Message-ID: <21547asstr$943830603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: John3365a@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <0.c79ac8d8.2572f461@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} RP "Witchcraft" [2/2] John A (fant. train) (MF Rom, humor) Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, newsman <1st attachment, "WITCHC~2.TXT" begin> This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. If you are below the age of 18, or 21 depending on your locality, stop reading right now. If your government prohibits erotic literature, stop reading now and delete this. If you choose to continue, that is your decision -- and your responsibility -- not mine. This is intended solely for adults, and any other rebroadcast, retransmission, and account of this game is strictly prohibited by the National Hockey League. Wait --The NHL doesn't care --I care. Any unauthorized redistribution of this is in violation of copyright. I authorize this to be archived in its entirety, except in those cases where a fee is charged. Do Not Repost. ------------- This is Copyright 1999 by John3365A@aol.com. All rights reserved. ------------- Author's note: This story is based on a current fantasy train theme that was started in the ASSD discussion group. A lot of the characters are part of the discussion group and some of the bits of humor within are inside jokes, All that being said, enjoy. Comments, both positive or negative, are welcome and encouraged. My email address is John3365a@aol.com. Thanks. Witchcraft (2/2) by John A Fortunately, the alarm went off at midnight and we rose and dressed sleepily. I looked over at Samantha and realized that the dream I had been having was not borne totally out of fantasy. She was absolutely adorable, perhaps even more so with her hair all mussed after a couple of hours of sleep. Samantha went into a cabinet and retrieved a small bag from a cabinet before we crept silently out of her house. We walked along the dark deserted streets to the town square where the public stocks were. I chuckled as we passed the House of Seven Gables, realizing that it didn't look quite like I had remembered it. The gardens that were in front of it were in my time a parking lot and the field across the street was occupied in 1999 by a bank and a Dunkin' Donuts. I snickered to myself that I liked it this way better, although a strong cup of coffee sure would have helped to wake me up. Samantha led us to a secluded spot that gave us a good vantage point of the stocks and we could see a lone guard walking back and forth behind my friends, who were bent over with their heads and arms restrained. "Look at the way they have these people in stocks, this is like the fucking inquisition." "Shhh. He'll hear you." Samantha admonished quietly. "What kind of women are you, to dress like this," we could overhear him lecture. "Why, if any of you were my wife, I'd teach you a lesson in...." "Hey, flaco," Maria cut him off. "If any of us was your wife, you would have died from exhaustion years ago." "Well, tomorrow you'll learn your lesson. Harlots. Witches!" The guard took up a position behind the girls and we noticed that he was staring intently at the backsides of my three companions. "Why is that guard staring so intently at your friends? This is what I meant about all the men in town," Samantha whispered. "They all profess to be so pious, but they're all just hypocrites. Look at him stare at them. They do have lovely, um.....backsides but he seems so intent..." "Come on Samantha, you can do better than 'backside.'" "But I shouldn't...it wouldn't be proper." "Come on, you know you want to. Trust me. It'll feel good." "But..." "Come on you can do it. Remember I told you to trust me before and it felt good." "ASSES, are you happy? Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass." Samantha giggled as she freed herself from her puritanical bonds. "That felt good...although not as good as the things you were doing to me earlier." She blushed. "I told you it would -- both times." I smirked. "The question remains, why is he staring so intently, especially at the one with the ungodly short skirt?" "Actually, Allison's skirt isn't that short, women where I come from wear their skirts above the knee. That's actually fairly conservative compared to some. I guess people around here don't get to see women's legs too often. It must be a shock for him to see Allison's legs and Maria in her shorts and Virago with that leather...well...thing, that barely covers her...her..." "Ah, now you are the one who's tongue-tied. What's the matter, can't say what you want. Come on, you can do it." Her eyes sparkled brightly as she was enjoying teasing me. I was really falling for this girl, even though I knew it was impossible for her to leave this time and impossible for me to stay. Still, there was something incredibly special about her and I knew I'd miss her when it would be time to leave. That is, if we were ever going to be able to leave. "Well, I didn't want to offend you, but if you insist." It was time to turn the tables on her. "That thing barely covers her pussy... Happy?" I smirked and Samantha's cheeks invented a new shade of red. I could be a real prick when I wanted to. "But you're right, he really does seem to be staring at Allison. I wond..." I paused, struck with the realization of why Allison's backside was holding the guard's rapt attention. "Now I understand. She's not wearing panties again." "No undergarments? Surely not." "Oh yeah. She's riding the breeze." I laughed quietly. "How unseemly. Does she do this often?" "She says it happens by accident, but we're beginning to think she does it all the time. I think she secretly loves flashing herself around." "You and your friends do some things very strangely. It must be a fascinating place you come from. I wish..." Samantha looked up and stopped herself as we saw someone approaching the stocks. A short, rotund fellow exchanged a few words with the guard and soon after the guard left his post with a smile on his face, apparently pleased to have been relieved so early in his shift. "Who's that?" I asked. "That's the Reverend Chambers. He's always making speeches about the danger of sin, and how witches are trying to destroy the community," Samantha's jaw clenched in anger. "He's such a small minded man. He was the one responsible for the hangings of those two sisters. He said they were pawns of the devil. The reverend had their father convinced they were witches. They all preach piety, but they're nothing but hypocrites, trying to control the community through fear. And that Reverend Mather, so high and mighty, he's not much better than the others. He had the chance to stop this, but he chose to say nothing. Only now is he beginning to raise questions about the trials. . . . They're all a bunch of *asses*." Samantha giggled quietly, pleased at her use of her new word. The portly Reverend Chambers waddled behind the girls, staring lecherously at them as he did. "You three need to repent," he said in a booming voice. "Admit that you are witches, the Lord will look favorably on your admission." "We're not witches, why won't any of you believe us?" Virago protested. "Liar! Repent. Who else but witches would dress in such a manner as to seduce good men into your evil trap? Admit it. Admit and repent! Fornication and witchcraft; two sides of the same coin." "Hey, porky. Why don't *you* admit that you're an asshole?" Maria asked impertinently -- well, as impertinent as she could get with her hands and arms being restrained as they were. "Oh, you three are evil, indeed. You all shall be hanged in the morning and you will perish in hell." Chambers snickered sinisterly. This guy really was an asshole. He was taking obvious pleasure in the fact that the girls were going to be sentenced to death. I got the distinct impression that this sadistic bastard got off on these hangings. I wouldn't have put it past him to make up stories just to watch people rot in these stocks. When he replaced the guard on watch, I was feeling a little guilty about having to knock out a man of the cloth with Sam's powder, but now I was going to enjoy it. Hell, I was considering foregoing the powder and just hitting the fat fuck in the head with a rock instead. "Impudent wench. Look at you all, parading your backsides like the women the sailors visit in Boston. And you two on the ends, with those large breasts of yours just hanging down, attempting to bewitch good men everywhere." Then he addressed Allison. "Apparently your witchly skills aren't quite equal to that of your friends. The devil hasn't possessed your breasts as he has your companions." "Hey, weirdo, not that it's any of your business, but I'm a perky 34b," Allison replied flatly. "Oh, you're all evil. You all need to be taught a lesson." "What kind of lesson?" Virago asked warily. "You'll be sorry you ever asked that question, witch." Chambers snickered as he fished his little penis out of his pants and began stroking it with his left hand. "What's he going to do?" I started to jump up. I wasn't going to allow this little prick to rape my friends. "Wait, look at him," Samantha pointed at the reverend, who was leaning against a post behind the girls, grunting as he jacked himself off. "His...you know...is so small." She giggled. "Hey, pervert. What are you doing back there?" Maria tried in vain to turn her head to view the reverend's actions. "Are you playing with yourself? You better not get any of that stuff on Allison. She doesn't like it when it makes a mess." Crack! His right hand came down hard on Maria's bottom while his left stroked his small penis furiously. "Hey!!! What do you think you're doing asshole? I don't do pain! Pami's the one into that, and she's in England now trying to teach some king how to be a submissive." Crack! The reverend ignored Maria and brought his hand down hard onto Allison's ass. It seemed to me that he let it linger for an extra moment. "Owww! Stop that!" Allison cried. "My husband's a lawyer and if you..." Crack! The reverend's hand found Virago's backside and the sound of the blow striking the leather silenced Allison. "If I were not shackled you would see what it's like to face the wrath of a warrior. You coward." "Let that be a lesson to you three. Now silence or there's more punishment to be meted out." His hand pumped furiously over his tiny penis; he closed his eyes as he neared release. "Such a horrible man. He's supposed to be a man of the cloth. Do you have such terrible people where you come from?" she wondered. "Yes, they're called reviewers." I was seething as I witnessed the public spankings. I wanted nothing more than to run out there and snap that scrawny little reverend in two. I finally could take no more of what I was watching, and I started to get up from our concealed position. "He's just about finished. Give me the powder. You won't even have to distract him, his eyes are shut." I crept out of out hiding spot and silently approached the hypocritical prelate. Just as I neared him a little semen dribbled out of his undersized member. He grunted and I quickly closed the last three steps and emptied the contents of Samantha's bag on his head. He immediately collapsed in a heap on the ground, with dirt adhering itself to his semen covered fingers and prick. I laughed at the thought of him being discovered with his penis out of his pants and covered in dirt and come. The fat bastard was probably just going to blame witches for it anyway. "Do you ladies hang around here often?" I realized it was a bad pun, I just couldn't help myself. "John, is that you?" Allison voice was hopeful. "I'm here to rescue you," I said proudly, heroically. "I couldn't let the three of you go to trial." "Well, it's about damn time. What were you waiting for?" Virago asked somewhat angrily. "Yeah." Maria added. "Do you have any idea how painful these things are, especially for someone as shor... as not tall as me? Hurry up and get us out of these things." So much for being given the hero treatment. Samantha came up out of our concealed spot and retrieved the key from the reverend and began to unlock the stocks. "Hello." Virago said questioningly to Samantha, obviously wondering who this girl was. Samantha said hello and I proceeded to introduce her to my friends. Maria shot me a questioning look, but I pretended to ignore it. We had to get out of there fast, before anyone noticed what we had done to one of the town's leaders, and I didn't want to linger any longer than we needed to. Before we left, Samantha showed Virago where her sword was stored while Maria and Allison helped me place the good reverend in the stocks. We stepped back and laughed as we let him hang there with his pants down to his ankles. If only we could be there in the morning to witness the townspeople's reactions to their oh, so upright Reverend Samuel Chambers. "We have to get going, before anyone spots us and signals an alarm," Virago adjusted her sword in the sheath. "Good point, let's go." Maria was shaking her arms out after being in stocks for the better part of the day. We headed out of the town center toward the outskirts. We walked along the roadway without fear of detection. Salem in 1692 wasn't exactly teeming with nightlife. Hell, in 1999, Salem wasn't teeming with nightlife either. After just leaving the town limits, seemingly thinking that we had avoided detection, we kept hearing sounds coming form the woods. Every time we approached to investigate, the noises would stop. We tried to excuse the sounds as deer or squirrels rustling through the fallen leaves, but we weren't sure that we believed that. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of here. This place is giving me the creeps." I started to get a little nervous that our escape was just a little too easy. I had a real bad feeling. Maybe it was just the mutton coming up on me. After we had gotten twenty minutes or so out of town, we started to relax, confident that we had left undetected. Well, *I* started to relax; I think the girls were already at ease long before I was. I tried to convince myself that it was because they felt safe and secure with me around -- yeah, *that* was it. Samantha edged closer to me and we began walking hand in hand. Occasionally one of the other girls would eye us suspiciously, whispering something to each other, but said nothing to me. When the trail narrowed and out path became more indistinct, Samantha took the lead, guiding us easily through the dense forest. Allison was up front, talking to her, while Virago and Maria joined me in the rear. "So, what's up with the girl?" Maria asked quietly. "Jealous?" I teased. The laughter from Maria and Virago at that point would have awakened the dead. They certainly knew how to keep my ego in check. "She's just a girl who I met who decided to help us, that's it." I felt myself getting defensive. That was essentially the truth -- part of it anyway. "Oh come on, John." Virago snickered. "*What*?" I tried to feign ignorance. "She *is* very pretty," said Virago. "How old is she anyway, 21-22?" Maria chuckled derisively. "Um, something like that." I mumbled and hoped the subject would change. "Oh, she's not even 21 is she? You're too much. How old is she?" "Nineteen. Are you happy now, she's nineteen. But it's not like that. I really like her. She's very special." I tried to whisper so Samantha couldn't hear me. The two of them tittered at me. "You're pathetic. She's young enough to be your daughter." "In the mountains, maybe," I protested. She was 19, after all, and I was only 34. "What is it with you and teenagers, anyway?" Virago shook her head at me. "People are going to be confusing you with MichaelD if you keep it up." "Well, if I keep it..." "Be quiet, that was an unintentional pun, I meant 'continue'," she giggled. "There's definitely something to be said for making love with a tender, innocent virgin. She may have been inexperienced but at least she didn't bite holes in my lips like someone else did to me." "You have whining down to a science, do you know that?" Virago countered. "Can you drop that already. That whole trip on the Enterprise was screwy. How many times to I have to apologize about that? And I don't seem to remember you complaining any of the five times we did it -- so I don't want to hear any more out of you." Apparently that was the punctuation on that statement and there was nothing else to be said. I chuckled to myself but said nothing and we walked in silence as we continued tramping our way through the fields. Samantha had separated herself from Allison and came back to join me. Maria winked overtly to me as she and Virago eased forward to give us some privacy. Samantha teased me a little about a few of the things Allison was telling her about me -- there was never an unspoken thought with these women was there? I should have given Allison a spanking myself when she was in the stocks. "I like your friends a lot. They're a lot of fun to be around." Samantha clasped my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "So are you," she added sweetly with a gleam in her eye that sparkled in the light of the full moon. "I think they really like you, too. And I know I do." "So...what's going to happen now?" her voice was mouse like and she averted her eyes from mine. "Well, hopefully we can get the train back on its tracks and continue on to our destination." She looked at me strangely, not fully comprehending my words. "It's complicated." "I meant...with us?" she was hesitant and her voice was barely audible. "I'm not so naive to think that we're going to rush off and get married or anything like that -- I know you must have other women in other places -- but I'd really like to spend some more time with you. Other than the house, Tabitha and I have nothing holding us back here. Salem is not a place for free thinkers to reside. I wouldn't mind doing some traveling with you and your friends....if you'll have me." Shit! What was I going to say? What could I say? I really liked this girl and I couldn't bear hurting her, but Louie's rules were explicit. No passengers from out of time. Something about upsetting the temporal balance, or something like that. But what could I do? I had real feelings for Samantha. How could I reject her like that? "Samantha, honey. You'll probably never understand this at all, but I'm forbidden to take any passengers on the train." I sighed deeply and felt terrible. "This has nothing to do with you and it's not an excuse at all. All while we've been walking I've been trying to think of a way we could stay together. I'm forbidden to stay here and you're forbidden to come back with me. I wish there was something I could do, but the man in charge of the train made it clear about passengers. I'm sorry." Samantha's eyes reflected the deep sadness she was feeling but she tried to force a smile. "I guess I understand. You have your exciting traveling life. Why would you want to be stuck with an unsophisticated small town girl like me?" She turned away, shielding me from her tears. "Samantha. Sam, please." I stopped and reached out for her, trying raise her eyes to mine. This was not how I expected this whole thing to end up. I'm not sure how I expected it to turn out, but leaving a beautiful girl heartbroken in tears certainly wouldn't have been my choice. "You mean a lot to me. *A lot*. This isn't easy for me, I'd love for you to come with me. It just can't happen, though. It's against the rules." Of course, I wasn't exactly telling her the whole truth. I couldn't bring her back for another reason too. How would I have explained to my wife a 19-year-old girl -- or perhaps 326-year-old girl -- coming to live with us. I somehow didn't think she would want to share me with a teenaged fuckbunny -- even if Samantha was accustomed to doing a lot of housework. Still, I knew I needed to come back and see her again. What was it going to take to convince Louie to make another stop in Salem? Probably a lot. Wee green bastard. "Besides," I continued. "You have a lot to do here." "What do you mean?" "These witch trials. You have to something about them. They've gone on long enough. How many people will be persecuted before it ends?" "What can I do? I'm just a woman. I can't even address the townspeople at assembly." She said dejectedly. "You're a very strong willed woman. There's a lot that you can do. Plus, it seems as if you have a trick or two up your sleeve." I wasn't sure what her actions would do to the time line, but injustice is injustice and it had to be stopped. Louie said that our actions would change the time line, but he said nothing about the people we met, and something had to be done. We approached the clearing where the train car was located. Samantha marveled at the magnificence of the coach. This was probably the most opulent thing she'd ever seen -- even if it was lying on its side. "I suppose Wijit and Samantha's sister are both asleep. We should try to be quiet." Allison said considerately. "Wait, look in the car. Is that Tabitha's hair that's shining in the moonlight?" I pointed out. "Where?" "It was there a minute ago...there it is again. Now it's gone." I pointed out where Tabitha was bobbing her head up and down. "What's going on in there?" Samantha asked naively as Maria started to chuckle. We neared the coach and Wijit's moans were audible. We walked in, apparently just as Tabitha had finished her oral ministrations. "Tabitha! What on earth are you doing?" Samantha was shocked. Tabitha's face turned crimson. "Well, Samantha. You know how I have the ability to know what a person's deepest need is? Well, after we finished the supper I brought, it was apparent what his thoughts were consumed with. You know how empathetic I am. I had no idea what it was...but it was fun." She giggled shyly. "Amazing, guys." Wijit scrambled to pull up his pants. "That was well worth the wait, eh. Whichever great philosopher it was who said 'blowjobs are cool' was telling the truth." "Uh, Wij, I think that was Kivi." Maria pointed out. "No. I don't think so," he gave us a pensive look. "*Really*? Well, she was right." "Hey, how's your shoulder?" Allison asked. "Not too bad. A lot better since Tabitha rubbed her medicine on it. It's still a little stiff." "And when we came in, so were you." I teased. We got the introductions out of the way before we decided to call it a night. It was already 3am, so we weren't going to get many ours to sleep. And looking at the makeshift conditions we'd have to sleep in, we'd be lucky to get much sleep anyway. A squawking from the train coach's loudspeaker awakened us rudely. The sound coming from it was the unmistakable brogue of everyone's favorite leprechaun, Louie. I looked around the car as we heard the static coming from the speaker. Wijit had apparently already awakened and had gone for a walk. Maria, Virago, Allison, and Tabitha were all lying closely together, in a mass of arms and legs, while Samantha opened her eyes and snuggled closer to me. She just felt so right, lying next to me. Damn, it was going to be tough to say goodbye to her. "All right people, listen up." Louie's voice came through fairly clearly -- especially considering that he was broadcasting from another time. "We had a wee mishap, but I have everything under control now. I'll be reversing the engine and picking up cars one at a time. The whole procedure will take about two hours. Sorry for the inconvenience." Louie didn't sound very contrite. I think I even detected a little glee in his voice. I discovered that I really hate leprechauns. "What was that?" Samantha asked, unaccustomed to hearing someone's voice come out of a box. "Is that magic?" "That was the way the conductor of the train can communicate with us. No, it's not really magic, just kind of advanced. Like the way several hundred years ago everything needed to be written out long hand, and now there are printing presses that allow for the making of books and pamphlets." She just smiled, not really interested in my explanation, and snuggled closer to me. After a little while, we all decided to get up and stretch our legs in preparation for the return journey. The next hour or so just flew by and before we knew it, the end of a train was emerging from nothingness. Samantha and Tabitha were both shocked at the sight, and truth be told, it was pretty amazing to us too. "Top o' the mornin' to ye." A smiling leprechaun jumped down from the train. "It's about time. What the hell happened?" Allison asked angrily. "Now, now lassie. It was just a wee mishap. All is right now." "All isn't right, shorty," Maria was happy to be able to call someone -- anyone -- shorty. "We were scheduled to be killed this morning." "And we want to be in our regular compartments -- none of this segregation shit. We're exhausted and need to sleep." Allison whined. "But not before a nice meal -- lobster maybe. The only thing we've eaten in the last day is some disgustingly mushy porridge." "Oh, lassie. Not to worry, not to worry. You'll all soon be snuggled in your own compartments with bellies full of food and wine." Louie tried doing his best to placate us. "Yeah, well hurry up lucky, sprinkle some of your new blue diamonds over here and get this fucking train back on the tracks." I said. "The name's Louie, bucko," the leprechaun spat back. "Ever since we let that feebleminded moron appear in that freakin' cereal commercial, we wee folk get no respect." "Of course not -- how much respect do you think you're going to get if you go around calling yourselves 'Wee-Wee Folk'?" "Listen stretch," Louie was very pissed at me at this stage -- his face was actually getting greener. "I don't need any of your fancy smart-ass word twisting. I have half a mind to leave the lot o' you here." As tempting as it was to comment on his half a mind' statement, the prospect of being stuck in 1692 with the Reverends Chambers and Hale and the rest of these 17th Century McCarthyists was not very appealing at all. Louie shot me a final dirty look before he took out some green clovers -- he was such a stereotype -- and threw them at the train car. Magically -- of course -- the train coach righted itself and floated gently to the tracks, coupling itself automatically to the last car in the line. Wijit, Allison, Maria, and Virago said their goodbyes to the sisters and hopped up onto the train. I was expecting more of a difficult parting between Tabitha and Wijit, but they were vary brief in their parting. Perhaps Wijit was still exhausted from the four blowjobs he had received over the past twelve hours. Maybe there was nothing more to it that Tabitha fulfilling his need. Samantha and I moved aside, trying to avoid everyone's prying eyes. "I've been thinking about it, and I think I can do something about these trials. Someone's got to stop them, why not me?" Samantha smiled broadly. "But, I *am* going to miss you." "I'm going to miss you too, more than you realize. But there's not much we can do is there? I'd like to say I'll come back to visit at some point, but I don't want to make a promise I can't keep." I leaned in for a kiss and Samantha's lips met mine tenderly. As we were breaking the kiss, Samantha sucked my lower lip into her mouth and bit down gently on it. Then she lightly compressed it between her lips and traced her tongue over it before releasing it and giggling. "I can certainly see the appeal of this lip biting thing that Virago seems to like to do," she grinned impishly as I looked dumbfoundedly at her. "Oh, I heard everything you said. I think you're special too." She giggled. I smiled warmly and gave her hands a final squeeze and turned away and boarded the train. I waved as the train started to phase out of her time; my last vision was of Samantha blowing me a kiss. Epilogue "Hey John, why are you so happy?" Pami asked me as we passed each other in one of the refreshment cars. "She did it!" "Who did you just sleep with now?" she rolled her eyes at me. "You know, John, you're not the only one getting it. This train has been one non stop orgy ever since we got on." "And it will be until we all get off." She laughed at my double entendre. "But that's not what I'm talking about. Do you remember the girl I told you about? Samantha?" "Yes, you mentioned something about her. Why?" "Well, I just went into Denny's..." "There's a Denny's on this train? What did you eat?" "Denny Wheeler, the *editor*." I shook my head at her. "Anyway, I just went into his compartment to look in one of his encyclopedias." "I though he just had dictionaries." Pami said. "Oh no. He's an editor, he's got every type of reference book in there. I think he even has the Guinness book of World Records and some book with all sorts of obscure quotes in it." "Does this story have a point?" she was twirling her handcuffs impatiently. "Yeah, hold on. What's the rush anyway? A submissive isn't actually going to get mad at you, he'll probably think he deserves your tardiness...Anyway, like I was saying, I just looked in the encyclopedia and Samantha changed it." "Changed *what*?" "The witch trials. When I learned about them in school, we were taught that they lasted over five years and there were over 600 people sentenced to death. Well, when I just checked, the encyclopedia said..." "You mean read," she corrected. "The encyclopedia couldn't have *said* anything." "Ok. Whatever." That's what we needed, another editor. "Anyway, the encyclopedia *read* that the trials lasted only seven months and fewer than thirty people were put to death. I'm just so proud of her." "That's terrific." She smiled then furrowed her brow. "So...do you think that any other history was changed?" I hadn't thought of that. "Well, maybe some small stuff. Probably nothing major." I shrugged. "It's not like were going to get off the train and find out that Bob Dole is no longer the president or anything like that." END ---------------- This is Copyright 1999 by John3365A@aol.com. All rights reserved. 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