If you haven't read the other HoloDeck stories...you should! That said, the HoloDeck series explores sex and BDSM in a fantasy world where nothing goes wrong, and if it does, they have sci-fi level medical care available. I find that sort of thing fun and titillating. Your mileage may vary. This is a single scene Macy/Colin story. It is unabashedly sexual. If that sort of thing bothers you, skip this one.
Macy was naked but for the silk and leather color around her neck. Colin had grown so fond of these slave scenes, Macy thought irritably, that he would do well to buy her a collar to wear outside the HoloDeck. Macy forced her attention to her surroundings.
She stood in a lushly appointed bed chamber. Rich tapestries covered the walls, depicting scenes of fantastic sexual adventures. Plush carpeting covered the floor. An enormous four-poster bed dominated the room, surrounded by heavy velvet drapes and made up with silk sheets. Two chairs flanked a small table set under an enormous window.
Macy fingered the collar. A pleasure slave, then, but a pampered slave. Macy sat on one of the chairs, sinking into the rich upholstery. An open journal sat on the table. Macy checked the date out of habit and flipped through the journal. Her handwriting filled the pages with graphic details of her lord’s visits.
She squirmed in her chair, her pussy uncomfortably wet. But it was impossible to set the journal aside. She slid her fingers down to play with her clit as she read.
“This is what my little one gets up to while I’m away?” Colin appeared silently beside her. He wore only a robe, his hair wet from bathing.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” Macy leapt to her feet.
“No apologies, little one.” He kissed her, hard. One arm pulled her tight to him, his other hand slipping between them. His fingers thrust hard into her wet pussy, fucking her.
She whimpered when he pulled away, but he pushed her hard against the wall, a hand behind her head. He brushed his robe aside and thrust roughly into her.
“Is that what you wanted, little one?” he growled out as he pumped in and out of her.
“Yes, my lord. Please. Take me.” Her hips thrust against him, her back arched, her body pressed against his. She came hard and fast, her muscles clenching painfully around him.
“Now that was very naughty, little one!” Colin pulled himself away slightly, glaring at her, “The other, well, I’ll not begrudge you for how you entertain yourself when I’m away.” A hand stroked her cheek, “But this?”
“I’m sorry, my lord.” Macy took great gulping breaths, startled by the strength of her orgasm. She nestled her forehead into the hollow of his shoulder, “Are you going to punish me?”
“Yes, little one. Lean over the bed for me. Legs spread, that’s right. Stretch your hands out to the other side of the bed. Good girl, arch your back and present your naughty bottom for me. Nice.”
A heavy leather strap thudded across her bottom. Macy arched into it, giving her bottom up to him for correction. The thudding pain was somehow remote after her orgasm, sending pleasant vibrations into her pussy. Macy held her position easily, only straining to present herself more fully, to open her body to his correction.
“I don’t think this is getting through to you,” Colin tossed the heavy strap to the floor and took up a cane instead. The sharp pain shattered through Macy, bringing a cry to her lips. Her body strained, but she held her position. Colin struck rapidly and hard, hardly giving her a chance to recover between strokes. White lines appeared on her skin, then red welts.
He laid the welts on evenly, close spaced parallel lines from the fullest part of her bottom to mid-thigh. Her whimpers teased Colin’s ears and he smiled his satisfaction. He took a deep breath, rubbing the welts for a moment, letting her think he might be nearly finished.
But he drew back the cane and carelessly struck across the welts. He laid on crisscrossing stripes, seemingly willy-nilly but actually quite balanced. Her screamed echoed in the room.
He tossed the cane aside and thrust roughly into her, “Have you learned your lesson, little one?”
“Yes! Please, my lord. Please…”
“Quiet,” he ordered, fucking her hard. His hips pounded into her tender bottom. She kept her legs spread for him, her body his for the taking. He reached beneath her, taking her breasts in his hands as he rocked into her. She moaned and worked her hips against him, pushing hard, taking him deeper inside her.
He felt the muscles across her stomach clench, her breathing change. He withdrew abruptly, “Did I give you permission, little one?”
“No. My lord, no, please. I want…”
“I know what you want, little bit. Be a good girl now.” He set his erection against her bottom hole, wet from her juices. He pulled her bottom open, his hands squeezing the welts, digging into the pained flesh. She moaned, wordlessly reaching back to hold herself open for him, offering herself.
He moved his hands to her hipbones, slowly pushing into her. He gave a little sigh when he settled deep into her. Then he began a slow thrusting, in and out, fucking her bottom. His fingers reached around to her slit, teasing her. His hips pressed against the welts.
“Now, you may come,” he panted, his fingers teasing her clit. She ground against his hand, creating the sensation she needed. When she clenched up, gasping, he let her go. Her bottom spasmed around him, brining him to orgasm as well.
“Such a good girl!” Colin rolled off her regretfully. “Looks like I need another bath, will you join me?”
Giggling, Macy pushed herself off the bed and strolled into the bathroom, her hips rolling seductively at him.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
SL Party Report - Monday/Tuesday
By Monday, the party was wrapping up. It seems like Monday was a blur of goodbye hugs and promises to email, only some of which I've followed up on because I'm terrible with that. (If I owe you an email, please email me!) This was the first party that I've stayed later than all my close friends, and saying goodbye proved to be very difficult. I've decided it's far easier to leave a little early, saying goodbye to everyone at once and having your attention taken by getting to the airport, getting through security, and getting home before you have time to think about it. Saying goodbye to each of my friends, individually, and watching them leave, was really difficult.
I won't go through all the individual goodbyes. Those that I missed were nearly as hard as those I managed to hug goodbye.
I had a nice final scene with Craig. Bittersweet, though, as we may not see one another until Boardwalk Badness in April.
I also managed to catch up with R, who I had missed at two parties running. It was lovely to catch up. He gave me a "good girl" spanking. The perfect way to wind down a weekend like this. It happened to fit both needs, as we were able to talk during the spanking. We had a rather funny discussion about what any vanilla person would think, hearing us. Our typical scenes last so much longer than any imaginable "spanking" - I cannot imagine what people think we are doing. I've heard the sounds of smacking, from hotel rooms and hotel elevators, but I cannot dream what an unsuspecting vanilla might imagine.
At every party, there are a few discussions that stand out, this party was no different. Along with the "what would vanillas imagine is going on" discussion, the following stand out:
On the memorable scale, my return to the airport takes the cake. First, I must thank Dave and Stacy, who graciously agreed to take me along on their early morning ride to the airport...I'm ever so grateful that I did not have to take a cab. And they were, understandably, sleep deprived by our early departure. But the story is simply too good to pass up.
After returning their rental car, we got a luggage cart. Dave loaded their four bags onto the cart. I offered to pull my own, because it rolls and I'm used to carting it around after me. Dave insisted that it was no problem. He put it on top of the bags, then stacked his own briefcase on top. He assured me that it was his work laptop, he wouldn't let anything happen to it, so he wouldn't drop my bag. I wasn't worried about my bag...which turns out to be a good thing.
From the rental car drop off to the airport, we had to go up an escalator. Stacy and I had fallen some distance behind Dave, talking. Dave bravely pushed the baggage cart onto the escalator, ignoring the signs prohibiting such an action. You can imagine what happened at the top of the escalator. The baggage cart got stuck, finally overturning. Stacy and I tried to backstep down the escalator, but we were eventually force to tumble over our bags. (I realized after that if I had simply turned around and walked down the escalator, I could have easily escaped this craziness. But my mind doesn't function rationally in face of an impending disaster.) An innocent bystander, texting on her phone while watching us, was nearly doubled over with laughter. Luckily, we were all unhurt by the events, but I still have to decide if I should bring charges against Dave at the next CP Court. I'd have to ask him to recuse, of course...
I won't go through all the individual goodbyes. Those that I missed were nearly as hard as those I managed to hug goodbye.
I had a nice final scene with Craig. Bittersweet, though, as we may not see one another until Boardwalk Badness in April.
I also managed to catch up with R, who I had missed at two parties running. It was lovely to catch up. He gave me a "good girl" spanking. The perfect way to wind down a weekend like this. It happened to fit both needs, as we were able to talk during the spanking. We had a rather funny discussion about what any vanilla person would think, hearing us. Our typical scenes last so much longer than any imaginable "spanking" - I cannot imagine what people think we are doing. I've heard the sounds of smacking, from hotel rooms and hotel elevators, but I cannot dream what an unsuspecting vanilla might imagine.
At every party, there are a few discussions that stand out, this party was no different. Along with the "what would vanillas imagine is going on" discussion, the following stand out:
- Erica relating a story where she had impressed a top with her logic, to which she replied, "I think well off my feet." I laughed until my side hurt, because I, too, think better OFF my feet than on.
- At the SSNY suite party, I was explaining why I don't often play in truly public parties anymore. The phenomenon where people approach me and say, "Hi, my name is...would you like to play?" I'm embarrassed for these people! There are those people who can say nothing more to me than "Would you like to play?", but those are people I have played with countless times! I know that's impossible to know, but, really?
On the memorable scale, my return to the airport takes the cake. First, I must thank Dave and Stacy, who graciously agreed to take me along on their early morning ride to the airport...I'm ever so grateful that I did not have to take a cab. And they were, understandably, sleep deprived by our early departure. But the story is simply too good to pass up.
After returning their rental car, we got a luggage cart. Dave loaded their four bags onto the cart. I offered to pull my own, because it rolls and I'm used to carting it around after me. Dave insisted that it was no problem. He put it on top of the bags, then stacked his own briefcase on top. He assured me that it was his work laptop, he wouldn't let anything happen to it, so he wouldn't drop my bag. I wasn't worried about my bag...which turns out to be a good thing.
From the rental car drop off to the airport, we had to go up an escalator. Stacy and I had fallen some distance behind Dave, talking. Dave bravely pushed the baggage cart onto the escalator, ignoring the signs prohibiting such an action. You can imagine what happened at the top of the escalator. The baggage cart got stuck, finally overturning. Stacy and I tried to backstep down the escalator, but we were eventually force to tumble over our bags. (I realized after that if I had simply turned around and walked down the escalator, I could have easily escaped this craziness. But my mind doesn't function rationally in face of an impending disaster.) An innocent bystander, texting on her phone while watching us, was nearly doubled over with laughter. Luckily, we were all unhurt by the events, but I still have to decide if I should bring charges against Dave at the next CP Court. I'd have to ask him to recuse, of course...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
SL Party Report - Saturday
I have an excuse for not posting this sooner...several excuses. But let's be realistic, you don't really care - you just want to get a voyeuristic thrill from my adventures. And I'm an exhibitionist, so this works out. Enjoy!
Despite staying up too late Friday night, I woke up relatively early Saturday. Jada and I hung out in our room until we found some friends who were up for breakfast. Did I mention how glad I was to have "my" roommate? It's wonderful to have someone to enjoy the downtime at parties with, I've certainly been spoiled with that.
We must have eaten breakfast late, or lingered over breakfast, because the next thing I have written down in my notes is the SSNY suite party that afternoon. I had a great time talking to people there. To cap off the event, I met Keith Jones. The first real spanking video I saw, well before coming into the scene, starred Keith Jones and Erica Scott. Watching them on film is the reason my first party was Shadowlane. So...way cool once I got over the stuttering, star-struck part.
I left the suite party, planning to watch Craig do a fire and wax scene. I'm interested, but wanted to watch someone else first. When the demo didn't show, Craig fit in a short cane scene with me before Jada came up for her turn with fire and wax. Watching Jada and Craig do the fire and wax scene was quite interesting. I'm not sure I can stay that still, though.
After Craig had cleaned up from that scene, a group of us were sitting around his suite talking. Craig wandered over to where I was sitting on the couch, cane in hand. He dropped it against my leg. I smiled at him, thinking, I'm sitting here, wearing jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt, but I'm always up for a caning from someone I enjoy. I thought we would move to a different position, but no - an entire scene with me fully clothed, sitting on the couch, while a group of friends talked around us. And remarkably, this was one of the hottest scenes of my weekend. Craig insisted that I tell the room that I'm "a little exhibitionist." I refused, and the cane struck everywhere. I finally did mutter it, under my breath, when the conversation got loud around us, but Craig was onto that. Instead, he insisted I tell the room that I was "a fucking exhibitionist." For some reason, that was easier. Go figure! It's inexplicable, really, but it was an incredibly amazing scene.
When Jada and I had recovered from our respective scenes, we headed down to our room to prep for the Saturday night dinner. We both followed the "Mad Men" theme, more or less by accident. I think we looked quite nice, though, especially considering the limits of Jada's last-minute wardrobe and our combined inability to do anything girl-like with our hair. In fact, given those things, we looked fantastic!
I had great company for dinner. Brad, as usual, was a wonderful dinner "date". He even asked me to dance. Craig also braved my avowed inability to dance. I enjoyed conversation with L&M at the dinner table, discussing various outfits. L had great advice for shoes and accessories. Being something of a tom-boy, I missed all these lessons growing up, so I soaked it all in.
I must admit that the lack of food (somehow, I'd missed lunch) and sleep (to bed too late, awake too early) caught up with me Saturday night. I called it a night early, finally giving in to the need to sleep. Craig sweetly stopped by to make sure I was alright. Jada came to bed soon after, so I didn't feel like such a wimp...although she had the excuse of getting in so late the night before
Despite staying up too late Friday night, I woke up relatively early Saturday. Jada and I hung out in our room until we found some friends who were up for breakfast. Did I mention how glad I was to have "my" roommate? It's wonderful to have someone to enjoy the downtime at parties with, I've certainly been spoiled with that.
We must have eaten breakfast late, or lingered over breakfast, because the next thing I have written down in my notes is the SSNY suite party that afternoon. I had a great time talking to people there. To cap off the event, I met Keith Jones. The first real spanking video I saw, well before coming into the scene, starred Keith Jones and Erica Scott. Watching them on film is the reason my first party was Shadowlane. So...way cool once I got over the stuttering, star-struck part.
I left the suite party, planning to watch Craig do a fire and wax scene. I'm interested, but wanted to watch someone else first. When the demo didn't show, Craig fit in a short cane scene with me before Jada came up for her turn with fire and wax. Watching Jada and Craig do the fire and wax scene was quite interesting. I'm not sure I can stay that still, though.
After Craig had cleaned up from that scene, a group of us were sitting around his suite talking. Craig wandered over to where I was sitting on the couch, cane in hand. He dropped it against my leg. I smiled at him, thinking, I'm sitting here, wearing jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt, but I'm always up for a caning from someone I enjoy. I thought we would move to a different position, but no - an entire scene with me fully clothed, sitting on the couch, while a group of friends talked around us. And remarkably, this was one of the hottest scenes of my weekend. Craig insisted that I tell the room that I'm "a little exhibitionist." I refused, and the cane struck everywhere. I finally did mutter it, under my breath, when the conversation got loud around us, but Craig was onto that. Instead, he insisted I tell the room that I was "a fucking exhibitionist." For some reason, that was easier. Go figure! It's inexplicable, really, but it was an incredibly amazing scene.
When Jada and I had recovered from our respective scenes, we headed down to our room to prep for the Saturday night dinner. We both followed the "Mad Men" theme, more or less by accident. I think we looked quite nice, though, especially considering the limits of Jada's last-minute wardrobe and our combined inability to do anything girl-like with our hair. In fact, given those things, we looked fantastic!
I had great company for dinner. Brad, as usual, was a wonderful dinner "date". He even asked me to dance. Craig also braved my avowed inability to dance. I enjoyed conversation with L&M at the dinner table, discussing various outfits. L had great advice for shoes and accessories. Being something of a tom-boy, I missed all these lessons growing up, so I soaked it all in.
I must admit that the lack of food (somehow, I'd missed lunch) and sleep (to bed too late, awake too early) caught up with me Saturday night. I called it a night early, finally giving in to the need to sleep. Craig sweetly stopped by to make sure I was alright. Jada came to bed soon after, so I didn't feel like such a wimp...although she had the excuse of getting in so late the night before
Monday, September 13, 2010
SL Party Report - Friday
My Friday began with a bracing swim. The pool was in the shade and, therefore, entirely too cold. The hot tub was, naturally, in the sun and, therefore, entirely too hot. Not one to give up on these things easily, I swam several laps in the pool before overheating in the hot tub and heading back to my room for a shower.
I met Gia and Craig for a late breakfast at the Cafe, where we immediately set about confusing our waitress. We took places that had been vacated by others and the waitress seemed entirely bewildered that we might want to order food at a restaurant. Imagine that. We did manage to get food in a timely manner, however, despite having another couple join us a bit later. Gia performed an amazing feat of turning plain yogurt into some semblance of edibility by adding various jellies and jams. I'm still not certain the resulting concoction was edible, but she seemed to enjoy it. For myself, I picked at my fresh fruit and finished off Craig's meal (following my tradition of preferring someone else's meal to my own).
During brunch, I set up a session with M. We retreated to my room for a kinky Dean-student scene much like the one we had engaged in at FMS, which is described here. Many thanks to M for such a fun scene.
Because I had gotten up unaccountably early, I decided to take a nap. But first I sent Craig a text asking him to text me when he was free, as I knew he was playing. Unlike the day before, Craig did text me...and call me...and pound on my door. All of which I slept through. I sent him a text when I woke up and we were able to meet for a quick scene.
I met up with Mike Tanner for a roleplay scene we had planned. While away at college, his niece (me) had been strip-dancing to earn spending money. This story deserves a blog of its own, which I'll write after I finish my party reports. (Someone should remind me.) For now, suffice it to say that it was a really great scene.
After that, it was time to prepare for the Vendor's Fair. Craig and I had been discussing the scene for months, it seems, exchanging ideas and stories. I skipped the schoolgirl theme and wore my white corset, black leather shorts, and heels. Katy-Lynn stopped by to help me into the corset, but I forgot that I wouldn't be able to bend over to fasten my shoes on. I wandered down the hallway in search of help, where I was unexpectedly rescued by Erica and J, who each took a shoe. I met up with Katy-Lynn and her boyfriend, R, who had agreed to accompany me down to the ballroom. I am grateful for their company, as I did attract more than a few second glances.
Craig and I had planned a "take-down" scene, in which he would surprise me by spanking me without warning. I caught sight of him when I entered the ballroom, pacing on the far side of the room. I caught a glimpse of him later, busy at one of the booths. When he did catch me, I was caught completely off-guard. He flipped me over his knee and spanked me hard, a scene which I think caught a few people's attention. It was a great, hot scene for all it was short. Craig helped me up and gave me a hug and a kiss. I mentioned that it seemed like forever and he responded with something along the lines of "You came in the room 18 minutes ago." Details like that can really make a girl feel appreciated and noticed. Craig knows how to make a scene for me.
If I were doing it again, the only change I would make is to be certain that my escort, in this case R, was expecting it. R hadn't met Craig, didn't know about our relationship, and was more than slightly concerned. Katy-Lynn did a stellar job of both blocking the view of my breasts spilling out of my corset from one of the more obvious creepers and restraining her boyfriend at the same time. Aside from that oversight on my part, an excellent scene.
After a bit more mingling at the Vendor's Fair, Craig and I retreated to my room for the rest of our scene. On our way through the casino, a random lady stopped and asked us where a particular restaurant was located. When we admitted we had no clue, she got all flustered and said, "Oh, I thought you worked here!" Craig and I had quite a laugh over that on our way up to my room. As for the scene, it was all the things we tried on Thursday - more intense, more powerful, and so incredible it defies description. It made for an amazing scene.
We had just wrapped up the scene and finished aftercare when my roommate arrived! I was very excited to see Jada, who was only able to make it to the party at the last minute. We spent a bit of time catching up, which naturally included another spanking for Jada and I from Craig, and getting into the party spirit before heading for one of the suite parties.
Jada and I met up with a friend of hers and returned to our room for a "bedtime spanking." Before we got settled in, Craig knocked on the door in search of his toy bag, which he had left in our room. I stepped out in the hall and quickly became distracted by a conversation. Before too long, Gia came by and we wandered up to their suite, leaving Jada our room.
Craig spanked me again in his suite, a quick scene that I obviously should have taken better notes of, because it has blurred into the weekend. (Some might say I should write my party reports more quickly, but I'd ignore those nay-sayers.)
Jada joined us, bringing along Strict Dave, who had come by our room to give us "bedtime spankings". He had brought along a belt, which he played with suggestively, but I don't remember him using it that night. Instead, I got a lovely bedtime spanking and called it a night. All in all, a great official start to the party.
I met Gia and Craig for a late breakfast at the Cafe, where we immediately set about confusing our waitress. We took places that had been vacated by others and the waitress seemed entirely bewildered that we might want to order food at a restaurant. Imagine that. We did manage to get food in a timely manner, however, despite having another couple join us a bit later. Gia performed an amazing feat of turning plain yogurt into some semblance of edibility by adding various jellies and jams. I'm still not certain the resulting concoction was edible, but she seemed to enjoy it. For myself, I picked at my fresh fruit and finished off Craig's meal (following my tradition of preferring someone else's meal to my own).
During brunch, I set up a session with M. We retreated to my room for a kinky Dean-student scene much like the one we had engaged in at FMS, which is described here. Many thanks to M for such a fun scene.
Because I had gotten up unaccountably early, I decided to take a nap. But first I sent Craig a text asking him to text me when he was free, as I knew he was playing. Unlike the day before, Craig did text me...and call me...and pound on my door. All of which I slept through. I sent him a text when I woke up and we were able to meet for a quick scene.
I met up with Mike Tanner for a roleplay scene we had planned. While away at college, his niece (me) had been strip-dancing to earn spending money. This story deserves a blog of its own, which I'll write after I finish my party reports. (Someone should remind me.) For now, suffice it to say that it was a really great scene.
After that, it was time to prepare for the Vendor's Fair. Craig and I had been discussing the scene for months, it seems, exchanging ideas and stories. I skipped the schoolgirl theme and wore my white corset, black leather shorts, and heels. Katy-Lynn stopped by to help me into the corset, but I forgot that I wouldn't be able to bend over to fasten my shoes on. I wandered down the hallway in search of help, where I was unexpectedly rescued by Erica and J, who each took a shoe. I met up with Katy-Lynn and her boyfriend, R, who had agreed to accompany me down to the ballroom. I am grateful for their company, as I did attract more than a few second glances.
Craig and I had planned a "take-down" scene, in which he would surprise me by spanking me without warning. I caught sight of him when I entered the ballroom, pacing on the far side of the room. I caught a glimpse of him later, busy at one of the booths. When he did catch me, I was caught completely off-guard. He flipped me over his knee and spanked me hard, a scene which I think caught a few people's attention. It was a great, hot scene for all it was short. Craig helped me up and gave me a hug and a kiss. I mentioned that it seemed like forever and he responded with something along the lines of "You came in the room 18 minutes ago." Details like that can really make a girl feel appreciated and noticed. Craig knows how to make a scene for me.
If I were doing it again, the only change I would make is to be certain that my escort, in this case R, was expecting it. R hadn't met Craig, didn't know about our relationship, and was more than slightly concerned. Katy-Lynn did a stellar job of both blocking the view of my breasts spilling out of my corset from one of the more obvious creepers and restraining her boyfriend at the same time. Aside from that oversight on my part, an excellent scene.
After a bit more mingling at the Vendor's Fair, Craig and I retreated to my room for the rest of our scene. On our way through the casino, a random lady stopped and asked us where a particular restaurant was located. When we admitted we had no clue, she got all flustered and said, "Oh, I thought you worked here!" Craig and I had quite a laugh over that on our way up to my room. As for the scene, it was all the things we tried on Thursday - more intense, more powerful, and so incredible it defies description. It made for an amazing scene.
We had just wrapped up the scene and finished aftercare when my roommate arrived! I was very excited to see Jada, who was only able to make it to the party at the last minute. We spent a bit of time catching up, which naturally included another spanking for Jada and I from Craig, and getting into the party spirit before heading for one of the suite parties.
Jada and I met up with a friend of hers and returned to our room for a "bedtime spanking." Before we got settled in, Craig knocked on the door in search of his toy bag, which he had left in our room. I stepped out in the hall and quickly became distracted by a conversation. Before too long, Gia came by and we wandered up to their suite, leaving Jada our room.
Craig spanked me again in his suite, a quick scene that I obviously should have taken better notes of, because it has blurred into the weekend. (Some might say I should write my party reports more quickly, but I'd ignore those nay-sayers.)
Jada joined us, bringing along Strict Dave, who had come by our room to give us "bedtime spankings". He had brought along a belt, which he played with suggestively, but I don't remember him using it that night. Instead, I got a lovely bedtime spanking and called it a night. All in all, a great official start to the party.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Party Reports Coming Soon
This year's Shadowlane party was awesome! I got home today and I'm not quite up to writing my party report. But I expect to have something posted before the weekend. Check back soon!
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