A Dinner to Remember  

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Justin opened the door.  A feeling of dread overwhelmed him.  He entered the loft, fearing that something was very wrong.

 

“Brian,” he called.  There was no answer.

 

Justin felt his breath catch in his throat.  He tried to take a breath, but it wouldn’t come.  He gasped, and turned around to run.  Behind him was the open loft door, suddenly filled by a looming figure holding a baseball bat.  As Justin stepped back in fear, the figure stepped forward into the loft, raising the baseball bat as he advanced.  It was Chris Hobbs.

 

“No!!” Justin screamed, as the bat was swung at his head.

 

“Justin!  Justin!” the voice demanded.

 

“No, no,” Justin moaned.

 

Arms gathered him in and squeezed.  A voice said softly, “Wake up, Justin.  It’s all right.  You’re dreaming.”

 

Justin’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked around, confused.

 

“What?  Where am I?” he stammered.

 

Brian held him tightly and said, “In the loft, in bed, with me.  You were dreaming.  It’s all right.”

 

“Brian?” Justin said, and threw his arms around Brian’s neck.  “Are you really here?”

 

“Yes.  What was it?  What scared you?”

 

Justin shook his head, not wanting to put the dream into words.

 

“Tell me.  You’ll feel better if you get it out.  What was the dream?  You haven’t had one of these for a long time.  Please, tell me, Justin.”

 

Justin held on to Brian’s neck.  He still felt like he could barely breathe, just like the dream.  But Brian was here now.  He would protect him.  He had to calm down.

 

“Justin!  Talk to me.  Tell me what happened,“ Brian urged.

 

“Chris Hobbs,” Justin finally said.

 

“Shit!  Is that fucking creep still lurking in your head?”

 

Justin nodded.  “He was here in the loft with a baseball bat, and I couldn’t find you!”  Justin shuddered.

 

“I’m here now, and there’s no Chris Hobbs.”

 

“I know,” Justin said, relaxing his grip on Brian’s neck a little bit.  “I thought I was over these nightmares.  I haven’t had one for months.  Why now?”  He sighed.

 

“Did something bad happen that triggered it?” Brian asked.

 

“I don’t think so.”

 

“There’s probably something.  Think back.”

 

Justin frowned, and Brian could see that he was replaying events, looking for something that might have caused the nightmare.  He shook his head.  Nothing was coming to him.

 

“It’s all right,” Brian said.  “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”

 

“If you hold me,” Justin sighed.

 

Brian rolled Justin onto his side and snuggled up against his back.  He wrapped his arms around the boy’s chest, rubbing gently.

 

“Feels good,” Justin said, starting to feel sleepy.  “I wish I could sleep like this every night.”

 

“You can,” Brian stated.

 

“Not after tomorrow,” Justin yawned, holding on to Brian’s hand a little tighter.

 

“Oh,” said Brian, remembering his business trip to Boston.  “You’re not worried about being here alone, are you?”

 

“I don’t think so,” said Justin.  “But ... “

 

“But what?”

 

“In the dream I came into the loft and you weren’t here.  Then Chris Hobbs was in the doorway.  You don’t think that could be it, do you?  That I’m afraid to be here without you?”

 

“I don’t know.  Maybe,” Brian said.

 

They were silent, each thinking about what this meant.  Justin couldn’t believe he could be such a baby about being alone that it would cause the nightmare.  Brian wondered if his trip was the cause of Justin’s bad dream.  Maybe he shouldn’t go, if it was such a worry to Justin.  Brian heard a whispered warning in his head.

 

It was a long time before either of them slept.

 

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The next morning Justin tried to downplay the nightmare.  He knew Brian had been planning this trip for days.  The company had a good shot at acquiring an important new client.  Brian would be able to swing the deal.  He was very good at that kind of thing.  Justin didn’t want to mess this up for Brian.

 

Brian came out of the shower and Justin handed him a glass of guava juice. 

 

“I’ve been thinking.  Maybe I shouldn’t go to Boston.  I could get Gardner to go instead,” Brian began.

 

“Brian, I’ll be all right.  I’m not going to freak out, just because you’re gone.  It was only a dream,” Justin tried to convince him.

 

“It was a nightmare, and I don’t want to leave you.”

 

“I’ll be fine, and this is important to the company.”

 

“But you’re more important.”

 

“Thanks for the offer, but you can’t stay with me every minute for the rest of our lives.”

 

“I’d like to.”

 

Justin smiled.  “You are such an old softie!  I love you so much, but you are going on your trip.”

 

“Are you sure?” Brian asked, not convinced.

 

“I’m sure.  I’ll be fine while you’re gone.  We could have phone sex both nights.”  He batted his eyes at Brian.  “It’s only for two days, and we still have tonight before you go.”

 

“Let’s do something special,” Brian said.

 

“Want me to make a special dinner?” Justin volunteered.

 

“No, I’m taking you out.”

 

“Okay.  Where?”

 

“It’s a surprise.  Be here at seven, and I’ll show you.”

 

“It’s a date,” Justin grinned.

 

Brian rolled his eyes.  “Date,” he said.

 

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Justin wasn’t sure where they were going, so he didn’t know how to dress.  He tried several combinations of jeans, slacks, shirts and sweaters.  He didn’t want to get too dressed up, because he was sure Brian would have told him if there was a dress code.  He didn’t want to be too casual, because he was hoping this would be a nice place.  He was looking forward to his “date”, even if Brian still rebelled at calling it that.  He finally decided on charcoal grey pinstripe trousers, and a dove-grey sweater.  He hoped this would be appropriate.

 

Brian arrived at seven, and pronounced Justin to be dazzling.  He rushed him out to the Jeep, refusing to say where they were going.  The traffic was quite light, and they seemed to be making good time, heading downtown.  Suddenly Brian pulled into a McDonald's restaurant, and stopped the Jeep.

 

Justin looked at Brian, disbelief in his eyes.  “This is it?” he finally asked.  “This is the special dinner?”

 

Brian smiled his most angelic smile, and said, “I never have junk food, and I know you like it.  So I thought we’d splurge in fast food heaven here.  What do you think?”

 

“Sure, if that’s what you want,” Justin said, obviously disappointed.

 

“You know, you told me when we got back together that you were going to speak your mind.  You weren’t just going to take my crap and say nothing.  Do you remember?”

 

“I do,” said Justin, wondering what the Hell Brian was talking about.

 

“So?”

 

“What do you mean, so?” Justin asked.

 

“Do you want to go to this crap emporium for dinner?”

 

“No, I don’t!” Justin said emphatically.

 

“Then speak up!” Brian goaded him.

 

“I don’t want to have dinner here.  Can’t you come up with anything better?” Justin challenged.

 

“Hmm,” Brian said.  “I bet I can, now that I know that you want something better.”  His eyes twinkled with mischief.  “Our reservation is for 7:30.  I didn’t want to be early, since the traffic was so light, so I thought I’d tease you a bit.”

 

Justin swatted him.  “Asshole!  Quit messing with my mind!  This reservation better be for something good, or I’m going to make you pay big time,” Justin said, trying to look serious.

 

Brian smirked.  “I was thinking of making you pay later.  This place isn’t cheap.”

 

“And how were you planning to make me pay.  I already owe you thousands,” Justin groaned.

 

“I didn’t mean to bring up money.  I was thinking of taking it out in trade,” he said, looking lustfully at Justin.

 

Justin giggled.  “You’ll have to wait till we get home.”

 

“Not necessarily,” Brian said enigmatically.

 

“Not here, Brian,” Justin said, looking around.

 

“Hell no!  I don’t eat at McDonalds, why would I want to fuck here?”

 

Justin looked relieved.  Brian started the car, and they continued downtown.  Brian turned into a street of very large old houses, probably once considered mansions.  He found a parking space on the street and got out.  Justin wasn’t sure what was going on.  This looked like a residential area.  He wondered if Brian was playing another trick on him.  He got out of the Jeep, and followed Brian up the street.  Brian stopped about four houses up, and took Justin’s hand.  He started up the sidewalk to the front door.

 

Above the door, Justin saw a small sign, “Emile’s”.

 

“Is this a restaurant?” he asked Brian.

 

Brian rang the bell, and the door was immediately opened by a middle aged man in an impeccable tuxedo.  He must have been very handsome when he was young, because he could still take your breath away.

 

“Good evening, Brian,” he said in welcome.

 

“Emile,” Brian said, shaking his hand.  “You look splendid as always.”

 

Emile smiled.  “And who is your companion for the evening?”

 

“This is Justin Taylor.  Justin, Emile,” Brian said, introducing them.

 

They shook hands.  “Would you like me to show Mr. Taylor around, before I take you to your table?” Emile asked.

 

Brian looked at Justin, who nodded.  “Call me Justin, please.”

 

“Certainly, Justin.  Come this way.”  He led them over to a door on one side of the hallway.  It opened into a green room that ran the length of that side of the house.  There were perhaps twenty tables, all full of diners.  The room was extravagant in every respect.  The carpet was dark green, and beyond plush.  The walls were pale green silk, covered with paintings that Justin recognized, the artist if not that particular piece.  They looked real.  There were chandeliers on the ceiling, antiques along the walls, fine crystal and china.  “Opulent” was the word that came to mind.

 

Emile then took them across the hall to the doorway of what he called the “Bronze Room”.  It was a little smaller, about twelve tables, but each with more privacy.  Banquettes with high backs divided each table from its neighbors.  Everything was bronze, beige and black, with large bronze statues situated throughout the room.  Some looked to be art deco, but Justin thought a few were very old.

 

All these tables seemed to be filled too.  Justin wondered where they would be put.

 

Emile said, “How do you like the decor so far, Justin?”

 

“Magnificent,” he said, eliciting a broad smile from Emile.  “You have a wonderful art collection.”

 

“Why, thank you.  Are you interested in art?” Emile asked.

 

“I’m a student at PIFA,” Justin said.

 

“He’s very talented,” Brian said, smiling at him.

 

Justin almost burst with pride.  He wasn’t sure that he had ever heard Brian say that to anyone before, although he knew Brian liked his work and thought he was good.

 

“Ah,” Emile said, “then you will understand that I am very proud of my collection.”


“It’s wonderful!” Justin complimented him.

 

Brian never ceased to be amazed at how easily Justin handled social situations.  He always seemed to know the right thing to say and do.  Brian could tell he had captivated Emile already.

 

“Well gentlemen, let me show you to your table,” Emile said, starting up the stairs.  Brian and Justin followed.  On the landing above there were four doors.  Emile opened the first one and stood back for Brian and Justin to enter.  “I hope you will have a lovely evening and everything will be to your satisfaction.”

 

They both said, “Thank you,” and Emile closed the door as he left.

 

Justin looked around.  The room had probably been a bedroom at one time.  It had a soft Oriental carpet on the floor, a fireplace on one wall, a table beautifully set for two and an antique chaise along the side wall.

 

“We have the whole room to ourselves?” Justin asked.

 

Brian nodded.  “Want some wine?” he asked, an open bottle visible in the cooler by the table.

 

“Sure,” Justin said.

 

Brian poured wine into two beautiful crystal goblets, then took them to the chaise and sat down.  Justin joined him.  They toasted to a lovely evening, and kissed lingeringly.

 

“Won’t the waiter be in soon?” Justin asked, coming up for air.

 

“He won’t come until I push the buzzer over there to summon him,” Brian said, pointing to a button near the fireplace.

 

“Really?” said Justin.

 

“We have absolute privacy until we want the food delivered.  I’ve already chosen the menu when I made the reservation.”

 

“Wow!  This is quite a place.”

 

“You haven’t seen the half of it,” Brian said.

 

Justin’s eyes got bigger.

 

“Want to have appetizers?” Brian asked.

 

“Sure.  I’m hungry.”

 

“You’re always hungry!” Brian said, pushing the buzzer.

 

They drank some more wine, until there was a gentle knock at the door.

 

“Come in,” said Brian.

 

“Good evening,” said the waiter.  He wheeled in a cart containing two covered dishes and a silver basket containing various breads.  He set the bread and plates on the table, and turned to wheel the cart out.  “If you require anything else, or when you are ready for the next course, please ring,” he said.

 

“Thanks, Carlos,” Brian said, as the waiter left.

 

“You know him?” Justin asked.

 

“I bring business clients here a lot, but usually to the main rooms downstairs.  Occasionally I’ve been upstairs.  Let’s eat.”

 

They moved to the table and lifted the covers.  Justin looked at the shell-shaped dish.  It had six indentations, each containing something.

 

“Are these escargots?” Justin asked.

 

“Yes.  Have you ever had them?” Brian asked.

 

“No.  Are they good?”

 

“Try them.”

 

Justin popped one into his mouth.  It was succulent, very garlicky and absolutely delicious.  “Mmm,” Justin said.  “They are scrumptious!”

 

“I’m glad you like them,” Brian said, eating his own.

 

When they were finished Brian moved back to the chaise, and Justin again joined him.

 

“This is great.” Justin said.

 

“Want to dance?” Brian asked.

 

“There’s no music,” Justin observed.

 

“I can fix that.”  Brian flipped open a panel on the little table next to the chaise.  He pushed a button, and a slow romantic song began to play.  Brian pulled Justin into his arms, and they moved together to the music.  He leaned down and kissed Justin.  They continued to sway to the music, bodies welded together.

 

“God, Brian, we’ll never get through dinner if you keep this up.”  Justin was breathing heavily.  Brian’s hand was on his crotch. 

 

“I think you need a little relief,” Brian said.  He pushed Justin down on the chaise, and stretched his legs out, leaving space for him to kneel between them.  He unzipped Justin’s fly, and pulled out the straining cock.  Justin moaned at Brian’s touch.

 

“Easy, young fella,” Brian said.  “I’m just getting started.”

 

Brian ran his tongue up one side of Justin’s cock and down the other.  Justin groaned.  Brian placed his mouth over the tip of Justin’s cock, and sucked the precum into his mouth.  He used his tongue to spread it up and down the shaft.  Justin’s head fell back against the chaise arm.  Brian looked up at him; his eyes were partially closed and his mouth was open.  Brian placed his lips around the tip again and pulled gently.  Justin gasped.  Brian gradually took all of the engorged shaft down his throat.  He buried his nose in Justin’s pubic hair, and rolled his balls with his fingers.  Justin moaned his pleasure.

 

Brian began moving his lips up and down the shaft, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the speed.  Justin’s hips began to push up, fucking Brian’s face.  Brian stayed still and let Justin do the work for a while.  His mouth accepted each thrust, sucking at the cock as it withdrew.  Justin’s movements became more frantic.  Brian sucked harder and squeezed Justin’s balls.

 

“Oh, gaaawwwd, Brian,” he gasped, as he shot into Brian’s throat.  Brian swallowed it all, then sat down on the chaise with Justin, cradling him and kissing him softly.  Justin was panting, eyes closed, body limp.  He lay like that for a few minutes.

 

“That was fantastic!” he sighed.  “Who needs food?”

 

Brian kissed him.  “We do.  The food is fabulous and I’ve already paid for it.”

 

Justin smiled at him.  “Okay. Next course,” he said, zipping up his pants.

 

Brian pushed the buzzer, and they sat back sipping wine.  The knock on the door signaled the arrival of the next course.  They moved over to the table after Carlos cleared the used dishes.  He had replaced them with new covered ones.  They lifted the covers to reveal salmon in a maple sauce, baby roast potatoes and green beans.  It was absolutely delicious.  Even Brian ate all of his.

 

“That was great!” Justin said.  “Are we having dessert?”

 

“I ordered some.  Do you want it now?”  Brian asked.

 

“What time do we have to be out of here?”

 

“Midnight, why?”

 

“I thought we might work off a few calories before we indulge in more.”

 

“Did you now?  What did you have in mind?”

 

“A little more dancing, a tango, if we can get the right music.”  Brian nodded.  “In the nude,” Justin added.

 

“I’ve never tangoed in the nude.”  Brian shook his head and smiled.  “Let’s try it.”

 

They quickly disrobed and Brian pushed buttons, until he found a tango.  They embraced in the traditional tango stance, and then started to move, tentatively at first, but feeling the tempo of the music.  Justin led, being the better dancer, but occasionally Brian tipped him back, showing his dominance.  They rubbed their crotches together, legs intertwining.  They giggled and kissed, and cursed a bit as toes were stepped on.  Both had swollen lips and serious hard-ons by the end of the song.

 

“That was fun,” Brian laughed, kissing Justin passionately.

 

“I don’t think we’ll be winning any tango contests in the near future, but it was fun.”  Justin looked at Brian’s bouncing cock, and said, “Your turn.”  He led Brian over to the chaise.  “Kneel on it,” he said.

 

Brian asked, “What are you going to do?”

 

“A rimming job that you’ll never forget,” Justin bragged.

 

Brian looked at him.  He did love to be rimmed, but rarely allowed Justin to take it further and top him.  “Maybe tonight,” he thought.  “Just a minute,” he said.  He went over to a little cupboard and pulled out a sheet.  “We wouldn’t want to ruin Emile’s antique,” he said, throwing the sheet over the chaise.  He knelt on top of it, resting his arms and head on the back of the chaise.  His ass was offered up in all its glory.

 

Justin giggled. “This place does have everything.”

 

Brian twitched his ass temptingly.  Justin leaned over him and kissed the back of his neck.  His fully erect penis rubbed against Brian’s ass, and Brian moaned.

 

“You’re really ready,” Justin observed.

 

He raked his fingers down Brian’s chest, as he leaned over him.  At the same time his tongue followed Brian’s spine to the crack of his ass.  He stopped, placed his arms fully around Brian’s chest, and pulled them together, making sure that Brian would feel the imprint of his cock on his ass.  Brian moaned again.  Justin smiled and pushed Brian’s shoulders down.  He spread his ass cheeks, and licked Brian’s pucker.  His head flew up in anticipation.  Justin then kissed, kneaded, nipped and sucked the cheeks of Brian’s ass, carefully avoiding the pucker.

 

“Justin,” Brian begged.

 

Justin grinned and stuck his tongue into the pucker.  Brian gasped, and Justin continued darting his tongue in and out.  Brian rocked back, trying to take the tongue in farther.  His moans became more frequent.

 

“Fuck me, Justin!” Brian demanded.

 

“Really?” Justin asked, grinning.

 

“Now!” was the growled response.  Brian reached over and pulled open the drawer of the little table.  Condoms, lube and some interesting toys were visible.  Justin grabbed a condom, and used the lube and his fingers to further ready Brian’s hole.  Brian was panting, as Justin pressed his cock to the pucker.  He pushed in past the first ring of muscle.  Brian’s head came up, and he gasped, “Fuck!”

 

“Ready?” Justin asked.

 

Brian nodded, and thrust the rest of the way in.  He was fully inside Brian and it felt wonderful.  Brian was so tight, rarely allowing this to happen.  Justin stayed still, loving the sensation of heat and tightness around his cock.  Brian was in a more needy state.  He pulled away a bit, then pushed back onto Justin’s cock.  They both grunted their approval, and Justin took control, moving in and out at his own pace.  He didn’t want this to end.  Nature would not oblige, as he felt the need to move faster and faster.  He could feel his orgasm building.  He rammed into Brian, and held on, not drawing back.

 

Brian turned his head to figure out why Justin had stopped.  Justin kissed him and whispered, “I don’t want this to be over.”

“I know, but it can’t wait.”

 

They both began moving again.  Brian pulled on his own cock in response to Justin’s thrusts.

 

“Now, baby!” Brian gasped, shooting his load, as Justin came inside him.  They collapsed onto the chaise.  In a minute or two Justin carefully pulled his penis out and disposed of the condom.  They snuggled against each other, sitting in cum and sweat, kissing and feeling wonderful.

 

“That was even more fantastic than your blowjob,” Justin sighed.

 

Brian smiled and kissed him.

 

“You make a great bottom,” Justin teased.

 

“Twat!” Brian said.

 

“Thank goodness you got that sheet.  We would have ruined the chaise.”

 

“Emile provides everything,” Brian said.

 

“He certainly does,” said Justin, waving a dildo he had pulled from the drawer.

 

“Put that thing away, unless you want me to use it on you.”

 

“I prefer the real thing,” Justin said, kissing the tip of Brian’s dick.  It twitched in response.  “Dessert?” Justin asked, looking at the growing organ.

 

“Let’s have food dessert first,” Brian said.

 

“We’re naked and covered in cum.  The waiter can’t come in,” Justin said modestly.

 

“If I buzz twice, he’ll leave the next course by the door without coming in.”

 

“Wow!  They do think of everything here!” Justin marveled.

 

“There’s a little bathroom behind that door.  We can clean up.”

 

Justin hadn’t even noticed the door.  The panels were papered with the same wallpaper as the rest of the room.  Inside there was a toilet, sink and a rack of towels.

 

“No shower,” Brian said.  “This used to be a closet, but we can get cleaned up.”  He pushed the buzzer twice, and then took a cloth and ran it under the water.  He wiped his chest, then turned to clean Justin’s cock.  Justin grinned as it started to get hard under Brian’s gentle wipes.

 

“God, you’re insatiable,” Brian commented.

 

“Me?  Look who’s talking!” Justin couldn’t help but smirk, as Brian’s cock was also showing signs of life.

 

There was a gentle tap on the door.  Justin jumped.

 

“Wait a minute,” Brian said.

 

After a minute, Brian opened the door and pulled the cart into the room.  On the cart were coffee, cheeses and fruit, a bowl of whipped cream and some large, luscious strawberries.

 

“Let’s have a picnic,” Brian said lasciviously.  He set the strawberries and cream on the carpeted floor and sat down beside them.  He looked up at Justin who grinned and also sat down.  They fed each other strawberries dipped in the whipped cream, kissing and licking the cream and strawberry juice from each other’s lips.

 

“That’s a lot of whipped cream,” Justin observed, looking at the rather large bowl.

 

“I asked for extra,” Brian said lustfully.

 

“Oh!” Justin smiled.

 

“Lie on your back,” Brian said.  Justin did so.  Brian took a handful of whipped cream and spread it over Justin’s cock.  The cock responded to the cool cream and Brian’s fingers, and stood erect.  “I’ve always wanted to sculpt,” said Brian, adding more cream.  He fashioned a giant penis of cream around Justin’s actual cock.

 

“Now you have to eat that if you want to get to the real thing,” Justin laughed.

 

“Not necessarily,” Brian said.  “Too many calories.”

 

He grabbed a condom, and gave it to Justin to put on him.  His own hand was still covered with cream.  He used that cream and some from Justin’s stomach to lube his shaft.  His creamy fingers sought Justin’s hole and plunged in.  When he had opened Justin’s pucker, he placed Justin’s legs on his shoulders and positioned his cream covered cock at the opening.

 

“Ready for dessert?” he asked.

 

Justin nodded and Brian plunged in.  They rocked together, finding their natural rhythm.  Brian took Justin’s cock, and used his cream sculpture as lubricant to slide up and down the shaft.  Soon they were both panting and coming and coming and coming.

 

Brian lay on top of Justin, both of them covered in cream and cum and sweat.  Brian licked Justin’s chest, getting a mixture of cream and cum.  He kissed Justin deeply, transferring some to his mouth.

 

“Tastes yummy,” Justin said, kissing Brian again.

 

Brian said, “Stay still.”  He reached over and pulled the sheet from the chaise.  He began wiping the cream and cum off Justin.  Justin took another corner of the sheet and did the same for Brian.  When they had cleaned up the worst of the mess, they stood up.  Brian took the demolished sheet and put it in a hamper in the bathroom.  He wet some more cloths and gave one to Justin.  They finished cleaning up as best they could. 

 

“I need a shower,” Justin said.

 

“This will have to do until we get home.”

 

They dressed and went downstairs.  Emile greeted them in the hallway.

 

“I hope you had a lovely evening,” he said.

 

“Fabulous,” Justin grinned.

 

“Thanks, Emile,” Brian said, shaking his hand.

 

“Come again soon,” Emile said, as they left.  Justin didn’t miss the double entendre.

 

“Does he know what we did?”  Justin looked horrified.

 

“Not really, but I’m sure he used his imagination,” Brian said, laughing.

 

They drove home mostly in silence.

 

“That was the best evening!” Justin raved, as they arrived at the loft.

 

“Ridiculously romantic enough for you?” Brian asked.

 

“Above and beyond.”

 

“Let’s take a shower and relive the high points,” Brian said suggestively.

 

They rushed to the bathroom, getting rid of clothes as they went.  Justin had forgotten that they had so many high points.

 

They collapsed on the bed some time later, both exhausted, and very happy.  Neither thought about tomorrow’s trip, or bad dreams, or whispered warnings inside one’s head.

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