REENIE'S REAL 7TH BIRTHDAY. . .AND SERENA'S SWEET 16TH
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman
NOTE: This story was inspired by what may be the *worst* lemon ever
written: "Chibi-Usa's 7th Birthday," in which the youngest Sailor Senshi is
sexually abused by each of her elders. I considered it a challenge to take
that ugly "birthday party gone wrong" scenario and make something *nice*
out of it. (Fear not, gentle reader, all lemon activity is between people
who are old enough. . .) Because I wanted to use the same character lineup
as the original, this story features all Inner and Outer Senshi. Think of
it as taking place in an alternate universe from the timeline of my fics. .
.at the point I am right now, Sailor Saturn is still a baby and the Inners
and Outers are still at odds with each other. I'm using the same names for
the Outers I did before: Alex=Haruka, Michelle=Michiru, Sonya=Setsuna,
Heather=Hotaru.
by Sailor Mac
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REENIE!"
The little girl stood open-mouthed in Darien's doorway, looking all around
her. They *all* were there. . .Serena and Darien, Amy, Mina, Lita and Raye,
Heather. . .even Sonya, Alex and Michelle!
And she thought they'd forgotten her seventh birthday. . .
"WOW!" she said. "Thanks, everybody!" She ran to Darien and flung herself
into his arms.
"We couldn't forget something like that," he said.
"Never in a million years," Amy added.
She looked around the room again, beaming with happiness. . .
And then, she noticed something wrong, something missing. . .
"Um, guys. . .where are the presents?"
The Sailor Soldiers all looked at each other and smiled. . .
"This year, we're giving you a different type of present, Reenie," Raye said.
She eyed them all suspiciously. "What kind?"
"A chance to show off what you learned when you took those swimming
lessons," said Lita.
Swimming lessons? Reenie thought. This does *not* sound good. . .
"WHAT?"
"You're going to get a good dunking from each and every one of us!" Serena
crowed.
Raye elbowed her in the ribs and hissed, "The *dunking* was supposed to be
a *surprise,* numbskull." Serena made a face at her. Raye made a face back.
Darien decided he'd better step in before the girls regressed to the
tongue battles they used to have. He produced something from a bag and
handed it to his future daughter. "Here. . .put this on, go out back and
wait for us. We'll decide who dunks you first."
Reenie looked at what she'd been handed. It was a dark blue tank suit with
a big yellow Pikachu on it. So there *were* going to be presents after all.
. .and the dunking part sounded kind of fun, actually. . .
"Kawaii!" she said. "Okay. . .I'll be right down!" She scooted into the
bathroom.
"Shouldn't she have an older person go down to the pool with her?" said Sonya.
"I'll go," Alex said. "I'll make sure she stays out of trouble."
Michelle gave her a sly smile. "Why, Alex, I didn't even know you had a
maternal side."
Fortunately for Alex, Reenie came bounding out of the bathroom at that
moment, sparing her having to think of an answer. She picked the child up
piggyback-style and said, "Come on, Reenie, let's go."
As soon as they were gone, Serena said, "I should go first. . .I'm her mother!"
"She'll be *expecting* you to go first," said Lita. "What we need is a
*stealth dunker!*"
"Can I go first?" Heather said. "I'm her best friend."
"We wouldn't be *having* this converation if *somebody* had kept her mouth
shut," Raye grumbled.
"So why is it such a big deal if she knows she was going to get *dunked*?"
Serena retorted. "It's not as if we were all going to take turns doing
something *bad* to her."
Amy spoke up. "I think Darien should go first. He's probably the *last*
person she expects to dunk her *at all.*"
They all looked at Darien. The choice had been made.
"Okay," he said, "let's go!"
* * *
Reenie sat on the edge of the pool, kicking her feet in the water. It was
very hot and muggy that day. . .she was eager to get wet all over. But Alex
said she couldn't, not until the others got there. . .
Then, she felt a familiar pair of strong arms picking her up. "Darien!"
"Hi, Teeny Reenie!"
"I'm not teeny anymore. I'm seven years old now!"
"You are? Wow, that's big! That means you're old enough to. . ." Suddenly,
he tossed her into the water, shouting, "SWIM!"
"DUNKING NUMBER ONE!" the others yelled.
Reenie bobbed to the surface. The water had felt like a cold shock on her
hot skin at first. . .but now, it felt good.
"I'm gonna get you for that later!" she said. . .but she was laughing.
"My turn!" Raye whispered to the others. She jumped into the water holding
something. . .an inflatable pool toy in the form of a giant soda can.
"Come on, Reenie. . .get on this and I'll tow you around the pool."
Reenie figured she'd have it yanked out from under her right away. . .but
she played along. She hopped on the inflatable, and was surprised when Raye
actually began to swim, towing it behind her like a tugboat towing a barge.
Hey, she thought, maybe I'm not going to get dunked now after all. . .
And then Raye said, "Look out for this bend in the river ahead. . .it's a
little SHARP!" On the last word, she tipped the inflatable so Reenie
tumbled into the water. The others shouted, "DUNKING NUMBER TWO!"
Barely had she broken the surface when she was scooped up again. . .this
time by Alex. . .and a huge beach ball was thrust into her hands. "Come on,
let's play catch. . ." She backed up several feet and held her hands up.
Reenie tossed the ball back, thinking. . .there's no way she can dunk me
while we're doing this. . .
Then, after a few passes back and forth, Alex deliberately threw the ball
out of bounds. Reenie went after it. . .and Alex sprung up from behind and
pushed her under the water, shouting, "GOTCHA!" The others yelled, "DUNKING
NUMBER THREE!"
Alex retrieved the ball. "We're done now, you guys can use it." She tossed
it at Lita, who caught it and began her own game of catch with Sonya.
"Now, the Goddess of Love gets a turn!" Mina said, jumping into the pool.
She picked up Reenie and said, "Hey. . .do you like to breast stroke?"
"Huh?"
"I know you can, I watched you in this pool before. Wanna race to that
wall and back?"
"Sure!" Reenie liked doing the breast stroke, which she'd always thought
of as "swimming like a frog." And she was good at it. . .she left Mina
trailing in her wake, and touched the wall triumphantly. "I won!"
"And you won. . .*this!*" Mina grabbed her shoulder to pull her under. .
.and slipped on the pool bottom. Both girls went under.
As the others said, "DUNKING NUMBER FOUR!", Raye said, "Geez, Mina, we're
supposed to be dunking *her,* not ourselves!"
Michelle dove gracefully into the deep end of the pool and swam underwater
to Reenie. Popping to the surface, she said, "Reenie, do you want me to
show you something I taught Alex? It's a synchronized swimming move. . ."
She turned upside-down so her legs were sticking up out of the water, then
slowly spun around, sinking into the water bit by bit as she did so.
When she came to the surface, Reenie applauded. "That was terrific!"
"Here, you can do it too. Just hold on to me. . ."
Reenie realized a split second too late what was coming. She was pulled
straight under the surface, and she popped up to hear the others yell,
"DUNKING NUMBER FIVE!"
She didn't realize that Lita wasn't among them, and had slipped quietly
into the water already. Suddenly, she became aware that the others were all
softly humming the music from "Jaws". . .
. . .and Lita suddenly rocketed up from the bottom of the pool like a
shark, flinging Reenie up and back down under the surface. "DUNKING NUMBER
SIX!" the others yelled.
Raye jumped into the water, shouting "SHAAAARK!" She pushed Lita under
herself, and Lita got up and retaliated. Mina and Serena followed suit, and
soon, it was a dunking free-for-all.
Amy, meanwhile, put an inflatable canoe that looked like a big banana into
the water, climbed in, and paddled it over to Reenie. "Want to get away
from that?" she said.
"Yeah!" Amy climbed out of the boat and helped Reenie get in, then handed
her the paddle. Reenie happily propelled it across the pool, singing the
"Banana Boat Song". . . "Day-oh, day-ay-ay-oh. . .daylight come and me
wanna go. . .AAIIEE!" The screech, of course, came when Amy tipped the boat
over, spilling Reenie into the water. "DUNKING NUMBER SEVEN!" yelled
everyone who wasn't under the water at that moment.
Someone was lifting her out of the water, out of the pool altogether. "Puu!"
"Time you had a break, Small Lady." She carried her along the edge of the
pool. "Have you been having fun so far?"
"Oh, yeah! It's been great!"
"Well, then perhaps you'll enjoy. . .*this!*"
Reenie realized they had walked onto the diving board. . .and now, Sonya
was jumping off it, with Reenie in her arms. "DUNKING NUMBER EIGHT!" the
others yelled.
Heather jumped into the water and swam over to Reenie, who had just
resurfaced after Sonya let her go. Diving under, she grabbed her friend's
ankle and gently tugged, yanking Reenie right back under the water again.
When both of them came up, the others shouted, "DUNKING NUMBER NINE!"
Reenie playfully pushed Heather under again, Heather came up and did the
same to Reenie, and the two see-sawed back and forth, laughing.
Finally, Serena swam over to Reenie. The time for the last dunking had
come, and Reenie knew it. . .I'll get her before she gets me, she thought.
She leapt at Serena and pushed her under the surface. Serena, totally
unprepared, came up coughing and spluttering.
"Hey! That wasn't fair!"
"Well, it's your birthday, too! It's about time *you* got a birthday dunking!"
Serena whirled around and looked at her friends. . .who were all giggling.
Even Alex, Michelle and Sonya had broad smiles on their faces. "You know,
she has a point there," Amy said.
"Ooh! I'm gonna get you for that, Reenie!" The younger girl took off like
a shot, crawlstroking across the pool. Serena followed, the others cheering
her on. She finally overtook her future daughter and pushed her under the
surface as her sister Sailor Soldiers yelled, "DUNKING NUMBER TEN!
YAAAAAYYY!"
Reenie came up again to the sound of applause. She laughed gleefully.
"Guys. . .this has been the best birthday ever!" she said.
Darien approached the edge of the pool. "So, Reenie. . .are you up for
another dunk?"
"YEAH!" she shouted, as everyone else leapt into the pool.
* * *
Several waterlogged hours later, Serena sat on a chaise lounge, watching
the sunset.
It was finally quiet. After the raucous dunking session, she had revealed
to Reenie that everyone *had* gotten her presents after all, and Darien had
gone back to his apartment to fetch them and bring them down. A poolside
barbecue had followed, after which everyone had gone their separate ways. .
.Reenie to Heather's house for a sleepover, Raye back to Chad and the
temple, the Outers to that coffeehouse they seemed to live in.
And Serena was staying right here, with Darien.
He finished packing away the last remnants of the barbecue, came over to
Serena and kissed her. "I'm proud of you, honey, letting Reenie have the
spotlight today when it's your birthday too. . ."
She shrugged. "I don't need a fancy party. I celebrated with my friends at
Crown last night. . .and tonight, all I want is to be alone with you."
He sat beside her and drew her into his arms. "Sweet sixteen. . .but we
definitely can't say that you've never been kissed!" They both laughed.
She sighed. "I feel like I've packed a lot into sixteen years. . ."
"Well, love, you have. You've packed more into the last two years alone
than most people experience in a single lifetime."
"Most people don't have to fight a monster with nothing but a magic
frisbee. Or rescue their friends from a UFO. Or have to literally stop the
end of the world."
"Regrets?"
"None. I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I'd never
become Sailor Moon. It would have been so. . .empty. There's been bad
things about the life. . .but the good far outweighs the bad."
He stroked her hair. He didn't want to ruin the day by telling her he'd
been getting preminitions of more bad times again. Strange visions of a
woman trapped in a mirror. . .a bizarre circus. . .and, most puzzling of
all, a tiger, a hawk and a fish. . .
And a winged horse. Always, hovering around the fringes of all those
visions, a winged horse.
"I don't know what we're going to do with all this food, Meatball Head,"
he said. "There's enough leftover salad and hamburger rolls to feed a small
army. Hell, we even have too much leftover butter."
Butter? Hmm. . .butter had. . .possibilities. . .Her imagination began
working overtime.
"I'm sure we can think of something."
"What do you have in mind, you little minx?"
"Oh. . .you'll see. Let's get this stuff upstairs."
* * *
Once everything was packed away in his apartment, she decided to set the
tone for the evening. . .
"I think I'd better get out of this wet bathing suit." She brazenly peeled
it off, right there in the living room.
He gave her a flirtatious smile. "Aren't you going to put something else on?"
"Why? I'm comfortable as it is." She raised her arms slowly over her head,
stroking her own hair, doing a bump-and-grind to the music on the radio. .
.
"Now, don't you want your presents?"
"Wonderful idea! I think I'll unwrap this one here. . ." She pushed his
swimsuit down and off.
"You weren't supposed to unwrap that one until last, you minx."
"Oh, well. I'll just enjoy the view while I unwrap my others."
"You're incorrigible."
"Incorrigible?"
"Never mind."
He reached behind the couch and brought out several boxes, handing her the
biggest one. She eagerly tore off the wrapping and brought out. . .
"Oh, Darien! It's so cute!" she said, holding up the pale pink nightgown.
It was modest enough so she could wear it at home. . .so her parents would
think she bought it herself, or that one of her friends gave it to her. .
.but it was still beautiful, and flattering, and very womanly.
"I'm glad you like it, love," he said. "I saw it in the store and thought
of you right away."
She opened the next box to find a pair of black shoes made of a soft
leather, the kind that looked like a dress shoe but felt like a walking
shoe.
"They're to wear with your new high school uniform," he said.
She hugged him. "I haven't passed the exam yet!"
"You will. . .I have faith in you."
When she opened the next box, she found. . .
"POKEMON PLUSHIES!!!" She began lifing them out, one by one, and hugging
them. "Vulpix. . .Evee. . .Clefairy. . .Squirtle. . .and PIKACHU!"
There was something compelling, something oddly exciting, about the
contrast between the naked, womanly body and the girlishly way she was
hugging the plushies, he thought. . .
One last box remained, a small, rectangular one. He put it in Serena's
hand. "Now, open this one, my love. . ."
She did, and saw a bracelet box. Flipping back the lid, she gazed at what
was inside. . .and gasped.
The delicate gold chain connected a series of stones in gold settings . .
.stones that were the colors of her sister Sailor Soldiers' uniforms.
Orange and blue and green and red, navy and aqua and purple and black. . .
And in the middle of them all were a moonstone and a turquoise. .
.symbolizing Moon and Earth.
"Oh, Darien. . ." She hugged him. "It's so beautiful. . ."
"Happy Sweet Sixteen, my love."
Later, upon closer examination of the bracelet, she would see a feature
she didn't before. . .a series of little stars between the stones. She
would wonder why he added them. . .and then feel strong psychic vibes, a
sense of something important in the future. . .
But for now, it was just her and Darien, together, alone, naked. . .
Her mouth claimed his, fiercely, like a tigress possessing her prey. Her
hands roamed his body, passing over the flat planes of his chest, his hard
stomach, his well-muscled thighs. . .She let her fingers just lightly brush
over his hardeneing manhood, and he moaned.
When they eased apart, she said, "Now Darien, about that leftover butter. . ."
"I have a feeling you don't intend to make shortbread cookies with it, you
minx."
"You just *may* be right. You'll see in a minute. . ."
She went to the kitchen to get the package. When she came back into the
living room, hewas gone.
"Darien? Where are you?"
Of course, she thought. There's only one room in the house he could have
gone to. . .
She giggled, putting the butter down so she could unfasten her hair,
letting it tumble down her back. . .
She tiptoed into the candlelit bedroom, where sure enough, he was under
the covers.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"Waiting for you."
She put the butter on the nighttable. "Well, love. . .I won't keep you
waiting." She drew him into her embrace, crushing her mouth against his. He
responded eagerly, his tongue stroking and playing with hers as his hands
cupped her breasts, gently kneading and caressing them.
"Umm," she said between kisses. "That's good. . ."
"I'm gonna make it feel better, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you
want to scream." He drew her onto the bed and lay her on her back, then
reached for the package of butter. Unwrapping a stick, he slid it down her
neck as his mouth ravished hers, then down toward her breasts. . .
She gasped at the feel of it sliding around on her nipple. It was chilly.
. .and soft. . .and slippery. . .and. . .and. . .
"Ohhhh," she moaned deeply as her body heat began to melt it, the warm,
liquified butter drizzling over the curve of her breast. Darien took the
stick away and began to lap away at her, cleaning up what he had done. .
.first the edges of the breast, working toward the center. . .When he got
to the nipple, he swirled his tongue around on it, and she cried out,
especially when he drew it in his lips and started to suck. She tangled her
fingers in his black hair, pulling him closer, her hips moving, trying to
rub against him. . .
As he sucked, he started to rub the butter on her other breast, and she
thought she'd go mad. She could feel hot honey between her thighs, her
heart pounding, a sweat breaking out all over her body. . .
"Darien. . .ohh, baby. . .ohh, keep doing it, yes, baby. . ."
He raised his head. "Hmm. . .looks like the butter's running low. . .I
think I'll just clean up what I did over here. . ." And he began licking
her other breast, his tongue sweeping over the curve, then flicking over
her nipple. . .She moaned, writhing beneath him as he suckled hungrily.
When he eased his mouth away from her, she rolled him on his back and got
another stick. "This one's yours, baby," she whispered, unwrapping it. She
kissed him, gently squeezing a nipple between her thumb and forefinger with
her right hand. . .while with her left, she grasped the stick of butter and
and began moving downward. . .
He gasped when he felt its soft slickness rubbing up and down his manhood.
Oh, Gods, he thought, no wonder she went so crazy when I did this to her
nipples. . .She swirled it in circles over the head, then leaned over to
lick up when she'd done, her little tongue moving in circles on his
sensitive flesh, making him feel like he was on fire. He clutched at the
bedsheets, his head rolling from side to side. . .
"Ooooohhhhh. . .that feels so good. . ."
She began to suck him, and as her head moved back and forth, she began to
rub the stick of butter on the sac beneath, and he let out a cry. The soft
wetness of her mouth and the soft wetness of the butter. . .he felt himself
*very* close to coming.
Serena raised her head and got the two butter stumps. . .the remains of
the stick that Darien had used on her, and that she had used on Darien.
With them both in her hand, she grasped his shaft and began pumping up and
down rapidly. . .while her other caressed the sac, fingers slipping and
sliding over the slick, buttery surface. . .
He shouted her name as his body, his mind, his soul were consumed by
sweet, sweet blazes, as he released himself. . .
He flopped back to the bed, panting, dazed, barely conscious of her
kissing him, of her gently cleaning him off with a warm, wet rag. . .
When reality came back into focus, she was kneeling on the bed next to
him, legs apart, giving him a sweet, sweet smile. And he knew there was
still one more stick of butter in the package.
He sat up and kissed her fiercely, reaching for what he wanted and unwrapping it.
Darien kissed down Serena's neck, headed for her breasts. She arched back
in anticipation. . .
Then, as his mouth claimed her nipple, she felt something lovely and
unexpected between her legs. . .a whole stick of butter being lighty
brushed against her jewel and entrance.
"Ummm. . .ooooh. . .that's soo goood. . ."
Darien just held the butter still against her, and Serena began to rapidly
thurst her hips, rubbing her most sensitive flesh against that lovely
stuff. The sensation of it heating up and melting against her skin was
strangely, wildly exciting, and the slickness was just *incredible*. And
his mouth sucking at her breasts only added to the searing heat building up
within her. She moaned with hot delight, over and over.
The butter melted away, and suddenly there was just his fingers, his
lovely, talented fingers, thrusting inside her over and over while his
thumb stroked her butter-slicked pearl. . .She writhed, her moans growing
louder and louder and. . .
"AAAAHHHH!!!! YES!!!! OH, BABY!!!!" she shrieked as luscious spasms
wracked her and liquid heat roared through her veins. She sagged against
him, and he kissed her tenderly, whispering, "Happy birthday, Sweet
Sixteen."
He eased her back down onto the bed and kissed her again. As she dozed
off, he went into the bathroom and ran water into the tub.
She's so playful, he thought, so full of creative, sexy ideas. . .I wonder
if things got this wild between us during the Silver Millennium? he thought
with a chuckle.
He took some of the candles and moved them into the bathroom, then went to
the bedroom again, picked up his sleeping lover and gently carried her
toward the tub.
Serena awoke as she felt herself slide into the warm water. "Darien?"
"Thought a bath would be a good idea, love, after all that butter-soaked
fun. Butter does nasty things to condoms, you know. . ." He got a soft
sponge and began to soap it.
Serena purred as she felt him gently wash her arms, her shoulders, her
neck. . .She felt so warm, so wonderfully relaxed. . .
"I love you," she whispered. "You were delicious. . .my hot buttered Muffin."
He laughed. "You were absolutely luscious. Where *do* you come up with
these ideas?"
"Sometimes, I just get. . .inspired."
"Baby, I hope your inspiration *never* ends."
They took turns slowly, gently washing each other, stroking and caressing
the parts that had. . .gotten especially buttery. . .
"Oohhh," he moaned, as her soapy hands slowly, slowly stroked along his
manhood. "Ooohh. . .you'll be the death of me yet. . ."
"But Darien. . .I *have* to make sure this part of you is extra-clean. You
said so yourself. . .butter does nasty things to condoms. We can't take
that chance. . ."
"I'm gonna *need* condom right away by the time we get out of this tub,
you minx. . ."
By the time they dried each other off, he did, indeed, have a full
erection again. "Now, what are we going to do with this?" he said.
She giggled. "I have ideas. . ."
"I'll bet you do."
She led him back into the bedroom, moving her hips suggestively, looking
back at him with a wink. He felt his heart speed up again.
"Gods, Serena, what you do to me. . ."
They fell into each other's arms, kissing, tumbling to the bed. He gently
pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she did the same to him.
"Aaahh," she sighed, "you know just what feels good to me, baby. . ."
"I'll bet I know what you're thinking about right now," he said. "I know
exactly what you want. . ."
"Oh?" she said. "Show me."
And then, he was pushing her legs apart, and she felt his tongue sweeping
down her neck. . .then teasing, tickling her nipples. . .then working down
her stomach. . .
"I know what you want," he said, "because I know this is what you love
most of all. . ."
His tongue touched her jewel. . .lightly, just the slightest brush. But it
was enough to make her jump and cry out.
He licked down to her entrance, and eased his tongue deep within her, as
far as he could make it go. He wiggled it around a bit. . .making his lover
shriek.
He started an in-and out thrust that made her moan and move against him,
her hips pumping, urging him for more, more, more. . .He took it out,
swirled it around her folds, nibbled and kissed the soft, soft flesh. .
.His hands slid up to her breasts, finding the nipples, stroking and
caressing them as his tongue slipped inside her again. . .then flicked out
and up to her jewel, rubbing back and forth on it. . .then back inside her.
. .
He took it out of her entirely and began moving it in rapid circles on her
jewel, and that pushed her over the edge. Lifting her hips off the bed, she
let out a great cry.
Darien eased away from her, went to the nighttable and got out a condom.
As he prepared himself, he gazed at his lover, thinking his heart would
burst with love for her. . .
When he came back to the bed, she rolled on her stomach and got on her
hands and knees. He knew what she was after. . .she'd just had an orgasm
from her pearl, and now she wanted to have one from her G-spot.
He knelt behind her and she leaned back against him, making a long, low
noise of pleasure as he eased himself into her womanhood. Her sheath
gripped him tightly, as if welcoming him home. . .
"Oooh. . .there, right there, you hit it. . ."
He began to thrust, rapidly, reaching under her so he could caress her
nipples as his manhood stimulated the sweet spot deep, deep within her. . .
"Baby. . .baby. . .ohh, Darien. . ."
"Serena. . .you feel so good, baby, so, so good. . ."
His pace increased, and she thrust her hips faster, harder against him. .
.the ball of intense heat was building, building, building right at her
G-spot and radiating through her whole body, any second, any second now. .
.
"OHH! YES! DARIEN, I'M COMING!" she screamed, the ball of heat exploding
into a major forest fire, her whole body trembling with ecstasy.
"SERENA. . .OHHH, OHHHHHHH. . .AAAHHH!!! Every cell of his being was shot
through with electricity, sweet agony, blissful release. . .
They collapsed to the bed together, and he quickly got rid of the condom
so he could hold her in his arms.
"I love you, Birthday Girl."
"I love you, too."
And as she fell asleep, she said the same thing Reenie had, but for a very
different reason. . . "This has been the best birthday ever!"
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to my friends in the Lemon Tree, as always, for your
input. And thanks to Seth "Iron Stomach" Triggs, the bravest MSTer ever,
for writing the MSTing that inspired this fic. I wish I had half the guts
he did when it comes to tackling the ugliest that anime fanfic has to
offer. . .
Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.
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