Upon silencing the din of my standing mixer, I heard the four most gratifying words in the English language:
“Suck my cunt, Autumn!”
This sentence crashed down upon me from my bedroom upstairs like a waterfall of emotions. Hearing my youngest lover passionately screaming my honey's name alone would be enough to give me all the feels, but the added bonus of Virginia barking bawdy orders at her was almost too much for my tender heart to bear. And the security I felt knowing she was in such good hands (not to mention lips and tongue) with my Autumn enthusiastically entertaining her twat, helped immensely to allay my fears of them being bitter rivals, rather than becoming fast fuckbuddies as all evidence would suggest.
This is Giselle narrating again, in case you hadn't guessed. Back to bring my perspective on the night that changed our three lives forever.
I was tasting the espresso mousse filling I had just whipped up for Virginia's birthday cake, when a noise thundered overhead that sounded more like roadwork and less like the lively lesbian lovemaking that was surely afoot. A couple more indefinable sounds followed amidst squeals and laughter, and that's when my nipples tried going into business for themselves. They got so deliriously erect that it felt like they were going to pop off and hightail it upstairs to see what all the racket was about. Better them than me, for I would never have finished the cake if I witnessed my teeny-tiny girls wrestling with my own eyes.
I assembled the devil's food layers I had baked earlier with the mousse filling in between each, and then poured a warm dark chocolate ganache over to fully coat the top and outsides. I put eleven candles on the cake, plus one to grow on, and marched upstairs carrying my masterpiece. I paused outside my bedroom door to light the candles, and to take a deep breath in preparation for whatever libidinous vision lay in wait on the other side.
Now, you all know I have a wild imagination, but what I saw upon opening the door set my poor ol' lesbo heart aflutter. My eyes were first drawn to Virginia's bare soles, atop which sat her delightfully naked tush, then her flaming red hair spread down over her back and shoulders with all the beauty and passion of an erupting volcano, and finally her sublime little head resting against my Autumn's silky thigh, her doll-like face upturned to meet my honey's gaze. And Autumn...she was positively luminescent. Only upon entering the room further did I see why. My lovers were too rapt with each other to really register my arrival, and while I laid the cake on the hope chest next to Virginia, I noticed that Autumn's greedy vagina had swallowed half of Virginia's arm. Without missing a beat, I slipped out of my gown and settled in behind Autumn to help brace her for what was sure to be a mighty orgasm. She dreamily raised her hands up behind my neck while her legs seemed to levitate until she was tucked into a ball and just dangling from me with Virginia giving her a righteous pussy pounding. The birthday babe kept banging away for a bit, and I wasn't entirely surprised at Autumn's Zen attitude towards her first fisting, although it did make me feel the slightest bit foolish that I still wail like a banshee every time she fucks me.
Autumn's feet floated down until her legs draped over Virginia's shoulders, and she came serenely and silently for ages. My heart swelled with felicity at my loves' joyfulness in sharing each other's bodies. Once Autumn finally came back down to earth, we noticed the happy tears raining down from Virginia's emerald eyes, and we lovingly wiped the streams from her face. We smiled and sighed with each other for a long time, and I had never seen Virginia so at home even when it was just the two of us.
At last, I said, “It's a shame you two aren't hitting it off like I hoped you would.”
Virginia shot me a sassy squint, while Autumn nuzzled against my cheek and commented, woozily, “You have exquisite taste in young ladies.” Then she turned back to Virginia and said, “Won't you blow out your candles and make a wish?”
“It's already coming true,” a blushing Virginia replied, meekly.
“Then make a new one, Snowflake!”
“Autumn, be nice!” I chided.
“I am! Snowflake is my pet name for our girl here. You're beautiful, delicate, and unique, just like a snowflake. Do you like it?”
“Very much.” Virginia looked flattered beyond reason.
Autumn then set her hazy eyes on me, and I wondered if she may have been halfway out of her body the way I sometimes get when penetrated so thoroughly. “You never told me she tastes like snowflakes.”
“Hm? Oh, yes...her pussy tastes like snowflakes. Have you tried her asshole?”
“Mmm...I have not yet had the pleasure.”
“Life. Changing. If you'd tasted here there first, her nickname would be...”
“Shhh...no spoilers.”
While Autumn and I were chatting, Virginia had her eyes closed, dreaming up another wish. She blew out the candles with one robust puff, and then ran her free hand through a pool of ganache at the base of the cake.
“Oh, yummy!!” Virginia sucked one of her fingers clean. “Here, Autumn, try this!”
Virginia offered up her chocolate-covered ring finger to Autumn, who sensually lapped it up, falling even more lightheaded in doing so.
“Right?” Virginia persisted. “How have you not married this girl yet?”
“I only just finished high school.”
Virginia went back in for another sample and ended up dripping a bead of frosting on Autumn's leg. She hovered her nose just above the droplet and drew in a deep sniff.
“Mmm...chocolate-dipped strawberries...” Virginia pined.
Autumn giggled and said to me, “Our girl also thinks I smell like strawberries.” I was living for Autumn constantly referring to Virginia as “our girl”; my little Buddhist has never been so uncharacteristically possessive of anyone or anything in all the years I've known her.
“That's my girl...” I observed. “...smells like strawberries, tastes like honey.”
“Honey!” Virginia was wide-eyed with revelation. “I couldn't figure it out! I love how you taste to so much, but...not just any kind of honey, right?”
“Wildflower honey,” I answered.
“Of course...” Virginia gave Autumn's labia a good lick. “Sweet with floral notes...so delicious!”
I said into Autumn's ear, “Aki, we have ourselves a pussy connoisseur.”
“Does Aki mean honey?” Virginia inquired.
“Oh...no, Aki just means Autumn,” my honey responded. “Autumn is what my parents named me – they're kinda aging flower children and pretty disconnected from our culture – but as I got older I felt closer to my Japanese heritage, and Giselle honors that by calling me Aki.”
“That's sweet,” Virginia smiled. “So, what is honey in Japanese?”
“Hachimitsu.”
“Hachimitsu. And strawberry?”
“Ichigo.”
“Ichigo! I like that. I'm gonna call you Ichigo.”
Autumn grinned as Virginia started inhaling the scent of Autumn's skin.
“Mmm...Ichigo...Ichigo and...” Virginia's nose drifted over to where my thigh was nestled in next to Autumn's. “Oh, glory be to the Goddess, you smell incredible together! Ichigo and...and...hey, Autumn, what does Giselle smell like?”
“You know, I've never been able to place it. Let's see...”
Autumn started breathing in the aroma of my neck while Virginia continued her exploration of my thighs. They faced each other again and simultaneously said, “Lilacs.”
“Okay, you gals are scaring me.”
“Get a grip, Giselle. You can see we're already attached at the twat!”
Virginia must have done something inside my honey as she spoke, for Autumn was writhing and moaning, “Mmm...Virginia!”
“She's close again,” I realized, reaching down to flicker her clitoris.
“Oh, peaches...” Autumn purred, and pulled my mouth to hers and slurped my tongue inside.
Virginia got up on her knees to wrap her lips entirely around Autumn's right breast. Autumn clamped her hand around Virginia's head and her whole body became rigid. I fiddled fleetly at Autumn's clit as Virginia refreshed her fervent fist-fucking. Autumn zealously gobbled my tongue until her law slackened and she breathed orgasmically into my mouth.
We resumed kissing until I remarked, “You taste like Virginia.”
Autumn smiled. “So, what other feats of eroticism does our wee whippersnapper do?”
“Autumn...be sweet...” I said, petting her belly.
“Aw, hush...she knows she's small.”
“Yeah, I like being little,” Virginia agreed.
Autumn took Virginia by the chin and bent down to kiss her. I'd never seen either of them kiss another person before, and seeing this soulful kissing between my two greatest loves made me burst into tears like some melodramatic anime chick.
Virginia saw me and asked, “Are you okay, Giselle?”
“I'm just so happy...” I said, through my sobs.
Autumn smooched my damp cheek, and Virginia grew one of her mischievous smirks that I love so much. She beckoned for Autumn to come closer and Autumn leaned over so Virginia could whisper in her ear.
“Giselle, scoot back!” Autumn directed.
“Yes ma'am!”
I put my ass in reverse until my back was to the headboard. A moment later, Autumn somehow launched Virginia over her head and she landed face down in my lap.
“WHAT THE FUCK???” I screeched, dumbfounded and delighted.
Virginia's lips and tongue disappeared into my pussy, followed a split-second later by Autumn orally ambushing Virginia's anus.
“Autumn! I've never seen you like this! What in heaven and earth's gotten into you?”
Autumn raised a sly eyebrow from behind Virginia's butthole as Virginia ceased sucking on my vulva to feast her eyes on her honey-glazed forearm.
And then we shared a profound, prolonged laugh, the first of many in our newly-formed threesome. (A word to anyone wanting to get with me...make me come meaningfully and I'll be into you for a while; make me laugh and I'll be into you for a lifetime.)
A mirthfully weeping Autumn said, “You still got it, babe!” before spelunking into Virginia's upturned ass again.
In the abating twinklings of Virginia's amusement, she seized upon my distraction to ram her pussy-polished forearm all the way into my vagina, elbow and all.
“Queen Christina on a cracker, you freaky little whoremonkey!!!!!”
Autumn resurfaced again to say, “My word, what a wuss!”
Virginia giggled. “I know, she always screams like that. I love it.”
“Oh, how the tough cookie crumbles,” Autumn quipped ahead of repossessing my redhead's spiciest cavity.
I've seen some indelible aphrodisiac wonders in my young life, but none have been quite as enthralling as Autumn's noshing on that pretty pucker. Between that sight, plus the sensation of Virginia's arm, still burning from being buried in Autumn's hotbox for so long, my insides were igniting like never before. I clutched my hands together in pure enchantment as Autumn's eyes progressed from the wide open clarity of newfound amour to the half-closed inebriation of anal obsession.
I drooped my head to Virginia's ear and murmured, “I wish you could see Autumn's face...she's utterly besotted with your butthole!”
“Yeah, I can feel that. She's gonna make me come again!”
I clapped rapidly. “Yay, can't wait! I've never seen someone else make you come before. Have you squirted for her yet?”
“Uh-uh, I'm too scared. Does she know I do that?”
“Nope. She is in for a sticky-sweet surprise.”
Virginia went cherry-faced with embarrassment, and I attacked her cheek with a frolicsome peck.
“Aww! Don't be ashamed, angel. She's gonna love it!”
“Okay...” She acquiesced. “Except...” She hadn't a prayer of finishing that thought for Autumn's tormenting tongue triggered tremors through Virginia's thighs and ass, turning her into a human vibrator. Virginia's buttocks twerked rebelliously into Autumn's adamantly adhesive face, while she vocalized her pleasure in the same staccato rhythm.
“...I seem to come differently for Autumn.” Virginia's sentence finally reached fruition.
I put Virginia's face between my hands. “I can see that. What a gift you are.”
A euphoric Autumn emerged from Virginia's asshole, still gazing into it, glassy-eyed.
“You're right, Giselle...” she said, blissed out beyond belief. “...that would be an awful, although appetizing, pet name.” Autumn pawed at Virginia's nether regions. “How is it possible for one girl to have a snowflake-flavored vagina and an ass that tastes of...”
“...basil and pineapple?” Autumn and I said in unison.
“Okay, now you two are scaring me.”
Then Autumn was hit with a bombshell. “Is that why you went full-on When Harry Met Sally the last time we went for Thai food?”
I tittered, nervously. “Yep!”
“Wait...did you orgasm in the middle of a restaurant??”
I gave Virginia a frenzied nod.
“Omigod, Virginia, you should have seen her! Her face went all flushed and she was all 'The basil fried rice is especially good today...' Then her eyes closed and she got real quiet, until she sighed heavily and broke into a sweat. I had no clue what that was about until now!”
“Oh, God...is that why I love Thai food so much?”
I grinned at Virginia and Autumn looked confused.
“Oh...Virginia's asshole is her favorite flavor in the universe.”
“And here I am monopolizing your lusciousness. How gauche of me...here...”
Autumn cozied up to Virginia to surrender a savory smooch to her lips. After Virginia satiated her craving, Autumn turned her spellbound attention to my occupied orifice.
“Now look at this work of art!” Autumn goggled at her first up-close viewing and caressed Virginia's half-hidden arm.
“Pretty sure there's room for one more,” my flame-haired temptress invited.
“Virginia!”
“Giselle, shush! Our hands are virtually the same size.”
“But...both at once? I'm not ready...”
“You've had bigger parts of me inside you.”
Autumn arched that quizzical eyebrow again.
Virginia clarified for Autumn: “She practically begged me to fuck her with my feet.”
“Way to let your freak flag fly, girlfriends! You fit your whole foot in there?”
“Feet.”
“You're exaggerating! You've only stuffed both feet in my asshole!”
Virginia laughed. “You're not helping your case.”
Autumn interrupted, “Ladies, ladies...we're digressing. Fist things first.”
“YOU DID NOT JUST SAY 'FIST THINGS FIRST'!!!” I bellowed.
“I would applaud you so hard right now if I could.” Virginia hailed. “Come on, Giselle...give Autumn a great big hand.”
“GENIUS!” Autumn declared, grabbing Virginia's face and fiercely kissing her cheek. “Mmmmwaaaah! I love this shayna punim!”
I ran my thumb over Virginia's freckles. “This is your birthday, princess. Why are all my dreams coming true?”
“They're my dreams, too. I want to grant you all your fondest wishes.”
Autumn soothingly stroked my thigh and explained to Virginia, “Being inside her like that has been her greatest fantasy about me for as long as I can remember. But every time we come close, we have to stop because this one is filled with such shpilkis.”
Virginia's head swam as if she were suddenly drunk. “Whoa...I don't really know what all these funny words mean, but they're making Giselle moist as a motherfucker.”
“Who doesn't have a fetish for Japanese girls speaking Yiddish?” I jested. “Anyone? Just me? ...fair enough.”
Autumn laughed. “Shpilkis means anxiety for no apparent reason.”
“Aww, poor Giselle! It's all in your pretty little head...”
“...when we should be all in your tasty little twat!”
“Oh, dear me...you're finishing each other's sentences.”
“You've longed for this for years, my love. We want to make you feel good. Please let Virginia show me how it's done? I'm betting she's a really great teacher.”
Virginia melted into that sweet, sheepish look she gets when she's been overpraised, and I touched her face soft-heartedly.
“You're a born leader,” I said. “Go on, angel...show her the ropes.”
Virginia kissed my thigh vivaciously and Autumn, well...Autumn just had to be Autumn:
“Ooo, there are ropes?? Kinky!”
Virginia and I just looked at her in exasperation.
“Sorry...that's MY fantasy. Don't mind me.”
“Whoa. Honestly?” Virginia asked, saucer-eyed.
“We'll talk.”
Virginia removed every trace of herself from my vagina and I started doing Kegel exercises to prime myself for welcoming twice as much girl back in.
“Ready?” Virginia asked Autumn.
“So ready. Show me your ways.”
Virginia smiled and gave Autumn an enthusiastic kiss. Then she instructed, “So, get your hand good and lubed up.”
Autumn rolled her hand around Virginia's well-greased arm.
“Good. Now, just sort of cup your hand over mine...”
Autumn placed her hand on Virginia's just so and sang, “Make of our hands one hand...”
Virginia's jaw dropped and her face fell ashen.
Autumn's eyes scanned the immediate area for the cause of this reaction. “What'd I do?”
“You have such a beautiful voice!”
“Oh...thanks.” Autumn humbly tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Such modesty!” I said, brushing another stray strand away from Autumn's face. “Autumn is a brilliant singer and musician.”
Autumn gratefully kissed my thigh and Virginia inquired, “What do you play?”
“Guitar, bass, drums, violin, cello, flute, clarinet, and saxophone,” Autumn rattled off. “...and piano. Do you play?”
“Guitar...a little...”
“Groovy! We'll jam sometime. Speaking of jamming...” Autumn got that depraved look that always makes me instantly moist. “...let's stuff this bird!”
“I'm scared!” I wailed through mirthful jitters.
Virginia silently shepherded their fingers into me until all eight digits took shelter in my cozy coochie.
Autumn reeled from the sensation. “My love is so warm and tight! How glorious! Ready for more?”
I nodded hysterically, teardrops flying willy-nilly.
“Okay, we need to really drive it home...” Virginia coached. “...yes, just like that...”
As their knuckles breached my opening, I put a hand on my girls' faces and said, “I love you both...so much.”
“We love you too, Giselle.” My pussy vacuumed up their marvelous mitts, and I was transported.
“Oops-a-daisy...” Virginia perceived. “...there she goes.”
“Where...did she go exactly?”
“Not sure. Sometimes when we do this, she...takes leave of herself.”
“You mean, like...astral projection?”
“I guess...” Virginia shrugged.
“I've always known there's something extraordinary about her, but...wow...”
“Oh, it gets better...she travels through time.”
“WHAT.”
“I mean, she doesn't often have clear memories of where she goes or what happens, but yeah...she sees the future.”
Autumn rubbed her cheek against my thigh. “Oh, my love. Can she hear us?”
“I don't believe so --”
“I can hear you,” I thought.
Virginia and Autumn stopped cold, their gaze frozen on each other.
“You heard that too, right?” Virginia asked Autumn.
“I'm not certain if 'heard' is the right way to put it. I definitely...felt something.”
Virginia turned to me, at least what she believed to be me. “Giselle? Did you say something?”
“I thought something.”
Autumn swooned. “Oh, my beloved...I never knew how much I longed for you to be in me like this.”
“Giselle...are you...out of your body right now?”
“Yes...and no.”
“This is amazing...”
“I know!” Virginia whispered, as if I couldn't hear her, let alone read her thoughts. “Can you elaborate?”
“I can see, hear and feel you through my corporeal form, but my astral body can also see, hear and feel you. And communicate.”
Autumn started to cry. “Where is your astral body?”
“Everywhere and nowhere.”
Virginia queried, “Can you...touch us?”
“Perhaps. May I try?”
I had already divined their consent before Autumn beseeched, “Yes, my darling! Fill us with your spirit!”
I expanded my mind throughout my lovers' bodies until there was no part of them that didn't contain a little bit of me. Then I sent a single pulse through all three of us just to test the waters, and the effect rippled much like dropping a pebble in a pond.
“Oh, my!” Autumn giggled.
“More?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
“Yes, please, Goddess!” Virginia cried.
I dropped more pebbles in our empyral pool, slowly at first and evenly spaced out. The rising palpitations of pleasure were like nothing any of us had ever felt before, and escalated to a crescendo of pure warmth and light.
Virginia regained her own cognizance first, and she beheld Autumn dotingly until her eyes opened soon thereafter.
“Mmm...” Autumn purred. “What a holy moment.”
“We all seemed to be one entity for a spell, did you feel that?”
Autumn gave Virginia a small nod. “I know you now.”
“Me too,” Virginia smiled.
My teen and pre-teen paramours felt my fingers gliding through their hair.
Virginia looked up at me. “Giselle, you're back!”
“How do you feel?” Autumn asked me.
“I feel whole.”
My girls smiled at me and Virginia became aware that their hands were no longer atop one another inside me, their fingers were intertwined.
“I...I think we're married now!” Virginia stammered.
We laughed together until Autumn said, “I feel we're even more deeply connected than that. Aren't we, Giselle?”
“We are. Forever and always.”
“Never in my wildest dreams did I think turning eleven would be like this!”
Autumn snogged Virginia with gusto. “Four down, seven to go!”
“Um...seven what, exactly?”
“Orgasms, silly!”
“OH! Omigod...whoawhoawhoa...that's...wow...a lot. Like, A LOT a lot. Whoa.”
“You didn't think my present was a measly four orgasms, did you?”
“I thought your present was...you.”
“It is! Me...giving you eleven orgasms.”
“And one to grow on,” I added.
“Noooooooooo!” keened Autumn. “She can't grow! She's already so tiny and cute and perfect!”
Virginia blushed from head to toe. “Well, maybe a couple more...hey, wait, what time is it?? Shouldn't I be getting home?”
“You're sleeping over, angel,” I informed Virginia. “It's all arranged with your mom.”
“BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER.”
“More like best BUTTHOLE ever, amirite?” Autumn skedaddled out of my vagina, somehow leaving Virginia inside, and fiercely upended Virginia so she could tongue-fuck her succulent asshole.
“Eeeeeeeeek! AUTUMN!!”
I will never grow tired of watching my honey attacking Virginia's anus. I reached down to stroke my ginger angel's flushed face and found a fortuitously fallen foot laying beside her ear. I picked her up by the ankle and filled my face with the lion's share of her petite paw.
“Oh, Giselle...I love you.”
My mouth made hedonistic love to Virginia's foot while Autumn's tongue went to town on her ass. Autumn and I fell into a complimentary synergy; when she was lazily licking Virginia's rim, I was scarfing her foot down my gullet as far as possible. And when I was sweetly sucking her soft tootsies, Autumn tongue-banged the bejesus out of her butthole...until it happened...
“Oh, AUTUMN! Giselle...I'm...I'm gonna...”
I laid myself bare to receive Virginia's blessing. Three heartbeats later she moisturized me with a mellow misting from her miraculous muff.
The look on Autumn's face was priceless. She withdrew from Virginia's asshole to bear stupefied witness to what was veritably the mildest, most drawn-out spraying I've ever weathered. Autumn's flummoxed stare surveyed the fine layer of love dew coating my entire body. We couldn't tell if her expression was one of desire or distress until she barely squeaked out, “I...I want some, too...”
“Oh, phew!” Virginia sighed. “I was worried you'd be totally skeeved out.”
“Far from it,” Autumn said, still fuddled. “Never have I seen anything so splendid. Can you do it again?”
“For you? Anything.”
Autumn's finger motioned for me to come-hither. As I leaned forward, the same flirtatious finger pointed down at Virginia's pussy. I sank my tongue into her slippery honey pot synchronous with Autumn's triumphal anal reentry. We slid our tongues down to the deepest point when Virginia started babbling:
“Um...okay...wow? Hey, Virginia...what did you get for your eleventh birthday? Oh, nothing much...just the most life-altering double tongue-fucking from the foxiest pair of lesbian goddesses in the known universe!”
Autumn and I tried not to laugh but we found ourselves chuckling into Virginia's orifices anyway. This pleased Virginia to no end for our mirth increased her wetness extravagantly. This raised awareness of my progressed liquidity as well, reminding us both of the prepubescent arm still sheathed by my snatch. I breezily bounced on her forearm and Virginia gave back as best she could from her prone position.
While Autumn and I forged ahead with our oral exploration of Virginia's interior, we quickly discovered that we could feel each other's waggling tongues through her membranes. Our pleasantly surprised eyes met and remained fixed as we, in essence, French kissed inside Virginia's intimate passageways.
Virginia. Went. Wild.
Her whole body quivered and she turned her head to bite into my thigh flesh. I could feel her gearing up for a mighty gusher, but not before my own tremoring peaked.
“Oh, VIRGINIA! Fuck me, angel!!!” I yelped, my head snapping back out of her vagina. My bottom thumped against my ankles and Virginia's fist hurtled down my rabbit hole to wonderland.
A second later, Virginia's girl geyser erupted, flinging fluid into our fortunate faces. Autumn's tongue resurfaced, staying extended with her chin slightly raised to catch all the spurt she could, hands together in a prayerful pose. I made a mental recording of Autumn's shining expression accepting Virginia's sanctified sprinkling, not for my library of masturbatory images, but as testament to the completion of her baptism into our holy goddess trinity.
Autumn kept on sighing audibly long after Virginia's deified drizzle tapered off. That's when I spied something most rare:
“Are those tears, my love, or just pussy juices?”
“Mmm...both,” Autumn smiled.
Virginia clambered to turn herself right-side-up and firmly wrapped her arms around Autumn. My honey tenderly reciprocated the embrace, releasing soft, satisfied sobs into Virginia's hair. While I typically play the role of the overly emotional lover, it's nice to see that Virginia has a similar effect on my Autumn.
I honored their semi-private moment until Autumn flashed her eyes at me and rocked Virginia back and forth.
“Kanojo wa subarashi!” she said, breathily.
“Watashi wa so anata ni itta,” I answered.
Autumn grew a cheeky grin and pulled me into their cuddle. I enveloped my girls and Virginia heaved a contented exhale. Several seconds later she looked up at Autumn and asked, “What did that mean?”
“You're wonderful.”
“And...what you said to Giselle at the ballet meant...?
Autumn smirked and murmured into Virginia's ear until she was blushing hardcore. Virginia whispered something back to Autumn and she responded in kind.
Then Virginia peeked at me over her freckled shoulder and said, “Kitanai shofu!”
“Hey! Who are you calling 'filthy whore,' you slag?!”
Virginia lost herself in hysterics and Autumn said, “Aww...but you're our filthy whore.”
I squeezed my sweethearts tighter.
“You bet I am...all yours.”
(to be continued...)
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