Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:50:30 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Lunch Counter Lust

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			    Lunch Counter Lust
				    One

	I'd been running late all day, and I left the last meeting of the
morning with a new contract.  Business had been awful these last several
months, but this new deal was going to go a long way in keeping our company
in business.  I did a little dance in the elevator on my way out, knowing
that my staff would be thrilled at our success.
	My stomach was rumbling, and I realized I was way overdue for
lunch.  I was in a part of town that I usually only came to on my way to
the gym, but there was a small mom and pop cafe nearby that had great deli
sandwiches.  They had great breakfasts and I stopped by a lot after my
workouts.  Soon, I pulled up to the little cafe and strolled inside, my
mouth already watering for a pastrami on rye, with some warm German potato
salad.
	The place was packed, and all the booths were taken, and the
counter was nearly full.  I took the last empty chair at the counter, and
Rich, the owner, quickly took my order.  He always remembered my name, and,
when the morning crowd thinned, he'd sit down and have coffee with me, and
we'd end up talking for the rest of the morning.  Today, he gave me a big
grin, and filled up a large mug of his good dark roast coffee.
	I finally took a deep breath, and relaxed, the frenzy of the
morning now over, and the financial tensions of the last few months
beginning to finally work their way out of my shoulders.  I savored the
hot, aromatic coffee, which hit my empty belly with a jolt, the caffeine
rushing into my brain.
	"Excuse me, are you going to read the paper?" a deep voice next to
me asked.
	I turned, noticing for the first time a muscular man sitting next
to me, wearing a tank top, his thick, well-shaped shoulders and arms
propped up on the counter, his meaty hands nearly hiding his coffee mug.
Curls of thick hair sprouted out of his shirt, which tightly outlined his
firm pecs.  Thick nipples poked through the thin material, accenting his
meaty chest.
	I followed the contours of his thin shirt down over his lean belly
into the well-worn crotch of his jeans, and noticed an amble bulge below
his belt.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on this lean, good looking man, as
I looked into his blue eyes, quickly noticing his thick moustache and
bristly, unshaven jaw and cheeks.
	My cock twitched at the sight of this burly man, the contours of
his thick, bare arms and the nest of hair curling out of the thin, clinging
shirt giving life to my ever-present fantasies of making love to a strong,
hairy man.  This guy seemed to walk out of last night's wet dream, a bolt
of lust rising out of my balls as I took in the sight of my lunch counter
companion.
	"Oh, no, I'm not," I replied.
	I looked down at the paper that someone had left on the counter.
The daily business section looked back up at me, the headlines screaming
more bad news.
	"I don't need to read that kind of news.  There's too much of that
stuff anyway," I added.
	"Yeah, I agree.  It's been a rough couple of months for all of us,"
the man answered, his deep voice rising from his thick chest.  "Maybe I
don't need to read that stuff, anyway.  I already know how bad it's
getting."
	We talked a bit, and I learned that he was an iron worker, who just
got laid off.  He'd just picked up his last paycheck, and had stopped at
the cafe' to get a bite, before heading downtown to the unemployment
office.
	As we chatted, my eyes took in more of this manly beauty.  With
each movement of his hands, his biceps flexed, and cords of strong muscles
rippled under the hairs of his tanned arms.  I caught glimpses of the moist
curls of hair filling his armpits, and I could catch whiffs of his clean,
fresh sweat that glistened on the hairs in his pits and dampened his shirt,
making the cloth a bit more transparent, so I could see the thickness of
his curly dark hair underneath.
	My horny mind dreamed of slipping off his shirt, and fondling his
nipples, running my fingers through the damp hair, and tugging on the end
of his belt, as I would start to pull down his pants ...
	He had paused in midsentence, noticing that my mind had drifted.
	"You seem a little distracted, partner," he said.
	"Oh, I'm sorry.  I've had quite a day," I replied, bringing my mind
back from the pleasant task of stripping him naked on the spot, and
swallowing his cock as the rest of the lunch crowd looked on.
	"It's been a hectic week, but I just scored a big contract for my
company, and we're going to be able to stay in business now," I said.  "I'm
sorry.  I drifted away."
	"Oh, that's alright. I haven't been myself either, lately," he
said.  "First time I've been laid off in about ten years, and I'm not used
to having a day with nothing to do."
	"By the way, my name's Mike," he added, shoving his strong,
calloused hand into mine, and giving me a firm shake.
	"My name's Jake," I said, gripping his hand in return.  "Pleased to
meet you."
	"Same here," Mike replied.  "I'm not usually very talkative around
people, but you seem like a real friendly guy.
						Two
        Looks like a booth's opened up.  Want to grab it and get a little
more room while we eat our lunch?"
	"Sure, Mike.  Sounds like a plan," I replied.  "I don't think we
need to take the paper with us, though."
	"No, I don't think so.  That's old news, anyway, and I'm ready to
make some new stories today," Mike added, as he grabbed his mug and we
moved to the booth.
	Rich followed on our heels, bringing big plates with our sandwiches
and a refill on our coffee.
       It was pretty warm in the cafe, and I slipped off my suit coat.  I'd
dressed up in my best suit and starched shirt, and my favorite silk tie,
trying to make a good impression this morning at my presentation.  It felt
good to be rid of the coat, as my shirt was damp with sweat, both from this
morning's nerves and the heat of the day.  Well, and my lust warming me up
a bit, at the sight of this strong hairy guy.
	"You boys have a good lunch," Rich said.  "Take your time.  You
boys have a lot in common," he said, turning to me, giving me a big wink.
	We ate our sandwiches, interspersed with talk about the economy,
and then, soon, we found out we both worked out at the same gym.  I asked
Mike how he kept so trim, and had such a well-developed body.  He mentioned
a vitamin supplement he took religiously, and it seemed to make a
difference.  He had less craving for sweets and fats, and his workouts
produced more results.
	"Of course, I was pretty active at the factory.  Moving iron around
and welding a lot of steel every day keeps you in shape, too," he laughed,
as he flexed one arm, showing off his well-developed biceps.
	"Well, I'm impressed, Mike," I replied.  "I need something like
that in my routine.  I'm usually chained to a desk, so I need the gym to
keep the pounds from piling on."
	Just then, my cell phone rang.  It was my secretary.  I took the
call, as Mike took another bite of his sandwich and Rich stopped by to
refill our mugs with another round of his good coffee.  My secretary had
good news - the company I'd made my presentation to that morning had just
faxed over a bid for six months of work for us.  I could hear the rest of
the office crew cheering and laughing in the background.
	"We've taken a vote here, Jake.  Take the rest of the day off, for
a job well done this morning," she said, as she ended the call to the sound
of a loud cheer in the background.
	"Seems like I get the rest of the day off," I said to Mike.  "My
presentation this morning went so well that my company just got a contract
for six months of production."
	"Well done, Jake.  I've got the rest of the day off, too, thanks to
the economy.  Why don't you come on over to my place," Mike said.  "I live
just a few blocks away, and I'll give you some of those supplements, and we
can head to the gym.  I'll show you some of my workout tricks."
	"I don't want to impose, Mike, but I would like to see how you keep
in such fantastic shape," I replied.
	We finished our lunch, and another cup of Rich's good coffee, and
talked about what we liked to do in our spare time, besides working out.
We found out we both liked to fish, and be serious nature photographers.
We even had the same model of a mid-priced professional quality digital
camera.  Mike wanted to show me some of his latest photos from his hike
last weekend up in the mountains.
	As we talked, my mind kept imagining what Mike looked like without
his shirt, and without his pants.  My cock stirred at the thought of slowly
slipping off his jeans and fondling his balls with my hands.  Mike finally
caught my eye.
	"You're wandering off again, Jake," he said.  "Why don't we go back
to my place now, and I bet you wouldn't turn down a cold beer.  Maybe even
loosen that fancy tie of yours."
	The mention of a cold beer caught my attention, as I was beginning
to realize that I was done with work for the day, even the week.  It was
Friday, I realized.
	I grabbed the check out of Rich's hands, and told Mike lunch was on
me, to celebrate our meeting each other and my good luck with the morning's
presentation.  Mike had walked over to the cafe, so he jumped in my car and
directed me to his place.
						Three
	It was a nice ranch style house at the end of a cul-de-sac.  The
yard was immaculate and there looked to be a large back yard behind a tall
fence.
	"I've had plenty of time lately for yard work," Mike said, as he
unlocked the door.  "Not much else to do at home these days, and I enjoy
being outside, anyway."
	I followed Mike inside to the family room, where Mike said that he
kept his photos.  He stopped in the kitchen to get a couple of beers from
the fridge, and handed me a cold one as he steered me to a large photo
album on the counter between the family room and the kitchen.  Mike peered
over my shoulder as I looked at dozens of beautifully composed photos of
mountains, waterfalls, and close-ups of eagles and hawks.  It was obvious
he was a gifted photographer and artist.
	As we looked through the photos, with Mike describing the
photographic techniques, I could feel the nearness of his body, his arm
around my back, his breath warm on my face.  I could smell his manly aroma
rising from his bare armpits, and the heat from his muscular shoulders and
chest.  He was so close, so near and my cock went into overdrive, my balls
rising at the thought of his nearby cock and balls, close enough to fondle
with my fingers.
	I felt Mike's hand move to my shoulder, and gently push me around a
bit, so that we were face to face, his whiskery jaw just a foot away.
	"Time for you to get comfortable, Jake," Mike whispered.  "You're'
still tied up in that tie, and its time you relaxed a bit."
	He took hold of the knot on my tie, his meaty, calloused hands
rubbing against my throat, sliding against the stubble of my whiskers on my
neck, as he tugged at and loosened the knot, and unbuttoned the top button
of my collar.  Slowly, he tugged at the thinnest part of my tie, still
tight under my collar, and slowly slid the tie out of my shirt and tossed
it on the counter.  He moved closer, and began to unbutton the next button
on my starched dress shirt, a finger reaching under the cloth, and stroking
the curls of my chest.  His fingers were warm, soft to the touch, as one
button and then another were opened.
	Time seemed to stop, as one button after another of my shirt was
opened by this warm, sweaty strong man, who a few minutes ago was talking
with me about lens apertures and filters, and now was silently stripping me
of my shirt, fondling the hair on my chest, and rubbing his fingers through
my damp hair covering my chest.  Another finger soon was rubbing my nipple,
bringing the soft skin to stiffness, then pulling and pinching the tender
skin, sending jolts of lustful pleasure down to my balls and my now growing
cock.  Its damp head pushed against my shorts, tight against my suit pants.
	Mike's thick moustache rubbed against my own moustache, his lips
finding mine, as he softly kissed me, bringing me close to him, the sweat
from my own armpits now heavy in my nostrils, mixing with Mike's smells, my
overloaded brain now mixing fantasy and the reality of having this muscle
man stripping me of my shirt, intent on having his way with me, and me, now
lustfully wanting him in my arms, naked, hairy, his sweat slippery in my
fingers.
	I reached around him, grabbing onto the cloth of his tank top,
where it was bunched in by his belt, and lifted the ends of his shirt up,
out of his belt, and sliding across his belly and back, rising higher,
until the cloth pulled damply away from his furry chest, up across the
thick, damp hairs of his armpits, until the shirt pulled free from his
hard, massive arms.  I pushed into his now naked chest, feeling the coarse
hairs of his chest push against the hair in the middle of my chest, exposed
now with my shirt opened.  Some of his bristly fur poked into what was left
of my shirt still covering my own damp chest.
	I kissed Mike back hard, my tongue pushing through his lips, until
my tongue probed deep into his wet mouth, feeling the hard wetness of his
tongue, tasting him, feeling his hot wet opening, feeling him suck hard
against my tongue, pulling me deep inside of him.  I felt his whiskery face
brush against my own cheeks, and into my goatee.  He smelled good, a bit
musty, rich.
	Mike's hands came up around my shoulders, and slowly stripped my
shirt off of my shoulders, his hands caressing and probing the skin of my
now naked shoulders, exploring my own wet armpits, and the fur across my
chest and down my belly, until his hands were on my belt, pulling urgently
on the buckle and the end of my belt, loosening the buckle, until his hands
began to slowly unzip my suit pants.
	His fingers lingered on the zipper, as one hand groped my balls,
cupping them tightly through the wool fabric, as the other hand slowly
pulled down the zipper, and probed inside of the material, finding my hard
cock pushing from the inside, struggling to free itself, struggling to find
the warm fingers of my new lover.
	My lunch partner, now my lover, slowly ran a finger around the rim
of my cockhead, feeling every fold, every part of the now wet rim, and ran
lightly over my piss slit, rubbing my newly risen juices around the
cockhead, igniting every nerve in my cock with my newly aroused sexual
fire.  Blood pulsed into my cock, filling me with hot blood, until my cock
skin was stretched tight around the shaft, my foreskin now pushed back,
exposing my nerves to Mike's slow caresses and fondlings.
	My balls rose in their hairy sack, held firm by Mike's other hand,
the wool fabric keeping me distant from the urgent gropings of his hand, as
he held my jewels firmly, whispering his need to take me, as his lips
nipped at my earlobe, as his tongue ran roughly through the stubble of my
jaw, as his lips rubbed against my chin whiskers, soaking my goatee in his
saliva.
	In an instant, my suit pants were piled around my feet, his hands
now pulling down my shorts, my cock caught on the band of my shorts,
soaking them with my seeping juices, his fingers slowing to explore the
thick hair surrounding my balls.  With a yank, my shorts joined the pile of
wool at my feet, and Mike knelt down to pull off my shoes, my socks, and my
pants and shorts, until I was stripped naked before this shirtless, hairy
body builder, the front of his jeans filled with his own urgent, hard
manhood.
	Mike groped me again, finding my balls rising high in their hairy
sack, my cock pointing upward, urgent, needy.
	I reached for Mike's belt, ready now to strip him of his jeans,
wanting to feel his hard, naked cock in my hands, then my mouth, and up my
ass, my desire now sending my heart into a strong, lustful beat inside of
my chest.
						Four
	"Not yet, Jake," Mike whispered, still cupping my balls in his
large hand.  "You've got the rest of the day off and I'm thinking we should
spend the weekend together, and really get to know each other.  Besides, I
want to photograph you, just as you are, before we make love.  I want to
capture your lust, before I fuck your ass."
	I nodded, my cock still aimed at my chin.  Mike took my hand and
took me into a back bedroom, where he had set up a series of lights, his
camera mounted on a large tripod.
	"Pose for me, Jake.  I want to take in all of your manly energy,
your rugged beauty.  You have a gorgeous body," he added, as he helped me
step onto a small platform.
	Soon, he talked me through a long series of shots, the light
bouncing off of the ceiling and several screens, as he took a series of
full body shots and close-ups.  As he worked, he explained the various
settings and shutter speeds, and we soon were lost in a discussion of
photography, and I nearly forgot I was standing here naked, my cock raging
hard, as Mike clicked away.
	He had stripped off his jeans while I was distracted by the lights,
and I looked over at him, busily focusing on a close up shot of my chest
and shoulders, his thick cock bouncing hard above his large balls, a thick
matt of hair covering his groin and marching up his trim belly and massive
chest.  He worked quickly, intent on his work, as if he had forgotten the
intimacy of his fingers on my balls and cock just a few minutes ago.
	Mike turned a bit, grabbing another filter, and I caught a long
glimpse of his bare ass, muscular, lean, the crack defined by a line of
black hair that ran up into his back and blended into a dusting of hair
across his muscular shoulders.
	"Lord, you are so beautiful, Jake," Mike said. "I'm really getting
some great shots of you."
	I blushed a bit, not used to someone admiring my body, let alone
taking photos of me, bare assed, with a raging hard on, especially when the
photographer was standing not ten feet away, bare assed, with his hard cock
poking up, a bit of pre-cum dripping down, making a thin threat, as it
dripped into the thick hair covering his balls.
	"Oh, that's great.  Yeah," Mike whispered, as he zoomed in with his
lens, focusing on my face.  "This is really working, Jake.  I'm getting
some great shots."
	Mike clicked off the lights, and handed me my half-drunk beer.
	"Here's to some great pics, Jake," he said, clinking our bottles
together.  "Now, it's time for the main event."
						Five
	The cold beer felt good going down my throat, as I stood next to
this naked bear of a man, as I admired the swirls of thick hair cascading
down his chest onto his rippled belly.  He was so relaxed about his own
nakedness, his own lust, and even though we had only known each other for
barely an hour, I felt at ease, comfortable with becoming his lover.
	I drained the rest of the bottle, and Mike took me in his hard,
muscular arms, his strength hard against me, his cock pushing stiffly
against my own hard manhood, as he softly kissed me again.
	"It's time to take me to bed now, Jake," Mike whispered, as he
playfully thrust his hips into me.  "I want you so bad right now."
	He led me down the hall, to his bedroom, a massive king sized bed
with large rough hewn bed posts.  A large sliding glass door looked out
into the back yard, a hot tub just off to the side of the door, and a
waterfall splashed at the far end of the yard.  The afternoon sun shined
brightly into the room, as Mike took me in his arms again, kissing me
deeply, his hands digging hard into my butt cheeks.
	The naked iron worker pushed me gently back onto the bed, his
strong torso now over me, as he once again kissed me deep, his tongue
pushing my lips open, as he sucked and fondled my tongue with his tongue,
his strong arms now on each side of me.  I reached up to grasp his large
biceps, feeling their firmness, their strength.  My fingers explored his
furry armpits, feeling the wetness of his sweat, the thick wet curls of his
forested pits coarse against my fingertips.
	I brushed and caressed his now hard nipples, feeling their
tenderness, their heat, as I pulled and stroked the hard tips of the
sensitive skin, as Mike moaned and sighed, responding to my attention to
his horny body.  His chest hair was damp, coarse, as I ran my fingers
through his fur, feeling the softness of his skin and the hard, chiseled
pecs of my lover.
	I wanted him badly.  My cock ached, begging for release, and I was
overcome with my need to have this hairy bear of a man thrust his hard cock
deep into my ass, filling me with his lusty power, taking me as I opened up
for him to possess me with his hard strength.  I wanted to hold his hairy
chest hard against my own sweaty, hard chest, feeling his thick pelt of
hair rub wetly against me, as his hips pummeled against my ass, pushing his
hard manhood deep inside of me, again and again, until his balls erupted
deep inside of me, drenching me with his manly fire hose of his jism.  I
wanted to hear his moans and his gasps, as his orgasm build deep inside of
him, pushing against his balls, feeling his cock erupt inside of me as he
panted my name, emptying his load.
	He pulled back off of me, and reached over to the night table,
grabbing a condom, ripping open the packet with this teeth.
	"Here, put this on me, Jake.  I want you now, and I'm going to take
you," Mike said, his eyes now filled with lust, eagerness.  His hard cock
oozed in my hand, his juices oozing out of his piss slit with every beat of
his heart.
	My hands trembled, as I took the lube-coated latex from the packet,
and hurriedly unfolded it over his thick, juicy cockhead, rolling his
foreskin down below the corona of his cockhead, until the round bunch of
rubber was nearly unfolded, until it pushed into the thick matt of hair
curled at the base of his throbbing sword.  I pulled against his butt
cheeks, pulling him towards my hole, and felt his strength of his hard ass
as he began to thrust and move against me.
	Entering me, he slowly slid deep into me, stretching my butt hole
and filling my chute with his thick, hot piston, his cockhead pushing past
my prostate, sending yet another gush of my own pre-cum out of my cockhead.
Mike moved up, fully taking me, now deep in my ass, his hard, hairy belly
and his bush of thick, coarse pubes smothering my cock, pushing my balls up
against the root of my manhood, as he began to thrust and push into me.
	With each thrust of his hard, muscles hips, his hot, wet skin and
thick hair rubbed against my own cock, sending me closer to my own climax,
as Mike quickly found his rhythm inside of me, his balls slapping against
my ass cheeks, a steady beat, the only sound in the room now, except for
the grunts and soft pantings of the two naked men, making love.
	My nostrils filled with the spicy smells of Mike's wet armpits,
becoming riper, stronger, fueled by his heat and his lust, as he pounded
away inside of me.  My own armpits now drenched my thick fur, and my chest
was soaked with our combined sweat, as I thrust up against Mike with each
of his own thrusts, our hips finding their natural rhythm with each other.
My hands gripped hard into Mike's biceps, my own climax coming closer, the
tension in me building to the boiling point, as Mike's stroking of my own
cock brought me to my own point of no return.
	Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed as Mike pounded away
above me, drenching both of us in our lusty sweat, the slaps of hairy wet
balls and sweaty muscled arms and chests, and crotches thrashed and tore
into each other, our gasps turning to grunting and loud moans and cries,
our balls now high against our cocks, as our cum pushed against the last
remaining fiber holding each of us from our explosions.
	With a loud cry, Mike burst inside of me, a torrent of his cum
shooting from his cock, filling the now hot rubber with his juice, the tip
expanding thick inside of me, triggering my own explosion, my own jism
shooting out of my cock, again and again, soaking our still pounding and
rubbing hair across our groins and bellies, turning our sweaty bellies and
chests into a well-greased slipping and sliding of hairy, smelly lovers
exploding their seed.
	The room quieted, our gasps turning to hard breathing, and,
eventually, so soft breaths, as the sweat and cum began to dry on our still
hot, hairy chests and groins.  We lay side by side, our thighs wide against
the sheet, our hearts still racing at the frenzy of our afternoon fuck.
Mike's eyes were closed, as I looked over at my new lover's face, his
moustache now sweaty, his whiskery, unshaven cheeks and chin shiny with
sweat.
	"I'm sure glad I ran into you at the diner, buddy."
						Six
	Mike pulled me off of the bed, into the large, two headed shower in
the large bathroom next to his bedroom.  He turned on the soothing jets of
hot water, and we soon were exploring each other's cum-splattered, sweaty
bodies.  He kneaded my tender neck and shoulder muscles, draining the last
of the week's work tensions.
	I worked his thick, meaty shoulders and back muscles with my hands,
soaping up his well-defined muscles and probing the thick hairy forest of
his deep armpits, causing my lover to moan with delight, as we discovered
new points of sensitivity in my man of steel.
	Mike carefully washed and explored my now-soft cock, tenderly
soaping the inside of my foreskin, and the well-fondled and stroked head of
my cock.  He washed and touched every inch of my willing body, setting
afire a new round of lust inside of me, as I watched this strong, hairy guy
eagerly wash and hold me under the hot torrent of water cascading down on
our naked bodies.
	We dried off quickly, and Mike knelt at my feet, pushing me back
against the tiled wall, taking first one and then a second ball into his
hot, wet mouth, his tongue gently caressing and holding my nuts inside of
him.  The hairs on my ball sack rubbed against his stubbly chin and his
soft lips, my now again hard cock pushing against his moustache and his
whiskery cheeks.  My back arched, and I closed my eyes, my senses again
overwhelmed at the jolts of electricity pulsing from my balls into my
brain.
	Mike's hands moved slowly up my belly, until his fingers found my
wanting nipples, his calloused fingertips once again setting my tits on
fire, as he pulled and fondled me, his lusty fire now again raging out of
control across my chest, and deep in my balls.
	This time, I did not wait long, and as soon as Mike swallowed my
cock with his wet, eager mouth, I shot again, emptying my seed once more,
this time deep into his hot mouth, my balls now hanging loose, drained,
almost painfully so.
	I looked down at my lover kneeling at my feet, my cock now slipping
loosely, wet from his mouth, a single strand of my pearly cum dripping down
into his stubbled chin, a single drop falling silent into the damp hair of
his chest.  Gasping, I unclasped my hands from Mike's naked shoulders, not
realizing that I had gripped him deep into his muscles as I shot my second
load deep into his mouth.  His shoulders were red, impressions left of my
fingers, as I had lost all sense of control when Mike sucked me deep and
wet and hard.
						Seven
	We spent the rest of the day looking at Mike's photos, taking
another round of photos of naked hairy men, and making love.  This time, it
was my turn behind the lens, and we soon had a long series of horny naked
bears arranged in a well-laid out slide show.  As we sipped a late night
round of brandy, Mike set up the projector and computer, and we delighted
in an hour long show of our photographic talents.  Of course, this inspired
a new round of love-making, this time Mike playing my initial role beneath
the horny, sweating bear.
	The next morning, we woke up early and headed for the gym.  Mike
had promises a vigorous workout, and he soon had me sweating, pumping iron
and learning a new routine I could tell was going to work wonders for my
fitness plan.
	We had planned a day of hiking in the mountains, and headed back to
Rich's cafe for a mid-morning breakfast before our hike.
	Rich greeted us at the door with a big smile.
	"Back again, huh?" he laughed.  "You guys just can't seem to get
enough."  He turned to me and winked.  "I told you that you guys had a lot
in common."

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