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justwinginglife · 6 months ago

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Promise

At the request of @zhileyn31, Kafka x Mina fic based off of the song Dress by Taylor Swift. Also side note- I did not intend to have Hoshina be an active part of this fic at ALL, which proves that I just never stop thinking about him, because somehow he slipped his way in.

After years of pushing away her feelings, excusing them as merely a childhood fantasy or an immature crush, and then later allowing them to fizzle out when Kafka was nowhere to be found, Mina Ashiro was feeling quite shaken to discover that the remnants of those past, suppressed feelings were still present -having been engraved into her very being- and now very much active upon seeing her childhood best friend once again.

At first, she shoved the feelings away, regarded them like strangers. They were just something she'd once known, and didn't have the time or energy to know again. She was strong but not strong enough to beg him to be better for her, and she was patient but not patient enough to wait forever. She couldn't count on him to stand by her side, that position had already been filled by her Vice Captain and she needed to be okay with that. She was tired of needing more, of needing him, of needing his promise to be fulfilled.

So as she watched Kafka struggling through yet another Defense Force Exam, she thought her heart might just give up on him. Thought it would learn its lesson.

He might not even remember her. He might not even remember his promise.

So what was she doing holding her breath, waiting in silence? What was she doing, tracking his every move through the cameras, hoping for his safe return, hoping for a triumphant victory? What was she doing? She thought she knew better than this. She was old enough not to cling to such childish notions. But here she was, clinging to him, clinging to her past, clinging to whatever future he might procure for her.

Even after the exam, when -against her own desires- she moved to dismiss him, to fail him from the Defense Force exam once again, her heart leapt in her chest when Vice Captain Hoshina spoke up for him this time. If she wasn't so in love with Kafka, she might've kissed Hoshina right then and there for being so considerate.

But there it was. There were the facts. She was already so far gone, so completely his, that there wasn't room for anyone else. And when he blurted out loud in the middle of the induction ceremony that he'd be at her side soon, she allowed herself to dream that maybe he was all hers too. Even despite the many officers crowded into the room, Mina felt as though, in this moment, it was just her and Kafka alone. The way he said her name, as if no time had passed at all, as if he'd always been right there beside her, holding her hand, comforting her, giving her light in her darkest of days, it made her cheeks warm. Made her hands tremble. Made time stop.

And she wanted more of it.

The next several days she had to actively stop herself from trying to sneak into the officers' practice drills, just to get a glimpse of him. And when she'd take meal breaks, she'd take them in her office because if she sat next to him in the lunchroom, she'd never get back up again. She'd never go to work, never run her division, just get lost in his familiar voice, in his familiar eyes, in his familiar smile.

One day, while she was burying herself in her work, trying to remember how to do her job, Hoshina stopped by to check on her. She didn't look up from her papers but she could feel his familiar smirk splitting the air.

"Yes, Hoshina? Something you need."

"So that new cadet. He's interesting, yeah?"

"Mmhm." She continued rifling through the papers, trying to appear only half interested. She was completely interested. She was dying to at least talk about Kafka with someone if she couldn't see him. If she couldn't watch him train, give him pointers, accidentally get pinned underneath him during a practice match even though she was stronger.

"Ah. Playing dumb, I see."

She swallowed. "And what do you mean by that, Vice Captain?" She wondered if she emphasized his lower status he'd leave it alone.

"Oh nothing, my dear Captain. Just didn't know you were childhood best friends with the little comedy act."

She froze. Then she cleared her throat and slowly rearranged the papers into a nice stack on her desk. Not looking away from the stack, she finally said, "And how did you come by this information?"

He chuckled and sank into a chair in front of her. Then he leaned on her desk, his chin resting in his palms. "Your bestie has a big mouth when he's in the bath. So tell me Captain, did you really promise you'd join the Defense Force with him?"

"Hoshina..." She warned. Her voice was even and firm, like always, but inside she felt like screaming. Just how much did Kafka tell everyone??

He grinned and sat back in his chair, holding both hands up in surrender. "Just curious, that's all. At ease."

She finally looked up at him, her gaze a stone cold glare.

His smirk just deepened. "Ah, c'mon Captain. It's just me." He winked. "But I won't push, if you don't want me to. Though I am interested in this brand new side of you. I'd love to see how this plays out."

Not wanting to test the limits of her patience, he showed himself out shortly after.

Mina sighed as she sank deeper into her chair. Hoshina was getting more and more ballsy the closer he got to her. But one thing he said stuck in her mind- she also wanted to see how this played out.

It seemed that Kafka was going around telling anyone and everyone about his past with her, did that mean he intended to keep her in the past? Was she just a best friend to him? She wanted to be more than just a best friend. More than just a scared little girl he once knew. Or maybe she was a stranger to him now. How did he see her? How did she see him? What was she expecting to happen?

He'd suddenly become her knight in shining armor and she'd run into his arms and let herself be saved by him? She was strong enough that she didn't need him anymore. So why did she need him every damn day, why did she miss his presence constantly? He was finally in the Defense Force, they were finally on base together, finally in the same place at the same time, and yet he was still so incredibly far away from her. She couldn't run to him like she used to. She couldn't let on what a schoolgirl he had turned her into, blushing and kicking her feet whenever he walked by. She had a duty to do, she had to run a Division. She didn't have time for all these mushy gushy feelings.

But still, they endured. She couldn't help her feelings, couldn't help how warm she felt, every time she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, or heard his laugh echoing across a room. She wondered how long she could hold out before her legs gave in and dragged her to his side.

It would be easier if she wasn't the Captain of the Third Division. If she was just Mina Ashiro. If he weren't an officer under her care. If he was just Kafka Hibino. But he was an officer and she was a Captain, and there was no reason for her to find herself alone in a room with him, hard as she tried to find one.

So days turned into weeks, and she still hadn't spoken to him. She wondered if he thought her cold, if he thought her indifferent. But it wasn't like he was running up to talk to her either. Maybe he'd accepted the way things were. The way things had to be. She hoped not. Sometimes, she hoped he'd just say fuck it to all sense of order and propriety, and seek her out. Speak out of turn. Say something, say anything. Acknowledge her. Just look at her. Was that so hard? Was that so much to ask for? Was that an impossible wish?

She didn't even bother wishing for things like his touch or his kiss. She knew those were out of reach. But she just wanted some part of him at all, some way to tell if he was hers to keep, hers to love, hers to dream about in the dead of the night, when only her feelings kept her company and kept her warm.

Then finally, fate intervened. If fate was a certain Vice Captain.

He'd grown tired of seeing his Captain's back stretching just a little too straight and tall, her face just a little too strained and solemn, her movements just a little too restricted and calculated, as she tried to keep playing the part of the picture-perfect leader. And he was tired of seeing Kafka too comfortable with his cohort, too at ease with the situation, too unbothered by the lack of progress in their relationship. Because Hoshina was bothered.

Hoshina thought to himself that even a blind woman could still sense the tension between them, but Kafka- he wouldn't know romance if it hit him in the face with a baseball bat. And Hoshina had contemplated hitting him with a baseball bat many, many times. Knock some sense into the guy maybe. Go get your fucking woman, he'd think to himself as he watched Kafka narrowly pass by Mina in the hall again, their shoulders almost touching as they adjusted around each other.

As painful as that distance was for Kafka and Mina, it was even more painful for Hoshina. He had to watch this bullshit every damn day and he couldn’t take it anymore.

The very next day, he told Mina he had a hot date on Saturday (the hot date was with his couch) and he needed to trade their days off- her Saturday in exchange for his Sunday. He never asked for anything from her, so she obliged. Little did she know, Hoshina had also given Kafka Sundays as his designated day off.

Now, Hoshina was not sure how he was going to make the two of them run into each other in such a large city on their single day off, but he was stubborn and if he was honest, he liked playing matchmaker. He would make it happen no matter the cost.

He started out by giving Kafka a list of all the places he needed to try out on his day off, and the list was made up of Mina’s favorite places to go. Then he told Kafka that he needed to get his officer’s uniform dry cleaned (emphasizing that it looked atrocious and needed to be done this weekend so as to not embarrass the Third Division further) and gave him the name of the cleaner that was down the street from Mina’s place. He even went so far as to poke a hole in one of Kafka’s tires and then leave an advertisement in his locker for the closest mechanic in the city which just so happened to be next door to Mina’s apartment. He had backup plans upon backup plans, and if none of them worked, if Kafka and Mina weren’t together by the end of the weekend, Hoshina would pull all the hair out of his head. And maybe slap the two of them silly. And then do it a couple more times for good measure, as compensation for wasting his time and effort on them.

So finally, the weekend came. Hoshina took his Saturday off and just enjoyed lounging around. But then Sunday came. The big day. As he made his rounds at work, he wondered how the two of them were faring.

It turned out that Hoshina didn’t need to put in so much effort after all.

Kafka liked to start his days out with a nice, refreshing, early morning walk. Mina did too. And the two of them, somehow, someway, on this random Sunday, gravitated towards the same trail. Fate didn’t bow to Soshiro Hoshina and it certainly did not take too kindly to him trying to take its job. Years from now, when Mina and Kafka’s relationship was thriving after running into each other on this auspicious day, Fate would claim the full credit, not Hoshina.

And, as the sun began to rise, Mina thought to herself this couldn’t be anything but fate, as she saw the man of her dreams walking towards her, bathed in the sun’s golden glow. Kafka was too simpleminded to contemplate something as deep and as vast as fate, but he was happy to see her all the same.

They agreed on a place to eat, Mina’s favorite cafe, to which Kafka commented, “Hey! It’s so funny- Vice Captain Hoshina told me to try this same place. What a coincidence.”

Mina was too overwhelmed by her sheer luck on this day to notice Hoshina’s meddling. “Yeah, it’s a good place. I’m glad I get to introduce you to it.”

And so, they bonded over breakfast, acting as though no time had passed at all between them. Mina noted that he was still as sweet and silly as ever. She, on the other hand, was different than she used to be. She wondered if Kafka resented just how much she’d changed, how much she’d needed to change to get stronger. Then, as she saw him grinning the same wide grin at her, offering her a bite of his food, she shook the thought from her head- Kafka couldn’t resent anyone, least of all her.

Maybe things were different on base, different when they were on duty, but here, in her favorite place with her favorite person, she was allowed to dream. She dared to hope. And maybe it was that daring that finally made her ask, “So what does this make us? Long lost friends? Less than friends?” She paused, poking at her food with her fork, “More than friends?”

He straightened in his seat. “Mina. I’m sorry for making you wait so long. I ask, will you please wait for me a little longer? Wait for me to be who you deserve, to be who you need. And then we can be anything you want. I’ll be anything for you, do anything for you. I’ll be by your side soon, I swear. So please, wait for me.”

Her heart ached, but somehow, his words still brought a smile to her face. How very Kafka, she thought to herself. She had loved him when he first made this promise to her, and as he sat here, declaring his promise again, eyes brimming with determination, she felt that same love grounding her, giving her the strength to keep waiting for him. She’d wait as long as it took- that was her promise to him.

And then, one day, they’d make all sorts of promises to each other.

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aestheteanime · 7 months ago

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how long they last during a sex ban

your boyfriend has been a little too... bold for your liking recently. after getting caught fucking in the training room, you felt it was necessary to enact some sort of punishment to make up for your embarrassment.

✶ ft: ichikawa reno, hoshina soshiro, furuhashi iharu, narumi gen

✶ cw: afab, semi-public sex, grinding, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, pet names [baby, pretty girl, etc.], edging, orgasm denial (very very briefly)

✶ wc: 2.9k

✶ author's note: i've never written for kn8 so im not totally sure how well im gonna be able to write for these boys but i tried my best, hopefully it's okay lol

nsfw minors DNI

— ✶ ICHIKAWA RENO | 4 days

at the beginning reno thought he had this whole "sex ban" punishment in the bag. it's not like his sex drive was higher than yours-- so why, after only four days, was he begging for you like he had been deprived of your touch for eons?

"please, baby," he mumbles, face pressed into your neck as you shift uncomfortably on the couch.

you wanted to touch him so bad. wanted to indulge in him as much as he wanted to indulge in you, but you knew you had to keep a cool head. this was his punishment after all, and he had to face the consequences of his actions.

you had been mortified when kafka walked in on you two fucking against the wall, bodies sweaty and sticky-- and so so so close to orgasming. reno had been humiliated too, apologizing profusely on both of your halves and begging kafka to keep this a secret. he'd reluctantly agreed, but it was definitely still awkward between them. so then if reno was as embarrassed as you, why was he so eager to fuck you again?

reno's hand caresses your cheek, pressing a soft kiss under your ear before peppering them down your neck to your collarbone. they're soft, delicate even, almost as if he's afraid he'll hurt you if he kisses you any harder. it was infuriating. you wanted more-- needed more. "i'm sorry," he murmurs against your skin, fingers trailing to your chest before finding your tit, squeezing gently. "it won't happen again, i promise. just please touch me." his voice drawls out into a quiet whine and you can feel arousal begin to soak your panties.

his hand moves yours to palm at the erection through his pants and you nearly moan for him when your hands shift slightly to cup his balls.

shivering at the feeling of him smirking against your neck-- almost as if he knows he's won-- your head falls back to expose your entire neck to him. every passing second you feel your composure begin to slip. each touch seers hot against your skin, aching-- no, begging-- to give into him. it had only been four days. four days. a mere 96 hours and he was already on you like a dog in heat. "reno," you warn, though you're not sure how much conviction your voice displays. in fact, you're pretty sure it shakes with each breath.

"come on," he sighs, whining-- you can practically hear him pout. "it's been long enough, hasn't it?" his voice is raspy in your ear, vibrations going straight to your core. "wanna touch you. want you to touch me."

you groan in frustration, finally looking into his eyes only to see them glazed over. reno's pupils are dilated, focused solely on you and you alone.

his hand pulls your face closer to his, eyes fluttering to your lips, then your eyes, and back to your lips, silently asking for permission to close the gap.

you finally oblige.

your lips collide in a mess, spit mixing with each other's as reno moves to pull you into his lap in one swift motion. legs straddle his as your arms move to hook around his neck. your tongue slides against his, a fire lighting itself in your stomach as reno's lips move against yours, only proving to further fan the flames. there's a primal desire in the way his hands roam your body, squeezing your waist and pulling you against him, back and forth against his groin.

hands move to unbutton his pants before your lifting your body so he can pull them down, cock springing free as you notice your mouth practically drooling at the sight.

regardless of how many times you had fucked before, you somehow keep forgetting how pretty it is. the way it curves slightly to the left, veins running up the shaft, and oh the way it twitches when your hands find it.

reno nearly cries when you spread the precum along his head, jerking up into you at just your mere touch alone.

the sight is beautiful. reno's hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, head leaned back against the couch as his hands have no idea what to do with themselves. it's as if he was a bumbling, nervous virgin all over again.

that thought is quickly relinquished however, when he lets out a, "fuck, baby... missed this."

— ✶ HOSHINA SOSHIRO | 2 weeks

it wasn't soshiro that broke the sex ban. in fact, he could've gone longer just to prove a point. but with the way you were cuddled up next to him, leg slung over his, pelvis flush with his upper thigh as he felt the pulse of your cunt against him, he figured two weeks was plenty long.

he could tell you were pent up-- knowing that he was jacking off in the same bed, night after night, while you struggled to even reach your own release. it was a constant battle, and the humiliation of envying his right hand only seemed to intensify the torment. you needed him to get the job done, it just wasn't the same by yourself.

hearing the slick of his cock as he stroked himself every other night was pure, psychological torture-- and he knew it.

he knew listening to his rapid, heavy breathing riled you up. he knew his quiet, restrained moans and muffled whimpers soaked your panties. he knew not being able to see or feel his cock pulsing in his hand drove you crazy.

"soshiro," you mumble, your breath tickling his ear as your hand finds the curve of his neck, fingers tracing the line of his jaw before settling in his hair. "sex ban is over." your voice has a hint of embarrassment that soshiro immediately picks up on, and you brace yourself for what's coming next.

he hums, glancing down at you over his phone before setting it on the bedside table. "hmm?" he coos, eyes meeting yours as you prepare for the worst. "done already? you need me that badly, huh?" he speaks in an almost mocking tone and you have to hold back from turning over, red-faced and giving up. but you needed him, no matter how embarrassed he made you.

"don't tease," you plead, hand tracing a path down his chest until it reaches the waistband of his sweats. they hang low on his waist, hugging his hips oh-so-perfectly that you can't help but palm at his length through the fabric, wishing nothing more than for him to just let you have him.

you missed the feeling of him in your hand, jerking when you first brush your thumb over his tip, smearing the precum down his length. you missed how sensitive he gets when your mouth is wrapped around him, tongue swirling around his head, teasing his slit. you missed the unintelligible whimpers that leave his throat when you take him all, spit pooling at the base of his cock, nearly choking at the size. you missed how--

"you can't even handle your own punishment, baby," soshiro breathes, words laced with a dangerous amusement. his head falls back at the feeling of your hand against him. a shaky sigh escapes him, heat spreading to form a knot in his lower belly as he feels his cock harden. "shit," he mutters. "shit, shit, shit."

you smirk at the profanities he so rarely says, fingers inching to dip under his waistband as you trail down the sensitive skin, causing him to shudder. "you want it too," you pout, eyes fixated on the rhythm of his chest rising and falling-- the way he brushes a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. "or... maybe not?" you tease, pulling your hand away before moving to turn over, but not before soshiro's hand can grip your wrist, stalling your actions.

soshiro's skin is hot, face flushed as he relishes your touch, yearning to feel your soft, velvet walls wrapped around him. it had been too long, he thinks. too long of trying to convince himself he didn't need you, but now, with you so willing to give yourself back to him, he's changed his mind.

"i do," he whispers, although his actions speak louder when he pulls you back to him. "fuck, i want you."

your hand is placed back on his cock, and through the fabric you feel him throb, begging to be taken out. the drawstring of his sweats seemingly unties itself when soshiro pulls the material off, watching as it springs free-- tip leaking with precum. silently gazing at you with hooded eyes, he pumps himself one, two, three times.

sochiro lets out what sounds like more of a whimper than a sigh, "stop gawking and help me out here, would you?"

— ✶ FURUHASHI IHARU | 20 minutes

iharu is a simp through and through. as soon as you enacted the sex ban, he made it his life's mission to eradicate it. i mean, he couldn't just let his girl go without having his cock, right? that would just be too cruel...

"come on, baby. that's not fair, i didn't do anything wrong. it's not my fault vice-captain walked in on us. how was i supposed to know he trained that late?" iharu rambles, pressing his body against your back. his body is hot, still sweaty from the session earlier.

it had been 15 minutes since you had made it back to your dorm in total and utter embarrassment. both of you had left the the gym with red faces and blue balls.

iharu's cock had been slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, one that you weren't even sure was human. too enamored with the way your pussy squeezed him, all he could muster were lazy fingers messily rubbing circles against your clit. you could feel yourself throbbing against his girth, each thrust practically molding your walls to the shape of his cock-- memorizing each detail.

his muscles flexed as he held himself above you on the bench press, the red leather beneath you wet and shiny with sweat, sticking to your skin.

he looked like a god, hell, he felt like a god, with the way his breath fanned your neck, balls slapping against your ass. each slap echoed through the quiet gym, the filth of the sound only spurring the both of you on. "so pretty for me," he mumbles, tongue swiping up your neck before letting out a shaky sigh. "so good to me." your back arched, leaning into him as the heat in your stomach grew, breath picking up in an attempt to chase your orgasm.

and then the door creaked, causing you both to freeze in place and look for the source of the sound. there, hoshina stood, eyes wide as he swiftly turned, back facing you so that you can only imagine the look on his face. "gym is closed after midnight." he'd stated, voice loud, almost like he's trying to block out what he just saw. "go to bed." walking out and closing the door behind him you lay there, iharu's cock still twitching inside you.

"sex ban for two weeks, iharu." you turn to face him, crossing your arms to push him away, watching as he nearly trips on the end of your bed.

his mouth drops, hands gripping your shoulders in a plea. "what? why?" his hold on you isn't strong by any means, just firm, and you can tell you've struck a nerve.

you know he was still pent up from being cock-blocked earlier, but you make no motion to even spare his hard-on a glance. "what do you mean why? i told you we were going to get caught and we did!" your voice raises but you nearly instantly regret it when iharu takes a deep breath, trying to calm the ache pressing against his sweat pants.

he only gets hornier when you're mad at him.

you lower your voice this time, taking his hands off your shoulders. "you didn't listen to me."

"you liked the idea." he lowers his head to whisper in your ear. "i heard the way you were moaning, begging for me to let you finish. how much tighter your pussy squeezed me than normal at the thought of someone walking in." iharu's hands move to the small of your back, tracing his finger tips up and down your spine.

you huff, trying not to concentrate on the way his nails tickle your skin. your head dips down, attempting to calm your breathing before realizing your mistake.

your eyes meet the bulge in iharu's sweats and you nearly let out an audible gulp, thighs pressing themselves together at the sight. he wasn't the only one still pent up.

you hear a low chuckle from above as you absentmindedly move your hands to untie his drawstring.

"so much for a ban," you hear him mumble before shooting him a glare. "not that i mind though, pretty girl."

— ✶ NARUMI GEN | 2 days

there was a mutual end to the sex ban between the two of you... well, sort of. gen had broken it but it's not like you were mad about it.

your breathing was hot and heavy when your eyes open to a half-lit room. absentmindedly, you reach for the right side of the bed, feeling an empty, cold space. it was strange, usually you'd wake up to the man clingy to your side, shivering from the blasting air conditioner.

you had gotten used to his weight as he laid half of his body on you, lips pressed into the crook of your neck. he'd curl into you like a cat, and you swear some mornings you could hear him purr. his hands rested under your body, one cradled your shoulder while the other rested protectively across your waist. it's be a funny looking sight to outsiders-- japans strongest, the number one anti-kaiju combatant in all of the country, snuggled up on top of his girlfriend-- but to you, it was everything.

gen was nowhere to be found next to you, so you nearly jump when you feel a wet kiss press to your upper thigh. you're quick to lift up the covers, your aforementioned missing boyfriend squinting at the light. his hair was a tousled mess, colored ends curling to frame his face. had he been not been between your legs, you'd have thought the sight innocent and sweet.

sleep-heavy eyes meet yours, glazed over in exhaustion before he's swiping his tongue between your folds. you shiver.

it's such a dirty sight. the way he smirks into your pussy, maintaining eye contact. the way his lips find your clit and gently suck, slurping at the excess arousal dripping from your cunt.

and god the noises.

the wet slurping of his mouth savoring your juices filled the room, breath fanning hot against you. the feeling of his lips latching to your clit, tongue gliding through and dipping into your hole caused you to jerk up into him and he only smiled, chuckling at your reactions.

the humiliation burned, too embarrassed to look any longer. but his touch, the rough calluses of his hands holding your legs apart despite your desperate attempt to close them around his head, was intoxicating. "mornin' sleepyhead," he mumbles, pressing a caste kiss to your lower stomach. it was sweet compared to the sight from two seconds ago.

the pads of his fingers trace circles along your thighs, eliciting chills from your body. yet his hands are warm, especially against the cold air. with every shift of your body, a rush of air brushes against your cunt. you shiver, not saying a word but instead curling your hands through his hair and pushing his mouth back to where you needed it most. you needed the warmth-- needed him.

no further words needed to be said as gen drags his tongue ever so slowly through your folds. it's agonizing, it's not enough, it's nearly torture the way he curls his tongue and laps at your juices. so so so slowly as you twitch and buck into him, grinding against the muscle for more. he just huffs out a laugh, actions somehow slowing even further and you finally build up the courage to seek a glance at him again.

his gaze remains firmly fixed on you, meticulously observing every subtle twitch of your body in reaction to the flick of his tongue. and he notices when your breathing starts to pick up, chest rising and falling with increasing fervor as you feel yourself near your release. you close your eyes, concentrating on the heat rising in your core. it's hot and it's approaching fast, bubbling down your stomach and to your cunt.

and then he stops, a gasp leaving you at the sudden halt and your quick to scoff in frustration. sliding up the bed to rest his entire body on you, gen presses a long, wet kiss to your lips.

your eyebrows furrow at the action but relax when his head rests against your chest. "not gonna let you cum until the sex ban is gone," he mumbles into you. hands sliding under your shoulders.

you groan, hand gently slapping the back of his head as he just laughs. "it was gone the second you started eating me out."

"well in that case--"

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