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Eye of the Beholder	By : aladdinabu Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 5594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eye of the Beholder

by AladdinAbu

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Chapter 2

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It was morning when he woke. For a moment he couldn't remember why he was so cold until he realized he was naked and on top of the sheets. In a rush, his union with Biske came back to him - the strange thing she had done to his backside with her unusual anatomy. He pushed up-

And there she was beside him, bearing her smaller, younger-looking form. Briefly, he watched her slumber blissfully, but then she seemed to sense him being awake and joined him, eyes fluttering open. "Hmm? Gon... what- oh. OH!" She pushed to a sitting position, hands at her mouth. "Am I remembering right? Did we..."

"We did," he said bashfully, feeling himself stir downstairs. Often he awoke this way, but this time it wasn't going away immediately; he couldn't make it vanish while she was so exposed, so nearby. "Um... you changed back."

"Yeah," she said weakly, legs clenching together as she pulled the sheet over her chest. "It's... I've been living this way so long that it's automatic. My subconscious maintains the mirage, even as I sleep." A brief pause as she looked away from him, eyes brimming with tears. "Gon, I apologize for what I did to you. That was- when I'm in my true form I tend to lose control, allowing my more aggressive instincts to take over. Does... are you in pain, back there?"

"A little," he admitted, touching one of his hind cheeks absentmindedly; the inside ached slightly from their nocturnal activities. "But we're fighters, so you know I've been though way worse."

A small nod. "Well. At least you'll survive it; I really was afraid that once I got caught up in the moment I might- I might really hurt you, break your bones."

"Come on, do you really think I can't take a little pain?"

Only now did she smile, and he felt his heart skip over a beat. "I guess not. Now... what do you say to some more fun? Your body is ready."

Gon glanced down at his hardness and blushed. "I don't know. Can we give my butt a day or two to recover first?"

"Silly boy," she laughed. "We don't have to do THAT - in fact, I think I'd rather not. Inside, you w-were so... and I felt- no," she said more firmly. "No, it was interesting to try out once, but I don't think I wish to make a habit out of it. I was talking about something more.... traditional."

When he made no move to advance on her and didn't speak, her leg stretched out and her toes brushed along his length; instantly, he felt it throb, and his spine tingled. "Biske, I... are you sure this is right? What we're doing? I don't know much about this stuff."

"Me either, to be honest; it's a rare day when I allow someone to share my bed." Her mouth slanted. "Mostly men with a thing for little girls come after me, thinking I can be overpowered; I detest them. So forgive me if now that I have you here, I want... more of..."

"Okay," he said with an anxious nod, gripping the sheets in his fists. "So go ahead and change, then we'll figure out-"

"I'm not changing into anything," she said in a firm tone that brooked no argument. "Gon, I can appreciate what you did for me last night - and you'll never have any true idea of how I needed it. I mean that. But... I want you to understand something that I don't think you do. THIS is me. That other form... it may be what I look like naturally, but this is what I WANT to look like. It's how I'm more comfortable."

"But you don't have to be ashamed of it," he fired up, thinking on how she had looked in that state, how they had felt together. "It's beautiful."

A tiny smile found her mouth as her eyes shimmered. "Maybe so. It's beside the point, though, don't you see? Because this is how I envision myself. When I think 'Biske' in my mind's eye, I see what you're seeing now, not that other me. It's not just that my true form is ugly, but also that it... it doesn't fit who I am. Asking me to spend all my time like that would be like if I asked you to wear a dress. Even if you were a girl, you wouldn't want to wear one, would you?"

Gon thought about that for a minute. "No, I guess not; it would be too inconvenient. And it wouldn't be... wouldn't be very ME."

"There we go," she said with a satisfied nod. "I think you're catching on."

"B-but- but I want to be with your true form," he said softly, afraid of his own words. "I... I think I like it."

"And you don't like this form?"

The poor, confused boy scratched behind his head. "W-ell, that's not what I- uhh, you're beautiful no matter what-"

"Let's have you spend some time getting to know this version of me, too," she said, tracing a finger along his bare chest. "You haven't given it a proper chance. Humor me for a few minutes?"

Before he could argue, her mouth was on his erection. What a feeling! Nothing he'd ever experienced had been like this, not anywhere on the planet - not even the night before. Wide-eyed, he took in the tightness around her lips as they glided along his length, the gentle bubble of her backside, her trim waist. Her two forms really were polar opposites; last time, she had been nothing but rigid muscle with taut skin, a solid impenetrable mass. Now she was all softness and slight curves, smooth and pliable. And both sides of the same Biscuit had touched him.

This time, when she dragged herself upward and pushed her nude form flush with his, when her mouth sought his out, he relented with total abandon, draping his arms over her back, panting, kneading her skin. Even now he could feel formidable muscles beneath, but they gave more easily, were encased by spongier flesh that yielded pleasantly at his touch. Wetness slid along his length below, and he remembered how slick she'd been able to make her engorged clit before she'd penetrated him; his teacher was ready and willing.

"I'm feel so guilty, Gon," she whispered hotly in his ear as she ground into him, as their legs slid along each other. "You're barely more than a child and you don't know what you're doing, and I'm taking full advantage of that. But you're so succulent... how can I deny myself?"

"Don't deny yourself anything," he answered immediately. "I'm having fun here, too. So whatever you want..."

"Music to every woman's ears," she laughed musically, kissing him again - and in that moment, she slid him inside her.

"AIIIH!" he shouted, completely caught off guard by the entry. "You're- Biske, I'm inside you!"

"That's the idea," she moaned heatedly, jaw agape as she straddled him, holding him inside as she adjusted to his girth. "OOH, yeah, Gon! Give it to me, give it to me HARD!"

"B-but no, Biske - this is how babies are made!" He placed both hands on her shoulders, dismayed both at what was happening and by how much he was loving it. "Aunt Mito told me, I- we aren't married, what would happen if we did this?"

"I won't be having any babies anytime soon," she giggled as she bounced up and down on him, legs drifting wider apart with every movement. "You forget how old I am, little boy; just because I look your age doesn't mean I'm equally fertile."

"Hnh!" he gasped out as he continued to thrust up inside her. After a few more poundings, he brought a hand to cup her face gently, feeling the warm skin there, wishing to taste it. Her lip quivered at this intimate gesture, but then she was pressing his face into her chest.

"Suck."

And suck he did. They were so tiny compared with the ones he had experienced the night before, yet they seemed to have almost no muscle beneath them, as if skin stretched around pure gelatin. This wasn't what he'd wanted to press his lips into, but he found no complaints. As he devoured, she continued to ride his manhood, pausing only when one of his hands wandered down and found her clitoris.

"AHHH!" she yelped, pulling back slightly. "Gon, n-no, it's too sensitive - especially in this form! It's as if all the sensation from the entire length is packed into that one little remnant, don't you understand?"

"I liked touching it before," he insisted, and she swayed dangerously as he repeated the gesture. "Doesn't this... feel good for you?"

"YES!" she screamed, back arching, mouth open as she gasped for breath only to have it stolen a moment later when he would thrust, or suck, or preturb forbidden pea-sized appendages. "Oh, GON! You're s-such a fast learner, you already know h-how to please a woman!"

"Biske, you... you please me, too!"

"UNH!" she shouted, leaning forward and wrapping her hands around Gon's head, grasping and clutching and shivering. "Yes! More, harder - NNNH, yeah like that! Yes, yes, YES!"

"BISKE!"

"UUNNNHHH!"

And much though he fretted over it, he felt everything he had being pumped upward into the woman in his arms, painting her innards, filling her with part of him. Biske's hips shifted down, trying to force him yet deeper, to split herself apart and draw him into her. Then, as they simultaneously ran out of energy, they flopped to one side.

"Whew!" Biske panted, sweat beading all over her. "That... my gosh, Gon, I think you were given a gift! Your first time and you can intuitively bring me to the heights of pleasure? You really ARE an Enhancement-type!"

"You felt so good to me," he confided, face still flushed with shame as well as exertion. "I... I've never had that before, these feelings are weird... what am I supposed to do?"

"Do me," Biske laughed musically, kicking her legs in the air to shake free the muscle bunching that had occured while she straddled him. "Do me over and over - I can live with that."

"I'm not sure I can," he laughed, petting his aching balls; between the previous night and this second tryst they were protesting his actions loudly. "Let's wait a while before we-"

"Of course we'll wait, silly." She rolled over and put an arm around his mid-section, large eyes blinking up at him angelically. "So do you see now? How this husk I zip myself up in serves a purpose?"

But Gon shook his head. "No matter what form you're in, I don't care. I just like YOU, Biske. My mentor, my friend... my..."

For a while, both of them let that dangle in the air, unchecked. Then Biske cleared her throat and whispered, "No, Gon. We shouldn't qualifty it yet; I have no idea what this is, either."

"But aren't we..." Gon swallowed thickly, placing a hand on her cheek. "Doesn't this mean we're in lo-"

"SHH!" she said frantically, heart very obviously in her throat. "Don't you even DARE say that yet! Are you an idiot?!" After a moment or two, she settled, pressing her nudity against his, relishing the warmth of skin on skin. He shared in this joy. "Gon... I'm an old hag by now, as Killua is fond of saying. Fifty-seven. You are... not even half my age. Not even one-third. I know what we're doing together here is worse than sick; it's unthinkable, and yet..."

"And yet we did," he said softly, moving the hand down along her neck and causing her to shiver blissfully, eyelids sliding closed for a fleeting moment. Then they were open and staring off into space.

"We did. And I'm going to guess we probably will again. But it doesn't have to mean- come on, I know how you and Killua are together. You're partners. When you've finished what you came to Greed Island to do, you'll be running off to the next adventure with him, and I'll be going my own way. So... can't we just have whatever it is we're having and let it go at that?"

Gon frowned at her, dismayed. "You act like we'll never see each other again. But we will, right? We're Hunters."

Biske smiled. "We will. And maybe next time we do, this will end up happening again. But Gon, you're so young!" Her fingers slid down and played across his flaccid member, causing it to twitch as if to resolidify. "This thing is... oh, the world of women out there deserve to feel it, to become one with Gon Freaks! Who am I to bar them from that?"

"I don't want women. I only-"

"No, Gon. Don't." She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Don't limit yourself to me. A man like you wants a lifelong partner or a family; I'm too old to provide you either of those things. So go and sow your wild oats, find a young lady who'll match you in strength - maybe another, younger Hunter?"

"Biske... I know what it is I want."

Now there were real tears in her eyes, ones more authentic and painful even than the ones she'd shed while in her true form. "And I'm forbidding you from asking that of me. As your teacher. Got it?"

Only now did Gon begin to cry as well. After several horrible seconds where he inwardly rebelled against her order, he barked, "Osu!"

"That's my boy," she giggled wetly, kissing him behind the ear. Briefly, her teeth raked his skin and he twitched, and then she plastered her form across the side of him, arm on his chest, leg on his knee. "Mmmm..."

"It's time to get up. Should we... start training?"

"Maybe we can relax for now instead; take a break. But for ONE day, got it?" she followed up, holding her finger in the air.

"Got it," he said with a nod. "And it's the number six."

She grinned on the other side of the invisible aura numeral she had magicked into the air, and that Gon had perceived. "Very good; always be vigilant, even when resting. You really are amazing."

For the next two hours Gon did little besides kiss Biscuit. They touched and caressed and spoke, but mostly kissing. All day, they spent together, eating and laughing and seeing the sights in Masadora. Most of the time, Biske quizzed Gon about training or inquired about aspects of their game, but they caught themselves glancing over a shelf in a card shop or the table at the restaurant, and they both grinned, trying not to blush. And the next day went like that, as well. Both evenings, Gon's room at the inn was filled with the sounds of lust and passion. Following this, training resumed as normal, though they took it easy enough that they might still have energy for a few extracurricular activities in their bedrooms before sleeping. The energy was definitely put to use.

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One day shortly before Killua was due to return, a training session proved to be more interesting than usual.

"You're blocking me at every turn!" Gon panted, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"I have been a Pro-Hunter for decades," she chided as she brushed nonexistant dirt from her gloves. "If I just let you take me, what's the point in even sparring?"

"Take you," he panted, and her cheeks filled with color. Only afterward did he realized how it sounded. "No, it's not- I didn't-"

"Right." She glanced around, a sly expression on her face. "You want to?"

"Huh?"

"Nobody's within miles of us," she said as she sent her Nen out to do the checking for her. "This is a completely deserted region; we're all alone. We could..."

"But we're outside," he whispered urgently. "Anybody could come upon us while we're still-"

"Then we'll have to work fast." Biske was already throwing her shoes with snap-kicks that flung them into a boulder. As her dress whipped over her head, she said, "Come on, let's get it over with so you can get back to training."

"Hey!" he protested, even though he was already peeling off his tank top. "I didn't mean it like- we don't have to stop for this if you-"

"Oh, I want it," she moaned as she slid her undershirt off and threw it atop the other clothes; Gon flushed scarlet. "We're both sweating out here, adrenaline is high... let me have it!"

Gon was about to protest again, but seeing her panties slide down around her ankles cut him off fairly quick. Instantly, he was as nude as she was, his erection gleaming in the sunlight. A small patch of grass provided their only cushioning. For a few minutes, Biske wrestled with him, laughing, then slid him into her and lost touch with all sense of time and place. There was only their sweat and lather and hunger for each other's flesh.

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At last, the day came when Killua's name showed up when Gon used a spell card to check for players he'd met. Though his heart leapt, he also had to confess that he felt a great sense of loss at the same time: his unhindered time together with Biscuit was drawing to a close. Surely they wouldn't continue to do those kinds of things around Killua.

Quickly, he ran into her room. She scarcely had a moment to look up from her sewing - she was mending a rip in her shawl - before he was all over her, licking, biting, fondling. After a moment's shock, she responded in kind, climaxing once before he'd even entered her. Then, just as he was preparing to do it, he suddenly asked, "I want to see the true you again."

"What? Damnit..." Her face kind of fell, then grew resigned. "Didn't I tell you already that THIS is the true me? How many times do-"

"I want to," he urged. "I want to see what no one else can. Because this is the last... I might never get to again."

Biske's eyebrows knitted. "What on earth are you going on ab..." Then she sighed, eyes squeezing shut. "Killua's returned."

"Yeah." He didn't even bother to ask how she'd come to that conclusion so efficiently. "And now we won't b-be... so I wanted to, one last time. Be with you in the other way."

"I'd much rather my last memory of our summer fling - or winter fling, in this case - be this way," she begged, petting his chest. "I... I like my body being petite and smooth. Don't ruin our time together by asking for it again, okay? Let me be with you the way I choose."

Gon nodded; he still wanted her to transform, to see the hidden Biske one last time before she vanished forever. But she had every right to be who she wanted to be, and he was thrilled to make love to whoever that ended up being.

Loud shrieks threatened to shatter glass as he pounded into her, her legs bent almost completely back so her feet touched her hair. She was limber for fifty-seven. He came harder than ever, brought on by the urgency and the transient nature of their union. Then, once both of them had caught their breath for a few minutes, they kissed with such fervor that they cried, rolling as one mass from here to there. Finally, Biske broke free and went to use the bathroom.

Inside, Gon knew he would miss this. Still, there was no way for him to voice his desire; Biske was of mind that their relationship should be one of master and pupil, and this odd detour was meant to run its course and then vanish into thin air behind them. He didn't agree... but he couldn't force her, either. So he must accept it, and hope one day she might change her mind.

"Oh..."

He spoke this when she emerged from the bathroom, nude - and transformed into the larger, masculine version of herself. It was odd to see her more-imposing bulk contrasting with the devastating humiliation in her facial features. Her angular face had tears on it.

"Close your eyes," she demanded desperately. He did, and never opened them as he felt her sliding in next to him. With slow movements, he reached to embrace her, to draw himself to her, and she allowed him to curl around her as she had curled around him the first night he was with her smaller form. His cock stirred slightly to feel her so near, and she did feel it even though it got no harder.

"Mnh," she said quietly, panting with heat. From what he was hearing, the sounds gave off the impression that she felt it so much more wrong and taboo to have him upon her in this state, that it was all the more erotic for it. Only now did he feel himself growing, becoming ready for another round.

"Biske," he said softly, hand moving up to her chest.

"Gon!" she gasped in her deep boom, voice soaked with tears as she passed her hands over his back. "You... you really do love me, no matter how I look, don't you? Don't you?!"

"Of course," he moaned as he began unconsciously thrusting against her hip, as he kneaded into her chest. "You're beautiful to me, Biske!"

And then they were kissing. Still he kept his promise as he kept his eyes shut, but every sensation was like a billion sights. Eventually, he began to slide his bottom onto her throbbing clitoris but she pushed him up and away and snapped, "GON!"

"You do like it, don't you?" he asked her nervously.

"But I told you, I wasn't-"

"Then do it. I... I want you to have this, as a thank-you. I'm the one person who'll let you - for now, at least. I don't want you to have to go even longer without being allowed."

"Gon... G-GON, no, you have to wait for-"

"Just do it!" he urged, longing for her entry - if only because he knew how much she rejoiced in it. "Fuck me!"

Biske gasped at his use of the word, then giggled. "Okay, but... what I was going to say was that I have to lube it up or I'll REALLY tear you apart. Nhhn...."

Reaching down blindly, he was able to help her coat it this time, two hands working together to borrow juices from her sodden folds and slather them along the length of her pseudo-penis. It went in easily; knowing what to expect, he was able to allow his muscles to relax and invite her within. Seconds passed before Biske was screaming out her orgasm, and Gon shivered with delight at feeling how the organ pulsated within him - but it wasn't enough. He was still hard.

"You... you're ready for more," she observed, amazed but pleased that more climaxes could be achieved. "Let me transform and you can-"

"No, I... I want to do what you did to me."

All was quiet for a moment before Biske laughed. "Oh no you don't, partner. I've never done that; I don't believe I should now, either."

"But I want to find out what it's like, what you felt when you did it," he begged, eyes shooting open. When he saw her hands fly up to her face, he snapped them shut again, frowning apologetically. "Please? Let's try it, just this once?"

A long silence followed this time as Gon shifted from side to side, feeling the still-erect clit within him pressing into his walls. His hardness hung within the air, and its pheromones filled the room. Finally, she asked quietly, "But don't you want me to change back before you d-"

"No."

"But that Biske's muscles won't be so... cumbersome. How I am now, I'll be surprised if you can spread it wide enough to-"

"It's what I want most, Biske. To be with you like this. Us, the real us, nothing else."

Again, she fell silent, considering. At one point, he heard her whimper, then she withdrew from his behind and lay there under him. He had to strain to hear her when she at last whispered, "Do what you will, Gon. I can't refuse you. So... open your eyes, and open my backside. I entrust it to your touch."

He forced himself to look down before he opened them, so he was looking directly at the area he'd soon be invading. Everything was so firm and unyielding compared with how he'd seen it last. Even the pubic hair was denser, thicker. "One second." As she waited patiently, he ran to the bathroom and got a warm, wet rag and gently cleaned off her clit, lingering longer than necessary. After a few moments, she panted, "You're g-going to have to clean it off AGAIN if you don't stop cleaning it now, because I swear-"

"Sorry." Then he positioned himself behind her, and they both used her ample secretions to coat his length; Gon had to bite back his orgasm as the large-yet-soft hand worked at him.

"Now, go slow," she warned, trembling all over as he drew her trunk-like thighs apart. "I'll make your training hell from now on if you rip me apart back there, I mean it!"

"Don't worry, I will. Are you... are you ready?"

Her firm hind-cheeks twitched. "Yes. Oh... oh, OW, that's- UUUAAAAIIIAAHH!"

He was deep within her, and it felt great; just as great as when he was within her normally, except now it was the opening that was tight and the insides that were more accomodating instead of the other way around. Every thrust brought him to his climax doubly quicker than normal, and the way Biscuit's limbs flailed told him it was whole new levels of ecstasy for her, as well. Then, with a grunt of pure exertion, he reached down and grasped the thing that she'd used on his own rear.

"YAH!" she yelped quickly, slapping a hand over her lips. "Oh, God... Gon, that's too much, I'm going crazy! How are you doing this to me? How are you doing this to my ugly body?"

"It's not ugly," he told her earnestly, licking his lips as he pounded into her hole and manipulated her tiny phallus. "I like it. I... I want you to play with this."

"NO!" she protested. "I hate that thing, it's the worst p-part of- I don't want to touch it!"

"Do this so I can do... this." Her sharp intake of breath signaled when his fingers began to trace along her labia. "Please?"

"Oh... okay..." And then she was jerking herself off, and it was quite a show to watch her reactions. "YES! Ooh, yes, it feels so- YOU feel amazing, oh yeah, REAM ME!"

"BISKE!"

It didn't take long; the steely ass muscles on either side of his cock while he rode her, pushing a finger in and out of her dripping cunt, watching her strong hand on the other rod present, made him come within mere minutes of entering. As did Biske; he felt a stream of liquid smack into his stomach. Afraid momentarily, he checked the tip of the clit (didn't she say it WASN'T a real one?) but it in fact came from within her red rose petals; clear, watery liquid. When he put a finger to it and tasted it, she looked away, giggling like a little girl.

They spent a few moments curled up together, Gon feeling oddly at ease next to her rigid, mountainous bulk. How did she make him feel so safe? But soon enough they could no longer delay, and made to go - and Biske transformed while he was glancing toward the window.

"WAH!"

"Sorry," she whispered with a bemused expression, fidgeting with her panties behind her back. "But... just like you wanted to see my hidden form again before we have to stop with this, I also... I wanted to show you my FAVORITE form au naturel one last time. So you won't forget who I really am, and who really, REALLY loved spending time with you in this way."

Gon was having a hard time reconciling this; in truth, he adored both sides of Biske. The strong, muscular one that tried to make a woman out of him, and the softer, gentler, rounder Biske, the one who deceived the world by looking so fragile she might break... they were both desirable, both worthy of being shown love. The fact that both were technically the same woman made the choice easy, but didn't remove enough confusion in the process.

"Yeah," he whispered, brushing his toes across hers. "Don't worry, I won't forget who you really are. You're both forms; because it's you in there no matter which you're wearing. And it's that person I'm friends with. Friends and more."

A few awkward seconds later, she laughed as she began to pull on her clothing. "You keep trying to make an old lady blush... and somehow it keeps working. You're a heartbreaker in the making, you are."

They quickly dressed and headed toward the starting point, where they knew Killua would be waiting for them. On the edge of the clearing, they ducked behind a cluster of trees and kissed passionately for minutes, hands playing across each other's clothed bodies, tongues flicking across salty skin. Finally, they broke apart - and just as Biske started to say "Sorry, let's go over to-", Gon spoke as well.

"I love you."

Instantly, Biske erupted into waterworks, but within a few seconds she had it under control. "Oh... Gon, you idiot, that was the part you were NOT supposed to say! How can I hear that and- and-"

"But it's the truth."

"It's a truth that should never have come out into the open," she impressed upon him. "We can't do anything about it, so what's the point?"

"The point is that I love you!" he insisted desperately, hands grasping hers. "I'll... I'll go on a few more Hunter missions and win some money for us, and w-we- we could get married! Yeah, we'll-"

"None of that is going to happen," she said flatly, large eyes troubled by his behavior. "Stop it, just shut up. I... Gon, listen. I love you, too."

"You d-"

"STOP!" She sighed testily. "I do, I mean it; you're very... you are so special to me!" She nearly broke down at that, but she cleared her throat to continue. "That doesn't mean we're going to get married, or move in together, or start holding hands. This still stops now, with Killua coming back. Master and apprentice and nothing else from now on. Do you understand me?"

"Osu!" he grunted.

"Good." She took a step toward the clearing, then hesitated. "But... I did want to tell you, so I... guess I'm glad you spoke up. You mean more to me than any man in my life ever has. Take that for whatever you will."

Gon nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Then let us go, my little Gon."

So off they walked to greet the youngest son of Zoldyck, back with a shiny new Hunter's License in tow. Once, when they were still far away enough that he couldn't see it, Biscuit reached out and ever-so-briefly squeezed Gon's hand... but after this, never again did Greed Island bear witness to their forbidden love.

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THE END (for now)

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