Incest/Taboo The Welsh Man

"Well, it's not every day your father sees two beautiful women standing in front of him," Ashely said warmly, straightening out Mollie's shirt, glancing up her eyes lustered at the fact she could render her brother speechless. "Isn't that right, Mitchell?" Her words dripped with sin, her lips curved into a sensuous smile as her brother's eyes ran up and down her body.

"Well Daddy? Don't I look pretty?" Mollie asked, sticking up her nose, placing her left hand on her hip.

"Of course, baby," Mitchell said, finally coming out of his stupor. "You were beautiful the day you were born and that hasn't faded," he said, walking over to them taking Mollie into his arms. Her little arms wrapping around his neck, his hand rubbing her back as they shared a loving embrace. "Thank you," Mitchell mouthed as he gazed at his sister. He had feared his daughter was closing herself off due to her mother's behavior. He could deal with Judy's behavior, yet when it came to Mollie's welfare nothing was taken for granted.

"You're welcome," Ashely said, stepping up to him. Her hand ran down his right arm. Her cheeks blushed as Mollies left arm reached out wrapping around her neck, pulling her and her brother closer together. Her eyes quivered as their foreheads touch; her heart fluttered nervously in her chest as she stared into her brother's eyes. She never thought Mollie would be the one that brought the three of them together and be so accepting of her. Her skin heated as Mollie placed a kiss on her right cheek.

"Well, isn't that a pretty sight," Donald said, walking through the door.

"Grandpa!" Mollie squealed in joy.

"Hello pumpkin," Donald said, taking Mollie into his arms hugging her gently.

"Donald?! I thought you weren't supposed to be home till seven?" Sandra asked, as she walked out of the kitchen. Feeling her wet peach rubbing against her panties after hastily pulling them up when Ashely called out her brother's name. How she held her son's head against her sex as she made him taste the pussy he ran out on.

"Sorry love, have to pull a double tonight, came home for a quick bite, and to see this cutie," Donald said, planting kisses on Mollie's cheek.

"That tickles," Mollie giggled as Donald's whiskers brushed along her cheek.

"Well, come on, let's pack you some dinner. Mollie want to come help?" Sandra asked, smiling at her granddaughter.

"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded vehemently.

"See, doesn't this show you that you belong here with us, with me," Ashely whispered as she gazed longingly into her brother's eyes.

"Is this really the life you want Ashely? It may seem fine now for Mollie, but she is going to grow up, and she might not see it the same way," Mitchell said, thinking about the future of his daughter. It didn't matter what he wanted; all that mattered was his daughter's happiness and wellbeing.

"Mollie is a smart girl. She knows I am her aunt, and that I'm in love with you," Ashely said, stepping closer to her brother so he couldn't look away. "She knows I only want the best for her and you," her lips only inches away from his, "so tell me brother why are you fighting this, when Mollie isn't? Is it because of what your ex-wife did to you? Can you not trust me? To never break this?" she asked, placing her hand over his heart. "You know me well enough to know I would never harm you."

"But is this all worth uprooting Mollie from the only home she knows, to a land that is foreign to her?" Mitchell asked, resting his left hand over hers that rested over his heart. "Is there something more here than just sex between us?"

"Oh Mitchell," Ashely sighed, her fingers dancing down his right cheek, her lip trembling as she saw the pain in his eyes. "Of course, there is, I know this is new for you; but I am the woman that you need. I'm the only woman in the world that knows the real you," her hand lightly patting his heart, "and you know this, you're just letting your mind lead you astray. I am your sister, and I am not going to leave you, ever! You best get that through your head, brother, because I am not leaving. Not now, not after I got to finally feel this," Ashely purred rubbing Mitchell's groin. "Now you know Mollie likes it here, you know we are good for her. You know we can help guide her. Tell me Mitchell, why are you fighting this so hard?"

Mitchell honestly didn't have an answer for his sister. True it had only been a day, yet in that day he had seen his daughter crawl out of the shell her mother put her in with Judy's constantly berating her. However, was it all worth it? Was it worth the headache of moving overseas? To come back to a town he had left long ago. This too, he couldn't rightly answer. Although, he hadn't felt this good for a very long time. Was this feeling temporary or was this how it was supposed to feel when someone truly loved you? How Mitchell wished he knew the answers to the questions that were plaguing his mind. Yet as he stared into his sister's eyes, he didn't see the lies he always saw in Judy's. Could they truly live the way Ashely was asking for? The sound of his daughter's laughter filled the house making his mind even more confused.

"Just give me the chance to prove to you that I am the woman the two of you need," Ashely said sternly. She wasn't about to be cut out of his life any longer. She wasn't about to miss out on the life she knew they could have together, nor was she going to miss out on the fond memories they would have together. The joys of watching Mollie grow, the late nights she and Mollie would have discussing girl things as Mollie grew into a woman. "You will at least give me that, won't you?"

"What harm could come from this?" Mitchell asked himself, as his sister waited for his answer. He knew that look in her eye, he had seen it all his life, so he knew she wasn't going to be talked out of this. "Is this really what you want?" Mitchell asked, feeling Ashely's breasts pressing against his chest as she vehemently nodded.

"No matter what you say brother, you aren't going to shake my resolve," Ashely said, kissing her brother passionately not giving his brain time to over think what she was offering him.

One week later...

Pembroke Castle. Idyllically set on the banks of the river estuary, the ancient seat of Henry Tudor, the majority of the fortress was still intact after seeing a thousand years of history. Mollie held onto her father's hand as they walked across the grounds of the historic site. Looking to her left and up as Ashely held onto her other hand. Smiling warmly up at her as her grandparents walked in front of her carrying a large picnic basket.

"Huzzah!" Mollie's eyes went wide and held a bright glee within them as reenactors marched around the castle grounds bringing joy and delight to the visitors. Squealing when her eyes fell on the rental costume tent sitting against the western wall.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Mollie jumped up and down in excitement as she saw a girl a few years older than she was walking out dressed as a princess. "I want to be a princess! Can I please?!" Mollie pleaded as she stared up at her father with the enthusiastic eyes as her tiny legs pumped up and down.

"After lunch," Mitchell said, smiling down at his daughter. Over the week he had seen how Mollie and Ashely grew closer to one another. Watching how she took to the role as Mollie's mother, when Judy never bothered to. On the fourth day Mollie had caught them cofleidio (cuddling), on the couch as a movie played on the TV. Mollie didn't bat an eye as she skipped over, crawled onto the couch and into Ashley's lap taking hold of both of their hands bringing them around her and placing Ashley's over his. Casting him a warm smile as she did as Ashley's thumb brushed along the back of his hand. Ashley rested her head on his right shoulder, releasing a soft sigh, as she held Mollie close to her.

"And your sister wants you to fuck her on the ramparts," Ashley whispered into his ear as Mollie left their side as their parents spread out the blanket. It was the reason she had worn a skirt today; she didn't need anyone else to know that her brother was plowing her pussy on top of the castle. Flashing Mitchell, a smirk as she moved off to help set up their picnic.

Laughter was carried on the air as their lunch drew on as Mitchell watched his daughter enjoying the history lesson as Mollie nibbled on her sandwich. Noting how she nodded along as the reenactors played out scenes along the castle grounds. Watching how her eyes lit up as the entertainers danced to and fro as they juggled balls, lit torches, and very sharp knives.

"Huna blentyn, ar fy mynwes." Mitchell glanced over to his father has he began to sing Suo Gan. "Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon. Breichiau mam syn dyn am danat." His mother soon joined in bringing Mollie into her lap as she sang along. "Cariad mam sy dan fry mron." Ashley's smooth, angelic voice soon joined their own, wrapping her arms around him as she leaned against his back. "Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun. Ni wna undyn thi gam; Huna'n dawel annwyl blentyn, Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam." Mitchell softly sang his native tongue returning with each syllable.

"Huna'n dawel heno huna, Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun; Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu, Gwanu'n dirion yn dy hun?" Ashley sang her fingers brushing lightly along his cheek as they slowly rocked. "Ai angylion fry sn gwenu Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon, Tithau'n gwenu'n dan huno, Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?" His mother's hand reached over, slipping into his giving it a loving squeeze as Mollie stared at them in awe.

"What was that?!" Mollie asked, curious.

"It's simply called 'lull, hum, or lullaby' in English, but we call it Suo Gan my little cariad," Mitchell said sweetly, as he looked at his daughter.

"Will you teach me Daddy?" Mollie asked, crawling over to him. Her little hands pressed down on his left leg as she looked up at her father.

"You want to learn welsh?!" Mitchell asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded her head. "I want to speak to Grandpa, Grandma, and Mommy like you do," she said, with all the sternness a five-year-old could muster.

For the past two days Mollie had dropped off the 'new' when she called Ashley 'Mommy'. One of the many things Mitchell had noticed over the past few days. When Mollie ran to his sister instead of him when she fell off the swing in his parents' backyard, it hurt, yet as he watched his sister consoling his daughter something just felt right to him. Something that told him that was how a mother was supposed to act. Ashley must have seen the look he was giving her as she took his mud splattered daughter into her arms, because ever since then Ashley had been more like a wife to him than a sister. Which to his turbulent mind was twisting him all around.

"Well, when your dad brings you home for good, we'll work on it, okay?" Ashely said, smiling down at Mollie as her chin rested on Mitchell's shoulder. "However, practice this: Rwy'n dy garu di."

"What does that mean?!" Mollie asked, quite confused.

"It means," turning her chin to look at her brother seeing his blushing cheeks, "'I love you' in welsh," Ashley said, her lips curved into a taunting smile before placing a long, lingering kiss on Mitchell's cheek. "Now if you add: Mam to Rwy ' n dy garu di. You'll say mother I love you," she said, reaching out gently brushing the back of her fingers along Mollie's right cheek. "But if you put: Tad in front of Rwy ' n dy garu di. You'd say father I love you." Watching how Mollie listen so intently to the words.

"Well, let's pack up and take the tour!" Donald announced clapping his hands. Bending down whispering into Mollie's ear when she pronounced them wrong.

"Now who wants to be a princess?!" Ashley asked, placing her hands on her hips, trying not to break out into a smile as Mollie jumped up and down, her arm raised as Mitchell closed the trunk of their family car. "Well then, let's go get you all prettied up!" she said, holding out her hands to Mollie, who filled them in an instant. "We'll be back, don't you go starting the tour without us, Gŵr (husband)," Ashley said, her voice carried the hints of her lust as her tongue curled out touching her cupids bow.

"Well, I haven't seen her so happy in such a long time," Donald said, placing a hand on his son's left shoulder as he stood beside Mitchell.

"I know, it's so good to see her wearing that smile," Sandra stated as she stood on Mitchell's right. "Are you willing to destroy their smiles?" she asked, glancing at her son.

"I know a move this big is frightening son, but you have your family to lean on," Donald said, rubbing Mitchell's back. "We only want what is best for you and little Mollie. Can you say the same about that woman?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Plus, if you don't, we'll just come and visit until you do," Donald said, with a sneaky smile.

"Mmmhmm," Sandra nodded. "Is Maryland nice this time of year?" she asked, casting her son a coy smile. "If you didn't want us to know you should have taken the tag off of Mollie's bag." Her lips curved into a smile as her son sighed. "We did warn you, we are going to bring you two home," Sandra said, bumping her hip against Mitchell's.

Seeing them stepping out through the tent flaps, what he was about to say to his parents was completely lost as Mollie, dressed in a light blue gown, and wearing a gold plastic crown on her head, with Ashley holding her left hand, simply took his breath away. As the sun's rays shined between them it was as if the very Heavens had preordained this. That fate itself had chosen this woman that he grew up with, argued with, fought with, and even made love too was to be the one. His daughter smiling as she waved her little wand as if directing her own little court. His sister's hair gently lifted and undulated in the breeze as her green eyes glanced up at him. Shimmering in the light as her cheeks carried a light pink hue. Her lips curved into a soft, warm smile inviting him into their taunting depths.

Titling her head to the side, running her fingers down her slender neck, down her chest drawing her brother's gaze to her womanly body. She had seen how he looked at her over the past few days. She knew he was fighting with himself. Ashley wasn't about to lose this fight!

"Tad!" Mollie called out, doing a little spin for him. "Don't I look like a princess?!" she asked, with unbridled excitement.

"Why yes, yes you do," Mitchell nodded, squatting down in front of her. "So, you ready to take the tour."

"Mmmhmm!" Mollie agreed vehemently.

"Well, m' lady, shall we?" Donald asked, holding out his hand to his granddaughter.

"Certainly, the young princess will need a lady in waiting," Sandra said, her smile beaming down at Mollie as she too held out her hand.

"See?" Ashley's hands moved up Mitchell's chest with only a sliver of sunlight between them. "This isn't so bad is it? Mollie is loved like she should be, and you finally know there is a woman that loves you wholeheartedly," Ashely said, lovingly. "Now let's go enjoy our day with our daughter," she said, drawing out the last word, to emphasize that she wasn't going anywhere.

As the tour progressed into the castle proper. Ashely gently pulled her brother to the back of the group. Knowing their parents would keep a keen eye on Mollie. Holding a finger to her lips as she led Mitchell over the velvet rope that cordoned off the upper levels. Her left hand pushed off the stone walls as she led her brother ever higher until they reached the top of that ancient stone structure. The wooden trap door creaked and groaned as Ashely lifted it up.

"Ashely?!" Mitchell's voice was but a whisper knowing if they were caught, they were in serious trouble.

"Come on baby bro," Ashely said, waving for him to join her on the roof. "No one's going to see us, and Mollie's safe with mom and dad," she said, smiling down at him, knowing this was just like how they were when they were kids. Her suggesting the most daring thing, her brother dragging his feet, yet coming along regardless knowing the punishment they were likely to get if they were caught. "Now get that sexy ass up here so you can fuck your gorgeous sister." Ashely giggled as Mitchell was up and out of the stairwell in a matter of seconds. "Well, it's good to know the prospect of fucking me gets those legs moving," Ashley teased as her arms rested on Mitchell's shoulders.

Not a sound could be heard except the whisper of the wind as she and Mitchell kissed. Her tongue rolling around his as her hands weaved through his hair as she pulled her brother deeper into their kiss. "Now," her chest heaved as she drew air into her lungs, "I need to feel my brother between my legs," Ashley said, her fingers curled around Mitchell's shirt. Walking backwards to the stonewall, her ass gracing its warm ancient surface. Pulling up the hem of her skirt, her calves pressing lightly on the back of Mitchell's legs bringing him closer as she pulled her thong to the side. "Let's get this back inside of your Wraig (wife)," she said, looking up at her brother as her fingers slowly lowered his zipper. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as she felt Mitchell's fingers dancing along her naked thighs. Loving the pleasure, she could bring to him as her hand softly stroked his growing rod.

"You like being with me don't you Mitchell?" Ashely asked, watching her brother's eyes flutter as her thumb teased the underside of his crown. "You like it because you know this, and you, belong with me," she said, her right hand gently ran up Mitchell's chest. Feeling the man that was going to be sharing her bed for the rest of time. "You don't have to say it Mitchell. Your sister knows these things," Ashley said, flashing him a knowing smirk. "Any big sister knows what their little brother likes, so how about," sucking in a breath as she ran his crown through her labia before easing his cock into her hungry cunt, "now fuck your horny sister," she growled, a ravenous light glowed in her green eyes as Mitchell sent his rod deep to the core of her heat. "Mmmhmm," Ashley nodded, her hands resting on his hips as Mitchell thrust that hard pole into her wet peach. "Yes, yes, that's it," her body trembled as her folds squeezed her brother's cock as it glided through them, "Mitchell make your sister cum, make my pussy paint this stone in my juices," Ashley panted as her hands held onto his ass.

"Man, you and Mom..."

"What about us?" Ashley asked, arching an eyebrow, trying to hold back her orgasm.

"I had no idea the two of you were so into risky sex," Mitchell said, smirking, thrusting hard into his sister, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as she fought back her orgasmic scream.

"Well," her nostrils flared, her teeth dragged along her lower lip as her eyes burned in her unquenchable thirst for her brother, "it just shows you how much we both want this," Ashley said, breathing heavily, her hands urging Mitchell on; to stir her cunt like only he could do for her. "Now work those hips little brother so your hot sister can cum all over that hard cock," she purred.

Mitchell's left hand took hold of his sister's right ass cheek while his other fondled Ashley's left breast through her shirt. "If she wants to be fucked so badly, I'll make that pussy sore," Mitchell thought to himself. Watching how his sister's mouth hung up, her lips shaped into a 'O' as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Mitchell pounded his rod into her juicy peach.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yes Mitchell!" Ashley panted, her hands stretching out his shirt as her brother drove her over the edge. "Oh! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me Mitchell! God, you feel so good inside of me," she moaned burying her face into her brother's chest. Smiling as she peered out of the corner of her eye at the river below them. Imagining what it would have been like to be doing this back in 1000 AD. To be servicing her brother, the lord of the land, as the villagers watched below them. Her fingers danced along Mitchell's cheeks as her lips neared his. Her green eyes lustered in her love as she closed the gap between them. Their kiss was so sensuous, so loving, so everlasting she knew this was how it was meant to be. Her eyes shot open then slowly closed as she felt his seed shooting deep into her womb.

"Mommy where were you!" Mollie cried out as her father and mother were the last to leave. Looking at Ashley confusingly and a mix of curiosity as she chuckled softly at her father whose face was growing redder by the second.

"We got lost, it's a big castle isn't it?!" Ashley asked, as she bent forward, smiling sweetly down at Mollie's adorable face. Feeling her brother's cum soaking into her thong.

"Mmmhmm," Mollie nodded. "Well, come on, you'll miss everything!" she said leading Ashley and her father about the castle grounds. Smiling and laughing as the day wore on, Mollie wished this day would never end as the sun began to set; yet like all good things it had to come to an end.

"I think we wore her out," Ashley whispered as she sat on the right side of Mollie while Mitchell sat on her left.

"Yeah, I think we did," Mitchell said, placing a kiss on his sleeping daughter's temple. His green eyes peering over his daughter's head as Ashley's fingertips teased the ends of Mollie's hair.

"Then that leaves the handsome father all alone," Ashley purred lightly, her thumb brushed along Mitchell's upper lip as her index finger lifted his chin. "I wonder if he'll survive the trip home," she whispered. Their family car slowly cruised down the gravel road, the setting sun silhouetting the two as their car disappeared into the distance.

The day of departure...

"But... I don't want to go home!" Mollie stomped in irritation. "I want to stay here with Mommy!" she pouted; tears reamed her eyes as she looked up at her father.

"Mollie," Mitchell sighed. This had been an ongoing argument since yesterday. "Cariad, we have to go home," he said plainly.

"But why?!" Mollie's lip trembled she didn't want to leave. She didn't want to see her father sad ever again, and she knew if they did then her father would sink back into that sorrow.

"Because..." Mitchell's voice stilled as his sister walked around the corner rolling her suitcase behind her.

"Don't worry cariad," Ashley cooed plucking Mollie off the floor. "Your Mam is going with you," she said, rubbing Mollie's back.

"Really?!" Mollie asked. Pushing herself up to look Ashley in the eye, "Are you really coming with us?"

"Mmmhmm," Ashley nodded.

"Goodie," Mollie squealed in delight as she threw her arms around Ashley's neck.

"Now you make sure you help Mitchell get his affairs in order while you're there," Sandra said, placing a goodbye kiss on Mollie's cheek. "Don't take too long coming home, or your dad and I will just have to come drag the three of you home," she said, casting her daughter a knowing smile.

"Yes, you can't keep this pretty little girl away from us any longer," Donald said sternly, in a teasing fatherly voice as he gave Mollie's left foot a little shake.

"Well, come on Mitchell, that's our cab," Ashley said, the honk alerting them to its arrival. Her hand wrapping around the handle of her suitcase, planting a kiss on her father's cheek as Donald held the door open for her.

"Now you take care of your sister while you're in the States and do hurry home," Sandra said, getting her own goodbye kiss in. "I mean it; if you take too long coming home, we will come find you!" she yelled, waving her arm as their cab pulled away.

"So, brother," Ashley whispered into his ear the moment Mollie nodded off two hours into their flight. "How about you give me three minutes and you come taste your sister in the lavatory," she purred in hunger as she slowly slid across Mitchell's lap. Allowing her brother to feel the heat that had been building ever since take off.

Mitchell's head was on a swivel as he looked around the plane. Seeing that the cost was clear, now knowing why his sister had insisted on sitting in the far back. Looking over to Mollie, noting how she was sound asleep. Easing out of his chair, slipping past the curtain, softly knocking on the restroom door. Mitchell wasn't excepting his sister's arm to dart out, grabbing him by his shirt, and jerking him into that small cramped space; nor was he expecting Ashley to push him down to his knees as she leaned slightly back on the sink counter.

"Look at it, Mitchell," Ashley ordered as she held her red, swollen lips apart, so Mitchell could see what he did to her pussy. "Look at the effect you have on your sister's pretty pussy," she purred, the fingers on her left hand ran through his hair. "Now I think it's only fair that said brother eats his sister's pretty cunt," Ashley purred, her hand pressed against the back of Mitchell's head before thrusting his face into her hot peach. Rolling her hips, biting her lower lip so not to alert the flight attendants, enjoying the feel of her brother's tongue teasing her moist labia. "That's it, Mitchell, get that tongue inside your sister's wet pussy," she hissed as she humped his face to add to his technique knowing they couldn't stay in the restroom the whole flight.

Mitchell stared up at his sister as she rocked her hips, rubbing her juicy peach along his tongue. Enjoying the little squeal, he got out of her as he sucked on her clitoris. Watching how she played with her left breast while her other hand grabbed tufts of his hair as his tongue teased that hot little hole of hers.

"That's it brother make your hot Wraig cum on that tongue," Ashley whispered with a burning need to mark her brother's face with her hot peach juice. Her hand flew to her mouth as her head shot back. Her red hair teased the counter as Mitchell plunged his tongue into her hot sex. Swirling that muscle around her canal tormenting her cunt as it quivered, knowing that soon it would coating his tongue in her hot cream. "F...k!" Ashley screamed behind her hand as her thighs clamped around her brother's head.

"Mmm, that's how you should always look little brother," Ashley purred as she watched her nectar running down his chin. Reaching over plucking two paper towels from the dispenser, gently wiping Mitchell's face clean. "When we land and get to your place, you best take me to your room and allow me to drive away every memory of that bitch from this handsome head of yours," she said, lovingly, as her hand caressed his left cheek. "Now we best get back. We can't leave Mollie unattended for too long." It didn't stop Ashley from pushing her brother against the wall and tasting what she tasted like on his tongue as she drank in her fill of the man she loved.

A month and a half had passed since Mitchell had returned to the States. His decision to move back home had caused a stir in Judy's family, not that he cared. They didn't feed and clothe his daughter so any arguments they had were moot. As for Judy she was serving a yearlong sentence for her fifth DWI. Something he knew had only been a matter of time before she would be seeing what the inside of a cell looked like or worse; got someone killed. He did hope that Judy would clean herself up, she still was Mollie's mother, yet he was doubtful. His eyes ran over the empty house remembering every argument, every laugh, every sob that occurred within those walls.

He knew it would take the movers a week to ship his and Mollie's belongings overseas. He had sold his car a week earlier to the next-door neighbor and the realtor could manage the sale of his home while he got his family settle back in Solva. With the help of his father, he had a job waiting in one of the accounting departments of the companies that operated out of the docks. Looking over to his left, his eyes falling on his sister as she held Mollie in her arms. He had no idea what fate awaited them. He had to agree, the normal relationships he had, had failed him miserably. It was time for a radical change.

"Well? Is there something on my face Gŵr?" Ashley asked, with a knowing smile. Biting her lip seeing the naughty thoughts that were forming in her brother's eyes as her mind replayed how his cum covered her face after their love making last night.

"Come on, let's go home," Mitchell said, nodding to the door.

"Yay!" Mollie shouted throwing up her arms. "Tad, do you think Taid (grandfather), will make those cakes again?"

"Oh, I think Dad wouldn't have a problem making them for you, if you asked my little cariad," Mitchell said, placing a kiss on Mollie's forehead pleased that she was taking their lessons seriously.

"Well then, let's get the two of you home where you belong," Ashley said, smiling at them both as her left hand slipped into Mitchell's once he placed his house key into the realtor's box. Knowing that this was a start of a whole new adventure for the two of them, and she planned to be there every step of the way.
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The End.
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