Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2016 06:25:48 +0000
From: Mike Anderson <michcherry94@gmail.com>
Subject: Comic Books Part 7

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This story is fiction about teenage boys do what teenage boys find
enjoyable, including boy on boy sex (eventually!)  Read at your own
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life. Any resemblance to someone real is purely coincidental.  All rights
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Comic Books Part 7 by Mike Anderson


From Part 6 ...


To Bart, the sudden sound of Tanner speaking shattered the spell that
Tanner's meat had cast over him.  "It's not like it's the first time I've
seen you hard, Moses."  Bart grinned as he stood up and held out the
hospital gown for Tanner to walk into.  Tanner moved forward so Bart could
tie up the back.  He pushed the call button and Nurse Amy appeared.  Bart
guided Tanner to the wheelchair, only his hand was slightly lower than it
should have been; Bart had his hand firmly placed on Tanner's ass.  Right
before he removed his hand so that he could gently guide Tanner down into
the wheelchair, ... Bart gave a squeeze.


Suddenly Tanner's mind drifted back to the first time thing had gotten a
little interesting between him and Bart ...


And now ....


FRIDAY JUNE 9


        The phone rang as Tanner sat at the table with his grandfather
eating a platter of eggs and bacon that Tanner had fried up for them.
Looking at the clock, he could already hear his grandfather's litany before
he began, "It's never good news when the phone rings before 8 or after 10."
But Austin Brennan, ever the proper and respectful man - at least to the
outside world -- got up to put an end to the shrill clang of the old phone.
"Hello," he greeted with a barely noticeable resignation in his voice.


Tanner smiled and went back to scarfing down his eggs.  He and Bart were
going to be start a pretty major project this morning.  The steps leading
up to the side porch were in severe need of replacement, so Bart and Tanner
were going to help Bart's Uncle John construct a new one.


Grandpa Austin's voice had taken on a pleasant, even enjoyable, tone as he
discussed something about playing cards and buying beer and snacks.  Tanner
had rinsed his plates in the sink and was towards the door, when his
grandfather stopped him, "Hold on a moment Ben ..." he said into the phone'
He placed his hand over the transmitter end and said towards Tanner, "Aunt
Mollie and I are going to head up to see some old friends who are visiting
from down south for the weekend."  He paused for a moment as he chewed his
lip, then decided, "I'm guessing you'd rather stay back so you can hang out
with your friend.  Why don't you have Mrs. Gramhart give us call and I'll
see if you can stay with them for the weekend."


"Sure things, Gramps," Tanner replied heading out the door with a lift in
his step.  He couldn't stop himself from running the half mile over to the
resort.  Most people were amazed when they saw Tanner run, not expecting
someone of his girth to be in any type of shape.


He arrived at the resort just as Aunt Mollie was clearing off the family
breakfast table.  She had told Tanner that he should call her "Aunt
Mollie", and he did.  "Aunt Mollie, my grandparents are heading out of town
this weekend on an unexpected trip and said that I could stay here for the
weekend if you were OK with and that if you were OK with it that you should
call Grandpa Austin so he and you could make arrangements and then I could
bring my stuff over here ...."  He trailied off as Aunt Mollie's face broke
into a big grin to which she added a joyous little laugh.  Tanner realized
he'd been talking in one long run on sentence and blushed apologetically.


Mollie Gramhart could have indeed passed for Tanner's aunt to most people.
She was a shorter stature women with a neat bun of red hair.  Tanner would
never have said it was anywhere near the same shade as his, but most
non-gingers tended to think all red hair was alike. Her freckles and
dimples were always inviting to anyone who stopped by.  "Why of course,
Tanner.  Bart's got plenty o'space in his room.  So long as it's OK with
him, you can bunk here when'ere you want."  Mollie tended to talk in a
little brogue. Tanner wasn't sure if that was an affectation she created,
or her normal accent, but he always enjoyed listening to it.


"No problem," Bart assured as he gathered up his plates before his aunt
could reach him.  He took them into the kitchen to rinse and place in the
dishwasher. When he returned, he suggested to Tanner, "Let's go."


Once they were out of earshot and heading towards the tool shed, Bart got a
mischievous look on his face.  He leaned in towards Tanner and said, "You
know, I only got a king bed in my suite.  You're welcome to sleep there,
but I've always had a rule that anyone who shares my bed has to put out
first.  So you either gotta put out or you gotta sleep on the couch."


Tanner wasn't about to be baited, " Fuck you Brennan.  You've been drooling
over my bodacious body ever since you first met me.  But I got standards
.. and I'm not that easy." Tanner had stopped and placed his hands on his
hips.  He also jutted out his chin, like he was taking some kind of moral
stand.  Bart just punched him in the arm and continued walking.


Tanner, soon left behind, dropped his posed and lengthened his stride to
keep up.  "Actually" he said with a conspiratorial edge to his voice, "feel
free to do what you want, I doubt I'd feel anything ..."  Tanner held up
his hand with thumb and fore finger only a spec apart.  Bart hearing the
huge slight to the size of his manhood responded as you might expect from a
football jock, he responded with, "You are going to regret that, mister."


Tanner hadn't waited for the comeback, but had already started running
towards the ocean.  Bart could beat Tanner in a sprint, but if Tanner had
more than a couple second head start, it was 50-50 whether he Bart would
catch up to him or not.


Again, Tanner's ignorance in the local layout laid to his demise.  He had
rushed down a back alley, only to find it ended in a wall.  Tanner backed
towards it as Bart took a defensive stance, guarding Tanner's egress route.


"Well Kegger," the two had taken to calling each other by nicknames when
they were sparing in one way or another.  Tanner was kegger, given his
bigger girth, and Bart was Suds, alluding to his not quite developed
six-pack abs. "You're trapped.  Ready to give it up and cede to my
manhood."


Tanner busted a gut at that quip.  Between snorts of laughter, he mocked,
"cede to my *MANHOOD* .... What are you wanting me to do?  Drop down on my
knees and blow you?"


Bart rewound his words in his head and listened to them ... he grumped as
he realized he had sounded like a tool.  Yet, again, Tanner had called his
masculinity into question. He was also amazed by Tanner's tendency to
reference sex acts when no one else was around.  "You just dug your grave,
mister ..." Bart threatened, as he stepped in closer, a sinister leer on
his face (albeit one with a hint of a smile).  "There's not going to be any
uncle this time..."


Tanner thought of his options.  How could he turn the tables on Bart?


Finally Tanner donned his only mischievous grin.  Bart slowed, becoming
weary.  He knew Tanner was up to something.  Tanner approach Bart. When he
got close, he moved in even closer.  He was almost touching Bart with his
entire body.  "So Suds, should I drop on my knees right here in the alley,"
he whimpered with what he thought was a mock damsel in distress voice.
"Just let me check the package to make sure it's acceptable."  With that he
grabbed Bart's junk and gave a light squeeze.


Bart's eyes went widen in astonishment.  Tanner took the opportunity to
slip past Bart and run out the alley.  He elected to head to the resort and
discovered Aunt Mollie taking a cup of coffee on the seaward side.


"Where's Bart?" she asked.


"Oh, just getting some tools," Tanner replied as he sat down and helped
himself to a little caffeine jolt.  He thought about their recent
encounter.  He was slightly abashed at himself for how he had goaded Bart.
For some reason he often found himself making queer jokes.  True, he and
his friends back home had often joked around, knowing it didn't mean
anything ... but what if Bart got the wrong idea? Tanner thought about it a
bit more and decided, Bart wouldn't ... and that was that.


Several minutes later Bart rounded the corner.


"Where's the tools?" Aunt Mollie asked.


"What tools?" Bart asked, and then remembered where he had originally been
heading.  "Damn. Want to come, Tanner?"  He asked the last part a little
too innocently.


"No, I think I'll just sit here with your Aunt while you get what we need.
Thanks for asking though!" Bart, not wanting to push things in front of his
Aunt, retreated to gather the tools needed to build the steps.  His
retreating smile seemed to promise some payback in the near future.


Tanner grinned as he mentally added a one to his scoreboard of wins against
Bart.  He was behind a bit as Bart tended to get the uphand, but he had
definitely made up some ground with this last little scuffle.


        Minutes later, Bart returned.  "Let's go," he said in a normal
voice.  It was time to work and Bart held to the view of his Uncle.  When
it's time to play, you play.  When it's time to work, you work.  Tanner
wasn't worried Bart would try to retaliate in the immediate future... well
not at least until the broke for lunch, that is.


...


        When lunch time finally arrived, the boys broke for the day and
meandered over to Tanner's place.  Tanner was sure Bart would seek out
retribution once they finished for the day, but he was nonchalant as could
be.  They ate lunch, weeding in Grandma Laura's garden for an hour, then
headed out to the beach for the afternoon.


        They'd taken a frisbee to fling back and forth, and after one wild
throw, Tanner was certain Bart was getting ready to settle the score.
Tanner was probably right, but he never found out.  As Tanner jogged back
to a spot suitable for returning the frisbee, a tennis ball lightly whapped
him in the back.  He turned around with a frown on his face and was
pleasantly surprised to find a couple of girls giggling a little way off.


        "Sorry about that," a lanky brown haired girl said, not sounding
sorry in the least, "I didn't mean to hit you in the back ..." She grinned
mischievously and finished, "I was actually aiming for that cute butt."
Tanner realized it was the girl who'd caught them `in the flesh' a couple
of weeks ago when Bart had accidently snagged his swim suit.  She didn't
appear to be quite as old as he'd thought.  Tanner's face flamed up as he
remembered the embarrassment.


        "Hey, sorry about that ..." Tanner replied lamely.


        Bart had jogged over to join them.  Tanner glanced over at him
automatically and couldn't help but notice how he was, of course,
shirtless.  she must have noticed Tanner grimace slightly.  She reached out
her hand and lightly grabbed Tanner's arm.  She giggled and said, "Don't
worry about him, his butts not as cute as your."


        Bart exclaimed, "hey ... my butt is too cute."  Bart sounded like a
kicked puppy dog.  He twisted his neck to look over his shoulder, like he
was trying to affirm to himself that his butt was indeed cute.  The girl
laughed again.


        She dropped her arm from Tanner, which he was slightly disappointed
about, but she did continue to look at and talk to him.  His grimaced
morphed into a silly little grin.  Still looking mostly at Tanner, the girl
address Bart.  "Don't get all hurt, Mr. muscles, my friend thinks you got
the hots. I'm Cassie, by the way, Tawny and I were wondering if you two
free spirits would like to head over to the boardwalk?"  The girl, Cassie,
had gestured over towards a shorter girl with bleached blonde hair sitting
on a beach towel, legs out, trying to soak up some sun.


        The boys weren't about to pass up an afternoon with the fairer sex,
and for the first hour enjoyed their company.  Neither boy had been in any
mood to seek out female company since the ugliness in March.  The flood of
hormones through their body brought about by the attentiveness of Cassie
and Tawny intoxicated them not much differently than a six pack might have,
effectively giving them beer goggles for a bit. Yet by the end of the
afternoon, both boys were regretting the decision to hang out with them.


For Tanner, the tipping point came as the Cassie started listing off a
dozen different activities that they two of the them could do ... alone.
True, when she first intimated that the two of them could slip away to
under the docks, he was intrigued ... hell, more than intrigued.


** And of course, Bart just happened to glance over at Tanner right then,
and Tanner was pretty sure Bart could tell how intrigued he was, given the
tightness that was developing in his nether regions.**


Bart's smirk confirmed that he noticed, and Tanner flushed with
embarrassment. Surprisingly, Tanner's desire to drift off with Cassie
virtually evaporated.  He was suddenly wishing he and Bart could head back
to his grandparent's and browse through the comics for a while.


He glanced over at Bart and saw that Bart was still looking over at him
... until he suddenly grabbed Tawny's hand, which was hugging him close and
unpeeled her from his skin.  He whispered something to her, which caused
her to grimace, but she moved slightly away so there was some space between
them.


Bart's story wasn't much different.  At the beginning of the afternoon,
Bart had thoroughly enjoyed having Tawny's attention.  He hadn't been on a
date since before .... Well since before March.  But after the first hour,
it was getting really old.  Not long after they'd made it to the Boardwalk,
she sidled up to him and put her arm around his waist, hand on his lower
stomach.  After a bit, her hand had started to go lower.  Her fingers
started to slip under the band of his shorts ... RIGHT THERE ON THE
BOARDWALK, with little old ladies and scampering kids all around.


Yes, he and the other football players had often regaled each other with
tales of their "conquests," but that had all been bravado.  Bart had never
actually made it with a girl, other than some slow dancing at a couple of
school socials the previous fall ....  and a little tongue action at the
goodnight kiss ... maybe.  Tawny was acting like they'd been a couple for
awhile.  He wasn't really feeling it by any means.


As five o'clock rolled around, the girls begged off on account that they
needed to be back at their family's condo for supper. The girls suggested
hanging out again the next day, but Tanner quickly demurred, saying he
needed to help his grandma with a project.  He'd expected Bart to take them
up on the offer, but was pleasantly surprised when he said that he'd agreed
to help Tanner and wouldn't be available either. Before the girls could
suggest Sunday, the boys made hasty farewells and jogged off.


        Once the girls were out of sight, Bart turned to Tanner and
commented, "Is it just me, or do you feel like you need a shower."


Tanner chortled a bit, "They weren't that bad."


"The way Tawny started clinging to me was just a tad bit creepy.  I'm not
sure I'd want a girlfriend of six months hanging on me like that."


Tanner moved close to Bart and whacked him lightly on his abs.  "Then stop
showing the goods off to the world. Me ... I don't have the power over
girls like you do ... and you know what they say ... with great power
... comes great responsibility."


"What?  Who says crap like that?"


"Uncle Ben ...," Tanner answered.  When Bart gave him a quizzical look, he
added, "you know ... Peter Parker's uncle ..."  Bart only looked more
confused.  Exasperated, Tanner blasted out, "SPIDER MAN, the web-slinger."


"Oh him, I really only watched the Saturday morning cartoons," Bart
muttered sounding slightly abashed.  Not for the first time, Tanner had the
suspicion that Bart really didn't know all that much about comics.
.... But as always before, he let it slide.


"I don't think my dad had many Spiderman comics, but he had a few.  We can
look through those this afternoon. Come on."  Tanner lightly whacked Bart
backhanded in the abs again and set off towards his grandparents' house.


Bart perked up at the idea.  He really enjoyed looking through the comics
with Tanner.  Mike had loved comics ... and even though Bart didn't let
himself dwell on Mikey too much, when he was sharing a comic book with
Tanner, it was almost as if he were spending the time with Mikey.  ... Well
not exactly that ... He didn't view Tanner as a brother, he just liked
hanging with him.


The boys spent the next couple hours reading the half dozen Spiderman comic
books that Tanner could find.  Tanner couldn't figure out why his dad even
had them.  None of them were consecutive nor in the same pristine condition
as his other comics.  In fact, all but one had writing in it, mostly in the
form of random words being underlined.  Even the underlining made no sense,
as several of the highlighted words were prepositions or articles.


Tanner imagined they were the "Originals", the first comic books his dad
had own, given to him by a friend ... or maybe his older brother, Uncle
Tommy.  It didn't really matter.  Tanner was happiest these days when he
was reading the comics with Bart.  He didn't care if the magazines were
mint condition or worthless as scrap.


They read until six o'clock, when their stomachs reminded them it was
supper time.  Grandma Laura had left some money for them to get a pizza
before heading back over to Bart's.  After eating, Tanner packed up some
clothes and toiletries and they returned to the resort.


        Tanner hadn't been down to Bart's room yet.  He had a room laid out
like a suite in the basement.  Normally it was used by the maintenance man.
The room was spacious, with a king bed in a second area, a small dining
table, two recliners, a couch and two large screen TVs, one in the main
room and one in the bedroom.


        Bart directed Tanner to drop his stuff off in the room.  "The couch
can unfold into a bed," he began to explain, "but the mattress sucks.  I
figured we could both use my bed.  It's a king, so we got plenty of room if
we both take a side. If you rather, I can crash on the couch."


        Tanner had a sudden flush flash through his body.  With a quick
shake, he gave it no thought.  He'd never shared a room with anyone, let
alone a bed, but didn't want to inconvenience Bart, who had just offered to
sacrifice a good night's sleep. "No need for that, Suds. I'm cool with
sharing the king.  ... Not sure I want to give it up, thought," he
concluded referring to Bart's earlier taunt.


        "Fuck you, Kegger ... you ain't that lucky," Bart replied.
Unexpectedly an awkward moment settled on the room, but then Tanner noticed
Bart's gaming system and the two of them settled into a marathon of
pixelated competition.


Shortly after midnight, Bart started to yawn incessantly.  "I gotta get to
bed, bro," he stated.  Bart got up, ruffled through his dresser and brought
out a pair of boxers.  Right there he dropped his shorts.


The movement caused Tanner to look over and he found his gazed glued to
Bart's crotch. His jock hung down, swinging a bit with Bart's motion of
disrobing. A subtle sweet-sour scent hit his nose and he inhaled without
thinking.  He felt a bit giddy ... worse, he felt himself firming up in his
groin.


"What?"  Bart asked, seeing Tanner's fixation.  "See something you like?"
He grinned mischievously and snapped his underwear at Tanner.


Tanner snapped out of his stupor, His face flushed bright red, as only a
ginger could do.  He knew he'd been caught, but ... what the fuck?  Why had
he been staring at Bart's crotch like that?  "No..." Tanner stammered, a
bit lamely.


Still grinning, Bart snapped up his boxers and walked over to the bathroom
to brush his teeth.  "No big deal, Kegs .. I should have warned you I was
changing...  No one should have to have an eyeful of junk when they're not
expecting it."


Bart took the opportunity to relieve himself and again Tanner felt himself
go flush, hearing the telltale sound of piss hitting the water.  Being an
only child, he hadn't ever had to share a room or bathroom with anyone
else, and he hadn't expected the almost intimate feeling of the occasion.


The moment quickly passed as Bart returned and climbed in bed.  Tanner
rummaged through his bag and pulled out a pair of sleep shorts and a
T-shirt--what he normally slept in.  Unlike Bart, Tanner changed in the
bathroom, closing the door most of way.


Returning, Tanner climbed in on the other side.  Bart reached over and
killed the lights, plunging the room in almost total darkness.  Both boys
lay there quietly for a moment, contemplating sleep. Bart's mind started to
drift back to the afternoon. He began to remember the feel of Tawny's hand
resting on his stomach, especially that last time when her fingers had
slipped beneath the band of his shorts and grazed his upper pubes.


Why had he stopped her?  No doubt her hand would have eventually strayed
further south.  A flush in his groin encouraged his thinking, triggering a
little more vividness to his imagination.  Bart found himself wondering out
loud, "you think we might meet up with the girls again tomorrow?"


Bart could almost hear the smile in Tanner's reply.  "I thought you found
Tawny a little too clingy, with her tight hugs and Dora hands."


Bart's daydream of Tawny burst like a bubble at Tanner's odd response.
"Her **what** hands?"  He asked incredulously, not understanding the
comment.


"You know ... Dora the Explorer ... from what I saw, her hands were looking
to explore some interesting hidden treasures."  Tanner couldn't hold back a
giggle at that.


Bart, on the other hand, felt his body go crimson remember how bold she had
been in the plain sight of everyone.  True, in the darkness of his bedroom,
thoughts of being alone with Tawny (well really any girl) were pleasant to
ponder .... But the reality was his parents had ingrained in him a strong
sense of propriety.  Getting fondled in public was definitely not proper.


Bart decided there was only one appropriate response for Tanner's brazen
ridicule of him ... a response that was not with words ... but with his
pillow.  Bart landed a well placed smack on Tanner's side.  Tanner gave an
oompf from the unexpected retaliation.


Tanner, for his part, was quick to respond.  He rolled over onto his back
and sat up; grabbed his pillow and launched his own attack.  The war was
on. For the next several minutes, the room was filled with the sound of
pillow whacks and low keyed laughter.  The boys faced each other on there
knees, alternating between ducking and launching a strike.


Bart decided to try a surprise attack.  He faked with his pillow, and as
Tanner ducked, Bart let go of the pillow and let his momentum from the
swing carry him into Tanner.  He tried to wrestle Tanner into submission
and get him to call uncle.  Unfortunately for Bart, he miscalculated.  The
other day, when he had caught Tanner on the beach and wrestled him to the
ground, he had managed to begin his tickle assault before Tanner could
gather his wits.  Otherwise, Tanner would have done then what he did now
... flip the tables on Bart.


Tanner's dad had been adamant that he learn self-defense.That first day,
the drop to ground had winded him for a moment, causing him to lose the
opportunity.  This time, he was already in a mindset of battle.  As soon as
Bart had moved in to tackle him, Tanner dropped his pillow, twisted and,
before Bart could comprehend what was happening, Tanner had Bart on his
stomach.  Without stopping, Tanner used a half-nelson move and flipped Bart
over onto this back.  Bart's face was suddenly covered by Tanner's armpit.


Breathing hard, Bart managed to squeak out a muffled, "How the hell did you
do that?"


"You call uncle?" was all Tanner asked.


Bart tried to rock his way back and forth from under Tanner's bulk, but
between the softness of the mattress and Tanner's weight, there was no
hope.  He was able to reach Tanner's side with his free hand, tapped him
three times and said, "uncle!"  Tanner rolled off him.


"Five years of wrestling club .... I'm in the top weight class, if you
haven't guessed."  Tanner whacked his stomach and Bart laughed as he heard
it jiggle.  He was quiet for a moment and then offered, "If you want to
hang with the girls tomorrow, that's cool with me."


"Nah," Bart replied, "They were way too clingy. They kinda give me a horror
story stalker type vibe. I think I got an idea for tomorrow that you'll
enjoy."


"Yeah? What's that?"


"Wait and see ... I'm ready for bed." With that, Bart rolled on his side
away from Tanner and closed his eyes.  Tanner, who was quickly coming down
from the second wind born of the wrestling, and did the same.


.... Except that Bart found sleep elusive.  As the room quieted, he found
his body starting to tingle.  His earlier friskiness from the mental
visions of Tawny returned with a vengeance. His groin in particular was
sending out waves of need to the rest of his body.  His senses seemed to
heighten and he caught a subtle odor permeating the room.  At first he
couldn't place it, but then it came to him ... Tanner's armpit.  He'd
gotten a healthy dose of the slightly ripe smell when he'd been pinned.
The smell began to intoxicate him and he began to recall the feeling of
Tanner's weight on him.


Involuntarily, his hand moved down to his groin and began to gently massage
his undwear covered jock.  The physical contact between hand and groin
started a slowly building feedback loop that was almost impossible to
ignore. ...


But, with a great deal of restraint, Bart did.  He wasn't alone, and
couldn't do that, especially with Tanner lying next to him.


He tried to think about other things .. football ... baseball ....


But surprisingly that didn't really help.  Everytime he tried to think of
sports, his mind brought up pictures of Tanner in a wrestling singlet
... at least how he imagined Tanne would look in a wrestling singlet.


The need to fondle himself grew ... he was finding it harder to resist.


Bart forced himself to lie perfectly still and listened.  ....


Tanner's breathing seemed slow and shallow....


        Tanner wasn't moving ....


        Bart released his restraint slightly and allowed his hand to feel
himself up.  He rubbed the head of his cock and and could feel a
significant wet spot had already formed on his boxers.  The gentle touching
brought contentment for a time, but the need for stronger manipulation grew
...  His breathing and pulse sped up a bit. ...


        Bart slipped his hand inside his boxers and almost whimpered in
pleasure as he closed his fist around his cock.  It was bone hard and had
reached it full 6".  He didn't bother with massaging his nuts, as he
usually did.  He needed to bust and needed to bust quickly while Tanner was
asleep.  He rolled on his back and closed his eyes. He arched his back
slightly as he allowed his hand to speed up its stroke.  He allowed his
thumb to stick up, so that it would caress his enlarged crown; his
forefinger he moved to stroke on the underside.


        He was close to the point of no return.  Bart couldn't stop for
anything short of his mom catching him in the act.  His mind was blanked
out with the image of red pubes and the strangely compelling smell of
armpit.  Bart's whole body clenched.  He felt his nutsack pull in .... His
skin was aflame with tingles....


        With a soft grunt, and one final stroke down ... Bart's cock
erupted with a volley of juice that drenched the inside of his boxers and
coated his hand.  Two more strong spurts followed as his body vibrated.




**Damn,** he thought ... **that was intense.*** Bart stroked a couple more
times, as the orgasm slowly settled.  He was just beginning to realize he
had a mess to clean up, with no apparent way to accomplish, when he heard
Tanner say, "Guess I won't need to put out..."



More to come....


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