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Chapter 7



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 7 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 7

	I think I've described Rachel as 'portly.'  Alisha would be merely
plush.  But they tended to be on the small end of the denizens of the plus-
size store.  They were on the lower end of the age spectrum, too, I noticed.
We proceeded to shoot for a similar scenario to the one at the earlier shop
-- and got a good deal more squawks for our trouble.  Older women --
especially LARGE older women -- tended to be somewhat hidebound where privacy
was concerned.  Frankly, in many cases, I couldn't blame them.

	Rachel, however, was in her element.  Determined to be irreverent,
she played her part with a certain unholy glee.  We weren't in the store five
minutes before she came out of the changing rooms in just a pair of panties
and announced, "Scotty, Sweetheart, what do you think of that black bra over
there?  Shannon, Honey, could you check to see if they have it in forty-two
'D'?  Thanks!  You're a doll!"  The older sales staff -- and they were up
there, probably in their fifties -- started puffing and blowing and Rachel
objected, "Well, now, how is he going to SEE?  I'm shopping for HIM, you
know! Come back here, Sweetheart -- you can look at them in the booth, I
guess, since the salesladies seem to be uptight.  I mean, hey, it's ME
deciding whether I want to show them off, for God's sake!"  Two minutes
later, she was back in the bra, flopping the cups up and down by tugging on
the shoulder straps.  "Shannon?  I think this is too loose in the cups, don't
you?  Could you look for a 'C' cup?  Thanks!"

	I thought it was a riot -- and I wasn't the only one!  There were
four guys in the store, counting Mike -- Red and Cheryl stayed outside on
patrol, because Cheryl was way too tall and thin to bother being in there --
and they were all perfectly happy to gaze upon Rachel in various states of
undress.  The old biddies were atwitter and wanted Rachel out of sight -- but
there was one young thing on the sales staff who I would describe as well-
padded but curvy -- somewhere between Rachel and Alisha, but with a well-
displayed rack and serious fashion sense -- who started running interference
for Rachel.  The next thing I knew, she and Rachel and Shannon were in the
changing room, jabbering away, and then the girl, whose name was Barbara,
apparently, would wave me into the dressing room, running interference,
yelling, "Careful, girls -- there's a man in the area!"  Then she would stand
around watching and kibitzing while I offered up opinions on how something
looked or fit and felt Rachel up outrageously while Rachel casually threw
things on and off.  I was deliberately casual with Shannon, too, right in
front of Barbara, occasionally cupping a breast or giving her a peck -- which
caused Shannon to turn pink virtually without fail.  Rachel started
complimenting Barbara on her fashion sense and making other overtures and the
trio got increasingly friendly.

	I'd just been let out to wander the main store for a bit when Barbara
finally made the query:  "Wow!  You two are pretty casual with Scott.  Which
one of you is his girlfriend?"

	Rachel responded with, "Oh, it isn't like that..." then glanced
around before adding conspiratorially, "He's keeping us both."

	"Oh, so he's...?" Barbara replied.

	"Uh huh."  Rachel nodded.  Shannon did, too.

	"How many?" Barbara asked.

	"A couple more..."  Rachel picked at her fingernail polish.  "Don't
tell anyone!"

	"Oh, no!  Of COURSE not!"  Barbara was all over it -- and she was all
over ME at the next opportunity!

	Nothing else needed to be said.  Barbara didn't even tell anyone --
but her attitude caused a certain contagion.  Mike and Alisha put their heads
together and Alisha made her way into the dressing room area -- and didn't
leave and didn't close her door and took off more clothing than required for
her changes.  She also made shift to parade past us to the doors and show
Mike things there, and vamp me coming and going.

	This encouraged some others.  Some of them looked halfway decent, and
some only thought they did.  The vast majority stayed away, knowing that they
weren't in competition due to one factor or another, but a mother-daughter
team came in and after a whispered conference with one of the older
salesladies, BOTH of them suddenly needed to try on numerous items.  There
were a couple of others, too -- the dressing rooms started to get crowded and
'decency' went more or less by the wayside.  When the males present didn't
puke or anything, more than one of the women began enjoying themselves, and
asking males in the store -- males unrelated to them in any way -- what they
thought of this or that.

	Meanwhile, Barbara contrived to show me her tits under the guise of
suggesting that Rachel might look nice in the particular model of bra she was
wearing.  She had somewhat droopy tits, but they presented well in that bra,
opening up a fascinating expanse of cleavage -- and Barbara was well aware of
it.  She made certain to rub her breasts on me while she escorted me in and
out of the changing area, too.

	The older saleswomen had backed off totally -- the place was
collecting customers and the customers were buying and no one was
complaining.  Several women left early, scandalized, but the others tended to
orbit the fringes, looking wistful.  At least one woman who had left in a
huff during the early going drifted back in through the door and hesitantly
joined the flow.

	Red and Mike were watching the drone feeds -- and Red, who was
outside across the street sitting on a bench, laughed regularly.  Cheryl's
take on things wasn't clear...

	The circus probably went on for forty-five minutes -- and seemed to
be a larger draw than the other store.  Barbara made a point of asking me
about my tastes in women, especially 'full-figured gals.'  I let her know
that I took my women on a case-by-case basis, but she'd made a favorable
impression.  On the other hand, I didn't let out any contact information...

	Rachel bought between two hundred fifty and three hundred dollars'
worth of this and that -- which was fine.  Alisha picked up a couple of
things, too.  But the attitude when we hit the door was totally different
than when we entered -- and that was what we wanted.  A minor sensation would
put us on the map...

	I asked Red over the comm link whether he thought we should do the
after-action review on the way to the restaurant or go to the rooms first --
and he suggested the latter.  Rachel agreed, indicating that the girls needed
to change clothes, so we headed up to the rooms.  I went over to the room the
police were using and Red, Mike and I discussed the evening while the girls
changed clothes in the suite.  When we got the call that the girls were
ready, I led Red and Mike back to the suite.

	Woo hoo!  What a treat!  Rachel was in this top with a zig-zag
neckline that was off the shoulder on one side and occasionally gave you a
peek of her nipple on the other and a skirt slit on one side to the waist --
and no panties, naturally, and no bra for that matter.  Shannon was in
someone's wild idea of a mock schoolgirl uniform.  The blouse was a variant
on a halter, I guess -- it was white, backless, but had a shirt collar, then
the neckline plunged to below her bellybutton, as if it was an unbuttoned
shirt.  All this then finally circled her waist, low over her skirt, which
was the obligatory plaid, but was maybe nine inches long.  White nylon knee-
highs tucked into buckle shoes that were round-toed, but had two inch heels.
Cheryl was in a similar top, all in black leather, over a black leather
skirt, high heels and black nylons with the stripe up the back.  Alisha wore
a white lacy halter that draped low and loose between her breasts, but had a
white panel behind it that moderated the neckline, a black flared skirt, and
sandals with a bit of a heel and straps that ran up her calves, crossing
several times.  "We're under-dressed!" I told the guys.  The men had suit
coats, at least...  I conferred with the AI and we ended up settling up on a
nice replicated grey silk suit and a shirt and tie, delivered by transporter
along with a new pair of dress shoes.  Then I had to change before we could
move on to dinner, Rachel clucking and messing with my shirt collar while we
awaited the elevator.

	"I can't go out like this!" Shannon whined.  "It's too..."

	"Hot?" I supplied, grasping her shoulders and locking eyes with her.
"You can and you will, Sweetheart -- because you must.  I realize that you're
not used to it, but you want to look good for me, don't you?"  I pulled her
in and kissed her.  She nodded, embarrassed, when I backed off, and Rachel
went at her.

	"Come on, Shan!  You're wearing panties, right?  I don't see any
nipples!  Everything is covered, more or less!  What are you gonna do when
you have to run around in nothing but a collar and leash?"

	Shannon frowned at her.  "You're the exhibitionist, Rache!"

	"Well, you're one, too, now.  Get used to it.  You want to put your
best foot forward for our man, don't you?"

	"Yeah..." Shannon was hangdog, but game.

	Red and Cheryl had gone out in advance, so we didn't appear to be
together, and Mike and Alisha were to follow.  One thing we'd discussed while
waiting was movement back and forth between the rooms, which did not have
connecting doors.  If there was an Earth First cell that occasionally
operated in the hotel and they had members on the staff, they might have
access to hotel surveillance.  The AI reported that the hotel's network had
been penetrated and spot outages were being used to cover movements between
the rooms, but I noted that such things left their own marks.  The AI
reported that replacement footage would be dummied up and inserted, but had
two additional options, one of which was delivery of a transporter pad to the
police surveillance room and the other was replacement of a couple of
paintings on the walls of the rooms with what amounted to ultra flat-panel
video screens to allow for video conferencing between the rooms.  The plan
was for the AI to obfuscate surveillance so that a team could transport down
to our suite and install equipment there, then slip down the hall and deliver
equipment to the police standby room while we were out.  Everything seemed to
be in hand...

	Red and Cheryl were already seated when we arrived and we had to take
what we could get due to crowding.  As a result, we were on the other side of
the restaurant.  Fortunately, when Mike and Alisha arrived, they were able to
get seating two booths over.  Given the fact that the drones were up and
running, we had pretty good coverage, physical and visual.

	Rachel sat across from me in the booth, playing footsie and keeping
up a constant stream of happy chatter, distracting Shannon, who was regularly
trying to climb under my suit coat when some guy eyed her as he passed.  She
was EXTREMELY shy about the outfit she was wearing, even though everyone else
loved it.  I probably didn't help things by occasionally sliding a hand into
the gape of her blouse to cup a breast or tweak a nipple, but the intent was
that we get noticed and Shannon's squeaks of protest and embarrassment and
Rachel's titters did that.  We got some looks -- some amusement from some and
annoyance from others, generally split by sex -- but no violent reaction to
our presence or activities.

	The meal finished -- don't ask me what I had, because all I remember
of the meal is Rachel's giggles and her bare foot in my crotch and the look
and feel of Shannon's right breast -- we moved to the lounge, again as three
parties with Red and Cheryl in the lead.

	The lounge had a DJ and a band and the band was halfway decent.  We
settled into a large booth along the wall and Mike and Alisha took a table
nearby; Red and Cheryl had the primary surveillance position again while Mike
and Alisha took on close-in coverage.  I alternated trips to the dance floor
with my girls for the slow dances and took them both onto the floor for fast
ones more often than not.  Mike and Alisha were probably on the floor seventy
percent of the time that I was, but it was a short trip to exhaustion so I
throttled back in order not to appear superhuman.  They gravitated in close
regularly and after ninety minutes or so I noticed that Alisha's halter
seemed to be a lot more revealing when she would turn toward me and smile and
make her jugs jounce.  I said something to Rachel and she tittered.

	"She removed the modesty panel in that top, so now it's just loose
lace..."

	"She's certainly into the spirit of things," I muttered and Rachel
snorted, eyeing me as if I was dense.

	As we came off the floor, I muttered to Mike, "Alisha is certainly
playing her part well..."

	Mike whispered back, "I'm not sure she's playing, Scott.  Not sure at
all..."

	I was dumbfounded!  Certainly, it was a compliment.  Still, Alisha
knew, didn't she?  I hit up the AI on our private channel, 'Do the police
know my actual CAP score?'

	<You declared it to a uniformed policeman outside the restaurant
yesterday, but if there is a record, it is on paper, not electronic.  The
circumstances were such that, not having verified same, a policeman would
probably not have documented it.  The Civil Service representative who
authorized your pickup verified that you were citizen-class, but did not
relate a score.>

	'What are the chances that Alisha knows my actual score?'

	<You would probably characterize them as 'slim.'  What is the issue?>

	'She may be offering herself as a concubine.'

	<She has some excellent scores...>  The AI presented them over the
implant as a separate data stream.  <Officer Bates is also well-presented,
but there are issues...>  Cheryl's sexual preference stood out -- Mike was
right in that she was on the lesbian side of bisexual.

	'I may want to misrepresent my actual score on the low side as a
test,' I noted.

	<A sensible tactic,> the AI agreed.  <Is the woman Alisha Thorndyke
acceptable?>

	'Yes, actually.  But I'm a little concerned that I might not be picky
enough.'

	<The personal preference is important.  From a CAP perspective, your
selections to date have been excellent.  Humans tend to believe that there
are only one or two suitable mates in the pool when the fact is that the
actual pool is several magnitudes larger than the perception.  As you have
already discovered, the compatibility of your personalities is more important
than physical issues.  It is anticipated that you will have a highly
successful harem.>

	'And Alisha?'

	<Alisha Thorndyke gets along well with your current concubines and
appears to be capable of entering your harem without 'making waves,' as you
might put it.>

	Nonetheless, I linked to my girls and said, 'I'm going to tell a
little white lie.  Mike thinks that Alisha might be actually putting herself
out there.'

	'So?' was Rachel's response.  Shannon said nothing.

	'It could interfere with her ability to do her job,' I replied, 'and
get her -- and maybe us -- killed.  We can talk about her suitability later
-- I like her, but there are other fish in the sea.  I don't think it is fair
to anybody to make her an offer right now.'

	'I think Scott is right,' Shannon weighed in.  'If he offers her a
slot, she won't be a policewoman anymore for one thing.  And Scott needs to
keep his options open, too.  I like Alisha, but Scott might need something
else...'

	'Okay, I get that...' Rachel agreed.  'But when they were introduced,
you acted like you were still hunting.'

	'Damn.  Well, I'm going to tell her I lied.  We can fix it later,' I
placated, 'if it needs fixing.'  I switched to the channel that we shared
with the police and said, 'Alisha, you're doing a great job!  Too bad the guy
I'm portraying has two more slots than I actually have...'

	I watched her take the hit and roll with it.  'Thanks!  Nothing
attracts attention like already having attracted it.'

	'I agree.  Do you have any plans to add to things?' I asked.

	'I was thinking that Mike and I might have an argument over you just
after you leave and I could make a production out of chasing you down in the
lobby.'  I could almost see her kissing the dream goodbye as she added, 'Then
you can let me know you're not interested, either while waiting for the
elevator or in it or upstairs in the hallway.'

	'Okay,' I agreed.  'If I decide to be rude about it for some reason,
it's an act.  If I had the slots and my girls weren't permanent fixtures,
you'd be in the running.'

	'Thanks!'  Alisha smiled, accepting the consolation prize.

	We played it that way an hour later.  In the meantime, Alisha didn't
back off, slowly ramping things up until it looked like I was dancing with
three girls and Mike was just there, pretending to be with her on the floor.
When the time for our departure came, Cheryl and Red relocated to the lobby
and Red said, 'Here, I think.  There is a lot of traffic.'

	'Okay.'  I got the girls pointed toward the lobby and as we passed,
Alisha preened a bit.  Mike called her on it and they had a quick but highly-
visible spat, after which she hurried after us; I got to see it all on drone
surveillance while on the move.  Alisha caught up to us at the elevators.

	"Oh, Scott?" she intruded, touching my arm.  "I was wondering..."

	"What?"  I made shift to frown at her.

	"You appear to be... collecting..."  Alisha phrased it delicately,
but glanced around to see if anyone was listening.  Several people decided to
at that point.

	"In the first place, if I WERE... collecting, as you describe it, I
could not afford to be obvious about it!" I rasped.  "In the second, what
makes you think that you meet my selection criteria?"  The elevator door
opened and I muscled Rachel and Shannon forward against the outgoing traffic.
"Come along, Girls!"  I basically blocked the doors until they closed in
Alisha's face.  This allowed her to stand around unhappily awaiting the next
elevator and to look hangdog while receiving a tongue-lashing from Mike on
his arrival for 'shamelessly chasing hi-CAP guys like a slut.'  It was all
VERY well-executed.

	"You guys are troupers!" I complimented them via our new
teleconferencing rig, once we were all in our rooms.  "That was beautiful!"

	"It should go a long way toward making you a nice, fat target!" Mike
agreed.  Red and Cheryl nodded agreement.  Alisha said nothing -- it was
clear to me that she was still putting the fantasy to bed.

	"We may want to do similar with Cheryl at some point, if she can be
as convincing," I noted.  "Again, Alisha, if I WERE collecting, the real
response would have been different."

	"That's nice to know," Alisha replied wistfully.  Cheryl gave her a
look; I left things where they were.

	Mike hit me privately with, 'You know, I thought you told Bates and
Thorndyke that you were still looking?'

	'I did -- and I am -- and I hope I don't embarrass myself over it.
But I was concerned that Alisha's effectiveness might be compromised if I
showed a serious willingness to pull her in, so I'm lying through my teeth.
Let Red know, but keep it under your hat -- the official excuse is that I
didn't like Bates' attitude -- which is true.'

	"Gotcha."

	After some discussion, we decided that we would place a drone in the
hallway and one outside the windows of our suite, but that an immediate
reaction was probably not going to be forthcoming.

	"If they have an inside man," Red theorized, "he probably needs to
get to the cell.  They will need some time to investigate and set up.  We
have baited the trap, but there will probably be a delay before anyone starts
sniffing."

	I was just as happy to hear this, as I had something else on my mind
-- Shannon.  She was due her 'wedding night' -- and I planned to make
delivery!

                       ----------------------------------

	Shannon got the word when I came up behind her and slid my hands
under the open back of her top and collected her breasts.  "Bedtime..."

	Rachel picked it and Shannon's gasp up and grinned from ear to ear.
"I think I'll see what the queen beds look like," she announced, coming over
to kiss us both.

	"Thanks, Honey Bun," I muttered, grateful for her apparent lack of
jealousy.  I started peeling Shannon's clothing off her, starting with that
blouse.

	Shannon shook like a leaf -- including her voice when she gasped,
"I'm gonna pee my panties!"

	I pursed my lips.  "Okay.  Go pee and get organized.  Come out
gloriously naked with your hair let down."

	Rachel popped her head around the door facing.  "I'd better go with
her so she doesn't lose her nerve and lock herself in the bathroom!"

	"If you think it's possible..." I waved her forward.  She picked up
Shannon by the wrist and dragged her into the bathroom.

	I got undressed and got into bed and covered my erection with a
sheet.  I probably could have used my augmented hearing to decipher the
urgent conversation that went on in the bathroom, but I let the girls have
their privacy.  I did hear one clear wail, of, "I can't DO this!" but it
wasn't the end of the conversation.  Eventually, the two of them emerged from
the bathroom, Rachel basically keeping Shannon from turning and running by
placing a hand in the middle of her back and not letting her stop until she
was beside the bed.

	"Come on."  I lifted the sheet and Shannon rushed to get under it and
hide her nakedness.  I rolled half-atop her and began caressing her narrow
body while lowering my lips to hers.

	Initially, she was so rigid that she could have been made of marble,
but she thawed from the lips outward and was soon moaning into my mouth and
rubbing me back.  I took my time, moving my hand to a new location only after
the current one was thoroughly subjugated; where I had attacked her breasts
on numerous occasions, I waited this time until I owned her face, neck and
ears and came in from her flank.  She writhed at my touch, gasping; clearly,
those breasts were VERY sensitive!  After a bit of preparation with my
fingers, I broke out of the kiss and sucked in a puffy areola -- and the
nipple went SPUNG! -- growing instantly -- and Shannon cried out and arched
in a small orgasm!  After that, it seemed that her legs moved constantly,
scissoring back and forth, going from widely splayed to crossed and back
while she whined and gasped. I shifted my hand to one of her inner thighs and
that leg stopped so I could caress it -- but the other continued to move and
kick.  Her nether lips were wet with desire when I got to them, open wide and
folded back, ready for action.  I ran a finger along the soft, wet flesh that
led to her portal and she gasped and arched herself, chasing the finger.

	I took her hand and put it on my cock and she gasped, "So big!  It
will never fit!"

	"It will be fine," I disagreed.  "You'll see."

	She groaned.  "I want it, but..."  I found it odd that while she told
me of her fear, her hand tugged my cock and her legs spread themselves wide;
I had to roll on over and put my knees between her thighs as she positioned
me for penetration all the while telling me that it wouldn't fit.  It was
Shannon who rubbed my glans along her pink flesh, between her rubbery lips,
and it was Shannon who poised it at her opening -- and it was Shannon whose
portal dilated to accept me.  My glans was half inside her when she gasped,
"I think..."

	... And I took over, pressing forward, erupting through her hymen.
Shannon gasped and seized up and I stopped, but whispered, "It fits, or I
wouldn't be in this deep.  Just relax, Sweetheart, and get used to it."

	Shannon panted a bit in reaction, dealing with the pain and the fear,
and I sucked in a nipple to give her something to distract herself with.  She
groaned and arched herself and then wiggled back and forth a bit -- then
suddenly she went flat and put her feet on the bed and tilted up her pelvis
and her pussy began to swallow my cock without my assistance!  "Uuh!  Yesss!
Now!" she gasped, and I powered forward into her depths.

	If you watch much porn, you've probably seen the type -- usually in
exploited babysitter movies -- a little, skinny pint of peanuts whose pussy
nonetheless seems to be able to swallow eighteen inches of horse cock, not
only without discomfort, but with absolute relish!  I slid in to the root and
Shannon's big green eyes opened and she got this beatific expression on her
face and gasped, "Omigawd!  Wow!  Omigawd!"  And then she snapped her hips
and mashed her clit against my pubic bone and yipped," Oh, do it!  Do me!"
And SHE set the pace -- and it was brutal -- I swear!  I figured we were BOTH
going to have broken pelvises!  But she was all over it snapping that pussy
up my shaft and taking me to the root, then rolling it back down with my
withdrawal until I was almost out -- sometimes WAS out -- before slamming
back up at me, taking my down-stroke!

	Now, I know that doesn't sound like she was tight at all -- and that
would be a misconception!  When I withdrew from her, I thoroughly expected to
see her inner lining clinging to the shaft of my cock, she was so tight --
but she was awash with lubricant and somehow, we didn't stick together,
despite the pounding and her tight clutch!  When I pressed into her depths, I
felt her flower open around me, every stroke!  But you'd have thought we were
riding the Kentucky Derby -- and it wasn't clear which of us was the horse
and which was the jockey!

	That initial heat was a quick one -- probably less than two minutes!
I was totally sucked into those green eyes of hers, so I saw the moment when
they got HUGE and her smile morphed to a silent 'O' and she arched herself,
actually lifting me off the bed while impaling herself on my cock from below
-- and scratched the living shit out of my back while her pussy clamped down
on me and rippled, making up for the fact that I was hanging in the air and
could get no purchase to stroke!  Then we were back in contact with the
mattress and her ankles were crossed over my lower back and she was humping
my cock to beat the band, literally hanging from me!

	After a moment, she let go and fell back and I was momentarily
unplugged, but she got her feet under her and raised her pussy into position
and we were cycling again, this time, not hammering as much, things moving a
lot smoother.  I was still looking for her cervix on every stroke and she was
still actively helping -- it was just more of a camshaft action than a
jackhammer.  She would snap her pussy upward and take me to the root and then
rotate downward to drag her clit against the top of my shaft as I went into
reverse, then roll it back up as I hit the back end and came powering
forward.  She was quiet, merely panting and emitting soft moans -- the wet
slap of our crotches impacting each other was louder -- but her eyes were
alight and her smile was an infectious thing that made me grin back at her
like a fool!  She was radiant and flushed pink from her hairline to her puffy
nipples, her nostrils distended from her pants as we continued to cycle --
but then I saw that open-mouthed look of surprise again...

	This time, she had her fingers laced behind my neck, which saved me
from getting scratched, but put serious stress on my neck as she hung off me
after the initial surge.  I admit to not really noticing it that much, though
-- she had me buried deep and was milking me and my cock proceeded to swell
and spew a pint of baby milk deep into her clutching vagina!  I ended up
going a little insane and rearing vertical, carrying her with me and ramming
her, impaling her, going absolutely as deep inside her as possible, using her
weight against her -- not that there was that much of it.  She was utterly
silent -- but her facial expression SCREAMED out her joy!

	Then we relaxed -- well, sort of, given the fact that I was sitting
on my haunches with Shannon sitting on my cock, her legs wrapped around my
waist.  It was a totally different woman who leaned up and kissed me hungrily
then -- the shy wallflower totally replaced by a happy, elven urchin who
cuddled herself to me and sucked my tongue and seemingly bore no resemblance
whatever to the shy, fearful creature who had nervously slid under the sheets
beside me a half-hour before.

	"That was AWESOME!" she purred, caressing my cheek.  "Absolutely
AWESOME!"

	I couldn't have agreed more!

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