Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 22:07:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: Starving for Love-Part 6. Losing Control

     Dinner with Tom's family was an interesting experience. Tom
bit his lip when I ordered a salad but the conversation never
ventured to my food even though Tom overtly watched my bowl and
his mother tried to be sneaky with her frequent glances in my
direction. I knew what both of them were doing but I feigned
ignorance. Ignoring their stares was the hard part of the
evening, everything else was easy.

     We were in Tom's car riding down the road singing along with
the radio when Tom turned the radio off. "Salad Sam?" His
annoyance was almost tangible.

     "You said eat something and I did." He sighed and turned the
radio back on.

     The rest of the ride was spent suffering through an
uncomfortable silence that was fragmented by four solid attempts
to speak by Tom and one attempt by me. None of our attempts
managed to become finished words and the blaring sound of the
radio seemed more like background music.

     Tom parked in front of my house and we sat in his car and
ignored each other. I don't know why I felt the need to continue
to sit there until he said something but I knew I couldn't leave
without talking to him. The minutes stretched out and basked in
the moonlight as I waited patiently to hear his voice. "I hate
this song," Tom said and the wall of silence crumbled.

     "Me too," I replied, unable to hide my eagerness to
communicate with him.

     He smiled at me and all was forgiven; that was how we were.
He turned the radio off and reached in his pocket for his ipod. A
few seconds later a song I hoped to never hear again began to
play and tears filled my eyes. "Remember this?" he asked as he
turned up the music.

     I wiped away a renegade tear. "Are you trying to make me
cry?"

     He laughed until he looked at me then he quickly turned the
music off. "I was actually trying to set the mood. What's wrong?"

     "This song makes me think about saying goodbye to you," I
confessed.

     "Really? This song makes me think about when I knew I was in
love with you."

     I chuckled at the irony. "And when was that?"

     "Right before you left for the clinic the second time. I
remember we were in my room singing this song and you were on my
bed. You had on that blue Superman shirt that I hated because it
brought out your eyes and made it hard not to stare at you." I
smiled to myself. I always wondered why Tom hated that shirt.
"Anyway," he continued, "I caught a glimpse of you from the side
of my eye and I felt like you were looking at me so I turned to
look at you and I stopped singing for a few seconds when our eyes
met because it seemed as if you were singing the song to me. My
heart got all excited and started pounding in my chest when you
didn't turn away and for a second all I could think about doing
was kissing you. I smiled at you and started singing again and I
tried to shake the thoughts away but I've known for sure that I
was in love with you and those stupid blue eyes of yours since
then. Every time I hear this song I picture you singing to me and
it makes me feel happy and warm and just good all over and I love
it." His smile stretched across his face and he grabbed my hand.
"I love you."

     I wished I could smile with him but the song had taken me to
a dark place. I loved him too and I was singing to him that day
but it didn't make me happy to think about it. I cleared my
throat. "It was my way of saying goodbye to you before I left
because I wasn't sure I was coming back." I closed my eyes and
let the tears fall. "I honestly thought I might die. I felt so
sick, I was cramping up all the time and I was so tired but I
tried to put on a good show for you so you would think I was
okay." I sniffled and then I laughed at getting so worked up over
nothing. "I hate that song," I said in between tears and
laughter.

     He squeezed my hand, "It's okay." I panicked for a moment
when he let go of my hand.

     I heard Tom unbuckle his seatbelt and then his fingers wiped
away my tears. He undid my seatbelt and pulled me towards him and
he held the back of my head firmly as he planted tender angel
kisses all over my face, including my closed eyelids. He kissed
all around my mouth, but he didn't kiss me on my lips. The
remnants of sadness were quickly replaced by horniness. Tom's
free hand pressed seductively against my thigh. I wanted him to
kiss me so badly that my body began to tremble with anticipation.

     I begged, "Kiss me."

     He laughed. "I have that song too if you want to listen to
it."

     "Don't make jokes." I opened my eyes. "Just kiss me,
please."

     He pushed my hair behind my ears and stared in to my eyes as
he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were silky soft but I didn't
get to enjoy them for too long because he closed his eyes and his
tongue charged in to my mouth. His tongue lit a fire every where
it touched and his hand crept up my thigh and lit a fire in my
lap. "God I love you," he said when the kiss was over. I could
only imagine the goofy smile that was on my face. "Did you keep
your eyes open?" he asked.

     My smile grew wider and I stared dumbly in to his eyes and
attempted to absorb the rays of happiness that emanated in my
direction. "How can you look at me like that?" I wondered out
loud.

     His happiness suddenly vanished, fading quickly in to the
night, "Not again," he whispered.

     I might as well have thrown the moment out the window
because it was as good as gone. "I'm sorry. Pretend I didn't say
anything."

     His hands retreated from touching me. He looked at me and
rolled his eyes then he sat in his seat and placed his hands on
the steering wheel, "I'll see you tomorrow," he said in a tone
drenched in sadness.

     I reached over and rubbed the back of his neck. "I said I
was sorry."

     "I heard you," he paused, "I'm just tired. You know I had to
get up early this morning. I guess it's catching up with me."

     I knew he was lying. He wanted to get away from me because I
upset him. I couldn't even love him the right way and I wasn't
sure why I tried. I slid my hand down the side of his neck then
down his arm before resting my hand on top of his. "Call me when
you get home." I thought I sounded desperate and although I was,
I didn't want him to know because that somehow made me seem even
more pathetic. I began to pull my hand away.

     Tom quickly turned his hand over and grabbed mine. He lifted
it to his lips and softly kissed the back of my hand. I knew the
smile he flashed was fake but I smiled back at him anyway. "I'll
call you as soon as I get home."

     "Okay." I pulled my hand away. He wasn't happy and in that
instant I hated him for acting like he was. My mind told me that
he didn't think I could handle his anger. He was never afraid to
get upset with me before he knew about my bottom drawer. Did he
think I was pitiful enough to let a fight with him drive me up to
my room to hurt myself? Of course he did because he knew I was
weak. I chastised myself and almost lost a few more tears as I
admitted in my heart that he was right. Hell I was about to go
pull out a smashed cigarette anyway because I was sick of crying.
I hated crying. Crying was an admission of complete and utter
defeat.

     I took a deep breath and told myself I was being paranoid
and Tom was just being Tom. It was after the breath that I
realized I was looking directly in to Tom's eyes and a frigid
chill zipped through my body as my heart momentarily stopped
beating. I swore Tom was reading my thoughts and that scared the
fuck out of me. He raised his eyebrows and I snapped back to
attention. He wasn't just being Tom. There was more to it. There
was thinking behind his actions and what seemed to be a genuine
fear of how I might react to him. I wasn't sure what to make of
Tom's odd behavior so I smiled and let panic drive my legs as I
hurried out of the car.

     I ran through my house and directly to my room. I'm not sure
if I took a breath before I slammed my door shut and fell on all
fours on the floor gasping for air. Something was wrong with me.
I felt lightheaded and my bed looked a million miles away. I knew
I wasn't going to make it to the bed so I allowed my body to plop
down on the floor and I closed my eyes. My heart was thumping
ferociously like it was trying to hammer its way out of my body
and each thump seemed to become increasingly louder. I tried to
breath. I tried so hard but I just couldn't get enough air. My
body started to tingle and then I must have blacked out because I
opened my eyes and everything was normal again.

     My phone was ringing and I wondered if the ringing was the
reason I woke up. I pulled my phone out and opened it then put it
on the side of my face and rested it there instead of trying to
hold it. "Hey Tom."

     "You sound strange. Are you okay?"

     "I'm fine." I took a deep breath. "What time is it?"

     "I'm sorry. I would have called you right after I got home
but my mother wanted to talk to me."

     I parted my lips to ask him what time it was again and then
I realized he would know something was wrong. "Thanks for
calling."

     As usual, he read my mind. "You don't feel like talking?"

     "No, not right now."

     "Oh, okay. Go back to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

     "Okay."

     He hung up the phone and I laid on the floor a few minutes
longer trying to gather the strength to make it to my bed. I
closed my phone and sat it beside my head before deciding to
sleep right where I was. I figured I should at least know what
time it was so I pushed myself up and looked at the clock on my
night stand. I had only lost an hour. I dropped back on the floor
and realized I could have just looked at the clock on my phone. I
closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I slept peacefully for
about two hours and then I woke up and dragged myself to the bed.
I basically collapsed on top of my covers.

     My eyes opened and glanced at the clock. They closed then my
brain shot in to action and my eyes jumped open as I started
running around trying to get ready for school. I was going to be
late. There was no way around it.

     I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth then I went in my
room and put on some clothes. I was about to grab my bag and go
when I had an idea. I was already late and I hadn't done my
homework so I figured it wouldn't matter if I took a little extra
time to find my old shirt. I looked in the closet and found it
underneath a pile of clothes on the floor. I had only worn the
shirt when I was around Tom but I felt like breaking the monotony
of my black wardrobe and shocking him. I replaced the black shirt
I had on with the dingy blue Superman shirt. I closed the closet
door and my reflection startled me. The person in the full length
mirror staring back at me was almost a stranger. I recognized the
black boots, the black pants, the spiky belt, the black lace
sleeve and the black glove on my right hand, but the blue shirt
with the red and yellow S emblem on the chest was foreign to me.
Even my face looked strange without my makeup. I half-smiled at
the stranger and then I had another idea. I grabbed a rubberband
off of my desk and pulled my hair back in to a ponytail. I didn't
know what made me do it, but I knew I was doing it for Tom.

     I grabbed my bag and left. The closer I got to school, the
harder each step became as I realized how I was dressed. I almost
turned around and ran home a few times because I didn't
understand why I had made such a drastic impulsive decision.

     The school seemed different when I walked through the doors.
I went to the office to sign in for being tardy and get a pass.
The secretary watched me carefully. "You look nice," she said as
she handed me a pass.

     The way she looked at me made me blush. "Thanks." I left the
office and went to class. The teacher and the class looked at me
strangely and I wished I had my hair in my face so I could hide
from their eyes. A few of the girls giggled when I walked by. I
sat down and dropped my eyes to my desk. I walked with my head
down for the next few classes.

     The girl in front of me in the lunch line turned around and
eyed me. "Sam, right?" she asked.

     "Yes."

     "You're friends with Tom, right?"

     "Yes."

     "You don't remember me, do you?"

     I gave her a good once over and quickly looked back down. I
knew who she was, but I lied, "No, not really."

     "I'm Sarah. I served you and Tom pizza on your date last
week."

     "Oh, yeah," I said before it dawned on me that she used the
word date.

     "You look really good today. Tom must be making you pretty
happy."

     I wanted to get out of the line and run home but I felt
trapped. "Um."

     She invaded my personal space, "Don't worry, your secret is
safe with me." She paid for her food and headed to her seat at
the cheerleading table.

     I paid for my food and sat at my usual table. The guy who
threw the apple at me the week before came over to my table and
sat down across from me. I looked up at him and quickly looked
back down at my tray. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I
ignored him. "Is this your attempt at looking normal?" He popped
me on my forehead. "You're still a freak."

     One of his friends walked over and stood next to him. "James
what the hell are you doing over here?"

     "Just reminding this loser that he'll always be a loser."

     "Dude he's wearing fishnet stockings on his arms. I think he
knows he's a loser."

     "Is that true? Do you know you're a loser?" James asked me.
I didn't answer him. "I know you hear me!"

     His friend dropped his tray on the table and came around to
my side. He grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back. I was
forced to look at him and he stared down at me with a twisted
expression on his face. "Answer him!" I looked defiantly in to
his eyes. He spit directly on my face. "The girls may think you
look good today but no matter how pretty you look, you're still a
loser." He pulled my hair even harder and forced me to grimace in
pain.

     "Hey Billy maybe we should help the loser," James said.

     "Huh?" Billy asked. He looked over at James and a wicked
grin appeared on Billy's face. "Yeah, maybe we should help him."

     Soon James was standing on the other side of my head. "Girls
don't like anorexic boys. Maybe you should bulk up some." I saw
the open carton of milk in his hand and I knew where his `help'
was going so I closed my eyes and waited to be drowned in milk.

     "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Of course Tom was coming
to save me. Billy let go of my hair and I sat up straight and
rubbed the remainder of his spit off of my face.

     "Tom what is it with you and this loser?" James asked.

     "James, just fuck off!" Tom yelled.

     "You act like he's your girlfriend or something," Billy
said. The look on Tom's face changed and Billy noticed. "That's
it, isn't it? Is he your little girlfriend now? Is that why he's
looking so pretty today?" His hand rubbed through my hair. "Huh?
Are you two together? Did you let the faggot suck your dick last
night?"

     James laughed. "No, no, no. Tom is a real man. I'm sure he
bent him over and fucked him."

     "Stop being assholes. It's not like that! Sam is my friend!"
Tom glared at Billy and said, "Now take your fucking hands off of
him or I will break your fingers one by one."

     "Come on Tom, his hair is so soft," Billy patted me on my
head a few times. "Almost reminds me of my bitch. You remember
her, don't you?"

     Tom's tray crashed to the floor and he charged around the
table and grabbed Billy by his shirt collar. "How many times do I
have to beat the shit out of you before you get the fucking
picture? Are you stupid or something? When I tell you to stay
away from Sam, I mean it! When I tell you to take your hands off
of him, I mean it. And when I tell you I will break your fingers
one by one," he pulled Billy even closer, "I MEAN IT!" He grabbed
Billy's hand, "Now which finger do you want to lose first?"

     Billy pulled his hand away and stepped back. "Chill Tom, you
know we were just having a little fun."

     "You say that every time and how often do I believe you?"

     A lunchroom lady walked over. "Is there a problem here?"

     "Of course not Ms. Walker. We were just horsing around,"
James said and then he put his arm around Billy's shoulder for
emphasis and smiled.

     Ms. Walker looked directly at me. "You look quite handsome
today Sam." I wondered how she knew my name. "Don't let these two
idiots bring you down with their jealousy."

     "Jealousy?" James asked.

     "Yes Mr. Hirsh, jealousy. I serve the food but I'm not deaf.
I heard you in line talking about Sam. He can't help it that he's
as cute as a button. If you come in here again with this mess I'm
gonna have you banned from the cafeteria. Do you hear me?"

     "You can't do that Ms. Walker. I have a right to eat lunch."

     "Mr. Hirsh there is no law in the land that says you can
only eat lunch in the cafeteria. I'm sure the principal will see
fit to let you eat in the hallway or the library, or better yet,
his office."

     "We really are just playing around with Sam. Its how we get
along," Billy chirped in.

     "Well find another way to get along with him because I don't
think he enjoys your current displays of affection."

     "Ms. Walker,"

     "Boy don't Ms. Walker me. Go on and sit at your usual
table." Billy and James didn't move. "Do I need to get security?"

     "No ma'am. We're leaving." The two of them walked around the
table, got their trays and left.

     "Thanks," Tom told her.

     "Don't thank me, thank Sarah. She came over and got me when
she saw what was going on." She looked at me. "I don't understand
why those boys would want to mess with you. You never bother
anyone." She shook her head. "Well let me get back to work." She
stepped over Tom's tray on the floor and turned to look at him.
"I'll get you a mop to clean this mess up and then come back to
me and I'll give you another lunch."

     He nodded and picked up his tray. I sat and stared at my
food until Tom returned to the table with a mop and water. After
he cleaned up his mess he went and got some more food and then he
sat across from me.

     I had a lot of questions about Tom's relationship with Billy
and James, but I was too busy seething with anger over something
else, "Why didn't you just tell them?" I asked.

     "Tell them what?"

     "About us? You denied it. Are you ashamed of me?"

     "What? Sam you know I'm not ashamed of you. I didn't think
you wanted anyone to know, especially not those two."

     I was straining to keep from crying because all I could
think about was how he denied that we were together. I knew we
weren't out in the open but a tiny voice in my head was shouting
with increasing clarity that Tom didn't want anyone to know about
us. I dropped my head and fought back the tears.

     A few seconds later I felt his arm around me. "I love you
and if you want me to stand up on this table right now and shout
it to the cafeteria, just tell me, but I'm not going to sit here
and watch you cry, especially when you're wearing my favorite
shirt and you have your hair pulled back so the whole world can
see how hot you look." He whispered, "And trust me, you do look
rather hot today."

     I had heard enough. I wasn't hot and we both knew that. The
voice in my head told me every word out of his mouth was a lie. I
stood up and ran away from him and I managed to make it in to one
of the stalls in the bathroom before I allowed myself to cry. I
hated crying and for a second I wished I was in my room so I
could make myself feel better. I didn't understand why Tom made
me cry so much. The voice in my head said it was because Tom was
bad for me, but I knew that wasn't true. Tom loved me.

     "Sam," Tom's voice was so soft that I had to stop crying in
order to make sure I wasn't hearing things. "Sam," he whispered
again. I opened my eyes and saw him on the floor with his face
turned up towards me. He slid under the door and stood up inside
the stall. "What's wrong?" he asked.

     My first instinct was to make something up and hope he
believed me but my mind had other plans, "I'm not cute or hot! I
never have been! So when you lie to me about that it makes me
wonder what else you're lying about." I paused. "Do you really
love me? Are you sure you're not ashamed of me? I mean look at
me! I'm pathetic. I know you hate it when I talk about myself but
what's wrong with admitting the truth? Why do you want me to lie
about who I am?"

     "I don't want you to lie. I want you to realize that what
you think about yourself is not right. You're beautiful and I
don't know why you don't see it when you look in the mirror." He
stepped forward and got some tissue so he could wipe my face.
Once he was done, he balled the tissue up in his hand and smiled
at me. I think the closeness was getting to both of us. "You know
you don't have to pick a fight with me every time you want a
kiss."

     "I hate you," I said with a smirk.

     "You hate how much you love me," he replied then he kissed
me. I loved the way he kissed me because it was always passionate
and deep like he couldn't get enough of me and he wanted to be as
far inside me as he could get. He broke the kiss and his hot
breath covered my face. "Your lips are better than lunch."

     "Please don't say you're hungry for my body," I joked.

     "I am, but we're at school so I'll settle for your lips." He
nibbled on my bottom lip and I pulled back which caused him to
bite down. My lip hurt so I licked it and tasted the sweet and
tangy liquid. Tom panicked, "I'm sorry."

     "Don't be. It feels good."

     "But you're bleeding."

     "I know." I licked my lip again. It stung but it was a nice
kind of stinging.

     He stared at me and I wondered what he was thinking. I could
tell he wanted to say something about it but he must have decided
against it because he changed the subject, "You want me to walk
you to your next class?" he asked.

     "I guess." I stood up. "I'm such a baby," I whispered.

     He kissed me on the cheek. "You're my baby."

     I laughed at him. "Please tell me I'm not making you this
corny."

     He put his arms around me and hugged me. I placed my head on
his chest and reveled in the feeling of being a part of him. He
had a way of knowing what I needed even before I knew I needed
it.

     "What time are you going to see Dr. Conley?"

     "It's an emergency meeting. I don't know yet. I'm going to
call him after school and find out when he can squeeze me in
today."

     "I want to go with you so call and let me know."

     "Okay." I wanted to stay in his arms forever but I knew it
wasn't possible.

     Tom finally moved his arms and kissed me on my forehead. His
right hand grabbed my left hand and he unlocked the door and led
me out. He suddenly stopped and I walked in to him. I stepped to
the side to see what had stopped him dead in his tracks. James
was leaning against a sink staring at us.

     James looked at me and winked. "I guess Billy wasn't too far
off about you two, huh?" I couldn't tell if he was being
facetious or serious. "Tom, Tom, Tom....hmph." James walked out
the bathroom without saying another word.

     "Do you think he's going to tell?" I asked.

     "I'm not sure what's going on in that head of his, but we
can't worry about that now." Tom dropped my hand. "Come on."

     I spent the rest of the day missing Tom and dreading what
James might be saying about Tom. I would have worried about
myself but I knew I didn't matter. The stress made me want to go
home and burn my leg but my thoughts of Tom stopped me. I felt
guilty. I couldn't hurt myself because it would somehow be the
equivalent of betraying Tom but I couldn't deny that I needed to
have the rush of adrenaline associated with intense pain.

     I called Dr. Conley and scheduled an emergency meeting for
6:00 then I called Tom and left a message so he would know the
time of the appointment. After everything was scheduled I changed
my pants and put on some black shorts and switched my boots with
regular shoes and did my usual routine on the track. I smiled
when my stomach started growling because I realized I hadn't
eaten anything all day. The hunger egged me on to do something
more fulfilling. I ran around the track until I couldn't suppress
the urge any longer. I lunged forward and flew through the air
before landing and sliding a few feet down the track. The
tingling on my cheek started out hot but grew cold and painful as
I stood up. I was in the middle of dusting off when I noticed I
had skinned one of my knees.

     "Are you okay?" someone shouted. I looked up and saw Sarah
and James running towards me.

     I had done it on the opposite side of the track hoping that
the cheerleaders wouldn't notice. "I'm fine," I yelled back.

     Sarah and James stopped in front of me and Sarah began
trying to tend to my wounds with a towel. James stared at me with
a puzzled look on his face. I wondered why he was popping up
everywhere like some sort of jack-in-the-box stalker. "Are you
retarded?" he asked. I looked away from him. "I saw what you did.
Do you think you're Superman? Maybe that shirt you're wearing is
too fucking tight."

     "James shut the fuck up," Sarah yelled, "you're not
helping."

     "We can't give him the kind of help he needs. He's obviously
a head case. You should have seen the way he just hurled himself
on the track."

     "James, shut up!"

     "Sarah! I'm telling you that he's crazy."

     "James do you want to get in to why you were out here
watching Sam run around the track?" she snarled.

     "I wasn't watching him," James protested.

     Sarah glared at him. "James go get some ice or something."
She dabbed my bloody knee. "I would swear he was adopted if my
parents didn't have the footage to prove otherwise." She looked
up at me. "I just don't understand how two perfectly normal
people could give birth to an idiot like him. Serves them right
though. They wanted me to be a boy and I came out with a vagina
and disappointed them so they tried again." She smiled at me and
I wasn't sure if I should laugh or smile back. Luckily I didn't
have to decide because she returned her attention to dabbing the
blood around my knee. "Don't let James get to you. He's mostly
talk. It's his stupid ass friend Billy who's the thug."

     "Billy is not a thug!" James said.

     "Didn't I tell you to go get some ice?"

     "I did so stop bitching," he barked. I wondered if they
always treated each other that way. "Why don't you let him lay
down in the grass? He looks like he might collapse." I did feel
faint, so I didn't object even if James was the person making the
suggestion. I lied on the grass and let them tend to my wounds as
I kept my eyes closed and wished I was somewhere else. It was
easy to tell the difference in their touches because Sarah was
gentle and focused on the wounded area, while James was playful
and slid his piece of ice over random places. The heat from the
sun bore down on my face so I opened my eyes and stared directly
at the sun and dared it to burn me or blind me or both. "You
shouldn't look directly at the sun," James informed me. "It's bad
for your eyes."

     "I didn't know you cared," I hissed, annoyed that he would
pretend to know what was good for me.

     Sarah laughed. "You beat me to it. I was just about to say
that."

     James tossed his piece of ice in the grass next to me. "I
don't care! I was just trying to do something nice for a change
because this loser needs all the help he can get, but hey," his
big head entered my view and blocked out the sun, "if you want to
go blind, I'm not going to stop you." He leaned down and in a
voice just loud enough for me to hear, he whispered, "You're just
a stupid little fag." The palm of his right hand pressed against
my dick as he pushed himself up and then he was gone.

     "What did he say to you?" Sarah asked.

     "Nothing."

     "I know he said something. If you don't want to tell me just
say you don't want to tell me, but don't lie to my face."

     "Fine, I don't want to tell you." I sat up. "Are you done
now?"

     She dropped her towel on the grass. "Yeah, I'm done. There's
nothing else I can do except put some bandages on you."

     "I can do that myself," I told her.

     "I know." She stood up. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

     "I'm fine. I can walk."

     "Okay." She stood there watching me, waiting for me to get
up. I wondered why she cared.

     "How do you know Tom?" I asked.

     She smiled. "I'll tell you if you let me drive you home." I
wanted to know just bad enough to agree to her terms. I was in
the passenger seat of her Jeep and we were about to turn out of
the school parking lot when she spotted James walking on the
sidewalk. She pulled up beside him and said, "Get in Stupid."

     "Fuck you bitch." He glanced at me then he got in the
backseat.

     I was tempted to open my door and jump out but I thought
better of it when Sarah said, "You're going to tell Sam how I
know Tom."

     "Does Tom know we're telling him?" James asked.

     "Does it matter?"

     "No."


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