Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2005 06:34:54 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Who has to forgive - chapter 4/9 (Young Friends)

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WHO HAS TO FORGIVE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written the 2nd of February, 1993
translated by the author English
text kindly revised by
David

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"WHO HAS TO FORGIVE" 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 4

A ROSE AND A HEART

Suddenly Antonello noticed the pictures of him on the wall in front of
the bed and exclaimed, in surprise: "But that one... that's me!"

"Yes..."

"How is it that you have those pictures?"

"I shot them from the terrace with the telephoto lens. Then I printed
the best ones..."

"They're beautiful... you're good!"

"But you're a lot more beautiful! It seems to me like a dream, having
you here. May I... touch you?"

"Sure, I'd like that."

At first Roberto lightly brushed Antonello's face with his fingertips,
almost like a blind man does to take in his features, to memorize them.
Then he started to pass his hands all over the boy's body, lightly, as
if he wanted to mould his shape through his clothes, in silent homage.
When his hands gently pressed between the boy's legs, outlining
Antonello's erection, the boy quivered and let out a light, prolonged
sigh and smiled with pleasure. Roberto, who was looking into his eyes,
smiled in turn and asked in a breath full of trepidation: "Do you like
this?"

"Yes, very much... Go on, please?"

"Sure. But you do it to me, too..."

Antonello nodded and started in his turn to caress the other. They
continued for some time, without attempting to violate the boundaries
imposed by their clothes, even though they both wanted to. The quivers
of one accentuated those of the other in a silent symphony where their
bodies were the musical instruments.

Antonello leaned closer to Roberto, pushing his hardness against him,
and whispered: "Do you feel how much I desire you?"

"Yes... and me too..."

"I like feeling desired, but I also like being cuddled... I really don't
like reducing everything to a fast fuck. Before, and afterwards... I
like feeling that to the other person I'm not just a hot and welcoming
hole, and not just a hard rod... I like feeling loved... at least a
little bit."

"But I believe I'm so much in love with you!"

"Are you sorry that ... for today at least ... we're not going to do any
more?"

"No. What you want is what I want. Even just like now, it's something
special, for me."

"It's not too hard for you not to go farther?"

"No... not yet, at least."

"You... when you were thinking of me... did you also think of doing it
with me?"

"Sometimes. But often it was enough for me to just look at you. Even
just falling asleep looking at your pictures, and looking at them again
in the morning as soon as I woke up, greeted by your smile, gave me a
deep joy. And I didn't think that my dreams could come true... that I
could, one day, have you here for real, like this, in my arms."

"You are so sweet, Roberto. I think I probably needed to meet somebody
like you. Who knows, maybe you're ... my mister right? And possibly, I
am, too, for you. But did you really go ten years without making love
with anybody?"

"Yes, really."

"I... I can't resist for more than a couple of weeks, alone. At most,
three."

"Do you have a boyfriend, now?"

"No. I have a couple of friends I just have sex with. Then there's a boy
... but he doesn't matter. At first I feel satisfied, but then..."

"Are they good at making love?"

"No, not at making love, just at fucking. I never stood with them in
this way, like with you now. With them, as soon as we're alone, we
undress and wham bam, a nice fuck. And as soon as we've fucked, we get
dressed and it's all over. Really, there's not even a real friendship. I
hope you're different."

"But... I hope so, too."

"But, what? You started saying 'but'..."

"I still ask myself what you see in me to have accepted me like this."

"I haven't accepted you yet. I'm just starting to accept you. When I saw
you in the coffee shop, I must confess, I didn't think I would like
making love with you. You were handsome, but no different from a lot of
others. I started to look at you with different eyes, to feel attracted
to you, this morning, when you blushed for the first time. You were so
tender... and I could see that you wanted me, but... And so far, I like
you, I like you very much. Anyway, you're handsome, sweet, and I want to
get to know you better, to discover you little by little and. who knows
maybe something serious will develop between us."

"I really hope so..."

"Me too, Roberto. Me too."

They fell silent and again started gently caressing each other. Then
Antonello asked the time. "Oh, it's late. I have to get back..."

"Already? Do you live far from here?"

"At the orphanage."

"Are you... an orphan?"

"Yes, my parents died during the war. I was left alone."

Roberto caressed him and held him tight against himself, as if to tell
him that now he wasn't alone any more. Antonello curled against him,
grateful, since he understood the meaning of that hug. And then, in a
thin voice, he said: "I have to go back, now, unfortunately. I'm sorry.
I feel good here, with you. But I'll be back tomorrow, if you want..."

"Of course. I'll be counting the hours."

"And tomorrow... I'll tell you about me and you tell me about you.
Agreed?"

"Of course. So we can start getting to know each other."

Antonello smiled and, before parting from him, kissed him again on the
mouth, long and intimately. Then, at the door, he took Roberto's hand
between his, squeezed it and said: "Thank you Roberto... it's been
really great. I too will be counting the hours." And then ran
downstairs.

As he hurried back to the "house," Antonello felt light and happy. He
had the feeling, even if in an instinctive and confused way, that
Roberto was special, that he was lucky to have met him. Those flowers
and his curiosity brought about the encounter that was turning out to be
full of promise. While eating dinner in the "house" with his buddies,
Antonello was still happy. They noticed it and asked him if he had had a
good day at work, and got a lot of tips.

"No, just one, but a very good one!" the boy answered, thinking of his
meeting with Roberto.

Meanwhile, Roberto was eating alone in his apartment, but he didn't feel
lonely at all. Everything that had happened that day still seemed
incredible to him. He looked at the bunch of red gerberas on the table,
smiled, and told them: "Thank you!" and felt happy. Antonello was not
only really beautiful to his eyes, but was revealing an inner beauty
that radiated from his own eyes, from his gaze, from his healthy, honest
face, from his words.

The next morning Roberto was on his terrace a little before the time
that the coffee shop opened, ready with his camera. He saw the boy
coming and saw that Antonello was looking up, towards the terrace. When
Antonello saw him, too, he smiled and raised his hand in greeting, and
Roberto shot some more pictures, his heart full of joy for that smile
that was now only for him, just for him. He watched the boy disappear
towards the coffee shop. He went back inside his rooms and noticed that
the calendar on the wall still had the sheet for the previous day. So he
took it and hung it on his bedroom wall, near the boy's pictures. Then
saw the Saint Sebastian, smiled and said: "Thank you."

In the twenty-eight years of his life, he had never felt so happy...
never. The day passed, glowing, and Roberto felt that never had the
world seemed to him so wonderful!

At last four o'clock came and Roberto was already by the front door
waiting for his splendid boy to return. He heard his footsteps on the
stairs and opened the door. Antonello turned the last flight and looked
up, saw Roberto and smiled. When he reached the door, he simply said:
"Here I am!"

Roberto felt that that simple sentence was full of promises and his
heart warmed.

The boy came in and said: "Let's go to the terrace. OK?"

"Of course. Yesterday I didn't even offer you a drink... would you like
something?"

"Not for the moment... I'm with you, that is enough."

Roberto was delighted and smiled warmly at him.

"Bring a blanket out here on the terrace so we can sit close. Nobody can
see us here, and we can embrace, can't we?" Antonello suggested.

Roberto went back, got a blanket and spread it under the wisteria arbor
that was in full bloom. They sat, embraced each other, and Antonello
kissed him, then whispered: "I missed you... did you miss me?"

"So much! I did nothing but think of you, you know?"

"Me too. But now, tell me about you... everything."

Roberto began telling him. When he told him how his grandfather abused
him every night for years, Antonello caressed him gently. Then Roberto
told him about that one encounter on the shore, between the boats. Then
about his "flight" to Paris, about his coming back, about when he went
to shoot pictures of the naked boys in the small, secluded cove, and
finally about the first time he saw him.

When he finished, Antonello said: "What luck that I found a job right in
this coffee shop here downstairs. And that you noticed me..."

Then it was the boy's turn to tell him about his life, about Sebi and
the others, his experiences, his adventures. While they were talking,
they held each other tightly, caressing each other. Then Antonello told
him about the flower, the second, the third one, about his curiosity,
about their encounter, and concluded: "... and now here I am, with you!"

"Are you happy?"

"No, the word is not happy. The word is ecstatic!"

"But, could I be... as hot, strong and sweet as you need?"

"Well, I hope so. Let's try. But you, how do you want me?"

"As you are -- you surpass any fantasy!"

"Really,   Do you mean it?"

"Would you like... would you undress me, Roberto?"

"Yes..."

They slowly started to unfasten each other's clothes, pulling them off
little by little, each revealing the other's nudity and admiring,
caressing it, brushing it with small kisses. Their excitement was
growing and reciprocally strengthening, the one in resonance with the
other.

Roberto was fascinated by the boy's body, but Antonello was also
appreciating the manly, firm and lean body of his companion and,
brushing his nipples, murmured: "I like you so much..."

"You are very beautiful, not me."

"That's not true. You have a very sensual, exciting, desirable body..."

"Do you desire me?"

"Yes, but... wait, please, I don't yet want... I want to touch you more,
I want to look at you, with my eyes and with my hands..."

"I don't know how long I can resist, like this... But I'll try... I
desire you enormously..."

"Me too, I want you. But it will be even more beautiful, if we can wait,
don't you think?"

"Yes..." Roberto murmured and kissed Antonello, holding him tight
against himself.

They slid down, lying on the carpet and their limbs intertwined, their
bodies explored each other. They didn't push any farther, they
restrained themselves, contenting themselves for the moment to enjoy
each the warm proximity of each other. Roberto gently pulled away and
knelt at the boy's side.

"What is it?" Antonello asked.

"Nothing. I just want to look at you and... And if I stayed that close
to you... I don't know if I could hold back any more."

"That's so... I feel I desire you more and more, every moment. I liked
feeling your body around mine, mine around yours, and so tight that we
couldn't tell where one body ended and the other began. I feel you are
strong and hot and... So very sweet. And I desire you Roberto, I desire
you with all my strength."

And Antonello, too, knelt in front of Roberto and they started again to
caress each other's body, all over, slowly.

"I feel like I'm in paradise..." Roberto murmured.

"It's true -- the sun, the wisteria... and your beautiful manly body
near mine."

"You make me feel even manlier, you know?"

"The same for me. I like you just because you are so manly..."

"You are so incredibly beautiful..."

"It's you who give me my beauty, thanks to your desire, your affection."

"Oh, Antonello, I'm so happy. You are my happiness. I really believe I
am in love with you, you know, and that it's not only desire."

"Desire is even more beautiful when it comes from love. I too believe
something special is coming to life inside me... Real love, I believe."

"Do you know what I called you in my thoughts, before I knew you? I
called you Beloved," Roberto said.

"And if I am Beloved, then you are Lover," Antonello whispered, cupping
Roberto's genitals in his hands and gently caressing them, adding: "Do
you know that you are well shaped... I would like to kiss it..."

"To kiss it? Are you joking?"

"No, not at all. Kiss and lick it, and take it all into my mouth, and
suck it..."

"But... but isn't that... gross?"

"Not at all, on the contrary..." Antonello answered and bent over his
companion's groin and began doing what he had just said.

At first Roberto tensed, surprised, but then the pleasure he felt was so
intense that he relaxed, slid down again, lying on the blanket,
abandoning himself to the boy's efforts, enjoying those unexpected
actions. "It's beautiful..." he moaned with a sigh, and passed his
fingers through Antonello's hair, gently caressing him.

He could feel the boy's lips pressing against his rod, his tongue
tirelessly rummaging in the fold of his prepuce, on the tense glands,
and licking with loving care, sucking, moving his head up and down, and
sucking more...

"It's so beautiful..." Roberto again murmured, surrendering completely
as he felt the excitation inexorably seizing him. The boy's teeth
pressed lightly but without provoking annoyance, rather increasing the
pleasure, while Antonello's hands titillated his testicles, caressed his
thighs, his groin, his belly and sides. "It's too beautiful..." Roberto
sighed, a prey to the ecstasy.

But the boy slowly withdrew, moved upward with his face, brushing it all
over his body, until he was lying on top of him and their mouths met,
and Antonello kissed him with passion, pushing his erection against that
of Roberto. Then, pulling away from him, he caressed him and whispered:
"No more, for today... When I bring you to a point when you can no
longer hold back, then, you'll make me yours, I'll be completely yours.
And then, I too will make you mine, and so we will really be lovers.
Agreed?"

"As you wish, Antonello, as you want..."

"Are you sorry I stopped?"

"Yes... yes a little... but it's all right."

"Did you like it?"

"Couldn't you tell?"

"Yes... I could tell." Antonello answered with a cunning smile.

"I too want do that to you..." Roberto said, feeling now attracted by
his friend's member.

"Tomorrow, if you want. Today it's better to stop here."

"But I would like to embrace you some more... stay naked, please. I
would like to admire you some more."

"We have little time, I have to be back for supper, you know."

"Why don't you stay here, with me, for supper?"

"I would have to ask permission beforehand."

"Is it because of the boy you have in the house?"

"No! He doesn't matter. I'm not interested in him anymore, or in any of
my other friends, now. Now that I have you."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course! Do you doubt it?"

"No, no. And... Those two friends you meet out of the house?"

"Who, Leo and Enzo? I'm not interested in them, anymore, either."

Roberto embraced him and said: "Thank you."

Antonello too embraced him, caressed him and asked: "Kiss me again,
please... then we can get dressed."

Roberto lay on top of him, wrapped his arms and legs around him and
kissed him with passion. Their mouths united, thirsty for one another.
"God, how much I want you!" Roberto murmured.

"To take me or to be taken?"

"Both, my Beloved!"

"We will do it, my lover ... soon. I too feel a great desire for you, to
be yours and to make you mine. I think that we will do it very soon. You
are too sensual, Roberto, terribly sexy. You're not my first man, you
know, but you are the sexiest man I ever met. Even the way you look at
me is sexy. Everything about you is sensual, believe me. Do you know
that since yesterday, just thinking of you I get a hard on, even at
work? This has never happened to me with anybody else. Maybe you aren't
so especially beautiful at first glance, but you are terribly sensual.
And the more I look at you the more I think that that first glance was
wrong. And now, for instance, you seem really gorgeous to me. Maybe your
eyes... maybe your sweetness... I don't know I just know that I desire
you as I never desired anybody before. And that I want to be yours and
to make you mine..."

"Why not now..." Roberto almost begged.

"No, but very soon, I swear. Because I know that I won't be able to
resist your fascination much longer. You have conquered me, completely.
And to think that this is only the second time we've met..."

"You say that you're fascinated by me, but you... you bewitched me the
first moment I saw you and are seducing me more every minute. I would
like not to let you leave..."

"But, unhappily, I must."

"Tomorrow, at the same time?"

"Of course!"

They dressed, each looking with a kind of longing at the body of their
friend being hidden from their eyes. Then Roberto walked Antonello to
the door and, before parting, they kissed again passionately. And again
Antonello flew down the stairs, light as a dragonfly, almost as he was
afraid he wouldn't find the strength to part from the man who had
entered his life so suddenly.

Antonello was feeling a deep emotion. He couldn't believe how lucky he
was. He walked back towards the "house" feeling so lighthearted and
happy that he felt like he was floating two feet from the ground.

When he was near the house, he met Leo. "Hi, it's been a while since
we've met. How are you?"

"Very well, thank you," Antonello answered.

"Listen, I know that now it's time for you to be back, but can you come
to my place tomorrow, after work?"

"No, I've got an engagement."

"I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise? What is it?"

"Besides Enzo, Pino will come, too. You said you wanted a fourth, didn't
you? He's twenty years old, has a nice cock and ass, both fully
available. And he's very good. You'll like him, and we can have an
unforgettable orgy..."

"I can't, I told you," Antonello answered calmly.

"Then the day after tomorrow?"

"No, and not even the day after. I think you'll have to do without me
from now on..."

"Are you pulling my leg?"

"No, no, not at all! I'm falling in love, and I'm not interested in
anything else any more."

"Falling in love? You mean you have a girlfriend, now?"

"What girlfriend? He's a man."

"A man? But with a man you just fuck, you don't fall in love!"

"You don't know how wrong you are, Leo. I'm falling in love with a
special man... and him with me."

"I'll give you a few days and you'll see -- it'll pass, you'll get tired
of it. We'll meet at the coffee shop, and when you change your mind,
you'll come back to fuck with me, I promise you!"

"Do you think so? We'll see. Good bye, Leo..."

"See you soon. You'll see you'll be back with me!"

Antonello shrugged his shoulders and went into the "house."

The next day, a little before the end of his shift at the coffee shop,
Antonello asked the owner if he could leave ten minutes early that day.
The owner didn't object. Antonello changed his clothes, went to the
florist and bought a red rose with a long stem, then went to the corner
of Italia Main Street and bought a greeting card in the shape of a big
red heart, asked for a pen and signed it. Then he looked up to the
terrace and saw Roberto, looking in the other direction, toward the
coffee shop. So he ran to the street door of Roberto's house, climbed
the three flights of stairs, two at a time, and rang the bell, hiding
the rose and the card behind his back.

Roberto came to the door and looked at him, surprised: "How did you get
past me? I didn't see you coming!"

"Here, this is for you!" Antonello answered with a smile, handing him
his present.

"Come in..."

Antonello entered, closed the door after him, and embraced Roberto from
behind, putting his hands on his chest and, pulling him against himself,
letting him feel his powerful hard on. Roberto pushed back against him
and turned his head to kiss him, while Antonello slid his hand over his
belly and slipped it under his belt, until he reached his turgid member.
Roberto felt his legs yielding and leaned against Antonello's body even
more. Then the boy, still holding tight to the powerful erection, with
his other hand opened the belt and the fly and slid Roberto's trousers
down, then forced his underpants down, too. Then he opened and lowered
his own trousers and underpants. Roberto felt the boy's hard member
pressing against his buttocks and pushed back with his hips to feel it
better.

"Take me..." Roberto murmured, excited.

"No, not yet. Besides I want you to take me first... I can't resist any
more... Turn around, come on, I want to suck it a while, made it
slippery, then you take me."

"Here?"

"Yes, here, standing... I don't want to wait even a second more!"

"Me either, my Beloved!"

Roberto turned and Antonello knelt in front of him, putting his burning
lips on the young man's beautiful erect rod. He kissed, licked, and
sucked it for a long while with art, devotion, passion, until he felt
that Roberto was ready. Then he stood up and turned his back to Roberto,
offering himself. Roberto embraced him, leaned against him, but didn't
penetrate him at once. First he brushed his hard pole for a long while
against the declivity between the small, firm buttocks, teasing his
little palpitating hole, pushing against it, and when he felt Antonello
begin opening to receive him, he withdrew, beginning to tease it all
over again.

Antonello started to moan: "Take me, please... I want you in me... Take
me..."

"Wait, my Beloved. You'll get what you want, because I want it, too. But
now wait; I want to take you first to the stars..."

"Oh, shove it all inside... Go on, please! I can't resist any more..."

"No, wait... Do you feel how hard it is?"

"Oh, yes."

"It's that hard for you, you know."

"Yes..."

"And in a while I'll push all of it inside you, all the way to the
hilt..."

"Now, now, go on..."

"Do you really want me inside you?"

"Yes, can't you tell? Take me; please... make me yours... take me!"

Roberto couldn't control himself any longer and put an end to that
erotic game. He pushed and sank into Antonello's greedy, welcoming hole,
and felt like he had reached paradise. He started to withdraw, but
suddenly had to sink again completely inside the boy, as he was already
Cumming. He exploded in an incredibly strong orgasm, pushed with all his
might, holding the boy's body tight against his own, almost lifting him
from the floor, panting, and moaning, and shouting aloud all his
enjoyment.

When Antonello felt that the young man had given him all his cum to the
last drop, he slowly let him slip out, turned and kissed Roberto.

Then Roberto leaned with his palms against the corridor's wall, offering
himself to the boy: "Now, make me yours, Love!"

Antonello crouched at his back and started to lick and gently bite his
buttocks, while with skilled and delicate fingers he teased his hole.
From time to time, he put saliva on his fingers, returning it to the
hole to get it ready to receive him. He knew that for ten years, Roberto
hadn't been entered, and he thought that it was almost as if he was a
virgin again. Antonello's member, not huge but definitely not small,
could hurt Roberto, and he didn't want to cause him any harm. For that
reason, he spent a long time preparing him, until he felt that the young
man was all aquiver and that the hole was well relaxed. So then he stood
up, thoroughly wet his powerful young rod and, guiding it with his hand,
massaged and rimmed the palpitating hole with its tip.

"Take me, Antonello!" Roberto begged.

"Wait, wait... I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't care, I can't wait, and I want you all inside me!"

"Wait..."

"No..." the young man begged and pushed backwards.

The glands started to open its way into the greedy hole, and Antonello
felt a pleasurable heat invading him. Roberto pushed back harder and the
boy's stake sank a little way into him.

Antonello, in spite of all his resolution, could no longer resist his
own desire. Grasping his friend's chest, he planted his feet solidly on
the floor and moved his pelvis, pushing his hips forward and pulling the
young man to himself, and sank inside him, one hip-thrust after another,
a little more each time, and the tight hole adhered to his burning pole
like a tight fitting glove. Antonello, panting with pleasure, with
desire, pushed again with all his youthful vigor and sank completely in
his friend's hot channel, all the way to the hilt, all of his eight and
a half inches of throbbing flesh, until his testicles were tightly
pressed against Roberto's buttocks. Then both, almost in unison, exhaled
a slow and vibrating sigh.

Antonello became aware that Roberto was trembling, and misunderstood it.
Worriedly, he asked: "You are trembling. Am I hurting you?"

"No, no, my Beloved! It's the emotion. It's been more than ten years
that I've waited... waited for you!"

"And now, here I am. Do you feel me?"

"Yes, I feel you, and I love this feeling. Go on, Love, go on... Harder,
don't be afraid. Make me really feel it..."

Antonello slowly withdrew, almost half its length, and then sank again
to the hilt with a vigorous hip thrust, then out again, and to the hilt
with force. Roberto felt like he was being driven crazy with pleasure.
Those measured, reamed, relentless strokes continued rhythmic, assured,
and strong while the boy's hands slipped under the man's shirt, caressed
his chest and belly, teased his nipples, and the boy's mouth kissed and
licked his neck, his ears.

Roberto was prey to a sheer frenzy of sensations and his member, which
was starting to soften, bouncing with his testicles at each stroke of
the boy, resumed its vigor, quivered, and proudly lifted its head. It
was worth having waited ten years, Roberto confusedly thought, to be
able to experience something so beautiful.

Antonello continued to take his new friend, stroke after stroke, thrust
after thrust, and felt happy, as he could feel that Roberto really was
sweet, hot and strong, and that he was completely and fully offering
himself to him.

Then Antonello felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and, no matter how
much he tried to control himself, his rhythm became disorderly, frenetic
like that of a shying colt. Roberto felt that his friend was near his
ecstasy, could feel his breathing becoming heavy, hoarse, could feel the
sweet and warm breath against his neck, the boy's hands now franticly
roaming all over his chest and belly, and finally those hands squeezed
him strongly. Antonello pushed himself all the way inside, vibrating
strongly, like a bell, intensely quivered, trembled, and pushed, pushed,
while Roberto backed up to that frantic pushing, and the boy emptied
himself into the young man, jet after jet after jet, their bodies
interpenetrated, vibrating in unison.

When it was all over, they remained there, still, Antonello still firmly
embedded inside Roberto -- only his hold was not quite as strong.

From time to time a shudder interrupted their gradual return to quiet.
And at last, almost unwillingly, the two bodies parted. Roberto turned
around. Their eyes met and they both enjoyed the deep happiness they
read in each other's eyes.

They slowly tidied themselves up.

"Let's go to your bed, now, Roberto," Antonello sweetly suggested. "This
was just a beginning..."

The young man nodded, smiling and, tightly holding each other's hand,
they went to the bedroom. Here they started to undress each other again,
lovingly looking at each other.

When they were naked, Roberto pushed Antonello onto the bed and climbed
on top of him, whispering: "I want you, Love... I want you again..."

"Yes. Me too..." the boy happily answered, lifting his legs onto the
young man's shoulders and offering himself, full of joy and grace.


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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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