Intimacy

INTIMACY (Part 2) by Sebastian Wallace

We got back late from visiting the trenches and the Second World War Museum. We'd eaten out in Brussels and then gone to see this surreal play about life under Nazi rule. The teachers said we'd been quite lucky that the play had been running at exactly the same time as our visit. The students had a rather different opinion.

We got back to the hostel at about half past ten.

Simon and I went up to Dobby's room with a load of other lads for a smoke and to slag the trip off.

This guy Jed claimed that he and a few other guys had sneaked out of the play and gone to a bar. They'd bought a few drinks, he said, and got it together with some Belgian girls. He made vague inferences about what they'd done afterwards, clearly hoping for questions from us, but the whole story seemed so highly improbable that none of us even bothered to acknowledge that he's spoken.

At about half past eleven, I felt tired and said I was going to get off to bed. The others made jokes about Mr Gould needing to tuck me in, but I really felt shattered from the long and day and said my goodnights. Simon said he'd come too and the two of us wandered back to our room.

Gould was getting undressed when we got back. He'd just got back from having a few drinks with Mr Vaughan, one of the other young teachers accompanying us on the trip. The two of them seemed to be big mates and had run a couple of hiking trips together with groups of lads from the fifth form.

Simon and I followed his lead and started undressing. We talked a bit about the trip and how it wasn't quite turning out as we'd anticipated with Gould grinning and nodding. After a while of listening to us winging, he said, "Well, I figure if you come on a history trip, you've got to expect a bit of... ah... history!"

I turned to him and smiled. "I just expected... you know... other stuff as well..."

Gould pulled down his trousers, revealing his pale grey briefs. They clung tightly to him and emphasized the bulk of his cock and balls bulging inside the front of them. Throwing his trousers across to his pile of clothes near his rucksack, he looked over at me and asked, "Girls, you mean...?"

Pulling off my boots, I nodded.

Gould took off his shirt and was wearing a tight dark blue vest underneath. It clung to his muscular chest and, although I was uncomfortable about finding other guys attractive when I was fifteen, I had to admit to myself that the guy looked pretty hot standing in front of us in his underwear.

He got onto his bed and sat on it, facing us and with his back to the wall. His legs were open and his feet were on the edge of the mattress so that we could see the front of his briefs splayed open and the gusset between his legs, connecting the front of them with the back. The paired mounds of his balls and the thicker rod of his cock were clearly defined inside them. He said, "Actually - and you guys can take the piss all you like - I kind of like being mainly around other guys for a few days."

Simon pulled down his jeans. His briefs were a dark red colour. He chuckled and said, "That sounds pretty weird..."

Gould looked quizzical. "What's weird about wanting to get away from women for a few days? It's good for guys to get together sometimes..."

Simon sat down on the edge of his own bed wearing a black Placebo teeshirt as well as his maroon briefs. His cock and balls looked small and almost inconsequential inside them in comparison with the more developed bulge inside Gould's underwear. He said, "Yeah. I can go with that. It's just that other stuff you said this morning... I think it's a bit... you know... bizarre."

Gould looked over at me. I finished pushing my socks into my holdall and sat down on my bed. Like Gould, I sat right back on the mattress with my back against the wall. I opened my legs, aware that my briefs were as tight as Gould's and that the outlines of my balls and cock would be obvious inside them. I was well built in that area and unashamed about showing them off, just as Gould was doing.

Gould grinned over at me. Then he turned back to Simon and asked him, "What do you mean? What other stuff?"

Simon said, "Well... you know... what you said this morning about being up Everest, wanking off with other guys in the tent and stuff."

Gould smiled, "It's hardly weird. When guys are alone, they need to relieve themselves. It's a fact of life, mate."

Simon said, "Yeah but in private. Not together."

Gould thought about this. Then he explained, "Most men seem to like to do it lying down. The natural place is therefore a bed. If you're sharing a room or a tent with other guys, you can't always wait til they're all asleep. So there bound to be the odd time when a few guys do it together."

Simon looked sceptical but intrigued. He moved back on his mattress, sitting with his back to the wall as Gould and I were. He opened his legs so that I could see that, between his legs, the material of his briefs was pinched slightly inside his arse crack. Then he continued, "I guess... but how does it start? I mean, do you just say, 'Okay guys. Wank time.'"

Gould and I chuckled. Gould shook his head, then said, "If it happens, it happens. It'd be kind of bizarre to make an announcement. Usually, after the light's been switched off and the conversation has died down, someone will try to discretely play with himself in his sleeping bag. And that gives everyone else a cue to join in if they feel like it."

Simon asked, "And you do it with guys from the school?"

"If we share together, yeah. I let them start it first. I'm not going to lie there in front of my students, giving them a solitary show. But if one or two of the lads want to pull themselves off, I'd join in if I felt like it."

"It's no big deal, Simon," I agreed.

Gould laughed. He casually adjusted his cock inside his briefs. "Yeah. If that'd shock you, Simes, some of the stuff that happens on these trips would make your hair curl."

I laughed too. "Like what?"

He said, "Well..." and then he shook his head and became coy. "No. It's private. Stuff between guys is their own business..."

I looked at Simon, wondering whether to let the topic drop. But he looked as interested as I was, so I pressed Gould for more. "It's not like I'm wanting names. I'm just interested to know..."

Gould shook his head again. "Suffice to say that some guys help each other out a bit..."

Simon protested, "I wouldn't be shocked by that. I mean, if you're gonna wank together, I guess it's the obvious thing to do." He looked over at me and I saw that his cheeks were turning slightly pink like he wasn't so sure about what he was saying as he thought he would be. I smiled and nodded to show him I agreed with him. He finished off, more hesitant, "Sort of like... doing a favour... to get one back... isn't it...?"

Gould said, "Yeah. I've no issues with it. I just thought you might have."

Simon shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I dunno if I'd do it myself, but I wouldn't have a problem with it happening in my tent."

I nodded, smiling. "Sounds kind of weird. But maybe fun."

Gould said, "You'd join in, would you, Seb?"

I laughed. "I dunno. I'm not gay..."

Gould chuckled. "Most guys I've been climbing and stuff with haven't been. I guess it's not about that. It's just being comfortable with other guys and trusting them... accepting each other's mutual needs. Stuff like that."

Simon said, "Yeah... I guess... I suppose it's pretty much given that that kind of stuff's gonna happen when guys are coupled up together with no girls..."

Gould grinned. "Like we are, you mean?"

Simon smiled but looked embarrassed. "Well - I dunno..."

I wanted to provoke Gould into giving me a few more details. I asked, trying to adopt a look of unconcerned interest, "So, have you ever done anything like that?"

He looked at me, smiling. I maintained my expression, trying to look curious but not amused or - worse - fascinated. He said, "Depends what level we're talking about..."

"What do you mean? Level?"

He kept smiling and looked more sheepish. He glanced at Simon, like he was afraid of offending him. Then he explained, "Well - are we talking about trading hand-jobs, mouth-jobs or..." He looked at Simon again, still smiling slightly. Then finished, "... arse-jobs?"

Simon half-laughed, half-gagged, "Ugh disgusting! Jesus!"

Gould laughed. "What? You just said trading favours was natural, Simes..."

Simon kept laughing. "Yeah, but not that! I was on about wanking each other off!"

I was more curious than amused. I asked, more seriously, "Is that kind of stuff common among normal guys?"

Gould was still grinning broadly, clearly very entertained by the conversation we were having. I noticed that his cock had lengthened significantly inside his briefs. "If you mean among heterosexual guys, well... I don't think it's common. But I think it goes on a fair amount when guys are camping together. Being away from family, friends and everything that's familiar. Needing a bit of company, a bit of intimacy with someone else. I guess if there were girls on the trips, there'd be stuff going on between them. Since there usually aren't, the lads just make do with each other."

Simon was still stunned. "Jesus!"

Gould laughed again. "I said I'd make your hair curl, mate."

Then I asked, smiling now, "And what about my question... have you ever done anything like - you know - what you called 'arse-jobs'?"

Gould grinned at me. "Not that, no. Not that I think it's disgusting: I just never did it."

I said, "But other guys have done it."

"Yeah. Of course."

"What, in your tent?"

Gould still smiled but didn't say anything. He looked like he was thinking. After a few seconds he said, "This goes no further right... I mean, the guys left last year but... I dunno... they might have brothers in the school or something..."

I nodded. He looked at Simon. He said, "Go on. I don't even know any of last year's upper sixth..."

Gould nodded. "Okay. It was a three man tent.

Me and these two lads from the sixth form were sharing it. Two good guys, a good laugh to be with, strong climbers. I know one of them had a girlfriend and I think the other one did. They were both straight as nails anyway.

"A couple of nights in, though, and I woke up in the night. It was pretty late and we'd had a few to drink before we crashed out. I just lay there, listening to the noise of the wind against the sides of the tent, but - gradually - I became aware of a different sound coming from inside the tent. A kind of regular, rhythmic sound... sort of wet..."

He paused, looking at us with mischievous eyes.

I looked at Simon. He looked as fascinated as I was. So I urged Gould to continue.

"Well, I guess I just supposed that one of them was wanking. It was black dark, remember. I couldn't see a thing. But then I heard one of them say, "Hurry up, I want a go." The noise continued, getting a bit faster. A wet slapping sound... it continued for a couple of minutes, regular and at the same speed."

"Then the other guy said, "Okay. Your turn." There was a slurping noise and then fumbling sounds, like the two of them were moving around inside the tent. One of them accidentally kicked me. Then I heard the squirt of a bottle and sounds like cream or lotion being smoothed onto skin. Then a gasp."

Gould stopped and grinned. "Need I say more?"

Simon laughed but I wasn't satisfied by Gould's ending. It was inconclusive. I needed more. I protested, "They could have been doing anything! I mean - what makes you so sure they were...?"

Gould nodded adamantly. "They were."

I asked, "How do you know?"

He said, "You mean apart from the noise, and the smell..."

I nodded, totally absorbed by the image in my mind. Simon said, "Yeah, but guys sweat when they wank. So the smell means nothing..."

Gould said, "It wasn't just sweat..."

Simon looked puzzled. I was amazed at his naivety.

Gould laughed. "When guys go doing that kind of thing to each other's arses - there's a smell of something other than sweat..."

Simon looked horrified. "Jesus... fuck! Sorry sir, but... that's totally gross."

Gould said, "Well it wasn't really strong. But it was there. Kind of unmistakable."

I said, "Yeah but that's still not proof. I mean, there's no showers up there... they might have just been a bit... well... worse for wear..."

Gould smiled. "They were doing it, Seb. Believe me."

He glanced at my briefs and held his smile, clearly inspecting the obvious bulge of my lengthening cock. I didn't try to hide it: Gould's cock was also developing inside his underpants, growing slowly but clearly thicker and longer. He didn't seem too concerned to conceal his excitement, so I didn't see why I ought to be ashamed of mine.

Simon said, "Yeah, but you can't be certain they were actually... you know.. screwing..."

Gould nodded and remained steadfast. "They were. I know they were."

So I said, "How?"

He looked at me, grinning guiltily. "I kind of... well... I shone my torch at them."

Simon looked delighted. "What made you do that?"

Gould said, "Well - like you two - I wanted to know. I was curious..."

He paused so I said, "And...?"

"Well, they were doing it."

"What? The full works?"

"Yeah. One of them was on all fours and the other guy was on his back, humping him like a dog."

Simon and I looked at each other, amused and surprised. I said, "And was it - you know - inside..."

Gould nodded. "I could see it sliding in and out. And hear it. So there's no doubt." He grinned.

Simon looked totally fascinated. "And what did they do then? When you shone your torch at them?"

Gould chuckled. "Well that was the most bizarre thing. They were totally without shame or embarrassment. They just carried on. I guess I must have just stared at them because the one on top turned to me and said something like, 'When nature calls, sir!' Then he laughed, but just kept on going.

"I mean, I'm not saying guys shouldn't do it. There's been loads of other times when I've heard lads getting into each others' sleeping bags and then tell-tale noises and groans. And when I've found condoms and stuff. But the weird thing was that those two guys used each other's bums like they'd use their hands - with no hang-ups about it."

Simon asked, "What about next day? Did they say anything about it?"

"No. They were totally relaxed about it. They didn't act like boyfriends or anything; in fact they didn't really hang around together that much. I guess they just saw it as a way of getting off. We shared the tent for ten days or so and, if I didn't fall asleep as soon as we turned the light off, I'd usually be aware that they were doing it. They didn't take anything off. They just pulled their briefs down to the tops of their thighs."

I noticed that Gould's cock was now pretty clearly fully erect inside his briefs. My own was definitely well on the way to getting into that state, bulging outwards from my briefs and making an obvious stiffening rod inside the material of them. Gould looked over at me and grinned. He was totally blatant about checking out my hard-on so I had no scruples about looking at his.

Then something occurred to me, something I had to find out about. I dismissed a couple of questions as being too obvious, too clearly revealing my own thought-processes. But then I thought of one that seemed more ambiguous and so asked, "And I guess it kind of put you off your own... matters-in-hand...?"

He said, "Uh?"

"Well, you said you sometimes wank in the tent with other guys..."

"Yeah. I don't have a problem with it. If they don't."

"Well what about while those two were... doing their thing..."

He smiled. "Oh right. I dunno. It wouldn't really have put me off. I might have wanked myself... I dunno."

Simon asked, looking taken aback but at the same time intrigued by what Gould was saying, "What, while they were screwing?"

Gould looked disinterested. "I dunno. If I needed one... I wouldn't have had a problem with it because of what they were doing..."

Simon was incredulous. "But the noise, the smell... you said - "

"It's all pretty natural. I mean, my point wasn't that they were screwing, it was how they were so comfortable about doing it together. How they just accepted that it was a way of using each other's bodies while they were away from civilisation. As I said, I've been with other groups where I've known lads were humping each other in my tent, but it wouldn't have struck me as an issue."

I asked, "Have you never wanted to join in?"

He smiled. "Not really. To be honest, I've always been scared it would hurt..."

"But you'd do it to another guy..."

He grinned broadly. "I never said that..."

"If you didn't need to pay him back..."

He went quiet, smiling; shaking his head like this had gone far enough. Then he said, "It's about intimacy, isn't it? If I was totally comfortable about being intimate with another guy and, like those two, could see his arse as just a way of getting off while I was away from my wife, then maybe. But not definite. And don't quote me."

I laughed. "Of course... this goes no further. I dunno... I can sort of see how it would happen but I don't know how far - "

Simon interrupted me. "What about the other stuff, though?"

Gould kept staring at me despite Simon's interruption. His eyebrows raised. I gestured my capitulation to Simon, allowing his question to stand. So Gould turned to look at him.

"What about the other stuff?" he repeated.

"What stuff?"

Simon looked at me and then back at Gould. "Well, you talked about mouth-jobs..?"

Gould said, "Yeah. There's a lot of that. I mean, as you said earlier, it's kind of a natural progression from having a wank together in a tent. Hands change places and then... well it's the obvious next step."

Simon's expression was intense. Despite his attempts to hide it behind his bent leg, his cock was clearly sticking upwards inside his briefs. The small damp patch at the tip of it made it even more obvious. He asked, "What - guys do that a lot? I mean, during camping trips and stuff?"

"The ones where we get away from other people, yeah. Where we're pretty much a bunch of guys alone together."

"And the lads just couple up together? Just like that...?"

Gould laughed. "Well, when nature calls..." Simon didn't even smile - he was too interested and taking this too seriously to joke about it. Gould went on, "No - I guess it's a case of the lads getting together for company and then one thing leading to another... But it's usually a discrete thing. The two lads in my tent that night were taking... well... sort of a different approach. Most guys are more quiet about it - they sneak into each others' sleeping bags and all you hear is their breathing getting faster, the odd grunt and sigh, and a soft beating noise getting faster and faster.

"Then some guys take it a step further and, well, the soft beating noises turn into slurping noises. Those odd grunts turn into groaning and panting... If I do a nightly patrol around the camp, it's usually obvious that there's stuff going on in at least a couple of tents..."

I laughed, "Jesus!"

He smiled and glanced again at my crotch. My erection was now straining against the material of my briefs, unmistakable, but that didn't really matter: the three of us were obviously hard and there was no point in any of us getting coy about it

Gould went on, "I mean, it's not every trip that it happens on, but -"

Simon interrupted him, eager for more details. "Has it ever happened in your tent? With you awake."

Gould grinned. "'Course it has, mate. Usually discretely, as I say, but there was this one time..." He paused, wondering whether he ought to continue. He looked at us, our faces alight with enthralment, and decided he would. "There was a trip to Andes last year. There's nothing so bizarre as waking up to see two big rugby guys going at it together in a sixty-nine on the next sleeping bag. Bold as brass."

Simon asked, "Sixty-nine?"

Gould ignored the question and looked at me. I clarified, "Sucking each other's cocks."

Simon looked confused. "How?" He thought about it and then slowly nodded. "Oh... right. One on his back, yeah? The other on top?"

Gould smirked. "Yeah."

I mused, "Last year, eh? Andes trip? That was with the lower sixth." I kept working through his clues, "Rugby players?"

Gould laughed. "Don't even try to work it out, Seb. They're not rugby players, anyway..."

I laughed. "It's Stephen Roberts and Jonathon Drake, isn't it?" They were the only two guys from the lower sixth who could be described as "big rugby guys": they were both tall, well-built, athletic lads. Both blatantly straight.

Gould moved forwards slightly and laughed. "Don't. It's not fair on them."

Simon laughed too. "Robo and Drake? Fuckin' hell... sorry, sir."

Gould said, "It's not those two. Seriously."

I said, "So what happened?"

Gould leaned backwards against the wall again. He opened his legs further, flagrantly showing off his is large, stiff cock inside his briefs. It looked thick and enormous and, like Simon's, had leaked enough precum to form a dark patch at the tip of his clearly-defined bell-end.

He smiled and told the story. "I guess I woke up slowly. Became aware that it was light and that the tent was getting hot from the sun on it. Then aware that there were these slurping sounds going on next to me. I opened my eyes and saw one guy on top of the other, screwing him in the mouth. Then I noticed that he was taking the other guy into his mouth. They stayed like that, paired up, mouths working at the same rhythm on each other. Pretty quiet, except for the odd grunt and moan."

Simon asked, "And what about when they came?"

Gould said, "What about it?"

"Well, did they swallow it, or what?"

"I don't know. I can't remember exact details - I guess I turned over and gave them a bit of privacy. I guess they pulled out and shot into their hands. I don't know."

He paused and then said, "Is this, like, really freakin' you out?"

I laughed. "No. I'm just amazed. I didn't know."

Simon added, "I'm not freaked out. I just never knew guys did this.

Well not straight ones, anyway."

Gould said, "It's just something that's inevitably going to happen. Something I'm always aware of. Different tents, different lads, different ages."

I asked, "Are other staff, I mean adults, so cool with it? I mean, if I was hiking in a group of lads and camping with a teacher, I'd be scared to do stuff - even if I wanted to - in case he heard and made a big thing of it."

Gould yawned. "I think if you're into hiking or mountaineering, or anything involving camping for long periods, you get used to being with other guys on an intimate level, and used to seeing other men and boys in every possible state, so the sexual stuff doesn't come as a big deal."

He went quiet, mulling over what he'd said, and then continued, "A couple of years ago I ran a hiking trip in Canada. Right up inside the Arctic Circle. One night I woke up to the sounds of sex. The two lads in the tent were sucking each other, lying side-by-side and enjoying themselves. It was pretty light even though it was after midnight and I saw them clearly. I was going to tell them to be more quiet when I noticed the other guy in the tent, a Physics teacher from a couple of years back, lying at the other side of the tent, wanking."

"Was that Stacey?" Simon asked. Mr Stacey had been a young teacher, just out of teacher training college, who'd spent his first couple of years in the profession at our school. I'd immediately thought of him too: he was the only Physics teacher from the last couple of years who had been into hiking trips.

Gould nodded and continued. "He kept looking at them, not bothered about what they were doing at all. He just got on with his thing while they got on with theirs."

I asked, "Did you get on with yours?"

He smirked, "I might have done..."

Simon intervened. "But didn't you think that, since you two guys were adults, you should have stopped them doing that...?"

Gould asked, "Why? They were just helping each other out. In a way, they were being more adult than Gav and I; they were comfortable enough with each other to establish what they wanted from each other. It was Gav and I who were being childish - staying apart when we should have setting up our own arrangement."

I asked, "Did you set up an arrangement with him?"

Gould smiled. "Well, you know, we both had needs..."

Simon said, "You mean, you and Stacey started sucking each other...?" His face was alight and his briefs tented outwards. By now, even Simon seemed totally relaxed about displaying his excitement to spectators.

Gould laughed. "I didn't say that. I was just saying that Gav, like me, was comfortable with the idea of male intimacy. That the sexual side of it wasn't an issue for him."

I wanted to know more. My cock was really aching inside my briefs. I really wanted to rub or just squeeze it, but neither Gould nor Simon had gone that far, and I didn't want to be the first. So I just left it, a thick pole inside my underwear for Gould and Simon to look at.

I asked, "Have you ever done that, though?"

"What?"

"Sucked a guy off in a tent. In exchange for him sucking you."

He laughed. "I'm not getting into that. You two guys would tell the whole school in like five minutes. No way."

I said, "We wouldn't. Everything we've said stays in this room. Right, Simon?"

Simon agreed. "Yeah. Right."

Gould said, "Half an hour ago, Simes, you weren't even comfortable with the idea of guys wanking together. You can't pretend to be suddenly okay with the whole idea of male intimacy now."

Simon said, "Yeah. I had some hang-ups. I admit that. But I'm kind of interested by what you've been talking about ."

Gould smiled. "Tomorrow's another day, though. Things might look a bit differently then."

He yawned, stretching himself on his bed. Then he said, "Look, guys, I'm beat. I'm going to try to get some sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow."

With that, he pulled his legs into bed, pulled the duvet over him and turned away from us.

I got up from my bed and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Simon followed me in. He walked straight to the toilet and stood in front of it holding his stiff cock. Slowly and erratically, dribbles of piss squirted out of it and he moved around to try to get them to hit the bowl. He looked over towards me a couple of times as if embarrassed about his attempts to piss with a hard-on. I just continued brushing my teeth.

After a minute or so, the squirts subsided and he shook the last dribbles of piss from his cock. Tucking it back into his briefs, he said, "What did you think of all that stuff?"

I took the brush out of my mouth. "What? The male intimacy thing?"

He said, "Yeah."

I stared into the mirror for a few seconds, noticing that my eyes looked tired. Then I said, "I dunno. It's not a gay thing. It's just guys being together and comfortable with it. I guess I'd go with that."

He walked over to the sink and looked at me through the mirror as he picked his toothbrush up.

He said, "Would you - you know - wank a guy and stuff? Helping each other out...?"

I pulled the top off my mouthwash. "Yeah. I guess. If we were good mates."

I took a swig of it and rinsed it around my mouth. He put toothpaste onto his brush. He said, looking down, "And what about the sucking stuff?"

I spat the mouthwash out and replaced the lid. I looked back through the mirror at him and said, "As the guy said, it seems like a pretty adult arrangement."

Simon raised the toothbrush to his mouth and then paused. He waited a couple of seconds, looking at me through the mirror, and then said, "Look. I... er... fancy a wank." He glanced down at the stiff rod in his briefs and laughed, "I'm hard has hell!" I laughed too. He continued, "Look, though, Seb - if I start, will you join in? I mean, I don't wanna look like a dork, jerking off on my own with you guys listening."

I smiled. "I was gonna have one anyway. Same reason."

He glanced down at my crotch, at my own thicker erection making a ridge inside my briefs. Then he smiled and started brushing his teeth.

I walked over to the toilet and released my hard cock from my briefs, holding it above the bowl. It curved upwards, and I waited to piss. I said, "I'm so horny, actually, that I wouldn't say no to working out a deal between the two of us..." I laughed to make it seem like a joke, if he chose to interpret it that way.

Simon took the brush out of his mouth. He stared at me through the mirror, his face serious. A couple of squirts of piss dribbled out of my swollen cock and into the toilet bowl. He spoke over the top of the sounds of it splashing into the water. "I dunno, Seb. I mean, I'm not saying no. I just... I dunno."

"Well I'm not hung about it, Simon."

He held his toothbrush in front of his mouth, pausing and thinking about what I was offering. He said, "Yeah. I know. Neither am I. I guess. But..."

In its engorged state, my cock refused to piss normally. My bladder felt reasonably full, but my piss just trickled out with little more force than a leaky tap.

Simon seemed unable to finish off his rejection so I tried to anticipate his reason for concern. "Gould doesn't sound like he'd be too freaked out..."

Simon nodded. "I know. It's not that. I just..."

I finished off, dabbed my cock with a couple of sheets of toilet paper, and said, "Well it's not a big issue to me. That's all. Just so you know."

He kept brushing his teeth and nodded.

Will be continued

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