wip dump [4/5]
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11.
troublemaker
kai/sehun
jongin doesn’t like cats, but sehun isn’t exactly one. (catboy!au)
Jongin has learnt that there are quite surprising things and events in life. For example, when his parents had secretly signed him up for ballet class instead of the modern dance class he wanted, or when he had found out that one girl at their high school was actually a guy in disguise. Some things come like a whirlwind and take everything along the surprise, but some are like passing wind, surprises you expect daily. Like the newspaper delivery guy being late for ten minutes, or like someone rapping on the door impatiently at 4 in the morning.
Jongin wakes up to the loud and frantic knocks on his door. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he pads to the door and opens it, and for a scary moment he sees nobody, until he hears whining noises from his feet. And then he looks down to find a large, shaking box and through the haze of his sleepy mind, he figures that’s probably the source of the knocks. In the next moment, he freezes and takes a second to be shocked by the surprising turnout at the door.
“What are you,” Jongin asks, poking the box, and he feels stupid for trying to talk to a box, but the box ruts against the door frame angrily in response. “Okay, okay,” Jongin mumbles and backs off, and he’s about to shut the door and pretend none of these happened until he hears a soft voice. “Please, keep me.”
And Jongin isn’t sure if he’s still dreaming, or if he had imagined that, but he does.
Never in his life did Jongin ever imagine himself doing this-standing in his living room with a pair of scissors and attempting to cut through the sticky tape holding the cardboard box close. He slaps himself and asks in a low voice, “What have you gotten yourself in, Kim Jongin…”
His thoughts were erased, though, when the box was messily torn apart by sharp nails and gleaming canine teeth after Jongin rids of the tape. Jongin scrambles backwards in a flurry, his scissors held open by two hands. “Don’t kill me I’m not afraid of you I have the scissors you can’t do anything to me-” Jongin chants from behind his hands, and he hears a soft yawning noise. He wonders if he’s hallucinating. Or sleep-deprived. Or did he have too much to drink at the party earlier?
But then again, if the moving box was anything to go by, never in his life did Jongin imagine to see this, either-a human boy with a pair of pointed-are those real cat ears? And-and a real fluffy white tail. Jongin blinks furiously and blabbers nonsense in attempt to break himself away from this insane dream or imagination but the kitty-boy… hybrid is blinking down at him curiously, pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips. Jongin gulps weakly as he sets the scissors down. “Hi.”
“Hi,” The boy squeaks back, voice high, “I'm-” he meows, and then blinks confusedly. “I have no name. Master, give me a name.”
His cat ears are exactly like those you’d expect to see in giggly shoujo manga, pointy and silky and twitching. Not that Jongin likes manga in particular, but. “Are you a cosplay gone wrong? How come the convention sent you here? Where do you live?”
The boy frowns a little, stroking the fur behind his ears as he thinks. “What’s a cosplay?” He asks first, before plopping down on the floor and stretching lazily. “I don’t know. I ended up here suddenly. They said my new master will take care of me.”
Jongin avoids looking at the boy altogether because he’s stark naked-and his anatomy is no different from Jongin’s, except he has a tail and a pair of cat ears. “N-new master? I haven’t received any notice regarding adopting a pet…” Jongin ponders for a bit, staring at the cat tail, before he blabbers, “Well then, you can be called Sehun, in that case-you remind me of him-he’s my crush a few years back, mind you.”
“Sehun?” Sehun’s ears twitch happily, and a grin breaks out on his face before he meows and jumps into Jongin’s hold, happily lapping at Jongin’s cheek with his tongue. “I like that name, Master.”
For one, Jongin isn’t an avid fan of cats. Cats like to stare at him with their glowing eyes in the dead of the night, when Jongin comes home from dance practice, and they like to follow him silently when he goes to school in the morning. It scares him, sometimes, when he looks around and finds a pair of eyes meeting his. Jongin eyes the catboy in front of him wearily, who is currently rolling quietly in the soft carpet and sighing occasionally.
He then sighs outwardly, and Sehun perks up to stare at him. “Is there anything wrong, Master? Did I do anything wrong?” Sehun sits up, cross-legged, and his tail swings lazily behind his body. Jongin wants to cover his eyes because this is so wrong, and Sehun still is naked-
So he runs into his room, rummages for a pair of old shorts and hands it to Sehun without looking at him directly. “Wear this.”
Sehun takes the shorts from Jongin and promptly puts it on, except he almost sticks both his legs into one opening and Jongin has to stop him before he gets stuck.
"Master?" Sehun whispers, and plops on a sleeping Jongin's lap, eyes taking in the scene of him sleeping. He giggles a little, tail waving lazily behind his body, and wriggles in Jongin's lap to get cozy and snooze off.
Humans like this, right?
Jongin stirs awake before Sehun falls asleep, and Sehun's ears perk up in joy. "Master! You're awake!"
Jongin cracks a sleepy smile and scratches the little fur behind Sehun's ear. With some effort, he blinks and realizes Sehun's compromising position. "Um. Sehun. What are you doing on my /lap/."
Sehun's ears visibly droop a little, and he frowns, chewing on his bottom lip. "Jongin doesn't like this? Sehun is sorry..." He trails off, but Jongin gulps and holds Sehun's hand. "No- no- it's okay, you just surprised me."
Sehun's eyes crinkle into happy cresents and while meowing, he throws his lanky arms around Jongin's neck, humming happily. "Jongin is not angry with Sehun!"
-
12.
if love was a crime, you can keep me prisoner
chanyeol/kyungsoo
honestly when kyungsoo first chose to become part of the police force, he didn't expect to be put in the crime investigating team from day one.
he's the assistant leader in a group of four despite only graduating from the elite police training academy (with flying colors, mind you) last year. luhan, their leader, had three years of experience in working; baekhyun was the shorter one, snarky yet endearing and he sounds like those typical gay best friends most of the time. the newest addition to their little group before kyungsoo- wufan. how can kyungsoo even begin to describe wufan? he had one of those faces that looked like it had poker face set on default but he still manages to look amazing nevertheless. wufan is also in charge of keeping the cool in their team. you know, with baekhyun the noisy and junmyeon the weak. lastly there's jongin- if wufan was in charge of keeping the cool, then jongin was in charge of flipping shit about. he has tanned skin and dark, sleepy eyes and luhan whispers "it's because of all the chocolate" beside.
jongin looks up promptly with a packet of chocolate milk in his hands.
all in all, kyungsoo is pretty happy with this arrangement, he beams while slotting photos of past criminals in their respective portfolios, it's definitely infinitely better than what he had in mind when the head officer introduced him to everyone- class one elite graduate of the school. specially acknowledged and handpicked for his high intellectual ability and a clear head.
kyungsoo really, really imagined himself stuck in one of those groups where the tension was so thick, no one speaks and they spend twenty four hours a day cracking cases and scouring information. well, the academy made him sound really good and all....
wufan sets a cup of coffee on the glass table with a little clink. kyungsoo murmurs a thanks before sipping on the drink. "since luhan is being a lazy bitch- he will always be, by the way, i shall brief you on what we do here normally," he says slowly, words slurring across one another and it's somewhat hard to make out his words. but kyungsoo you have high iq! you can do it!
although his face probably still looks weird because baekhyun leans over and exhales. "our wufan is transferred from the canada branch. pretty impressive," he hums.
"canada branch? what are we, fbi?"
wufan rolls his eyes and kyungsoo quickly shuts up. "we wait for special cases deemed unsolvable for the ordinary police squads. we aren't exactly involved with the capturing and the nabbing but you can, if you want," wufan shoots kyungsoo a look. kyungsoo shakes his head. "we work closely with the forensic team over there," he gestures to the other end of the huge room with one of his long arms. "actually, they might be the only people we work with." wufan blinks.
kyungsoo nods slowly.
"when there isn't anything to do, we tidy up database information for the headquarters and look up old crimes to see if anything can be cracked. if not, there's a pistol range downstairs, you can go try it out if you're interested."
jongin shoves wufan out of the way and sits on his chair. "you speak too lazily. let me do it."
"we have patrolling duty every tuesday- which is tomorrow- and we basically just walk about and look out for irregularities. wufan likes coffee and luhan likes anything sweet and baekhyun likes sour gummies and i like chocolate milk. what do you like?"
"i have no... special preference?" kyungsoo tilts his head. jongin slaps his thigh as a conclusion. "welcome to the team!"
kyungsoo reclines in his chair and smiles. this is so much more interesting than he thought it'd be.
-
"i swear jongin thinks he's a magician or something." baekhyun murmurs. kyungsoo looks up from the laptop with a puzzled gaze. "he keeps going to the fridge thinking chocolate milk will appear out of nowhere. it reminds me of those old smiley magicians who'd pull out rabbits from tall top hats." he shivers a bit. "his addiction is on the crazy level it isn't even funny."
kyungsoo chuckles. "go tidy your desk instead of observing others, hyung, it looks like a tornado came and went." baekhyun snarls but swivels about to busy himself.
jongin walks back from the pantry with a disappointed face but he throws kyungsoo a packet of cookies. "found that in the fridge."
"thanks," kyungsoo says, and he's about to enjoy the snack until the shrill ring of the company-use phone interrupts the afternoon peace. luhan picks up.
"boys, we've got work to do."
-
so someone committed suicide in their own home and left tons of notes scattered about in the house before his death. compared to his team, kyungsoo looks pitifully nervous. his fingers are shaking as one forensic team member makes their way over.
"nice to meet you, i'm chanyeol!" the ridiculously tall guy grins and extends a hand towards kyungsoo. "i'm kyungsoo," he mumbles. inwardly he wonders why chanyeol only greeted him and then wufan cracks a smile at chanyeol then oh oh oh right because kyungsoo is new.
kyungsoo then catches jongin staring, engrossed, at the table from where chanyeol walked over from. following his line of sight, kyungsoo sees a pale boy, lips pursed in concentration, squinting into the magnifying glass. oh.
"oh look, jongin has that face again." baekhyun comments casually, fingers carding through papers. "what face?" wufan asks (he still sounds bored despite trying to actually care). jongin looks over courteously with a curious smile. "that face when the pantry boy- minseok- restocks the fridge in the pantry."
"that was really offensive hyung! i don't think my chocolate milk addiction is that serious." jongin fakes a sad face but quickly shoves the topic away and smirks at the boy approaching them.
jongin quickly stands up to greet his new target (-as baekhyun called). "hi, i'm jongin, but you can call me tonight."
kyungsoo sits down awkwardly.
"kidding! i'm jongin. are you new? i've never seen you around often," he laughs sheepishly. luhan sighs.
luhan claps his hands and tells everyone they should get to the crime scene. kyungsoo steels himself when they scramble into the car and jongin still has the stupid grin on his face. he exhales on the window and writes "sehun" in a badly drawn heart and- "that's really ugly, jongin," wufan says.
jongin only shrugs but the grin just doesn't leave his face. kyungsoo presses his palm onto jongin's forehead just to make sure, and when it's of normal temperature, he stares at jongin worriedly. jongin in infatuation is scary, he concludes.
when kyungsoo steps out of the car, his pulse quickens because to be quite honest, even as a smart person like himself can get really scared too. it's his first case after all, kyungsoo tries to reason in his head. chanyeol appears out of nowhere and he squeezes kyungsoo's shoulder with a meaningful look in his eyes.
baekhyun passes kyungsoo a file and pats his back. it's nice to see baekhyun serious and actually working. "you can just confirm the victim's particulars for us later while learning how we do stuff here..." he mumbles. "oh yeah, code boy- chanyeol- he's always with us when codes are involved. morse codes, number codes and alphabet puzzles, he's really an expert in his own field. he solved almost everything we had on our hands."
kyungsoo looks at chanyeol with a newfound admiration.
"come on!"
-
13.
twenty three
sehun/luhan
this story takes place in a future far, far away from where we are now. (thg!au basically)
Sehun flops on the couch, turns on the television with freshly-baked cookies from the nice old granny living beside them in his mouth and he turns up the volume when the news starts.
“…Researchers have found old records buried deep in the earth in the middle of the prosperous city Scytherin. Historians have decoded the article to be a prediction of the Big Bang-the explosion of what was called the Earth back then to form the different sub-planets; one being ours, Exo. To protect and celebrate the discovery of this important historical artifact, the authorities in the capital of Scytherin, Altaria, has decided to reschedule the annual Hunger Games to next month. President…”
Nibbling on the cookies, Sehun barely registers the fact that the Games would start soon, again. He’s seventeen and young but his name will be included in the pool of other names for the fifth time this year-and he can’t do anything except to hope the name pulled out and announced wouldn’t be his.
Sehun grew up a curious kid, constantly asking his mother questions she could never answer, and questions beyond anyone’s league. He’d look up history books in the stuffy libraries and then indulge his Saturday afternoons reading about the old, rumored, believed facts of the Earth before it was destroyed to form the planet he was living on now.
He once read a comment about this philosopher who thought their race were aliens that came from the other end of the universe because the old humans who lived on one Earth did not behave like how they do. They didn’t craft glass with bare hands, they didn’t make sharp spears from oak trees and they certainly didn’t make diamonds glimmer with a simple breath. Sehun knows because in an ancient book, they had applauded the shine of the diamond and the tedious procedures to extract one. The philosopher ended up wanted, silenced, dead by the orders of the capital.
-
Sehun wakes up to the fresh smell of bread and the noisy bustling of people outside. His mother ushers him out and with a sudden pang in his mind, he realizes it-it’s the day of the Casting. Males were to be assembled at the district square and the usual steps happen-a representative from Altaria would come and pick up two names from the huge bowl filled with names of the young boys to matured men as Tributes for the Games.
Tributes, because when Exo was once a terrible battlefield with no regions nor drawn boundaries, the ancestors of Scytherin had won throughout the groups, emerged victorious and claimed the largest portion of the land. To remember and honor the bloodshed from thousands of years ago, two males from each of the twelve districts were chosen every year, to take part in this sick death fight and only one could come out winning, come out alive.
Through the years, the Games seem to have lost their original purpose because Altaria had advanced technology and every single detail of the happenings between the Tributes in the Games are captured on camera and broadcasted live to not only in Altaria; but in all television sets through Scytherin.
Sehun’s thoughts come to a halt when his little sister, Sohyun, pats his face and whispers “Good luck” in his ears with her rosy cheeks. He smiles back because she’s sweet, innocent, and she’s protected and will be protected if Sehun’s ever chosen.
The drums beat outside in the assembly square and his earlier thoughts resonate in his head, pounding in the same rhythm outside and he gulps because he has a bad feeling.
-
Taemin, a close friend of his, pats his back as they all gather in the square. There is a stagnant feeling of impending doom and something dark hanging stiffly in the air and Sehun blinks carefully. Under the blazing sun a woman strolls out of the huge doors of the building that only the upper-class citizens of District 12 and the people from Altaria could enter, a white umbrella slightly tainted a rosy-pink covering her face.
“Welcome, welcome.” The awfully familiar voice echoes through the district, but there is no response, despite her sunny smile. Her hair was curled in crazy angles, ends dyed a pastel pink and her eyelashes an electric shade of matching dark pink.
Victoria. The woman who comes to pick up the Tributes every year to ship them off to Altaria, ship them off to an unknown land, and if truth be told, ship them off to death.
Sehun tunes out the old, boring and identical speech made every year about the history and the purpose of the Hunger Games, and each word makes the whole thing about the Games look like propaganda, a fake incident crafted to make every citizen in Scytherin submissive to their will.
There is murmuring and a clatter when Victoria drops her umbrella in excitement, the bowl containing the many names wheeled in front of her.
Victoria unfolds the first piece of paper her fingers get in contact with.
The crowd held its breath and it was, literally, pin-drop silent.
“Oh Sehun?” She calls, slowly, once, and then repeats the name.
Sehun glances around dumbly, aware that he’s quite the only Sehun around. Taemin only looks over worriedly and Sehun gives a reassuring smile.
Trudge. Trudge. Victoria is babbling something nonsensical in excitement for Sehun and his bravery and his charm and his handsome face and the world is frozen. Trudge. Trudge. The crowd breaks into whispers and he catches a glimpse of Sohyun and his mother. He waves, and wills himself to stay calm. Trudge. Trudge.
“And here we have the first Tribute from District 12, the district of the ever so important material to all of us in Altaria, coal-Oh Sehun!” Victoria raises her right arm, along with his left arm as the square remained relatively silent. “Impatient, are we?” The woman hisses, enthusiasm slowly seeping out of her.
She leaves Sehun standing stupidly before the crowd and proceeds to draw out the cursed name of the second Tribute. She opens the paper facing the microphone, the delicate sound of the expensive paper smoothened somewhat smoothed Sehun’s confused mind.
“Lu Han. Please, step out now.” Victoria announces, and there is an unspoken sigh as invisible relief washed over the sea of people. Sehun is frowning because the name sounds familiar and when a petite figure steps out from the crowd; his breath catches in his throat.
-
14.
counterfeit
sehun/kai
nc-17
Honestly, this isn't how Sehun had planned to celebrate his first ever proper job. Chanyeol, his senior at college, had prompted (more like shoved) him to go interview for a secretary post at a renowned hotel chain, and despite his horrible stammering, someone had called him in the morning today; and lo and behold- Sehun is now a secretary.
And naturally, Chanyeol had laid out several outfits on Sehun's bed that evening (don't ask how Chanyeol has the key to Sehun's apartment- it might be that one time they were cramming over calculus with cold beer) and informed him that they're going to celebrate at some high-end club.
Chanyeol, after a few glasses of blue cocktail, is twirling around the flashy dancefloor, red face exuberant. Sehun stares on, the cold glass of vodka in his hand, and he kicks the bar counter lightly. He's bored, stuffy, a little tipsy, and he has no idea why he's sitting this out. "Hey," Chanyeol calls, stumbling over to Sehun and yanking him out of his seat, "let's go dance, Sehun. Congratulations- hic- on your first job!"
The definition of dance, according to Chanyeol, is to spin around with his ridiculously long arms flapping around him, and shamelessly shaking his non-existent hips at random people. The people around him back away, though another tall man looks pretty amused by Chanyeol's antics and Sehun could've sworn they were all over each other after the next three seconds or so. The last drops of vodka burns in the back of Sehun's throat as he sighs, and begins to retreat from the mass, the loose thread in the jeans itchy against his thigh. After downing three more glasses, he is on the verge of jumping out of his seat thanks to the tight fit of his jeans.
When he finally gets up and moves to an isolated corner near the washroom, he attempts to scratch his thigh (he's suing Chanyeol for this pair of jeans) but to no avail. Cursing, he walks into the washroom to wash his hands. He sighs and pokes at the waterproof mascara above his eyes, sulking. Celebration, his ass.
Sehun flings his hands over the sink to rid of the water and before he can walk out, a pair of strong arms push him to the cold wall and he winces. "What-" Sehun begins to protest, but the influence of alcohol is blurring his vision and he can see a very very attractive male with dark, smoldering eyes and a promising wide grin. All in all, he exudes allure from head to toe, and Sehun feels too drunk to act like he's sober- "Let me
help you with that," the stranger says, voice low and husky, deft hands quickly attaching to Sehun's hips.
The stranger glances around at the empty washroom, bites his lips and pulls Sehun into a cubicle, locking the door quickly. By now, Sehun isn't entirely sure why he isn't retaliating, refusing, why he's letting himself being manhandled by this random... hot stranger, and he should really turn around and walk away, but in the next moment the stranger's full lips are suddenly on his own, impatient. He gently squeezes Sehun's cock through the jeans and Sehun's eyes screw shut in pleasure. With this, the man pushes his tongue into Sehun's mouth, hot, heavy and rushed.
"What- what's your name," Sehun chokes out between breathy moans, and the stranger looks up and meets his eyes. "Call me Kai."
"Bullshit, you look Korean. What kind of name is /Kai/," Sehun replies, emphasizing on the name with disdain.
"Kai," Kai says, nudging Sehun to the floor on his knees, and smirks, "is the name you'll be screaming later. Where's the fun without a little suspense?"
Kai unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his jeans, slowly unzipping the fly and letting the stubborn material fall slowly to the ground, pooled around his ankles. He palms his dick slowly through the thin material of the underwear, and looks at Sehun under his thick eyelashes.
If anything, Sehun hopes he doesn't look like a kitten looking at and waiting for his bowl of cream milk right now, but he thinks he does, when Kai pulls down his boxers then.
"Come on," Kai whispers as he nudges his cock between Sehun's lips. Sehun numbly takes it into his mouth, and frowns when Kai sits uncomfortably halfway through his throat. He tries not to gag, tongue lapping awkwardly around the thick cock, but Kai moans softly and Sehun swallows (with much difficulty).
Sehun's head is pretty messed up by vodka and cocktail and the heady scent of Kai, so he obediently sucks Kai off on his knees, eyes watery and lips red when Kai thrusts in, groaning.
Kai pulls out too suddenly, his eyes large and bloodshot. Sehun tilts his head in question. "Turn around," Kai commands-
And Sehun can't remember anything else when he wakes up. Chanyeol had brought him home later, according to him, and Sehun sits cross-legged on the couch, squinting at the hastily scrawled numbers on the crumpled piece of paper he found in his pocket when he woke up.
If not for Chanyeol's loud nagging, the stinging soreness in his ass, or the strong stench of alcohol clinging on his clothes, Sehun might've dismissed it as a dream too good to be real. He wondered if he should give Kai a call, but decided against it- it's his first day at work today, and it's only an one night stand, right?
Wrong.
The nice guy- Zitao- despite his intimidating eyes- is nice and shows him around the building, and makes him a cup of coffee in his future boss's office. Zitao's in the HR department, unfortunately, but Sehun still wants to make friends with him. Zitao laughs it off and waves to Sehun when he exits the office.
The office is pretty spacious, the ceiling-to-floor windows showing a beautiful landscape of the bustling centre of the Gangnam district. The desk is a rich mahogany with a spotless glass top, with neat paper stacks and a sleek black laptop on it. The name plague reads Kim Jongin in squarish hangeul, and Sehun reads it aloud offhandedly.
And at that moment he does that, the door swings open, and Sehun stumbles backwards onto the leather seat. A man walks into the office, sighing, hands tugging lazily at his necktie, trying to remove his maroon blazer. "Oh?" He says, looking at Sehun quizzically.
"You-" Sehun stammers, finger pointing accusingly at the man.
Kai. Kim Jongin.
"Pretty boy, you're my new secretary? This is interesting," Kai- Jongin whistles lowly, hanging the blazer in a small white closet beside the window. "I thought it'd be another one of those boring ladies, you know? Bah. I guess they do realize I need something fun for my age." His eyes light up when he says fun, and Sehun shivers a little.
All morning, Jongin made Sehun run errands- minor and major- made Sehun buy coffee for him, made Sehun submit his papers to the superiors, made Sehun photocopy blueprints. Sehun sighs as he arranges the messy papers, and wonders how Jongin is dealing. Sehun isn't quite sure how to act like nothing's wrong, acting like he didn't suck his boss's dick last night.
"Oh Sehun," Jongin says, and frowns, "why didn't you call me? I was absolutely sure I left my number with you. Did you lose it? Did I not fuck you good enough?"
Sehun blushes at the last part, and his hands are sweating when he tries to rummage through the cabinet of files. "Um... I didn't think much about it? I mean, it surely didn't look like a matchmaking session. It was like one of those touch-and-go kind of thing, I guess..."
"An one night stand," Jongin spits bitterly. The tone of his flippant remark sets some kind of hope alight in Sehun- he thinks we're more than some one night stand!
Sehun hums happily on the leather couch, sorting contracts and research papers by year, and Jongin walks over slowly. For the first time this morning, Sehun notices the way Jongin did his hair. Combed up, gelled, a soft pouf curl on his forehead. It's a stark, distinct difference from his hairstyle last night- mussed, frizzy and mysterious.
"Like what you see?" Jongin smirks, an arm beside Sehun's neck, against the black leather. He leans in further, and Sehun can feel Jongin breathing against his lips. "I liked it," Jongin mutters, brushing Sehun's hair out of his bright eyes.
"Liked what?" Sehun asks, heart pounding at the insane proximity, eyes locked on Jongin's warily.
In a swift motion, Jongin's thick lips are on Sehun's again, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around Sehun's torso, tongue prying Sehun's lips open. Sehun moans helplessly against Jongin's hot lips, hands desperately grabbing for purchase on Jongin's shoulders. Jongin grinds down on Sehun's crotch, and Sehun hooks his hands behind Jongin's neck, their kisses more frantic, more needy, more sloppy. When they pull away, a string of spit connects their mouths, and Jongin leans in to peck Sehun on the lips, grinning. "I liked this."
Sehun hasn't ever had the experience of being fucked open by his boss in his boss's office, on his first day at work, no less, on a leather couch mostly used for entertaining clients, and coming on his newly bought dress shirt; but it was all kinds of amazing.
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