Message-ID: <3141eli$9708191352@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 10 of 59 (ff/mf/Ff/Mf/inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708190041.SAA09253@shaman.lycaeum.org> alt.stories.erotic Lauren Gisal Volume Two The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Chapter 10 Four days later, Jamie returned and the girls went to the station to collect him. The train was a respectable thirty-five minutes late, and he was clearly tired from the short but arduous journey. Lauren introduced herself and was delighted that Emma beamed at Jamie all the way back to the house. He was almost the same height as Lauren, not muscular but certainly no wimp. He also had blonde hair, darker than Emma's, cut conservatively like his father's. Lauren guessed that he had yet to start shaving regularly as his face appeared smooth and still very boyish. After talking with his mother and father for a few minutes, he changed out of his trousers and shirt and joined them in the kitchen where Emma was making coffee, much to his surprise. The children talked for hours while Emma recounted the adventures of the previous week and it was clear from her tale that she had been out and done a lot more than usual. Jamie appeared impressed to the point of asking what was happening on Monday. "Your teacher is supposed to be coming, I heard" said Lauren. "He's involved in the election. He won't be here, I bet" said Jamie. "Great, we could sunbathe all week!" said Emma. "Lauren needs to get her tan going before the winter comes." "You've heard, I suppose, that's about all there is to do around here. And go swimming in the pool." said Jamie "Or go to the beach?" asked Lauren. "What for? There's the pool" replied Emma. "The beach might make a nice change. I've never swum in the sea!" "Really?" squealed Emma, looking at her incredulously. "That's weird. But you don't like to get wet, do you?" "You shower though, don't you?" asked Jamie. "Sure" said Lauren, wondering why she felt so defensive. "But you might not like us sunbathing. Sometimes we don't wear anything when there's just Jamie and me. So we don't get any tan lines" Lauren's heart thumped in her chest. To her surprise, her main concern was not the thought of seeing Emma naked but of having them both naked and where that might lead. Lauren knew that she had to understand Jamie's thoughts and counsel him about Emma's behaviour. Emma leaned forward as Lauren stood to make more coffee, chatting about the horses and the thunderstorm as Lauren poured the water. Turning to see how much sugar Jamie wanted, she glimpsed down the front of Emma's T-Shirt and once again caught sight of the tiny young nipples. Turning back without an answer, she brought her hand up and rubbed her forehead as if to restore circulation. Unsteadily, she brought the coffee across and sat, prickly heat darting across her body as she held the seat tightly. Lauren turned her attention to Jamie, looking him over discretely as she asked him questions about his friends in the area and what he had done during the summer. She liked his face, and even though he looked younger that Jim, she realised that as a family they had traveled considerably, the effect noticeable as he told her stories of previous countries they had lived in, including England and the United States. "Emma! Where are you?" shouted her mother. "Here!" "Just a minute, if you could!" Emma trudged off dejectedly to talk with her mother, and Lauren seized the moment to have a quiet chat with him. "Where do your schoolfriends live? Around here?" "No, now we have the stupid tutor we've lost touch with most of them. He does try to get all his pupils together now and then, but maybe only twice a term" "Good chance to meet girls, though, I would think!" "No, most of the kids are younger than me, more Emma's age" "Hmm, she's at an awkward age. I remember how I felt. Rebellious. I think I went out of my way to be non-conformist." "You're right. She's certainly moody, but I've seen her worse!" "She's developing. Getting ideas about boys, and sex and so on. It's difficult. We need to treat her gently." "I know. She wants to do some funny things" "Really, anything I could sort out?" "No!" he laughed, looking at Lauren and then forcing the smile off his face. "No offence, she just had some crush on me, I think. It happened earlier this summer as well as last weekend. She touched my.... you know. I didn't mind anyway." "Your willy?" said Lauren. She was impressed that she didn't feel herself blushing for once, the tone of her voice just as her mother would have used for firmness and authority. He nodded back at her, eyebrows raised at her forthright manner. "You'll just have to walk away from those sorts of situations. She'll grow out of it. I think though that you should mind. She's your sister after all." Lauren looked intently at his face and knew beyond a doubt that her lecture had not sunk in at all. He shrugged slightly as if to accept her right to an opinion while dismissing any further discussion. Gustav and Elizabeth left late on Monday morning. They had hoped to talk to Mr. Quintero but he hadn't arrived by eleven thirty, so they left the children in the hands of Lauren who promised to take them to the beach instead of having them in the house all day. Delighted, Elizabeth had waved good-bye until the car disappeared out of sight. "I'm going to change then get something to eat" said Jamie as he went back inside. The sun was almost at it's highest and it seemed a bad idea to be outside. "Lauren, are you going to sunbathe on the beach as well?" "I might do. Yes, I think I will but I'll have to get a bathing costume first in town." "Oh, I know just where" said Emma, gripping her arm. "I'll help you chose it!" After lunch, and the briefest of siestas, Lauren drove them to the town and parked, theirs the only car in the square outside the only clothing shop in Boquette. The majority of shops formed the side of the square, except for the north end where cafe tables sprawled into the road. None of the buildings had been painted in recent history, and plaster hung from the walls in a two tone effect. Thin chickens and wiry dogs ran around freely while black-shawled matriarchs guarded sleeping babies and screaming, ragged children. Grey smoke from blackened cooking drifted from cafe grills, tempting people and animals alike. Old men with stubbled chins looked up from their dominoes and watched in dismay as the children invaded. Jamie sat at one end of the tables, ordered a drink and watched the central fountain while the two girls walked into the shop. Lauren chose a couple of bikinis quickly. After all, there wouldn't be many occasions when she was going to wear them. Most of the time she could wear a T-Shirt and the bottom part if she wanted to simply stand in the pool. Something cheap would be fine. Lauren showed them to Emma who smiled and pulled her into the changing room. Lauren checked herself, foolishly realising that this wasn't quite part of the plan. She couldn't quickly buy one of them because that would be stupid. Pulling her T-Shirt off over her head, she slipped the bikini over her bra and tried it for size. "There. That's perfect. And I really like the colour. Let's go!" She put her arms into the T-Shirt and pulled it quickly over her head. "What about the bottom. Go on, try them!" Nonchalantly, Lauren pulled her jeans down with her knickers and slipped out of them both. Stepping carefully into each leg, she pulled the bikini bottoms up and checked the waist. Emma's hand darted round to her bottom. "What size are these?" she said, pulling the back down quickly. Emma had dropped to her knees and was searching like a woman possessed. "They're a size 6, I think" "Wow, you're quite thin." "They're stretchy, that's all!" And then her fingers traced the outline of the waistband. Lauren close her eyes involuntarily. Her tiny fingers! Inches away! Were they trembling? They roamed over her, so soft and warm! Lauren thought she would fall over. She battled between twisting away and remaining just a moment longer, balancing whether to condone the exploration or tell her in no uncertain terms that she was out of bounds. Emma looked up at her, smiling like an angel. Lauren thought she could have been in an advert for whipped cream, or flowers on Mother's Day, or the star of a promotion for pearly white teeth. Lauren realised, conclusively, that her actions were wholly innocent. "Hey, that tickles!" she giggled, twisting slightly as she turned her back on Emma and slipped the bikini bottoms off. She almost fell in her haste to put her knickers back on, and was already zipping her jeans back up as Emma got to her feet. "Lauren?" "Hmm?" "I'm so glad you decided to look after us. I think it's going to be really good fun!" Lauren put her arm around her shoulders as they emerged from the changing room, smiling at her. "Thank you. I'm glad to be here with such beautiful children. And in this lovely country. It's great that it's so warm here." They paid, collected Jamie and drove to the beach. The tide was out and that meant walking over the rocks before they could get to the water. "Oh well, we'll have to come back early tomorrow morning when the tide's in." said Jamie. They were home within ten minutes, the children deciding to laze by the pool while Lauren changed. Her bedroom was cool in comparison to outside, and her nipples registered their disapproval as she slipped off the T-Shirt and bra. She cupped them reassuringly, rubbing a little before she sat on the bed and snipped the price tag off the bikini bottom, noting with disappointment that the workmanship was far from perfect. With her jeans and knickers off, she wandered through to her bathroom and rinsed her face with a flannel, then slipped into the briefs and pulled them up. The fabric wasn't the world's best, but it covered everything well. The top went on next although she had to remove it a couple of times before she was happy with the straps. Once again she delighted in the way her breasts hardly moved when she took it off, and turned sideways on to the mirror to admire her profile. She had always felt apprehensive about wearing a swimming costume and found it easy to fault some part of her body, especially as she looked around the pool in Andelberg back home. Either her breasts were too small, or her legs too thin, or her hair a complete mess. Now it seemed that her milk-white skin was going to be an obvious indication that her body hadn't seen the sun for many years. She decided that she would sunbathe a little while writing a letter to Nikki, so she rolled up her pen and paper in a bath towel and slipped a T-Shirt back over herself before padding down the hallway, the marble floor wonderfully cool beneath her bare feet. "Who are you going to write to?" asked Emma, watching her as she settled into a reclining chair. Lauren felt her eyes travel the length of her legs. "Nikki. I said I would write after the first week" Lauren looked around and saw Jamie lazily backstroking across the pool. He swam well, even turning silently underwater at the end of his length. She squinted in the brilliant light, turning on to her side to escape the sun. "Want some suntan stuff?" asked Emma, holding up a bottle. "Yeah, great." She caught it and flipped the top. "Want me to do it?" asked Emma. "No, I'll be fine, thanks." replied Lauren, spreading a generous amount over her arms and the top of her legs. She did her stomach and reached round to do her back as best she could. She put the bottle down and started her letter, smiling as she thought of Nikki and how she would be lying in bed reading it. After half a page, trickles of perspiration had started to form around her temples, threatening to dribble down her face. She wiped her forehead with her arm and gazed back at the pool. Jamie was still in there, now simply floating with his eyes closed. She glanced at Emma. She was lying on her stomach, clearly with no top on. Lauren was unsure what to do. To over-react would be stupid, and many countries allowed topless bathing. And here they were in their back garden, a secluded, highly private place where nobody could see. Except Jamie. She turned back to her letter and tried to write. Nothing came until she thought again of Nikki and her smile, her sense of humour. She wrote: "It's warm here, as I sit beside the pool. The children are well behaved, and seem to spend their days either with their tutor or lazing by the pool. As you can imaging, I'm rushed off my feet. Oh yeah! And I'm allowed to drive their car. Not legally, but back and forth to the shops, that sort of thing. Perhaps I'll meet some hunky man over here, who knows." Lauren smirked. Jamie pulled himself out of the water in one smooth motion and walked over to his towel. He dried his hair and his arms and chest. Turning away from Lauren and Emma, he pulled off his swimming trunks and hung them on a hook in the sun. Lauren watched open mouthed, glancing at Emma to make sure that she didn't see. He didn't look at Lauren, just moved the towel slightly in front of his cock and walked inside. Lauren committed the image to memory. "I'm going to have a snooze. Mind the sun, won't you!" he said, sliding the patio doors closed after him. Lauren closed her eyes as prickly pin-pricks returned under her arms and somewhere near her toes. She thought of Jim, then of Jamie. Jim was bigger, but then he was much older. Jamie had looked so wholesome, fit and clean. The water dripping off his cock and balls was wonderful. Lauren realised that she hadn't made love to Jim for almost three weeks before she left, and she had been in Boquette over a week. That's enough to drive anyone crazy, she thought. Another grin spread across her lips as she sank back in the chair, recalling the last time they had made love. Her mother knew where they were going. Nobody goes up the mountain at eight o'clock at night unless it's to lay under the stars and make love. She had looked down her nose at her, that disapproving look that was so much softer than the look she received whenever she said she was staying the night at Nikki's house. Mum knew, that was sure. They had walked, hand in hand for most of the way, up through the wooded belt of the mountain, through into the clear grassy slopes, then traversed for about ten minutes until they found the little stream that originated from a small collection of rocks. The lights below flickered silently, the village split by the main road and the railway. Conscious that this was possibly their last time to make love, they treaded carefully, each anxious to allow the other the opportunity to derive maximum pleasure. She had flicked the button on his jeans early, unzipping his manhood so that she could take him in her hand and memorize his girth. His cock was slippery, warm and familiar, the skin moving easily to reveal the red knob. Jim took his time, unbuttoning her blouse slowly as he slipped his hand underneath the material and caressed her breasts. They had whispered their love for each other under the stars, shedding clothes until Lauren remained with only her knickers and socks to her credit. He had slipped on top of her, then tugged her knickers aside, slithering down her body to gently probe her sex with his tongue. She pulled him up after several minutes, determined to orgasm with him deeply embedded inside. Tugging her knickers again, he pushed his thick cock against her pussy, opening her easily. She recalled once again the pain she always felt as he entered her, his massive cock splitting her with such force that she gritted her teeth, her heart beating wildly as she held her breath and waited for him to penetrate her fully. Their rhythm began, her back itching against the coarse grass. He pumped regularly, making it easy for Lauren to join in. She brought her legs up higher, gripping him hard around the waist, thrilled with the cold air that circulated around her bottom. Timing had always been a problem for them, mainly, thought Lauren, because she concentrated on trying to minimize the pain she felt during their love making. But her orgasm that night had bubbled furiously inside, jumping around as though possessed, building steadily and reliably. She sucked her middle finger, then pushed it inside his mouth. The warmth and wetness excited her, even more so when she brought her finger round his back and sought out the crease of his buttocks. Surprising even herself, she found his anus, and pushed gently. Satisfied that he didn't find the idea revolting, she pushed again, teasing his entrance as he pumped harder and faster. She felt her orgasm gaining strength, and pushed deep inside him, making him scream with delight. His cock bulged inside her, wider than ever, strengthening his strokes, super stiff, harder and faster until she felt him pulse and flood her with jet after jet of cum. That had taken her way over the top, her pussy celebrating by trapping him with all it's might as her legs gripped his waist once again. "Do you miss her?" said a sleepy voice. The truth slowly sank in. No boyfriend (no girlfriend) no nothing. So much for the idyllic bloody lifestyle, she thought. Just a plastic brush and a half empty bottle of Baby Oil. "What? Emma, I thought you'd gone to sleep. Who?" "Your friend, Nikki" That was the night as well when she had suggested, after he had come for almost thirty seconds inside her, that he could clean her as she lay there. She had thought of it that morning, wondering what else she could do with Jim if it really was to be their last time together for many months. She spent the afternoon mentally rehearsing, trying to predict what he would say. He had slipped out of her, kissed her on the lips very tenderly, then swiveled round to lick her swollen labia. He sank to the grass, his cock inches from her face and buried himself between her hot legs. His tongue had avoided her clitoris and simply lapped around the very top of her legs. Lauren had no idea if he had swallowed any of his cum, but the feeling of having him there, cleaning her, had been the source of many a masturbatory moment afterwards. A week after had she realised that he had swung round expecting her to take his cock in her mouth. It simply hadn't occurred to her at the time. "Yeah. She seems such a long way away. We've known each other for years." 'Actually, little girl', thought Lauren, 'when I was your age she and I had made love in my bedroom.' "Get her to come out. Tell her to buy a ticket tomorrow." "She can't. She gave me lots of money. Just for emergencies so she would have to save up for ages." "How much does it cost, I've got lots in my bank!" Lauren smiled warmly. "That's OK sweety. It costs over a thousand dollars. That's a lot of money just for a holiday" Emma turned onto her back and reached behind her head, holding onto the back of the chair. She closed her eyes tight. Lauren looked at her chest, almost flat with the tiniest of nipples. She followed the graceful line from her hands, down along her arms and neck, up over her young breasts, down over her stomach and then all the way along her legs. Every inch of flesh was tanned, even where her bikini bottom had moved. Lauren also closed her eyes, the tell-tale stirring inside willing her hand to drop the pen and move down to touch, even gently, her hot vagina. God, she needed something. She forced herself off the seat and walked inside. Stopping at the fridge, she poured a glass of cold water from a pitcher, walked through into the lounge and lay back on the sofa. She closed her eyes and rested the drink on her stomach. She knew she had to calm down or the children would sense her nervousness. Deciding that some rules in her own head might be useful, she determined that Emma sunbathing topless was OK, but only when there was nobody around. Jamie should keep his trunks on all the time, but then she allowed him to hang them on the line. That was sensible, anyway. The chlorine would eat away at the material and then he'd have nothing. The cold drink worked wonders as the heat of the afternoon caught up with her. Still thinking about how to control them both, she slid a little further into the luxurious leather and allowed her legs to part as she put her feet on the little table. Her thoughts continued, and she supposed that it was OK if Emma continued her tan, since she had obviously started it while her mother and father were around. They both had, she assumed. Other permutations swept through her mind, some ludicrous, others restrictive. Each was analysed until she was happy that she had the situation under control in her own mind. She leaned up and opened her eyes. She screamed. "Whey! I didn't hear you come in!" she squealed to Jamie. "How long have you been there?" Without waiting for an answer, she looked quickly down at his waist. He had trunks on. She closed her legs, trying to recall if she had touched herself while she had been dreaming. Adjusting her bra strap, she made her excuses and left, noting a bulge in his trunks that had not been visible when she saw him outside. "I just thought I'd ask, er....." he said, watching her pass. She flew to her room and closed the door behind her, aghast at what he might have seen. She sat on her bed, the silky covers cool against her thighs, and brought up her right leg. Her fingers told her that there was definitely a wet patch between her legs, and she was certain he had noticed it. Damn, she thought, she wasn't going to be a prisoner in her own room. But there had been a bulge in his trunks, she was sure of it. Her mind was confused, not really sure what she had seen in her rush to escape. Deciding that if he had wanted to show himself to her then he would have done it by the pool when he changed, he gave him the benefit of the doubt and pulled open the door. She peered down the corridor, and slipped out of the room. She could see both the children through the lounge window, sitting by the pool, sunbathing again. Her seat was still vacant. She caught Jamie's eye as she walked back onto the patio and smiled at him as she sat back on her chair, asking for forgiveness. He smiled back instantly. She picked up her letter and pen to write again but nothing came. There was plenty of news but none of it seemed really newsworthy. Restlessly, she stood and walked to the pool, crouching down alongside Jamie to test the water with her hand. "Gosh, it's so warm!" "Too warm. It takes it's heat from the stone surrounding it, automatically. But in the summer all you want is a cool swim and it's too warm. Now though it's just right. Try it!" "I think I will." Lauren sat on the edge adjacent to the steps and dangled her feet in the water. It felt glorious. She pushed herself off for a quick paddle. She sank underwater, seeming to fall without stopping until her natural buoyancy (and thrashing arms) brought her back to the surface. She screamed loudly, the water running from her hair into her eyes. She breathed water into her lungs through her nose, coughing and retching as she flailed on the surface. "Help! Oh God, help!" Lauren knew she couldn't touch the bottom and would be falling back under soon. She saw a colourful smudge moving in front of her, and heard a splash just before she went under again. Disorientated, she opened her eyes under water and saw Jamie swimming around the back of her. Bubbles swirled and sounds became confused in the strange silence of the deep. He grabbed her chin and she felt him pull her roughly towards him as he thrust out with his feet. She continued to thrash around, unsure if Jamie was playing with her or attempting to save her from imminent drowning. Her lungs were bursting as she broke through the surface and she coughed and gasped. He pulled her to the edge, placing her hands firmly on the side of the pool, and then guided her a couple of feet to her left where she felt the steps. The first one was above waist height. Turning very carefully, she sat on the step and breathed hard, coughing and shaking her head. Her vision returned and she noticed Emma crouching above her by the edge of the pool. Jamie held her tightly as she swayed. He had a look of grave concern. "What happened? Did you dive in and hit your head on the bottom?" asked Emma. "No steps! Here, no steps!" was all Lauren could say between coughs. "Oh, that's right, they don't go far then there's a big, big drop!" said Emma. She went off to get a towel and returned. "Come on, let's get you dry." Lauren got out of the water very cautiously and sat down on the edge of the pool. Emma sat next to her, took hold of her T-Shirt and pulled up, Lauren helping as she raised her arms. Emma draped the towel around her and patted her back. Lauren noticed that Emma had removed the bottom part of her bikini and although she sat with her legs curled up against her bottom, it was obvious that she was naked. Lauren couldn't care less. She had almost died as far as she was concerned and wasn't going to make a scene. Jamie didn't appear too interested either, not even glancing in the direction of his sister. "Sit down again on the seat and get warm. That was probably a nasty shock, eh?" said Jamie, taking her arm and helping her up. Lauren sat and laid back, coughing now and then as she remembered the weird noises underwater and the sight of Jamie maneuvering around her. She cursed her luck, knowing that the night would bring crushing ear aches or some other painful reminder of her aversion to water. She looked across to Jamie. "Hey, thanks" she said quietly. He smiled, clearly delighted. That evening Jamie had the TV on in the lounge, watching the news in Spanish. Lauren joined him on the sofa. "What's happening?" "This is all about the Nationalists in the north. Looks like the government has decided that two of the candidates have been harassed by the police, so the government has sacked the police in one of the towns and brought some soldiers in to protect the candidates." "Sounds very fair to me" said Lauren. "Sure. They have the U.N monitoring the election. That's what my mum is helping to organise. It's just that the locals see it as more interference and more removal of local power. There was a report just now before you came in about how the richest ten percent own almost eighty percent of the country's property. And unemployment is rising, in all sectors except local government." "But I thought it had been like that for ages?" asked Lauren. "That's what my Dad says, but these people seem to have had enough. The rubbish collections, street cleans and those sort of people are holding a one day strike every week until the government resume negotiations." "But it's OK down here, right. That's just up in the north." "Yeah. People are happier down here because unemployment is lower." said Jamie. "Last week there was problems with some government contract. Seems like there's back- handers everywhere, but little of the money actually gets to its target." She digested the information, comparing it with difficulty to her own experience. She turned to him, smiling kindly. "Look, I just want to say thanks again for pulling me out this afternoon. And I'm sorry if I sounded abrupt when I was in here. I just thought, you know, that you'd been, er... Sorry." She looked down into her lap, avoiding his eyes. He turned to face her. "What? Watching you?" Well I was, sort of, I just wanted to know if we could cook tea together, that was all." "Oh, Jamie, I'm sorry. Of course we can." She paused, considering her lines. "It's just that where I come from it's all so different. We aren't quite as open as a family, especially in the way we dress." said Lauren. He shrugged. "Ever since we had our first nanny we've run around with almost nothing on. I guess for us it's normal. That's why if Emma is naked I don't really take much notice. I know she glances at me now and again, but she's younger than me and wants to know everything." He paused, inhaled and thought better. Lauren turned to him, prompting for his question as she raised her eyebrows. "She said again today that she wanted me to get rid of her virginity. She's so worried that she still has it at thirteen!." "Jamie, she's mixed up. You shouldn't encourage her" said Lauren sternly. "I don't encourage her, but I do think it would be lovely." "It's illegal. And what if she got pregnant. How would you explain that?" "She wouldn't get pregnant. We'd take precautions" She stared wide eyed at him. "No. Absolutely no! Do you hear?" They sat in silence, staring at the commercials. Lauren was angry and worried. His attitude was much more casual than she had thought - he could hardly be said to be a good influence on his sister. But Lauren couldn't understand where this easy-going attitude originated. Certainly not Elizabeth and Gustav. "You'll get used to her" he said. "I'm sure I will. She's a very beautiful girl." said Lauren sincerely. She smiled at him lightly. "So are you, I think" "Jamie, time to cook tea!" Twice that evening Lauren found herself thrown again into mental turmoil. The first occasion was when Emma had changed out of her bikini and into a blouse and shorts. Clearly she had no underwear on at all, and Lauren saw both her nipples and along up the legs of her shorts, on both occasions almost losing her breath at the thought of her young body and the treasures concealed beneath the pure white cotton. The second occasion was when Emma dashed out of the shower in her room and tip- toed into the spare room past the kitchen holding only a small towel in front of her. Lauren saw her cute little bottom and swayed at the thought of holding it against her. That night, Lauren realised that her feelings for both children had changed dramatically in the previous twenty-four hours. Instead of finding them promiscuous and a threat to her authority, she regarded them as innocent, young and willing to be led and taught the finer values in life. 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