Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 15:34:45 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Ricardo 09/14 (relationships)

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RICARDO
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on June 2, 2002
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Randhir

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"RICARDO" 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, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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Chapter 9 - MY NEPHEW

It was the period when my relationship with Ricardo was beginning, but
we still didn't express in words our love for each other, and he didn't
still come to live with me. This was two years ago. I still had the
feeling that I represented for Ricardo just an agreeable parenthesis to
open from time to time, I was feeling that I was too old for him; I met
him quite seldom, therefore at times I went to the park to look for an
adventure to soothe my solitude and my desire.

Besides in that period, I was not at all a regular at the park, I never
really liked to cruise, but for some months, about once a week, I
started to attend it, at least partially gratified by those easy and
mostly anonymous adventures.

I reached the park and slowly entered carefully looking around to single
out a searching shadow like me, a soul in distress who wanted, for a few
minutes or a few hours to share with me his desire. I liked that park
because I heard that is was different to the other cruise places, there
were no hustlers. I crossed a couple guys who did not interest me, and
who were not interested in me. I went deeper into the park.

Almost at its centre there is a small lake and, near it, a kind of
rotunda hidden between trees and bushes, with a kiosk that in day-time
and in the good season sells coffee and drinks; the rotunda so becomes a
kind of agreeable and fresh extension of the coffee shop. At night time,
instead, it becomes a convenient meeting point, as the place is barely
lit by a unique central lamp. You can come across other hunters or preys
and cruise, and had thick bushes where a couple can withdraw.

It was deserted. I thought that possibly it was too early, and checked
my watch - it was eleven p.m. I decided to do another tour of the park
and go back there later, when somebody entered the rotunda. From the
silhouette and the gait it made me think it had to be a youth. I waited.
He was walking towards me. He passed in front of me and I threw him a
glance - he was rather appealing. He should be in his twenties, an
expression of an outskirts hoodlum, but more of somebody who wants you
to think he is a bully than of as real one. Very tight jeans and
generously full under its fly. He threw me a serious glance and passed
by me. I possibly was not his type, I thought with some regret. But the
boy, after a few steps, stopped near the bushes, turned towards me
staring at me.

I then drew near him and said, "Hi!"

"Hi!" he answered.

"Are you waiting for somebody?"

"No, not reallyÉ" he answered, and looked at me, serious.

I then asked him, "Do you feel likeÉ doing something together?"

"What?" he asked.

"I like quite everythingÉ besides the sado-maso. And you?"

"Do you take it in your mouth?" he asked.

Usually nobody uses that expression, I thought, but nodded.

"Come." he said and entered the bushes.

It was like if no places were good to him - I would have stopped already
four or five times. He evidently wanted a more secluded place, possibly
he didn't want to be seen, spied on, I thought, and followed him.

"Here." he said and stopped. He opened his jeans, took it out, "Go on,
make me enjoy." he said, always serious.

I bent down and complied, hoping he will warm up a little - he possibly
was just shy. I had just started to give him head when I heard a rustle.
I looked and saw another big boy, with a black leather jacket, coming
towards us with a cheeky smile on his face.

"He's just a friend, go on. He just wants to amuse himself a little."
the boy I had followed said, seizing my head and trying to force me to
restart my service.

That domineering gesture took me back of years, and upset me. I stood up
and said, "I came here for you, not for him." and made as if to walk
away.

But that boy seized my arm, and his friend who came near us the other
arm and said, "Where do you think your going, shitty faggot?!"

I was about to violently react, when three more boys, who evidently were
hidden there waiting for us, came out and the boy with the black leather
jacket took out a knife pointing it at my throat.

One of the newcomers, who had to be their boss, went in front of me
looking at me with scorn, "Hey, faggot! Piece of shit!" he said to me,
then, addressing to the bait boy, asked him, "What does this one like to
do?"

The other boy for the first time smiled, but it was a really unpleasnant
smile. "Everything, that he says, except sado-maso."

"Ah, good, this time we got one who likes everything, boys! That's good,
isn't it? But why not some sado-maso too, boys?" He then looked again at
me and said, "As a starter you will make us five enjoy, then the others
that are watching. That's good, isn't it? We will make our jizm come out
also from your ears, filthy queer."

I said nothing, I understood that they were just looking for a pretext
to bash me - I could feel it. They would possibly bash me all the same,
I thought, anywayÉ

The boss said to me, "Undress, piece of shit. Naked!"

I didn't move.

"Undress or else we will tear your clothes into rags." he said taking
out a jack knife and making it go off.

I started to slowly undress.

"Hurry up!" the boss barked at me. After a while he added, "Naked I
said. Off with the socks too!" and laughed.

I couldn't do anything - they were five, armed, besides the others on
watch around there.

When I was naked, they made me go on all fours. The gravel under my
hands and knees were hurting. And without any gentleness, they fucked
me, one in front and the other back.

A third one picked up my belt and started to lash my back, "Go on,
slave, make them come!"

The first one, at my back, came, stood up and another took his place.

The boss said to that one who just finished, "Go to stand on for Nico."

Also the one who fucked me in the mouth came and the boss ordered
another to take his place then said to that one to stand on forÉ Picc"!
I told myself that who knows how many Picc"s there are in town, that it
is not possibleÉ while the new two are violently tossing on me and
another went on to lash me on my back methodically and ferociously.

I then heard a voice I knew even too well shouting, "The police! The
police!"

My assailers disappeared fast like lightning, leaving me there, naked,
trembling, and aching.

But I felt above all shocked by three things - Picc", his voice and,
when I turned after the alarm shout, the glimpse of an arm with a gold
bracelet that I know even too well. I realized I was bleeding. I was
beaten, aching, embittered, in despair - even Picc"! This was what ached
me above all. I dressed up. I didn't want to meet the police in those
conditions. I left the bushes going towards the rotunda - it was
deserted. I left that place, crossed the park, and went back home.

My shirt and vest were soaked with blood. I needed to have a shower,
then to dress my wounds in one way or another. The shower would burn,
but I thought it was better to take it. The blood stained also my
trousers and underpants. I was about going under the shower, when I
heard the doorbell ring. Picc"! I thought at once. I quickly wore a
bathrobe and went to open the door, feeling the blood pulsate at my
temples with rage, and my stomach squeeze in pain.

I found in front of me Ricardo, beautiful, smiling, delightful. For a
moment I felt just melting, and he did as entering and asked, "Am I
disturbing you?"

"I didn't wait for youÉ" I answered, torn, but at once I decided I had
to send him away - I didn't want him to see me in those conditions.

He looked at my bathrobe and hesitantly asked, "You aren't alone?"

"That's so." I lied, grateful he gave me the good excuse to send him
away, but at the same time a thought blocked me, "but in this way I'm
risking to lose him completely, and I don't want that".

I was thinking how to resolve the problem, when I saw his eyes widen,
becoming round, and he said, pointing behind me, "What's that?"

I turned to look and saw the bundle of my vest and shirt I let in front
of the bathroom door, stained with blood. And while I turned even though
just a little, Ricardo saw the bloodstains that were wetting my bathrobe
on my back.

He then entered decidedly and asked, "What's happening? Who do you have
with you? What happened?"

He was troubled, alarmed, I understood that I couldn't do anything else
but tell him the truth. "Come in, Ricardo. There is nobody with me." I
said.

He shut the door behind him, lightly touching my bathrobe he asked
again, "But what's happening? This is blood!"

"Yes, don't worry - nothing irreparable." and I told him everything,
including my suspect-certainty that in the group of hoodlums alluring
gay people, raping and bashing them, and surely also robbing them was
also my favourite nephew.

Ricardo wanted to wash and to treat me and I had to let him do that. I
felt grateful for his help and even more just for his presence. He was
really gentle; he almost seemed like a professional nurse. He treated
me, and then made me lay on my bed on my belly.

He sat near me and, caressing my arm, gently asked me, "What need do you
have to go around for adventures? And mishaps?"

"I don't know." I answered, unable to tell him - because I miss you!

"A splendid man like youÉ" he resumed saying.

"Stop it." I said.

"No, it's not me who has to stop it, it's you!"

"I'm an adult man!" I answered back, not to say him - I need you!

He said, "No, you aren't an adult man - it's months that I'm waiting for
you to decide to tell me thatÉ what you have to tell me. You need me,
and this night you are just showing me that I'm right."

"I need you?" I asked him, telling myself he was perfectly right, then
asked him, "But you?"

"And I of you, of course. But I didn't go around looking for others. How
silly you are - I love you, is it possible that you didn't understand
it?"

"You love me?" I asked him feeling disbelief and exalted at once. "No, I
didn't understand itÉ You never showed it to meÉ" I complained.

"I didn't want to be a burden to you, I didn't want toÉ jump on you. But
why do you think I searched for a job here in town? To be nearer to you,
to have more time with you. I have been wrong, I had to instead jump on
you to make you realise this and thus making you avoid all ofÉ of this.
But enough is enough. From this night on I will be here with you.
Tomorrow morning I will call your work place and tell them you are ill.
We have to find a doctor to get a sick note. I will go and fetch my
things to..." he said, then stopped, looked at me and asked, "but you
agree, don't you?"

I did more than agree, I was exultant, but said, "What can you do with
me? I'm so much older than you. What can I give you?"

He stared at me and asked, "Aren't you in love with me?"

"Yes, I amÉ"

"And don't you want me here with you?"

"It would be wonderfulÉ"

"It will be wonderful!"

"Thank you."

But the question "Picc"" was gnawing at me, tormenting me. The day after
I had some fever and Ricardo didn't want me to move. He called Marcello
who came, visited me, tended me and thanked  Ricardo for what he did for
me, and wrote down a medical certificate for my job - intestinal
congestion with fever; two weeks of sick leave.

Marcello was kind; when I explained to him what happened to me, he
caressed me and said, "It's a little also the fault of us so-called
right-minded straight people, who force you to meet each others in those
dangerous placesÉ"

The following evening I decided to go to my brother's house. I did not
know how to face Picc", what to say to him, but I was determined to face
him. I had just to take him out of his home; I didn't want to kick up a
row in front of his family not only not to reveal to my brother my
homosexuality, but just because I wasn't sure I wanted his parents to
know about their son, about the nice champion they had grown up! I was
in part also blaming my brother and his contempt for the gay and other
people. Who knows if Picc" was also implicated in the assaults that for
a couple years were happening against the immigrants, especially the
Arab ones?

Tana opened the door, and greeted me with her usual affection.

Trying to put on a merry voice, I asked, "Is Picc" home?"

"No, that boy just comes for supper, eats and hurries out again, you
know how he is. Do you want to stay with us for supper?"

"No, thank you. I wanted to invite him out to supperÉ"

"Ha, you always spoil him! Well, I'm glad, I hope he will go out with
you. Since yesterday he's been acting weird, I'm afraid he got into some
trouble."

"Ah, really?" I asked and for the first time I did no attempt to
minimize my concern as I had done in the past, I was now aware. "And
why?" I asked her.

"I don't know, he's so nervousÉ If the doorbell rings he gives a start
and looks as ifÉ like ifÉ like if he were afraid it could be the
police!" she said, really worried.

"Well, I'll try to understand, even though I'm not sure I can." I
promised her. I then said, "I'll go to wait for him in his room. When he
comes don't tell him I'm here. I want to surprise him."

Tana smiled. "All right." she said.

I went to Picc"'s room. And for the first time I went to rummage in his
things. Nothing special, just the usual mess of a teenager. A box of
condoms hidden inside a chocolate box, then a tin box. I opened it.

Three first-class watches, two expensive almost new valets, a silver
cigarette case, four gold ringsÉ I slipped everything into my pockets,
closed the tin box and put it back to its place, empty. I then went to
the wall, tore down the poster with the swastika, folded it up and also
tucketed it into my pocket. I went on searching. I found a jack knife,
identical to one with which I had been menaced just two nights before. I
put into my pockets also and I then heard he was entering the apartment.

"Hi!" he shouted.

When he entered his room I was sitting on the edge of his bed, he would
not see me when he opened the door. In fact he closed it, turned and
went pale - if I still needed a proof, he just gave it to me.

"Hi, Picc". I came to have a chat with you. I said to your mother I
wanted to invite you out for supper. Come."

I didn't ask him, I ordered him. He remained there standing still,
staring at me; he seemed a wax statue. I stood up and went towards the
door.

"Come!" I ordered him again, passing in front of him.

"YesÉ" he said with an almost imperceptible voice.

"We are going, Tana!" I shouted from the corridor.

From the kitchen she shouted back, "All right, amuse yourselves!"

"Yes, we will for sure amuse ourselves, this evening. Thank you!" I
answered with a perverse pleasure.

When we were on the street, he asked me, "Were are we going?"

"To my place."

In fact I asked Ricardo to go to the movies so that I could be alone
with my nephew.

"All right." Picc" said.

I didn't have my bike, so we took a taxi - I was in hurry. We didn't
talk at all during the trip to my apartment and. He was staring at his
hands.

"So, then?" I asked him when we sat in the living room.

He didn't look at me, he didn't answer.

"So, then?" I asked again in a higher tone.

Nothing.

"So, then!" I almost yelled, giving a punch on the table.

He gave a start and looked at me, scared.

I then noticed his gold armband, "Take it away!" I said, pointing at it.

He took it off and put it on the table. I let it there. My anger burst
out, I seized him by his shirt and started to slap him.

"Do you regret that your turn didn't come? Do you? What would you have
liked best, putting it in my mouth or in my arse? What? Do you want to
try it now? But now you haven't your knife, have you?" I asked leaving
him, took out of my pocket his knife and made it click open. Piercarlo
shuddered but didn't move. "With this you all feel strong, don't you?
Aren't you feeling strong? Aren't you feeling proud? Powerful? Macho?
What are you feeling? But it wasn't you who came to lure me in your
trap, right? You sent an accomplice, because you are a coward! You are a
bastard and a coward!"

"I didn't want toÉ I didn't know that youÉ that they took you. Really.
When I recognised youÉ gosh, I would have died, uncle, I swear! That's
why I shouted out that the police had arrived, I didn't want them to
hurt you!" he said and started to sob.

He didn't move me. On the contrary, I was feeling even more furious than
before.

I took away my jacket, my shirt and made him look at my back all
bandaged, then went to take my vest and shirt stained with blood and
threw them to his face, "You didn't want them to hurt me, right? And
this? And this?" I yelled.

"I didn't know it was youÉ"

"And what does that have to do with it, bastard? What has it to do? If I
were another man, you could fuck his arse, you could thrash him to
blood, rob him? What's the difference if it was I or another man? Where
is the difference, fucking bastard? Should I thank you because you said
there was the police? If you recognised me before, you would have said -
not him, he's my uncle, let's bash another guy? Let him be bashed by
another gang of gay bashers? I despise you, Picc". I despise you! I
don't hate you, no, you don't deserve either my hate!"

He sobbed and sobbed.

I pulled out all the things I took in his tin box, "And these, are they
your hunting trophies? How many did you rape then rob? How many? How
many?"

He didn't answer and I was seized again by fury, I tugged him, I beat
him yelling ten, twenty times "How many?" until I left him and he fell
onto the floor, shaken by sobs.

He moaned, "Forgive me, uncle, forgive me!"

"Forgive you? Do you think you can get off so cheaply? Oh no! No, no and
no!"

"Punish me, anythingÉ but forgive meÉ" he sobbed.

"No!" I answered, furious.

He took out his shirt, vest, pulled out his belt and gave it to me,
"Thrash me as much as you want, thrash me!"

"And then?" I asked him, sarcastic, "And then? What should I do, then?
Should I rape you? Should I come on your mouth? What?"

"All you want, uncle, but forgive me!"

I looked at him and felt cool down all my rage, sudden as it came
before. I pitied him, commiserated him. I took him by his arm and made
him sit again on the chair. His body was shaken by sobs. I sat also, and
let his belt fall on the floor.

"What can we do, at this point?" I asked, dejected, "At this point the
evil is done. Also if I threshed you to the blood, at this point the
evil is done. How many did you thrash in that way?"

"I don't knowÉ"

"You don't know! Did you lose the count? My god, how much disgusting you
are, Picc"."

"NoÉ" he moaned.

"Yes, Picc", yes - disgusting! Do you think you are so much better than
we faggots, to thrash us? After having fucked our arses before robbing
us?"

"NoÉ" he repeated shaking his head, without daring to look at me.

"Good Lord, I should report you, send you all to jail!"

"If you want, but forgive me!" he repeated.

"But why? Why? Why?" I asked him, feeling my heart torn apart for the
enormity of what he he been doing, possibly for years!

"BecauseÉ becauseÉ because the faggot is me, uncle! Me, do you
understand? Me!"

I looked at him nonplussed, "You, Picc"? No, I don't understand."

"I was seventeen, it happened two years ago. I was with my friends, the
brother of our boss, a boy of sixteenÉ I liked him. I tried with him and
heÉ he said to stop and told it to his brother. They seized me,
immobilized me, and asked - are you a faggot? No, I said. Then
demonstrate itÉ All started in that way, uncleÉ"

"And you, to avoid being thrashed, you thrashed people that had nothing
to do with you? What a coward!" I said, "This doesn't justify you at
all, don't you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Are you sure you are gay?" I then asked him.

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Three years."

"Did you ever have sex with a man?"

"BesidesÉ never."

"And with women?" I asked him remembering his condoms box.

"Yes, with the gang. AfterwardsÉ we all go to whores."

"And you?"

"I too. If I didn't it would be like saying I'm a faggot."

"But do you like it?"

"No."

"And fucking your victims?"

"No."

"So, then, why you do it?"

"I can't step back, at this point." he said, dejectedly.

"Why can't you? When you go out of here, then, you will go on?"

"No, noÉ butÉ"

"So, then, what do you think to do?"

"I don't know."

"If they didn't take me, you would have continued!" I said, embittered.

"I don't knowÉ I wanted to stop, I swear, but didn't have the strength."

"And now?"

"NowÉ I fear I still haven't it."

"So, then?"

"Help me, uncle!"

"Shouldn't you have asked me for help some three years ago? Or two years
ago? Isn't it too late, now?"

"Uncle, pleaseÉ"

I felt like seeing again the Picc" little kid, I felt an unlimited
tenderness and felt the impulse to embrace him, to cuddle him, but I
didn't.

"UncleÉ" he moaned again and for the first time he raised his head and
looked in my eyes, and in his I saw a deep despair that made me feel
pain.

"Fucking shit, aren't you aware of what you did?"

"Now I amÉ"

"Only because you took me?"

"Also before, a little, butÉ  but I justified myself, tried to justify
myself."

"Your mother told me that she had the feeling that yesterday you were
waiting for the police."

"No, I was waiting for you. I knew you would come. I hoped you would
come."

"Why didn't you come here? I too, that night, was waiting for youÉ but
possibly you went to whores with your friends to celebrateÉ didn't you?"

"No, I went back home. I couldn't sleepÉ"

"I neither could sleep, that night, Picc"."

"I don't want to see them any more. I don't want to do it any moreÉ"

"It's up to you." I said him.

"But three are my work mates and one is our neighbourÉ How can I do?"

"Picc", do you want to grow up, once for all? To become a man? Assume
your responsibilities, if you really want me to forgive and to esteem
you again."

"I understand."

"Mend your ways, Picc", as long as you have time!"

"I'll try, uncle."

"No! No I'll try - you have to change, fucking hell!" I exclaimed.

"I don't know if I'm ableÉ"

"Then, never show up in front of me, until you determined to change. You
raped me, Picc", even if you didn't touch at me. I would like to forgive
you, but it depends only on you."

He went back home. I put his knife, the gold armband, the poster, and
the stolen goods in a box, waiting for the evolution of the question. I
really hoped he could find the strength to draw out - if the violence I
had undergone had at least that result, it would have been worth.

Ricardo came back home and I told him everything.

"He will come out of it, my love, you will see." he said,
self-assuredly.

In bed we didn't make love - I was way too shattered. He caressed me
until I fell asleep in his arms. Four days elapsed, during which I was
feeling bad, not so much for my wounded back, but for Picc", because I
loved him too much. Then just as Ricardo left for work, I got a call and
it was Tana.

"Last night Piercarlo had been attacked by a gang of hoodlums. They beat
him badly, they stole everything he had, and they even tore his clothes
to piecesÉ he's now in the hospital! What world are we living in?" she
said.

"Did he report them?" I asked.

"He says he doesn't know who they are, but of course he had to report
the fact, as he got to the hospital. Sergio cannot leave the bar, I'm
calling you from the hospital."

I asked her what hospital he was in and I flew there.

Tana was in the corridor. "The nurses are tending to him. They sent me
out because I could not stop crying. Poor Piercarlo, how badly they hurt
him!"

When we were allowed to go into the room, I was shocked - Picc" was all
plasters, bandages even on one eye, and the little that we could see of
his skin was dark bluish, The only open eye looked at me and I knew he
was still asking me for forgiveness.

"Tana, go back home, I can stay here. Go home and prepare the meal for
Sergio, I can stay here also all the day long."

"Yes, thank you. I will come later to pass the nightÉ"

"It's not necessary, MumÉ" Picc" groused.

Tana went away; I took a chair and sat at his bedside. I took his hand
under the sheet and felt that his hand was also bandaged.

"Can you talk?" I asked him.

"Yes, uncle."

"You can tell me the truth - what happened?"

He went to look for his friends and told them he would never again go
with them. They asked him why, they said he couldn't step back if he
wasn't a faggot. And then he said them, "But I am a faggot and don't
want to be part of your dirty, filthy games any more." They then seized
him, dragged him into the garage of one of them, and all eight of them
raped him for hours, then bashed him badly as they did with the others,
then threw him onto the street while telling him that if he reported
them, they would take revenge on his family. "Your old man's bar will be
the first to blow in air." they told him. Therefore he said he didn't
know who attacked him, and neither that he had been raped.

"Now that I underwent it, uncle, I understand what I did, I really
understand. And I'm so sorry, and what they did to me should have been
multiplied for all the times I did it to the othersÉ" he said, and
cried.

I caressed him.

"Will you forgive me, uncle?" he begged me.

How not to forgive him? But I said, "You have to do one more thing - you
have to report them. Even if doing so you will be involved. As clearly
they will tell you were one of them. You have to tell the whole truth to
your father, and then report them. I know it will be hard, but I think
you have to do so. You have to stop them, to make them all pay."

"Yes, uncle, if you want. But stay near me, please."

"Of course, Picc", now more than ever. You are always my favourite
nephew." I whispered, moved.

He cried, but this time quietly, in relief.

I went to see Stefano to ask him if he knew a good lawyer for my nephew,
and told him what happened. I told him I was ready to spend all my
savings. He directly called a lawyer, one of his gay friends, a rather
famous one who said he was happy to take care of my nephew's case. And,
after examining the question and as it was Stefano who had asked him, he
told me I would have to pay only for the procedural expenses, as he
would not emit the note of counsel's fees.

When Sergio and Tana came to know the truth about Picc", they were
deeply shocked.

As I had guessed, my brother Sergio said to his son, "I love you; if you
need me you have just to askÉ but look for a place for yourself."

Fatherly love! Tana wasn't able to change his mind. I told Picc" not to
worry - he could come to live with me, if my lover agreed. Differently I
would help him to find another place. Ricardo agreed at once.

Picc" reported all his mates, and handed over to the police all the
stolen goods I had found in his room. All the boys were sentenced, also
because I and several other victims, as they read the news on the media,
came to testify against them. But thanks to his lawyer Picc", as he was
a first offender, and helped the justice to catch all the others, was
the only one who got probation, and didn't do even a single day of
prison, not even before the trial, as he was in the hospital. The lawyer
used also his clinical records to have the justice scales bend in his
favour.

After the trial Picc" said to me, "I went out of it even too easily,
uncle. Thank you."

It took almost two months to have all the signs of the fierce bashing he
had undergone to disappear.

We settled Picc" in our living room on a sofa bed. He changed his work
as his work-mates despised him for what he did. We are well with Picc"
with us, and we are planning, to find a bigger apartment. Picc" and
Ricardo became great friends. My nephew is shyly starting to live his
sexuality in a serene way.

Ah - and I gave back to Picc" the gold armband.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10

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