Gaslight (Wolfsinger and daylily)
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				Title: <strong>Gaslight (Wolfsinger and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 22:18:30</strong>
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				<strong>Author's note: Upon negotiation with TS, she has released this story idea for me to continue with another.&nbsp; I would like to thank wolfsinger for agreeing to play this with me. I am keeping TS's original posts intact. &lt;3 to both of you.</strong><br><br>He had asked for her again.&nbsp; Even sent a carriage.&nbsp; The madam had almost balked at the slip the butler had handed her, silently, and ushered him out to wait, sending Mary down with her one valise to meet the man.&nbsp; The butler had been stony, still silent, as he drove her back through the streets of London, the hissing of the lamps along the way almost drowned out by the chatter of the patrons at streetside stalls, and the clopping of horses' hooves.<br><br>Handed off at the door by the man, to a mousy little maid, who has clucked her tongue and shook her head with a sweeping glance from gleaming auburn hair to her scuffed boots, who ushered her to a room on the second floor and left her to her own devices.<br><br>It was an anteroom, a simple reception room, with a bookcase along one wall.&nbsp; Sinking into a plush chair, she looked around almost wonderingly.&nbsp; It was a far cry from her small room in the boardinghouse she'd come from...and even more opulent than the cottage she'd lived in back home.&nbsp; Everything was so...beautiful.&nbsp; Beautiful enough that she dared not touch a thing.<br><br>Velvets and gilt adorned the walls, bronzed tin plates tiled across the ceiling like so many soldiers on the march, her gaze getting lost in the intricacies of the swirls... She could scarcely imagine the man who had seen her only once would bother to skate her off to a residence so quickly, even if it was an in-town home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 22:29:53</strong>
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				She was alone in the room, the clock ticking slowly.&nbsp; It was the only sound in the room, other then her sitting there waiting.&nbsp; After a few minutes, the door would open and in stepped her buyer, Col. Sebastion Moran of her Majesty's Army.&nbsp; He was a broad shouldered man, his blond hair was brushed back. <br>&nbsp;<br>He walked over and looked down at Mary, smiling a bit. "Hello my dear Mary.." he reached out and ran a hand over her cheek as one would a pet.&nbsp; She was beatiful, in fact she had captured his heart.&nbsp; He had thought of her, thought of the things he wanted to do to her.&nbsp; "You should know Mary that I have bought you for a rather handsome sum.&nbsp; You no longer work for them, you live here.&nbsp; I had purchased you and I intend to keep you.&nbsp; I also intend to be obeyed in all things."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 22:49:33</strong>
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				An involuntary shiver went down her spine at the sound of his voice, the touch of his fingers.&nbsp; She inhaled sharply, curving her cheek against his palm as he caressed her skin.&nbsp; He looked at her, through her, devoured her with his eyes in a way that made her stomach churn.&nbsp; He had seen her undressed, so why now did it feel so unnerving to see his eyes now?&nbsp; And in <em>her</em> trade...<br><br>She let her lips brush the inside of his wrist ever so slightly as she nodded once,&nbsp; "I understand, Colonel."&nbsp; Her mind was reeling...live <em>here</em>?&nbsp; She'd make an utter fool of herself if he took her into public...she hadn't the graces.&nbsp; at least he said he intended to keep her.&nbsp; It would be better done that way, tucked away from the world, and from whatever wife he may have in the country...if he had a wife...<br><br>It was only business, after all...wasn't it?&nbsp; He had seemed to enjoy their one night together, at the price he paid for the whole night with her, it was a veritable wonder...most of the other girls had three or four men in a night...he had paid handsomely for the privilege, and she had barely been able to entertain the next evening...a week later he had called again to...buy her off completely...?<br><br>"Forgive me but...you intend to keep me here?&nbsp; Will there be any formal agreement, or am I to assume otherwise?&nbsp; I have learned, out of necessity in my trade, to be a businesswoman first...lover second.&nbsp; And once any formalities are taken care of..."&nbsp; she shrugged almost expansively, smiling up at him winningly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 22:56:49</strong>
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				He smirked a bit as she rubbed against his hand.&nbsp; "The formal agreement is that you will do everything I tell you.&nbsp; You see my dear Mary,&nbsp; I have many...desires that I wish to live on.&nbsp; You <em>will</em> help me in these.&nbsp; I have bought you, not as a mistress but as a pet.&nbsp; I expect everything to be carried out when I say it to be.&nbsp; If not, well..lets just say I hope you will not disobey me."&nbsp; He looked down at her.&nbsp; He was not a man to anger and he would make sure that she learned this if need be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 23:29:38</strong>
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				An almost impish smile crossed her lips briefly, as she nodded again, once like before.&nbsp; "Simple enough to understand."&nbsp; And the idea of being no more of a servant was not that different from her status as it was...&nbsp; "I have no complaints..."<br><br>She looked up at him, a slightly curious look in her eyes.&nbsp; "When are we to begin?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 23:35:28</strong>
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				"Now.." he smirked a bit and walked over to his desk.&nbsp; He reached in, taking out a collar.&nbsp; "On your knees..in front of me. Now!" he barked looking back at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 23:47:03</strong>
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				Her eyes focused on the collar in his hands, a slight look of confusion marring her face, before she stood and joined him at the desk.&nbsp; Sinking to her knees in front of him, she focused her attention on the collar, not his face, her brow knitting in concentration.&nbsp; She knew when she was given an order.&nbsp; Lashes on all their backsides as children back home told her that this tone of voice was always an order...no questions.<br><br>Swallowing convulsively in an almost dry throat, she tore her gaze away to look out the window that spilled streaks of light across the wall behind drawn curtains, next to her face.&nbsp; More velvet..more expensive than she'd ever seen...probably even silk...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 23:52:26</strong>
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				It was true, the entire house was decorated in a rather decadent style.&nbsp; Much more then one would expect from a Colonel.&nbsp; He looked down at her then put it around her neck, closing it with a click.&nbsp; It was locked, engraved in it was her name.&nbsp; Below that was a property of and return to address and name on it.<br><br>He looked down at her, watching her with hungry eyes. "Shed those rags, stay in your bloomers." He replied looking down at her, daring her to disobey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 00:04:35</strong>
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				Gingerly, she stood again, unconsciously fluffing her skirts in a quick motion, before she began undoing the hooks that held the cinnamon brown daydress she wore together.&nbsp; Carefully she slid out of the boned bodice and folded it on itself, setting it on a chair within an arm's reach.&nbsp; Unhooking the two hooks at her hip, she slid the skirt down over the petticoats she wore, the creamy skirts following the overskirt in a matter of moments.<br><br>Intent on her feet, she stepped to the side of her skirts, still clad in corset and pantalettes.&nbsp; Arms at her sides, she clasped her fingers together loosely, behind her back.&nbsp; She was not ashamed....after this long there was no hope of being ashamed of what she knew she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 00:07:12</strong>
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				He wanted to make sure she knew that.&nbsp; He walked around her a bit, as he did so, his hands ran over her.&nbsp; Every now and then he slapped her ass or thigh just to see her jump. "What are you Mary?"&nbsp; he asked softly as he circled her like a hungry wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 00:14:20</strong>
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				His breath on her skin, so warm, made her jump involuntarily, his voice as smooth as satin.&nbsp; When she answered, her voice was playful and almost rough,&nbsp; "I'm a whore..."&nbsp; Even now, his touches made her react...whether it was from years of training in the brothels, or her own desires, even she didn't know any more.<br><br>His eyes were bright, and she smiled at him, remembering this look...the look of complete want he'd given her a scarce week before...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 00:17:51</strong>
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				He spun her around a bit.&nbsp; She was looking at a mirror now, watching both of them in it. "Say it again."&nbsp; He grabbed her hair, pulling back so she could see her collar.&nbsp; There was no way it was coming off easily.&nbsp; A constant reminder that she was now owned, sold off like the piece of meat she was.&nbsp; <br><br>Moran's fingers ran over her bloomers, he started to slid them off of her forcing her to watch herself being undressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 02:46:59</strong>
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				With a sharp inhale of breath, she almost laid her head back against his chest, his fingers tangled in her hair, her eyes gazing back at their reflection.&nbsp; The tag on the collar gleamed in the lamplight, as his fingers slid warmly over her hips, his hands easily slipping against her skin, and sliding the pantalettes down, exposing her to view of them both.&nbsp; Her hands came up halfway to her head, thinking to loose her hair into cascades down her back, but she thought better...&nbsp; Maybe he wanted to undress her fully, this time, to watch her...and let her hands fall again.<br><br>Squirming slightly against his touch, she licked her lips slightly, catching his gaze in the mirror.&nbsp; "I am...your...whore..."&nbsp; she said frankly, her head still resting against his chest lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 22:09:28</strong>
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				As she leaned her head against him, he undid his hair himself.&nbsp; He buried her nose into her hair, inhaling her lovely scent.&nbsp; She was all his and now she would know it.&nbsp; He made sure her pantaloons were down so she could step out of them.&nbsp; His hand ran along her naked stomach, moving his face down he started to kiss along her neck, above the collar.<br><br>His hand moved lower until it ran along her naked womanhood.&nbsp; Not waiting to ask or for an invitation, he slowly slid two fingers inside of her.&nbsp; "Watch..watch yourself being my whore.&nbsp; This is what you are good for.." he whispered nipping at her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 22:45:17</strong>
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				She shivered involuntarily, pressing into his nipping kisses at her neck.&nbsp; She let out a soft moan as his fingers sank up into her, her hips writhing.&nbsp; She could see her heart thudding in her breast...the confined skin jumping rapidly to the rhythm.&nbsp; She itched to give him a show, undressing herself the rest of the way, but he had told her to stay clothed like this...<br><br>Most men would want a whore on their backs as soon as possible...it seemed that he wanted to take his time with her.&nbsp; Watching their reflection with half-lidded eyes, she allowed herself to relax fully against him, a hand clutching slightly at his clothed thigh for balance as she stepped out of the pantalettes pooled about her feet.<br><br>Lolling her neck to the side away from his lips, she exposed more of her flesh to his lips, her breaths shallow and ragged.&nbsp; She could feel little bursts of gooseflesh tingling over random areas of her skin, slowly letting her own control slip away.&nbsp; She was here for his pleasure, but she allowed herself to give in to her own as well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 11:41:06</strong>
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				He groaned a bit as he bit into her neck, nipping and biting it.&nbsp; He pulled away then to remove the last bits of clothing.&nbsp; He wanted to see her, wanted to see his property in her full glory. "Back to your knees..where you belong!" he barked again, roughly shoving his fingers deep inside of her one more time before sliding them out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 23:19:43</strong>
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				Her breath caught as she slipped to her knees shakily, a slight draft, peaking her nipples hard in the air, now released from the confines of the corset he had freed her from.&nbsp; All that remained on her body was the collar he had placed there and the auburn hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back.<br><br>A half-smile, almost lazy, and certainly wanton, traced over her lips as she gazed into the mirror, watching their movements.&nbsp; She rarely had full access to a mirror...the boarding house she had lived at had one in the hall bath and that was the only one in common use.&nbsp; The thick carpet cushioned her as she waited for him, eyes on his reflection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 23:47:38</strong>
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				He smirked as he looked down at her.&nbsp; Slowly he ran his fingers through her hair then grabbing it, pulled it back forcing her head to move back.&nbsp; "Time to see how good of a cock you suck.&nbsp; Undo my pants.." he glared down at her, releasing her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 00:33:09</strong>
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				Her eyes flickered to his face briefly, before her hands began undoing his pants expertly.&nbsp; What he asked seemed to be a growing fancy among her customers, and it was a bit of a reprieve to take a man in the French style than to be pressed against a brick wall in an alley someplace...<br><br>Smiling up at him, she took him into her mouth, suckling gently to bring a response, her hands gentle on his skin.&nbsp; If he wanted, she could take her time, or none at all to relieve him...it was all up to choice...
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 00:36:03</strong>
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				He looked down at her, his hand resting on her head as one would an animal or a pet's.&nbsp; He moaned a bit as she suckled gently, his cock growing hard.&nbsp; Not warning her at all, wanting her to be fully aware of who was in charge, Moran grabbed her hair hard and thrust forward.&nbsp; He groaned as he forced himself deep into her, feeling himself sliding into her tight throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 00:47:04</strong>
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				Mary moaned, her voice muffled, her throat vibrating around the length of him.&nbsp; Sucking harder, she started to slowly move her mouth up and down on his shaft, letting the head glide in and out of the tight opening of her throat, trying to please him.<br><br>Her tongue glided against the length of him, still in her mouth, making gentle swirling motions against him as she suckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 00:51:52</strong>
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				He moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of her tonuge and mouth moving along his shaft.&nbsp; He thrust forward again but this time he held it in longer, wanting to see her forced to fight for breath.&nbsp; He only held it for a bit beofre pushing back jsut a bit so she can continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Trippingsatyr and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 21:38:13</strong>
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				The slight breath he had robbed her of made her skin tingle and her head ache, but she felt a trickle of wetness between her legs.&nbsp; It was the excitement, she supposed, that turned her on the most...a hair's breadth away from oblivion.&nbsp; His hand on her head still told her she was safe as she forced her mouth down on him again, this time allowing the tip of him to pop into the back of her throat, held there by her sheer will.&nbsp; Few men had ever tried this with her, and she found the tightness that clasped him now terribly erotic.&nbsp; The thought alone of him pushing into her nethers this surely would be enough to push her into ecstacy...even thinking about it might...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Wolfsinger and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 10:48:48</strong>
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				Moran growled darkly, his large hands digging carelessly into her red-brown curls. "My little whore. . . My little pet." He snarled, pulling away and leaning down, grabbing her by the neck and hauling her upwards, forcing her back to the wall, next to the mirror. "Mine! Do you understand me!" He squeezed her throat, watching her eyes with a dark look in his own. Pleasure was given by him, she would not just. . . Take it! "I am your Master now!" He released her slightly, but did not let her go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Wolfsinger and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:38:35</strong>
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				Mary inhaled a sharp breath, precious air bathing her lungs.&nbsp; Eyes twinkling merrily at him, she nodded.&nbsp; "I understand, Master..."&nbsp; She enjoyed this, more than she thought she would have.&nbsp; But she would be safe...that she knew.&nbsp; He'd told her that...if not in words...<br><br>Knowing that he could break her neck, or spare her life in the mere span of a thought was appealing.&nbsp; It meant he could control his surroundings, keep himself afloat in this city.&nbsp; Who was to say he would not let her carve a place in that, away from the crime of London?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Wolfsinger and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 03:26:38</strong>
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				Moran's lips quirked into a cruel half-grin and he let her go. She thought she was safe with him. Her bright, sparkling eyes told him that much. That she felt safe enough for her eyes to smile at him even as he had her pinned to the wall with her air supply cut off.<br><br>Perhaps she was right. . . For now he was enjoying her company enough that he would be able to hold his temper in check. "Resume, slave." He snapped, stepping away from her and gesturing to the floor where she had been kneeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gaslight (Wolfsinger and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 22:55:55</strong>
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				Sucking in a breath, she managed to keep her smile bright as she sank to her knees in front of him.&nbsp; The plush carpet was prickly against her knees...wool, perhaps...and she shifted to keep her knees from protesting beneath her.&nbsp; Letting her feet slip to lay against the carpet and folding her hands in her lap, she looked up at him expectantly, waiting for instruction.<br><br>Would he want her to continue as before, or did he want her to do...something else?
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