is this the real life? (thirty three)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 14:22:25 UTC
thirty three.
Arthur doesn't really expect Alfred to leave his jacket in class. Rule number one when it comes to the hero's jacket - it is never, ever left alone, not even for a fraction of a second.
There's no one left in class.
Alfred is gone, presumably to run an errand for a teacher, and he's probably not going to return any time soon, so... Arthur bites his lip as he takes a quick look around the room. There's no one around, so maybe he'd be able to...
No, it's a bad idea, what if Alfred comes back? But just one touch wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Bad idea, Arthur, stop thinking stupid things. No, but it couldn't hurt, right? Of course it- No, it couldn't. Right.
Arthur pushes all thoughts of how he shouldn't be doing this to the back of his mind, letting his irrational side take charge as he takes a deep breath, leans over, and reaches for Alfred's jacket.
It had been a decision made in the spur of the moment, nothing more. Arthur holds Alfred's jacket reverently, unsure of what to do. It feels like how he had always imagined it to be, with Alfred's warmth still lingering on it. Arthur isn't quite sure what he wants to do with it, perhaps, he should try wrapping it around his shoulders, pretending that Alfred was the one who had put it there. Or maybe, just maybe...
Arthur gulps nervously, taking a quick look round the classroom again. The blinds are drawn because it's the end of the day, the doors are closed and it's highly unlikely that anyone would walk in because at this time of the day, almost everyone has gone home. Arthur hugs the jacket close, a little hesitantly, cheeks burning furiously as he wonders if the jacket carries Alfred's scent.
Then again, it isn't as if Arthur is in any position to find out.
Right?
Arthur stills momentarily, contemplating what to do next. He knows that he should put the jacket back on Alfred's desk, knows that he should pack his things and leave, knows that what he's about to do is wrong on so many levels but...
But what?
Arthur supposes that it wouldn't hurt, it isn't as if he's some kind of pervert, because after all, it's just inhaling Alfred's scent.
But then again, isn't that what perverts do? Sniffing at the clothing of the object of their desires?
No, Arthur decides that it's the only pathetic alternative he has for actually being able to hug Alfred, for being able to bury his head in his chest and hold him close. Because in reality it's impossible, given their relationship, Alfred would never treat him with tenderness.
With that thought in mind, Arthur buries his face in Alfred's jacket, inhaling. He has never ever thought of how Alfred would smell like, probably of citrus fruits and something cloyingly sweet and maybe a little perspiration as well, but it turns out to be anything but that. Alfred's jacket smells vaguely of soap, the mildly scented kind, and of a cologne that Arthur doesn't quite remember. He inhales again, and God he doesn't know how it's possible but it makes his heart beat faster, and makes his blood rush south.
is this the real life? (thirty three to thirty four)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 14:25:11 UTC
"Fuck," Arthur groans, feeling his cock harden in his trousers, slowly straining against the material. It feels strange and awkward, he'd never be able to explain how things got to this stage if Alfred comes back in, but at the same time, Arthur knows, deep down, that this is probably the closest he can ever get to Alfred.
Arthur takes yet another look around the classroom, feeling slightly paranoid. Satisfied that no one is around, he slides a hand down under the desk, undoing his trousers, unzipping slowly. He inhales again, mind filled with nothing but Alfred as he cups his cock through the material of his underwear, his breath coming in deep, ragged pants as he palms his cock, stroking slowly.
"Fuck." The word is torn from his lips, a breathless cry as he shifts so that he's able to pull his trousers and underwear down with one hand, pulling them low enough to free his cock. He wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself off with fast, rhythmic strokes, heart pounding hard against his ribs while his other hand clenches in Alfred's jacket, holding it tight.
Arthur thinks of Alfred bending over him, taking his hand, guiding his hand up and down his cock. He thinks of Alfred licking at the crook of his neck, thinks of Alfred biting down hard, thinks of Alfred's hand leaving his, going lower to cup his balls gently.
"Alfred," Arthur moans. In his fantasy, Alfred has a wicked smile on his face as he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive skin of his balls.
"Hands off," Alfred murmurs in his fantasy and Arthur groans, complying. "Very good," he whispers as Arthur grips the edge of his seat while Alfred's hand returns to Arthur's cock, using his thumb and index finger to tease the tip. His fingers go lower, he scrapes his fingernails against the underside. Arthur moans, doing his best not to rock his hips forward.
As if Alfred had been able to read Arthur's mind, he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking quickly and this time, Arthur doesn't hold back, he lifts his hips and thrusts upwards into Alfred's hand, wishing it was his mouth on him instead.
"Alfred!" Arthur cries out, pressing his face into Alfred's jacket, hips bucking forward as he thrusts into his hand, spilling white all over.
There's a dull thud, the sound of something heavy dropping on the floor. Arthur's slumped forward in his desk, panting heavily. There's someone in the doorway, he doesn't want to look because he knows who it is, but at the same time...
is this the real life? (thirty five)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 14:26:36 UTC
thirty five.
Arthur tosses around in his bed, unable to sleep. He kicks his blanket aside, shifting in his bed.
What had happened earlier in the day had been a stupid, ridiculous mistake. He should've never let himself entertain such foolish thoughts, should've never allowed himself to touch Alfred's jacket in the first place, should've left the classroom the moment the bell rang. He should've never let his stupid dreams affect him, and most of all, he should've never tried to act on them.
The look on Alfred's face had cut through him like a knife. Arthur had never seen it before, not even when Alfred had failed a physics test for some unknown reason and lost to Arthur by a whole lot of marks. It hadn't been disappointment, and it had looked like a strange mixture of disbelief and perhaps...
Betrayal.
Arthur groans, staring at the ceiling. Alfred had snatched his jacket away after that, grabbing his things and dashing out of the room immediately without giving Arthur a chance to explain. Then again, Arthur knows that he wouldn't have been able to give a suitable explanation. He laughs sardonically, thinking of a possible apology. Sorry for taking your things without your permission? Sorry for using it in place of porn of some sort? Sorry for wanking while smelling your jacket? It sounds pathetic and stupid to Arthur, and his decision to let his irrational side take over had now cost him a... What? Arthur doesn't even know the answer. A friend? A rival? A potential boyfriend? He wanders in the repetition as slowly, his eyelids flutter close.
When Arthur winds up having Alfred in his lap, cheeks flushed, he has absolutely no idea how it had happened. Alfred is panting hard, eyes half lidded with arousal. "Arthur," he moans, grinding against Arthur's lap, fingernails sinking into his shoulders. "Arthur-"
Arthur groans in reply, rocking his hips. He wants to reach in between them, to free his cock because the last thing he wants is to dirty his trousers like this but Alfred looks too far out to care. He leans up, biting down hard on Alfred's neck, making him to cry out, stilling on his lap.
"Arthur," it comes out as an almost whine, and Alfred rolls his hips and God, Arthur wants more, wants it so badly but first, there's something he has to, at the very least, try to do.
"Jeans," Arthur manages and Alfred sighs, lifting his hips reluctantly as he undoes his jeans. Arthur finds himself licking his lips in appreciation when he realises that Alfred had went without underwear. Then again, of course he hadn't worn any, because how else could he have fit into such a tight pair of jeans?
"Hurry," Alfred says, glares at Arthur, impatient as Arthur fumbles with his zip. Before he can fully remove his underwear and trousers (or at least, tug them low enough so it wouldn't feel uncomfortable around his thighs) Alfred is sitting on his lap again, shifting his hips so that his cock is pressed against Arthur's.
"Alfred," Arthur moans as Alfred grins, pressing his lips to his as he reaches in between them.
Alfred takes the both of them in his hand, pausing to tease Arthur's leaking slit before paying similar attention to his own. Arthur groans, kissing back forcefully as Alfred begins to stroke. They move in tandem, with Alfred rolling his hips and Arthur bucking forward in response, and it isn't long before they're both going over the edge.
When Arthur wakes up, his pyjamas are a sticky mess. He feels like he shouldn't have enjoyed his dream as much as he did. There's a strange feeling pooling in his gut, and for some inexplicable reason, it feels oddly like guilt.
is this the real life? (thirty six)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 14:29:40 UTC
thirty six.
It has been more than a week, and Alfred has been treating Arthur as if he doesn't exist. Chemistry lessons in the lab are now silent affairs, with Alfred almost ignoring his presence. Alfred doesn't bother volunteering in Maths class any more, and Arthur cannot bring himself to answer because there's no one to compete with. Their project is now on indefinite hiatus, even with the deadline looming.
They don't talk anymore.
They don't settle into the silence comfortably. It's not like how they used to be together, acting like a pair of lovers slipping into old skin together. There's something charged in the atmosphere in between them, something that feels different, and Arthur has absolutely no idea what to do about it.
Arthur wants to scream at Alfred. Wants to shake him by his shoulders, wants to ask him what on earth is wrong with him because God, if he'd just let him, he would try to explain. He doesn't know how exactly, but at least he'd try.
How did it all begin between the both of them? Arthur doesn't really remember anymore. He supposes that it had been due to a new seating arrangement, when they had been forced to sit in alphabetical order. Perhaps their so-called rivalry had started he had picked on Alfred's flyaway curl that never seemed to behave when Alfred had picked on his ridiculously thick eyebrows. Perhaps so-called dislike of one another had been due to the many disagreements they had come to have after they had been forced to sit together. Alfred had thought of Arthur as cold and reticent before then, and Arthur had thought of Alfred as loud and obnoxious.
It had been as if there had been no common ground between the both of them from day one. Arthur supposes that he had tried to be friends with Alfred, but Alfred had been fiercely competitive, and they had ended up trying to beat each other at every opportunity he had.
Or rather, maybe, Arthur had been the competitive one, not Alfred, what with how he had been determined not to lose to someone who had seemed to do everything but study. After the first test they had taken together, every thing between them became a competition. It had always seemed as if one had been seeking the attention of the other and vice versa, in a strange sort of way.
Or was it? No, Arthur supposes that Alfred wouldn't have needed to seek his attention. After all, who was he? Arthur Kirkland, just another face in the crowd to Mr. Alfred Rather Popular F. Jones. He didn't have a crowd of friends to hang out with. He wasn't anyone special. No, that wasn't it.
With a sickening sensation, Arthur realises that all he had wanted back then was to be noticed. And to be noticed by Alfred, the golden boy, popular with majority of the cohort, had been his solution to that.
thank you so much for hanging in there and waiting for me! so much love to all of you. will be going overseas and will be without internet access for the next two weeks, so the next update should probably happen around christmas. once again, thank you all so much!
Re: is this the real life? (thirty six)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 15:25:18 UTC
Oh my god anon!!! P-poor Arthur... Poor Al! I love this story and I literally squee'd when I saw the update. Also I made a very distressed-sounding noise when I got to the part where Al walks in... I can't wait for the next update! This is stressful, anon, those two boys need to admit they are totally in to each other. Maybe then Arthur will finally stop having such 'inconvenient' dreams, haha.
Re: is this the real life? (thirty six)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 16:46:44 UTC
Fantastic A!A! Fantastic! I was so close to dancing at my desk when I noticed this had been updated. Thanks so much for updating! Even if there is going to be a while until you update again. Thanks for throwing that juicy little bone! I will be looking forward to the next one. Hope your trip overseas turns out alright.
This. Just...This. That scene with Arthur and Alfred's jacket is more than anyone could ask for. Poor guys they need to get together soon or their gonna go nuts. Arthur nearly is already. I loved Arthur's realization there at the end. I just loved everything. I'm looking forward to seeing how so many things turn out!
Re: is this the real life? (thirty six)
anonymous
December 7 2011, 19:54:51 UTC
8D YOU HAVE UPDATED! The anon who first asked if you were going to update litteraly shot out of her seat squealing before remembering no one knows she reads the kink meme and noises like that always bring my brothers in to ask whats up when she saw this on the fills list XD
Oh god.. Poor Arthur. Having Alfred walk in on that. Poor Alfred must be so confused. Can't wait for your next update A!A and im so glad that you are back. :3
Re: is this the real life? (thirty six)
anonymous
December 11 2011, 08:55:00 UTC
I'm a first time reader and I'm really enjoying this. And you are FANTASTIC for that final part and making everything terrible after the jacket incident, because that's what would realistically happen, not some "omg I love you too let's fuck!" kind of reaction. You're great. :)
Re: is this the real life? (thirty six)
anonymous
February 4 2012, 19:55:42 UTC
Damn! I just noticed that there's an update here! shame on me! But I did read it, and in fact at first I thought it's the end lol and felt kinda sad. Because yeah would be sad if it ended up like this. But oh well! I really liked this last chapter. And pooor Arthur ;; *holds him* Don't worry dear, it'll be alright... I hope. And well yes, I hope for a happy ending, will be really glad if they end up together! And can't wait for the next update! please don't drop this story, A!A, I really like it ;;
Arthur doesn't really expect Alfred to leave his jacket in class. Rule number one when it comes to the hero's jacket - it is never, ever left alone, not even for a fraction of a second.
There's no one left in class.
Alfred is gone, presumably to run an errand for a teacher, and he's probably not going to return any time soon, so... Arthur bites his lip as he takes a quick look around the room. There's no one around, so maybe he'd be able to...
No, it's a bad idea, what if Alfred comes back? But just one touch wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Bad idea, Arthur, stop thinking stupid things. No, but it couldn't hurt, right? Of course it- No, it couldn't. Right.
Arthur pushes all thoughts of how he shouldn't be doing this to the back of his mind, letting his irrational side take charge as he takes a deep breath, leans over, and reaches for Alfred's jacket.
It had been a decision made in the spur of the moment, nothing more. Arthur holds Alfred's jacket reverently, unsure of what to do. It feels like how he had always imagined it to be, with Alfred's warmth still lingering on it. Arthur isn't quite sure what he wants to do with it, perhaps, he should try wrapping it around his shoulders, pretending that Alfred was the one who had put it there. Or maybe, just maybe...
Arthur gulps nervously, taking a quick look round the classroom again. The blinds are drawn because it's the end of the day, the doors are closed and it's highly unlikely that anyone would walk in because at this time of the day, almost everyone has gone home. Arthur hugs the jacket close, a little hesitantly, cheeks burning furiously as he wonders if the jacket carries Alfred's scent.
Then again, it isn't as if Arthur is in any position to find out.
Right?
Arthur stills momentarily, contemplating what to do next. He knows that he should put the jacket back on Alfred's desk, knows that he should pack his things and leave, knows that what he's about to do is wrong on so many levels but...
But what?
Arthur supposes that it wouldn't hurt, it isn't as if he's some kind of pervert, because after all, it's just inhaling Alfred's scent.
But then again, isn't that what perverts do? Sniffing at the clothing of the object of their desires?
No, Arthur decides that it's the only pathetic alternative he has for actually being able to hug Alfred, for being able to bury his head in his chest and hold him close. Because in reality it's impossible, given their relationship, Alfred would never treat him with tenderness.
With that thought in mind, Arthur buries his face in Alfred's jacket, inhaling. He has never ever thought of how Alfred would smell like, probably of citrus fruits and something cloyingly sweet and maybe a little perspiration as well, but it turns out to be anything but that. Alfred's jacket smells vaguely of soap, the mildly scented kind, and of a cologne that Arthur doesn't quite remember. He inhales again, and God he doesn't know how it's possible but it makes his heart beat faster, and makes his blood rush south.
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Arthur takes yet another look around the classroom, feeling slightly paranoid. Satisfied that no one is around, he slides a hand down under the desk, undoing his trousers, unzipping slowly. He inhales again, mind filled with nothing but Alfred as he cups his cock through the material of his underwear, his breath coming in deep, ragged pants as he palms his cock, stroking slowly.
"Fuck." The word is torn from his lips, a breathless cry as he shifts so that he's able to pull his trousers and underwear down with one hand, pulling them low enough to free his cock. He wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself off with fast, rhythmic strokes, heart pounding hard against his ribs while his other hand clenches in Alfred's jacket, holding it tight.
Arthur thinks of Alfred bending over him, taking his hand, guiding his hand up and down his cock. He thinks of Alfred licking at the crook of his neck, thinks of Alfred biting down hard, thinks of Alfred's hand leaving his, going lower to cup his balls gently.
"Alfred," Arthur moans. In his fantasy, Alfred has a wicked smile on his face as he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive skin of his balls.
"Hands off," Alfred murmurs in his fantasy and Arthur groans, complying. "Very good," he whispers as Arthur grips the edge of his seat while Alfred's hand returns to Arthur's cock, using his thumb and index finger to tease the tip. His fingers go lower, he scrapes his fingernails against the underside. Arthur moans, doing his best not to rock his hips forward.
As if Alfred had been able to read Arthur's mind, he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking quickly and this time, Arthur doesn't hold back, he lifts his hips and thrusts upwards into Alfred's hand, wishing it was his mouth on him instead.
"Alfred!" Arthur cries out, pressing his face into Alfred's jacket, hips bucking forward as he thrusts into his hand, spilling white all over.
There's a dull thud, the sound of something heavy dropping on the floor. Arthur's slumped forward in his desk, panting heavily. There's someone in the doorway, he doesn't want to look because he knows who it is, but at the same time...
"Ar... Arthur?"
thirty four.
Alfred.
Confrontation.
Shock.
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Arthur tosses around in his bed, unable to sleep. He kicks his blanket aside, shifting in his bed.
What had happened earlier in the day had been a stupid, ridiculous mistake. He should've never let himself entertain such foolish thoughts, should've never allowed himself to touch Alfred's jacket in the first place, should've left the classroom the moment the bell rang. He should've never let his stupid dreams affect him, and most of all, he should've never tried to act on them.
The look on Alfred's face had cut through him like a knife. Arthur had never seen it before, not even when Alfred had failed a physics test for some unknown reason and lost to Arthur by a whole lot of marks. It hadn't been disappointment, and it had looked like a strange mixture of disbelief and perhaps...
Betrayal.
Arthur groans, staring at the ceiling. Alfred had snatched his jacket away after that, grabbing his things and dashing out of the room immediately without giving Arthur a chance to explain. Then again, Arthur knows that he wouldn't have been able to give a suitable explanation. He laughs sardonically, thinking of a possible apology. Sorry for taking your things without your permission? Sorry for using it in place of porn of some sort? Sorry for wanking while smelling your jacket? It sounds pathetic and stupid to Arthur, and his decision to let his irrational side take over had now cost him a... What? Arthur doesn't even know the answer. A friend? A rival? A potential boyfriend? He wanders in the repetition as slowly, his eyelids flutter close.
When Arthur winds up having Alfred in his lap, cheeks flushed, he has absolutely no idea how it had happened. Alfred is panting hard, eyes half lidded with arousal. "Arthur," he moans, grinding against Arthur's lap, fingernails sinking into his shoulders. "Arthur-"
Arthur groans in reply, rocking his hips. He wants to reach in between them, to free his cock because the last thing he wants is to dirty his trousers like this but Alfred looks too far out to care. He leans up, biting down hard on Alfred's neck, making him to cry out, stilling on his lap.
"Arthur," it comes out as an almost whine, and Alfred rolls his hips and God, Arthur wants more, wants it so badly but first, there's something he has to, at the very least, try to do.
"Jeans," Arthur manages and Alfred sighs, lifting his hips reluctantly as he undoes his jeans. Arthur finds himself licking his lips in appreciation when he realises that Alfred had went without underwear. Then again, of course he hadn't worn any, because how else could he have fit into such a tight pair of jeans?
"Hurry," Alfred says, glares at Arthur, impatient as Arthur fumbles with his zip. Before he can fully remove his underwear and trousers (or at least, tug them low enough so it wouldn't feel uncomfortable around his thighs) Alfred is sitting on his lap again, shifting his hips so that his cock is pressed against Arthur's.
"Alfred," Arthur moans as Alfred grins, pressing his lips to his as he reaches in between them.
Alfred takes the both of them in his hand, pausing to tease Arthur's leaking slit before paying similar attention to his own. Arthur groans, kissing back forcefully as Alfred begins to stroke. They move in tandem, with Alfred rolling his hips and Arthur bucking forward in response, and it isn't long before they're both going over the edge.
When Arthur wakes up, his pyjamas are a sticky mess. He feels like he shouldn't have enjoyed his dream as much as he did. There's a strange feeling pooling in his gut, and for some inexplicable reason, it feels oddly like guilt.
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It has been more than a week, and Alfred has been treating Arthur as if he doesn't exist. Chemistry lessons in the lab are now silent affairs, with Alfred almost ignoring his presence. Alfred doesn't bother volunteering in Maths class any more, and Arthur cannot bring himself to answer because there's no one to compete with. Their project is now on indefinite hiatus, even with the deadline looming.
They don't talk anymore.
They don't settle into the silence comfortably. It's not like how they used to be together, acting like a pair of lovers slipping into old skin together. There's something charged in the atmosphere in between them, something that feels different, and Arthur has absolutely no idea what to do about it.
Arthur wants to scream at Alfred. Wants to shake him by his shoulders, wants to ask him what on earth is wrong with him because God, if he'd just let him, he would try to explain. He doesn't know how exactly, but at least he'd try.
How did it all begin between the both of them? Arthur doesn't really remember anymore. He supposes that it had been due to a new seating arrangement, when they had been forced to sit in alphabetical order. Perhaps their so-called rivalry had started he had picked on Alfred's flyaway curl that never seemed to behave when Alfred had picked on his ridiculously thick eyebrows. Perhaps so-called dislike of one another had been due to the many disagreements they had come to have after they had been forced to sit together. Alfred had thought of Arthur as cold and reticent before then, and Arthur had thought of Alfred as loud and obnoxious.
It had been as if there had been no common ground between the both of them from day one. Arthur supposes that he had tried to be friends with Alfred, but Alfred had been fiercely competitive, and they had ended up trying to beat each other at every opportunity he had.
Or rather, maybe, Arthur had been the competitive one, not Alfred, what with how he had been determined not to lose to someone who had seemed to do everything but study. After the first test they had taken together, every thing between them became a competition. It had always seemed as if one had been seeking the attention of the other and vice versa, in a strange sort of way.
Or was it? No, Arthur supposes that Alfred wouldn't have needed to seek his attention. After all, who was he? Arthur Kirkland, just another face in the crowd to Mr. Alfred Rather Popular F. Jones. He didn't have a crowd of friends to hang out with. He wasn't anyone special. No, that wasn't it.
With a sickening sensation, Arthur realises that all he had wanted back then was to be noticed. And to be noticed by Alfred, the golden boy, popular with majority of the cohort, had been his solution to that.
thank you so much for hanging in there and waiting for me! so much love to all of you. will be going overseas and will be without internet access for the next two weeks, so the next update should probably happen around christmas. once again, thank you all so much!
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This. Just...This. That scene with Arthur and Alfred's jacket is more than anyone could ask for. Poor guys they need to get together soon or their gonna go nuts. Arthur nearly is already. I loved Arthur's realization there at the end. I just loved everything. I'm looking forward to seeing how so many things turn out!
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YOU HAVE UPDATED! The anon who first asked if you were going to update litteraly shot out of her seat squealing before remembering no one knows she reads the kink meme and noises like that always bring my brothers in to ask whats up when she saw this on the fills list XD
Oh god.. Poor Arthur. Having Alfred walk in on that. Poor Alfred must be so confused. Can't wait for your next update A!A and im so glad that you are back. :3
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have a great trip! It was so nice of you to let us know what your plans are so we have something to look forward to!!
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But I did read it, and in fact at first I thought it's the end lol and felt kinda sad. Because yeah would be sad if it ended up like this.
But oh well! I really liked this last chapter. And pooor Arthur ;; *holds him* Don't worry dear, it'll be alright... I hope.
And well yes, I hope for a happy ending, will be really glad if they end up together! And can't wait for the next update!
please don't drop this story, A!A, I really like it ;;
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PLEASE, A!A, CONTINUE.
I CAN'T TAKE IT.
;n;
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