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Raziel99

Raziel99

Pulsar
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Jan 15, 2009
Alexander was slowly pacing the study on the first floor, knowing that any moment now his new... 'package'... would be there. It had been a long time since he had owned a slave, and the description of this one sounded feisty. Disobedient, independent, and dangerous. Right up his alley. He would enjoy bending her to his will.

Even that moment, his henchmen were bringing her there from where he had bought her. He saw her from afar, no doubt that she didn't see him from where he had been. But he saw her perfectly, and he was eager to start with his play as soon as possible. His footfalls were silent against soft carpeting, the fireplace roaring, giving his shadow to the door. It opened of its own volition, knowing that they had finally arrived by the sound of the great hall doors opening outside it.

There was a heavy rain outside, and as he walked to the door, he heard the sound of wet boots on marble, and saw his two lackeys, nearly covered in shadows and water, walking towards him. Alex stopped them at the door to the study, taking the new slave and leading her to the fireplace to warm up and dry up. He made sure her hands were securely tied behind her back, legs tied up so she had to hop slightly to get to the chair.

It had a skin of fur, and the chair she was in had a partner just across from it, almost in arms reach. The door closed behind them, leaving the two of them alone. The room was bordered with bookshelves full of books, of varying ages and studies. The only open spot was the door and the nearby fireplace, roaring into their ears, making sure the heat was a constant reminder. Alex himself was half silhouetted, his left side nearly covered in shadows, except for his arm and hand on the chair. He was wearing black pants, and a white shirt, somewhat see through from the water and showing the toned body underneath, a body that most women would lust after. His face was angular, and his hair was down to his shoulders, tied back at the nape. As his hair was dark, his skin was a pale milky color. But even that was contrasted by his eyes, a deep, vivid blue that shone through the darkness.

"Tell me, do you know why you are here?"
 
It was really supposed to be just a normal day with her daddy when she was pulled from her world at home and into chaos and destruction. Perfect raven hair glinted in the light of the fireplace as Marilyn glanced at the silhouette of her captor. Or the man behind the entire operation, oviously. Men like him weren't something she took kindly to. Beautiful emerald eyes flickered with something of an intense challenge. If she died today, there was no way she was about to die without her pride and years worth of morale in tact with her perfectly feminine body. Every feature about her seemed to hold some sort of sex appeal, but in such a feminine manner. She had gorgeous ample hips and supple breasts, equipped with a tiny waiste. Porn star quality really.

"I have an idea." she replied dryly. "Let me guess. You take pleasure out the the pain of young pretty girls? Did I hit the nail on the head? Oh! Or maybe your a GD serial killer and you're going to masturbate on our rotting corpses with your large, well endowed, cock. You do have a big cock, right? It'd be a damn shame, as attractive as you are, if it were tiny. But i suppose it doesn't matter to me because I won't be around to see it?"

Really, Marilyn's eyes were her best feature. They were the perfect shade of green, gorgeous, and expressive. Even as she spat such vulgarities over anger and bitterness, they had their own sort of sex appeal. Pushing away the thoughts of how attractive this 'dracula' was, which she wasn't even sure whether or not he was a Vampire, she held his gaze as intense as it was. The blue color in his eyes was inhuman and beautiful.
 
She was a sarcastic little shit, that was for sure. But it was something he wasn't use to, and rather unique, since he was use to the usual 'yes men' attitude of those around him. Still, she would have to be broken if he wanted anything done with the woman. Her denial with bitter words would be the end of her someday. But...

He expelled sex from her body, from her form to her very eyes. He forced his face to be completely straight as he stared her down. "No. If I was some Psycho Killer, you would be dead already. I prefer my place to be clean of blood when possible." He heard a knock at the door, and he turned his head, giving his face more shadows before he stood. The moment was fluid, muscles rippling through his shirt and pants. He walked soundlessly to the door, opening it and taking the single item from the person, closing the door again as he went back.

"No, I have had you brought here to... work for me." He said, as he moved to her side, knowing that she was bound and unable to stop him. "And for that, there are some things that must be done." He took the syringe in his hand, popping it once with his finger before aiming it at her arm. It would be such a waste to mar skin like this, but it must be done.
 
At the prospect of her life being in danger, an andreneline-like power pulsed through her veins in short quick intervels, rapidly releasing itself. A cry escaped her lips as she used the capability of bending her knees to her full advantage. She kicked out at him and suddenly her body began to change. Primarily, her shifting form was a small Jackal-like demonic looking creature with beaty read little eyes. This creature didn't look particularly happy and it's legs were'nt thick enough to hold any sort of shackles that weren't form fitting to them

It was only by a freak accident that she didn't bump into the syringe and inject herself, as her panicked thrusts had been careless and unmeditated. She didn't have control over her own body at that moment when she was particularly afraid.

The small Jackal darted outward, careful not to back itself into a corner. If he really was a vampire he would have a swift speed that greatly challenged hers, so she wasn't in the clear. Still she was panicking, her smaller lungs pumping air in the same quick intervals her blood had pumped it's adreneline.
 
He wasn't sure if he was able to take more shock that night. Her smart alick mouth was a jolt as it was, but her shifting into this imp creature made him stall for just long enough that she was able to kick him away, knocking him back a good four feet before he got control of his feet back, standing tall. Her motions almost knocked the syringe into him, but he was able to ract and grab it by the shaft before the needle pierced through his shirt into his chest. He threw it to the side, landing it perfectly on a platter, before he saw her rush to the door.

"Imp." He growled slightly, before he moved, a blur as he got to the door, his back to it to face her. "You won't leave here." He said in a low, growling voice. out from his right arm, shearing through the cuff of his shirt came a blade like a longsword, glinting like obsidian in the firelight, the only light in the room. "Don't make me do this." He said, in a somewhat softer voice, as he raised his arm blade, prepared to maim or even kill her if she didn't do as he said. "It would be a waste to kill a shifter like yourself."
 
The bushiness of her tail flickered back and forth, both an act of anger and nervousness. The two combined tended to be a very dangerous thing for the shifter, to both surrounding enemies and herself. For the most part she lost control over her own movements when her emotions were extreme. Slowly her teeth began to bare themselves, her slender legs lowering her small black body to the ground. The silk of her coat matched the raven of her hair in what would have been her human form.

The creatures lips did not move, yet she spoke with him in a deep low growl of a feminine voice. If anything it seemed more sexual now, sadistic even. "Then let me go without a fight, and I swear to fucking any god you may worship, you'll be continuing with your cock in tact. Those don't go back right? For whatever species you are. I'll be beheaded before I so much as don't try." Even as her beady red eyes rested upon the weapon in her face, she seemed still, slowly a front paw lifting off the ground as if this may serve some sort of purpose to her in the future. Still her tail flickered and twitched.
 
So she wanted to play hardball, hmm? His free hand weaved intricately in the air in front of him, before he walked through. She would not be leaving this night. she wouldn't leave this room except as a slave or in a hearth. He finished the safeguard, made to keep her inside the room, then walked through, baring his weapon. "I am my own god." He said in a husky but a low growl of a voice. "And you are my servant no matter what you try now. You leave as that, or in your casket."

He was quick, rushing at her, but before she could make contact with him, his form simply disappeared, shifting himself into mist. He went past her, to get behind her, before reappearing. The blade was gone, and he lunged at her, a strong arm wrapping around her midsection to pull her against his chest. She wouldn't get away from him this time. She was in no position to attack or bite, just simply to wiggle. His other hand shot out to where he had thrown the syringe, and it came flying towards him. He grabbed it easily before manipulating it in his hand, then going for her.
 
With another surprised yelp, the rush in adreneline pumped through her veins. Warmth emenated from her as she lost control of her body once more and her human-like curves began to flicker and form as if creating themselves before his very eyes. This time it worked against her as when she shifter it gave her body, as tiny as it was, more mass room for the Vampire to work with. He would be able to find her veins very quickly. As she morphed she bumped into the needle and it wasn't long before she'd felt the prick, followed by an associated euphoric sensation ripping through her body at such an intensity she could hardly bare.

It caused her back to arch, her breasts thrusting upwards making them appear as though they were going to rip right through the skin tightness of her shirt. Her legs outstretched to their full length, and this motion caused her skirt to hike up to her thighs at an angle to expose one of her entirely beautiful and long pale legs. The other was still a tease beneath her skirt. You could see the black lace of her panty line, resting against her skin in an erotic manner. None of this seemed to matter to her as she seemed thrown off. A moan escaper her lips and she shivered, her body jolting once more. Any thoughts of malice for her had been interrupted and he was left thrown off. There was no longer fighting in the Vampire's arms, but more of a twitching as her body changed. The hormones drove her to temporary insanity in the strong arms of the sexy male behind her. But for now she didn't have time to quite look back at him as thrown off as absorbed in the change as she was.
 
She shifted back into her form easily enough, her feminine body pressed tightly against his, where he could nearly feel her skin against his own stronger and toned body. She was sprawled out slightly, with her legs opened, but his eyes weren't scaling her body. He stood, lifting her up, and carried her to the fur chair, sitting them down like they were before. He took the syringe with him, looking at where it was marked in slight puzzlement, surprised that it worked so fast. But then he saw the dose was double the normal amount. Of course.

He turned to her, knowing that her body was now overly sensitized and extremely warm from horniness. "Now that I have you calmed down... you seem to be a little... distracted." He smiled as he watched her on the chair, knowing that the chair was fur lined, that it would tease her skin to near orgasm. But she would never get to it without his length in her. "A little hot? Feel free to remove your clothes, you're in good company. And remember that."
 
Marilyn's breaths became shorter, but this time there was no panick embedded in them. They were breaths of sort of a sexual notation associated with the feel of the material on her skin. She wasn't sure of much, but it could also have something to do with the fact that she was in the arms of the strong male. It seemed to have more of an effect on her than the chair to be close to him, held by him, in his arms. And she craved more of his touch, arching herself in impressive angles to get it. She stood up, a look a ravenous hunger and sex in those green eyes. Her lips parted slightly, but they looked fuller than normal and held more of a sex appeal.

She stood up once she was able to gain back control of her body and wrapped her fingers in a slowly and sexually implied manner. But everything she did was sexually motivated at this point. She began to lower him down, or try anyway, and she used her feminine sex appeal. Her eyes were filled with promises of what was possibly to come. A laugh again filled with playfulness, and 'sex sex sex', escaped her feminine lips and she began to massage the sensitive muscles in his chest. Her hands worked as though she'd had years of practice on those specific muscles and her skillfull fingers were made just to massage them.

As she stayed straddled on him, she criss crossed her arms and grabbed the material on either side of her shirt. She lifted the material over her head slowly, angling her body in ways hard to come by. Her bra unclamped in the front so she worked to undo those clamps and shrugged it off. "Now. You?" Her bare chest was exposed and she longed for flesh on flesh, his flesh, those muscles. That perfect skin was hers to pleasure at that moment and she was eager to begin as she moved her hips, grinding herself against his lap. The movement coiled through her body, giving the illusion of sort of a sexy bonelessness in her upper body. This woman was very flexible to say the least.
 
She was a seductive little thing, body more flexible than most of the Vampiric dancers than he had seen, and that was saying something: Most of them could loop themselves twice over through their legs. But she was beautiful to boot, as well, and definitely someone that he wanted to keep in his estate, for better or worse. Injecting her instead of putting her down was a great choice, though he knew that things would be a upset once the aphrodisiac wore off... until it kicked back in again, of course.

She moved to straddle him, and one of his arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her closer and pressing his hips up against her. He could smell her arousal, feeling her wetness almost soak through his pants as his long and thick length pressed against her through two thin fabrics. Her hands were missed as they left his chest, but no love was lost once her hands pulled her shirt off. His free hand went to her left breast, slowly kneading and playing with it, taking care to tease her peak as well, wanting to give her pleasure, a reason to stay, even if she wanted to leave to a desecrated home.

His lips met hers in a heated kiss, a searing blaze of passion before his lips opened, his tongue snaking out to enter her mouth, finding her tongue and dancing in appreciation. His hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it teasingly slow before sliding it off his arms, tossing it to the side. He wrapped his arm around her hips again and pulled her against him, hips grinding and his chest firmly placed against hers. A soft groan escaped his lips against hers, and his hand teased down her body, starting with her breast before going further, to eventually tease her clit through her panties.
 
A low, deep moan escaped her lips and it was very natural in that moment as she continued to massage him down to his torso, his hips, and then his pelvis. Then a small smirk took her delicate features and as good as his hands on her felt she put both of hers over his and flipped her hair back. The black tresses held in sweet loose curls were now tousled and messed, giving her eyes a more mysterious compliment than normal. Slowly she moved, making sure she brushed against his length the entire way down until she came a comfortable space between his legs. In that moment food, drink and, everything she needed to survive seemed to be down there.

Her fingers worked the button of his pants and then his zipper and she removed the full length of him, working him in her hands for a bit before pressing her tight, tiny lips around him. The fact that they were simutaneously full and tiny gave room for alot of pressure, in such a comfortable way. She took the length of him as deep as she could into her throat and moaned against the skin of his cock. Soft, pink tongue worked in swirls along his more sensitive regions as she read his body language and continued to do more of what that perfect body seemed to tense up and react to.
 
She was a little tease. That was what he thought, until she once again shocked him. Her hands were wonderful on his skin, but she pushed his hand away from her. She slid down his body, and eagerly open his pants, hands brushing over his length of hard iron. His head fell back, eyes closing as she first stroked him, then her mouth went over him, pulling out grateful groans and moans from his throat. He never felt anything like this before, a pleasure that sparked through his body. She was great with what she was doing, and she never relented, even though the medicine gave her a need that could kill her if it went unchecked and unpleased...

That was a sobering thought to him, and after having a hand on her shoulder and head for a minute, he pushed her off, knocking her to the floor in front of the fireplace. He kicked his pants off before moving to her, blanketing her body with his and taking her in a deep, passionate kiss. But he didn't hold it for long before he slowly went down her body, lips kissing and brushing down her skin, finding a divet where her neck and shoulder met and nipping at it, then down her chest to her breasts. His lips slowly climbed the soft mound, teasing with pokes and stroked of his tongue, before he reached the peak of it. His tongue flicked and swirled, teasingly, before his teeth gently nipped, tugging lightly. He kissed over to the other breast, doing the same thing, before continuing his slow descent downward.

Her clothes were in the way, but he didn't ignore them like some would. Before reaching them, without skipping a beat of his slow movements with his lips, his hands ripped off her skirt and panties, throwing the remaining rags to the side. She would be getting new clothes anyway. He found the V leading to her feminine core, and he slowly followed it, kissing and nipping to tease her before he found her sweet treat. His lips and tongue slowly tested and tasted, head down and between her legs, arms wrapping around her thighs to hold them open and in a perfect position. His tongue darted, flicking and testing, before slowly diving down, spreading her lips until he found the entrance. Sliding up, her clit was soaked and somewhat swollen. Smiling, his tongue slowly flicked, teasing, before his lips wrapped around it, sucking lightly on it as his tongue went wild with swirls and flicks.
 
Her body reacted to him at an intense rate, her back arching and her fingers began to rake through his hair as he licked and tasted her sweetness. It drove her absolutely wild. It was nearly too much for her. Pleasure ripped through her forcing her to remove her hands from his hair and she gripped her own breasts, touching, teasing, feeling, hoping that it would drive him wild to see her touch herself in such an erotic manner.

Another soft moan escaped her lips. "I want you. Need you. Now." she demanded, tugging on him and hoping he would move upward. "Inside of me. Fuck me. Hardest you have. Now." She still writhed under the touch of his toungue, her legs and arms too weak to really do more than tug at him. He'd left her extremely weak in that moment and substantially more eager for more of him.
 
Her outcrys were sheer bliss to his ears, making his length bob in anticipation to take her. But he had to give her pleasure above all. There was no need to lose a slave that he could have at any time, as tender and and forceful as he wished. but she was begging for him to take her, and he saw that she had no energy to make him do anything anymore. It made him smile, and he kissed quickly up her body, moving to be over her once again.

He kissed her deeply, letting her have a small taste of herself, the taste that set him off so easily. His hips pushed against her, rubbing the side of his length against her, moaning as her juices coated it. "I will give you all of me, for you deserve as much." He whispered huskily, almost as needy as she was, and his length slid into her, easily, full to the hilt in one long movement. He kept his hips at a slower pace, to make sure that she was ok with his length and size in her.
 
Still she writhed beneath him and when he entered her it was like nothing he had ever felt before. The foreplay had given way to a thick lubrication and another jold of pleasure ripped through her body pushing tears against the backs of her lids. It wasn't until she held her eyes shut until she began to shed those tears in the same euphoric pleasure. He was perfect, the thickness of him, the length of him, the feel of him against her bare chest and even her own taste in their kiss.

She kissed him eagerly, pushing her soft tongue into her mouth. Already she was weak and she knew that soon after this she was going to pass out and she didn't care. Marilyn didn't care that she was in a place unknown and the fact that she would pass out would allow him to do anything he wished with her body. At this point he could come on her corpse and she would masturbate to the thoughts of her own body being defiled by him, the man that engulfed her and claimed her. She reached around, her arms wrapping around his body and her claws digging into his back so deeply she hoped to leave scars on the immortal. She wanted to leave scars. She wanted to claim him. He was her life's breath in that moment.
 
At this moment, she was his life's breath, and he didn't know how he had gone so far in his unnaturally long life. His hips only sped up in her, pushing him into her deeper and faster, feeling her grip tighten on him. She was his, he already claimed her, he had just to mark her, whether or not it would be visible. Her arms wrapped around him, her nails digging into his flesh, and he could feel small beads of blood sliding down his back. But he didn't care, she was marking him as hers as much as he would be doing.

He sat up, his arms wrapping around her hips and pulling her up to straddle him. His hands went to her hips, and as he arched to thrust into her, fast and deep, his hands moved her hips, moving her to go faster with him. Moans escaped his lips as he resumed the kiss, dancing his tongue around hers, before breaking it, kissing down to her neck. He could feel her blood pulsing strongly in her veins, and his fangs grew out. He bit down, feeling the explosion of blood as it pooled in his mouth and slid down his throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. She was so sweet and spicy, a mix of tastes that he hadn't experienced before!
 
The pleasure in the moment numbed her to the pain of his bite. If she felt a small prick from his fangs, there was no way in hell she cared at that moment. She rode her hips on him, pushing herself in a rhythm and twisting herself as she writhed giving him more of a range to feel pleasure with in. All the while she made damn sure that all of his cock got the best of her. She bit into the nape of his neck, drawing blood. It wasn't as though she did this knowing what effect it could possibly have, him being a vampire and all, but it was out of sheer pleasure. It kept her from screaming so loud it echoed through his entire domain. Marilyn wasn't dumb. Deep down she knew that this was a blood exhange but in that moment she absolutely did not care.

Marilyn no longer felt the warmth of the fireplace, as what was eminating between them was a heat so blazing with passion that even the natural element couldn't match it at it's hottest. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Nobody had ever been able to connect with her sexually like this, let alone please her and satisfy her in this way.
 
The room was hotter than it seemed, a inferno of heat and passion that he doubted ever was made in the history of time or space. And when he thought it couldn't get any hotter, it did, the feel of her taking the initiative and biting at his neck, piercing and drinking his blood. A moan escaped him as he drank, a hand going to the back of her head and keeping her there. She couldn't turn into a full vampire because of what she was, but he could give her the gift of some powers, and that connection between the two of them.

He knew she was getting low on blood, so he pulled his fangs out, his tongue licking the bite to seal it. As he did so, the last surge of pleasure rocked him, sending him in a massive climax, filling her with hot seed before he fell backwards, arms cradling her to him and holding her tight, protecting her from any jolt. He was kissing her lightly along her cheek and neck as he got his breath back.
 
Finally, as she reached her climax she let out a scream, tossing her head back and arching her body to a deeper angle. Her hips elevated themselves off the ground into sort of a bridge position and it made her feel as though she was floating. As the calm after the storm seemed to set upon her, Marilyn's vision began to blur. A numbness took her head and a nausea took her stomach. Everything combined from lack of energy to lack of blood was making her sick. She had expended an amount beyond what she had on pleasing her vampire, and now he was draining her of her life force. Once she realized what was happening tons of questions floated through her mind.

Was she going to die that moment?

Is it to be her last memory? Oh, what a blissful memory it would be on her descent to hell, for the act itself had to have been the deadliest of sins to exist in history.

This was her last thought as she slipped out of consciousness into a brief faint.
 
He held onto her, and sighed rather happily. But then he noticed something wrong, and his mind connected with hers to see what it was. Her mind was barely there, and her body was limp. Bursting now with adrenaline, he got up quickly, sliding out of her and lifting her up in strong arms, he opened the door of the study and carried her out, caring little for their nudity as he took her up the grand staircase and down hallway after hallway until he kicked open the door to his room. He laid her down on the bed, getting a sponge and cool water and dabbed down her skin.

It was the blood exchange, he knew it. He took too much of her energy and she passed out from it. But the nagging guilt was with him still. He finished with the water before he brought his wrist to his mouth. He ripped his wrist open with his fangs before putting it to her mouth. His mind took hold of hers, commanding her to drink. It was reassuring that her lips wrapped around it and slowly sucked at his blood, and he made sure she got enough so she wouldn't die, even at the little chance there was before that.

When she had enough, he pulled his wrist back, sealing it with his tongue. He laid down next to her, rolling to be on his side and taking one of her hands in both of his. The bed was a canopy bed, and as the door closed and locked, the drapes of the bed closed around them.

By the time she would wake, it would be after dawn, and he would be in his lethargic sleep, his body leaden and vulnerable.
 
She laid sprawled out in a vision of beauty. She was a miracle of color, the black of her hair, the paleness of her skin, and as they flickered open added the emerald green in her eyes. A slow realization came when she'd seen the man beside her was exactly what she had depicted in this 'dream'. She hadn't gained her energy back entirely because she hadn't eaten but somehow she'd mustered enough energy to sit up. Taking a moment for her surroundings to sink in, the shifter's heavy breathing began to slow and she ran her hands through her hair as she watched him sleep.

He was so beautiful in his nudity and something about his presence made it comfortable to be completely nude around him. Their fucking had instilled an impression in her mind that would last for years, decades, centuries even.

But then her head took over and it was time to stop admiring him. She had to get the fuck out of there as connected to him as she seemed to feel at the moment. Before he woke up. Slowly she began to move, careful not to stirr the bed because if he woke up that would be the last chance she got to do so. She shifted into her small demonic form and landed on the ground.
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He may have been asleep, but that didn't mean he wasn't conscious. Even if he wasn't, his mind was partially in hers, making sure that she was alright first, then making sure she stayed in the estate second. His face twitched slightly in the small irritation that she would want to leave, and as he exerted control around him and through the estate. The door glowed and glyphs appeared on it, before there was a click, and it opened.

He was stronger than he looked, laying there with no bodily control. He let his mind out of his body, exploring, watching her as she moved. He led her mentally through the estate to the kitchen, knowing that she was hungry. The door closed and locked behind her, glowing like the bedroom had before turning back to normal. He could shift walls in the house if need be. And the few rooms that had windows were locked and blocked by his safeguards.
 
As the door closed behind her, her small demonic form jumped sky high like sort of a frightened cat. A yelped escaped it's black lips, red eyes flashing but together the expression seemed to be surprise as she was caught off guard. Why was he so hell bent on keeping her here? And then it dawned on her. She was being used! A bloody sex toy. He wasn't going to kill her, he was going try to make her a slave to him. A pang of hurt took her chest as she thought of how many slaves he probably owned. It wasn't that she felt sorry for the girls, but more of a possessiveness towards this man caused her to feel this way.

And then she had another though. What the fuck was she doing feeling possessiveness over the man that wanted to use her, drug her, and rape her? Possessiveness was replaced by anger as Marilyn paced about the room, tail swaying back and forth. What was she to do in this situation? He was apparently conscious and keeping he here still.
 
Her thoughts were going atray now, and it was going to be dangerous to leave her with those thoughts. His mind contacted hers again, and he made sure that she could hear him. I have no other slaves. His voice would echo through her head, and thankfully, the sun was going down now. I have some men that follow me and work for me, but no slaves.

It was amazing how fast things can change, and soon he was sitting up, stretching his muscles before he grabbed a robe and took off, putting it on as he moved to the kitchen. But his mind didn't leave hers. I will not let you leave, however. You are mine, marked as mine, as much as you marked me last night. The door to the kitchen opened, and he walked through, stealthily moving behind her, pulling her body against his. "So any thoughts of you leaving is a direct attack on me."
 
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