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PostThe Budding Authors Thread (romantic fiction, with ratings)
by Garth » Mon Sep 21, 2009 2:52 pm

Sam_Seed wrote:I've got a fair bit of spare time at work nowadays and I was thinking that perhaps I should write a book. What I'd really like to write is romantic fiction, y'know that Mills and Boon type stuff, as I'd imagine it's really easy to write and will sell really well.

So what I'd like you all to do is post examples/bits of romantic fiction which I may be able to use in my upcoming opus. If it is used I will of course give you credit and a small percentage of my fee. 8)

Remember because it's for wimmin and we're on GR we can't be having any BAD language or lewdness.

As an example of what I'm looking for, please see below.

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Gavin wrote:Image

Here's one I like.


Sam_Seed wrote:
He approached her silently, he was the fox and she was his prey. He could barely contain his excitement, his undewear by George chaffed on his throbbing phallus.

"It's rather hot in here isn't it, Miriam?"

She turned her head and smiled, acknowledging his small talk.

"It is rather isn't it?"

And with that he control himself no longer,

"Well madam I suggest I relieve you of all your clothes then"

His hand reached for her blouse, he felt the touch of her naked flesh on his finger, and he could control himself no longer.

Suddenly all his pent up frustration was gone.

"Would you excuse me, Miriam?" he said as he walked gingerly to the toilets.



I started off well, but peaked too soon.


Stu wrote:
He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing images that were not his own and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better.

His only guide on his journey was Chardonnay, a sexy young blonde with very pert points that only Dirk could see, hear and sometimes touch.....


Well that's the intro over...

We join the action midway through chapter 3,

Dirk had found himself in the body of a female Amazoian woman on the planet "Lady Thong". He had found himself quite amazed by all the sexy ladies wondering around completely naked on such a sexy location.


I'll think of some more later.


Sam_Seed wrote::idea:

Oooh, I've just thought of an idea. It's about a woman who's a virgin and discovers she's only got eighthours to live. She makes a decision to spend those eighthours in coital bliss.


BTW, it isn't some sort of smutty sex book. It's going to be a sensitive tale of woman who's had a sheltered life and then has a sexual awakening. Which liberates her from the oppressive Amish village she's living in.


Commander Jameson wrote:The glistening flanks of the of the powerful colt felt strong and powerful against Savannah's soft, creamy thighs. She was breathless after the gallop across the open fields, and reined in the strong, magnificent beast. She looked out across the rolling farmland in front of her, spring flowers bloomed with hints of blue and red, a breeze whispered through the long grass.

Suddenly, she had the feeling of being observed. Quickly, she glanced over her shoulder and her chest heaved as her heart fluttered at the sight of the tall, tanned, bare-chested man strolling purposefully through the dew-jewelled grass towards her...


Gavin wrote:...She felt a little light-headed as her guts spilled out from her anus, and Jim's chuckle echoed eerily behind her as new visions erupted in her peripheral view, the likes of which she had never seen. As Angels flew closer to her in vice-like formation, she fell uncontrollably down; deep, dark pits of faceless cats crouched low and close with their hind quarters in the air to give the impression they were ready to receive an out of view influx of pain. She knew this wasn't going to end well, but what with being a woman, a scintillatingly trippy and horrific demise was surely preferable to all the dishes and clothes she washed, and the meals she cooked. Like what women do.

'I love you,' purred Jim.

'Mmmrpph. Uuuuuurrrggh. Tonka,' breeped Moira.


An extract from The Sweeping Rein of Pink Sock.


LewisD wrote:
..He waited, in the bushes. With eyes like needles, focused on her.
Feeling the cold winter wind brushing past his naked crotch, he slowly proceeded forwards.

Ginger thought she could hear something, but told herself it was nothing, probably just some birds in the trees above.

She had a longing for her husband.. fighting in Africa, she needed him to satisfy her. She was lonely, she wanted to feel her heartbeat in her warm, inviting vagina. She wanted to feel his length inside of her, penetrating her soul.

Jeremy, meanwhile, watched from behind a rosebush.
Seeing his moment, he could no longer contain his, pure, animal like sexual urges. Seeing red, he could sense her anxiety, he had to do it now.

He had to satisfy himself!

Just then, Ginger felt a great whack on the back of her head, and proceeded to pass out.
Jeremy wasted no time in pounding her until he achieved his goal.

Ginger awoke several hours later and, horrified, went to the police....


Somewhat more of a darker romantic novel, but I find the romance is still there.


Sam_Seed wrote:
8:29. It had been precisely fifteen minutes since she heard the revelation she would die in 8 hours. News which had left her numb and angry. How could god forsake her like this? She was in her prime, she'd never been touched, she was pure and now she was to die. Untouched. She who had not indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. THIS WASN'T FAIR. She wouldn't just defy Amish convention, she would go way beyond what was socially acceptable, she had been betrayed by GOD, she would embrace the devil.


Early paragraph from Eighthours of bliss (working title)


Burlappens little hat wrote:
LewisD wrote:
..He waited, in the bushes. With eyes like needles, focused on her.
Feeling the cold winter wind brushing past his naked crotch, he slowly proceeded forwards.

Ginger thought she could hear something, but told herself it was nothing, probably just some birds in the trees above.

She had a longing for her husband.. fighting in Africa, she needed him to satisfy her. She was lonely, she wanted to feel her heartbeat in her warm, inviting vagina. She wanted to feel his length inside of her, penetrating her soul.

Jeremy, meanwhile, watched from behind a rosebush.
Seeing his moment, he could no longer contain his, pure, animal like sexual urges. Seeing red, he could sense her anxiety, he had to do it now.

He had to satisfy himself!

Just then, Ginger felt a great whack on the back of her head, and proceeded to pass out.
Jeremy wasted no time in pounding her until he achieved his goal.

Ginger awoke several hours later and, horrified, went to the police....


Somewhat more of a darker romantic novel, but I find the romance is still there.


:lol:

Jeremy crept into maudes chamber by the light of a candle. Maude slept soundly, her bosoms heaving underneath her...pantaloons, or something.
Placing the candle on the nightstand, Jeremy silently used his ye olde ninja abilities to deftly climb onto the bed, before dropping his pantaloons down to his ankles. The curry he ate at luncheon is doing its work now, as his stomach begins to rumble, Jeremy romantically squats over Maudes breasts, and..


karlprof wrote:She shiverred and purred softly as his fist entered her codfish. Soon he was in to the forearm...


Stu wrote:
Finally Dirk had found himself alone,

"At last!!!", he shouted.

Being trapped in a beautiful body of a lady; the torture of keeping self control had finally got to Dirk. He couldn't wait any longer. The silky night gown slipped effortlessly off Dirk's smooth thighs and a moment of pure freedom had overwhelmed him.

He fell back onto the queen sized bed and wondered where his hands should venture first. To his surprise and delight, the ceiling was in fact a huge mirror and Dirk could see every piece of his tingling pale flesh.

The sensation of what was to come was all too much too Dirk. As he stared at his own reflection. his eyes wandered down to the lower regions were he spread the very sexy long legs apart and gawped at his massive axe wound.

He wasn't sure where to start, so a gentle rythmic tapping on the pulsing pink slips in tune to his favourite song "We will rock you" was the order of the day. Dirk had certainly never felt anything like this before. It occurred to him and women really do have it better.

Then all of a sudden, Nazi guards stormed the room and took him back to Bennidorm.

The end


Commander Jameson wrote:
Sam_Seed wrote:
8:29. It had been precisely fifteen minutes since she heard the revelation she would die in 8 hours. News which had left her numb and angry. How could god forsake her like this? She was in her prime, she'd never been touched, she was pure and now she was to die. Untouched. She who had not indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. THIS WASN'T FAIR. She wouldn't just defy Amish convention, she would go way beyond what was socially acceptable, she had been betrayed by GOD, she would embrace the devil.


Early paragraph from Eighthours of bliss (working title)

8.33. She tapped gently on the door. She had met Max in the corridor of their adjoining apartments many times before. The cool breeze blowing up the stair will raised goose-bumps on her supple, shapely legs. She felt slightly foolish dressed in ther winter overcoat in the middle of July, but modestly prevented her from standing in a public place wearing nothing but a hungry expression. Max opened the door. He had obviously just showered, as he had what could only be described as a flannel covering his engorged modesty...


karlprof wrote:
-Earl Grey- wrote:He whisked off her shoes and panties in one movement. Her body felt like it was on fire, although the room was properly air-conditioned. They did all the positions: on top, doggy and normal.


That's quite possibly the most erotic story I have ever read.


Sam_Seed wrote:I'm being a tad pretentious in by book Eighthours of bliss by only referring to the main protagonist as "she". Can't really think of a name though.


9:29 - He was a chocolate coloured adonis. She purred as she ran her finger down his glistening torso. Her gusset was positively seeping with her excitement.

"What's your name?" she enquired,

"Bubba" he replied. "Well Bubba, I want you to take me and ravish me any which way you want"

Bubba's quivered with excitement,

"Anyway?"

"Yes, Bubba"

They couldn't get to the hotel room quick enough, in no time at all she was face down in the pillow. She felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, she recalled this feeling before when she'd finally had a movement after been constipated for five days. She bounced on the bed for what seemed like an eternity when suddenly she heard the words

"Here comes da pain" and then the feint noise of a "EEEEyore"

She felt a searing pain at the back of neck and then it was gone, all that was remaining was darkness.


-Earl Grey- wrote:With his erect shaft poised and already poking out of his Clavin Klein boxers, he ripped off her underclothes for easy access to her genitals. His heart was beating really fast as he caught his first sight of a vulva since he was a kid playing doctor with his sister and that. He reached towards and had a feel - it was like a pleasing pork pie or other normally cold meat product that had been put in the microwave on 'medium-low' for about 2 minutes. He found his mouth naturally drawn towards the pulsing mound. It tasted gross, though so after spitting out the juices decided to bend her over and just shove it right up there. He ejaculated in about 3 seconds but he didn't care. He knew that neither of them would ever forget that night as long as they lived.


Petrocelli wrote:
Natalie, perched daintily atop the hay bale, let the sadness wash over her. Wed 6 months previously, she had begun to doubt whether Sebastian was indeed her soulmate, her lover, her friend, or even a man. On the eve of her wedding, she had whispered excitedly to her bridesmaids about finally allowing Sebastian to plough her sacred beanfield. But when the night came, Natalie was disappointed as Sebastian left her alone, preferring a night of rufty tufty and pipe smoking with his ever-present German pal, Gunther.

Her older sister, Jane, had once told her about the night she lost her flower and ever since Natalie had longed to follow in her sisters footsteps, albeit with a man rather than an Alsatian (although Jane still insisted that the family pet knew more of her heart than any man could). And yet, in the six months she had been married, Sebastian had not so much as kissed her claiming that it was a vile tradition, unworthy of their upper class heritage. Strangely however, Sebastian did not exercise the same kind of restraint when greeting Gunther, often letting his tongue drape over the Teutonic giant's lips as they embraced. "One must respect the customs of our European neighbours," he insisted.

As she sat in the barn considering her predicament, a tear ran slowly down her face, onto her neck, finally settling on the soft, milky white velvet of her ample cleavage. Whimpering soflty, she was suddenly alerted to a noise behind her. Turning quickly, Natalie was confronted by Moses, the barrel-chested Geordie stable boy her father had hired 2 years previously.

"gooseberry fool the bed, is everything alreet Miss Natalie?" he inquired, in the ignorant tongue of his poverty-stricken homeland.

"I'm fine Moses, thank you" she responded, desperately trying to compose herself in front of her bare-chested employee.

"You divvn't look alright like" said Moses, temporarily forgetting his lowly status. And suddenly Natalie broke down into a flood of tears and Moses rushed to her side, offering a comforting embrace. Natalie proceeded to empty the contents of her heart, detailing all of her anxieties to the glorified ape holding her.

Experiencing a feeling of extreme catharsis, she thanked Moses for his company and began to notice a strange tingling in her loins. Before she knew it the feeling overtook all of her senses and she found herself saying something she never expected.

"Kiss me, Moses"

"Nah, i better not like. Mr Sebastian will cut me knackers off."

"KISS ME," she demanded and clamped her lips onto the pasty-flavoured rose petals that framed his dirty, dirty mouth. Their passion was in danger of leading to what she had desired for so long, and she was in no mood to stop it.

Their faces separated, and Natalie saw Moses reaching for the belt of his trousers.

"What are you going to do," she gasped.

"strawberry floatin' kick your back door in, pet."


Christ, i'm bored.


NinjasGetEverywhere wrote:Dirk eased himself from the bed with the finesse of an Olympic figure skater. He ran his hand through Marion's tussled hair, kissed her forehead, reached for his robe and wandered to the bathroom.

Marion replayed the events of the the night before, a romantic meal on the veranda, a shared bottle of wine and then a night of passion that would have left Casanova satisfied. She was in heaven but hers was a secret she could not share with anyone. This was a forbidden love.

Dirk emerged from the bathroom and stared at Marion with eyes that longed for further intimacy. Marion looked at him and thought that nothing could spoil this moment. This time was their own and only they could know the connection they both shared and to hell with everyone else!

Dirk opened his mouth to speak and, grinning, uttered the words would remember forever..."You might want to give it 10 minutes in there love, that Tikka's gone straight through me. Phew! I tell you, my ringpiece is throbbing like your hairy clam. Now, how about that cup of tea you filthy cock-teasing whore."


-Earl Grey- wrote:The, ahem, 2nd draft:

With his erect shaft poised and already poking out of his Clavin Klein boxers, he ripped off her underclothes for easy access to her genitals. His heart was beating really fast as he caught his first sight of a vulva since he was a kid playing doctor with his sister and that.

He reached towards and had a feel - it was like a pleasing pork pie or other normally cold meat product that had been put in the microwave on 'medium-low' for about 2 minutes. He found his mouth naturally drawn towards the pulsing mound.

It tasted gross, though so after spitting out the juices he decided to bend her over and scuttle her in the prone stance - no condom or anything. He ejaculated in about 3 seconds and probably got her pregnant and gave her AIDS.

But that was all academic because he then threw her out of the 10th storey window into the local chainsaw factory.


Sam_Seed wrote:
He'd been in law enforcement for twenty years. He'd always been as straight as an arrow, of the highest morals possible, his mantra was to lead by example.

Yet here he was in a dingy hotel room, about to have sex with a strange Amish woman, here he was neglecting his duty.

He'd pork her alright, but he'd do so with a tear in his eye and his foot up her arse?


Commander Jameson wrote:
Mike couldn't quite figure out how he had gotten himself into this situation. His head felt like it was full of little balls of cotton wool and he his thoughts had difficulty connecting. He tried to move his arms again, but the were chained securely to the bed post with large, complicated combination locks.

He thought back to the previous evening and his date with Daphne. She was certainly impressive - blond, firm-bodied, nearly seven feet tall, with an almost masculine voice. 'It must have been that second glass of white', he thought, 'I'm sure it wasn't supposed to be sparkling wine'.

He tried to shift his body again, but his ankles seemed firmly secured as well. Why on earth was there pillows wedged under his abdomen? he felt vulnerable with his cheeks in the air.

Mike heard the door open and tried to twist his head to see who was there, but his restraint prevented this. He shivered as a long fingernail ran from the small of his back to the base of his love-sack, and felt his sex-gun become firm and start to throb. A voice, Daphne's sounded in his ear. Open your mouth she whispered. Parting his lips, a ball was thrust into his mouth and straps tightened around his head. He twisted his head again, and this time caught a glimpse of the woman who had him captive. His eyes widened as he saw Daphne's naked form. Daphne was in fact, a man...


NinjasGetEverywhere wrote:Part 2.

Marion hadn't seen Dirk for two days and was feeling lonely and empty. Empty like a young boy's codpiece or something. He was returning this very afternoon though, and felt sure that he would be feeling the same anticipation of seeing her as she was for him.

She had to be careful though. Earlier in the week the housekeeper, Mrs Haverhavershamsham nearly caught the pair of them as they engaged in some heavy munging down at the graveyard whilst visiting the grave of her grandmother. How would she have explained that away? What possible excuse could she have given for being fist deep in a rotting corpse? Luckily Mrs Haverhavershamsham is partially blind from a particularly viscious cum-shot accident she suffered in her late teens. But they would have to be careful next time. Next time she thought, sighing and smiling like she'd just let out a cheeky tommy-squeaker.

The phone rang in the hall and, knowing it must be her love, she ran to answer. She ran like a spastic, tits swinging like two Tesco bags full of water. She wasn't very athletic.

"Dirk?" she breathed heavily into the phone, not once wondering what she would say if it was her father, the harsh-as-fuck stereotypical Reverand. "My love." replied Dirk. She could almost see him standing there in his bulging riding trousers as if he were trying to smuggle a canoe out of the country. "When will you return?" she asked, feverishly anticipating his reply. There was silence the other end. "Dirk?" Marion pressed. "I'm in a bit of trouble." replied Dirk after a lengthy pause. "What? Why? What's happened?"

To Be Continued.


Sam_Seed wrote:
They'd been married for 15 years now, every night without fail he pleasured her, she'd always reached climax and for that she was eternally grateful. He was without doubt a considerate lover.

Yet all was not well in the bedroom, there was something niggling away at her which was eating away at her very soul.


They'd always made love in the dark, she'd never seen his magnificent, throbbing, satisfying piece. Oh how she longed to kiss and a caress it, this had been a bone of contention between them however, for he wouldn't let her see it. At first she'd reasoned he was shy, for there was nothing wrong with it in any other way.

One night she decided to take action, she would hide a torch under the bed, she would finally get to see it.

So they went through their usual routine, as ever he was more like a machine than a person as he mechanically pumped away at her loins. Just before the 'moment' she reached underneath her bed and shone the light.

Why it wasn't his piece afterall, it was a plastic montrosity attached to his groin.

"What the hell is that you impotent bastard?" She shrieked.

Calmly he replied,

"I'll tell you what it is when you tell me where we got five strawberry floating kids from"


Burlappens little hat wrote:
The time had finally arrived. Reginald and Jemimas wedding night. The night when they two, would become one. Reginald, Jemima...Jemima, Reginald...Regima, jeminald, whatever.
Jemima lay on her four poster bed, the cool night air filling her lungs, making her giddy. Reginald was approaching the chamber door now, she heard his gentle footfalls on the stairs. Her hand went instictively to her little beansprout, flicking madly, like some kind of crazed tiddlywinks player. The candles flickered in the wind, her heart racing. The door handle turned, reginald entered the room, Jemima gasped.
Reginald was dressed head to toe in a life sized sonic the hedgehog outfit.
'My lord!' Gasped Jemima.
'Look i know its a little weird but please my lady, just bear with me!!' Reginald cried as he clambered onto the bed, his white cartoon sonic gloves grapsing for her love pudding.
Jemima pulled the duvet up to cover her massive, massive juggs. I mean were talking Lucy Pinder massive here. 'No!' She cried. 'I wont have any part in something so bizzarre!'
'Look i know its a little odd', exclaimed Reginald, his voice muffled by the giant sonic head, 'but try to see it from my point of view....im horny'
'Well, if you must' Jemima sighed. She bent over the bed, presenting like a Mandrill.
'Yeah Tails, thats what daddy likes' Reginald muttered
'TAILS?!' Exclaimed Jemima in horror. 'What posesses you my lord?!' Gasped Jemima, as Reginald grabbed her roughly by the waist.
'strawberry float i mean Knuckles!' Exclaimed Reginald. 'I'm going to plough your secret ring' he said with a smile, that couldnt be seen underneath the giant sonic head anyway. 'You'll think youve been strawberry floated by a train...'


Black Water wrote:

Day in, day out, Mary had been getting it the same way: a little touching to begin with and then the identical 2 minute job, in which her vagina took the place of her husband's w*nking hand. Oh how she wished for something more exciting, more stimulating, like the black man she once had at work. So it came as quite a surprise when, that night, Dave asked if they could up the entertainment a bit. At first Mary was a bit shocked, never in the last 3 years had Dave changed the routine and now suddenly he wanted to turn the heat up. Well she wasn't going to argue, so she asked him what he had in mind. Dave opened his bottom draw and handed her something long and pink with a strapping device atatched to it. Wow, though Mary, this is going to be good: it's even bigger than the black man's. Mary's excitement wasn't to last long though. Dave reached around her tying the straps to her waist and bent over, arse open wide.


Sorry, I'm not really a Jackie Collins reader.


Sam_Seed wrote:I've decided to rate the authors so far on this thread using my new patented rating system.

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Get awarded

1 = My penis has shrunk.

2 = Mildly aroused

3 = Semi

4 = Stiffy

5 = I Can't control myself.

Awards to follow, when I can be bothered. Submissions still welcome.


Sam_Seed wrote:Gavin - Image Image
For 'pink sock' reference.

Stu - Image Image Image

Started well, blew his wad too soon.

Commander Jameson - Image ImageImage Image

Excellent prose.

Lewis D - Image Image Image

For being sexually provocative.

BLL - Image Image Image

For featuring ninjas.

KarlProf

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Rubbish. He's only fourteen I suppose.

Earl Grey

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For the use of chainsaws

Am Dog

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He didn't muster much.

Aaronayl1

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Meh.

Petrocelli - Image Image Image Image Image

For having a geordie stableboy

NGE -

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and a star.

Ladies and gents, the man has a gift.

Blackwater -
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For miscegenation.


Bunches McGinty wrote:Can I do one?

I, with an erection, wrote:It wasn't long before Metallica was tossing and turning in bed with his dearest wife Hercules. An extravagant night it was, but as always, it could've been better.

A fry up and a cuppa later, Metallica had ditched his bitch of yesternight and moved on to the more forbidden apples in the tree. He reached up towards the heavens, arms stretched out, and grabbed hold of Archibald the snake before throttling it's strawberry floating arse.

He came. The snake came.


pineapple wrote:
They had just finished the main course and Brett couldn't keep himself from staring into Joyce's deep blue eyes. The gentle, circular stroking of the spoon on the top of the crème brulée stirred something in him. When she finally cracked the top and delved into the creamy centre he could scarcely control himself. With barely a chance to finish licking the spoon Brett declared to Joyce that he wanted her there and then on the table. She had never heard Brett being so forthcoming before and was instantly aroused by his demanding voice.

Brett made quick work of making it around to Joyce’s side of the table and began to kiss her supple lips. The passionate kissing made its way down her neck and Joyce knew that today would be the day she would finally lose her virginity. This anxiety heightened her excitement and Joyce began to unbutton Brett’s shirt to reveal his muscle clad torso. Brett returned the favour, exposing her light pink lingerie. His hands, covered in hard skin, felt brittle against her bust but it did nothing else but to arouse her further.

After a little embarrassing assistance, Brett finally removed her bra and ran one of his hands over her hard nipples whilst the other one flowed through her soft, dark hair. Joyce knew this was the moment and slowly moved her hand down towards his belt, loosening it with shaking fingers. Lowering his underwear she began to caress his manhood clumsily. Upon securing her lips around it, Brett almost climaxed. Filled with this adrenaline running through him he removed Joyce’s undergarments and slowly whispered how he loved her.

He entered her and for a few blissful seconds they became one. It was all too much for the both of them, almost instantly climaxing.

They laid down upon the dining table embracing each other. This was the happiest Joyce has ever been and knew she’d chosen rightly to lose her virginity to Brett.

Suddenly a cry of “oi, once you’re done, pass the cream!” brought them back to reality. Brett turned to see Joyce’s mother right by his rear end and instantly jumped up. In the midst of the moment they had spilt all manners of food over her family. Brett did a quick turn to see Joyce’s whole family, aghast to have witnessed what they had.

He made a sharp exit and vowed never to have sex in the middle of a family meal again.


Sam_Seed wrote:Bunches McGinty - Image Image


Interesting names. Minus one for bestiality though.


Pineapple -

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Thought the couple 'climaxed' far too quickly. Was surprised by the twist at the end though.

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