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Date: Thu, 3 May 2012 20:55:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, 21 - Next Generation

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.
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has been posted, without the consent of the author.

Mark Stevens



New Shower, Part 21 Next Generation



       Thanksgiving Day at my uncle and aunt's home passed rather
quickly. There was plenty of good food, thanks to Mom and Aunt Linda, for
everyone to enjoy. Everyone had a good time, especially my aunt. I still
wasn't sure why it had been so important for her to have it at her house
this year, but I really didn't care. The family was together, the same good
food prepared; just a different location. I finally came to the decision it
was just a "woman" thing, and who was I to question a "woman" thing?
       Just before we left to head home that evening, Linda brought of the
subject of Christmas shopping. This was a custom the two of them had
celebrated for as long as I could remember.
       Mom looked at Dad. "Do you have anything planned for next weekend,
Dave?"
       Dad shook his head and grinned. "Yeah, I'm really booked up, aren't
I?"
       Mom turned to Aunt Linda. "I was just thinking that by next weekend
a lot of the madness that's going to be out tomorrow will be over
with. Would that work for you, Linda?"
       My aunt turned to her husband. "Are you okay with that weekend?"
       "Do I have to go with you guys?"
       "Of course not!" Mom was quick to answer her brother. "You know
that's the time Linda and I do our own thing."
       He grinned and said, "How could I forget that, Sis? Hey, as long as
I'm not included, I'm great with it."
       "Me too," Dad added.
       Mom turned to me. "How about you and Brandon?"
       "Mom, we're quite capable of taking care of ourselves."
       "I guess we're on, Linda. We can take our car."
       "Do you think we could leave Friday morning? I have a lot of stores
I need to check out."
       "God, there goes all my money," Dennis groaned.
       "Hush," Mom admonished him. "You know very well that your wife is
as thrifty as they come."
       "Whatever you say, Sis."
       On the way home Mom asked Dad, "Are you certain you're okay with us
going for the weekend, Dave?"
       "Hey, like Dennis said, long as I can stay home and do my thing, I
have no problem with you girls doing the same thing."
       Brandon and I were sitting in the back seat, and when he heard my
father say he would stay home and "do his own thing", he reached across the
seat and punched me in the ribs.
       "So, do we get to do our own thing?" he asked me.
       "When you decide what your thing is, we'll do it," I assured him.
       "I do worry about you guys when I'm gone," Mom said.
       "No need," Dad assured her. "As Steve said earlier, all of us are
very capable of taking care of ourselves; and each other," he added.
       Even though it was dark inside the car, I could see the grin on my
son's face.
       He can be such a smart ass at times.


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       Thursday evening when I came home from work, Mom was upstairs
packing her bags for the highly anticipated shopping trip. I found Dad in
the living room watching television.
       "She's been hurrying around the house like a school girl. You'd
think she never gets away to do anything."
       "I'm sure she enjoys her time with Linda. I know we enjoy our
time," I added giving him a grin.
       "That we do," he agreed.
       "Dad, did Mom ever say why Aunt Linda wanted Thanksgiving at her
house this year?"
       Dad shook his head. "All your mother said to me was that it seemed
really important to Linda, and that it really didn't matter to her where it
was held."
       I hurried upstairs and stood at my parent's bedroom door. "What's
going on in here?" I asked.
       Mom shut her suitcase and turned to face me. "Hi, Steve," she
greeted. "Goodness, is it time for you to be home?"
       "I certainly hope so. I hear you're a little excited about your
trip this weekend."
       "Is that bad?" she asked. A worried look appeared on her face.
       "Mom, I'm glad you're going. You work hard around here keeping
things running smoothly for us guys. You need a little time off now and
then. Go and enjoy."
       "It's shopping, Steve."
       "Like I said, go and enjoy." I gave her a grin. "We'll make it just
fine."
       I hurried to my room and changed into some baggy sweats. The
weather was just cold enough to be my favorite time of the year. I loved
just hanging around the house on a cold winter evening. Was I getting old
before my time? I wondered.
       There was a knock on my door.
       "Come in," I called.
       The door pushed open and my son walked into my room.
       "Hey, Brandon," I greeted. "What's up?"
       He shut the door behind him. "I see Grandma's already packed for
her trip."
       I gave him a smile. "I saw that. I guess she's really looking
forward to the weekend."
       Brandon sat down on the side of my bed.
       "How was your day?" I asked.
       "It was okay."
       "Just `okay'?"
       He didn't have much to say.
       Finally I asked, "Is something on your mind, Brandon?"
       For a second he stared down at the floor. Finally he looked up and
asked, "Would it be all right if I slept with you tomorrow night?"
       I could have imagined lots of things on my son's mind; sleeping
with me would not have been one of them.
       "You want to sleep with me?"
       "I know you usually sleep with Grandpa."
       "Brandon, if you want to sleep in my bed, it's perfectly all right
with me."
       "Do you think Grandpa will be upset?"
       I sat down beside him. "Can I have a hug, Brandon?"
       He wrapped his arms around me, and together we held each other. I
pulled back enough so I could give him a kiss on the forehead. I wasn't
sure about giving him one on the mouth just yet.
       "Brandon, I can assure you, Grandpa will have no problem if you
sleep with me."
       "Because he can sleep with Uncle Dennis?"
       I felt my face turn somewhat on the red side. "You know about that,
do you?"
       "Dad, I'm not blind."
       Surprisingly enough, I got over being embarrassed rather quickly.
       "I guess you aren't. Does that bother you, Brandon?"
       "Hell no!" he said with a grin. "Actually I find it kind of hot
thinking about the two of them doing it."
       "Doing it?"
       "Okay, I find it hot that they fuck each other. Is that what you
wanted to hear?"
       Suddenly I wanted to taste my son's lips. Not giving it a second
thought, I kissed him lightly on the mouth.
       Standing to my feet, I said, "You are something else; you know that
Brandon? Let's go down and see if Grandma needs any help with supper."


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       I hurried home from work Friday afternoon. I hadn't had a chance to
speak with Dad about the talk Brandon and I had the evening before. I
walked inside the house.
       I called out, "Anyone here?"
       "In the living room, Steve."
       I walked into the room.
       "Hey," He greeted me with a smile.
       "Hey, yourself. Guess Mom and Linda got off okay?"
       Dad stood to his feet and came to me. "They did," he said giving me
a kiss.
       I returned his kiss and said, "Dad, we need a quick talk."
       Surprised, he asked, "Is something wrong?"
       I hastened to assure him everything was great. "Better than great,"
I added.
       I told him about my son coming to my room and what we had talked
about.
       "Did you let him know I would not be mad if he slept with you?"
       I nodded and said, "I did. That's when he became a real smart ass
and said you would just sleep with Uncle Dennis if you couldn't with me."
       "The hell he did?"
       Again I nodded and added, "His exact words. Then I asked him if he
knew about that, and always the smart ass, he said he wasn't blind."
       "Did he have any other comment?
       "Just that he thought it was hot that the two of you were doing
it."
       "Doing it?"
       "His words. Then he said, the thought of you two fucking was really
hot; again, his words."
       "I'll be damned."
       "I just wanted to fill you in before he got home from school. So,
guess you can tell Dennis he drew the lucky straw for tonight and doesn't
have to sleep alone."
       "He will like that. Oh, one other thing, Steve; do you think
Brandon would be comfortable if we walked around the house naked this
weekend?"
       "I'm not sure about that. Why don't you let me feel him out
tonight, get his take on it. It's not like he hasn't seen us naked before;
or we him. I may not get the chance until bed time."
       "That's okay, just when ever you get the chance."
       The kitchen door opened and Brandon announced his arrival from
school.
       "In the living room, Brandon," I called.
       My son walked into the room carrying his back pack. "What's up?" he
asked.
       "Nothing yet," I said with a smile.
       "I thought Uncle Dennis would already be here."
       I turned to Dad. "Come to think of it, I would have thought the
same thing."
       "He called this afternoon and said he's finishing up a big project
at work today. He's going to try and be here before dark."
       "I'm going up and change clothes," I said. "Mom told me what's for
supper tonight. I'll be back in a bit to help throw it together."
       Dad stood to his feet. "It goes in the oven. I'll get it started
for you."
       Brandon was already in his room by the time I climbed the steps to
my room. I called out a few words to him as I passed by. I hurried into my
room and began pulling my work clothes off. I was more than ready to get
comfortable and remain that way for the entire weekend. I had jumped into
my favorite pair of sweats and was pulling a tee shirt over my head when
Brandon came into my room.
       "Hey, there," I greeted.
       "Dad." He sat on my bed and watched as I finished dressing.
       I remembered my talk with Dad earlier. I sat on the bed beside
him. "Brandon, I talked with Grandpa, and he's perfectly okay with you
sleeping in my bed tonight."
       "That's cool. I just didn't want to upset him."
       "I know that."
       "So he will sleep with Uncle Dennis?"
       "Most likely. Actually, more probable," I corrected myself. "This
brings me to something else. Would it make you uncomfortable if the four of
us spent the weekend naked while inside the house?"
       "Are you serious?"
       "Grandpa wanted to know; I told him I would get your feedback."
       "Do you need an answer right now?"
       "Of course not," I told him, and added, "Just think about it, okay?
If you're not comfortable we won't do it."
       He told me he would give it some thought.
       The two of us returned downstairs and discovered Dennis had
arrived. I walked into the kitchen and greeted him.
       "I thought you weren't coming until later."
       "You have a problem with my arrival time, Kid?"
       I walked over and gave him a kiss. "No problem for me," I assured
him.
       "Supper will be ready in about an hour," Dad said.
       "Need any help?"
       "Not really. Mom had everything put together for us. I think you're
safe until clean up time."
       I sat down at the kitchen table. "So, how have you been?" I asked
my uncle.
       "Just keeping my eye on the calendar and counting the days. Our
time has arrived, Kid."
       I lowered my voice and said, "I don't know if Dad has told you or
not, but there's going to be a change in sleeping arrangements; at least
for tonight."
       I told him that Brandon asked if he and I could share a bed
together.
       "No shit?"
       I nodded my head and told him he was going to sleep with Dad the
entire night; not just part of it.
       "Wow, I won't know how to act, Kid."
       "I'm sure you will adapt rather quickly."
       "No doubt he will," Dad said from across the room.
       "I think you both will," I said and grinned. Then raising my voice,
I called, "Brandon, this is a "men's weekend. Get your ass in here with the
rest of us men."
       My son walked into the room and said, "Okay, I'm here."
       The three of us turned to face him.
       "Oh, shit," Dennis said.
       "What the hell?" came from Dad's mouth.
       Brandon was leaning against the kitchen counter; completely naked.
       I was speechless. No matter how hard I tried, nothing would come
out of my mouth.
       With a hand on each hip, Brandon grinned. "What? I thought I heard
something about this being a men's weekend."
       My uncle was the first one to move. He pushed his chair back and
stood to his feet.
       "Damn right, it's our weekend! I'll lock the door."
       Dad looked at me and kept quiet.
       I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my shirt over my head.
       Brandon looked around the room and asked, "Why all the surprised
looks? I thought you guys wanted to be naked."
       "And we will be," his grandpa told him.
       Needless to say, by the time the food was ready, we had spent
enough time being naked that even Brandon seemed very comfortable with the
situation.
       "This is the way it should be," Dennis said as we sat down to eat.
       Just sitting at the table with a naked father and uncle was bad
enough, but the sight of my handsome son across from me, who also was
naked, sure as hell made it difficult to swallow the food on my plate. Each
time I looked his way I forced myself to think only about his handsome
face, and not what was below the table. So far I had succeeded in keeping
my dick soft.
       My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Dad's voice.
       "Brandon, I don't want to embarrass you be any means; however, I do
want you to know that I'm okay with you sleeping in your father's bed
tonight."
       Brandon surprised me by answering his grandfather. In a calm voice
he said, "I appreciate that, Grandpa."
       "So do I, Brandon," Dennis said.
       "Yeah, I figured as much."
       Our meal was finally over and time for clean up. I told Dad and
Dennis to relax, that I would clean the kitchen up.
       "I can help," Brandon said joining me at the kitchen sink.
       "Hey, you get no complaint from me," Dad said. "You ready for a
beer, Dennis?"
       Dennis said he was, so they grabbed two beers and headed for the
living room.
       Now the real test would begin for me. How in the hell was I going
to work naked along side my son, who was also naked?
       Brandon began loading the dish washer while I cleaned the counter
top and table off. He seemed awfully quiet.
       "You okay, Brandon?" I asked him.
       He nodded.
       "If it bothers you being naked in front of us, I want to assure you
that it's perfectly all right to get dressed."
       "Actually I'm kind of enjoying the freedom it gives."
       I couldn't help it. I turned and faced my son. I was still amazed
at just how much his body had already changed. He still had no body hair
yet except for his bush and pits, but already the beginnings of chest hair
were showing. It was nothing he could brag about yet, but a narrow treasure
trail could be seen making its way down his body.
       Okay, my cock jumped, and I quickly turned my attention back to
cleaning.
       "Dad?"
       Startled out of my thoughts, I answered him. "Yes, Brandon?"
       "This is nice. The two of us, I mean."
       I walked over and stood beside him. "It is," I said.
       I kissed him on the mouth, and surprisingly enough, he returned the
favor.
       My cock jumped between us, and Brandon reached down and gave it a
squeeze. "What's caused this?"
       "I think you know the answer to that."
       He stroked me a couple of times and then returned to the dish
washer. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
       I decided if my son could be bold, then so could his father. While
he finished loading the dish washer, he stood with his legs a part. I
reached between them with my hand and went in search of his dick. I could
feel the hair on his nut sack; hair that was beginning to grow thicker, I
thought as I traveled upward.
       "What's this?" I asked.
       I wrapped my fist around his hard on.
       "As you just pointed out to me, I think you know the answer."
       Some how I managed to keep my hands to myself, and Brandon and I
got the kitchen whipped back into shape.
       "You want to watch TV with the guys?" I asked.
       "I guess we could."
       I studied my son closely. "Is there something else you would rather
do?"
       Brandon was quiet for a moment. Finally he said, "I know you enjoy
being with Grandpa and Uncle Dennis, but would it be okay if we went up
stairs and talked?"
       I quickly assured him and said, "Let's go. Hey, we've got the rest
of the weekend," I reminded him. "To spend time with them," I added.
       I walked into the living room with Brandon on my heels.
       "You guys enjoy your beer," I said. "I think we're going upstairs
for a while; if that's okay?"
       "Go," Dad told us. "We're just chilling here."
       "We may hit the bed early ourselves," Dennis said.
       "Well, enjoy."
       Brandon was already upstairs when I reached the top. I headed for
my room and found him already on the bed. I shut the door and fell on the
bed beside him.
       Putting my hands behind my head, I asked, "So, what you want to
talk about, Brandon?"
       "If I ask you something, will you be honest with me and not upset?"
       I told my son he could ask me anything he liked. "I won't be
upset," I assured him.
       "This time you spend with Grandpa and Uncle Dennis; how long have
you been doing this?"
       "I was around sixteen the first time it happened. Not much older
than you are now," I added.
       "I've known about you guys for quite a while."
       "Really? How long?"
       "Probably a couple of years. Actually, not too long after you and I
moved in here."
       "Were you disappointed, Brandon? Especially in me?"
       "Dad, I've never been disappointed in you."
       "Can I ask you something, Brandon?"
       "Sure."
       "Did finding out about your uncle, grandpa and me, was that the
reason you wanted to try something with me?"
       He was quiet for a minute like he was thinking hard about
something. Finally he said, "I don't think that was the reason I wanted to
do anything. It was, I guess, what made it easier for me to approach you."
       "Brandon, I want you to know something. I am always here for you,
and you never need to be afraid of asking me for anything."
       My son surprised me by reaching over and taking my hand. "I know
that, Dad. I'm really lucky having you in my life."
       "I'm the lucky one, Son."
       I rolled on my side and faced him. "Anything else you care to
know?"
       "Maybe. When did you first begin to think about Grandpa in the way
you do?"
       "Like I told you, I was around sixteen when I approached
him. Before that, I began noticing how hot he was by the time I was eleven
years old. Partly, I think, because my body went through an early
change. By the age of eleven I already had strands of hair growing around
my cock. A full bush by the time I was twelve. By the time I was thirteen,
I couldn't stand before a mirror naked without getting turned on. I can't
really say why, but body hair, even my own, turns me on like crazy. When my
chest became covered with it, I for sure couldn't look at my self without
getting a hard on."
       "God, that's exactly how I feel. I was afraid something was wrong
with me."
       "Because you find your own body attractive?"
       He nodded.
       "Let me assure you, there is not a damned thing wrong with you,
Brandon."
       "Do you get hard every time you shower?"
       I gave him a grin. "Well, maybe not every time. Hell, I'm not
fourteen either. My hormones have settled down a bit. Still, let me tell
you, if I'm taking a shower and pay real close attention to my body,
especially watching the water running through my body hair, I'm popping out
big time."
       "I really thought I wasn't normal."
       I looked into his eyes and asked, "What the hell is `normal',
Brandon?"
       "That's what I'm not sure of."
       "Well, you know, I'm sure, that a lot of people would not look on
this as normal?" I pointed at his body and then mine. "A lot of people
would say this is wrong."
       "I know."
       I decided to say what was on my mind and then never mention it
again.
       "Brandon, you realize, don't you, that what takes place here at
home has to remain here? You can never discuss what we do with anyone. You
understand that, right?"
       "I do, Dad. Besides, I would never do or say anything to cause
trouble for you. Or for Grandpa," he added.
       We were having a serious conversation, and I decided to lighten it
up a bit.
       "What about Uncle Dennis?"
       "Nah, I wouldn't want any trouble for him either. Even if he is a
little on the crazy side," he ended with a grin.
       "Yeah, you never want a crazy guy mad at you."
       Brandon placed a hand against my chest. "You have such a hot body,
Dad," he praised me.
       "Do you realize how crazy you make me?"
       I allowed my eyes to travel from his face downward. I stopped at
the place where his legs joined in the center of his body. Just taking in
the beauty of his cock and all the thick brown hair that grew around it was
enough to consume me with desire. I could hardly breathe the feeling was so
intense.
       I felt his fingers crawling through my chest hair. Their touch
brought shivers to my body. I pushed his hand away, causing him to look
hurt.
       "What's wrong, Dad?"
       "Not a damned thing, Brandon."
       He was about to drive me over the edge, and I didn't want that; not
just yet. I had to be sure of what he wanted; what he needed.
       "Brandon, you've done nothing wrong, except to fill me with desire
for you. I pushed your hand away because I have to know something. I have
to know what it is you want from me. Because," I went on, "if you keep this
up, I might just do something you're not ready for. Does that make sense to
you, Son?"
       "This might sound dumb, but the first thing I would like to do is
jack you off. Would that be all right with you?"
       Would it be all right with me? The words echoed inside my
head. Aloud, I said, "I could think of nothing I'd like better than to feel
your fingers wrapped around my cock."
       I lay on my back and watched as Brandon slowly made his way to
me. He placed his hand on my chest once more and began tugging gently with
the thick brown curls that grew there.
       With his other hand he went for my bush. My cock jumped instantly
at his touch and a thick drop of pre cum oozed out the tip and slowly made
its way down my hard thick shaft.
       "God, I love it when you play in my bush," I breathed.
       "I love that thick hair, Dad. Ever since I can remember, I've tried
to catch you naked so I could see it. Especially after my own bush began to
grow," he added.
       "Brandon, you can play in my hair anytime you want," I hastily
assured him. "As long as I can play in yours as well."
       "I just wish we could sleep together every night, Dad."
       I looked at him, a thought suddenly occurring to me. "You realize
we could do that," I told him.
       "We could? How?"
       "Move back home," I answered.
       A light suddenly shone in his eyes. "We could, couldn't we?" Then
his face took on a look of sadness. "But we would have to leave Grandpa and
Grandma," he reminded me.
       "That's right, we would."
       "I'm not sure about that."
       "Well, it's nothing we have to decide right this minute. What say
we enjoy the weekend for now? We can discuss this another time."
       "Suits me."
       Saying that, my son began stroking me faster; enough pre cum had
leaked out to provide the lube for a nice jack session. And my son was
definitely taking good care of me.
       "Shit, Brandon," I groaned. "Yeah, jack me, Son."
       It felt so fucking good to lay there and enjoy my son's touch. As
he continued stroking my dick, he alternated back and forth between playing
in my pubes and teasing the hair that grew between my ball sac and my
hole. His touch was making me so horny I knew I wouldn't last much
longer. The faster he jacked the more my balls rumbled inside their hairy
sac.
       "Fuck, Brandon, I'm about to shoot."
       "I want to see you shoot, Dad. I want to watch your cum shoot out
on your body."
       And it did. My toes curled, and I felt the intense feeling under my
hairy crotch that arrives just before you shoot a load out of your dick.
       Brandon kept on stroking me long after the cum had stopped shooting
from my cock. He finally let go of me, and I watched as he leaned
forward. I felt his warm tongue crawl out from his mouth and begin cleaning
me up. By the time he had finished, most of my cum was inside his mouth.
       He crawled up my body, and with his chest next to mine, our two
cocks in between us, he placed his mouth on mine and kissed me deeply.
       I loved the fact he was passing my cum back to me with his kiss. I
kissed him back, hard and full of passion. The longer we kissed, the harder
his cock got. I could feel it stretching between our two bodies.
       "Let's take care of you," I said.
       I pushed him on the bed and crawled between his legs. He was so
fucking hot to look at. From where I lay, I had a good view between his
legs. Yeah, he was getting a nice growth of hair underneath his
balls. There was a good sized trail of dark brown hair leading from his sac
to his hole. Mouth watering, I thought to myself.
       Looking at him, I suddenly made a decision. I knew what I was going
to do, and if he didn't stop me, I would get him so fucking hot he would
beg me to make him cum.
       With my tongue, I began making a wet circle at the base of his hair
coated sac. I felt him shiver when I bathed him with my tongue. I began
lapping at his ball sac and then made a wet trail down to his hole. I
licked all around his hairy opening, both surprised and thrilled that he
was getting so hairy down there as well. I loved lapping at him, feeling
the hair tickle my tongue as I left the entire area wet. Each time my
tongue came close to the center of his hole, Brandon shivered, and his body
would shake like someone having convulsions.
       I would have loved to tongue fuck him, but for now, I decided to
wait; maybe next time, I thought.
       Getting his hole and sack drenched with my saliva, I left that area
and traveled up his hard shaft. I could taste the pre cum which had coated
his shaft. God, how sweet it tasted!
       I began licking the head of his cock, and without giving him any
warning, I swallowed him all the way down to his hairy base, my nose
planted in his sweet smelling pubes. Fuck, what a fragrance they gave off!
       I began working his cock over, my mouth working up and down so fast
it was causing him to shake even more. The longer I sucked him, the harder
he fucked my mouth.
       "Shit, I'm going to cum!" he cried out.
       Not able to speak with a nice sized cock in my mouth, I muttered
something, letting him know it was okay, that I wanted his cum.
       He began fucking my mouth like someone possessed. He pounded my
face so hard that his bush left scratch marks on my chin; marks that I
could care less about. All I wanted was to swallow his big teen load.
       Which I did. He blasted off inside my mouth, and I managed to
swallow every drop he placed inside me. It was so thick, and was the
sweetest spunk I had ever tasted.
       When he was finished shooting, I remained still, his cock still
inside my cum-filled mouth. I rested my face at the base of his cock root,
enjoying the feel of his sticky bush as it tickled the insides of my nose.
       Brandon was the first to speak. "Dad, that was awesome!"
       I pulled off him, and following his lead, I crawled up his body
until my face was next to his. I pressed my mouth to his lips, and we
shared a deep kiss. I sent what cum was left in my mouth to him. He
swallowed it eagerly.
       I broke our kiss. "It's hot to taste your own cum, isn't it?"
       "Fuck yeah," he answered.
       When I lay down beside him, I asked, "Is this sort of what you had
in mind for the weekend?"
       "For now," he said with a grin.
       I reached for his hand. "I love you, Brandon."
       "Love you, too, Dad. So much," he added quietly.


End Part 21

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