Save a Soul Mishalecki Chapter 4
Jared went to meet with Jeffrey the next morning. He was a broad man with soft eyes that turned murderous when an employee stepped out of line. Jared entered his office with a nervous grin. "Um, Misha Collins sent me, Mr. Morgan. I'm Jared."
Jeffrey appraised the tall man, pushing him with a solid hand to move him farther into the light. "You're friends call you Moose?" He left only enough time for Jared to nod. "Can you lift Moose? Cuz I've got trucks coming into this warehouse all day. I need someone who can unload from six am till two pm, Tuesday through Saturday."
"Um, okay." Jared's eyes went wide with surprise."So, I have the job?"
"Misha said you deserve a chance. I trust me." A dark shadow fell over his face. ""But if you cross me, don't expect any kid gloves."
"When do I start sir?" Jared attempted a confident smile.
"Tuesday. Six am. You'll need steel toed boots, a denim button up shirt and jeans. We'll provide the hard hat." He nodded at Jared. "That's it. You can fill out your paper work Tuesday. Go! I got work to do."
Jared left the warehouse in a daze, driving Berg's car back to the center to sign in and help with lunch. A small girl curled herself in a corner armchair of the center's lobby. A huge duffel bag sat at her feet. Jared recognized the tear streaked face immediately. "Meg?"
"Oh Jared." A fresh stream of tears fell from her soft hazel eyes. "She said you can't come back. She threw your stuff outside!" Jared hugged the small girl to him as she continued to ramble. "I brought you what I could when she left for work. Some clothes. A few books and some CD's. Not very much."
Jared shook his head, a sudden surge of anger at him mother for pulling his sister in the middle of their mess. "You should be at school. Not worrying about me." His finger stroked away a stray tear from her cheek. "I got a job, Meg. I'm gonna be fine."
"When you get a place can I come live with you?" Her wide eyes begged.
"No, Meg, Mom only believes what he tells her. She's not bad. She's confused. He's all she has and she can't let go." Jared squeezed the young girl to him again. "You'll be off to college next year." He smiled down at her. "You are gonna take Chicago by storm. Don't throw that away."
Misha's voice echoed from his office. "Jared? Oh, sorry. Hi, I'm Misha." He smiled at the young girl.
A giggle gurgled from her chest. "He's as cute as you said." She smacked her brother's arm.
"And he can hear you." Misha raised an eyebrow at Jared.
"Sorry, I'm Meg. Jared's sister. The only sane one in the bunch." She held out a hand.
Misha took the offered appendage and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you."
The young girl turned her attention back to her brother. "You're okay? Are you gonna sleep here? Is it safe?"
Jared chuckled enveloping the girl again. "Stop worrying. I'll be fine. There are cots in the back. I'm sure one of the guys would even let me crash on their couch."
Misha circled the pair, resting his hands on Jared's shoulders. "I'll make sure he's okay. I promise."
Meg let out a squeal of delight that shook her entire body. "You two are adorable! Do you know the last time my brother gushed over someone? Never!" She raised up on her toes catching Jared's cheek with a quick kiss. "I have to go if I want to make second period." She threw a smile over her shoulder as she ran out the door. "Love you! Bye."
Jared felt Misha lean into him, breath hot on his neck. "You gushed over me?"
"I wouldn't say I gushed. A tiny squirt maybe." Jared let a laugh rumble across the lobby.
"Let's throw this duffel in my office and go check on lunch." Misha smacked Jared firmly on the behind to propel him forward.
Jared bit back a chuckle. "Oh, I'm not gonna live this one down am I?"
"Not anytime soon." Misha grasped the taller man's fingers and gave a light squeeze.
The kitchen was humming with dicing and chopping. Sebbie stirred a large pot, sniffing at the steam that rose out of it. "Welcome to Chez Jenny. His highness will assign you a position momentarily." He glared over at Jen who was instructing AJ on the proper way to chop melon. Sebbie looked back with wide eyes at Misha and Jared and mouthed the word 'help'.
Jared smiled, leaning in to examine the steaming pot. "Whatta we go? Duck a l'orange? Veal parmesan?"
"Sloppy joes." Sebbie answered.
Jen's head rose from the corner and he yelled over his shoulder. "Sloppy JENS! That is my own personal sauce."
Misha scrunched his nose and grinned at Jared. "Gross!"
Jen's face reddened as the group broke into laughter. "That's not funny. I was up all night getting it just right."
More snickers scattered in the air. "Oh, I'm sure you were darling. All night long." Sebbie sneered.
"Alright, alright." Molly returned from the pantry. "Lunch doors open in an hour. Are we ready?"
AJ went back to fruit chopping. Dicky opened the big oven to put in the first tray of oven fries. Sebbie stirred the pot of sloppy Jens as Jen continued to toss spiced into the pot. Berg added butter to the large pot of green beans ont he other burner. Jared hauled out the plates and silverware, getting the buffet counter ready. Misha joined him, poking him in the side with his elbow as they filled the silverware corral. Jard smiled down at him, kicking at Misha's foot under the long table.
Lunch made a big hit again. The boys had started making friends with the regulars in the short week they had been there. They helped the young children fill their juice cups and made sure they all received a cookie from Molly's fresh baked plate. Again Misha felt the sense of pride as he watched the group of men finally find a place where they were useful and appreciated.
Berg sought out a group of children, seven in all, seated at the feet of three very tired young mothers. "Hey guys. There's a toy box in the lobby and I know for a fact there is a huge story book and puppets in there." His eyes shined with excitement as the children clapped their hands and the mothers smiled. "You're more than welcome to bring your drinks into the lobby." Berg invited. "There are couches and a TV and I'd love to keep the kids busy for you." The tiny hands were already folding into his pulling him toward the big room. The women gathered their drinks and followed. AJ wasn't far behind.
Misha took not of Berg's habit of gravitating toward the children and wondered about introducing him to Lannie who ran the Headstart program down the street.
The afternoon soon turned into early evening. Everyone dissipated to their own destinations. Sebbie headed to help with the tag sale for the next morning. He enjoyed sorting the goods and was looking forward to charming customers into buying things the next day. AJ and Berg headed to their jobs. Dicky stayed in the kitchen, helping Jenny and Molly clean up the weeks leftovers.
Misha gestured Jared toward the Prius after they'd finished their chores. "Come on. I know you need some new boots for work. And, you're going to need something to wear to that wedding tomorrow." He winked.
"I, I don't have any money." Jared hung his head in shame.
"So you'll pay me back. I can't have my arm candy show up at my ex's wedding in torn jeans and a flannel." Misha fingered the flannel shirt that covered Jared's large form.
They spent a few hours at the local mall, picking up Jared's uniform for work and a nice outfit for the wedding. Misha drove them back to the center, unlocking his office door when they arrived. "So I was thinking." He began, lugging Jared's duffel onto his shoulder. "Since we're going to the wedding tomorrow, you could just . . . stay at my place?"
Jared kicked at an invisible spot on the ground. "I could?"
"Well, yeah." Misha responded in a rush. "If you stay with me I can drop you off at the warehouse on my way to the center in the morning. It's on my way. And them we can work at the center in the evenings together. You can help me with paper work and the budget and stuff."
"You're sure I won't be in the way?" Jared fought the urge to scream yes and jump in to the smaller man's arms.
"You can stay on the couch. After we clean it off. If you don't mind. I only have the one bedroom." Misha felt the flush of his cheeks betray his thought process.
Jared reverted his eyes to his feet. "Yeah, that sounds good. Okay."
They headed back to Misha's house, Jared frozen at the doorway when they actually arrived. Misha strolled in, carrying Jared's new clothes into his bedroom to hang them into the closet. He returned to find Jared still standing in the open door. "Are you okay?" Misha sat on the couch waiting for Jared to move.
"My mom kicked me out." Jared's voice was small, as if it all just hit him at that very moment. "My dad won't talk to me anymore."
Misha patted the cushion next to him. Jared walked over slowly, settling next to Misha quietly. "Jared." Misha laid his hand on Jared's knee. "You can't live life for other people. I learned that a long time ago. You have to be happy. And the man who came into my center last week, wasn't happy. Now you have the chance to figure out what is going to make you happy."
Jared took in a deep breath, exhaling as he searched the room. "I think right now, sleeping would make me happy."
Misha stood, heading to a closet and pulling out some spare blankets and a pillow. "Sounds like a good plan."
Misha said his good nights and went to bed. Jared stared at the popcorn ceiling. He studied the patterns that the little balls made above his head. The clock in Misha's kitchen ticked loudly in the darkness. Jared felt his toe tap along to the rhythm. It felt like days had gone by, he fought his lids to close but they refused. Misha's room had quieted the sounds of him getting ready for bed replaced with silence. Jared finally tiptoed to the door, planning on asking Misha if they could just talk for a moment. He opened the door, a small creak filling up the air. As he peaked in, he heard Misha's breath heavy and grunting. The bed shifted, quickly jumping, a ruffle of blanket in the center of the bed. "Jared." Misha's soft voice sighing in the darkness.
'Shit!' Jared realized he had caught Misha in a private moment. Part of him wanted to rush out the door, pretending he'd never been there. But the rest of him, the part that filled his dick with blood, wanted to slide into the bed next to him, feel his skin pressing against Misha's body. He let out a moan, unaware of how loud it bounced across the room until Misha bolted up right. His hand still curled under the blanket, his face flushed and sweaty. "How long?" He began.
Jared crawled into the bed, hand folding over Misha's slowly starting the stroking back up, forcing Misha to hitch up into the grip. Jared kicked his pants off, using his free hand to yank his underwear down.
"Jared, wait." Misha's voice strangled out of his throat. "Are you sure?"
Jared guided Misha's hand to feel the hard steel of Jared's cock. Misha brushed softly against the tip Jared's dick. "That feels so good." Jared moaned, mouth catching the soft lips the center's leader.
The two rocked into each other's grasp, moaning softly as mouths battled with tongues. Misha tried to argue, pulling his mouth away from Jared's, giving Jared access to his throat. "Jared, this isn't why I asked you here."
Jared's tongue flicked across the sensitive skin below Misha's ear. "Do you mean you never thought about this?" His voice was low with need. "Do you mean you didn't moan my name while you were touching your amazingly hard dick?"
Misha bit at Jared's shoulder, trying not to scream as that beautiful voice whispered in his ear. "Yes, I thought about you."
"What did I do? I don't know what to do." Jared's hand cupped at Misha's balls as he sucked across his neck.
Misha swallowed, hand tightening around the long thick shaft that quivered at his touch. "You, you laid on your back and, opened up for me. Let me lick your asshole till I could fuck you."
"Did you like it? Was it hot? Me wiggling into your tongue while you fucked me open for your big dick?" Jared stroked Misha's dick again, twisting his wrist as he reached the head. "Did I scream when you rammed inside me?"
Misha nodded his head quickly. "Yes, you screamed my name. Told me you liked it hard and fast."
Jared spun quickly in the bed, flipping to his back and pulling his knees up to his chest. "Lick me Misha! Make me scream."
Misha crawled down to his spot between Jared's legs, mouth tentative at the base of Jared's asshole. "You are so beautiful." Misha's hot breath bathed the waiting pucker. His tongue darted in slowly at first. Jared wiggled down, trying to meet the small thrusts. Misha slid forward, burying his tongue deeper into the hole pulling a moan from the younger man's throat. Misha slid a finger into the hole, massaging across the rim, pressing the hole wider. Two fingers scissored along the space, working Jared into more excitement. Three fingers twisted into the slicked crevice. Four fingers pumped him open. Both men grunted. Misha pushed himself up on his knees and spit slicking his cock. He brushed the tip of his dick to the widened asshole.
Jared pushed forward. "Fuck me. Make me scream." Misha hammered into Jared, spurred on by the noises gurgling in Jared's throat. Jared's breath hitched, unprepared for the burn of pain that hit him. Misha wiggled in farther, suddenly touching a spot that shot lightning behind Jared's eyes. Misha pulled back, slamming again, causing Jared's head to bash into the pillow. Again and again, Misha fucked into the taller man. Finally rewarded with a deep guttural scream that ripped through the small room. "Misha! Misha! Touch my dick! Please jack me off!"
Misha wrapped his hand around Jared's hard cock. It only took a few strokes for Jared to paint the skin between them with hot white cum. Watching the strings of desire spill between them was all Misha needed to push him over the edge. He shot his load deep inside Jared, swirling his dick into the tight wet hole. Hips rolling out the last of his orgasm. Misha flipped off of his new lover, lying next to him on the pillow top mattress. Jared curled his arm around the smaller man, pulling him into his embrace. They fell asleep that way, wrapped together, protecting each other from the skeletons in both their closets.
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Jeffrey appraised the tall man, pushing him with a solid hand to move him farther into the light. "You're friends call you Moose?" He left only enough time for Jared to nod. "Can you lift Moose? Cuz I've got trucks coming into this warehouse all day. I need someone who can unload from six am till two pm, Tuesday through Saturday."
"Um, okay." Jared's eyes went wide with surprise."So, I have the job?"
"Misha said you deserve a chance. I trust me." A dark shadow fell over his face. ""But if you cross me, don't expect any kid gloves."
"When do I start sir?" Jared attempted a confident smile.
"Tuesday. Six am. You'll need steel toed boots, a denim button up shirt and jeans. We'll provide the hard hat." He nodded at Jared. "That's it. You can fill out your paper work Tuesday. Go! I got work to do."
Jared left the warehouse in a daze, driving Berg's car back to the center to sign in and help with lunch. A small girl curled herself in a corner armchair of the center's lobby. A huge duffel bag sat at her feet. Jared recognized the tear streaked face immediately. "Meg?"
"Oh Jared." A fresh stream of tears fell from her soft hazel eyes. "She said you can't come back. She threw your stuff outside!" Jared hugged the small girl to him as she continued to ramble. "I brought you what I could when she left for work. Some clothes. A few books and some CD's. Not very much."
Jared shook his head, a sudden surge of anger at him mother for pulling his sister in the middle of their mess. "You should be at school. Not worrying about me." His finger stroked away a stray tear from her cheek. "I got a job, Meg. I'm gonna be fine."
"When you get a place can I come live with you?" Her wide eyes begged.
"No, Meg, Mom only believes what he tells her. She's not bad. She's confused. He's all she has and she can't let go." Jared squeezed the young girl to him again. "You'll be off to college next year." He smiled down at her. "You are gonna take Chicago by storm. Don't throw that away."
Misha's voice echoed from his office. "Jared? Oh, sorry. Hi, I'm Misha." He smiled at the young girl.
A giggle gurgled from her chest. "He's as cute as you said." She smacked her brother's arm.
"And he can hear you." Misha raised an eyebrow at Jared.
"Sorry, I'm Meg. Jared's sister. The only sane one in the bunch." She held out a hand.
Misha took the offered appendage and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you."
The young girl turned her attention back to her brother. "You're okay? Are you gonna sleep here? Is it safe?"
Jared chuckled enveloping the girl again. "Stop worrying. I'll be fine. There are cots in the back. I'm sure one of the guys would even let me crash on their couch."
Misha circled the pair, resting his hands on Jared's shoulders. "I'll make sure he's okay. I promise."
Meg let out a squeal of delight that shook her entire body. "You two are adorable! Do you know the last time my brother gushed over someone? Never!" She raised up on her toes catching Jared's cheek with a quick kiss. "I have to go if I want to make second period." She threw a smile over her shoulder as she ran out the door. "Love you! Bye."
Jared felt Misha lean into him, breath hot on his neck. "You gushed over me?"
"I wouldn't say I gushed. A tiny squirt maybe." Jared let a laugh rumble across the lobby.
"Let's throw this duffel in my office and go check on lunch." Misha smacked Jared firmly on the behind to propel him forward.
Jared bit back a chuckle. "Oh, I'm not gonna live this one down am I?"
"Not anytime soon." Misha grasped the taller man's fingers and gave a light squeeze.
The kitchen was humming with dicing and chopping. Sebbie stirred a large pot, sniffing at the steam that rose out of it. "Welcome to Chez Jenny. His highness will assign you a position momentarily." He glared over at Jen who was instructing AJ on the proper way to chop melon. Sebbie looked back with wide eyes at Misha and Jared and mouthed the word 'help'.
Jared smiled, leaning in to examine the steaming pot. "Whatta we go? Duck a l'orange? Veal parmesan?"
"Sloppy joes." Sebbie answered.
Jen's head rose from the corner and he yelled over his shoulder. "Sloppy JENS! That is my own personal sauce."
Misha scrunched his nose and grinned at Jared. "Gross!"
Jen's face reddened as the group broke into laughter. "That's not funny. I was up all night getting it just right."
More snickers scattered in the air. "Oh, I'm sure you were darling. All night long." Sebbie sneered.
"Alright, alright." Molly returned from the pantry. "Lunch doors open in an hour. Are we ready?"
AJ went back to fruit chopping. Dicky opened the big oven to put in the first tray of oven fries. Sebbie stirred the pot of sloppy Jens as Jen continued to toss spiced into the pot. Berg added butter to the large pot of green beans ont he other burner. Jared hauled out the plates and silverware, getting the buffet counter ready. Misha joined him, poking him in the side with his elbow as they filled the silverware corral. Jard smiled down at him, kicking at Misha's foot under the long table.
Lunch made a big hit again. The boys had started making friends with the regulars in the short week they had been there. They helped the young children fill their juice cups and made sure they all received a cookie from Molly's fresh baked plate. Again Misha felt the sense of pride as he watched the group of men finally find a place where they were useful and appreciated.
Berg sought out a group of children, seven in all, seated at the feet of three very tired young mothers. "Hey guys. There's a toy box in the lobby and I know for a fact there is a huge story book and puppets in there." His eyes shined with excitement as the children clapped their hands and the mothers smiled. "You're more than welcome to bring your drinks into the lobby." Berg invited. "There are couches and a TV and I'd love to keep the kids busy for you." The tiny hands were already folding into his pulling him toward the big room. The women gathered their drinks and followed. AJ wasn't far behind.
Misha took not of Berg's habit of gravitating toward the children and wondered about introducing him to Lannie who ran the Headstart program down the street.
The afternoon soon turned into early evening. Everyone dissipated to their own destinations. Sebbie headed to help with the tag sale for the next morning. He enjoyed sorting the goods and was looking forward to charming customers into buying things the next day. AJ and Berg headed to their jobs. Dicky stayed in the kitchen, helping Jenny and Molly clean up the weeks leftovers.
Misha gestured Jared toward the Prius after they'd finished their chores. "Come on. I know you need some new boots for work. And, you're going to need something to wear to that wedding tomorrow." He winked.
"I, I don't have any money." Jared hung his head in shame.
"So you'll pay me back. I can't have my arm candy show up at my ex's wedding in torn jeans and a flannel." Misha fingered the flannel shirt that covered Jared's large form.
They spent a few hours at the local mall, picking up Jared's uniform for work and a nice outfit for the wedding. Misha drove them back to the center, unlocking his office door when they arrived. "So I was thinking." He began, lugging Jared's duffel onto his shoulder. "Since we're going to the wedding tomorrow, you could just . . . stay at my place?"
Jared kicked at an invisible spot on the ground. "I could?"
"Well, yeah." Misha responded in a rush. "If you stay with me I can drop you off at the warehouse on my way to the center in the morning. It's on my way. And them we can work at the center in the evenings together. You can help me with paper work and the budget and stuff."
"You're sure I won't be in the way?" Jared fought the urge to scream yes and jump in to the smaller man's arms.
"You can stay on the couch. After we clean it off. If you don't mind. I only have the one bedroom." Misha felt the flush of his cheeks betray his thought process.
Jared reverted his eyes to his feet. "Yeah, that sounds good. Okay."
They headed back to Misha's house, Jared frozen at the doorway when they actually arrived. Misha strolled in, carrying Jared's new clothes into his bedroom to hang them into the closet. He returned to find Jared still standing in the open door. "Are you okay?" Misha sat on the couch waiting for Jared to move.
"My mom kicked me out." Jared's voice was small, as if it all just hit him at that very moment. "My dad won't talk to me anymore."
Misha patted the cushion next to him. Jared walked over slowly, settling next to Misha quietly. "Jared." Misha laid his hand on Jared's knee. "You can't live life for other people. I learned that a long time ago. You have to be happy. And the man who came into my center last week, wasn't happy. Now you have the chance to figure out what is going to make you happy."
Jared took in a deep breath, exhaling as he searched the room. "I think right now, sleeping would make me happy."
Misha stood, heading to a closet and pulling out some spare blankets and a pillow. "Sounds like a good plan."
Misha said his good nights and went to bed. Jared stared at the popcorn ceiling. He studied the patterns that the little balls made above his head. The clock in Misha's kitchen ticked loudly in the darkness. Jared felt his toe tap along to the rhythm. It felt like days had gone by, he fought his lids to close but they refused. Misha's room had quieted the sounds of him getting ready for bed replaced with silence. Jared finally tiptoed to the door, planning on asking Misha if they could just talk for a moment. He opened the door, a small creak filling up the air. As he peaked in, he heard Misha's breath heavy and grunting. The bed shifted, quickly jumping, a ruffle of blanket in the center of the bed. "Jared." Misha's soft voice sighing in the darkness.
'Shit!' Jared realized he had caught Misha in a private moment. Part of him wanted to rush out the door, pretending he'd never been there. But the rest of him, the part that filled his dick with blood, wanted to slide into the bed next to him, feel his skin pressing against Misha's body. He let out a moan, unaware of how loud it bounced across the room until Misha bolted up right. His hand still curled under the blanket, his face flushed and sweaty. "How long?" He began.
Jared crawled into the bed, hand folding over Misha's slowly starting the stroking back up, forcing Misha to hitch up into the grip. Jared kicked his pants off, using his free hand to yank his underwear down.
"Jared, wait." Misha's voice strangled out of his throat. "Are you sure?"
Jared guided Misha's hand to feel the hard steel of Jared's cock. Misha brushed softly against the tip Jared's dick. "That feels so good." Jared moaned, mouth catching the soft lips the center's leader.
The two rocked into each other's grasp, moaning softly as mouths battled with tongues. Misha tried to argue, pulling his mouth away from Jared's, giving Jared access to his throat. "Jared, this isn't why I asked you here."
Jared's tongue flicked across the sensitive skin below Misha's ear. "Do you mean you never thought about this?" His voice was low with need. "Do you mean you didn't moan my name while you were touching your amazingly hard dick?"
Misha bit at Jared's shoulder, trying not to scream as that beautiful voice whispered in his ear. "Yes, I thought about you."
"What did I do? I don't know what to do." Jared's hand cupped at Misha's balls as he sucked across his neck.
Misha swallowed, hand tightening around the long thick shaft that quivered at his touch. "You, you laid on your back and, opened up for me. Let me lick your asshole till I could fuck you."
"Did you like it? Was it hot? Me wiggling into your tongue while you fucked me open for your big dick?" Jared stroked Misha's dick again, twisting his wrist as he reached the head. "Did I scream when you rammed inside me?"
Misha nodded his head quickly. "Yes, you screamed my name. Told me you liked it hard and fast."
Jared spun quickly in the bed, flipping to his back and pulling his knees up to his chest. "Lick me Misha! Make me scream."
Misha crawled down to his spot between Jared's legs, mouth tentative at the base of Jared's asshole. "You are so beautiful." Misha's hot breath bathed the waiting pucker. His tongue darted in slowly at first. Jared wiggled down, trying to meet the small thrusts. Misha slid forward, burying his tongue deeper into the hole pulling a moan from the younger man's throat. Misha slid a finger into the hole, massaging across the rim, pressing the hole wider. Two fingers scissored along the space, working Jared into more excitement. Three fingers twisted into the slicked crevice. Four fingers pumped him open. Both men grunted. Misha pushed himself up on his knees and spit slicking his cock. He brushed the tip of his dick to the widened asshole.
Jared pushed forward. "Fuck me. Make me scream." Misha hammered into Jared, spurred on by the noises gurgling in Jared's throat. Jared's breath hitched, unprepared for the burn of pain that hit him. Misha wiggled in farther, suddenly touching a spot that shot lightning behind Jared's eyes. Misha pulled back, slamming again, causing Jared's head to bash into the pillow. Again and again, Misha fucked into the taller man. Finally rewarded with a deep guttural scream that ripped through the small room. "Misha! Misha! Touch my dick! Please jack me off!"
Misha wrapped his hand around Jared's hard cock. It only took a few strokes for Jared to paint the skin between them with hot white cum. Watching the strings of desire spill between them was all Misha needed to push him over the edge. He shot his load deep inside Jared, swirling his dick into the tight wet hole. Hips rolling out the last of his orgasm. Misha flipped off of his new lover, lying next to him on the pillow top mattress. Jared curled his arm around the smaller man, pulling him into his embrace. They fell asleep that way, wrapped together, protecting each other from the skeletons in both their closets.
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