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Subject: Looking at My Son Differently (chapter 3) WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome ook. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: fty/ Copyright 2022 Looking at My Son Differently (Chapter 3) The next morning I woke up before the boys. Although I slept like a log, I woke up a couple times to hear them playing video games late into the night. I decided to go for a run before it got too hot, so I put on my tight grey leggings without a shirt and headed out for my usual three mile circuit. I pushed myself pretty hard, blasting my music in my ear buds and building up a good sweat. I took a break at the halfway point to catch my breath and grab a swig of water. Just then, the image of Colt sitting on my cock popped into my head and I immediately started getting hard. These leggings reveal just about every inch of my body from waist down, so it was impossible to hide. Fortunately, it was a quiet weekend morning and nobody was around. I shook my head, trying to think of something else, and took off to head back home, running even harder. When I got back to the house, I was absolutely drenched in sweat, but happy that I’d narrowly beat my previous time. I headed into the house, and into the kitchen to grab a towel and some water, still out of breath. The boys seemed to still be asleep because there was nothing but silence in the house. Looking out at the pool, I decided it would be nice to take a quick dip to cool off. I grabbed a towel and headed outside, where I pulled off my sweaty leggings and stepped down into the pool naked. The feel of the cool water against my skin felt amazing as I dove under the water, enjoying the feel of it running against my dick and balls. As I came up from under the water, I looked up and saw Ben standing at the edge of the pool wearing just his tight baby blue boxer briefs, looking down at me. “Geez, dad, mom leaves for one day and you just let your junk flop around everywhere?” he said, joking. “The water feels good without a suit on. You should try it. I thought you boys were still asleep,” I responded, standing up, exposing my upper body as the water came just up to my waist. “They are. I just came down for some water and heard you out here. You’re up early.” “I’ve already gone for a run, so I’m way ahead of you,” I joked, starting to climb up out of the pool, dripping wet. I walked over slowly to grab my towel and started drying off in front of Ben. “Hey, while it’s just the two of us, why don’t you join your old man for a morning coffee? I’ll dry off, and you go grab some mugs for us.” I said. “Oh, and grab me something from the laundry room to put on,” I said as he headed into the house, his ass bouncing in those boxer briefs with each step. He returned a couple minutes later with two mugs of coffee, and a pair of my white briefs, which he tossed to me. “Uh, I was thinking of something with more cloth, but I guess these will do,” I joked as I pulled them on and tucked my dick and balls into the pouch. Sitting across the outdoor table, I decided to prod him a bit since it was just the two of us. “So, it was nice to see your teammates over here having fun. Seems like you’re getting along well, even though you were a late addition to the team.” “Yeah, they’re cool.” I received a typical teenager short response. “I remember when I made the varsity team, the older guys used to haze the newbies pretty hard,” I said. “Yeah, it’s not so bad. They just tease me because my dick is bigger than theirs,” he revealed. “Well, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud of that family jewel,” I joked. “Ha, yeah, after yesterday, now they all know who I got it from.” I had to be careful not to start getting hard in the tight briefs, which didn’t hide anything. “So…you and Colt and Jimmy seem to be getting close,” I prodded some more. “Yeah, they’re cool guys.” silence as we sipped our coffees… “Dad? Can I tell you something?” “Sure, son, anything,” I replied sincerely. He hesitated for a bit. “You know that game you taught me the other day? The one that you and Uncle Barry used to play when you were younger?” I nodded. “Well, I told Colt and Jimmy about it last night, I mean, not that I heard from you, but that I just heard it somewhere. And….uh…..well, we ended up playing it.” “And?” “Well, I lost.” “Well, that’s surprising after that missile launch you let off in my bathroom,” I joked, trying to ease the mood. “Haha, yeah, well, I’d jacked off a couple times yesterday already, so I didn’t have quite the pressure built up. But, anyway, I, uh, did the punishment.” “How’d that go? Did you enjoy it?” I asked. “Sort of. I mean, yeah, I did,” he confessed. “That’s ok, son. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s perfectly normal.” “But, uh, I didn’t grab it off the floor or the wall, you know, like you did.” “…oh” “I, uh, licked it off their dicks,” he said, staring down at his mug. Now I was getting hard. “I see. Well, still, you don’t need to be embarrassed about that either, son. Is, um, that the first time you’ve done something like that?” I asked. He hesitated for a while, and I could tell he was trying to decide how much to tell me. “Well, sometimes after practice, in the showers, some of us get hard after getting all worked up on the field. And some of the guys have, umm, wanted to suck on my dick since it’s so big, and I let them.” He looked up at me to gauge the reaction on my face, clearly nervous. “Son, listen. You know I love you more than anything, and I’m glad you feel comfortable talking to me about this. And this WILL stay between us guys, ok?” “Thanks, dad. That’s a relief. I thought you’d freak out and call me a fag or something,” he said, exhaling deeply that I didn’t over-react. “I would never say anything like that. Nobody should ever call someone that word. And you don’t have to label this or yourself. As long as it’s something you wanted to do, and you and anyone else involved enjoyed it, then you don’t need to worry about what it means. Did you enjoy it?” “Yeah, I did. But I would kind of feel guilty after, but then the next time it would be awesome again. I mean, I love messing around with chicks, but with guys, it’s just, different, you know?” “I do.” “Did you, uh, ever do anything like that when you were my age?” he asked. Fortunately, he didn’t ask about whether I had done something like that last night… “Yeah, I did, son. I think it’s natural to want to explore things like that. Especially jocks, when we’re so focused on our bodies, and we naturally want to compare ourselves to other guys and what we aspire to. Throw in all that testosterone pulsing through us, and sometimes that triggers a sexual urge or desire, which is different with another masculine guy than a woman.” I couldn’t help but think about how different Ben had become from just a couple years ago when he was just a scrawny nerdy boy, to this muscular stud getting his dick sucked in the locker room. He paused, letting all that sink in. “Wow, ok, that makes me feel better. I’m just glad I’m not a freak or something.” “Son, you are definitely istanbul travesti not a freak. You’re an amazing boy, I mean, man, and I’m very proud you are my son.” I would have gotten up to go hug him had I not been sporting a massive hard on that was leaking through my briefs. He beat me to it, and got up and came around to bend down to hug me from behind and give me a peck on the cheek. I could tell he felt much better getting everything out in the open. Clearly, Colt had not told him what we had done in my bedroom, which was for the better. But I was glad that he was opening up to me about this, even if it did cause a stir in my crotch. Just then, Colt and Jimmy appeared, both in their underwear (well, my underwear in the case of Colt), rubbing their eyes and still waking up. “Well, lookey here. The dead have arisen!” I yelled out, teasing them while also admiring their muscular jock bodies. “Hope you boys slept well. I’ll whip us up some breakfast,” I said, as I got up and headed into the house, hoping nobody noticed my hard dick or the precum wet spot on my briefs. I started cracking some eggs in a bowel, when Colt came in alone from outside. He walked up to me, smiling, and said “Can I help with anything, sir?” as he grabbed my package through my briefs. “Jesus, Colt, you can’t do that!” I reacted. “They’re right out there!” “I can’t help it, with you parading around like that in front of me,” he said sheepishly leaning back against the counter, flexing his arms, enjoying watching me eye his half naked body up and down. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear softly, “And your son fucked me last night with your load still inside me.” My dick immediately went rock hard, right as I heard Jimmy and Ben coming in the door from outside. I quickly turned and grabbed an apron to cover myself up. I guess Ben was selectively disclosing what he’s been up to with his teammates. “So, what’s on the menu, Mr. A?!” Jimmy asked, pulling up a stool to the counter bar in the kitchen. “Well, you boys need to load up on protein, so eggs it is, and for a weekend treat, bacon. That’s about the extent of my breakfast skills, so that’ll have to do,” I joked, swinging my spatula around. As I was cooking, Colt and Ben joined Jimmy sitting at the counter, facing my back side. Colt called out, “Yo, Mr. A, how many squats you have to do to get those glutes so round?” I turned, realizing that my ass, in only my tight briefs, was exposed to them in the back of the apron, smirking to brush them off, but enjoying that they were all checking my ass out at the same time. I finished the eggs and bacon and plated three plates with heaping portions for each of them to start chowing down, as I leaned back and watched, sipping on my coffee. They inhaled the food without a word. I remember those days where I could eat anything and still put on muscle and no body fat. After they finished, Jimmy suggested they finish the game they’d been up most of the night playing, so they quickly bolted off to run back up to Ben’s room, leaving empty plates and mugs behind. I cleaned up the kitchen and threw all the dishes in the dish washer and headed up to my room. I was still horned from my run, my talk with Ben and my interaction with Colt, so I grabbed the pair of Ben’s cum stained underwear from my dresser and plopped on my bed, pulling my briefs down and unleashing my now hard dick. Having seen my son and his buddies walking around the house in their underwear, and chatting with my son about his sexual experiences with guys had gotten me so fucking horned, I didn’t even try to suppress my sexual urges, as I started jacking my hard dick, shoving Ben’s briefs into my face, inhaling the scent of his dried jizz and teenage musk. Before I knew it, I was pumping loads of cum onto my chest and abs, giving me the release I’d needed all morning. I gathered up my load with my fingers and brought them up to my mouth, licking my cum off my hands, thinking about how similar Ben and my loads had tasted the other night. After catching my breath from my intense orgasm, I hopped in the shower to rinse off. Afterwards, as I was coming out of my room, I ran into Ben, now sporting a tight tank top and gym shorts. “Oh, hey, dad. We’re gonna go lift with the other guys, ok? I’ll be back home later,” Ben said, as he started walking off to grab his bag from his room, Colt and Jimmy waiting for him down the hall also dressed in gym clothes and holding their bags. “Ok, guess I’ll see you later, son,” I responded as he jogged off and they headed out the front door. And then, all at once, total silence in the house, which was rare. I used the quiet time to catch up on some work around the house and then plop down on the couch with a beer to watch the basketball game, the whole house to myself. After a couple hours, I heard Ben come in the front door, dump his bag in the hallway and come in the living room and sit on the couch, a pouting look on his face. “Everything ok, son? How was practice?” I asked, leaning forward and muting the TV. I could tell something was wrong. “It was going great at first. I was killing it, then we were doing sprints on the field and I pulled my hamstring real bad,” he responded, shaking his head, frustrated. “Son, you know you’re gonna have injuries from time to time, especially when you push yourself too hard. Did you ice it?” “Yeah, the trainer did at the gym. It helped a little, but it’s still really tight.” “Come on, I’ll help rub it out a bit, then you can ice it and rest up,” I said, standing up, motioning for him to follow me. He reluctantly got up and followed me. I noticed he was limping quite a bit, so it must really be bothering him. I led him up to my bedroom so we could use my king size bed. He stood there looking at me confused. “Shirt off, face down on the bed,” I said as I motioned to the empty bed. He obliged and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the floor and revealing his familiar muscular torso. He had on tight little shorts that only came down about an inch on his thigh and hugged every curve of his ass and crotch. I tried not to be too obvious staring at my son who was developing into a muscular stud of a man. Ben jumped on the bed and lied face down, his perky ass sticking up and straining against the smooth fabric of his shorts. “So, which leg was it?” I asked, as I got up on my knees onto the bed straddling him. “My left,” he said in a muffled voice, his face buried into the white sheets. I placed my hands on his left left, feeling the warmth of his skin and the very fine light hairs of his legs as I started lightly massaging his muscle, easing into it to see if it was causing him any pain. He didn’t wince, so I continued massaging the back of his thigh. “I remember in college, we had this giant fat Russian lady that would beat the hell out of our muscle kinks,” I said to lighten the mood. “And it had the other benefit of keeping us from popping a woody on the table,” I joked and got a slight chuckle out of him. I reached over to my wife’s side table and got some of her lotion to put some on my hands and then start massaging into his leg. “That feel ok?” “Yeah, dad, it’s actually helping. You can put a little more pressure though, it doesn’t hurt,” he replied. I used my body weight to apply more pressure as I pressed my fingers into his hamstring, causing him to moan as I ran my hand along the length of his leg, stopping just below his ass. “Are you kadıköy travesti stretching out your lower back and glutes? Sometimes tightness there can cause issues with your hamstrings,” I said as I continued to knead his muscular legs. “No, not that much,” he replied. “Here, pull these shorts off so I don’t get lotion all over them, and I’ll hit your lower back,” I said, grabbing the waist of his tight shorts and pulling them down. Ben lifted his ass to assist me getting them off, not resisting at all. As soon as I had them down past his ass, I paused to admire his perfectly round smooth ass, framed by the thin navy blue straps of his jock. My dick immediately started throbbing up. As I moved up to his back, I kept getting distracted by his lower back dimples right above his ass. I started to casually let my hands graze his ass as I moved down his lower back to gauge his reaction, nervous at how much I was pushing it. Just having my mostly naked son in my bed, ass up, with my hands on him was new territory for me. Nevertheless, he continued his soft moaning as I continued to apply pressure to him, so I decided to move fully to his glutes. I got some more lotion in my hands and started lightly cupping each of his ass checks, grabbing them slightly to get a better feel. My dick twitched immediately. I kept looking up at the back of his head to see if he’d react, but he didn’t, so I kept going. I was now fully kneading his ass, slowly pulling his cheeks apart until I finally got a glimpse of his pink hole. My dick twitched again. I continued to focus on his ass, running my fingers under the straps and waist band of his jock, savoring ever minute of it. “Now, swing your left leg out at a 90 degree angle, so I can stretch out your leg some more,” I said, guiding his muscular thigh to angle out, his knee still bent. This exposed more of his ass and I could start to see the bottom of his jock pouch filled with his balls. I leaned down, starting to get a whiff of his teenage musk, and wrapped both of my hands around his thighs, massaging his quad and hamstring in a circular motion, running down to his knee, and then slowly working back up to his groin, rubbing all the way up until my hand brushed against his pouch, then I repeated the motion back down to his knee, before returning back to his groin, this time intentionally causing the back of my hand to make contact with his dick through the fabric of his jock. “Feel ok, son?” “Yeah, feels amazing. I, uh, I’m just trying to, uh, think of that fat Russian lady you were talking about. Although, I think I’d still prefer your hands.” I could tell that meant he was struggling with a hardon. I thought I could feel something firm in his pouch as I continued to brush against it. I continued to massage him, now focusing more on his upper thigh and groin muscle, running my hand along the the back of his leg and up to his ass cheek. “Haha, that’s perfectly normal for kids your age. I remember when I was younger, the wind would blow against my shorts, and I’d pop a woody,” I joked. I could tell he started to ease up after that, as he seemed nervous about getting hard in front of his dad. “Why don’t you flip over, and I’ll stretch your leg out,” I said, lightly patting him on his firm bare ass. He flipped over, putting his hands behind his head, causing his large biceps to naturally flex. My gaze traveled down his muscular chest to his well defined abs. When I looked down at his crotch, I saw his rock hard dick sticking out the side of his jock. At this point, he didn’t even try to conceal it. He noticed me staring. “Sorry, dad, couldn’t help it with your hands running all over me down there.” “Don’t apologize for that Anderson family dick, son,” I teased him. “I’m really proud of how you’re building out your body, son. Your progress is impressive in how you’re developing.” “Thanks, dad. Maybe some day I’ll catch up with you,” he replied. “Maybe we should just lose this thing. It’s obviously not doing its job of holding you dick in place,” I joked as I started tugging on the waist band of his jock. He lifted his waist up, signaling his agreement, as I yanked them down, my son now laying fully naked, with a boner, in my bed. I tried to maintain focus on his stretches. To stretch out his left hamstring, I pulled his left leg up to rest on my shoulder, with me crouched right up against his ass. I placed my left hand on his hip, my thumb brushing against the head of his dick, now leaking precum, and I pushed down to stabilize his hip, as I leaned forward slowly, stretching his leg as we made eye contact. He winced a little from the tightness in his hamstring, so I paused before pushing it a little further after he gave me the go-ahead. At this point, my hard dick under my shorts was almost pressed against his bare ass. “Dad? Can I tell you something?” “Sure, son, anything,” I replied, running my hand down his bare thigh, now intentionally brushing against his hard throbbing dick. “A couple of the guys on the team, they were, um, joking today about, like, hooking up with you and me at the same time. I told them to knock it off, that’s weird.” “Why is that weird?” I asked, continuing to massage his inner thigh, my groin now making contact with his bare ass. He seemed a bit surprised at my question. “I mean, you and mom are married,” he replied, our eyes locked on each other. “Well, son, I think you know now that jocks like us, we have very strong sexual desires, and sometimes, one woman, including your mom, can’t satisfy those all on her own,” I replied, my hand slowly making its way toward Ben’s throbbing and leaking cock. “I don’t understand, you cheat on mom?” he said, starting to get worked up. “No, son. I would never touch another woman, never have. But just like you, there is something about sexual experiences with another masculine jock.” “So, you’ve, actually, hooked up with guys after you got married? I thought what you said earlier was when you were my age.” he asked, curious. “I have,” I said, matter-of-factly, as I continued to rub his thigh while half of my body weight was pressing against his leg and ass. His boner wasn’t going away. “But, like, what kind of guys would you do that with?” he asked. “Well, mostly younger guys, muscular jock types,” I replied. “So, like my teammates,” he replied. I nodded. I could sense the gears churning in his head. “And it sounds like you have the same type as your old man,” I joked. “Speaking of taking after you, looks like that’s where I get my leaky dick from,” he said, looking down at my crotch, where my pre-cum had soaked through the fabric of my shorts with my hardon clearly showing. I looked down at myself just then noticing how obvious it was. “Huh, yeah, I leak out quite a bit of precum when I get hard too,” I said, rubbing my thumb through the puddle forming on his groin, and then pulling it up to my mouth where I licked it off my finger while Ben watched in amazement as I smiled at the taste of it. “Can I…can I…uh, try yours?” he finally got the words out. I smiled, and replied, “Sure, son,” as I pulled my shorts down and let my raging hard cock flop out. Ben’s eyes were immediately drawn to my throbbing dick. I grabbed it from the base, squeezing it a bit to get a good sized amount of pre-cum to ooze out, and I gathered a glob on my finger. I leaned over Ben, positioning my face right above his, our eyes locked, and I brought my precum soaked bakırköy travesti finger to his lips, rubbing it across his lips before he opened his mouth and took my finger in, swirling his tongue around it as he savored the taste of my precum. Our eyes still locked, I slowly lowered my face to his, and our lips met, as we shared our first sensual kiss. Ben’s tongue quickly darted out, both to get the last of my precum from his lips, and also to start exploring my lips and mouth. We both moaned as we leaned into each other, his arms reaching up to wrap around my shoulders and pull me deeper into him. I didn’t want it to end. After what seemed like an hour, I pulled back, curious to see his facial expression, and asked, “So, son, what did you think?” He smiled at me and replied, “I want some more, dad.” I couldn’t believe what was happening. After hearing him say that I moved forward over him until my cock was hanging above his face, still dripping with precum. Looking down at him, I saw his face looking up at my dick with teenage lust. I slowly lowered my cock, already about to bust, down, until Ben opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. As soon as it made contact with the tip of my dick, it sent electric shivers across my entire body. I pulled back, letting a string of my precum stretch out between his tongue and my dick, before I pushed it back down, his lips now opening and wrapping around my throbbing head. I strained to not shoot right then into his mouth. I pushed further down, now feeling his tongue start lapping against the underside of my dick. I could tell my dick wasn’t the first that had been in his mouth from the way he was massaging my dick with his tongue and lips. I was about halfway into his mouth, my body hovering above him in a plank position. I paused, not sure how much of my large dick he’d be able to take, but before long, he reached up, and put his hands on my ass, and started to pull me down, causing my dick to slide deeper into his mouth. I felt a little resistance as my head hit the entrance to his throat, but to my surprise, he continued to pull me down until my cock made it past and slid all the way down his throat, my balls pressed against his chin. “Holy shit, son! I can’t believe you got it all the way in. That feels so fucking good!” My knees were now rested on the bed on each side of him, so I started grinding my hips until I was effectively face fucking my son. His hands didn’t pull off my ass and he didn’t pull away as I got progressively faster in pulling my rock hard cock almost all the way out of his mouth and then thrusting it all the way back into his throat. Each time, he would swirl his tongue around my cock head and the underside of my cock as it slid back in. Looking down at my son with his lips wrapped around my dick quickly cause a big load to start building up. “I’m gonna cum soon, son. You want to eat your dad’s load??” I asked as my breathing picked up. He mumbled a yes and shook his head just as my dick started exploding. I thrust it all the way in, as I continued to shoot waves of jizz into his throat. I could feel him rapidly trying to swallow each time I shot into him, but I could tell he was struggling with the volume of cum, as it started slowly dripping out the sides of mouth and sliding down his cheeks. I got lightheaded from the euphoria erupting throughout my body and didn’t want it to end. I kept my dick in his mouth for a while, as he started squeezing it with his lips to get the last drops out. I finally started to slowly pull it out, watching it as it emerged, still glistening from his saliva and residual cum. When the head came out, he leaned up to kiss it and lick the last bit of cum from my slit. “God damn, Ben, I can’t believe that just happened. But it was so amazing,” I said as I leaned down to kiss him, the taste and smell of my dick still on his lips. I pulled off his mouth and looked at his eyes, and immediately could tell he had enjoyed it as much as I had, as he was grinning ear to ear. “Now let’s get a load out of you,” I said, looking down to his cock, only to see a huge pool of cum on his stomach and dripping off onto the bed. “Damn, son, I didn’t realize you’d already released Niagara Falls,” I said, joking. I was a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get to blow him. “I couldn’t help but shoot right at the beginning when you got all the way down my throat,” he replied. I must have assumed the moaning from his orgasm was him getting into it with my dick. “Well, I still get a taste,” I said as I leaned down, wrapped my hand around his still semi-hard dick and wrapped my lips around his head, squeezing some of his teenage spunk onto my tongue. It tasted just as amazing at the other day, although finally feeling his warm dick in my mouth made it all the better. “Jesus, dad, you’re gonna get me hard again,” he said while I continued to swirl my tongue around the tip of his dick. I could feel it getting firmer already, so I slowly took his entire cock into my mouth, massaging the shaft with my lips and my tongue. Soon he was rock hard again. So I was going to get to blow him after all… After I got his entire dick in my mouth, I slowly pulled back off it, before thrusting it back into my mouth and down my throat. “Fuuuuck, that feels so good, dad!” Ben proclaimed. I continued to bob up and down on his cock, while he started thrusting his hips up into me on my way down and putting his hands on the back of my head. The boy had learned fast. But I don’t think he was used to a pro cock sucker, because he quickly started moaning loudly and thrusting faster. I quickly felt the first shot of his warm salty teenage cum. He continued to burst loads of it into my mouth, which was impressive after seeing the size of his first load minutes earlier. I buried my face deep into his crotch, continuing to massage his dick with my throat while he continued to feed me his load. I savored every drop. When he finally stopped cumming for the second time, I let his cock flop out of my mouth and looked up at his face. He was in total bliss, coming down from the high of an amazingly intense orgasm. I grabbed a big amount of his cum from his stomach and reached up and rubbed it on his lips and into his mouth, and then I leaned down to kiss him sensually, our tongues and lips getting coated with the taste of his load mixed with mine. We embraced firmly as we continued to kiss, our naked bodies pressed against each other and our hands still exploring each others’ bodies. After we pulled away, I looked over at him and said, “Listen, son, I just want you to know how amazing this was for me, and I hope it’s what you wanted too.” Laughing, Ben replied, “Serious, dad? Geez, I’ve been trying to get that dick for like a year. Most of the team too. We had a wager on whether the pool party was going to turn into an orgy, but then Colt was the one to finally break through.” “He told you about that?!” “Ha, yeah. I could taste your cum on his ass right before I fucked him, using it as lube.” “Shit, uh, ok,” I was a little caught off guard. I guess I had missed all the signs. “Dad, you’re a fucking stud,” he said as he reached over and grabbed my chest. “I’m pretty sure everyone, guy or chick, wants to bone you.” “Well, you’re a pretty fucking sexy stud yourself, son. I’ve been wanting this for a while too.” He smiled, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before popping up and walking to my bathroom while I admired his ass. “Well, you gonna join me?” he said, looking over his shoulder. I quickly hopped up and caught up with him, smacking his perky ass as we got into the shower together, my dick already starting to chub up again. To be continued…..

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