A Second Chance

A Second Chance by Tickie

**A Second Chance
**By: **Tickie
**(Copyrighted by the author)
Editor: Radio Rancher
Re-write Editor: Gerry Young 

This is a story of love between two men. As such there is some sex but it is really more about their relationship. If you're into romance, I hope this story pleases you.

The following story has to do with graphically explicit sexual descriptions of sexuality between consenting adults. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults, is entirely fictitious and is only intended to be a fantasy. The names are fictitious as well. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you are not at least 18 years old please do not read any further down in this story.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at... [dinggrey@gmail.com](mailto:dinggrey@gmail.com?subject=MS A Second Chance C-3)[](mailto:dinggrey@gmail.com?subject=A Second Chance C-2)

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Chapter 3

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**Waking from a wonderful night of making love, I felt my Cowboy lying next to me. His back was against my chest, my cock -- resting in his warm canyon, getting hard. I put my mouth to his ear and whispered, "Are you awake, my love?" No answer; I spoke a little louder. "Are you awake love?"

Jim stirred, saying; "I am now! You're a crazed sex fiend!" as he turned over to face me.

I planted a big wet kiss on his lips.

"What's on your mind today, besides sex?" Jim mumbled as he pulled me close.

I tickled him and said, "Would that be a problem, Cowboy?" I teased him.

Jim replied with a cute grin, "Well ... no AND yes, but only because my folks will be home today."

'Oh, yes, that could be a problem,' I thought, so I giggled and said, "Well, I guess we just have to get your lazy ass out of this bed and go out to the ranch, then." I tickled him some more.

He was squirming, and giggling, while I tickled him.

Jim stammered, "That sounds great, love; let's get cleaned up." He pulled away, and headed for the bathroom.

I got out of bed and followed him like a puppy. "Wait for me, Cowboy." Both of us were sprouting wood.

We both took our morning piss at the same time into the bowl. Our two yellow streams flowed, and danced together. We turned to the shower and said in unison, "you first." Then we both chuckled.

Jim said with a warm smile, "Why don't we just take one together, love?"

I answered saying, "Sounds like a plan." He opened the shower, turned on the water, and adjusted the temperature. He stepped in and I followed. I reached for the soap and began washing his muscled back, lathering it up good. And then with both hands, I worked his back muscles and washed him clean, all the way down his backside. I turned him around, kissed him, and then I started down from his neck. I then found those, beautiful, amber nipples; I bit them gently, getting a mouthful of suds, and washed them until they were hard. That sent a chill down to something that was growing. I washed all of him; I paid the most attention, however, to one long beautiful part, which was standing proud. That caused a similar part of my body to stand up and pay attention. By this time, Jim's legs looked like they were about to give out; they buckled, and he was whimpering and moaning.

Jim spoke uncontrollably, "I am so hot, love, don't stop, take me now! Take all of me love." Jim, knowing he was ready, oh, God he was so ready to shoot, said, "Please don't stop."

I turned him around to wash off the lather, then turned him around again, got down on my knees and licked at the stud's proud manhood; I licked his balls, first one, then the other, taking them both into my mouth, oh, such a delicious mouthful, then I sucked them one at a time.

"Oh, shit, that feels so goooood; don't ever stop, Charlie, my Charlie; don't stooooop!" Jim shuddered.

I just kept working on his tool, and playing with those love eggs until I could tell he was losing control. Then I stopped, slithered up, and kissed him, over and over, until he grabbed me, and gently pushed me back down to his waiting, throbbing cock; I again took him all the way in. My nose rested in his pubic hair and I smelled him again. I felt him stiffen even more, as small little jerks rippled down his legs.

"Oh, Charlie take it all, take it allllllll, oh, ohhhhhhh," he moaned, collapsing to the bottom of the shower.

As he went to the floor, I just went down with him, and said, "Come on, Cowboy!" I kind of mumbled it, though, because my mouth was full. I sucked every drop. After I drained him, I stood up, and pulled him to his feet and kissed him. I pressed the love juice from my mouth to his; he drank it in, along with my tongue.

Then Jim pulled me in close to him, turned me around, and started on my back. He soaped me up and down between my legs, playing with my balls from behind me, which drove me nuts. He pulled my soapy body back against his. He reached around me, and soaped up my chest and stomach; then, he worked his way down to my manhood. He started to really lather my cock, stroking up and down, up and down, faster, and faster, with one hand, while the other was pinching my nipples, one at a time. He traced his free hand's fingers all over my chest, and stomach. It was wild. It was hot. And I was about to explode. I flinched when he moved back up to my nipple and pinched it again.

I said, in a shaking voice, "Oh, Cowboy, my Cowboy, I'm about to loose it, oooooh. He stopped, spun me around like a top, and went down on my cock in one swift move. He managed to get to it just before I lost it. He sucked and licked until I caved in on the floor; he pulled me up and planted a huge wet sticky kiss on me. Our tongues danced the dance of love together. I just looked into his eyes and told him, "I love my Cowboy more than life."

Jim looked at me with an evil grin, saying, "I love my Charlie more than that," while he continued stroking my back.

I stared at Jim, with a huge grin of my own, and said, "You devil, you; what's on your mind now? You look like you're plotting something wicked." I was looking deep into his eyes. I smiled back at him. "I think we need something to eat. Maybe something, other than each other, would be a good idea, wouldn't it!"

Jim agreed, and headed for the bedroom, I just followed him. Then Jim re-packed his bag, and left a note for his folks.

We were off to find some breakfast. After we devoured our food, we headed out to the ranch. Jim had never been there before; it was a surprise to him. When we pulled up in front of the house, I noticed the place was decorated for Christmas. The outdoor lights were still on. My heart just sank. I started crying again, and Jim noticed, and came up to me, put his arms around me, and began to hug me.

Jim softly said, "Are you going to be ok here? We can go back to my place, if you'd be more comfortable there." Jim was fighting hard to hold back his own tears for me. Jim thought to himself, 'This has to be killing Charlie inside. Oh, yes, it's hurting him. I can't stand seeing him hurting like this. It's sucking the life out of him; I can see it in his beautiful eyes, and the life isn't there.'

I just looked at the house for a few minutes and then said, "I have to do this; I just have to." I walked up to the front door and opened it. I stepped in. Jim followed me. I stood in the middle of the living room and looked around at the beautiful tree and all the presents under it, and I broke down. I fell to the floor and cried ... cried for how long I don't know, but until there were no more tears to shed.

All that time Jim was holding me close, rocking me gently, and kissing my forehead while we huddled together, in the middle of the floor. I finally managed to pull myself together. I stood up and told Jim, "I'm not gonna let this drag me down. I have to be stronger than the pain of losing them. Can you, please, help me do it, love, please?"

Jim looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "Charlie, oh my Charlie, I'm having a hard time keeping from crying myself, love, but no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you, always; I'll never let you go."

Jim was also thinking to himself, 'My God you would have to be made of stone, not to be sad in this room right now, what with presents, a beautiful tree, and the Christmas season upon us. Poor Charlie, what a horrible time to have this situation thrust upon you'.

I gathered my thoughts, sighed deeply, and said, "Let's go to the den." I turned and walked down the hall, and into the wood-paneled room. I looked at my father's desk for a few minutes, then I looked at Jim. He was watching every move I made. There was fear in his eyes, I could see that. He continued, saying, "Don't be afraid, love; this is hard for me, and I am trying to be strong." Then I sat down in my father's chair behind the big desk and pulled open the top drawer, I had never looked in his desk in my life. That had been something I was never allowed to do. Rummaging around in the desk, I found his checkbook, and I suddenly realized that I had to be able to get funds, I only had my allowance, and it was almost gone. I chuckled and said. "Jim, can you believe, I'm almost broke. My allowance just about ran out last night, and all the family's funds are in mom and dad's names."

Jim said with a serious look, "I have some money you can have love; do you need it now?" He thought for a little bit that I was serious, but I laughed at him. "Why are you laughing at me?" he asked, somewhat upset at me.

"Calm down," I said, "Sorry, love. It was just funny, to me, and wasn't meant to be an insult, I'm so sorry." 'Oh, shit, I have to be more careful about that, oh yes, don't do that again.'

Jim replied with a sly grin, "Apology accepted, my Buckaroo," then thinking, 'I should've known he had money, just, no way to get it for a few days'.

"Oh, so I have a new name now, do I?" I smiled at my Cowboy.

Jim answered as I gazed deeply into his beautiful eyes, "Yes, you buck like a bronco every time you ... you know..."

I was laughing out loud, now. I said, "Well, you don't lie there like a wet mop either, do you?"

I asked, "Jim, would you get our stuff out of the jeep? My room is at the end of the hall to the right."

Jim sheepishly asked, "Is that my room, too?" He had a cute but loving smile on his face.

"Oh, yes! By all means it is." I was returning his loving smile.

Jim replied, "What if I want my own room?" with a teasing smirk on his face.

I just said jokingly, "I can give you a room for yourself, out in the barn, you asshole." I needed that; he helps me forget the pain. "Now quit messing with my scrambled brains. I have some things to get done, and some calls I need to make. It shouldn't take me too long, ok?" I was trying to concentrate on my problems.

Jim quickly said, "No problem, love. I'll be back in a flash with the gear," thinking, 'I'm happy that my love is starting to come back to me. I know it will take time to heal, why wouldn't it? Oh, how I love him'.

I picked up the phone and called the family attorney. I let him know that I needed access to all of my father's bank accounts, and that he should start taking care of transferring all the titles to the ranch and the business, and any other holdings he had, over to me. Mr. Mc Kenny told me that I would have access to all the bank accounts by 3:00 PM that day, and the rest would take a few days longer. He told me he needed the death certificates from the county. I told him to push for that as soon as possible. Then he told me that I would have to stop by the bank, and sign some signature cards, and I would have access to the accounts, and they would be waiting for me. I thanked him and hung up the phone. As I looked up, I saw Jim staring at me. "What are you looking at, Cowboy?" I chuckled. I know I had a huge grin on my face. I couldn't help it. I loved looking at him.

Jim, with a grin, just said, "I'm looking at a big business tycoon. You just look the part, don't you?" He smiled and started laughing, too.

I came out from behind the desk and pulled him into a bear hug and kissed him; oh, did I kiss him. I spoke with a matter of fact tone, "Well, Jim, that brings up something I've been thinking about," I backed up and sat on the corner of the desk, with a very serious look on my face. "How would you like to work for Lambert & Lambert when you finish school this spring?" I wanted him to understand I really meant this. It's not a joke, I knew that, but I wanted him to know it, too.

Jim was shaken but replied, "Charles James Lambert, are you sure? My God, you're kidding me, right?" Then thinking to himself, 'Oh shit, I would die for that job, but it can't be; no, I have to be dreaming this'.

I just spoke with authority saying, "I'm dead serious about this, love. I know you can handle it, and for God's sake, I love you, and if we are going to be together, I want to have you working, where we can be together, always." 'God, please say yes, please, I need you so much, right now, love, I do, please, please.'

Jim, in shock, seemed barely able to say, "Charlie, this would be a dream come true; how could I not say yes? I love you so much." Thinking to himself, 'Oh, shit he's going to think, no don't go there; no, leave that alone, what if we break... no, no, forget that now!'

I was so happy that he'd said yes, I just spoke, "Ok. You are now a Personal Business Consultant, for the CEO of Lambert & Lambert, Inc." Then I thought to myself, 'That's for real; oh, yes, it's real; now for the fun.' And then I continued, "Now what kind of salary are we going to negotiate?" Jim just stood there in shock, I think, 'cause he had no expression on his face. I said, "Hello, in there, are you home, love? Come over and sit down before you fall down."

Jim stammered saying, "Sir, I don't know; I'd have to think about it," he was thinking, 'where did, "SIR" come from? Gees, he's my lover, or is he? Can we mix the two? Of course, we can, but maybe not, does he love me, still?'

I was puzzled, saying, "SIR! WHAT?"

Jim was still somewhat shocked, saying, "Crap, I'm sorry, I switched into business mode." He tried to laugh it off, thinking, 'God, he's looking into my eyes; I could see he was having fun with me ... at least, I hope so!'

I still wanted to pull his chain a bit saying, "Well, let's just see what kind of salary we can work out then," I put my finger aside my nose, rested my chin on my thumb, and looked at him. "I know! How about sixty blowjobs a month and all the lovin' you can handle, plus a new car each year, and of course, I'll love you for the rest of my life. Will that work for you?" I was biting my lip so hard, to keep a straight face, but I couldn't keep it up for very long. I burst out laughing so hard my sides began to ache.

Jim caught the joke, and he came back with, "Well, I accept, all but the new car, plus I get to have my way with your ass thirty..." He trailed off into a side-splitting laugh. "Shit, stop this, Charlie, it's too funny, and my sides are aching, too."

I said while I was still chuckling, "Ok, it's settled then. You are now working for me. Let me call the office and get things started."

Jim spoke quickly, "Wait, Charlie, I thought this was to be when I finished college in the spring, wasn't it?" He was dumb founded.

I told him, "Yes, that's when you will start, but you are going to be on a yearly salary, and that's going to start today. I want you to enjoy the last part of the school year, with me." 'God, I don't want him to think I'm buying his love. I won't let that happen, ever. Oh, God, NOT ever!'

Jim looked at me and said, "Ok, love, I understand" He gave forth with a smile, and his dark blue eyes glittered with happiness.

I picked up the phone and called Mike Farrell. I told Jim to stay with me in the room while I talked on the phone. I wanted him to hear what I was about to say. When Mike came to the phone, I spoke to him. "Hello Mike, this is Charles, and I want to ask you a question, or two."

Mike said, "Ok"

"I am the CEO, now, of Lambert & Lambert, correct?"

Mike replied, "Yes, but it's going to take a few days to get the paper work done."

"Ok, now tell me what one of our top business consultants makes a year?"

Mike said, "Off the top of my head, about $80,000.00; why are you asking, Charles?"

"Now if I were to have a personal business consultant, as the CEO, would that change it any?"

Mike questioned, "Charles, where is this going, son? Sorry, but you ARE like a son to me, you know."

"I know, Mike, and I thank you for that, and I know you mean it as well. Now back to the question at hand."

Mike paused thinking, then spoke again, "Well it would add maybe $10,000 a year, unless you wanted to put them on a commission base."

I questioned, "Commission base, what kind of percent is that?"

Mike answered, "Most firms offer a five percent commission on clients.

I said, "Hold on a sec, be right back." I covered the mouthpiece; I asked, "Jim, is a hundred thousand a year ok?" He just nodded 'yes.' I thought he was a bit dazed.

I began to speak again, "Ok. I've made up my mind, Mike; I have someone I want as my personal business consultant, and I have given this a lot of thought." Even in college, I knew one day I would be running the company. "So I want James added to the payroll effective today, at the salary of $100,000.00 a year. I'll put him on the phone so he can give you all the personal data you need for his records. Also, he is my personal consultant. Please advise the staff of that. One sec, please...."

I looked over at Jim he was still in a daze, covering the mouthpiece of the phone, I asked him. "Is that a fair salary, love?" He just looked at me not saying anything. "Hey, Cowboy, wake up. I asked you a question."

Jim blurted out without thinking, "Oh, shit, it's fantastic! How can I ever thank you enough?" He answered, with a shocked look on his face.

I spoke to Mike again, "Ok. That's what I want."

Mike replied, "Ok, Charles, if that's what you want, I know your father had some outside advice as well, and that is a good practice. If you put him on the phone I'll have one of the girls get his information."

I said quickly, "Wait, one more thing, Mike, could you have someone come out to the ranch today and remove all the Christmas decorations, please? I am not much in the mood for them this year. Also, have them just put the presents in the study, for now. Oh, yes, I have already talked to Doug, about getting access to my parents funds, so that's taken care of."

Mike said, "Ok, Charles, now put James on, unless you have something else on your mind?"

I replied "No, that's about it for now, and thanks for just being there for me, Mike; I really appreciate it." I turned to Jim and handed him the phone.

I said, "Now, tell Mike what he needs to know, ok?" 'He's so cute, I just love him, and I'm gonna be the happiest man in the world.'

I put Jim on the phone with Mike and I went into the kitchen to get something to drink and returned to the den. Jim was just about to hang up the phone. I needed to get to town and the bank, and I wanted Jim to come with me.

I looked over at Jim. I smiled and said, "Hey, love, would you like to come with me to town? I have to hit the bank, and then, maybe?" thinking maybe he wanted to do something.

Jim looked at me and saw the sparkle in my eyes again. Then said, "Sure thing, Buckaroo," thinking, 'It's so nice to see him coming back to me.' Oh, my God, a wonderful thought just came to mind. 'I wonder if he and I could share a place, back in Laramie' then continued, "I was just thinking ... you think we can get a place together in Laramie for the rest of school?" Then he continued his thoughts, 'Oh, say yes, please...'

I said jokingly, "You think we should? That's dangerous." I chuckled at him, thinking what a great plan. I already had that in mind. "Sure, but I wonder if we'll get any studying done?" I looked at him with an evil grin.

We left the ranch and headed into town, stopping at the bank, so I could take care of business there. I was thinking that his car was going to cost someone a lot of money to repair, and the insurance, well ... with that thought, I asked Jim, "What kind of car would you like?"

Jim said with surprise in his voice, "I have a car, you know that!" he was thinking, 'Now what's going on? What's he thinking now?'

I replied, "That's not what I asked," I once again looked into his beautiful blue eyes, and I gave him that I'm-serious-now look.

Jim hesitated while he thought for a little bit and then said, "Well, I have always been a Ford Motors man; I guess that comes from pop; he always liked Ford products." He was so cute, but he still had a puzzled look on his face.

I just stated, "Well, love that job comes with a company car, you know, and I was just thinking..." 'I hope this is not too much, too fast, for him to comprehend; it's beginning to be almost too much for me.'

"Great, but I have a car! I can't drive but one at a time," Jim said with a questioning look.

I told him, "Well, you do with that car what ever you like, love. But the company will be getting you a new one, tomorrow." I watched his face, and I looked into those deep blue eyes, our eyes were almost the exact same color, and I could see pure love in them. They just melted me every time I looked into them.

"Ok, boss, if that's, what you want for me!" Jim said, as he thought to himself, 'Now don't be too patronizing, or you'll break the mood. Oh, no, I don't want to do that now.'

"Boss? Ok, so now, I'm your boss, am I?" I asked, as I smiled at him.

"I love your smile. It just brightens my whole world. What else would I call you then?" Jim answered, he was toying with me and I just loved it.

I poked him in the ribs saying, "Well, only when we are working on company stuff, you asshole, but now, I want my lover back, ok?" I gave him my patented evil grin.

Jim asked with a giggle, "Charlie? Can we swing by my place so you can meet my folks?" He was so excited that he wanted the world to know!

We stopped for lunch, then, drove on to Jim's house and his parents were there; he told them about his new job, and introduced me as his new employer, and friend from college. We didn't want to say any more than that about our love for each other. Jim told them about how I had just lost my parents, and they were so sympathetic, and opened their home and their hearts to me. It was nice to have parents again, even if they were Jim's. I would soon be calling them mom and dad.

Jim and I returned to Laramie a few days earlier than we needed to, so that we could find a nice apartment off campus. Jim gave his car to his younger brother, David. David and I never hit it off too well, but that was ok. Jim was driving the company car now, a nice Lincoln, I kept my Jeep for many years; I loved it, and it was where I found my love. I can't say that it was where I fell in love, because that happened in high school.

I had the ranch remodeled, where, among other things, we had the north wing split into a couple offices, one for Jim and the other for me. I had extra phone and data lines put in, and we moved the CEO's office and his consultant's to the ranch, permanently. This left Mike, as General Manager in town, to do the daily operation of the company there. There were good reasons for this, but that's another story.

June was approaching, and both of us were getting our degrees. Jim's was, as planned, and so was mine. Jim's parents were at the graduation and we all celebrated together. I really missed mom and dad that day, and the Andersen's, all of them, more so, Jim, but, they all were comforting and warm. James finally told his parents about us, as lovers, his mom was accepting, his dad... Well, it took a while, but he finally came round. I don't know if that was because he really understood gays, or, if it was the money I had, but who really cared? Not I, and I don't think Jim did either. His brother was not ok with it. I can't say much more. Jim moved into my room at the ranch where we spent many wonderful and blissful nights together in each other's arms and other wonderful places.**

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It was Christmas time again, almost a year since my folks died. I wasn't looking forward to that, but I had my love, and he had me. Jim was sitting by the fireplace, looking into the fire. As I stepped into the living room, he turned his head to look at me, and said. "You're looking kind of down today, love; is there a problem?"

"Kind of," I said, deep in thought.

"Is there anything I can do, Hon!" Jim asked, looking a little worried.

"It's alright, love; I was just thinking about what happened last year." I didn't want it to sound like that, so I changed my tone, and said, "Not about us, love, just my folks and how I miss them so much."

Jim said with a loving expression on his face, "I understand, love," Then he got up from his chair, walked over to me and kissed me, and, boy, oh boy, did he ever kiss me. "You have me," he assured me, "and I'll always be here for you. I know I can't replace them, but you have my love."

I returned his wonderful, kiss, with my tongue pressing into his warm, silky, mouth. Our tongues played like two snakes doing a mating dance, my cock was also rising to the occasion, and I could feel my love's doing the same. I pushed my love back and started to unbutton his shirt. He stopped me, looked into my eyes, then, he pulled me to the floor, onto the long shag carpet, in front of the blazing fire. He kissed me again, and we wrestled with each other, trying to undo one another's shirts. I started tickling him, and in turn, he tickled me. We were laughing and horsing around on the floor. Finally, I pulled Jim close to me, and whispered, "If you don't let me get you undressed, we'll never get where we both want to be."

"Ok, Buckaroo, have your way with me," Jim said, with an evil grin.

Jim just lay there and let me undress him. As soon as I had his clothes off of him, he started tickling me again, which was driving both of us wild. I told him through gritting teeth, "Stop that, or I'm going to pee myself."

Jim said. "I sure would like to see that." He reached out to tickle me again.

I jumped away from him, and started removing my shirt, but Jim got to me and pulled my shirt off, popping off one of the buttons. I said, "That shirt cost me fifty bucks, you asshole."

Jim with a chuckle said, "Don't worry, you butthead, I'll just get you a new one; my boss pays me well," still smiling at me with clear love showing on his face.

Jim continued to pull off my pants and shorts with a single pull. Then he sat back onto his legs in a kneeling position, looking down at me just lying there fully exposed to his gorgeous blue eyes. He said, "So, now, what are you going to do, Buckaroo ... just look at me?"

I was teasing him with my eyes. I could see he was about to pounce on me like a tiger. He didn't, though. We just looked at each other, in the most loving and caring way. Our cocks were both hard and needing attention. Jim just came over to me, and picked up my legs, then he slid in between them, and lined his manhood up with my rose bud. Then he put my legs over his shoulders, and leaned forward, forcing my legs back toward my head, and, he planted a warm loving kiss on my lips. I knew we would soon join together as one. He reached over to the end table and picked up the tube of KY. Then he applied it with one finger and worked it into my rose bud, then he gently worked in another, and then another, until I wanted him, so very, badly, that I was grabbing the carpet with my hands, pulling on it.

He said lovingly, "Ok, Buckaroo, it's time for the rodeo!"

Jim, ever so gently, started applying pressure to my opening, and I felt the head start in. I tightened my muscles, then, relaxed them. Then I felt him pushing in, deeper and deeper, I could feel his balls hitting my ass, then he reached down and started playing with my balls. I was in heaven, all over again. I moaned, "Oh Cowboy, take me now, take me; make me yours."

He just kept a steady in and out motion and I was starting to pant. The more he pumped me, the more I wanted; then, he started to jack me off, as he was pumping in and out. I screamed." I'm gonna shooooot. God! Take me, faster, love, faster, oh shit! Faster, oh, don't stop, I'm cooooming."

He was working my cock in a blur, and pumping my ass for all it was worth. Then, in a final thrust, he shoved it all the way into me, and shot, first one load, then another, saying, "Oh, Buckaroo, I'm shooting, oh, my God, it is soooo gooood, toooo much, tooo good." As Jim shot his load into me, I was spurting my load all over my chest, Jim just lay down on top of me, and we began to kiss, long hard kisses.

We both were fully exhausted, and ready for a nice long, hot, shower, together, but we just lay there in the glow and the warmth of the fire, locked in each other's arms ... kissing ... cuddling ... and making each other happy.

To be continued...**

Author's note:

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