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SuPReME CouRTsHiP 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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With a flick of a button, one of the bay doors of Tim's 3-car garage was opening, his vehicle still a few yards away.
"Nifty idea!" Flint says, seeing the last foot fold into the top of the door.
With a bump they enter the garage, almost in sync with a loud noise, both look toward each other, asking, "What the hell was that?"
Jacking their door handles, the two was out lickety-banana-split, running towards the rear of the truck.
"Oh shit!" Flint calls out, hands to the sides of his face, looking upon the calamity of his bike lying on the ground, a few loose pieces lying about it.
"You can say that again," Tim picks up a piece.
"Oh..." much less pronounced, Flint falling to his knees, "shit."
Squatting down, too, Tim has temporary amnesia, forgetting about cock and ass for the duration of Flint's grief. Tim didn't always put himself in the position, but with heartfelt grief, says, "Sorry there, Flint. My fault," Tim casts a thumb to the tailgate of his truck hanging down, "I should've had that tailgate looked at. Every time I go over a bump it breaks loose."
Shaking his head back and forth, Flint replies, "Well it sure did a number on my bike," he gets up, reaches over and turns it up on its tires.
"How does it look?" Tim addresses Flint, like checking the status of an old friend.
Another round of head-shaking, Tim knew the news wasn't good, Flint saying, "This is really going to set me back a few days, maybe more."
Totally contrary to Tim's the way he conducted himself, except maybe where William was concerned, he steps out of character, moving over next to Flint, placing an arm on the 39yo ex-army man's shoulder, "Honestly, I really feel bad about it man."
There wasn't much truth to what Flint was about to lay on Tim, "It was falling about when I left the base. Maybe I should think about junkin' it and getting a new set of wheels."
Perhaps it wasn't on Flint's mind, but Tim's impression is, "Um, like, what are you going to do in the mean time?"
"I've got some cash, some plastic. I'll find myself a room someplace, find a job... I'll make do until I can get back on the road," he says, turning his head to Tim, "know anybody who's hiring?"
It was no lie, Tim having a vacated studio apartment above the garage, though mainly he used it from those who partook of the dungeon scene, to recuperate when needed. "You're welcome to spend the time you need upstairs?" his thumb rises in the air.
Looking up, all Flint sees are trees!
"No," Tim laughs, turning Flint by the chin, "turnaround and look up!"
"What am I supposed to be looking at?" he smiles when Tim moves his hand out of the way.
"Those windows up there. It's not much, a small studio apartment, but it's got running water. You can bunk there?"
"Of course I'll pay you," was Flint's way of acceptance.
"Of course," Tim replies, a lilt to the way he says it.
Flint got the message, but delved beyond only thoughts, "Like how do you mean that?" his hand `accidentally' swipes Tim's crotch!
"Remember me talking about the `exercise room'?"
Indeed Tim had the man going, their conversation on the drive there, revolving around the room behind the garage. In the past, Tim would keep his conversation with a trick minimal, focusing on mainly his workout set up, usual machines found in a gym for upper or lower bod endurance, including cardio. However, seeing something different' here, he elaborated, talking up the other side' of the exercise room.
"I see," Tim replies, seeing Flint's crotch standing at full attention.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into?"
"Probably not, but I'm willing to take that chance," Flint snaps back.
His eyes on the prize, Tim scans the fleshy parts of Flint's broad pecs, hairy, muscled space between pecs and belt line, not a sixpack or anything, but solid. Thinking on Flint's words, he was taking a chance too, but as things go, maybe it was time to trust again, take another chance on a guy.
"C'mon, let's get your junk inside," he said of Flint's bike.
With different meaning, Flint replies, "No problem!"
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They both sucked like this was the last time in their lives of their lives ever involved in 69-ing a guy, both using the same technique, hands clenching each other's ass, pulling towards them when lips were at the tip of each other's cocks, backing off when their cocks were impaling the back of the mouth.
If James thought William's pits were ripe an hour ago, more so, they both reeked, sweat building faster than a 100 degree day on the beaches of Cancun!
Then the soft sounds became more vocal, sucking cock, like doing themselves, feeling the pulses of the oncoming rush. They really sang for joy, simultaneously spurting their load in each other's mouths.
William lingered a little longer than James, wanting to suck out every last drip of goo.
"Oh-h that was so fantastic," James says, rolling over onto his back, which forced William to eject.
He complains, "I still had more to suck!"
But James new he was finished, also exhausted. Because his head was on the pillow, "C'mon up here."
Sitting up, William reversed the layout, flopping down next to James.
"Man, you reek!"
"I thought you liked my reek-ness?" William replies. "Besides, you reek too, so you should talk!"
All James could do is smile, as he wove a hand around William's shoulder. In doing so, he turns himself towards the 19yo, "It's not so bad."
William agreed, even though he wasn't saying so, thinking of it, "Kind of nice."
"Nice? How you reckon, `stinky'?!"
Smiling, William says, "I dunno. Maybe it's because of what we just did, like the odor afterwards is part of the whole scenario of two guys sucking each other off?"
"I still got a sweet taste in my mouth," James says, smiling because he was meaning it as a compliment.
"It tasted good at first, especially when your cock went all the way to the back of my throat. I thought for sure I was doomed, until you loosened up. Then it flooded my mouth. It was cool."
"Oh really?" Joking around, but a means to sweeten the pot, James replies, "Lemme taste!"
William didn't move much, James closing up the gap between.
They were sweetly getting it on when the door to William's room opens.
In walks Tim, immediately reacting, "Oh fuck does this place reek!"
James was utterly surprised, William talking down Tim, "Like don't you know how to knock, asshole?"
Backing up, Tim pushing Flint right out of the doorway he never officially entered. Then, `knocking', "Uh, everyone decent?" he asks from outside the door.
James replies, "No! Go away!"
To make his request to enter enticing, Tim says, "I got a hot guy with me?!"
Turning to William, James asks, "Think we should let him slide this once?"
William says, "I wonder what he looks like?"
With conversation as such, both knew they yearned to have a peek.
"We're decent!" William yells out, even though the two never made a move to cover up.
Tim took it nonchalantly, but Flint's face right away lit up!
This is my kid-brother, William and his `boyfriend', James.
He went for a handshake, but Flint's eyes were all over the two in bed, until they stood, James leading the way, William standing after Flint was done shaking the first hand.
"I feel terrible about interrupting you two," Flint says, but not exactly his true feelings.
Risque, William asks, "When do we get to see the bottom half?"
Shirtless, Flint replies, "I saw there's a pool out back?"
"Oh right," William says, "we never made it to the pool!"
Tim butts in, "I hope you had a nice fuck?" He asks, hoping to find out who fucked who.
"Yeah, it was a beauty!" James replies. "Right, William?"
"Yeah," he kept up the charade, "just awesome!"
Mainly interested in what James packed between his legs, Flint says, "Maybe someday I'll get to go horseback riding!"
Grabbing the back of Flint's pants, Tim pulls, "Back off soldier boy!"
William says of it, "I guess we know who owns you, Flint!"
Making no attempts to follow up on flirting with James, Flint surrenders to Tim, "Yeah. I suppose we all know the answer to that question!"
"Hey, William?" James says, "Since we're already for a swim, why not start on that pool party you promised me?"
Even though it wasn't in that context, the `bed party' fun enough at the time, William accepts, "Race ya!"
With James chasing after William, Flint asks, "Are we invited to the party?"
Running out the back door, William first, James right on his tail, sideswipe Saul, Aaron at his back.
"Hey!" the cop calls out, like he's calling out to a perpetrator on the beat.
"Who cares!" Aaron replies, "Just get the keys from Tim and let's get on with it?"
Next to surf out of the backdoor, it wasn't Tim, Saul gasping, "Dayam!" His eyes scanning Flint, faster than a bunch of bananas at a supermarket, "Where the hell did he come from?"
Knowing they were going to do some dungeon play, off duty, Saul leaving his patrol car, he took the liberty of stripping off his shirt.
It left him wide open for Flint to growl, "Grr-r-r-r!"
"Yum!" Saul says, watching Flint's ass hustle off to the pool, disappearing in a cannonball.
"Who's your new friend?" Saul asks Tim.
Tim laughs, saying, "Who's my new friend?"
"Yeah," Saul gazes to the pool and back, "damn hot!"
"You asshole!" Aaron dares say, looking to Tim.
Saul, looking back and forth at the two, wonders, "What?"
"What?" Aaron, like he's instantly transformed from the submissive bottom boy into a heman of a master, "He's the dude you had your fat dick sunk into back at the picnic grove, you dildo!"
Rather than having the two of them think his mind is totally vague, Saul replies, "Oh yeah. I thought his ass looked familiar!"
Because they hadn't sunk back into their roles as dominant-submissive, Aaron's hand strikes the back of Saul's head, condemning, "You stoopid fool!"
Tim loved it. He knew Aaron loved the attention, when in a dungeon environment or even an ordinary room, a dominant man ruling over him, but at times he just wondered. Like now, Aaron taking the upper hand over a man, "You tell'm Aaron!" Then slipping between the two, "You know where the dungeon keys are. I'm after my new boyfriend!"
"Boyfriend?" Aaron questions, suddenly breaking out the dominant mold.
Fickled, after seeing Flint in the light, Saul says, "I think I'm ready for a dip," unbuckling his belt.
"Dip?" Aaron calls out, watching Saul make his way to the pool gate. "What about me?"
Strangely, something more exciting comes along, Saul turning back to answer Aaron, is startled by another beauty.
Walking up to Aaron, there's Stu Barker, a sight to behold, his bear bod stuffed into a speedo, a black tire inner tube around his waist, exclaiming, "Tim around?"
Saul knew Stu, had stopped in during the early morning breakfast hours at the Barker House Restaurant. Only at that time of the morning Stu hadn't arrived, the morning crew serving up breakfast. Only twice had Stu pinched hit for one of the morning crew. One of those times, Saul had met the house chef, manager and owner.
At the time, Stu was dressed in his chef outfit. Now, he looked `stunning', "Stu Barker, isn't it?"
Aaron could see the writing on the wall, rather his loss and Saul's gain. After all, what chance did a 21yo college guy have against a bear-type', an almost replica of Saul Wolkman, shaved head, beard, nice hairy pecs, stomach' and the rest which made up the appearance of a wildman from the woods? "Excuse me," he says, "I think I'll cool off in the pool!" Cool off is right, Aaron a little peeved at the hot scene building, only for it to end so abruptly.
"I think your friend is a little ticked off?" Stu called it.
A hand grabbing the front of the black tube, Saul reels Stu in towards him, till he's within reach, "Why didn't you tell me you were this `hot', gay man?"
"Um," Stu is happy to meet Saul, their bods butting up against each other, the tube pulled up on purpose, just so their crotches can slam together, "guys don't usually make it point of going around and saying so, you know?"
Knowing nothing of Stu, but his association with Tim, Saul asks, "Other than a swim in the pool, what's your business with our mutual friend?"
"Mutual friend?" Stu replies, a revelation to him too, upon meeting Saul that first time, not getting the gist of his gay trait.
"Tim?" Saul tells him.
"Oh, Tim," the spell seems to break. Stu really had a wanting to caress those beard-encrusted lips with his own, but now, "we have like interests." Rather than feel pressed to talk about their `weird' interest, Stu asks, "You're a cop, aren't you?"
Sliding a hand down his own hairy bod, Saul replies, "Hard to tell when I'm out of uniform, huh?" he makes a forced giggle.
Smiling, Stu replies, "Much better without!" Wanting to pursue the lust he's feeling right now, "Kind of like one of the delectable treats one of my chef's likes to conjure up?"
Cutting through the BS, Saul replies, "I generally like my pecs catered to, before a guy falls to his knees?"
Perhaps a statement made, Stu allows the tube to fall out of his grasps, right down to his ankles, "Oops!"
"Yeah, you get the message!" Saul replies, laughing.
"I'd really like to oblige!"
Taking a chance, Saul, rather than wanting a blowjob and more at the back door, says, "I was just on my way garage, upstairs. You know Tim's got a small apartment there?"
Signifying he's been there before, Stu replies, "I know." To show his willingness, "I'm really anxious to get on these pecs?"
"Oooh!" Saul's lips round into an `o', Stu's fingers and thumbs causing havoc with Saul's eraser nips.
"Like it do ya?" Stu's hands retreat.
Sexually speaking, Saul replies, "Damn teaser, that's what you are!"
With his mind in a mixed reaction, Stu says, "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Get even?" Saul tells him, his hands moving to Stu's hairy pecs. Barely able to make out the pink nips under the carpeting, he snags them up!
First Saul's attention was on finding Stu's nubs, but then switched to his face when Stu renders, "I can take it a lot harder and `harder is better'!" he smiles.
"Hmm," Saul begins to get an idea to the deeper meaning of friendship between Stu and Tim.
"Oh yeah!" Stu replies, when more pressure is applied. Then, with eyes squinting closed, "Mash'em good!"
Good indeed, Saul applying the screws, rather unleashing them, if he was using some real humdinger's of a clamp, fingernails delivering a mighty sting.
Yet, for Stu, it was heaven, him staring up with closed eyes, howling with the pleasure and pain mix, "Oooh fuckin' yeah!"
Then it stopped, Saul saying, "I guess this makes us even!"
Whatever it was, Stu lost total interest in swimming, "Hey, y'know, Tim has a full gym in the back of the garage?"
A message, like a code, Saul picks up on it, "You feel like working out?"
"I could be up for a `heavy' workout? You?"
"I'm a good spotter!" Saul smiles.
Meanwhile, walking through the gate to the pool, Aaron is feeling quite down.
`Not' feeling it, what was supposed to have transpired between him and Saul, pressure and more put upon his balls, from a distance, Tim could pretty much sum up what was on Aaron's mind.
Tim, one arm hanging on the side of the odd-shaped pool, the other over Flint's shoulder, rests his case, "Poor Aaron."
"Aaron?" Flint searches the perimeter of the pool, skipping over James and William making out.
While his stomach was faced down on the picnic table, back at the leisurely grotto, during his first fuck, Saul abruptly pulling out to make way for Tim, he caught a slight remembrance of what Aaron looked like. Then, reconnecting from earlier in the day, "Oh yeah, Aaron. What about him?"
"Once in a while I'm wrong, but I sure could sweat the two were going to hit it off," Tim replies.
Underwater, sliding a hand over Tim's thigh, being cheeky, Flint replies, "Oh y'mean like you and me!"
Usual, Tim wasn't in the mood, catching Flint's hand before he `touched', "I feel responsible."
Thinking this could lead to something intimate, thinking it failure, Flint lightens up to Tim's predicament, "How so?"
What was Tim's problem, became his concern and as Aaron reached the side of the pool where Tim and Flint sequestered away, before Time even approached with question, he says, "That damn Stu!"
"Stu?" Tim asks. "What about Stu?"
"He shows up and right away, like that," Aaron snaps a finger, "that asshole Saul gets carried away with him and..."
"Saul?" Tim gets stressed over what he's done, "I should go," he places his hands on the side of the pool and hikes himself up, "and show him his place!"
It didn't go without notice from Flint and Aaron, the water rushing away from Tim's pubes.
Distracting Aaron for a second, he refocuses, "No, never mind. I can understand if a guy almost my age and with as hot a bod as Stu, plus," he stutters, "you know Stu is like `no limits' and you know how a top like Saul likes a guy like that?"
Flint butts into their conversation, "Don't we all wish we could be!" he grins.
Tim is ready to say something, Aaron slipping his butt down over the edge of the pool, sliding under the water and up to his pecs, "Exactly what are you into Flint, besides getting your ass reamed?"
Sitting there above the two, Tim asks, "Uh, Aaron?"
"What?" Aaron looks up.
"What about Saul? You want me to go kick his ass or what?" Tim replies.
Taking the upper hand, Flint places a hand on Tim's thigh, gives it a little rub and tries calming him, "Why don't you just slide right in here and cool off, sweetheart?"
It didn't phase Tim much. For all of 15 minutes in the pool, they've talked, not bdsm likes, wills and wants, but other things which makes up a happy couple.
However, Aaron had plenty to say, his mind summing it up in one word, "Sweetheart?" Then another few, "You going soft, Tim?"
Half joking a little wishful thinking thrown in, "Nah. Not too soft. Later on I'm going to take Flint over to the dungeon and work him over!"
Flint smiles, responding as he clasps Tim in his arms, a bear hug from behind, hands feeling up Tim's pecs, "Doesn't Tim say the sweetest things?"
"I suppose," Tim cracks half of a smile, viewing Tim in a way he's not seen before.
For Aaron, things began changing here. Over and over, just when he thinks things are going good for him, somebody or something gets in the way. Though, he's always known Tim to be a friend and would always be beholden to him for showing him the way into exploring his weirdest and wildest fantasies. For today, nothing was going to materialize, so instead of ruining Tim's developing relationship with Flint, he swam away!
Doing laps back and forth in the pool, he passes by James and William, then Tim and Flint on the rebound. His balls aching for some punishment, when he nears the shallow end, he stands, walk right up the graduated stairway and grabs a towel. On his mind, if Saul can't give him his full attention, maybe he could tie his balls off to a beam and at he could `think' he was being assaulted by the hot dominant man.
However, again the pool scene is interrupted by a raving mad lunatic, focusing his attention on, "Hey Tim, what the fuck you think?"
"What do I think of what, Sasha?" Tim strays from the sweet time he's having with Flint in the pool, yelling across the pool at the Russian, advancing in his direction.
"You! You set me up with this wimp, Stanley?" Sasha replies, racing right past Aaron, all bundles up with a white towel over his shoulders.
"What's wrong with Stan? He said..."
"He says... what the boy says, the boy is not... maybe wannabe, but he takes no pain," Sasha replies in his Russian accent. With final words, "I no trust you no more. I make demand to have my money back!"
Tim got bombarded by not only Flint, but Aaron jumping up off his chair, his towel falling back over his shoulders, "You `charge'... like rent guys out?"
Tim hadn't shared this with anyone in the world. Being put on the spot, he confesses, "Uh, yeah."
Aaron, was only alittle bent out of shape by the very idea, but thought if Tim was into doing that, that was his business. Right now, his eyes feasting upon this hot, hairy muscle dude, stacked up from bottom to top in leather boots, chaps, harness and cap on his head, his balls got to churning and nothing could keep him from asking, "Like, how much would you charge to do me?"
From demon eyes staring like darts at Tim, Sasha shifts his head around on his neck. He was only 3 inches taller, but looking at Aaron, Sasha unknowingly licked his lips, taking on the view of those big pecs, probably made larger than life by hair reaching far and wide above Aaron's pecs, the stripe coursing down, cutting the chiseled abs in half, dipping lower, after the deep bellyhole...
Catching where Sasha's eyes are headed, Aaron offers, "I like a lot of heavy ball torture," it came across as a mix of statement and question.
"Do you now?" Sasha lightened up a bit and without regard reaches down and takes both of Aaron's globes in one hand. Then, expressing his feelings, "I like a boy who can take `heavy ball torture'!"
Aaron winced, but instead of a response where it was overly painful, he sighs, "Oh-h-h-h-yeah that's fuckin' hot!"
Sasha smiles, at first thinking how hot this `is', but letting go is more amused by Aaron's disappointment, "I can see. What else are you into, boy?"
Tim clues, "Un, Aaron, Sasha can be brutal?"
Thinking on it, what Aaron has learned from Tim about all this bdsm stuff, frankly admits, "I don't know how brutal I can take it, Sasha," he skips the drama, "but I'm willing to see how far you can take me?"
"Hmm," Sasha tips his hat back, folds arms across his muscled pecs, "would make up for all that dough I laid out for the wimp," he crocks his head to the side, stares with daggered eyes at Tim, "`Stanley'!"
Tim had feelings for Aaron. Not like William, who was like more than a brother, or his affectionate feeling for Flint, currently under development, "I'll give you your 200 bucks back Sasha."
It was a disappointment for Aaron. Sure, maybe he was going on the looks', older dude, muscled like himself, reddish-brown beard along Sasha's chops, incredible good looking, scant amount of bod hair, the bulge, which with the taut leather covering, had to be a strong' erection. The whole image, plus with the shortage of dominant top guys these days, he blurts out, "And you can keep your $200!"
"I can, can I?" Sasha confronts Aaron, position changed from relaxed to alert, hands on his torso. More out of funnin' and not carrying on any roles, Sasha says, "You tryin' to tell me what to do, boy?"
Hastily Aaron replies, "Uh, no, no, no, no, no, of course not, Sasha!"
Tim and Flint, viewing the `drama' before them, let it play out. Turning his own life around thus far, Tim, sinking back into Flint's arms, asks, "What do you make of it?"
He couldn't see the reaction on Flint's face, because Tim's whole conscious self was paying close attention to the interaction between Sasha and Aaron, Flint telling him, like whispering a secret into an ear, "I don't think Sasha is the big, tough guy he pretends to be!"
Having been there-done that, Tim thinking over the times he could have been' a tough-guy figure for William, seeing something more than some pain and pleasure play, draws off the times the two brothers' have had together, "Well fuck me! I never thought of Sasha as having a heart!"
It's field day for Flint, pushing his lower bod up against Tim, replying, "Uh, like how do you mean that?"
Turning his head back on the axis of his neck, as far as it would go, Tim says, "Maybe I'm not the tough guy I think I am?"
Ignoring Tim and Flint, focusing on the here and now, Sasha steps forward. Strange thing is, other than looking at a guy to work over for his own pleasure and amusement, sometimes with friends for group action, he steps over to Aaron, analyzing this like a play by play minute, "Hmm," moving the back of his hand down Aaron's chest, to his taut abs, pressing in, like sending a message, "Might be fun breaking you in boy!"
"Uh?" Tim went to voice opinion again.
Silent, Flint tears Tim's attention away, "Looks like a couple of happy lovebirds!" he rekindles his affection, grabbing Tim around the middle.
"Yeah, right," Tim says sarcastically. Then, thinking about the other' set of lovebirds', "Hey, where's William?"
Smiling, looking where James and William were moments ago, kissing, Flint says, "Probably wherever James is?" he nibbles on Tim's ear.
When his attention is drawn back to Aaron, it's too late for words, the two making passionate love.
Shaking his head, Flint asks Tim, "What?"
"Guys. If anyone would ever ask me, I'd have to tell them Sasha didn't have a kind bone in his bod!"
Reaching around Tim, Flint says, "Hmm, looks like I'll have to do something about `this bone'!"
Back in the cabana, both William and James had risen to the occasion, after all the foreplay in the pool. Neither seemed to want to take control over the other in mentioning anything about `fucking'. William finally comes up with the idea, "Why don't we flip?"
"Flip?" James repeats with inquisitiveness.
"A coin. Tails, you get my tail. Heads, I get your head. Wait a minute!" William thinks on it a second. "That didn't come out right!"
"Or perhaps a Freudian slip?"
"I didn't think so," William replies. "Why? Do you want to fuck me?"
"I want what we both want," James says. "Do you want to get fucked?"
"Not sure. I kind of liked what we did upstairs in my room. You?"
"There's no rule book that says," James points to one hand with a finger and like reading the `rule book' off the palm of his hand, follows each sentence, "during man to man to sex, one of the men has to fuck, the one has to take it."
William laughs.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing, James. It's how you said it, like you're reading some guy his rights."
"I don't read guys their rights. Cops do that."
"What about in court then, when a guy has to hold up his right hand and put the other on a Bible?"
"The bailiff handles that. All I do is help my client prove he is innocent."
"You know what?"
Ready for another `court' question, James asks, "What?"
"I'm a little soft," William replies.
"Oh, so you're hinting you really did want to fuck me and now... too soft to `press the issue'?!"
"No. Not at all. All I'm saying is I'm `soft'."
In case of what was transpiring at this moment, two men in the cabana, feeling randy enough to get it on, a full size bed, with a moderately comfy mattress and four bed posts, linens attached, was at their disposal. Lying side by side, James says, "I feel totally responsible."
"Huh?" William's face show question, `why'?
James didn't allow the 19yo to speculate, moving closer, but sliding down towards the foot of the bed.
"What are you doing?" William asks.
"Making you `unsoft'?"
William says, "You are, are you?"
Like in his bedroom, he wants some of the action too and like silently understanding, William flips himself around so his feet are up near the pillows.
Soon both are engaged in 69-ing each other, clutching mounds of ass in order to press cocks to their throats.
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
`SuPReME CouRTsHiP', may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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