Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO! (Kitayama/Fujigaya, NC-17)
Title: Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO!
Pairing: Kitayama/Fujigaya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Kitayama wants to sleep through Valentine's Day. Taipi volunteers to sleep with him.
AN: Written for the 24-Hour Valentine's Day Challenge, although that was more a way to force myself to write. Really, this is for swtjemz herself, per birthday request. I... don't think it turned out quite like you wanted. But. Erm. Yeah. *hides*
Also, in which I am too lazy to even attempt to figure out their real schedules.
Blame Kitayama for the title.
, off, a cheer goes through Kis-My-ft2's dressing room.'>
Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO!
When they are told that they will have February 14th, Valentine's Day, off, a cheer goes through Kis-My-ft2's dressing room.
The younger four immediately start making plans, chatting loudly about all the things they want to do. Yokoo grabs for his cell phone and types out a message rapid-fire, and Kitayama can only assume it's to his girlfriend. Fujigaya slides onto the couch next to Kitayama and grins.
"So, what are we doing, then?" he asks.
Kitayama eyes him with skepticism. "Fuck Valentine's Day," he declares. "I'm sleeping."
Fujigaya looks hurt. "But we always spend Valentine's day together," he pouts.
"That's because we always have work. Now we don't." Kitayama looks away so that he doesn't have to see the hurt on Fujigaya's face.
"But you can't sleep all day," Fujigaya protests.
"I can certainly test the theory," Kitayama fires back.
Fujigaya is silent for a moment, and then, "Fine."
Kitayama spins around to stare at Fujigaya in surprise. "Fine?"
"Hmm, yeah, it's fine." There's a small smile playing in the corner of Fujigaya's mouth and it makes Kitayama suspicious, but he's not going to get anything out of him now.
"...okay."
"Okay."
*****
On February 14th, Kitayama is woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. He rolls over, cursing the early hour, until he notices that his clock is displaying 1:13pm. His mother is most definitely at work then, and if the ringing is a package delivery, she'll be upset if she knows he was home and didn't answer the door. With a grunt, Kitayama grabs a t-shirt to throw on over his sweats and goes to get the door. He's a bit surprised to find Fujigaya standing on the other side, but not entirely shocked.
"What." He says, and blinks blearily at him.
Fujigaya gives him a crazy-bright grin. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
"...fuck you. You woke me up," Kitayama grouches, but he steps aside to let Fujigaya kick off his shoes in the entryway.
"That's the whole point," Fujigaya says, pushing past him.
"To wake me up?" Kitayama lets the door close behind him.
"Yes," Fujigaya says. "And to fuck me." Fujigaya knows how to work a smirk, and Kitayama's not entirely uninterested. He stares at him, a little more awake.
"I'm sorry?"
"You said you wanted to sleep all day, so I thought I'd sleep with you." Fujigaya's grin is ridiculous, but the way he's slouched against the wall is anything but. Kitayama can't help but follow the curve of his body and he knows he's caught.
"Fine," he sighs. He has to at least pretend like he's the one doing Fujigaya a favor. "Then get in my bed."
Fujigaya follows directions immediately, dropping his bag in the doorway to Kitayama's room and flopping onto the mattress as Kitayama walks up behind him.
"Tsk, you need to at least take your clothes off first," Kitayama says, amused.
Fujigaya wriggles a bit and bats his eyelashes. "I thought I'd let you do that for me."
"Lazy." But Kitayama's not really complaining and they both know it. He drops down on top of Fujigaya and crawls up to kiss him, slow and sleepy. He's definitely interested, but still not entirely awake. Getting there, though, as Fujigaya slides a hand up under his t-shirt and strokes across Kitayama's back.
Fujigaya's touch always has that ability; he can wake Kitayama up faster than anything, send fire singing through his nerves. He slides his hands up further and Kitayama can feel the heat spreading across his shoulder blades.
"Mmm, Taisuke," he murmurs against Fujigaya's mouth, and Fujigaya pulls away.
"That's Mister Fujigaya to you," he says, and Kitayama pushes him harder into the mattress with an affronted gasp.
"You beg everyone to call you by your first name, and then this?" He tries his best to hold his frown and not to laugh. "If you call me Kitayama-kun while I'm fucking you, I'm kicking you out," he threatens.
"Ooh, scary," Fujigaya grins, and Kitayama leans down to kiss the expression off his face.
He licks at Fujigaya until Fujigaya lets him in, their tongues sliding hot against each other. Fujigaya kisses like he dances, a complete and utter tease. He flicks his tongue against Kitayama's, then pulls back, drawing him in. Whenever Kitayama thinks he's re-discovered one of Fujigaya's sensitive spots, Fujigaya sucks at him, distracting him from any further exploration. Dragging his tongue along the inside of Fujigaya's lower lip finally gets him a small moan, but then his t-shirt is being tugged over his head.
"I thought I was supposed to be undressing you," Kitayama says when his head pops free. He tosses his shirt to the floor.
"Well, then what's stopping you?" Fujigaya lays back, hands loose at his side, and waits. Kitayama takes the invitation, unbuttoning Fujigaya's shirt from the top down. It doesn't reveal much, since Fujigaya is wearing a tanktop beneath it. Pushing the tanktop up his stomach, however, does reveal something interesting.
"You put it back in." Kitayama's talking about Fujigaya's navel ring.
"Well, you like it," Fujigaya says.
"I like it because you like it," Kitayama replies, but he can't tear his eyes away from the sparkle.
"Whatever makes sex better," Fujigaya says, never one to be shy.
"Mmm," Kitayama agrees, and reaches out to tug lightly on the crystal stud.
"Mmm," Fujigaya echoes. He arches into Kitayama's touch.
"Okay, enough." Kitayama pushes the tanktop the rest of the way off, tugging it over Fujigaya's head and depositing it on the floor along with his button down. Then he stretches out across Fujigaya again, close enough that he can kiss him, but leaving enough space for wandering hands. He rubs a thumb across Fujigaya's nipple until the other man is whimpering into his mouth. Kitayama rolls onto his side so that he has better access, sliding hands across Fujigaya's skin and mouthing at his neck. Fujigaya clutches at him, his whimpers becoming small cries when Kitayama moves down to lick as his other nipple. Another tug at his navel ring has him writhing in frustration.
"Mitsu," he whines, and he pushes at Kitayama's shoulders. Kitayama obliges, but only partially, moving lower to suck at his stomach, liking the feel of Fujigaya beneath him. His skin is smooth and warm, taut across the muscles that quiver from Kitayama's touch. Kitayama lets him shake for another minute or so, fiddling with the stud in his stomach, before continuing down and dragging Fujigaya's bottoms out of the way. He takes Fujigaya in with little teasing, his mouth wet around him, and Fujigaya melts into a puddle of limbs on the bed. Kitayama sucks him a few times before pulling off to smile at him.
"Good?" he asks, and Fujigaya half whispers, half moans his assent. Kitayama sucks until he's forced to hold Fujigaya's hips to the bed, then stops, ignoring any protests.
"You know," he says, clearing his throat, "you were the one who interrupted my sleep. Shouldn't you be doing more of the work?"
Fujigaya struggles to sit up, but he looks agreeable. "You want me to suck you off instead?"
Kitayama's breath catches in his throat just hearing him say it, but that's not what he meant. "Actually, no. Here." He reaches into the drawer next to his head and tosses Fujigaya his lube. "Go for it."
Fujigaya looks at the container in his hand for a moment, confused. "You don't want to do it?" he asks, looking back up.
It's something that Kitayama rather enjoys, but he thinks he might like to just watch for once, just lay back and relax as Fujigaya spreads himself open. "Nah, I'll watch. You do it."
Kitayama wiggles out of his sweats and gets comfortable against his pillow as Fujigaya positions himself further down the bed. He watches carefully as Fujigaya slides the first finger into himself, stroking his cock lightly in time to Fujigaya's shallow thrusts.
"Taisuke, are you watching?"
"Hmm?" Fujigaya looks over at him. "What?"
"Watch me," Kitayama says, touching his cock more obviously. "Imagine me inside you, already thick and hard."
He can tell that Fujigaya is following instructions well, because Fujigaya groans, watching the movement of Kitayama's hand closely and pushing another finger inside himself. "Ah, Mitsu..."
They continue like this until Fujigaya is pushing down against three of his own fingers, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below his balls, and neither of them can wait much longer.
"Come here," Kitayama demands, and Fujigaya moves to straddle him, knees on either side of Kitayama's hips. Kitayama can't see clearly, but there's a hand on his cock, and then a tight heat squeezing around him as Fujigaya sinks down slowly, his eyes squeezed shut with the feel of it. Kitayama closes his as well, focusing on sensation alone.
"Ah, Taisuke, you're... you feel really good." It's been a while since he's been with him, and Fujigaya feels better than ever. Kitayama waits for him to move, and Fujigaya starts up his own pace when he's ready. Kitayama opens his eyes to find Fujigaya staring at him, pupils wide and dark, as he rides Kitayama.
"Mitsu," he starts, then stops and bites his lip, throwing his head back with a groan.
Even just watching Fujigaya move like that would be hot, but feeling him slide up and down on his cock has Kitayama gasping for breath. When Fujigaya starts to speed up, Kitayama grabs his thighs.
"Wait, Taisuke, stop."
Fujigaya does, although the look on his face says it's not without difficulty. "What?"
"Don't go so fast. Let's... we have a lot of time. We should make it last." He pushes at Fujigaya until he lifts off, then tumbles him onto his back. Fujigaya looks amused.
"And this way is going to make it last? You never manage."
"Shut up." Kitayama whacks him lightly on the shoulder. "I definitely can." He slides back into Fujigaya, both of them crying out in relief at the renewed pressure. But Kitayama holds back, pushing in long and slow, a burning drag that's ohsogood and not enough all at the same time. As much as he wants to pound Fujigaya into the bed, there's a challenge now. He keeps the pace steady, out, in, out, in, almost painfully slow and carefully, and grits his teeth against his desperation.
It comes down to a match of wills, and Kitayama isn't above cheating. He's so close to breaking, to just fucking Fujigaya hard and fast, but he won't be the one to give in first. Fujigaya is trembling, his hands clenched tight in the bedspread, and even if his pride won't allow him to give in, Kitayama knows he can force his body to. A hand on Fujigaya's cock has him jerking his hips upwards with a shout, and he opens his eyes to glare at Kitayama even as his body pushes for more.
"Unfair," Fujigaya grits out, and Kitayama grins down at him.
"You want me to fuck you now? For real?"
Fujigaya holds his angry look for another second, until Kitayama squeezes his cock, and then he gives in, eyes rolling back as he stops fighting. "Yes, fuck, yes."
"Good." Kitayama lets go of him so that he can grab Fujigaya's hips with both hands, pulling him in to meet his thrusts as he speeds up. "Good."
"Harder," Fujigaya demands, breathless.
"Then you'd better touch yourself, 'cause I can't." Kitayama snaps his hips, pulling them tight together. If he lets go, he'll have to slow down, and neither of them wants that now.
Fujigaya manages to release his deathgrip on the covers enough to give himself a few rough strokes, and he doesn't seem to have enough air to cry out. Kitayama does it for him, leaning over him with a long groan as Fujigaya tightens around him. He fucks him as hard as he can, short and fast, and Fujigaya chokes out a coming just before he does, spurting across his stomach in long, white streaks. Kitayama slows down a bit to push him through it, gives him a brief moment to catch his breath. But he can't hold on much longer himself.
"Okay?" he asks, voice tight with the strain of waiting.
Fujigaya gives him a sated grin. "Mmm, yeah." His voice is rough and deep, contented sounding. "Go on."
Given permission, Kitayama gives in, forgetting everything but the feeling of Fujigaya surrounding him, squeezing good and tight, and Kitayama focuses on that, pounding into that heat with abandon. Better and better, the feeling builds and rushes in on him, and with a last cry he finishes, releasing himself inside Fujigaya as a wave of pleasure crashes over him all at once.
Kitayama collapses against Fujigaya's chest without care for the mess he's made, presses his nose against Fujigaya's neck and breathes him in, soap and sweat and sex. He can feel himself drifting off even as Fujigaya wraps an arm across his shoulders.
"Mitsu?" He can feel Fujigaya nuzzle into his hair.
"Mm?"
"Now you can sleep."
Kitayama chuckles. "Thanks." He lifts his head to kiss Fujigaya properly. "Happy Valentine's Day."
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Pairing: Kitayama/Fujigaya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Kitayama wants to sleep through Valentine's Day. Taipi volunteers to sleep with him.
AN: Written for the 24-Hour Valentine's Day Challenge, although that was more a way to force myself to write. Really, this is for swtjemz herself, per birthday request. I... don't think it turned out quite like you wanted. But. Erm. Yeah. *hides*
Also, in which I am too lazy to even attempt to figure out their real schedules.
Blame Kitayama for the title.
, off, a cheer goes through Kis-My-ft2's dressing room.'>
Valentine's Day, BAKAYARO!
When they are told that they will have February 14th, Valentine's Day, off, a cheer goes through Kis-My-ft2's dressing room.
The younger four immediately start making plans, chatting loudly about all the things they want to do. Yokoo grabs for his cell phone and types out a message rapid-fire, and Kitayama can only assume it's to his girlfriend. Fujigaya slides onto the couch next to Kitayama and grins.
"So, what are we doing, then?" he asks.
Kitayama eyes him with skepticism. "Fuck Valentine's Day," he declares. "I'm sleeping."
Fujigaya looks hurt. "But we always spend Valentine's day together," he pouts.
"That's because we always have work. Now we don't." Kitayama looks away so that he doesn't have to see the hurt on Fujigaya's face.
"But you can't sleep all day," Fujigaya protests.
"I can certainly test the theory," Kitayama fires back.
Fujigaya is silent for a moment, and then, "Fine."
Kitayama spins around to stare at Fujigaya in surprise. "Fine?"
"Hmm, yeah, it's fine." There's a small smile playing in the corner of Fujigaya's mouth and it makes Kitayama suspicious, but he's not going to get anything out of him now.
"...okay."
"Okay."
*****
On February 14th, Kitayama is woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. He rolls over, cursing the early hour, until he notices that his clock is displaying 1:13pm. His mother is most definitely at work then, and if the ringing is a package delivery, she'll be upset if she knows he was home and didn't answer the door. With a grunt, Kitayama grabs a t-shirt to throw on over his sweats and goes to get the door. He's a bit surprised to find Fujigaya standing on the other side, but not entirely shocked.
"What." He says, and blinks blearily at him.
Fujigaya gives him a crazy-bright grin. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
"...fuck you. You woke me up," Kitayama grouches, but he steps aside to let Fujigaya kick off his shoes in the entryway.
"That's the whole point," Fujigaya says, pushing past him.
"To wake me up?" Kitayama lets the door close behind him.
"Yes," Fujigaya says. "And to fuck me." Fujigaya knows how to work a smirk, and Kitayama's not entirely uninterested. He stares at him, a little more awake.
"I'm sorry?"
"You said you wanted to sleep all day, so I thought I'd sleep with you." Fujigaya's grin is ridiculous, but the way he's slouched against the wall is anything but. Kitayama can't help but follow the curve of his body and he knows he's caught.
"Fine," he sighs. He has to at least pretend like he's the one doing Fujigaya a favor. "Then get in my bed."
Fujigaya follows directions immediately, dropping his bag in the doorway to Kitayama's room and flopping onto the mattress as Kitayama walks up behind him.
"Tsk, you need to at least take your clothes off first," Kitayama says, amused.
Fujigaya wriggles a bit and bats his eyelashes. "I thought I'd let you do that for me."
"Lazy." But Kitayama's not really complaining and they both know it. He drops down on top of Fujigaya and crawls up to kiss him, slow and sleepy. He's definitely interested, but still not entirely awake. Getting there, though, as Fujigaya slides a hand up under his t-shirt and strokes across Kitayama's back.
Fujigaya's touch always has that ability; he can wake Kitayama up faster than anything, send fire singing through his nerves. He slides his hands up further and Kitayama can feel the heat spreading across his shoulder blades.
"Mmm, Taisuke," he murmurs against Fujigaya's mouth, and Fujigaya pulls away.
"That's Mister Fujigaya to you," he says, and Kitayama pushes him harder into the mattress with an affronted gasp.
"You beg everyone to call you by your first name, and then this?" He tries his best to hold his frown and not to laugh. "If you call me Kitayama-kun while I'm fucking you, I'm kicking you out," he threatens.
"Ooh, scary," Fujigaya grins, and Kitayama leans down to kiss the expression off his face.
He licks at Fujigaya until Fujigaya lets him in, their tongues sliding hot against each other. Fujigaya kisses like he dances, a complete and utter tease. He flicks his tongue against Kitayama's, then pulls back, drawing him in. Whenever Kitayama thinks he's re-discovered one of Fujigaya's sensitive spots, Fujigaya sucks at him, distracting him from any further exploration. Dragging his tongue along the inside of Fujigaya's lower lip finally gets him a small moan, but then his t-shirt is being tugged over his head.
"I thought I was supposed to be undressing you," Kitayama says when his head pops free. He tosses his shirt to the floor.
"Well, then what's stopping you?" Fujigaya lays back, hands loose at his side, and waits. Kitayama takes the invitation, unbuttoning Fujigaya's shirt from the top down. It doesn't reveal much, since Fujigaya is wearing a tanktop beneath it. Pushing the tanktop up his stomach, however, does reveal something interesting.
"You put it back in." Kitayama's talking about Fujigaya's navel ring.
"Well, you like it," Fujigaya says.
"I like it because you like it," Kitayama replies, but he can't tear his eyes away from the sparkle.
"Whatever makes sex better," Fujigaya says, never one to be shy.
"Mmm," Kitayama agrees, and reaches out to tug lightly on the crystal stud.
"Mmm," Fujigaya echoes. He arches into Kitayama's touch.
"Okay, enough." Kitayama pushes the tanktop the rest of the way off, tugging it over Fujigaya's head and depositing it on the floor along with his button down. Then he stretches out across Fujigaya again, close enough that he can kiss him, but leaving enough space for wandering hands. He rubs a thumb across Fujigaya's nipple until the other man is whimpering into his mouth. Kitayama rolls onto his side so that he has better access, sliding hands across Fujigaya's skin and mouthing at his neck. Fujigaya clutches at him, his whimpers becoming small cries when Kitayama moves down to lick as his other nipple. Another tug at his navel ring has him writhing in frustration.
"Mitsu," he whines, and he pushes at Kitayama's shoulders. Kitayama obliges, but only partially, moving lower to suck at his stomach, liking the feel of Fujigaya beneath him. His skin is smooth and warm, taut across the muscles that quiver from Kitayama's touch. Kitayama lets him shake for another minute or so, fiddling with the stud in his stomach, before continuing down and dragging Fujigaya's bottoms out of the way. He takes Fujigaya in with little teasing, his mouth wet around him, and Fujigaya melts into a puddle of limbs on the bed. Kitayama sucks him a few times before pulling off to smile at him.
"Good?" he asks, and Fujigaya half whispers, half moans his assent. Kitayama sucks until he's forced to hold Fujigaya's hips to the bed, then stops, ignoring any protests.
"You know," he says, clearing his throat, "you were the one who interrupted my sleep. Shouldn't you be doing more of the work?"
Fujigaya struggles to sit up, but he looks agreeable. "You want me to suck you off instead?"
Kitayama's breath catches in his throat just hearing him say it, but that's not what he meant. "Actually, no. Here." He reaches into the drawer next to his head and tosses Fujigaya his lube. "Go for it."
Fujigaya looks at the container in his hand for a moment, confused. "You don't want to do it?" he asks, looking back up.
It's something that Kitayama rather enjoys, but he thinks he might like to just watch for once, just lay back and relax as Fujigaya spreads himself open. "Nah, I'll watch. You do it."
Kitayama wiggles out of his sweats and gets comfortable against his pillow as Fujigaya positions himself further down the bed. He watches carefully as Fujigaya slides the first finger into himself, stroking his cock lightly in time to Fujigaya's shallow thrusts.
"Taisuke, are you watching?"
"Hmm?" Fujigaya looks over at him. "What?"
"Watch me," Kitayama says, touching his cock more obviously. "Imagine me inside you, already thick and hard."
He can tell that Fujigaya is following instructions well, because Fujigaya groans, watching the movement of Kitayama's hand closely and pushing another finger inside himself. "Ah, Mitsu..."
They continue like this until Fujigaya is pushing down against three of his own fingers, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below his balls, and neither of them can wait much longer.
"Come here," Kitayama demands, and Fujigaya moves to straddle him, knees on either side of Kitayama's hips. Kitayama can't see clearly, but there's a hand on his cock, and then a tight heat squeezing around him as Fujigaya sinks down slowly, his eyes squeezed shut with the feel of it. Kitayama closes his as well, focusing on sensation alone.
"Ah, Taisuke, you're... you feel really good." It's been a while since he's been with him, and Fujigaya feels better than ever. Kitayama waits for him to move, and Fujigaya starts up his own pace when he's ready. Kitayama opens his eyes to find Fujigaya staring at him, pupils wide and dark, as he rides Kitayama.
"Mitsu," he starts, then stops and bites his lip, throwing his head back with a groan.
Even just watching Fujigaya move like that would be hot, but feeling him slide up and down on his cock has Kitayama gasping for breath. When Fujigaya starts to speed up, Kitayama grabs his thighs.
"Wait, Taisuke, stop."
Fujigaya does, although the look on his face says it's not without difficulty. "What?"
"Don't go so fast. Let's... we have a lot of time. We should make it last." He pushes at Fujigaya until he lifts off, then tumbles him onto his back. Fujigaya looks amused.
"And this way is going to make it last? You never manage."
"Shut up." Kitayama whacks him lightly on the shoulder. "I definitely can." He slides back into Fujigaya, both of them crying out in relief at the renewed pressure. But Kitayama holds back, pushing in long and slow, a burning drag that's ohsogood and not enough all at the same time. As much as he wants to pound Fujigaya into the bed, there's a challenge now. He keeps the pace steady, out, in, out, in, almost painfully slow and carefully, and grits his teeth against his desperation.
It comes down to a match of wills, and Kitayama isn't above cheating. He's so close to breaking, to just fucking Fujigaya hard and fast, but he won't be the one to give in first. Fujigaya is trembling, his hands clenched tight in the bedspread, and even if his pride won't allow him to give in, Kitayama knows he can force his body to. A hand on Fujigaya's cock has him jerking his hips upwards with a shout, and he opens his eyes to glare at Kitayama even as his body pushes for more.
"Unfair," Fujigaya grits out, and Kitayama grins down at him.
"You want me to fuck you now? For real?"
Fujigaya holds his angry look for another second, until Kitayama squeezes his cock, and then he gives in, eyes rolling back as he stops fighting. "Yes, fuck, yes."
"Good." Kitayama lets go of him so that he can grab Fujigaya's hips with both hands, pulling him in to meet his thrusts as he speeds up. "Good."
"Harder," Fujigaya demands, breathless.
"Then you'd better touch yourself, 'cause I can't." Kitayama snaps his hips, pulling them tight together. If he lets go, he'll have to slow down, and neither of them wants that now.
Fujigaya manages to release his deathgrip on the covers enough to give himself a few rough strokes, and he doesn't seem to have enough air to cry out. Kitayama does it for him, leaning over him with a long groan as Fujigaya tightens around him. He fucks him as hard as he can, short and fast, and Fujigaya chokes out a coming just before he does, spurting across his stomach in long, white streaks. Kitayama slows down a bit to push him through it, gives him a brief moment to catch his breath. But he can't hold on much longer himself.
"Okay?" he asks, voice tight with the strain of waiting.
Fujigaya gives him a sated grin. "Mmm, yeah." His voice is rough and deep, contented sounding. "Go on."
Given permission, Kitayama gives in, forgetting everything but the feeling of Fujigaya surrounding him, squeezing good and tight, and Kitayama focuses on that, pounding into that heat with abandon. Better and better, the feeling builds and rushes in on him, and with a last cry he finishes, releasing himself inside Fujigaya as a wave of pleasure crashes over him all at once.
Kitayama collapses against Fujigaya's chest without care for the mess he's made, presses his nose against Fujigaya's neck and breathes him in, soap and sweat and sex. He can feel himself drifting off even as Fujigaya wraps an arm across his shoulders.
"Mitsu?" He can feel Fujigaya nuzzle into his hair.
"Mm?"
"Now you can sleep."
Kitayama chuckles. "Thanks." He lifts his head to kiss Fujigaya properly. "Happy Valentine's Day."
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