Date: Sat, 1 May 2021 10:26:10 -0700
From: Rick E. Racoon <storybynovus@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Self-Respectable - Part 4

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scene with sex play between brothers.


Becoming Self-Respectable - Part 4 Plastic?


I was immersed in a dream. Jaime was standing next to me in his bulging
underwear. He had stretched out the front and reached inside to retrieve
his long dick. Now, he was just about to reveal it to me and..., I was
startled awake by the alarm clock. As I began to stretch, I could feel my
PJs were kind of stuck to my face. I absently brushed them away onto the
pillow, they were stiff and still smelled faintly like... I don't exactly
know, but It was nice.

A little disoriented, I got out of bed and started towards the door before
realizing that I was naked. Going back to the bed, I reached under and
pulled a pair of cut-offs from the plastic tub to cover up before going
down the hall to the bathroom.

After my pee, I went to the sink to splash some water on my face. I turned
on the water and looked into the mirror. My face looked like it was peeling
from a sunburn. I shook the water off of my hands and brought them up to
touch my face. The little bit of water on my fingers made the scales melt
and get slippery. I was just kind of exploring the sensation when there was
a rap at the door.

"Come on, we have to go soon."

"Okay, Liam."

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. Grabbing my Speedos off of
the hook, I stuffed them in my pocket and figured I would put them on in
the bathroom at the club. Walking into the kitchen, I snatched the box of
Pop-Tarts from the counter and started to pull out a packet. Liam pushed a
plate of freshly toasted Pop-Tarts and a glass of milk at me.

"No. This is for you."

"You made me breakfast?"

"Take them."

Pop-Tarts and milk may not seem like a big deal, but my big brother had
made me breakfast. He just didn't do thoughtful things. I almost
cried. After we scarfed down our breakfast from a box, we put the dishes in
the sink - ours to clean up later - and trotted out the door to the garage
to get our bikes.

Liam grabbed the center of the drop-bars on his Raleigh ten-speed and
walked it over to the big tilt-up door. I could see the colorful pattern of
his swimsuit through the split in the leg of his tattered cut-off jeans,
which were the only other thing he was wearing. Pushing open the door, he
motioned for me to go ahead. I hopped onto my bike and rolled out the
door. stopping to put the kickstand down, I realized that Liam had laid his
bike on the ground and was closing the door. I felt as if I might be in
wonderland. Usually, Liam would just get his bike, push the door up and
take off, leaving me to pull the door closed and race to catch up.

We rode side by side on the way to the club. Liam didn't say anything but
he would look over at me every once in a while as if to make sure I was
still with him. I was beaming. I felt like an excited puppy on a walk with
his master. When we pulled up to the bike rack, Liam took hold of my
handlebars. He motioned to the suit hanging out of my front pocket.

"Go get changed. I'll lock them up."

I hurried across the parking lot, through the big wooden gate to the pool
area, past the wall of outdoor showers, and through the men's room
door. The bathrooms off the pool area were the shared restrooms for the
swimmers and the golfers. The golfers' area had carpeted floors, leather
furniture, and oak lockers. There was also a prominent sign at the archway
to the golf area that said "No Swimwear".

I pulled my Speedos out of my pocket and held them in my teeth as I
stripped off my shorts, and laid them on the bench that separated the sinks
from the old style urinals sunk into the tile floor. The fabric in my mouth
caused me to think of the night before and I started to get hard. There
were two older boys standing at the urinals. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I
pulled on my suit and hot-footed it to the outside showers. Selecting one
that had been running - in the desert, that would be the one with the
coldest 'cold' water - I stepped in and rinsed off.

The coach blew his whistle signaling the start of practice. Retrieving my
shorts from the deck where I had dropped them, I hurried over to the
roll-out racks of towels and kickboards, and exchanged my shorts for a
board. I jumped into the pool and joined the circuit of my age group
swimming in one of the lanes of our half-regulation pool.

Everything seemed to excite me today. I found myself noticing every time a
boy would tug at his suit or adjust his junk. Every brush of a leg or a
hand as we turned or passed, while sharing the swim lane, made me
harder. The top of my Speedos were held away from my tummy by my swollen
dick. When I was out of the water I had to hold my hands cupped in front of
me or anyone could see the tip of my dick trying to peek out. Practice was
three hours and near the end I was aching, but a funny thing was beginning
to happen.

I was starting to like that guys were looking at me, at my crotch. The last
few times I was standing on the side of the pool, waiting to dive in, I
didn't cover up. If a guy would look and smile or giggle, I just smiled and
shrugged my shoulders.

When Coach blew his whistle to signal the end of practice, Gary, a tall
good-looking twelve-year-old with sandy-blond hair, walked next to me to
the towel cart. As we stood side by side at the tall cart, with our backs
to everyone, he looked at my hard-on and smiled broadly. I smiled back and
pulled down the front of my suit, exposing my fat hard dick. His eyes
popped and he gawked at it as he tugged open the front of his Speedos and
exposed his own hardening shaft. We covered up and giggled like idiots as
we wrapped towels around our waists. I retrieved my shorts as we put our
kickboards away.

Gary and I chatted comfortably as we walked shoulder-to-shoulder towards
the concession area. He asked if I wanted to come to his house for lunch. I
wanted to say yes, immediately thinking of how much fun I had with Lex
before his brother Jaime yelled at us, but I had chores and the promise of
new knowledge at home. Looking into his big brown eyes, I asked if we could
do it another time. Gary smiled and looked to see if anyone was close by.
"My mom has lunch and plays bridge in the club every Thursday. We'd be
alone."

"Cool!" I bumped up against him and asked very softly, "Do you know how to
kiss?"

He looked a little baffled for a second, before blushing and mouthing,
'yes'. I was feeling like I was on top of the world and I could do
anything. We said our goodbyes, and I went off to grab a burger and a soda,
the usual routine, before heading home.

As I walked between the umbrella-covered tables, Liam called me over to
one. He already had two plates with burgers and fries, and a couple of big
cups of soda - root beer, my favorite. This day just kept getting better
and better. As we ate, we just kind of looked at each other. I couldn't
remember looking at my brother like this before. He was really handsome. We
finished our food and headed out the gate to get our bikes.

It was the first week of June and summer was on us. It wasn't quite one
o'clock and the thermometer on the club house read just under a hundred
degrees. People in the parking lot looked and cringed as we walked barefoot
across the asphalt to the bike rack under the trees.  Standing on the grass
in the shade of a big madrone, Liam undid the lock and wrapped it around
his seat post. We were alone and I couldn't wait any longer.

"Will you show me your jizz when we get home?"

"You have to make two promises first."

"Yes, whatever you want."

"First, promise you won't say anything about this to anyone, ever."

"I swear. What else?"

"Not here. Let's go home."

We rode home the same way we came, side by side. The sun was bright and
hot. Our bodies glistened with perspiration and rivulets of sweat ran down
our backs. I shivered as a breeze created by our movement cooled me for a
moment. When we pulled up to our house, I saw our dad's car in the
driveway, parked right in front of the garage door, and my heart dropped
into my stomach. I started to panic.

"Shit! We left dishes in the sink."

"It's okay, he's just here to take Mom to the doctor. I told you last
night."

I wasn't sure that would save us, but I followed Liam through the side gate
to the back yard. We took our bikes through the back door of the garage and
put them away. As Liam reached for the doorknob to the house, we looked at
one another, took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. I stopped at
the sink to wipe off the dishes and put them into the dishwasher before
doing a quick straighten-up of the kitchen. Liam rounded the corner and
walked down the hall. Our father's voice rang out.

"Liam. Good timing, open the door please."

He sounded calm, so I walked around the corner and found Dad holding Mom by
the hand, his other hand in the small of her back to steady her. She was
dressed but looked haggard.

"Ricky, go open the passenger door, then come get your mom's over-night."

I did as instructed. After I put the small suitcase in the back seat, my
mother explained to us that the surgeon had spoken to our father and
scheduled her surgery early because there was a cancellation. She would be
in the hospital for about a week. Dad got in the car and gave us 'the look'
as he opened his window.

"Do your chores and have dinner by seven. Deena is staying over with the
Andersons. I'll call if I'm going to be late."

The whole interaction was kind of matter-of-fact, and I was a little
unsettled that I wasn't very concerned about my mother having major
surgery. I thought about it as the car backed out of the driveway and
decided I was just relieved that Dad hadn't chewed us out, or worse, for
leaving the kitchen a mess. Suddenly, the realization hit that we would be
alone for the rest of the day!

"Liam, we can do whatever we want!"

He didn't look as excited as I wanted him to be. I followed him into the
house and closed the door. He pulled the vacuum, a canister with a
sweeper-head on the end of a hollow metal wand, out of the hall closet and
headed towards our parents' room. He started barking out orders, and not
the fun kind. We went through the whole chore list, stripping and making
all the beds, cleaning bathrooms, washing linens and clothes, and vacuuming
all the rooms.

It was almost four o'clock and I was getting really impatient, but Liam was
on a mission. I guessed it was to make sure that Dad wouldn't find anything
to be mad about when he got home. We had just finished folding all the
sheets and putting them away. Liam went to vacuum the living room, the only
time we were allowed in it, while I collected the clothes from our
hamper. I was walking past the entryway when Liam called out.

"Is that the last load?"

"Yes, Liammm..."

"Put them in but don't start the washer. Come in here when you're done."

Exasperated with the old bossy Liam and the tedium of the chores, I dumped
the clothes into the drum - sniffing my crusty sleep shorts before putting
them in - and stripped off my sweaty cut-offs, tossing them in as well. Now
in just my blue Speedos, I went to see what Liam wanted me to do now,
dusting most likely. As I rounded the wall to the entryway, Liam turned off
the vacuum and disconnected the hose from the wand to the sweeper-head. He
pointed to a spot on the carpet in front of him.

"Take off your suit and come stand here."

This was the kind of bossy I liked. I shucked off my suit and stood in
front of him. He got on his knees, put his hand on my abdomen, and moved me
back a little. I shivered as his touch raised goosebumps on my arms and
legs. My dick was rising in anticipation as well.

"You remember your promise?"

"Yes, I promise I won't say anything about what you want me to do. What do
you want me to do?"

"I'm going to show you something, then I want you to blow me."

Without waiting for my reaction, he turned the vacuum back on and picked up
the hose. Covering the open metal tube with his hand, he formed a 'V' with
his middle and index fingers. Then without looking up, he wrapped the thumb
and index finger of his other hand around my scrotum and stretched my balls
down till my dick was pointing straight out.

I started to pull away as he advanced the vacuum tip towards me but he had
me by the balls. I stopped flinching when I felt his knuckles and fingers
brush up against the head of my dick. He teased the end of the vacuum hose
back and forth over my head. Cool air rushed around my dick as his fingers
protected my tender flesh from the edges of the metal end of the hose. The
feel of the air was okay but his hands wrapped around my balls and rubbing
my shaft was awesome.

"Pump in and out like you're fucking a girl."

"Huh?"

"Move your hips."

"Oh, okay. Like this?"

I pushed my hips forward until his knuckles were pushing on my pubic
bone. It was then I noticed that he had opened the sliding cover of the
vent on the handle of the vacuum hose to reduce the suction. Air hissed
into the vent as I felt the suction around my dick.

I put my hands on Liam's shoulders and rocked my hips back and forth for a
while. The vacuum thing was distracting me from the feeling of Liam
touching my dick and balls and I was about to ask if he could just use his
hand, when Liam pulled the hose off my dick, let go of my balls, and turned
off the vacuum.

"Okay, now you blow me."

I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted. At least I hoped I knew, because
it was what I wanted - but I went with what we were doing just in case. I
reached for the vacuum hose.

"Okay, pull your dick out."

"That's not how you give a blow job. You use your mouth."

I knew it! I heard him say it last night when he was shooting - suck me. My
dick jumped and I got really excited but I didn't think I was supposed to
be, so I didn't say anything. Liam looked away anxiously.

"Don't worry. I'll put plastic over it so you don't get anything in your
mouth. Go into the bathroom and wait for me."

Plastic? That wasn't what I had in mind. Maybe I should have let him know I
was excited. Liam went into the kitchen, and I grabbed my suit and went to
the bathroom. I hung my suit on one of the hooks and sat down on the fuzzy
green cover on the toilet lid to wait.

A couple of minutes later Liam came in with a sheet of plastic wrap, the
stuff we used for covering leftovers, stretched between his hands. He
paused for a second, looked around, then reached up and stuck it to the
mirror. Turning around, he closed and locked the door. He looked nervous
when he turned back to face me, still standing by the door.

He looked at me for a second, then stepped towards me. Deciding to let him
know I was ready, I got on my knees in front of him, on the soft green mat
that matched the toilet cover, and reached for the snap on his shorts. He
grabbed my wrists and again asked me to promise not to tell. I did, and he
let me open his shorts and tug them down.

Liam had a worried expression on his face but his dick was hard as steel
and straining at his purple and yellow tie-dye patterned Speedos. I leaned
in close as I reached up and slipped my fingertips into the top of his
suit. Before pulling them down, I pressed my right cheek to his
crotch. turning my head, I slowly traced the top of his shaft with my nose,
rubbing my top lip down his shaft as I went. The heat coming from his
crotch was almost burning my face as I buried my nose into the base of his
shaft. Mouthing his balls with my lips, I inhaled deeply.

The smell was a mixture of chlorine, sweat and something sweet. It filled
my head and burned in the pit of my stomach. I got that feeling, behind my
balls and in my ass, that I got when I fantasized about sucking Jaime. I
pulled down Liam's suit, gliding the fingers of my left hand around the fat
head and down the shaft as I liberated his pulsing dick. I looked at the
way it curved out from the base as it leaned over his right leg, like a
heavy weight was keeping it from straightening up.

Extending my tongue, I licked up from the top of the shaft, through the
valley leading to his piss slit, lifting the head a little and causing us
both to shudder and grunt, as I raised my face to look Liam in the
eyes. The tip of his tongue was parting his lips, and his eyes glowed
brightly. He withdrew his tongue, pulling his lower lip with it, and bit
down on his lip as he placed a hand around his shaft and the other atop my
head. I opened my mouth in anticipation of my reward but Liam didn't
advance and kept me from bobbing my head forward. I looked up puzzled.

"Uh... wait, just a second."

Stepping back, Liam peeled the plastic wrap off the mirror, draped it over
his dick and held it to the base with his thumb and index finger. I pouted
and wined out loud. I felt like he had just given me a lick at an ice cream
bar and then put it back in the wrapper.

"This way, you won't get anything in your mouth."

I was disappointed, but I would take what I could get. Reaching up I took
hold of his shaft and leaned in. Taking the head into my mouth, the first
thing I felt was the heat of it. I pushed it to the roof of my mouth with
my tongue and liked how it filled my mouth. I didn't like the feel of the
plastic, it made me want to sneeze, but I started taking him deeper into my
mouth anyway. I squeezed my hand around the shaft and felt how that made
the head get bigger in my mouth. It made me giggle for some reason.

Liam, moaning now, put his hand back on the top of my head and started
rocking his hips like he had me do with the vacuum. Little motions at
first, just letting the head slide back and forth over my tongue. I was
getting into it and started rubbing my dick and playing with my balls. As
Liam pushed in farther, I began to have some trouble. The plastic was
scratching against the roof of my mouth and making me choke. I kept at it
anyway, but when the head of his dick hit my soft palate, I gagged and felt
like I was going to throw up. I pushed off of him coughing.

"I can't. I don't like it. It's making me choke like when I eat peas."
Oddly, the only other thing that made me gag.

"You promised! You said you would do whatever I wanted."

"I know. I did, and I want to, but the plastic is going to make me throw
up. Do we have to use it?"

Liam looked conflicted, but desperate to have me continue, he capitulated.

"I guess not, but you have to stop when I say or you'll get my spunk in
your mouth."

"Uh-um."

I was utterly filled with glee that I was getting my creamsicle back, but
still felt like I shouldn't look too excited. Liam stripped off the plastic
wrap and dropped it into the sink. Reaching back along the vanity, he
pulled the hand towel off the rod, and laid it open on the countertop next
to me. As he stepped back up to me I took his shaft in both hands, one
wrapped around the other, and pointed it towards my mouth like a
microphone.

His dick was so hard I could feel the blood pulsing in the veins against my
hand. I shuffled forward and became very aware of my own throbbing dick,
and my twitching asshole. Holding his dick out, I looked up at Liam as I
started licking the top of his shaft and the wide ridge of the head. There
were lots of little bumps on the very ridge of his corona. They felt a
little rough on my tongue and had a taste that I could smell. A musky sweet
smell. My ass cheeks flexed and my back arched as I lapped around the
little bumps. Liam was panting now.

"Ahh... Put it back... in your... mouth."

I extended my tongue and pressed it to the underside of the head. Lowering
my mouth onto him, I took him slowly into my mouth - sliding my extended
tongue along the shaft as I went. Every nerve in my body was on fire,
butterflies and flip-flops attacked my tummy. My dick and asshole were
twitching rapid-fire, as I pushed the fat spongy head deeper into my mouth,
pressed hard between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

As my lips pressed up against my fingers, telling me I had a little more
than half his shaft in my mouth, I could feel the corona of Liam's dick
squeeze my soft palate up and then the fleshy edge and uvula flick down as
the ridge passed it. His dick was in me as far as I could reach with my
fingers. I wasn't choking at all - this was the best!

Liam had both hands on my head now, urging me forward and pushing against
my fist with his pelvis. I wanted more. My nuts were tingling and hurting a
little. I could feel that they had pulled up inside me and were pressed
against my pubic bone. Liam would push forward and then lighten his grip a
little. Each time he did, the ridge of his crown would flick across the
back of my soft palate and the sweet musky smell would fill my nose from
the inside.

"I'm... ah... getting... close. We should stop."

I came all the way off on the out stroke - still gripping the bottom part
of Liam's shaft.

"Not... yet. Please... just a little while more."

"Just a little, but wait till I catch my breath."

I just stared up at Liam. His whole body was quivering, the muscles in his
thighs looked like ropes bulging through the flushed skin. I took one of my
hands off of Liam's shaft and reached down to inspect my balls. It was as I
suspected, they had pulled up into my abdomen on either side of my dark red
dick and were pressed hard between my skin and pubic bone.

I was suspended at the crest of an orgasm and didn't dare touch myself to
free them for fear that I would start convulsing. I looked up at Liam and
put my free hand on the soft brown hair at the base of his dick. I slid it
up his hard torso. Once I had his attention, I asked,

"More?"

"Yeah, more. But go easy."

His dick was dry now except for a trickle of clear fluid coming from the
puffy lips of his piss slit and forming a small drop on the bottom edge of
the head where the glans came together. I kissed it into my lips and pushed
my tongue into the hole to taste more. It didn't have a strong taste but It
caused a shudder to run through me.

Slowly taking him into my mouth, I kept my jaw relaxed and didn't suck
hard. I was just feeling the slight downward curve of his shaft sliding
over my tongue as my saliva coated his dick. I wanted this to last. It felt
so good to me and I could tell by the way he was moaning, Liam liked it
too. That might have been the best part, that I could make him feel this
good.

As my lips started pressing against my fist, I realized that Liam was
already in the very back of my mouth but there was more room than when I
was sucking him hard. Keeping my jaw relaxed, I slipped my hand from his
torso to his right hip. Relaxing the fingers of my fist, I let them open
and flatten out against the damp light brown hair at the base of his dick
as my mouth followed my fingers all the way on to his shaft.

"Holy fuuck, Ricky... That feels bitchin."

Liam's legs got wobbly as I pushed forward and his dickhead slipped into my
throat. He braced himself by putting one hand on the wall and sliding the
other under the towel on the vanity, as my nose pressed into his pubic
hairs. I pushed out my tongue and could feel Liam's balls dancing up and
down in the loose sack. Sliding my right hand down, I began to fondle the
fleshy orbs.

I loved the feeling of Liam's bulbous head plugging my throat, but it was
blocking off the air. My throat began contracting around Liam's dick as my
lungs demanded I take a breath. I'd felt this sensation while holding my
breath underwater except now I was swallowing my brother's shaft. I knew
that I could go a while longer, so I just held on to his hip and wrapped my
right hand around his ball sack as my throat spasmed around his dick.

The light began to fade and my body screamed for air so I relented and
pulled back just enough to breathe through my nose. My need for air
satisfied, I began bobbing in and out, deeply taking Liam down my throat
and enjoying feeling the ridge of his crown catching the fleshy part of my
palate each time I pulled back.

I moaned across Liam dick as his whole body trembled. I took him deep again
and swallowed hard around his shaft before pumping him in and out and
pulling down on his balls.

"Oh! Fuck, Stop! Noo..."

I felt something wet hit the back of my mouth and go up into my nose as
Liam's legs buckled, causing his dick to pull out of my mouth. I slid my
hand from his hip to his shaft as I chased after my prize with my mouth. As
I captured it and pointed it back to my face, a thick stream of milky fluid
began to erupt from his dick. Like when you turn on a garden hose and the
water starts to arc out just before a forceful column sprays straight
out. It was just like that. Liam screamed and I watched in fascination as I
felt his dick pulse and the amazing fountain raised from his dick. It
plastered my chin and mouth before striping up my face and forehead. Some
globbed across my left eye but didn't go inside.

It wasn't a spurt but a single continuous flow that kept spraying my
face. It subsided as Liam's scream faded, followed by two smaller jets,
each accompanied by a soft grunt. I looked up at Liam in utter
surprise. His eyes were wide with horror as he looked down at me. I felt
the hot liquid running down my stomach and a glob fell from my chin onto my
dick head, sending me over the cliff. I screamed loud and fell to the floor
grunting and screaming. I had never felt anything so intensely. It felt as
if I was turning inside out.

"Oh God, Ricky... I am so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

With that, I heard the lock button on the doorknob pop and the door bang
against the wall. I lay on the floor for several minutes, grunting softly
as my muscles contracted. I had the most wonderful smell filling my head
and a taste in my mouth that I couldn't begin to describe. My face and
chest were coated with a creamy, sticky white fluid. I rubbed some from my
face and pushed it into my mouth. This bit was gloppier and more bitter
than what first sprayed into my mouth.

Finding the hand towel on the floor below the vanity, I wiped my face and
looked around. Liam was gone, as were his shorts and swimsuit. The door was
mostly open. The coiled metal doorstop, that had been screwed into the
baseboard behind the door, was laying on the floor and there was an
indentation in the wall where the doorknob had hit it. A feeling of dread
overcame me as I called out to Liam. I wiped myself off and went to look
for him.

I found him on his bed. He was tucked into the corner of the headboard and
the wall, knees pulled up, crying softly and banging his head softly with
his fists, mumbling,

"No, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

I started to cry and grabbed his wrists, "Liam, please stop. It's okay, I'm
okay. I liked it. It was fun."

"No, it's wrong. So bad. Please don't tell on me, please don't tell. I
didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

I was heartbroken. I couldn't understand why Liam was so upset about
something that felt so right to me. I loved that he had done it for
me. This was so confusing. I hugged Liam as best I could until he asked me
to let him be. I stepped back, tears running down my face. I felt so bad
for Liam and was trying to think of how to make him feel better when the
phone rang.

Trying to slow my breathing, almost hiccuping, I went back to the bathroom
and splashed some water on my face before pulling a bath towel from the
rack and wiping my face as I rushed to answer the wall phone in the
kitchen.

Answering the phone formally, as was expected, I found my father on the
other end. He said that he was at the hospital with my mother. They had met
with the surgeon and she had been admitted in preparation for her operation
in the morning. After quizzing me about chores and what we were making for
dinner, Hamburger Helper and salad, he said my mom was sedated and
sleeping. He was going back to the office to work and we were to be in bed
before he got home.

I went back to our bedroom to see if I could console Liam. He was sitting
on the edge of his bed wearing regular Levi's and a t-shirt, almost formal
wear for this time of year. I was still naked. I asked if he was okay. He
responded sullenly,

"I'm okay, go take a shower and put something on. I'll start dinner."

I did as I was told. After showering I used my bath towel to try to wipe
the mess up from the bathroom mat and floor before adding the mat and
towels to the wash waiting to start in the garage. Stopping at the tool
bench, I picked up the can of wood putty and a knife to patch the baseboard
and repair the door stop. As I walked back through the kitchen, Liam was at
the stove and didn't look up. He just stared at the skillet and stirred the
simulated beef stroganoff.

The rest of the night was spent, like so many before, silent except for
obligatory conversation and the sound of the TV in the family room. I tried
to get Liam to talk but he just sat with his face in a book and ignored me.


<fin part 4>


Thanks for reading my story. I am open to feedback.
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