Jzzr's Facial Stories

[Jeanessecret]

Jzzr,
I love your stories, they provide such vivid imagery. They don't even really seem like fiction but more like actual events that have happened to you.
Please keep up the great work.

xoxox

Jeane

[jzzr]

Hidden Talents
by jzzr


A few years ago I used to sometimes get food at a Jewish Deli near my place. At some point I started noticing this one girl I kept seeing. She wasn't a great beauty, but cute in a unique way. She had somewhat large, rounded eyes, slightly inset, a somewhat rounded nose, and full pouty lips. Her long, bone-straight dark brown hair accentuated her fairly pale skin. She looked a bit mousey and probably most guys might consider her a heavy compared to the usual movie stars and models, but there was something about her manner that drew my eye.

One day as I went to the deli, I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts, I was looking down at the ground as I started to mount the little staircase to the entrance. In a split second I realized someone was in front of me, then jerked my head up and stepped back as I heard a clattering sound. I'd almost bumped my face right into her chest, and she'd dropped her things.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I offered, then looked at the Art supplies on the ground. "Ah shit, let me get that," I said as I leaned down to collect her stuff. She bent down as well to help me. "It's okay, it's because this stupid case has a bad clasp." As she leaned over further to grab some stray pens, I stole a glance at her chest. She was wearing a light jacket, but beneath it I saw a bit of cleavage jam-packed into her black top. Feeling my eyes widen, I forced myself to look away.

"No really, I wasnt looking where I was going at all," I cut in. "I'd like to make it up to you. Any chance I can take you to lunch?" She looked over at me, seeming dumbfounded at first, but then a little smile crept onto her face. "Sure," she said, and absent-mindedly stroked her hair out of her eyes.

Turned out she was an art student, which explained a lot. She seemed pretty shy and self-conscious, and I noticed when she thought I wasn't looking she would adjust her top to try to cover her cleavage. The fabric would slip back down a few minutes later. Somehow through all of this, we were able to exchange a decent amount of information about each other. Afterwards, I asked if I could see her again. She gave the same shy smile and nodded her head, pulling out a pen to write her number down.

Over the next few weeks, we met up at museums, movies, and restaurants. She was very sweet, but still remained shy. I started to feel like a pervert for lusting after this girl. She seemed so innocent, though she was 25. I couldn't see much of her, because she tended to wear sweaters and such on over her top. I would look at her while she talked and wonder what her puffy lips would feel like on my cock. I'm sure this was partially because she was actually Jewish herself, though not religious. I'd heard conflicting rumors about Jewish girls - some said they didn't give head and others said they gave amazing head.

After a movie one night, I said, "I know this may sound bad, but, ah, do you want to come see my place? I thought I could show you my etchings," I deadpanned, and she burst out laughing. I kept a straight face, though it was difficult. "Um, seriously...I have etchings I did in college in an art class. I'm sure they're not as good as your work, but...I don't know, I was hoping it would show we have something more in common." She got serious. "You think we don't have anything in common?" She looked up at me with her huge, lidded eyes. "I didn't say that...I just meant, more than we do now or have seemed so far. I like you, but I want to connect with you a bit more. Does that make sense?" She nodded. "Yeah," and looked a bit lost in thought.

"One thing I need to warn you about my apartment, it's always hot in here," I said as I unlocked my door. We stepped inside, and I looked at her face. She looked a little nervous, which made me suddenly feel this was a mistake. But but after a moment, she took her coat off and handed it to me. She was wearing one of those semi-shapeless black turtlenecks. She even folded her arms up awkwardly. But it didn't do much good. I could tell there was definitely a lot going on under there. She sat down on the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked as I stood in front of her. She looked up at me with her huge eyes. I was taken aback, because they seemed to be burning right through me. "Uh...coffee?" She slowly shook her head, still staring. "Tea?" Another head shake, eyes not blinking. "Anything?"

She nodded her head, and slowly her gaze left mine and drifted down my body to my crotch. I was in a little bit of shock that this quiet girl seemed to be dropping a serious hint. "Well, ah...anything you want, just go for it," I said. I didn't want to scare her back into her shell in case I somehow misinterpreted her.

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[jzzr]

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That idea was blown away as she reached up to my jeans and unsnapped them with one hand while starting to stroke my cock through my pants with the other. I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Since all pretense was gone, I helped her get my pants and underwear down. My growing cock sprang up and she fixed it with the same intense stare of hers for about 5 seconds, looking enraptured.

Then her meekness melted away as she moved her head forward, opened her lips, and swiftly but gently closed them around my cockhead. She paused for a moment, her eyes closed and inhaling through her nose, as if to savor my taste and scent. Then she began sucking. And I do mean sucking. With a purpose. Even early on, as she was relatively gentle and slow, she kept a steady rhythm. In fact, I realized, my hardon never left her mouth. Most girls take a little break now and then, but she breathed through her nose with her lips still firmly locked on my cock.

Her attentions were so insistent that I found myself nearing the point of no return within minutes. I started shaking, and trying to resist supporting my weight on her shoulders. "Ohhh my god, you're gonna make me cum," I said. As soon as she heard that, she made a little noise that sounded like...urgency? Desperation? Hunger? What mattered more was that she sucked harder and faster. Her mouth and tongue suctioning me like a vacuum cleaner out of control.

"Wait, stop!" I shouted as I pushed her head away and pulled my pelvis back. She stopped and looked up at me almost in horror. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, just...I'm a little shocked how this is going. I mean, I love what you're doing, but...like, we've been dating on this one level and barely kissed, and suddenly, this. We haven't even talked about what we want or don't want. Plus I want to take care of you too." I looked into her huge brown eyes staring back at me. "Does that make any sense?"

"Sure, I just...didn't expect any objection to what I was doing. You're sure it was ok?" She looked a little suspicious.

"Jesus, it was fucking incredible. I've never been sucked so intensely before in my life." She smiled a little proudly at that.

"OK, good. Well, here's the thing. I've come to realize I'm pretty...I guess you could say submissive. I don't mean I'll just let a guy do anything to me, but...well obviously I really, really like to give head. I guess it's kind of dirty, you know, even if you're not raised Hasidic or Orthodox it's just this whole 'unclean' thing but I kind of got secretly fascinated by it. Especially if the, um, cock is big. Which yours is." She smiled sheepishly.

"Anyway, taking care of me...is letting me take care of you. I get really wet while sucking. I may even touch myself while I'm doing it. Maybe at some point, I'll feel like I want to have sex but that's...a whole different thing for me. I really just love giving blowjobs. And I get satisfaction from giving it. Is that OK?"

"Wow," I said. "Uh, sure, of course." I paused. "So, the more pleasure I get, and the more obvious it is to you, the more pleasure you get...?"

She gave me a look similar to when she had been eyeing my bulge; a mix of hunger and devotion. "Mmm-hmm. Why, is there something...specific you want?" I smiled and returned her lustful looks. "Two things. First of all, there's something you've been hiding from me the whole time we've been going out. Do you know what I'm talking about?" She turned her head away and bit her lip. "Do you mean my chest?"

"Yes. If it's not a serious problem for you, it would be an incredible turn-on for me to see you topless. I mean you have no idea how much. Or maybe you do, which is why you hide yourself."

"Well, It's pretty easy for me to end up looking...cheap, just with the wrong top," she looked a bit sad and frustrated. Then, her eyes meeting mine again, adding, "But when I'm with someone I like, and trust, I want to please them...and...I guess what I have pleases some guys. Pleases you. So...OK."

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[jzzr]

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I stood back to give her room and see her more as she shyly gathered up the bottom of her turtleneck sweater and began to lift it up. As expected, she had a bit of belly and some stretch marks. But all thoughts of that were wiped from my mind a second later when the top came off.

Her light green, slightly shiny bra was fairly plain and attempted to cover as much as possible. It looked like a minimizer, or maybe just too small, and clearly overworked. As she unbuttoned it, I could see the weight of her tits straining to bring the cups down. Finally gravity won out as she undid the last clasp, and her boobs wobbled and relaxed. She pulled the bra aside.

I felt almost numb as I could no longer keep from staring at the part of her body she'd been mostly hiding. Light stretch marks graced the skin near her arms and higher up on her chest. Her very light skin thinned in spots to reveal a few bluish veins beneath. Further down, just to the side of the center of each breast, were nipples as big as my thumbnail. They were surrounded by dark pink, almost brownish aureolae nearly as big as coasters. Taking them all in with my eyes, I realized her tits were even huger than I'd realized, as they sagged under their own weight.

"Wow," was all I could say at first. "I know, they're huge," she said mournfully. "Don't say that like you're apologizing. I think they're incredible. Really. Every detail, they're just...beauttiful." She smiled and seemed to relax a little. "I can't believe you've been hiding all that. I would've thought you were like, a triple-D at most, but...what bra size do you wear?"

"38G, and that's supposed to minimize. They get even bigger during my period. It sucks," she pouted. Then she looked back at my cock, which had gone down slightly during our conversation but was now rock hard again just from seeing her huge tits. "Speaking of sucking, I think you need some attention again," she smiled.

Her shyness was slowly melting between my obvious admiration for her massive rack and her desire for my hardon. She practically lunged for it this time, pulling me forward by my cock as she opened her mouth to receive it again. She really seemed to savor it. I could tell that a cock in her mouth was definitely a flavor and sensation she enjoyed, as opposed to a job she was doing. Her soft, wet lips glided past my cockhead over and over. Each time it was about to leave her mouth, she applied more sucking pressure that dragged against it. She also sometimes made little noises, almost like a tiny whine, as though she was afraid I would take my cock away.

Her skills had me reeling. I knew I wouldn't last like this, but I had one more request for her. "Ohhh...remember I said two things I wanted?" She kept on sucking, but hummed "Mmm hmm?" around my cock, which felt even more incredible. "Well if you want to see...ohhh fuck...obvious...evidence of my pleasure..." I hesitated. "Ahhh...god...I...I want to cum on you. On your beautiful tits and face. Please."

After I said that, she breathed in deeply through her nose and let out a long hum of pleasure. I realized she had one hand on my cock and one between her legs. "I'm serious, you're gonna make me cum really soon, please can I cum on you?" My voice was getting a desperate edge, which may have turned her on more, because she started sucking harder and faster. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft as she plunged the rest in and out of her suctioning mouth. "Please!" I was almost begging. "I'm gonna cum!" I could feel it building deep in my balls, starting to rise. My cock twitched from the base, which must have been a signal to her hand. She pulled my dick from her lips with a popping sound, and, still stroking my cock, looked me in the eyes and breathlessly said, "do it."

I think no matter what her words were at that point it would have been too late. As she gently jerked me just under the my head, a stream of hot white goo shot out and hit her forehead with surprising force. Immediately after that, another two blasts of cum splattered the right side of her adorable nose, forcing her to close her eyes. Her mouth hung open in a look of surprise and lust. Another two volleys of thick jizz landed on the right side of her lips, which made her inhale quickly. That little sound spurred me on to pump out another dollop onto her smooth white cheek. As I looked down at her massive tits bouncing from her arm motions, I felt another wave of arousal and a long rope of cum shot out onto her chin and fell to the tops of those huge hangers. She kept pumping my cock blindly, and was rewarded with a series of smaller spurts that landed on her jiggling breasts.

When it was all over, I stared at a sight I thought I'd never see. This shy, retiring Jewish girl was absolutely coated with my load. The load I'd been building up because of feeling too guilty about her sweetness to even masturbate to. And now the fantasy I didn't dare to have was reality. The cum was mostly so thick it wasn't even running down her skin, but hung in glue-like globs and ropes exactly where I shot them.

"Holy shit," I breathed. "That was...incredible. And I wish you could see yourself, you look amazing!" Without moving or opening her eyes, she said "My purse. Front pocket, zipper." I was confused and still reeling from my orgasm, but I saw her purse on the couch nearby and opened the pocket. Inside was a small digital camera. "Take a picture, it lasts longer," she said, using the left side of her mouth and failing to hold back a smile. I did as she asked, snapping full-on shots and closeups of the cum for about a minute.

When I was done, I said, "OK. Actually you can open your eyes, there's none near them." She complied and I saw her lovely doe-like eyes look up at me expectantly. I smiled and hesitated, then suddenly blurted out "Oh shit, you must want a towel!" She smiled back and said, "Sure, unless it's better for you that I stay like this." I didn't think I could get to another level of shock in this situation, but I was wrong. "Actually...yeah, for a little while...I'd love to just see it on you." "Well, I want to see too! Give me the camera," she said, reaching out her cum-free hand.

We sat back on the couch together, and I kept looking back and forth between her cum-covered face and each picture as she previewed them. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think it's the most incredible thing I've ever seen. I can't believe it. What a beautiful sight." She smiled. "I'll take that towel now."

"Of course, sorry," I jumped up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. As she cleaned herself off, I added, "I don't suppose, uh, I'm gonna get copies of those pictures, am I?" "Not just yet. I want to make sure there's going to be a repeat performance," she looked up at me inquisitively. "Hell yes, I sure hope so!" "Good. Besides, I want to tweak the color and contrast in Photoshop. If I'm going to be in pictures of any kind I want to make sure I look my best." I was incredulous. "You know Photoshop?"

"Sure," she said. "Just one of my hidden talents," and winked at me as one missed lump of cum started to drip down over her eyebrow.

[carolneb]

...as she opened her mouth to receive it again. She really seemed to savor it. I could tell that a cock in her mouth was definitely a flavor and sensation she enjoyed, as opposed to a job she was doing. Her soft, wet lips glided past my cockhead over and over. Each time it was about to leave her mouth, she applied more sucking pressure that dragged against it. She also sometimes made little noises, almost like a tiny whine, as though she was afraid I would take my cock away.

All I can say is wow, jzzr. That was a great story!! Thanks sooo much!
Carol

[Jeanessecret]

Another fine piece of work Jzzr. I hope you keep writing.

xoxox

Jeane

[Brian1453]

Damn Jzzr! How did I miss these? I just read through the last one, "Hidden Talents" before I went back to the start of the thread, and thought for sure this was a true story. You have some serious talent here!!! I had to start jerking off a bit through the last parts Hope you keep posting more of these and writing! Thanks.

[jzzr]

Facial Debate
by jzzr



My friends decided recently that I needed to meet another friend of theirs. They described her as intelligent and hot, if very opinionated. I agreed to meet up on a blind set-up date. Totally blind, since this girl didn't want her picture sent to me for some reason.

"Do you come here often?" came a voice from behind me as I sat in the café. There stood a curvaceous, light tan-skinned beauty with long brown-black hair with a big streak of grey-white. She wore a plain white 3-button pullover shirt that was neither loose nor tight, a brown suede vest, and worn blue jeans."Um, I'm waiting for someone..." I started, trying not to stare. "I'm the one you've been waiting for," she said, then burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. I just find so much of dating to be a cliché I can't help making fun of it, especially when it's a set-up. I recognized you from Claire's description. I'm Lilian."

"Oh! I'm Tim..." I started to get up. "Please don't tell me you're that traditional," she frowned. "Getting up when a woman comes to or leaves the table? I'd like to hope we've gotten beyond that." My mouth hung open for a moment. I stood up anyway, but slowly. "Actually, it's more like I prefer to greet someone on equal standing. Shaking hands from a sitting position isn't too practical either." She kept eye contact, smirking but looking unimpressed. "Equal? Or just not with the woman above you? As for shaking hands, that's not as open as a hug, is it?"

I felt like I was being grilled. "To tell you the truth, I have no problem with a woman above me," and smiled, only to let it fall a second later "Wait, that came out wrong." She laughed and looked at her watch. "Sexual innuendo within one minute of meeting. This bodes well." I looked at her with an incredulous smile, paused, and said, "Sarcasm is the means by which we hide our hurt feelings from ourselves." She smiled and nodded, "Jung. Maybe our friends weren't so wrong to have us meet after all. Of course, you used the reference to dis me, without even knowing if I was being sarcastic. So how about that hello hug?"

Feeling slightly exasperated, I complied, and was rewarded by enveloping a soft, fleshy body with a pair of breasts that had been well-disguised by her clothing choice. I tried to control my breathing so as not to let on the effect this had on me - after all, this was just a friendly meeting hug, and I had no idea what was on this girl's mind from her attitude.

We sat down and proceeded to have the most involved first-date conversation I've ever had to be a part of. I learned that she worked for a non-profit women's center and that other than her job she didn't get out much. She was obviously very devoted to her ideals. As we talked, I was simultaneously turned on by her brain and her beauty, but felt that my answers weren't good enough or quick enough half the time. We had a fun and engaging time, but as we hugged goodbye, I figured that was it.

I turned out to be wrong. She emailed me asking to get together again. I had nothing better to do, and was pretty attracted to her, so I said yes. We continued meeting in cafés and discussing everything from politics to music, but never did anything seem like it was sexual or ever going to be. I couldn't even masturbate over her, figuring it would just be setting myself up for disappointment. But I was actually preoccupied with her enough not to masturbate to anyone else either, which is pretty unusual for me.

Then at the end of our fourth date, she invited me back to her place. "You understand 'my place' isn't actually code for 'we're going to fuck'." I laughed with a kind of cough before saying, "Yes, I'm aware that in no language are those two phrases equivalent, except maybe Neanderthal." She smiled and added, "Or its modern descendant, Frat-Boy-ese. If I had a nickel for every one of those types that assumed that because I was polite to them that they were getting in my pants, I'd have a house in the Caribbean by now."

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Once we got there, we continued talking. At one point, she came back from the kitchen with drinks, and as she handed me one, from my sitting position I really got a look at her full body. She wasn't tall, but not squat either. I realized her proportions and overall look was somewhat similar to the actress Laura San Giacomo. Unfortunately this realization cost me, since I stared long enough to let her notice.

"Hello? Up here," she pointed to her face. I felt like an idiot and felt my own face flush. "Sorry. I couldn't really help it, from our relative positions. And the fact that you're damn attractive. I mean, am I really being that much of a pig for looking?"

"No. I was half-joking...kind of an obvious thing to say, isn't it? You seem a little defensive." "OK, maybe I am, a little bit. Chalk it up to se..." I caught myself. "Stress," I finished. She tilted her head, "Were you about to say sexual frustration?" I was nailed. I decided to face up to it instead of playing it off. "Yeah. Look, maybe I should go. I honestly wasn't 'expecting anything' tonight, or maybe even any night, but you can't blame me for having desires that might cause the occasional lingering look." She looked puzzled. "I'm not blaming you. It's flattering. And I've been looking at you too, though probably more discreetly." She put her drink down, looked very serious for a few seconds, then leaned over to kiss me. Her soft lips felt wonderful.

She sat down and said, "Theoretically, if what I said before about not getting any was a ruse to lull you into a state of comfort, and we can acknowledge that that's somewhat moot now, what would you want to do to me?" I nearly choked on my drink. "Um...well I don't know if 'do to' is the right phrase...it's a two-way street after all..." "Sure it is...one does things to another, the other does things to the one. I just want to know what those things are from your perspective." I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "I'm...not sure. Each person is different. I try to accommodate what the other person wants." She cut in, "So do I, within reason. But how do we find out what the other wants without asking? I'm not asking you what you think I want...I'm asking you what you want." I started getting flustered. "But I said it's variable...depending on..." She cut me off. "Bullshit," she said with a smile. There are things that you. Want. To do. Regardless of others. You may want them to want you to do it to them, but whether or not they do, you still want it. That's what I want to know about."

Feeling backed into a conversational corner, I got up to leave. "This is getting uncomfortable, I should be going." She said, "See, this is what I was afraid of. You must be secretly harboring some kind of deep sexual issue that's making you afraid to disclose. But I'd rather know upfront what I'm getting into - or not getting into." I stopped. "So, because I don't want to tell you, you assume it's something really awful?" Her head cocked to the side. "So there is something you're afraid to tell me. Go ahead. What is it? Just get it out." She remained smiling though looking somewhat exasperated. "Let's just say I don't want it to be common knowledge," I said. "Don't worry, I won't tell Claire. Unless I think you're a danger to her because of it."

I laughed. "Hardly. Look, alright, I'll tell you, but it's not like this is all there is to me as far as sex, or intimacy, or relationships." She looked a little irritated. "But it must be something powerful, you're still delaying saying it. OK, assuming that otherwise, you're a so-called normal guy sexually, what is this one thing you don't want to tell me that you like so much?"

I took a deep breath. "Facials." She stared at me. "Facials," she repeated. "Yes, but it's not..." "You mean, ejaculating on a woman's face." I sighed, "Yeah."

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"Why," she said, flatly. I knew I wasn't going to get out of this without answering everything she had to throw at me. "Well, I know this sounds overly simple, but I think it's hot. It looks hot. I find it aesthetically pleasing to see a certain type, amount, and even arrangement of semen on a pretty woman's face. It triggers a greater orgasm from me and hopefully at least a positive, accepting response from her."

"Accepting?" she asked. "You mean, of your control and humiliation of her?" I breathed in, trying to keep calm. "No, I don't believe there's any inherent humiliation or degradation in the act, or even any consensual act. Semen is a natural part of the body, and usually the ultimate result of a sexual encounter with a man. There's no reason to consider it a bad thing. In fact, I'd call it insulting to say so." Her eyebrow raised. "Oh really. Why?"

"Because that presupposes that semen is negative, even disgusting. To be told that what you produce during an intimate sexual act is disgusting is pretty wrong. As wrong as women being told their vaginas need douches or plastic surgery."

"If that's the case, why do guys use it to 'mark their territory' during the act, or degrade women when they talk about it later? It's all 'Take that, bitch' and 'Dude, I came all over that slut's face'..." This time I cut her off. "Yeah, those Neanderthal Frat Boys we talked about may do that, but that doesn't spoil the act in itself, anymore than the fact that Rape exists discounts all loving sexual intercourse."

"Loving? You think cumming on a woman's face is loving?" She looked like she was building up a full head of steam.

"I think it's down to the people involved. Yeah, if the guy is on an abusive power trip, and the girl is reluctant or taken by surprise, then it seems wrong. But that's what they put into it." "And what's put into it is disrespect," she quickly countered.

"Not necessarily. Look, a man or a woman can masturbate wherever and however they want, and think about nothing more than themselves and their own pleasure, or picture being with anyone they can fantasize about. Even during intercourse, you can look away, bury your head in the other person's shoulder as you orgasm. Anyone or anything could pop into your head then. But if you're coming on someone's face, it's pretty clear that's the person the orgasm is for."

"So it's a gift of some kind? What if the other person doesn't really want that kind of "gift"? But is doing it grudgingly to please them?"

"Well yeah, I think any sexual act should be totally consensual, without obligation, coercion, or force. Now, if a woman is actually into submission on some level, and the man is into domination, then a facial cumshot with that kind of subtext may in fact be healthy because both people are getting what they want. In that case, she likes it because she doesn't like it. But I don't believe there's any more inherent "domination" in ejaculating on your partner than there is in penetrating them - it's the attitude. I know there are those who associate being penetrated with being dominated. Yet obviously, many women enjoy being penetrated and don't think of it as a naturally submissive act. In fact, some women get downright aggressive demanding penetration, initiating an erection and then climbing on top. Is the man supposed to feel humiliated by that?"

"No, but the face is different. It's your identity, it's what we as human interface with and define ourselves and each other by. If you put something coming out of your penis on it, how is that not a defacing of that human identity?"

"If you think that," I asked, "how is a blowjob not also defacing? The face muscles contort around the penis. The mouth is unable to speak. It's thoughts like that that keep repressed people from enjoying oral sex. And it works both ways - men thinking that going down on women is a sign of weakness, or that vaginas all smell and taste bad. And if a guy does go down on a girl, and does it right, he's going to contort his face, and be unable to speak, and more likely than not end up with a facefull of her fluids. You know what that says to me? That she was fulfilled and happy. It's physical evidence, and a tactile confirmation on my face she's been satisfied. And I'm not the least bit disgusted or jumping up to wash it off. It makes me feel great that I caused that reaction. And if she wants to stare at my wet face for awhile, or kiss me, or just lay with her til we fall asleep, then great. But I think my getting the same isn't too much to ask."

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