Bound Together (43 page)
Authors: Marie Coulson
“
Well there was the beer
and Eric gave her some of his bourbon. Oh and Nick helped her
polish off an entire bottle of Tequila.” My head snapped round at
him and I stalked over furious and prodded him in the chest. “You
let her drink all that!? Are you crazy!? Jesus Christ Ollie she’s a
tiny little woman she could have got alcohol poisoning! How could
you be so irresponsible?” Amy groaned and I hurriedly checked her
over making sure she hadn’t passed out. A slight smile grazed her
lips and I exhaled loudly with relief. “You really are a totally
stupid dick sometimes Ollie. You’re supposed to be her
friend.”
“
I did try and stop her!
Have you ever tried to stop Amy once she’s on a roll? It’d be
easier getting a junkie to let go of his crack pipe. She’s fucking
impossible. Besides, Nick was taking care of her. They disappeared
into the bathroom for like thirty minutes. I’m not her fucking
keeper Layla.”
Jared chuckled and I
glared at him in warning. He was enjoying my argument with Ollie a
little too much and I wasn’t in the mood for his snide jokes or
comments. “Just get her home, fast, so I can take care of her
properly like a friend is supposed to.”
Jared shook his head. “I
don’t understand how she was even able to get served all that
alcohol.”
I knew how. “Amy has two
weapons in her arsenal. One, get Nick who is twenty-one years old
to buy it for her or two, flash enough cleavage and skin at Greg,
the twenty-three year old bartender, so that he gets all flushed
and serves her.” He gave me a disapproving look. “No, I don’t
drink. So stop giving me
that
look. I do not go flashing at bartenders to get
served.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “Good
girl.”
Oh, sweet, mercy. Those
two words had the distinct ability to make me clench on
demand.
Heaving Amy through our
bedroom door, Ollie and Jared groaned as she drooped and slid from
their arms and onto her bed. I sighed with exhaustion, knowing that
I was in for a restless night while taking care of her. I was still
pissed at Ollie for allowing her to get into that state but I had
to agree, when Amy set her mind to something, she was hell bent on
doing it. Kneeling beside her bed, I brushed the hair from her face
and rubbed my thumb over her cheek, removing a dried up piece of
burrito in the process. Ollie snorted behind me and I shot him an
irritated look. Jared had taken it upon himself to get comfortable
and was lying on my bed staring at him. “You two should go, I need
to get her undressed and I don’t think, if she was conscious or
sober, she’d appreciate an audience.” Glancing first at me, then
back to Ollie, Jared shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll
step outside while you see to her but I’m staying right here all
night in case you need help.”
I’d heard his words but I
could also hear everything he wasn’t saying. Still aiming his
daggers at Ollie, Jared wasn’t giving him the privilege or the
opportunity to be alone with me tonight. Fed up with the tension
between them and mentally and emotionally exhausted I snapped.
Marching over to Ollie who was leaning against the open door and
watching Jared with an icy stare I turned him around and pushed him
all the way to his own door. “Layla what are you doing? I’m not
leaving you and Amy alone with him. He looks like he might murder
someone. You see the look in his eyes?”
“
Yes
Ollie,
you
put it there. The person he will kill is you! You’ve been
purposely overstepping the boundaries all night just to wind him up
and you’ve finally succeeded. Thanks a billion for that! Just go to
bed and I’ll talk to you in the morning.” Turning to face me he
raised his hands defensively. “Alright, alright I can take a hint.
God, lover boy sure looks pissed huh?” He stifled a laugh but I
wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.
“
Ollie shut up. God
you’re determined to make this hard for me, aren’t
you?”
“
That’s what I should be
saying to you isn’t it?” Groaning with frustration I opened his
door and shoved him into his room. He stumbled backwards and gave
me a playful grin, wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
Rolling my eyes, I exhaled loudly. “Goodnight Oliver. Oh, and happy
birthday.” Closing the door before he could say anything else, I
chewed on my bottom lip anxiously as I headed back into my
room.
Jared’s expression was
fierce. Striding over, he slammed the door behind me. “I mean it
Layla, one more fucking stunt like that and I’m going to kill him.
The only reason he’s still breathing is because I promised you that
tonight I would be civil and control my temper. The moment this
night is over all bets are off and his ass is mine if he so much as
breathes on you. I’m serious Layla. I will not have that fucking
little monkey trying to climb my tree! You’re mine and he needs to
get used to it.” I giggled. “Your tree? The only wood around here
usually comes from you. Seriously Jared, you need to stop worrying
about Ollie. He’s just pushing your buttons and the more you rise
to it, the more he’ll do it. Relax. I’m all
yours
.” Pressing my body against
his, I grazed my hands over his broad chest and over his shoulders.
My mouth partially open I breathed heavily, my chest rising and
falling, pushing my breasts into his muscular pecs. He swallowed
hard as my favorite pleasure toy sprung to attention against my
thigh. I liked teasing him; it made me feel powerful, sexy and
tempting. My hands slid around to his back and I gently dragged my
nails over his thin cotton shirt, down either side of his spine. He
gasped as I gripped his buttocks tightly in my hands.
Amy snorted and I cast my
eye back to discover that she was snoring loudly. There was no way
I was going to get her undressed, now that she was officially
passed out cold. I turned my attention back to the hot piece of ass
I had currently grasped in my hands. His eyes darkened and I knew
he wanted me, right there, urgently and passionately. I felt
exactly the same and as a low growl escaped his lips my insides
clenched deliciously. Lifting me up, he wrapped my legs around his
waist and kissed me fervently, pulling off my shoes and supporting
my back with the other hand. Kicking open the bathroom door he
carried me in and backed into the door, closing it behind us. My
mouth covered his as I rocked and writhed in his arms, rubbing
myself against him. His tongue thrashed and rolled around my mouth
and I could taste the bitter remainder of bourbon in his
kiss.
Returning me to my feet,
he made light work of my clothes; tearing them from my body,
leaving me in only my Victoria’s Secret lace bra and panties as I
hurriedly unbuckled his jeans and pulled down his zipper. They hung
loosely on his hips as I fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate
to run my hands over his hot caramel flesh. Backing away, I leaned
against the cold porcelain basin and devoured him with my eyes.
Pulling the cuffs of his shirt over his hands, he tossed it on the
floor as his eyes travelled from my face all the way to my toes,
lingering a while on the hefty curves of my breasts. I gazed at the
deep V at his hips that led temptingly into his shorts. They really
were becoming one of my favorite parts of his body. The tables
turned and now I was the predator and he my prey. Gracefully, I
stalked around him, licking my lips as my eyes roamed over his
exquisite physique. Dipping my fingers into the back of his jeans,
I slowly slipped my fingertips into the waist line of his shorts
while hooking my thumbs through the loops in his pants. In one
quick move, I sank to my feet behind him and pulled them down in
one swoop. I gasped as my eyes came face to face with
my name
.
Mouth wide open, I rose
to my feet and walked around to face him.
“
I see you found my
little surprise.”
How could I miss it?! How
did I miss it in the tub earlier today? He’d been sitting behind me
and when he’d climbed out so quickly he’d faced me, shielding it
from view, so this was a total shock.
“
Do you like
it?”
Words failed me as I
continued to stand there, gawking at him. “I got it in New York. An
old college buddy of mine has a shop there and I had him do it.” I
shook my head in amazement and quickly turned him around to look at
it again almost unable to believe what I was seeing. Right there,
carved into the flesh of his left buttock, was my name. The elegant
and stylish lettering was deeply black against his perfect skin and
part of me was mortified that he had permanently etched my name
into his body while the other was thrilled. It was like a public
declaration of his love for me except a little less public and a
little more under-cover.
“
Why?” The question left
my lips before I’d even thought about what the answer might be.
Facing me he chuckled. “It was something you said actually,
something about me owning your ass. So, now you literally own mine
too.”
I pressed my hand over my
mouth, still unable to absorb the shock of my discovery. A muffled
laugh escaped my mouth, stifled by my hand.
“
Do you like
it?”
Grinning I gazed up at
him seeing the happiness, hope and humor in his eyes as he stared
back at me. “Like it? I freaking love it! In fact I think I need a
better look. Turn around.” Stepping out of his pants and shorts he
turned his back to me and leaned into his hip. Dropping to my knees
I ran my fingertips over the beautiful lettering and smiled as
goose bumps appeared over his smooth skin. Teasingly I dragged my
nails over the ink before sinking my teeth into the flesh around
it. My persistent urge to bite into Jared’s flesh was so
disturbing, it was bordering on
odaxelagnia, my own biting fetish.
“
Hey, behave yourself
back there! I’m still a little sore. You carry on like that and
I’ll make your own ass so sore you won’t sit for a week.” Rising to
my feet I turned him to face me and grinned wickedly.
“Promise?”
Catching my hands in his
he held them tightly in his palm as he ripped the belt from his
jeans that were lying on the floor. Holding my wrists together
firmly, he began to secure the leather around them. Once satisfied
that I was adequately restrained, he drove me back against the door
and lifted my bound hands over my head. “Don’t. Move.” His voice
was forceful and the anticipation of what he was about to do to me
was overwhelming. Surrendering control to Jared was thrilling and
surprisingly easy for me to do. Having never lost control in my
life, this was a new experience for me; just as it had been with
the red satin ribbon in the bedroom, my body became a hot, lust
filled and chaotic mess. His hands trailed down my arms slowly,
tickling my skin as they glided downwards to my breasts. His
fingertips traced the lines of my cleavage before snaking around my
back and releasing the clasp. With my hands bound together, it
would be impossible for him to remove my bra; or so I thought.
Gripping the straps tightly, he ripped the delicate material from
my skin. I feigned incense. “Mr. Garrett, did you know that was my
favorite bra? It was a sexy gift from my lover. I’m appalled that
you have now destroyed it.” Grasping my breasts, he massaged
tenderly as he pressed me harder against the door. “I’m a man of
little patience Layla. I’ll buy you a hundred of the little things
plus lots, lots more. Now keep still.”
Still holding my hands
stretched high above my head I wriggled as his hands left my
breasts and moved achingly slowly across my stomach, before
skimming over the curve of my hips to my panties. Pinning me
against the door, he slid his thumbs into the waistline of the
garment and pushed them down so that they glided silkily over my
thighs to the floor. Pulling me to him, he wrapped one strong
muscular arm around my waist and lifted me slightly off the floor,
brushing my lace panties away with his foot. I giggled as my back
slid up the door and my bound hands almost touched the low ceiling.
Grinning at me Jared kissed me, instantly silencing my laughter.
His lips were so soft they reminded me of silk as they pressed
lovingly against mine.
A rush of emotion washed
over me and without thinking I lowered my arms around his head.
Pulling away and releasing me he licked his lips and lowered his
head, shaking it slowly. “I told you to stay still. Come here to me
Layla.” Cautiously, I walked over to him. His eyes were full of
sensual promise and it left me wonderfully exhilarated. My body was
scorching hot with arousal. An aching throb had settled between my
legs and I was desperate for him to relieve me of the pleasurable
clenching inside. My clit was hyper sensitive and as I walked, the
friction between my legs was blissful. I stood perfectly still in
front of him. We’d both confessed to not being into S&M but
somehow I’d submitted to him entirely, without even noticing. My
hands were tied and I obeyed his every command, eager for the kinky
and erotic pleasures he had in store for me. He’d introduced me
into a whole new world of sexual satisfaction and I was hungry for
more.
His lips and tip of his
tongue grazed my jaw, barely touching my wanting and warm skin. I
whimpered in frustration. I needed his hands, lips and body on
mine. I wanted him deep inside me filling me to the brim with his
milky white love potion. “Put your hands on the edge of the sink
and bend over.” My heart skipped a beat at the promise in his
words. I wanted to please him, entice and arouse him and as I
leaned over the porcelain, I could feel his erection pressing hard
into my behind. He was as solid as a rock and I wanted nothing more
than to turn around, grab him and suck on my favorite Jared
flavored popsicle. But the look in his eyes kept me motionless as
they gazed at me in the mirror. Bending over me, he whispered in my
ear. His hot breath made me hitch a breath of my own and my
heartbeat raced. “Remember baby, coffee, anytime.” The safe word!
What was he going to do? Why would I need it? I suddenly felt a
little apprehensive but reminding myself that I was with a man that
loved me right through to my bones, I tried to calm myself by
taking a deep breath. “It’ll be ok. You trust me?” I nodded weakly.
Inside, I was scalding hot with fiery excitement and
expectancy.
Well there was the beer
and Eric gave her some of his bourbon. Oh and Nick helped her
polish off an entire bottle of Tequila.” My head snapped round at
him and I stalked over furious and prodded him in the chest. “You
let her drink all that!? Are you crazy!? Jesus Christ Ollie she’s a
tiny little woman she could have got alcohol poisoning! How could
you be so irresponsible?” Amy groaned and I hurriedly checked her
over making sure she hadn’t passed out. A slight smile grazed her
lips and I exhaled loudly with relief. “You really are a totally
stupid dick sometimes Ollie. You’re supposed to be her
friend.”
“
I did try and stop her!
Have you ever tried to stop Amy once she’s on a roll? It’d be
easier getting a junkie to let go of his crack pipe. She’s fucking
impossible. Besides, Nick was taking care of her. They disappeared
into the bathroom for like thirty minutes. I’m not her fucking
keeper Layla.”
Jared chuckled and I
glared at him in warning. He was enjoying my argument with Ollie a
little too much and I wasn’t in the mood for his snide jokes or
comments. “Just get her home, fast, so I can take care of her
properly like a friend is supposed to.”
Jared shook his head. “I
don’t understand how she was even able to get served all that
alcohol.”
I knew how. “Amy has two
weapons in her arsenal. One, get Nick who is twenty-one years old
to buy it for her or two, flash enough cleavage and skin at Greg,
the twenty-three year old bartender, so that he gets all flushed
and serves her.” He gave me a disapproving look. “No, I don’t
drink. So stop giving me
that
look. I do not go flashing at bartenders to get
served.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “Good
girl.”
Oh, sweet, mercy. Those
two words had the distinct ability to make me clench on
demand.
Heaving Amy through our
bedroom door, Ollie and Jared groaned as she drooped and slid from
their arms and onto her bed. I sighed with exhaustion, knowing that
I was in for a restless night while taking care of her. I was still
pissed at Ollie for allowing her to get into that state but I had
to agree, when Amy set her mind to something, she was hell bent on
doing it. Kneeling beside her bed, I brushed the hair from her face
and rubbed my thumb over her cheek, removing a dried up piece of
burrito in the process. Ollie snorted behind me and I shot him an
irritated look. Jared had taken it upon himself to get comfortable
and was lying on my bed staring at him. “You two should go, I need
to get her undressed and I don’t think, if she was conscious or
sober, she’d appreciate an audience.” Glancing first at me, then
back to Ollie, Jared shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll
step outside while you see to her but I’m staying right here all
night in case you need help.”
I’d heard his words but I
could also hear everything he wasn’t saying. Still aiming his
daggers at Ollie, Jared wasn’t giving him the privilege or the
opportunity to be alone with me tonight. Fed up with the tension
between them and mentally and emotionally exhausted I snapped.
Marching over to Ollie who was leaning against the open door and
watching Jared with an icy stare I turned him around and pushed him
all the way to his own door. “Layla what are you doing? I’m not
leaving you and Amy alone with him. He looks like he might murder
someone. You see the look in his eyes?”
“
Yes
Ollie,
you
put it there. The person he will kill is you! You’ve been
purposely overstepping the boundaries all night just to wind him up
and you’ve finally succeeded. Thanks a billion for that! Just go to
bed and I’ll talk to you in the morning.” Turning to face me he
raised his hands defensively. “Alright, alright I can take a hint.
God, lover boy sure looks pissed huh?” He stifled a laugh but I
wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.
“
Ollie shut up. God
you’re determined to make this hard for me, aren’t
you?”
“
That’s what I should be
saying to you isn’t it?” Groaning with frustration I opened his
door and shoved him into his room. He stumbled backwards and gave
me a playful grin, wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
Rolling my eyes, I exhaled loudly. “Goodnight Oliver. Oh, and happy
birthday.” Closing the door before he could say anything else, I
chewed on my bottom lip anxiously as I headed back into my
room.
Jared’s expression was
fierce. Striding over, he slammed the door behind me. “I mean it
Layla, one more fucking stunt like that and I’m going to kill him.
The only reason he’s still breathing is because I promised you that
tonight I would be civil and control my temper. The moment this
night is over all bets are off and his ass is mine if he so much as
breathes on you. I’m serious Layla. I will not have that fucking
little monkey trying to climb my tree! You’re mine and he needs to
get used to it.” I giggled. “Your tree? The only wood around here
usually comes from you. Seriously Jared, you need to stop worrying
about Ollie. He’s just pushing your buttons and the more you rise
to it, the more he’ll do it. Relax. I’m all
yours
.” Pressing my body against
his, I grazed my hands over his broad chest and over his shoulders.
My mouth partially open I breathed heavily, my chest rising and
falling, pushing my breasts into his muscular pecs. He swallowed
hard as my favorite pleasure toy sprung to attention against my
thigh. I liked teasing him; it made me feel powerful, sexy and
tempting. My hands slid around to his back and I gently dragged my
nails over his thin cotton shirt, down either side of his spine. He
gasped as I gripped his buttocks tightly in my hands.
Amy snorted and I cast my
eye back to discover that she was snoring loudly. There was no way
I was going to get her undressed, now that she was officially
passed out cold. I turned my attention back to the hot piece of ass
I had currently grasped in my hands. His eyes darkened and I knew
he wanted me, right there, urgently and passionately. I felt
exactly the same and as a low growl escaped his lips my insides
clenched deliciously. Lifting me up, he wrapped my legs around his
waist and kissed me fervently, pulling off my shoes and supporting
my back with the other hand. Kicking open the bathroom door he
carried me in and backed into the door, closing it behind us. My
mouth covered his as I rocked and writhed in his arms, rubbing
myself against him. His tongue thrashed and rolled around my mouth
and I could taste the bitter remainder of bourbon in his
kiss.
Returning me to my feet,
he made light work of my clothes; tearing them from my body,
leaving me in only my Victoria’s Secret lace bra and panties as I
hurriedly unbuckled his jeans and pulled down his zipper. They hung
loosely on his hips as I fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate
to run my hands over his hot caramel flesh. Backing away, I leaned
against the cold porcelain basin and devoured him with my eyes.
Pulling the cuffs of his shirt over his hands, he tossed it on the
floor as his eyes travelled from my face all the way to my toes,
lingering a while on the hefty curves of my breasts. I gazed at the
deep V at his hips that led temptingly into his shorts. They really
were becoming one of my favorite parts of his body. The tables
turned and now I was the predator and he my prey. Gracefully, I
stalked around him, licking my lips as my eyes roamed over his
exquisite physique. Dipping my fingers into the back of his jeans,
I slowly slipped my fingertips into the waist line of his shorts
while hooking my thumbs through the loops in his pants. In one
quick move, I sank to my feet behind him and pulled them down in
one swoop. I gasped as my eyes came face to face with
my name
.
Mouth wide open, I rose
to my feet and walked around to face him.
“
I see you found my
little surprise.”
How could I miss it?! How
did I miss it in the tub earlier today? He’d been sitting behind me
and when he’d climbed out so quickly he’d faced me, shielding it
from view, so this was a total shock.
“
Do you like
it?”
Words failed me as I
continued to stand there, gawking at him. “I got it in New York. An
old college buddy of mine has a shop there and I had him do it.” I
shook my head in amazement and quickly turned him around to look at
it again almost unable to believe what I was seeing. Right there,
carved into the flesh of his left buttock, was my name. The elegant
and stylish lettering was deeply black against his perfect skin and
part of me was mortified that he had permanently etched my name
into his body while the other was thrilled. It was like a public
declaration of his love for me except a little less public and a
little more under-cover.
“
Why?” The question left
my lips before I’d even thought about what the answer might be.
Facing me he chuckled. “It was something you said actually,
something about me owning your ass. So, now you literally own mine
too.”
I pressed my hand over my
mouth, still unable to absorb the shock of my discovery. A muffled
laugh escaped my mouth, stifled by my hand.
“
Do you like
it?”
Grinning I gazed up at
him seeing the happiness, hope and humor in his eyes as he stared
back at me. “Like it? I freaking love it! In fact I think I need a
better look. Turn around.” Stepping out of his pants and shorts he
turned his back to me and leaned into his hip. Dropping to my knees
I ran my fingertips over the beautiful lettering and smiled as
goose bumps appeared over his smooth skin. Teasingly I dragged my
nails over the ink before sinking my teeth into the flesh around
it. My persistent urge to bite into Jared’s flesh was so
disturbing, it was bordering on
odaxelagnia, my own biting fetish.
“
Hey, behave yourself
back there! I’m still a little sore. You carry on like that and
I’ll make your own ass so sore you won’t sit for a week.” Rising to
my feet I turned him to face me and grinned wickedly.
“Promise?”
Catching my hands in his
he held them tightly in his palm as he ripped the belt from his
jeans that were lying on the floor. Holding my wrists together
firmly, he began to secure the leather around them. Once satisfied
that I was adequately restrained, he drove me back against the door
and lifted my bound hands over my head. “Don’t. Move.” His voice
was forceful and the anticipation of what he was about to do to me
was overwhelming. Surrendering control to Jared was thrilling and
surprisingly easy for me to do. Having never lost control in my
life, this was a new experience for me; just as it had been with
the red satin ribbon in the bedroom, my body became a hot, lust
filled and chaotic mess. His hands trailed down my arms slowly,
tickling my skin as they glided downwards to my breasts. His
fingertips traced the lines of my cleavage before snaking around my
back and releasing the clasp. With my hands bound together, it
would be impossible for him to remove my bra; or so I thought.
Gripping the straps tightly, he ripped the delicate material from
my skin. I feigned incense. “Mr. Garrett, did you know that was my
favorite bra? It was a sexy gift from my lover. I’m appalled that
you have now destroyed it.” Grasping my breasts, he massaged
tenderly as he pressed me harder against the door. “I’m a man of
little patience Layla. I’ll buy you a hundred of the little things
plus lots, lots more. Now keep still.”
Still holding my hands
stretched high above my head I wriggled as his hands left my
breasts and moved achingly slowly across my stomach, before
skimming over the curve of my hips to my panties. Pinning me
against the door, he slid his thumbs into the waistline of the
garment and pushed them down so that they glided silkily over my
thighs to the floor. Pulling me to him, he wrapped one strong
muscular arm around my waist and lifted me slightly off the floor,
brushing my lace panties away with his foot. I giggled as my back
slid up the door and my bound hands almost touched the low ceiling.
Grinning at me Jared kissed me, instantly silencing my laughter.
His lips were so soft they reminded me of silk as they pressed
lovingly against mine.
A rush of emotion washed
over me and without thinking I lowered my arms around his head.
Pulling away and releasing me he licked his lips and lowered his
head, shaking it slowly. “I told you to stay still. Come here to me
Layla.” Cautiously, I walked over to him. His eyes were full of
sensual promise and it left me wonderfully exhilarated. My body was
scorching hot with arousal. An aching throb had settled between my
legs and I was desperate for him to relieve me of the pleasurable
clenching inside. My clit was hyper sensitive and as I walked, the
friction between my legs was blissful. I stood perfectly still in
front of him. We’d both confessed to not being into S&M but
somehow I’d submitted to him entirely, without even noticing. My
hands were tied and I obeyed his every command, eager for the kinky
and erotic pleasures he had in store for me. He’d introduced me
into a whole new world of sexual satisfaction and I was hungry for
more.
His lips and tip of his
tongue grazed my jaw, barely touching my wanting and warm skin. I
whimpered in frustration. I needed his hands, lips and body on
mine. I wanted him deep inside me filling me to the brim with his
milky white love potion. “Put your hands on the edge of the sink
and bend over.” My heart skipped a beat at the promise in his
words. I wanted to please him, entice and arouse him and as I
leaned over the porcelain, I could feel his erection pressing hard
into my behind. He was as solid as a rock and I wanted nothing more
than to turn around, grab him and suck on my favorite Jared
flavored popsicle. But the look in his eyes kept me motionless as
they gazed at me in the mirror. Bending over me, he whispered in my
ear. His hot breath made me hitch a breath of my own and my
heartbeat raced. “Remember baby, coffee, anytime.” The safe word!
What was he going to do? Why would I need it? I suddenly felt a
little apprehensive but reminding myself that I was with a man that
loved me right through to my bones, I tried to calm myself by
taking a deep breath. “It’ll be ok. You trust me?” I nodded weakly.
Inside, I was scalding hot with fiery excitement and
expectancy.
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