Date: Tue, 06 Apr 1999 08:29:53 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: We are presumed to be Enemies - 05

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WE ARE PRESUMED TO BE ENEMIES

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 18th of August, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by - Nick

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"WE ARE PRESUMED TO BE ENEMIES" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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5 - THE RETREAT

Many soldiers didn't speak any French. But Simon asked their names
anyway, he had the list with the numbers that were stamped with
indelible ink on the clothes and underwear of each soldier. Manfred had
the number 6291-1724, and Simon thought it was easy to remember - the
first four digits, read backwards, were is birthday and the last four,
two at the time, were his age and that of Manfred... of his Manfred.

Whilst in the laundry washing the clothes of that day, Manfred greeted
him rapidly. "Today at lunch we will not meet, I am on sentinel duty.
But we can meet after six, before dinner." he said.

"When will you be on leave?"

"In two days."

"Can't we go somewhere together?"

"Not out of the town, without a special permit."

" It doesn't matter, as long as I'm with you."

At evening, after they had dinner, Simon waited for Manfred, lying on
his bed, dressed.

He came soon: "Tonight I couldn't bring you anything, I couldn't go
out." he said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You are here, that's enough." Simon answered raising his arms towards
him.

The soldier lent forward and they embraced. Simon started to unbutton
his shirt from the collar. He felt the young man shuddering, then felt
his hands raising his sweater on his chest. He sat up to allow his
friend to pull it out. Manfred kissed him and started to unbutton his
shirt. They undressed each other little by little. They were enchanted
with each other as their bodies became uncovered.

"How beautiful you are, Manfred." Simon murmured with emotion, lightly
brushing the velvety skin of the soldier, unbuttoning and lowering his
shorts, revealing his erect and quivering member, with its halo of thick
blonde hairs.

Filled with desire, he weighted the young man testicles,  cupping them
with his hand, while with his other hand caressed his rod.

"Oh... Simon..."

"Tell me?" the boy answered, smiling at him.

"I desire you so much..." the soldier said with a warm but hoarse voice,
pulling off his  jersey briefs, caressing his buttocks and genitals, "I
want you..." he whispered.

"Yes... how do you want to take me?" the boy asked with emotion.

"As you like..."  Smiled Manfred.

Simon lay on his back and pulled his legs on his chest, offering himself
to his man: "This way..." he said shuddering in anticipation.

"Yes... this way...." the man echoed, caressing Simon's genitals, his
belly, his chest. "God, how beautiful you are, Simon. And in a while you
will be mine... Mine..."

Simon felt the soldier's hands caressing his buttocks, kneading them
lightly, then spreading them and the rod rested on his quivering and
waiting hole.

Their eyes, like magnets, couldn't move away. "I want you, Simon."

"Take me..."

"Here I am..." Manfred said and Simon felt he was starting to push.

A light pressure, but little by little increasing, until he felt he was
opening up, and felt the man's rod slipping inside him, slow, delicate,
but at the same time strong and determined.

The soldier gave a strong shudder and half way in became still: "Oh,
Simon... I'm near... cumming! It is... too beautiful... I am near....
cumming!"

"Doesn't matter, push..."

"I wanted...to  enjoy you... make happy ... but... god, I can't hold
back... I'm too excited... if I move I'll come..."

"Push, put it all inside me."

"Oh, Simon..." the soldier moaned transfigured by the pleasure. He
pushed, sinking inside the boy cumming  with a long moan, trembling and
shuddering from head to toe even after he unloaded himself. "Oh god, I
didn't want to cumm so soon... forgive me, Love!" Manfred exclaimed with
his  hoarse voice, continuing to tremble.

"Say it again." Simon said, terribly moved.

"Forgive me..."

"No, the other word..."

"Love!" Manfred said with a sweet smile.

"Say it again..."

"Love." the man repeated and bent to kiss him. Simon held him tight, and
kissed him with passion, for a long time.

Then asked, almost in a whisper: "Do you really love me?"

"Yes, I love you Simon. Believe me, I love you."

"It is too beautiful... No, remain inside me. You love me, and I'm
yours."

"I never felt what I'm feeling for you, for any other person. I love
you, Simon. I really love you."

"And I am yours. Kiss me again."

Manfred kissed him, and Simon brushed his nipples, and felt the member
of the beautiful soldier darting inside his channel. Simon pushed
forward his pelvis brushing it against his groin, and Manfred's member
throbbed  again. Then Manfred started to move inside him. back and
forth, with extreme gentleness, again fully aroused.

"Oh, Simon... ...."

"I know, Love... I feel it..." the boy said happily, fully savoring the
brushing of the strong and hot rod inside his channel, that he flexed
rhythmically to increase the pleasure of the man that had conquered his
heart. On instinct he put in action all he learned in his short but
intense sexual life, and soon he saw the face of his Manfred becoming
intense and luminous.

"Simon, Love... it is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Wonderful. You are strong, you are my man!"

"I adore you."

"I am yours."

"You are so beautiful, Simon, You are wonderful, and mine. All mine."
the soldier murmured full of emotion, holding tight almost in a
possession gesture Simon's member and manipulating it with sweet vigour,
while he continued to piston inside him his shuddering virility with
passionate thrusts.

The boy felt his orgasm seizing him almost suddenly and rocked under his
lover's body, moaning and trembling, until he unloaded with long, very
strong spurts. Manfred felt him, and the boy's enjoyment unchained his
own. His pushes became more vigorous and fast and he too, while Simon
was shuddering at the last spasms of pleasure, dove in him deeply and
unloaded a second time inside his boy with an intense tremor. Then he
relaxed on top of Simon's body, holding him tightly against himself and
kissing him with strength.

Panting, they relaxed little by little, still shaken by darts of
pleasure. Simon could feel the soldier heart strongly beating at the
same rhythm of his own, and felt that their bodies had reached the
perfect fusion that always lovers long for. Yes, they really belonged to
each other, now. The joy that Simon felt was so strong that his eyes
filled with tears.

Manfred saw and understood the reason for those wet eyes. He murmured:
"It has really been wonderful, hasn't it, my Simon?"

"I never felt anything like that, till now. Thank you, my love. Thank
you."

"Thanks to you, sweetheart. You are my happiness."

They were united, enjoying that sweet intimacy, when the first bell
announcing the silence, rang. They unwillingly parted and Manfred
dressed. It was difficult to part after what they experienced in each
other's arms. They kissed a last time, Manfred left, in silence. Simon
shut off the light, slipped under his blankets, enjoying the warmth that
their bodies left there, and while the silence rang, he glided into
sleep, his heart, his head, his body filled with his Manfred.

Simon oozed happiness. The boy, gentle by nature, was now particularly
kind with all the soldiers, so that he soon became everyone's pet, and
several soldiers started to give him small presents - objects they made,
tidbits, even some clothes.

Those who knew a little of French, tried to talk with him, and Simon was
starting to understand some words of German. Everybody was also happy
with his work, he carefully washed and ironed the linen and the
uniforms, and also the captain praised him.

Manfred showed him his drawings, and also gave him some of them, and
Simon kept them in his closet as a real treasure.

He was in the barracks for a good while, Manfred was on sentinel duty.
The day was grey and a little cold. Simon was hanging the tents of
sheets in regular lines, merry and smiling as always, in the small
courtyard behind the wardrobe.

"Hi, Simon!" a cheerful voice greeted him. He turned, it was Alfred. He
greeted him with a smile. The soldier took away from his hands the
basket with the last sheets and put it on the ground.

Simon looked at him with interrogative air, and asked him: "Hey, what
are you doing?"

The soldier, as an answer, pulled the boy near him and started to
unbutton Simon's trousers.

"Hey! What are you doing! Stop it!" the boy said in an alarmed tone,
trying to escape him.

"You give ass to Manfred, I know! You now give also me, ya?" the soldier
said holding him tightly by his arm and continuing to struggle with the
boy's fly.

"No, please... no... stop, Alfred!" the boy moaned, wriggling, but the
man continued.

"You make happy Alfred, und Alfred no say captain. If captain know,
captain send away Simon and put Manfred prison. If you give ass me,
Alfred keeps mouth shut." the man said in a low voice, lowering the boys
trousers to his knees. Simon, at that menace, stopped struggling - he
didn't want to lose his Manfred. The man smiled to the boy and said:
"You give your little ass and Alfred mouth is shut." He lowered the
boy's briefs, pulling out from his trousers an already hard and erect
mace, made the boy turn, wet his anus with his spit and, seizing his
hips, pushed inside him with three or four energetic strokes.

"Ah, good boy, you." the man said starting to fuck him with vigour.

Simon endured that strong mount in silence, hoping just that the man
would give vent rapidly to his yen, and leave him in peace. He could
feel the massive flesh rod rocking inside him with fast and strong
rhythm, tightly wrapped in his soft and hot channel, and yet the boy was
not aroused. After a while Alfred emitted low groans and started to
hammer inside him with violence until, almost raising the boy's body off
the ground, he pressed the boy's ass against his groin and unloaded
inside him, murmuring at his ear something in German, his voice hoarse
from his pleasure. Then he let Simon go.

While Simon, his head lowered, tidied himself, the man gave him a
friendly slap on his back: "You good boy. You give little ass to Alfred
und Alfred no tell captain, eh? Und you no tell Manfred, understood?"
the man said. Simon was silent. "Understood?" the man asked again. Simon
nodded - how could he tell his Manfred, anyway? Alfred caressed his
buttocks: "Ass good, ya. Alfred enjoyed good." and went away. Simon
picked up the basked and sadly resumed hanging the last sheets. Alfred
would came again to take him. And he could only submit, so as not to
lose his lover.

When he again saw his Manfred and made love with him, he said nothing,
but while he made his lover take him, he felt like he was born again,
purified by the beautiful soldier's love. He gave himself to Manfred
with sheer passion, happy to see his man enjoying him.

Afterwards, Manfred said him with his usual gentleness: "Today you
seemed hotter than ever. You have been great. I love you."

"You will never leave me?" the boy asked, recalling Alfred and afraid
that one day Manfred could came to know of it.

"No, sure. You know it." Manfred answered, caressing him.

"Anything could happen?" Simon insisted looking at him with imploring
eyes.

Manfred caressed him again with tenderness and whispered: "Sure,
anything could happen. You are everything, to me."

Simon adapted to Alfred's attentions. The man didn't go to look for him
so often, about once a week. He fucked the boy hurriedly, strongly,
sated himself and went away. When they were with the others, Alfred
treated him as always.

One morning there came to the wardrobe room Otto, a thirty-four years
old soldier, a friend of Alfred. He spoke French less than Alfred, but
after he gave his dirty laundry to the boy and took the clean ones, he
said with a quiet smile: "You, say Alfred, kind. Also Otto want you
kind. You come with Otto after lunch, right?"

"I don't understand..." Simon said, afraid he understood all too
clearly.

The soldier cupped his hand on his fly and said with a cunning smile:
"You make enjoy this, no? So tells Alfred. You come after lunch with
Otto, no?"

"Where?" the boy asked with desperate resignation.

"Otto know place good, you come with Otto. Und Otto no say captain
little Simon und Manfred. Good, no?"

"As you like." the boy said with a tired expression.

After lunch Otto gave Simon a nod inviting the boy to follow him. He
took him in the store room, behind a heap of cases.

Simon was about opening his trousers, but Otto pushed him on his knees
and, opening his fly, showed his member in front of the boy's face: "You
open mouth." he excitedly said seizing with both hands the boy's head
and guiding it to his half erect pole.

It was not long and thick like that of Alfred, and it was slightly
bending to the side. Otto slipped it between his parted lips. Simon
closed his eyes and, while the man was pushing it to his throat, Simon
felt the acrid smell of the man's genitals. Otto, keeping the boy's head
still, started to fuck his mouth with a rapid going and coming. "Suck,
move tongue!" the man commanded. Simon obeyed. "So, good." the man
satisfied said, continuing to piston in his mouth.

Simon thought he had to make the man cumm fast, the faster he cummed,
the sooner he could be free. He sucked with all his skill, caressing and
kneading his heavy ballsack, working the rod with his tongue, to give
the maximum enjoyment to the man. And in a short while the soldier
vibrated like a violin string and sprout strong jets directly inside the
boy's throat. Simon swallowed all the warm creme of the man with big
gulps.

Otto slipped out from the boy's mouth, and put it back in his trousers.
Simon stood up, brushing away the dust from his trousers knees. Otto
said, satisfied: "Yes, you good. Like woman, yes. When Manfred again
sentinel, Otto comes, yes? You make enjoy friend Otto."

Simon went to thoroughly rinse his mouth with fresh water, to put from
his mouth the rather tart taste. Then he went back to the wardrobe room.
He wished that these two soldiers didn't spread the rumour - he didn't
want to became everybody's prostitute, in the barrack. When he met
Alfred he told him. The man laughed and said: "No, but my friend Kurt...
I tell just to my friend Kurt. He and then stop, is good?"

"I'll rather not..." the boy wailed.

"Just my friend Kurt. He kind. Und he my good comrade. You do just also
Kurt, then Alfred und Otto. Then stop, my word. Good?"

"All right. But then really nobody else, please."

"Yes, you no prostitute, you good boy. Then stop, good?"

That evening, when Simon was again with Manfred, as soon as they
undressed, the boy wanted suck his lover. He never felt the young man's
taste and now he wanted to taste it, almost to forget Otto's. He made
Manfred lie on his mattress, crouched between his legs and started to
lick, to suck  with passion - how different it was! He loved that man,
and his member. He liked feeling it shudder inside his mouth, it was not
a strangers body like that of Otto.

Manfred was shuddering: "Oh, Simon... how good... you drive me crazy,
so... I didn't dare ask you..."

"Why, Love? If you desired it, you only had to ask me."

"I didn't know if you liked that..."

"For you I would do anything, you know it. Anything! Because I love you,
you know it." the boy said with passion.

"Then, turn round, I too want to do it to you." the young man murmured
excited, pulling to him the boy's pelvis.

They united in a passionate sixty-nine, sucking each other, and Simon
could forget Otto and the others. They made love, for a long time,
sucking on each other in a ring of pleasure. And when finally Manfred
let go his load of cream, Simon tasted it, savoured it - it was sweet,
it was the taste of his man. The boy was intoxicated and freed himself
of his sperm between his Manfred's lips, and the soldier drank all
greedily.

"It's so fine, Simon." Manfred sighed turning round on the bed and
embracing him. He kissed him and said, happy: "I love you so much. And
now... now I also know your taste."

"And I yours. I like it."

"You taste manly, you are my male. Your body is becoming more and more
adult and beautiful. When the war will be over, will you came to live
with me?"

"It would be great... but will ever this war have an end?"

"Well, it will end, for sure. Then, will you come to live with me?"

"Yes, you and I, alone, and always together."

"I love you so much."

"Me too, Manfred. Hold me strongly. I need to feel I am yours."

Before, it never had been a burden for him to have several men with
which to have sex, on the contrary... But now it was different. Now,
only Manfred existed for him. Having to satisfy others, was hard for
him. Even if he repeated to himself that it was just sex, just a
physical thing, without any meaning, he would have preferred not to
undergo these services. Above all he was bothered at being forced to do
it.

When Manfred was again on sentinel duty, on the night shift, during
supper Kurt whispered to Simon: "After, I can find you in wardrobe,
right?"

Simon looked at the others at their table asking himself if they
overheard, understood, but beside Alfred who winked at him, the others
seemed not to have heard. So he lightly nodded yes. Kurt smiled and, he
too, winked at him. But Simon didn't want Kurt to take him in the bed
that witnessed his love for Manfred. He asked himself where he could
take Kurt. Perhaps in the store room. Or better in the laundry. Alfred
at times took him amongst the hanging sheets like the first time, at
times behind the tall basins, on all fours. Otto instead always took him
in the store room, but a couple of time he made Simon give him head in
the cellar, near the hot water boilers.

When Kurt arrived, Simon was still considering where to take him. The
soldier greeted him then said: "Says Alfred that I and you can do that
things. Is true?" he asked almost embarrassed.

"Yes it is true. But where?" the boy asked.

"I... I like you. You very beautiful boy. You made me think to boy I had
in Dresden."

"Did you have a boyfriend?" Simon asked astounded - the others always
talked about women, it was the first time somebody admitted to prefer
his own gender.

"Yes, his name Damian. I very loved him. He eighteen. But he now
sailor."

"Do you miss him?" Simon asked.

"Not know if he alive, if he good health... You very beautiful. Alfred
know I love boys and... Alfred says you Manfred boy. But you kind also
with him and perhaps with me. True?"

"Alfred says that if I am not available to you, he will report us to the
captain, and I don't want to lose Manfred." Simon said.

"Then you prefer not do with me. I understand. I not want pressure you,
also if I like you."

"Thank you Kurt. But if Alfred knows that, he will report us,
therefore... where can we go?"

"No, I not want, that way..." the soldier said, shaking several times
his head.

"It doesn't make much difference, at his point. And you, at least, are
honest. With you I could even do it. Where can we go?"

"You real accept do it with me?" the man asked, scrutinising him almost
as if he wanted to read inside his head.

"But yes... where?"

"I... I think... you come with me?"

"Yes..."

He followed the soldier. Kurt was in charge of the officers' mess. He
took the boy to the cellar, and with a key he opened the larder of the
officers' mess. Vintage wines, Parma hams, all sort of good things, a
smell to raise the dead. Kurt locked the door.

The soldier spread on the floor some empty sacks: "Here, here is safe.
But really you want?"

"Yes..." the boy sincerely answered.

Kurt embraced him, kissed him, caressing him between his legs: "You
sweet, Simon. Kurt desire Simon..."

This time Simon was getting aroused - that man's gentleness was touching
him. He caressed at his tour the soldier, in an intimate way: "Undress
me, Kurt, and undress yourself..."

The man smiled grateful and started to undress the boy, caressing and
kissing him all over his body. The boy abandoned himself - it was not
Manfred, sure, but it was al least agreeable. This man's body was not
beautiful like Manfred's, was somewhat stocky, but was not bad.

"What did you do with your boy? Tell me, how did he make you enjoy? I
want to do the same..."

"He... Damian sucked me, then I took him..." the man murmured, visibly
excited.

Simon knelt in front of him and started to lick and suck his turgid,
firm member, while the man caressed his hair and his back: "Oh Simon,
you very good, you like my Damian... oooh, ya... good..." the man
moaned. After a while he pulled up the boy and kissed him in his mouth,
caressing his genitals. "Kurt can take Simon, now?" he asked in a
whisper.

Simon turned offering himself to the man. Kurt didn't take him at once,
but first brushed for a while the tip of his member between the boy's
buttocks, teasing his hole. Meanwhile he caressed, excited, the boy's
chest and genitals. Then he started to penetrate him, slowly, almost
afraid to hurt him. Simon felt him entering, slipping inside. The man's
member was thinner but longer than that of Manfred. The man moved it
skilfully, evidently careful to give pleasure also to the boy.

"Oh, Simon, is good do this with you, very good." the man panted, prey
of a strong pleasure, "I paid once nice boy, but no so good. You
special. Manfred lucky."

Simon was feeling a stronger and stronger pleasure, and when the man
named Manfred, he felt guilty. He liked Kurt. Not as much as Manfred,
sure. It was different, sure, but he liked him. It was not love as he
felt for Manfred, it was just pleasure, but the pleasure was not just
physical, and that made the boy feel guilty. With Alfred and Otto there
was not even pleasure, it was more easy to stand them. But Kurt was
gentle, passionate, was not fucking him, was making love to him. The man
was taking him with incredible gentleness, even if he moved inside him
with no less virility than Alfred, with no less passion than Otto.

When Kurt came inside him, kissing his neck, also the boy moaning
emptied himself into the warm and sweet hand of the soldier, with strong
jets. They remained still for some instants, while Kurt caressed his
chest and belly. Then they parted.

While they were dressing, Kurt saw the thoughtful expression of Simon:
"What have you boy? what think?"

"I feel guilty in front of Manfred. With Alfred and Otto I didn't enjoy,
but I did with you, I liked you."

"I understand... you love Manfred, true?"

"Yes, I love him. And he loves me."

"I understand. Perhaps I wrong to take you. But I desired you much
and... You forgive Kurt?"

"You are sweet, Kurt. If I didn't have Manfred, I would like you very
much. I like you very much. But I love Manfred."

"I... I happy made love with you. But I not do again if you fell bad. I
respect your sentiment."

"Anyway... I have to do it with Alfred and Otto. Why not with you? At
least, you are kind and good hearted."

Things were turning bad for the German army. The retreat started. At
first they were just talking about strategic withdrawal, but soon it was
evident to everybody that it was a real retreat. Partisans were becoming
more and more daring and dangerous. Also the soldiers of the barrack
where Simon worked, had to abandon the old school to start the retreat.
They all were busy loading the war material and the provisions on the
trucks and to destroy all the could not bring with them.

Manfred told Simon: "Hard days, dangerous days are facing us. It will be
possibly better if you remain here, with your people."

"No! I don't want to part from you! You are my people, at this point. I
don't want them. I come with you."

"I too would like not to lose you, but... You know that partisans are
merciless with French people who were on our side. You risk lot more
than us soldiers, if it happens we fall in the partisans' hands. I don't
want they hurt you."

"I don't want to leave you. Moreover, you are more than one hundred,
well armed. What can the Partisans do to you? All will be fine, you'll
see. I want to come with you."

"I don't know if the captain will allow you..."

"I'll go to talk with him." the boy resolute said, "You come to
interpret for us."

When they were in front of the captain, Simon said: "Captain, I served
you with devotedness."

"Yes it is true, you have been a perfect dependant. Do you want a prize,
now? Money?"

"No, captain. I want to come with you."

"You are a civilian, and moreover French."

"Captain, here in town everybody knows I worked for you. If I remain
here, as soon as your last car leaves the quarter, they will kill me.
Take me with you, I beg you. I can still be useful, I think, anyway not
a burden. I will eat very little, I will not bother you. Please..."

"My men were happy of your work. You could... help the cook, and so free
a soldier from that duty... I will think about that, I will give you an
answer."

"If you don't want me with you, it is better you kill me, like things
you cannot bring with you. It will be less bad that being killed by the
partisans." Simon insisted with determined voice. Manfred, tense,
translated. Then said something in German to the captain. The man
answered nodding and said something.

"The captain says that it is all right. For the moment you can come with
us." Manfred said, visibly relieved.

"Thank you captain. I will not be a burden, I swear." Simon said smiling
happy.

They left the town. Simon got on the truck where also Manfred, Alfred,
Kurt and Otto were. The long convoy left the town at dawn. The streets
were desert, the window closed. The locals, from behind the shutters,
spied with joy and relief the convoy going away. But the enemy was still
strong, could still come back soon, and with prudence nobody showed his
sentiments.

The retreat was slow and long. Partisans attacked, hitting fast, rapidly
disappearing, provoking damages not serious but continuous to the
convoy. While the German column was crossing at mid speed a garrisoned
bridge, there was a terrible bellow and the bridge blew up. Three trucks
and a jeep blew up with the bridge, and the column was cut in two. The
captain's jeep and the truck with Simon had already crossed. The captain
was furious. He asked who controlled the bridge before crossing it. The
responsible group turned out to be one of those who blew up with the
bridge. The captain sent via radio to the part of the convoy that was
still on the other side, to follow the river towards the valley to find
next bridge or a ford to unite again with the column head. They would
follow the other bank until their reunion. The group who could cross the
river before the explosion was composed of about forty-five men, about
twenty died on the bridge, and about thirty-five were in the group who
had still to cross.

As the captain feared, the partisans attacked again and again the convoy
on the other bank, and the captain, powerless, saw the column diminish
little by little. Then, during the night, from the other bank came the
noise of several explosions, then bursts of machine-gun fire. All lasted
about three hours. Then, the silence. Next morning, at down, a thick
black smoke was rising from the remainders of the column on the other
bank, and no movement was seen. The captain looked for long time with
his binocular. In that point the river was too swift to try to cross it
without a water craft. After exploring up and down with his binocular
the other bank, not seeing any sign of life, the captain gave order to
resume the march.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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