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Hey everyone! So here is chapter 9. I do apologise for it taking so long to get this next chapter finished. It is here now so please enjoy. A big thank-you goes out to those who have helped out during the creation of this chapter. Please read the thank-you notes at the end. Again please feel free to send comments and feedback to clintjnd@gmail.com.
---------------------------------------------------- Aussies Dream - Chapter 9 ---------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- Adam POV ---------------------------------------------------
I had decided to ask Ben out to dinner. It was time that I try to tell him how I felt about him, and thought that some time alone outside the apartment would have the opportunity arise. I had to tell him, despite there possibly being some bad consequences. I had this inkling that we may have the same feelings about each other, but then I could be wrong. It could just be with all the devastating events in his life previously that he is just looking for some comfort. But I was fairly certain it was more than that.
Asking him out to dinner was a nerve wrecking experience. I was feeling a little ill as the butterflies stirred, but I managed to build up the courage to ask him as we left our morning lecture. A wave of relief washed over me when he said it sounded good and he seemed happy about it. I wondered if I would have the courage to bring up the subject of telling him how I felt, if it was this hard to just ask him out to dinner. Considering it was just dinner between two friends, not a date. Although I was personally counting it as one.
Dinner went well. We had an enjoyable and relaxed time. Unfortunately the right time didn't come up to tell him what was on my mind. Well, it may have been more the fact I chickened out and couldn't build up the courage to tell him.
Making our way home, things took a bit of a turn for the worse. We ran into someone who I later found out was an old friend of Ben's. I wasn't sure what the story was between the two but Ben seemed to just completely retract into his shell. He completely shut down. Didn't say a word to the approaching stranger and began to move away as he got closer to us. Feeling I should do something to remove Ben from the situation I managed to guide him away from the stranger. I just wanted to comfort him and tell him that everything was going to be okay.
I found out that the stranger's name was Toby, but not much else, just that they had a history. A protective instinct over the man I was falling for kicked in. I wanted to protect him from any harm that this stranger may bring. Ben had already opened up to me about some of his past and it seemed like he had been through enough devastation without having to possibly relive some of it with this Toby guy. Ben made it clear that he didn't want to talk about it. I put my arm around him and held him close as we continued to make our way home. It was all I could think of to comfort him out in the open. It felt good to have him so close, his warmth against me. He didn't seem to mind either; then again his mind was probably on other things at that point in time and may not have even noticed. Either way, it still felt good. Felt right.
As we were riding the elevator up to the apartment, he began to sing along to the song playing over the radio. It was cute and I love it when he sings. His voice and the sparkle in his eyes when he sings draws me in and wraps me up like a warm blanket. Ben blushed and apologised when he realised he had started singing, which made him just that much cuter.
As we made it into what was now home, Ben made comment about how full he still felt. I couldn't resist but poke him in the stomach, which to my surprise revealed that he was ticklish, extremely ticklish. I of course did what any good friend would do; I started a poking and tickling assault. Before I knew it we had tripped over the end of the couch and I was now on top of him on the couch, not just lying on him but pressing into him. It was almost unconscious, pushing every part of myself against him, sharing our heat and making the urge to kiss him irresistible. Hands on either side of his shoulders, straddling his hips as best I can to keep my balance, all I can see is his face and his eyes, just looking at me as though waiting for me to decide what to do next. Even I am not sure of what I am going to do, kiss him, lick him, say good night; all I know is that I keep getting closer to him and I don't care why. Then, in one of those unconscious habits that most people don't even realise they are doing it, he runs the tip of his tongue along his lip and he makes the decision for me. Unable to stop myself I dive down and press my mouth to his, unsure if I want to nibble him or catch his coy tongue as it retreats instinctively. All too soon I am running out of breath and I have to reluctantly disengage, dragging his bottom lip between my teeth before letting go and pushing myself up to get a proper look at him.
It was like looking at the surface of a still lake, beautiful but giving no hint at what lay below the surface. I reached out and brushed a stray hair out of his eyes and began to seriously think that I had done something wrong. At least, until he pulled me back down to him and proceeded to excavate my mouth. It was too much with his fingers running through my hair, chest rising and falling rapidly, our tongues writhing against each other trying to explore as much of each other's mouths as possible without breaking contact. In an unexpected twist, Ben's tongue broke our duel and suddenly ran its length across the top row of my teeth, eliciting both a moan and shuddering giggle. Realising that the second round of the tickle game had commenced, I let my body press all of its weight on to Ben before running my fingers lightly up and down Ben's ribs, paying him back for catching me off guard.
It wasn't long before he was calling for mercy. Stopping, I realised just how full I felt myself. Realising how tired I actually felt I decided we needed to get in to bed otherwise I would fall asleep on him on the couch, which wouldn't be all that comfortable for a long period of time. Getting up I could see a look of confusion and disappointment written across Ben's face. Reaching an arm out to help him up a look of relief and a smile formed across his face. Damn he was cute. Leading him into his room we snuggled up in bed and let the darkness take over us.
--------------------------------------------------- Ben POV ---------------------------------------------------
Before I knew it, it was morning again. I had awoken this time to the feel of something moving on top of me. Looking down I realised Adam was now resting his head on top of my chest. Hearing and feeling his deep, calm breaths on my naked torso I could tell he was still asleep. I was still beside myself with happiness that I had Adam here with me at this moment. That last night he had kissed me. Replaying the events of last night in my mind, I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face. The moment we kissed, was by far one of the happiest moments of my life so far. It was so surreal. I now wished the moment had continued longer but at the time I had no idea what was actually happening.
The moments of happiness didn't last long though. Instances of doubt of course began to plague my mind. Did he mean to kiss me? Is he just here with me now to comfort me as a caring friend? I quickly brushed those thoughts aside. A straight guy wouldn't be here with another guy like this, no matter how good of friends they are. And we hadn't had that much to drink, so there had to be some meaning behind the kiss. I was sure to find out once Adam woke up.
While my thoughts ran amuck I hadn't realised I had begun to run my hands through his hair. It must be a natural instinct, I thought to myself. As my fingers traced back and forth through his black locks of hair, I felt for the first time in a long time, content. I was content being there with Adam.
I knew I should stop playing with his hair before I woke him up so I carefully removed my hand and rested it under my own head, propping myself up so I could look down upon the man currently using me as a pillow.
Moments after removing my hand, Adam stirred and rolled over so that now he was looking up at me but still had his head resting on my chest. `Crap' I thought to myself. I did wake him up. But now I could see his beautiful brown eyes.
"Morning." I said calmly as a smile once again spread across my face. I couldn't help it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you".
"Morning" he said while yawning and smiling back up at me. "That's okay, why'd you stop? It felt good and was calming," he said while resting his head back down on my chest but now looking up at me.
"I actually didn't realise I was doing it. I started doing it subconsciously... and I stopped as I thought it was going to wake you..."
"Oh. What were you thinking about?" He said with a smirk appearing while getting up on all fours, with an arm and leg on either side of my body, as he slowly began closing the distance between us.
"Erm..." At this point my phone began to ring. "I better answer this," I said reaching for my phone. `Saved by the bell' I thought to myself. I don't know why I was hesitant in responding to him. I just wasn't completely sure yet what he was feeling. So I didn't know if I should be telling him the truth or not.
As I was about to answer my phone Adam leaned forward and stole a quick brush across my lips, which ignited my senses like it had the night before. I was again in a bit of shock and forgot I had pressed the answer button when I heard Dean's voice "Hello...? Ben...?"
"Hey Dean" I finally answered him.
"Oh you are there."
"Yeah, sorry, I got distracted." At this point Adam was stifling a laugh.
"Oh? By what? And who's that, is that Adam?"
"Nothing. And Yes."
"Ah huh. And where are you?"
"In my room." `Crap' I thought to myself, I shouldn't have said that.
"And what are you doing in your room may I ask?" Coming in for second round, Adam pushed me down onto my back, sliding his hands up my chest, torturously electrifying my body. Eyes alight with incubus-like devilry in them; he slowly runs his tongue around my bellybutton, breathing warm air on chilled flesh, leaving me quivering like jelly.
"No-thing." I do my best to reply as normally as I can, but Dean calls my bluff.
"Liar." Dean said before letting out a chuckle.
"I'm not lying," I said with my most convincing voice.
"You so are. Now tell me what you two are up to in `your' room."
"I'll tell you later". I said trying to avoid the question.
"You better! I'll annoy the crap out of you until you do."
Just as a plausible answer was forming in my mind Adam leaned forward again and pressed his lips onto mine with more insistence than before, hands resting on either side of my hips. Trying to muffle the sound of my surprise, I thrust my arm out to the side, trying to get it as far away from our groans. Even as Adam's tongue began to snake its way into my own mouth, I could hear Dean's faint cries of `Your making out, aren't you!' almost shouted into the phone. Reluctantly breaking our sealed lips, almost immediately missing the absence of Adam's tongue, I hastily brought the receiver back and almost bellow my reply.
"We are not! I was trying to eat and you distracted me. I have jam and toast running down my shirt and you nearly made me spill my coffee. Now, if there is nothing else, I have... things to do..." `Real smooth' I thought to myself, if there were ever a guilty plea that certainly would be it.
"Sure, sure. I believe you. And what would that `stuff' be?"
"I-I have study to get through and an assignment to start". I wasn't really sure if he'd believe that. It sounded plausible.
"If you say so. Will you meet me later?"
"Yeah, sure." We made plans to meet after lunch at a local coffee house. As soon as I ended my call with Dean, Adam's phone began to ring. How payback was going to be... delicious...
I found myself to be running late to meet up with Dean, thanks to Adam. While making my way to the campus coffee house, I tried my hardest to remove the stupid grin I had plastered across my face. I was hoping Dean would have forgotten since our phone call earlier that day about questioning me. But if I had this stupid grin still on my face, he'd be onto it in a heartbeat.
While making my way across the couple city blocks my mind returned back to the man I had left behind in my room. I still couldn't comprehend that him, and me could actually have a chance of being together. Pictures of Adam's naked torso from this morning began to fill my thoughts. Great, I thought to myself as I felt a familiar stirring in my jeans. Just what I need when I'm almost at my destination.
After delivering some payback treatment to Adam while he was on the phone to Kel, Adam and I had tried to get some study done, but failed miserably. We both just seemed to not be able to concentrate, him more so then me. He kept trying to get my attention, and each time I'd eventually give in and look at him, only to find a smirk spread across his face. I eventually gave up trying to get anything done and spent the rest of the morning snuggled up with him on the couch, sharing the occasional kiss.
Rounding the corner I spotted Dean immediately sitting at one of the outside tables. I tried my hardest to wipe the grin off my face, but it was useless. It was permanently stuck. As I sat down at the table opposite him I tried my best to act normal.
"Hey Dean" I greeted him cheerfully.
"Hey yourself."
"How's your day going since this morning? Get that assignment done?" I thought the best method would be to distract him with other conversation topics.
"Yeah almost got it done. Day has been kind of slow so far. What about yours? How's it been?"
"Yeah, nothing much to report. Days been slow also." Of course that was a complete lie, but I wasn't ready to spill the beans just yet.
"So nothing of interest has happened?"
"Nope." I said while avoiding looking at him.
"Are you sure?" Dean pressured more for me to spill.
"Yep." I replied quickly while continuing to avoid looking at him and looking around at others enjoying coffee.
Dean continued to watch me silently for a few minutes as I continued to just look anywhere but at him, but he obviously wanted to know as he soon broke the silence. "You are a terrible liar. Now spill."
"Spill what?" I played dumb.
"Ben. Look at me." I forced myself to look him, with the stupid smile still spread across my face. "Now spill what has got this smile spread across your face."
I began to think of where I should start. I knew I had to tell him why, but didn't have to tell him everything. "Well Adam and I went out for dinner last night."
"Oh! How'd that go?" Dean quickly interrupted me.
"It was good. It was relaxed and just a nice time out together."
"And what are you not telling me? Something else has obviously happened to cause that grin of yours."
"Well... when we got home we were mucking around a little..." I swear the stupid grin I had on my face got bigger as I began to think about the moment Adam kissed me the first time.
"And?"
"He kind of..." I began to blush "kissed me..." I finally got out while continuing blushing a little.
"What?!!" Dean exclaimed.
"Ssshhh. Keep it down. We don't need the whole shop in on our conversation."
"Sorry. But he kissed you?"
"He did. More than once."
"No wonder you are glowing and grinning like a fool." I blushed at his comments. "And I bet he thinks it's cute when you blush too haha."
"Shut up dude haha."
"So how'd it happen?"
I proceeded to tell to him about the events of the night before and some of what happened earlier that morning, but not everything and not in as much detail haha.
"So are you guys like together now?" Dean questioned.
"I'm not sure. We haven't spoken about that yet. It's all kind of just happened."
"Well, none the less, it's about time he's made a move on you. I'm really happy for you. It's great to see you so happy." Dean said now smiling at me.
"Thanks." We continued to chat randomly about this and that until I noticed a guy making his way along the footpath towards the coffee shop behind Dean.
The guy was cute but in my mind he had nothing on Adam. To tell the truth, I don't think any guy could compare to Adam in my mind at that point. Wondering my eyes over him, I started with his floppy brown hair with sun stained streaks framing a full, rough, boyish face. Finding his eyes, he had soft hazel eyes which sparked with an infectious mirth set in an open expanse of olive brown skin and had a soul patch peeking out from under his bottom lip. He looked to be roughly 5'11" with a solid frame, and rounded rippling muscles. Although I was watching this guy I hadn't registered that he had made his way to our table and sat down at the seat next to me.
I was snapped out of the clouds when Dean had kicked me under the table.
"Ben. This is Calix. Calix, this is Ben." Dean said introducing me to the stranger now sitting with us.
"Hi" I managed to slip out as I continued to take in the new face that was in front of me.
"Hey, so you're the Ben I have heard so much about, nice to finally meet you. And you're right Dean, he is cute." Calix said while staring at me.
"What?" I spat out as I began choking on a mouthful of coffee.
"How is it that someone as cute as you is still single?" Calix continued.
My mouth opened but nothing came out as I looked to Dean for answers as to what was currently happening, and who exactly was this guy.
"Calix. Slow down." Dean said stepping in.
"Sorry Ben didn't mean to be all up in your face." Calix apologised.
"Ben, Calix is a friend of mine. He is in a couple of my lectures" Dean began to explain.
After that things were fine. I got to know Calix a little. He hails from Heraklion, Crete. His father was a fisherman and his mother a baker, whom he helped out in the morning before school. Learnt he had a real love for the outdoors with his favourite past times being swimming, climbing cliffs and clambering mountains, which he used to do all the time back home.
Watching Dean and Calix interact it was clear that there was something between the two. There was a certain spark between them. I'm sure time would soon tell if that eventuates further. Soon it was just Dean and I again as Calix had to go off and meet someone else.
"So, what's the go with you and Calix?" I questioned Dean immediately.
"Huh?" Dean said since he had been watching Calix walk off.
"You and Calix. What's the go?"
"Nothing. We are just friends."
"But you like him don't you?"
"I won't lie. I do. Do you think there is something there? Or am I just imagining it?"
"No, there is definitely something there. I say go for it."
Dean seemed to think about it for a bit. "So, you going to go home and attack your boyfriend now?" he said with an evil and teasing grin.
"He's not my boyfriend," I said chucking a scrunched up napkin at him. "And no, I'm actually heading to the gym from here.
"Ah huh, he will be soon enough. And are we buffing up to impress him are we?" He said with a wink.
"No..."
"You so are."
"Shut up will you." I said trying to be serious, but Dean just laughed at me. "I honestly don't know what we are at the moment though."
"Well talk to him and find out."
"Yeah. I know. Just got to figure out how to bring it up."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Just start with a tongue down his throat."
I just shook my head at him while stifling a laugh.
"So, are we going to plan for our next night at the club soon?" Dean asked changing the subject.
"Yeah for sure. You want to come over later?"
"I won't be interrupting the two of you?" Dean said grinning.
"Come off it" I said laughing. "No, you won't."
"Sure, I'll come by say about 6?"
"Sounds good."
After leaving Dean at the café I went to the Gym to get in a work out before heading back home. I needed the time to collect my thoughts about what has happened, and figure out how I'm going to talk to Adam about it and find out what everything means. I really do like him, and I'm finding it hard to keep him out, it seems he is slowing getting in; my guard is slowly lowering to him. And I just really don't want to screw anything up with him. And after the events of last night and this morning it is clear that he has some attraction to me. I'm just not sure if it's the same attraction that I have to him. Is there something deeper there or is he just after a bit of a good time and a bit of release? I'm really hoping for the former.
After finishing with the weights I decided to warm down with a light run on the treadmill. As I began my run I thought my thoughts would again be of Adam but instead they headed in the direction of the fact I had run into Toby. I was uneasy about the fact it appeared he lived around here and the fact I had run into him. Although I wanted nothing to do with him I was curious as to what he wanted, even after all the pain he caused all those years ago. I never have forgiven him for what he did. I just didn't know if I could bring myself to talk with him and find out.
As my mind wandered back through old memories I had lost track of time. As I returned to the present and stepped off the treadmill I realised I was drenched from head to toe in sweat, my shirt was dripping with it, and my legs were like jelly. It was 5 already so I had to get home and showered before Dean was due to show up. That and I still had to figure out how and when to have the talk with Adam.
It wasn't until I had put the key into the door that I noticed just how much I needed to have a shower, the aroma of dried sweat filled my nose and following me around. I was hoping that Adam had found something better to do than wait for me at home, and given that the day outside was almost perfect the chances were high. There was no one in evidence so I headed straight for the bathroom and started running a shower, and then quickly dashed to the laundry to put on a load of washing. Just as I was starting the program, one of the pipes squeaked softly; someone had turned off my shower, it was the only set of pipes that squeaked softly in the laundry. Pressing the button on the washing machine I cautiously backtracked to the bathroom, moderately puzzled as to who had turned off the shower. It simply wasn't that big a place; there wasn't anywhere to hide.
Pulling the shower curtain back with a violent yank, I frowned as I found no one behind it. Increasingly puzzled and now considerably worried, I turned around and received the biggest shock of my week thus far. Sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of the tightest jeans I had ever seen, with his knees spread apart and a finger on his lips was Adam. `Cheeky. Bastard'. Even though he had frightened me enough to add another layer of sweat to my increasingly large collection, there was something about the way he was looking at me that just made me feel as though he had a plan, and I was not getting a say in the matter.
"Don't say a word." The finger slipped from Adams lips as he gave me the softly spoken command. "Nod or shake your head. You've been at the gym?" Without even thinking about it, and more than mindful of the growing tent in my thin gym shorts, I let my head nod precisely once. "Good boy..." Clearly Adam had thought this out if the shit-eating grin on his face was anything to judge by and the twinkle in his eyes told me he KNEW that it was working. My shaft barely being held down by the flimsy combination of worn gym undies and gym shorts. "Get on your knees and come here..." Pointing at the floor between his knees, the lusty look in his eyes did more to make my legs fold than the command; Adam had clearly found something in him that had given him a healthy dose of confidence that I was in no way going to spoil, especially when it was proving to be so much fun.
Trying not to look too ridiculous as I shuffled towards him, my now painful shaft swinging in front of me, I sat back on my heels and waited for his next command. "Do you want this?" With an almost sultry blush (clearly he still had some self-consciousness about what he was doing) he ran a hand down his chest and to his groin, grasping his own well-stiffened rod and giving it a healthy squeeze. Once again, his actual question had little bearing on my nodding. We both knew what I wanted, and we both knew he was purposefully screwing with me. "You can have it if... You can take these off. With your teeth." My eyes widened as I realised what he was referring to, more so as I tried to think how I would undo a button up fly with just my teeth.
Putting on a slightly bored expression and leaning back on his elbows Adam almost made me swallow my tongue with just the nonchalance of his next words. "I'm not wearing any underpants you know..." That did it! I was having no more of this! I dove in to his groin, and began attacking that fly with everything I had. I was going to get these jeans off him, even if I had to eat them. Then I would lift those legs up and roll him onto his back. I'd jump onto him and pay him back for teasing me so easily. I'd make him see stars and deny him satisfaction. I'd explore every inch of him with my tongue before- answering the door? Pausing for a moment, I look up at Adam and I can only imagine that the confusion on his face is a match for mine.
Glancing over his shoulder at the clock I realised that it was already that time which Dean and the others were going to come over. `Fuck it' I thought to myself. Why couldn't they've be running late?! They are going to delay and interrupt us once again. I contemplated ignoring the door and continuing my assault on his pant fly. I was still only inches away from his aching groin and his faint aroma and radiating body heat was intoxicating.
The knocking persisted and I knew they wouldn't leave. Looking up into Adam's disappointed eyes I could see a hint of confusion as to who it could be. I explained that I had said Dean and the crew could come by to plan the next night at the club, and clearly they have never heard of fashionably late. Knowing I still smelt like sweat I really needed to have a shower still. As if reading my mind Adam said for me to go shower, but make it quick, and he would answer the door and let everyone in.
Pulling myself up, I brushed a hand over his still aching groin and planted my lips on his, running my tongue across his lips causing him to shudder and he let a small groan escape his lips. Moving next to his ear I whispered a "Thanks" and motioned towards his groin saying that he might want to cover it up. As I made my way towards the bathroom a pillow flew past my head, grazing the edge of my ear as it went. "You'll pay for that" I called out as I continued to make my way out of the room.
Jumping in the shower I began to lather up quickly since I knew everyone would be waiting for me and if I took too long then they would know what I was up to, especially Adam. I came to the conclusion that my issue wouldn't go away on its own. Leaning with my back up against one of the shower walls I let my hands roam down my body until they reached my throbbing member. Images of him sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread apart, him running his hand down his torso, grabbing a hold of his own swollen package, all of these began running through my mind. It didn't take long before my knees began to buckle as stream after stream of relief splashed over the wall and the floor of the shower.
Quickly cleaning up I shut off the shower and made my way in to the bedroom, towel wrapped around my waist. It was becoming clear that my problem wasn't going to go away so easily. As I entered the bedroom I found that there were some clothes laid out on the bed. On closer inspection I realised that they weren't my clothes. They were actually Adam's and a pair of tight jeans at that. `Cheeky. Bastard' I thought to myself. The tight jeans were just not going to work with the problem I was still sporting. I made my way over to my closet to look for some... less revealing jeans, and while I was searching I looked out in to the lounge, only to find Adam looking in at me. Shaking his head he motioned towards the clothes on the bed. Shaking my head in response, he gave me a nod and then a look that said you will do as I say, and who was I to disappoint him today?
As I stood looking down at Adam's clothes I began to become completely hard again at the thought of wearing his clothes. It was going to be so obvious through these jeans. I guess it was Adam's form of payback for him having to answer the door. I reluctantly made my way out to the living area and made a beeline straight for the kitchen so I could hide behind the kitchen bench until my problem had hopefully gone away a bit. As I stood there talking to Dean, Adam stood over the other side of the room talking with Kel but had a devious smirk spread across his face every time he looked over my way. I was fairly certain that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
The night seemed to go on a lot longer than I expected it to. It was close to midnight by the time everyone had left the apartment. We had finished planning for the next music night within the first hour but everyone decided to stick around and just chill. Much to my displeasure, as I really wanted to be alone with Adam again.
Adam had excused himself more than an hour ago and I wasn't entirely sure where he had gotten to. Making my way in to my room to get ready for bed I was slightly shocked to find Adam was in there. He was curled up under the covers in my bed fast asleep. Well so much for continuing where we were interrupted all those hours ago I thought to myself.
Sliding in under the covers I laid on the opposite side of the bed not knowing whether I should snuggle up next to him or not. I didn't know whether he would want that or not. As I lay still wondering what I should do Adam stirred and rolled over so he was now facing me and slightly opened his eyes. Reaching an arm out, he draped it over my chest and began tugging me towards him. Resisting at first, he whispered a "Come here", which caused me to be allowed to be pulled in to the centre of the bed with him. Snuggled up next to him he locked his arms and legs around me so I couldn't get away. As he whispered a "That's better" in to my ear I allowed myself to slowly drift off to sleep wondering what the next day would bring.
Thanks for reading the ninth chapter of my story. A big thank you has to go Alan (a good mate of mine) who has helped me with this chapter. Without his help this chapter wouldn't have been as good, nor probably have been completed. He is a fantastic writer and I have appreciated all the help I have received from him thus far. Alan has helped with writing the sexier scenes in this chapter, as well as just being there for me to bounce ideas off occasionally. If you wish to provide some feedback on his work please feel free to send your comments through, he'd love to hear what you thought.
I'd also like to thank Ryan who edited this chapter for me. It took me the most part of a year to get this chapter together and it took him less than a day to edit it for me. Thank you heaps.
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