The good girl

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"I hate my father." A golden-brown haired teenage girl whined. The statement was unexpected and out of context. She was not one known to conflict harsh word. Her alluring forest green eyes settled on her pale friend.

"Come on, you don't mean that." Her friend said laughing. She noticed how awfully immature her friend looked when she spoke ruthless words.

Sakura leaned on the corner nearly hitting her head hard against the metal door "He does not understand me. I don't think he understands women at all. I'm a great student and I have excellent grades. Any father would be happy to have me as a daughter.

Tomoyo tucked her long raven hair behind her ear "What did he do?"

"Yesterday, at dinner, he asked me if I was sexually active."

Tomoyo giggled "Oh really? He's curious."

Sakura rolled her eyes "I don't even have a boyfriend and I've only kissed a boy once. It wasn't even a real kiss."

Tomoyo playfully hit her shoulder "Yeah, you're the only virgin I know."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Sakura scowled taking Tomoyo's words to heart.

Now, sixteen-year-old Sakura was known for her good looks and kindness. She was known for having strict morals and the type of girl you admire for her dignity and respect. While most teenagers were drinking, smoking and having sex. Sakura was working hard for her next A. On the outside she seemed carefree. She appeared like someone who was incapable lust. She was different from the people she often associated herself with. While her friends were talking about it or doing it, she'd stand a short distance away from the crowd. She was thinking about true love, romance and of course…though she wasn't doing it or talking about it, she often found herself thinking about it. Like all great people that have ever lived, Sakura had a weakness.

"I have to get to class. I don't want to be late." She said suddenly forgetting her recent annoyance.

"ugh, literature." Tomoyo sighed "One whole hour of that man talking giberish."

Sakura held tightly unto her books and started her way towards class while Tomoyo walked alongside her.

"I actually enjoy literature." Sakura confessed though it was no surprise to her friend. Tomoyo dared not to ask why.

"I find him really boring. He just goes on and on."

Sakura smiled "That's because you do not listen when he talks. He's very smart and most of the things he says make sense."

"I wonder how old he is?" Tomoyo pondered.

"Probably 20." Sakura sighed, it was a short gentle sigh that emphasized a peaceful feeling.

Tomoyo looked at Sakura "He can also be thirty. He's looks too young and too good looking to be a literature teacher."

Sakura increased her pace. She did not want to miss a word. She knew he was sitting behind his desk watching students walk in. His intense amber eyes would be staring mysteriously at everything that had breath. He always appeared occupied with thought. He's hair was disheveled—always. Sometimes he wore his glasses that made him look intelligent which he obviously was.

Sakura pulled her skirt up when she noticed they were approaching the classroom. Fortunately, Tomoyo did not notice. She caught his eye and he hers. They exchanged vision and for a split second, there was an intense bolt of lightning.

He kept his eyes fixed on her "Good afternoon Sakura and…..um…" he paused trying to remember her name "Tomoyo." He sighed.

"Good morning." Sakura's face was bright red. She settled on the front seat.

"You have got to be kidding me. We can't sit in front again."

Sakura looked at Tomoyo innocently "Please."

Tomoyo took a deep breath "Fine."

She could stare at him the whole day and if her instincts were correct he was also attracted to her. He had been her teacher for six months. When she first saw him, she was not in love with him but after awhile she was drawn to him. She saw how amazing he was. He was kind, he was not critical of others; he was intelligent and very handsome. When he first came, most of the girls had a crush on him but soon he's name faded off the pages of every girls' diary, except for hers.

He put on his glasses "Good afternoon. I hope all of you enjoyed sprig break."

A few students cheered.

"Cause mine was nightmare. I was stuck in my apartment marking your disgraceful papers. You can't go through high school if you don't know Shakespeare."

One of the students yawned "Why can't we do something more interesting."

He raised an eyebrow "Oh come on. This stuff is sweet. Dude, this is better than CSI." He paused then cleared his throat "Anyway, here are your papers. Do whatever you want with them…." He started handing out the papers "Burn them, eat off them, I don't care." He laughed to himself at what was suppose to be a joke.

The rest of the class looked at him bored and frankly most of them seem unconcerned about their grades. He handed Sakura her paper.

"How did you go from an A to D?" he asked.

"I…Mr. Li…there has got to be a mistake."

"See me after class."

Inside, Sakura's heart was smiling as butterflies filled her stomach. It did not matter that she got a D.

As the lesson progressed, Mr. Li explained that they were to study poetry by Shakespeare. While the rest of the class moaned. Sakura was filled with utter joy. She loved the sound of his voice when he read anything, poetry was no exception.

"Before we start, I'd like us to talk about love. We're going to be doing two love poems this semester." He took out a marker and wrote the word love on the board "What is love?"

A girl raised her hand from the back "Love is a feeling."

Mr. Li sat of his desk "Maybe in the narrow sense but I wouldn't put it that way. Love is a command, you can't command a feeling."

The class looked confused. He sat on the desk.

"I'll explain, take note this is only my opinion, Love is not something you feel or say. It something that you do. Love is a choice. Acting like you love someone when you are not in the mood is far greater that loving them when you are in the mood."

Some of the students were falling asleep. To Sakura, it all made sense. She stared at him starry eyed. After class when everyone was gone, she walked up to his desk.

"That was an amazing class." She said freely "I totally get you." She unintentionally curled her hair around her finger.

"Thanks, at least someone was listening." He said finding comfort in her words.

She smiled at him her face bright red.

"You said you wanted to talk to me."

He looked at her face "Oh yeah. It's about your essay. Sakura you are a wonderful writer."

Sakura nodded "But…"

"You write with your mind and from inexperience. You make up situations, which is kind of hilarious sometimes but you make it so obvious. Basically, you aren't using your imagination."

Sakura nodded hard "Alright, it's just…I'm only sixteen. I haven't done much."

"Then write about the few things you've done."

She heaved a sigh "But they're boring."

"I doubt that." His face lit up and he smiled at her.

"So can I redo the assignment?" It was not that she was bothered by her grade. She just needed an excuse to talk to him more.

He shook his head "You can always make up for it. I'm sure you can get back on your feet."

She nodded "So what did you really do for spring break. I'm sure your life is not boring."

"You're right, it's not." He said casually. He looked like he was not in the mood of explaining "Don't you have class?"

Sakura grinned, she could not control her expressions "Yes, it's gym. One of the most useless school activities. I don't see how climbing a rope is going to help me in the real world."

He simply kept the grin on his face and his eyes fixed on her.

Mr. Li was not the type of man who favored students but he did appreciate her company more than he did of any other person in the whole school. All of the staff members were much older than he was and none of them really appreciated his teaching methods. He often found himself drinking coffee alone in the teacher's lounge. Sakura was an enigma, an innocent beauty drawn to him a moth to light. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He could tell that under her uniform was a gorgeous body that complimented her gorgeous face. He had grown accustomed to her. Since he started, she was the only person who really spoke to him. Damn it! His thoughts were inappropriate and sinful especially considering the fact that Mr. Li was a married man.

She left his classroom fifteen minutes later. She left behind her alluring sent. It drove him crazy. How could he let a 16 year old make him feel that way? He tried to make sense of it all with no answers.

In the girls locker room, Sakura was buttoned the last button of her school shirt. The weather had suddenly changed. It was raining heavily outside. She wondered how she was going to get home with no umbrella. Tomoyo was going shopping with her mother after school so she could not ask her and all of her other friends took a different route home. She sat on a bench while Tomoyo stood next to her open locker.

"Why you were late for gym was Mr. Li's speech that long." Tomoyo said chuckling "I can't believe you like him. He's so old."

Tomoyo bit her lower lip "I'm sure he's not really old. He's charming." Sakura said defensively "Urgh, I can't stand high school boys. They are so immature." Sakura looked like she was going to throw up.

Tomoyo shook her head "When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade."

Sakura shrugged "I don't think I've ever really wanted a high school boyfriend."

"Like Li even thinks about you in that way." Tomoyo threw a towel at Sakura.

Sakura beamed "Sometimes I think he does."

Tomoyo sat next to Sakura and whispered, "If he asked you to do it with him, would you?"

Sakura nearly squealed. Her face was bright red. She was startled at Tomoyo's racy question "I'm not telling you that." Sakura concealed the truth which was 'YES!'. She shook her head "I don't like him in a sexual way."

"You mean you don't even wonder what size of his you know what?"

Sakura folded her arms over her chest "I don't, I just…I really love him?"

Tomoyo rolled her eyes "It's those books you read. Right now love…love is not real."

Sakura simply brushed her statement off.

A few girls walked into the room. They went to their lockers and engaged in a conversation. They spoke so loud that Sakura and Tomoyo could not help over hear.

"So, tomorrow night is that night." One said.

"Yeah, the night we finally do it. I mean we've fucked but that was before I liked him."

The other giggled.

"I must be the only one." Sakura thought "But…it just doesn't seem right to do it just for the sake of doing it."

The next day after school Sakura started her way home. She started her way out in the rain. Her initial plan was to run to run as fast as she possible could. She put her bag over her head. She stepped into puddles and stepped into mud. The raid poured progressively. She reached a zebra crossing when a car pulled up her direction. It was a black BMW. She shuddered believing it was strange men trying to give her a ride home. She took a step back when the windows slid down. Mr. Li's face popped out the window.

"Need a ride?" He said almost shouting.

She nodded hard walking around the car to the passenger seat. She got in and closed the door. As she fastened her seatbelt, he looked at her amazed "What are you doing all alone in the rain."

"Going home." She said simply trying to fix her damp hair "Sorry about your…." She glanced around noticing the cars interior "leather seats, holy shit Mr. Li, you how much are they paying you."

He started the engine "Not a lot. Part of my inheritance."

He eyes nearly popped out. She tried to be calm and sophisticated in her temperament. "So, uh…if you don't mind me asking, I don't mean to prod but…what's your first name."

He looked at her from the corner of his eye then back at the road "Syaoran."

She smiled "Syaoran…I like that." When she realized that she was speaking aloud, she covered her mouth "I'm sorry." She flushed timidly.

He looked at her from the corner of his eyes trying to hide the tinge of pink that had appeared in his cheeks "Do you mind if we stop at my place first, it's not far from here?"

"Sure." She said absently "So are you married?"

He started to feel hot "Uh…." He pondered "Yes."

She nodded "Alright. Is she at home?"

"No, she is a university student in Hong Kong. She's studying psychology."

"Do you love her; I've noticed that you don't wear a wedding ring. You seem to know a lot about love."

He kept his eyes fixed on the road "You sure ask a lot of questions. How come you never ask questions in class?"

"I usually agree with you." She confessed "And I understand."

He waited for a car to pass then he turned left "I don't know that much, I just like making people believe I do. The thing with my wife and I is, we were arranged to be married. I could not dispute. Her name is Meilin, I've known her all my life yet…" he paused "I don't…I don't understand her."

"It's normal for men not to understand women." She sounded almost happy at the sound of the news. She didn't mean to. She could already see that he did not love his wife.

He nodded "Sure."

"You don't love her." She said confidently and he, knowing it was the truth, did not argue.

He took a deep breath as beads of sweat came down his face,

She sighed "How could you just live with her without feeling love. I mean you kiss her all the tine and make love to her. Don't you feel bad?" she knew how nosy she was being but she had to have this man, he was a must.

He raised his shoulders tightening the grip around the staring wheel. "It's easier to have sex with someone than it is to love them…you'll understand when you're much older."

"But you are not that old…are you?"

He shook his head looking at her now "I'm 22. I was force to grow up very quickly. I graduated from high school when I was sixteen, went to university where I graduated at 20, and then I got married. Now I'm teaching. We're here…"

He lived in what Sakura could only describe as a 'fancy apartment for rich people'. So many questions were wedged like why was he teaching if he was flipping rich? Why was did he have to be married?

"You can wait in or if you want, you can get all dried up and I'll drive you back home afterwards." He was aware that he sounded like one of those men who were looking for a 'good time' with a younger woman but his intentions were good…honestly.

"I come with you."

He opened the door for her and led her to the reception area. In his apartment, he pointed his eyes to the coat hanger "You can hang your blazer.

Now her eyes were on his apartment "Wow." It was simple yet striking. There was contemporizing art on the wall. She slowly took off her coat.

"I'll get you something to wear and you can go to the laundry room and but your drench clothes in the dryer.

"Thank you. You've got a wonderful home." Her cheeks turned red.

"Thanks…uh Sakura…" he scratched the back of his ear "You wouldn't regard all this as sexual harassment."

"No."

They locked each other in a long gaze before they pulled away. He realized that her shirt was wet therefore, it was transparent. It exposed the pink bra she wore underneath her shirt. He tried to keep his thoughts together but knew that he had stared long enough. Sure enough he caught her staring.

"Typical guy." She told him

He turned bright red "I'm sorry, it's inappropriate. I mean…you're sixteen…this is fucked up…I'm fucked up…I'm sorry."

He shoulders rose "I don't mind, no really."

Her statement did not pacify him. He hit himself mentally for being so stupid. He walked past her "I'll get you a shirt and a few towels."

He handed them to her then pointed her to the bathroom where she would change. She thanked him once more and ambled her way to the bathroom. While she was in the bathroom, Syaoran took off his olive jacket and his tie. He took off his shoes and turned on the heater.

"I'm done, where is the laundry room?"

The sight that stood before him shocked Syaoran. He could not find the right words to tell her. A part of him liked the view yet another part hated him for liking it. She wore his white t-shirt and that was it. He could see a pair of white panties and she was not wearing a bra.

"Sak..uh…." he stuttered "You forgot to wear pants." He stared at her long smooth legs.

"You didn't give me any pants so I thought…" she paused "You said the laundry room is this side…right."

He nodded bright red.

"Jeez, you're acting like you've never seen a naked woman before. Doesn't your wife treat you?" She turned around and he noticed her exposed bum cheeks.

He gulped "Well um…no and she's shy." Meilin would never walk around like that in his presence. She was insecure about her body.

She turned her head "Oh." Sakura walked to the laundry room.

While she was gone, he looked for a towel. When she came back, he approached her and wrapped the towel around her waist "I think it's better if you wear this around your waist. You are distracting me. Remember, I'm your teacher and I'm 6 years older than you. It's inappropriate."

She wrapped the towel around her waist "Alright, but I'm not as immature as other girls my age. I swear."

He chuckled "I'm sure it's not a long time since you stopped wearing your training bra."

She tilted her head on one side "Ha, very funny." She said dryly.

"I don't need you treating me like a child. My father already does that 24/7."

He was smiling "Good to know." There was a loud sound of thunder. Syaoran looked at the window. "Looks like the weather is getting worse. Can I get you something to drink, coffee maybe?"

She looked at him, her eyes half closed "Sure. Can I spend the night."

Syaoran's eyebrows rose, he ran his fingers through his hair "What am I going to do with you." He sighed "Uh…why."

"Because this is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"What is?"

"I'll show you, after we eat. Let me just call my Dad, I'll tell him I'm sleeping at Tomoyo's. He'll understand."

While Sakura spoke to her father, Syaoran prepared them hot chocolate with marsh mellows. He settled them on the coffee table in the living room. Sakura came back and sat next to him.

"He says it's cool."

"You know Sakura, I always thought of you as shy and….quiet. You've proved me wrong."

Sakura kept her vision fixed on him. She could not dispute. He picked up the mug from the table and handed it to her "Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks." She took a sip "Yum." She took another sip "So do plan to keep teaching, I mean is it really your courier choice."

"It's just for now. What I really love is painting, see all these pictures on the wall are by me."

She looked at them astonished "No shit!"

He laughed at her vulgar language "Yes, I'll just work for my father's company. It's expected."

"So you always do what people say?" she shifted closer to him turning her body his direction "Your twenty-two. I mean I can't wait to be eighteen."

"It's not that easy."

She looked around once more "Have you ever painted a nude model."

Syaoran nearly choked on his hot chocolate "Uh….no…"

"You should ask me when you need one. I wouldn't mind."

Syaoran rolled his eyes. Sakura was becoming overbearing. His body was hot and he was having trouble playing it cool.

"Are you a virgin?" he decided to be frank.

She nodded "Yes." She placed a hand on his thigh. He looked down at her hand.

"Are you always like this with guys or…."

She shook her head "Never, they wish. I could never ask any other guys these kind of questions except for you. High school guys bore me."

He felt his heart beating in his throat "Why me?"

She put her mug on the table "I really like you." She said softly "I think I love you."

Syaoran nearly fell off the couch. "You don't know what you are saying."

"I mean it. You are kind and intelligent. I like it when you at me, I like the way you are to me. I think about you Syaoran, all the time. Sometimes I can't even sleep. Have you ever thought about me, be hones."

"Uh…yes. But not in a sexual way…more like…" he cleared his throat "Um…I think of you…I like you but." He paused "I'm married."

She nodded "I know that but we can make it work. You don't love her, I can tell. Sometimes when you look at me, it feels like I've died and gone up to heaven."

He looked at her, he's heart was aching for every part of her but he had to be discreet. She leaned closer to his face and kissed him on the lips. It was a short kiss and she gently pulled away "I'm not messing with you. I feel so much for you."

He was silent. The feeling of her lips was sensational but he could not ask for more. She moved off the couch.

"Can I see your DVD collection?" She asked pointing at a shelf, abruptly changing the topic.

"Yeah." He nodded absently.

She browsed through his collection while he watched her.

"All these movies are old."

He gulped "Uh, yeah."

"Do you have anything from this century?" she teased "Other than…" she giggled "porn."

Syaoran's face turned bright red. He hurried over to her and took the DVDs away from her hands. "You…do you mind."

"I understand. You're away from your wife, you get horny. Big deal. "

He put them aside "Uh…Sakura…"

"If it makes you feel better, I've seen it before. Just for the experience. It's not really my thing. I think the more you watch people having sex, the less you end up doing it."

He sighed embarrassed "Are you saying to…" he gulped "Want to do it?"

She held his hand "Well yeah." She dropped the towel on the floor.

He looked into her eyes. His hand went up to her face and he touched her cheek "You are sucking the sanity out of me. You will be the end of me."

She smirked.

"I want you but…." Sakura cut him off when she grasped his mouth with hers. She pressed her lips against his while he responded vigorously. He wrapped his hands around her slim waist. Gentle would be a harsh way to describe the acquaintance of their kiss. It was rough yet not hasty. Their tongues met in a heated battle, clashing frantically. Electricity flashed through their veins. It was hard to see how Sakura could be inexperience. She snaked her arms around his neck groaning in between the kiss. They stopped to take in some air.

"Wow…."he said amazed, it was the most remarkable kiss he had ever experienced.

She looked into his eyes and stroked his hair "You are a wonderful man."

She reached for his hand and held it and he held hers back. They hands were clasped tightly. She started walking and he followed "Is this the way to your bedroom?" she asked.

Syaoran flushed "Yeah."

When they reached his room, she let his hand go. He followed her then stopped as he watched her climb on top of the bed. She took the t-shirt off then lay on the bed. Her hair auburn hair curled temptingly around her face. Her legs were slightly apart. He took note of her perfect breasts. Not too big yet not too small. They looked delicate and untouched. Her rosy nipples made him shudder. His eyes hovered over her flat tummy and the cute pair of panties she was wearing. They were white with a tiny ribbon.

"Take off your clothes." She said looking at him.

Like an obedient child, Syaoran took off everything but his navy blue boxers. She watched him anxiously. He's skin was flawlessly tan. He exposed his tight abs and biceps.

He ambled loser to the bed.

"I want you to do what you please with me. Take me." She asked him.

He climbed on top of her, groping her lips. They were once again engaged in a passionate kiss. He kissed her cheek, her neck and gently nibbled on her ear. As he embraced her under his ministration, she snaked her hands around his body allowing both of her hands to meet on back. He planted soft butterfly kisses of her neck that made her giggle. His kisses traveled up to her neck. Sakura moaned shamelessly.

He withdrew his upper body. His legs were on both sides of her hips. He found himself a slave to passion. He pressed his lips against the river of her breasts. Then he cupped his hand around her breast. His fingers stroked her rosy nipples. She groaned "Syaoran…"

He groped her nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipples while rubbing her other breast. Then after that, he attended her other breast. His left her breasts and kissed her all the way down her stomach until a barrier known as panties topped him. Gently took them off, sliding them down her slender legs. Now she was naked. He ran his hand through her soft curls, teasing her. She parted her legs further. He rubbed her clitoris gently. Sakura panted. Her heart beat increased and lost control of her now heavy breathing.

He kissed her lips while his hand massages her now swollen clitoris. He could feel the fluids that flowed from her vagina coat his finger. He's penis was erect and he thought he was going to explode.

"Syaoran…uh…" she gasped for air.

He skid a finger into her opening. Then another. She arched her back and moved her hips. He continued this act until she reached her first orgasm. She yelped, her scream nearly tearing her throat. Now she was even more wet. He moved up on to of her body and kissed her mouth once more nibbling on her lower lip.

Sakura could not take it; she wanted his erection inside of her. He gently stoke her hair as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I want us to be one…make love to me." She pleaded.

He reached for a condom from the drawer by the bedside table. He tore it with his teeth and slipped it on.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." she said calmly.

"Aren't you scared."

She shook her head "No."

He gently slid his erection into her moist opening. She shuddered when his cock was in contact with her body. He slowly entered her. When he reached her barrier, he looked into her eyes. She nodded assuring him. After the assurance, he went for the kill. She closed her eyes. He blood rushed through her vein and there was a little bit of pain. Syaoran stopped moving

"Sorry…"

She smiled past the pain "Carry on."

He moved gently inside of her. When she could no longer feel the pain, she whispered "faster." He increased his pace until their bodies were slapping dynamically against each other. Their breathing accelerated and their muscles were tense. She could feel it coming, her orgasm.

"Harder…oh Syaoran." She said in between each breath. He was no better. He's breathing seemed to be faster than hers.

Finally, she reached her orgasm, he toes curled up and the tension was released. It was replaced my waves of pleasure. He writhed on top of her until reached his peak.

"Sakura." He called out her name.

He moved on from on top of her "that was amazing." He said his body drenched in sweat.

Sakura leaned her head on his chest and muttered, "I liked this. I really like you."

He stroked her hair and kissed forehead "me too."

Sakura smiled. She could sense the honesty in his tone but she had to speculate first "And you are not just saying that because we've just made love."

He shook his head "No."

He stroked her hair taking in the scent of her perfume "You are so interested in knowing things about me but you never talk about yourself."

She rested her arm on his chest "There is not much to say. My mother died when I was very young, I barely remember her, but….I still miss her. My father is a professor at Tokyo U. He's alright except he never wants me to go out. He wants me to stay home all the time."

"You're lucky; my parents were not that caring."

"So what does all this mean?"

He shrugged "I don't know but…I want to be around you all the time. Even at school when you twirl my direction in your mini skirt." He sniggered "You are the most interesting woman I have ever known."

"Me too. I'm sorry about your sheets."

He laughed "No problem."

"I know this is out of context and most guys freak out when girls ask them this but do you have kids."

"No."

She smiled "Great."

The next day in literature class, when Syaoran saw her enter his cheeks turned crimson. Beads of sweat tumbled down his face as he remembered making love to her. He turned his face quickly; he felt like everyone could see what was really going on.

"Morning Sakura."

Sakura smiled at him as she would on any other day. When the class was full he sat on the table.

"Right, please turn to um…."he looked up as Sakura quickly then gulped "Page 23."

The class did as he asked of them.

"Did anyone read the poem and if you have can you please stand up and explain it to the rest of the class."

No one raised their hand up. Syaoran sighed "Alright, I'll just have to choose someone."

He looked at Sakura "Miss Kinomoto, why don't you humor us."

Sakura's eyes went to both sides of the room. She could not understand why he was suddenly picking on her. He knew very well that she did not do her homework because she was busy having sex with him.

"Ugh…I haven't even read it." She said nervously feeling annoyed.

"Explain it anyway." He said in a stern tone.

"That's not fair." She argued.

"I don't care if it's fair." He told her.

Sakura gnashed her teeth. She kept quiet, refusing to say a word. It was then he finally left her alone.

She needed to talk to him, fast. She found him in the parking lot after school. He walked up to his car and she followed him.

"Why did you humiliate me?" she asked him.

He narrowed his eyes to her "Because I don't know how else to treat you. I don't want to be too nice and yet…" he paused and said in whisper, "I don't want this to end before it has started. I need you Sakura." He confessed. There was something sincere about him that she could not help but forgive him.

"I can't come over today." She folded her arms over her chest "My father wants me home. I have to cook and my brother is coming to visit."

Syaoran nodded "It's alright."

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A/N: R&R please.