[The sound he makes when she starts to suck at him is part obscene, part pleading, his hand flat against the door and trying not to bang against it. His head does and he bites his lip, toes curling up in his shoes at the feel of her sucking at that so very sensitive part of himself. He looks down, watching her mouth... it's totally different. The scruff is there, for one, the hair is shorter and not in the way and her lips aren't stretching as much as they usually do to fit him in. Which makes him wonder if it's uncomfortable for her the other way -- or this way. Jesus, he doesn't know. He wants to be able to think, but her hand and her mouth are just...
[ oh she should just stick to what she's doing, but- ] -- not sure we're ready for that yet. [ eeheheh see what she did there, since he said "fuck" she said- yeah. anyway. her hand presses down at the base of his cock, holding him still so she can bob her head a bit over him, not letting herself get as messy as she might normally, too much spit is hard to clean up ( although man, they've sure got a lot of napkins in this stockroom ), but she keeps that going long enough that when she pulls off she's sucking in a deep breath, groaning a little bit before she's moving back in again. ]
[His knees are flexing, his hips wanting to rock into that very effective mouth more, but he was keeping still, letting her do all the work. The joke was lame -- LAME, RACHEL --, but he laughed, head falling back again as he let out a pathetic laugh.]
I hate the gods. I hate them so much. You have no idea how much I want to throw you up against this door right now. How much I want to just rip off all your clothes and slide right into you. God, I love when you're wet, you're always so wet for me and it's perfect and tight, Jesus, I just want... I want... fuck--
[He could feel that coiling tension in the pit of his stomach again, letting out a moan.]
[ she braces the heel of her hand against his hip, pressing him back against the door even while her other hand is tugging at his dick, which is a little contradictory but she's sure he won't mind. she's being a little aggressive because he's talking dirty but she can't follow up on it, she can't one-up him right now, and that's so, so frustrating. so she takes it out on him, on how tight her tongue presses against him, the hard suction of her mouth. it's the kind of pressure she might put behind a kiss against his throat, trying to leave a mark. he could tell her to ease off, but she's sure he won't, not if he's feeling as riled up as she is right now. when she pulls back for a breath, her voice is- way wrong, it's almost gravelly in a way ]
Love you, too. Now grab my hair. C'mon, show me how much you like this. Let me feel it.
[ part of her is curious if he'll treat her a little rougher the same way she's treating him. because she's a boy or just because it makes sense that if she pushes a little harder, for him to push back. still, she doesn't wait for an answer, hardly even waits until she's caught her breath, but then she's moving back in to take him into her mouth as deeply as she can, letting her teeth gently graze along the way on the way back again. after that it's back to what she was doing before, sucking hard and squeezing her hand around what doesn't fit in her mouth ]
[The tug on her curl switches to his hand sinking into the smaller group of them, fisting in them and holding as her head bobs, mouth open and little panting gasps falling from it as his other hand moves to her shoulder.]
Want you so bad. Going to keep you in bed for a week when you change back. Tie you down and just keep you there and f- f- fuck..
[His fingers clenched, his head hitting the door hard as he came, a loud, obvious as to what was happening moan leaving him.]
[ yeah, she'd smile if she could, but instead she just focuses on keeping her mouth moving over him, making sure he doesn't move too much that the door rattles. not that it matters anyway, not once he's moaning like that, fucking filthy, and she'd be telling him to shush if she wasn't trying to make sure they didn't make a mess in here.
she lets go of his hip once she's settling back on her haunches, which- ends up making her wince. yikes, jeans get tight across the lap when she's sitting like that. okay, good to know. she also realizes now that she's ridiculously hard, and it's kind of impossible to ignore. which is so, so weird. still, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand just in case, for propriety's sake, before she lifts up again and works on pulling his pants back up for him ]
Going to hold you to that, you know. A whole week, just me and you.
Tied to the bed. You're not going anywhere. I'll feed you and give you sponge baths.
[Okay, so, maybe he'd needed that. He gave her a lazy post-orgasmic smile before his eyes slid down and-- yep. There was still the indication of a certain someone's still potent arousal. Stiles was by no means a selfish lover. His priorities were always making sure Rachel came at least once. At least, and that was usually when he was too tired to do more. But this was tricky territory. He couldn't return the favor. Not the same way. If she was still a she, he'd have his face buried in her cunt before she'd finished wiping her mouth off. But that was not a vagina. That was definitely a dick. But he knew his way around dicks, right? He could at least...
His hand moved to her hip, his eyes still lazy and satisfied as he smiled at her, then moved that hand so that he was cupping her through the front.]
[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]
You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]
You sure you want to take care of this all by yourself? You know I can do it for you. Probably faster.
[So maybe a part of him liked the way she reacted to something as simple as him touching her through her pants. Maybe his hand snuck up and pulled at the button of her jeans until it slid free. And maybe his fingers were pulling the zipper down. He was waiting for this massively huge cock to spring out at him and scare him off, figuring if she was taller than him...]
You don't have to figure it out, Rach. Let me do this for you and then we can go see to the tables, okay?
[ why wasn't her brain working? normally she could talk just fine when she and Stiles were fooling around, she was just talking a minute ago. but all she can focus on is how close his hand is to her cock ( weird ), how hard she is ( so weird ), and how massively turned on she is at the thought of Stiles wanting to do this for her ( ... not so weird ). her pulse is sort of hammering away and she can't think, she can't talk ]
-- 'Kay?
[ Stiles you're going to have to teach her how to brain while she has a boner, apparently. right now it's impossible for her. ]
[His hand reaches in past the open flap of her pants, finding that length that's both familiar and totally not and... oh. Well. Okay. He hadn't expected that.
He didn't have a measuring tape or anything, but his hand was telling him that between the two of them, Stiles had the bigger equipment and there was some sort of smug pride puffing his chest up as he pulled her out, stroking her in the air of the store room and leaning in to bite at her earlobe.]
[ she's kind of frozen, at first. this is all so new on like, twenty-three levels, and it's making it hard to breathe let alone process anything that's going on beyond the fact that Stiles' hand is curled around some part of her that is making her brain short circuit. her eyes fall shut when his teeth find her ear, and she just hums - mhmmm - as her hands move to hold onto his shoulders, feet separating a little more, like she's not sure she trusts herself to stay upright on her own right now. better to brace herself. and it takes her a second, a good long while, before she computes the whole hand-to-junk ratio, once her head tips forward to rest on his shoulder, eyes blurring but not falling shut just yet ]
Hey. [ she sounds half amused, half ..maybe a little bummed out ] You're bigger than me, aren't you? Your hand looks ..bigger on mine than it does on yours. [ she groans, because her brain can't process that, it can't. ] Oh, gods that's weird.
[He slid his hand up to the head of her dick, thumb circling around the slit to smear precome over it before he began to stroke along the shaft again. Sure, he was bigger, but for a handjob, that didn't mean shit. Honestly, it probably didn't mean shit for anything, but guys were wired strangely and dick sizes were part of that wiring. So yeah, he felt a little validation that his dick was bigger than his girlfriend's.
[ she probably shouldn't be stepping closer to him while he's doing that, but it's some kind of instinct, the need to cling and hold on tight when he's got his hands on her. and so that's what she's doing now, one of her hands sliding to the back of his neck while her face presses into the crook of his shoulder, her other hand sort of finding its way around to hold onto his shoulder that way. all very clingy, but she's trying to keep some space between the lower halves of their bodies, just so he has room to move or do whatever he plans on doing. she's not sure why she's feeling so over-sensitized, she can't imagine Stiles feels like this every time she's jerking him off or whatever, but maybe it's just the ..being inexperienced with this. she's never even touched herself while in this body, so. yeah. that has to be it.
coming to that realization doesn't make it any easier to get control over her brain, but it's a start ]
Well, it might matter a little. [ yeeeeep just talking shit cause she's so turned on right now. oh well. there's no such thing as embarrassment in Bonerville ] Might make me love your cock even more.
[He turned to let his lips brush against the corner of hers, tickled by the light hairs there and having to press them together to keep from pulling back. His hand moved lower, deciding if he was going to jerk her off, he should do it properly -- and a proper jerk off included a little ball playing.]
[ she huffs a laugh at that, love away, sure, she was. that's exactly what she was doing. she was impossibly full of love for this boy, filled from her head to her toes, and no it wasn't just because of his dick, but ah, right now that's all she could think about. how badly she wants and how much she loves what she's getting. which is just his hand, his hand which is moving and making her lift up on her toes for a second because oh okay that feels really awesome, wow- ] Fuck. [ her hand grips in his hair at the back of his head before resting flat again, just holding on ] Nnnh- [ not going to take much more. you should probably actually say that, Rachel. form the words. tell your boyfriend he's about to make you come. tell him. say it. no? oook. maybe she can hold off until she can form the words ]
[Watching her like this wasn't quite the same as watching her the first time they'd... well, they'd done anything, but it was a little similar. He knew she hadn't done anything with herself and he'd been surprised. Hell, if he'd woken up as a girl, he would have been in the bathroom playing with his breasts the first chance he got. Watching them bounce... yeah. Bouncy boobs were great.
But she'd avoided any of that and maybe... maybe this was a bit of a reward for that. 'Good girl'.]
I wish I could. I wish I could bend you over right now, babe.
[His hand was back on her shaft, stroking more quickly and angling her to the side on the off chance she went without saying anything. He wasn't wearing his apron, so...]
[ oh, yeahyeah, she had that coming. she did the same thing to him. joke's on her. she'd be laughing and pushing at him if she wasn't so hellbent on zoning out and tuning into one thing and one thing only. her breathing is starting to just turn into little groans, odd grunts she can't put a name on because they aren't very Rachely sounding. ] Stiles. [ does that count as a warning? it should. it should definitely count. because she's coming a moment later, a rough grunt through her teeth the only sound she allows herself before she's burring her face again his neck again, trying to muffle anything else that happens. she can't really tell what it's like besides fuck yes release that isn't entirely unlike how she normally feels when Stiles pushes her over the edge, except that with every jerk of her stomach muscles she empties herself a little more. so, that's weird, that she can feel that. each pull of his hand helps her through it, makes it easier to just let her body go slack and enjoy it, even if it is
still
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Oh, gods that-
[ felt good. ]
Unh.
[ ah, close enough. she'll worry about messes in a second ]
[His other hand comes up to the back of her neck, holding her in against him as he feels her cock throb in his hand. It's different, feeling it from just the outside without feeling the release as, well, a release. He strokes her through it, milking her of it all the way he liked to have it done, turning to press a light kiss to her cheek.]
I believe 'unh' is good. I'm taking it as good. The mess on the floor is good, too. It'll have to be cleaned up, but it's good that it happened. You okay?
[ she takes a long while to regroup, collect her brain and make sure it's all in order before she's standing up straight again, no longer leaning on him for support. she does give him a kiss though, slow and lazy and ah, there's another thing you should warn someone about before doing - hey, take a deep breath, this is going to be a doozy of a mini make out session - but oh well. eventually she pulls back again, reaching to fix her pants back up and trying hard not to look too bummed out about the mess she made either. ]
I love you but I told you I should have gone to the bathroom to do that. At least there isn't any food in here. [ stock room for stuff, right, but all their food was in the fridges, for the most part. at least there's that small comfort. ] Guh, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I need some blood circulation, stat. [ she grins, pushes a hand through her hair just to ruck up her curls a bit ]
Are you primping? I give you your first guy orgasm and you primp after? You know, if I was the jealous type, I'd be worried you were going out to look good for Minty.
[He shook his head at the mess of his girlfriend, moving to grab one of the containers of napkins and pulling out a handful before bending to clean up the splatter and spray of sticky come.]
[ now that they've got all this touchytouchy stuff under their belts, she doesn't feel all that shy about moving to stand behind him, bending so she can circle her arms around his middle and pretend to pull him upright, away from what he's doing ]
Now you know how I feel, though. Except you don't even have to try, she's always watching you. Waiting to get her hands on you the way I do.
Please. She's probably more interested in the new redheaded guy than the old boring one.
[He finished cleaning up, using a fresh napkin to make sure it was as dry as it could get before he came back in later to clean it with actual cleaning stuff. He was all for defiling the restaurant with sexual deviancy, but he also knew it was a place for eating and that was just eww not to clean up.]
[ she's still clinging onto him even while he cleans like a cleany thing, resting her chin on his shoulder like he usually does with her when he's hugging her from behind. where he goes, she'll follow. for now. until they need to leave the stock room and get back to helping customers. for now she's enjoying her no-personal-space time with her boyfriend while it lasts. ]
Maybe I can woo her then convince her to wait for me, and not look at any other boys for a year just to prove her love to me. That could work.
[Mess cleaned up, he moves to stand, though he's not pulling out of her embrace. Truth be told, he's missed being touched, especially by her, and while this isn't exactly what he wanted... it was close enough.]
I bet you could. Between the two of us, she'd pick you hands down. You're taller.
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It's unfair, is what it is.]
Rach, Rachel, fuck...
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I hate the gods. I hate them so much. You have no idea how much I want to throw you up against this door right now. How much I want to just rip off all your clothes and slide right into you. God, I love when you're wet, you're always so wet for me and it's perfect and tight, Jesus, I just want... I want... fuck--
[He could feel that coiling tension in the pit of his stomach again, letting out a moan.]
Still good. Still good at this, god, love you.
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Love you, too. Now grab my hair. C'mon, show me how much you like this. Let me feel it.
[ part of her is curious if he'll treat her a little rougher the same way she's treating him. because she's a boy or just because it makes sense that if she pushes a little harder, for him to push back. still, she doesn't wait for an answer, hardly even waits until she's caught her breath, but then she's moving back in to take him into her mouth as deeply as she can, letting her teeth gently graze along the way on the way back again. after that it's back to what she was doing before, sucking hard and squeezing her hand around what doesn't fit in her mouth ]
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Want you so bad. Going to keep you in bed for a week when you change back. Tie you down and just keep you there and f- f- fuck..
[His fingers clenched, his head hitting the door hard as he came, a loud, obvious as to what was happening moan leaving him.]
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she lets go of his hip once she's settling back on her haunches, which- ends up making her wince. yikes, jeans get tight across the lap when she's sitting like that. okay, good to know. she also realizes now that she's ridiculously hard, and it's kind of impossible to ignore. which is so, so weird. still, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand just in case, for propriety's sake, before she lifts up again and works on pulling his pants back up for him ]
Going to hold you to that, you know. A whole week, just me and you.
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[Okay, so, maybe he'd needed that. He gave her a lazy post-orgasmic smile before his eyes slid down and-- yep. There was still the indication of a certain someone's still potent arousal. Stiles was by no means a selfish lover. His priorities were always making sure Rachel came at least once. At least, and that was usually when he was too tired to do more. But this was tricky territory. He couldn't return the favor. Not the same way. If she was still a she, he'd have his face buried in her cunt before she'd finished wiping her mouth off. But that was not a vagina. That was definitely a dick. But he knew his way around dicks, right? He could at least...
His hand moved to her hip, his eyes still lazy and satisfied as he smiled at her, then moved that hand so that he was cupping her through the front.]
Pants a little tight?
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[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]
You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]
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[So maybe a part of him liked the way she reacted to something as simple as him touching her through her pants. Maybe his hand snuck up and pulled at the button of her jeans until it slid free. And maybe his fingers were pulling the zipper down. He was waiting for this massively huge cock to spring out at him and scare him off, figuring if she was taller than him...]
You don't have to figure it out, Rach. Let me do this for you and then we can go see to the tables, okay?
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[ why wasn't her brain working? normally she could talk just fine when she and Stiles were fooling around, she was just talking a minute ago. but all she can focus on is how close his hand is to her cock ( weird ), how hard she is ( so weird ), and how massively turned on she is at the thought of Stiles wanting to do this for her ( ... not so weird ). her pulse is sort of hammering away and she can't think, she can't talk ]
-- 'Kay?
[ Stiles you're going to have to teach her how to brain while she has a boner, apparently. right now it's impossible for her. ]
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He didn't have a measuring tape or anything, but his hand was telling him that between the two of them, Stiles had the bigger equipment and there was some sort of smug pride puffing his chest up as he pulled her out, stroking her in the air of the store room and leaning in to bite at her earlobe.]
Yeah?
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[ she's kind of frozen, at first. this is all so new on like, twenty-three levels, and it's making it hard to breathe let alone process anything that's going on beyond the fact that Stiles' hand is curled around some part of her that is making her brain short circuit. her eyes fall shut when his teeth find her ear, and she just hums - mhmmm - as her hands move to hold onto his shoulders, feet separating a little more, like she's not sure she trusts herself to stay upright on her own right now. better to brace herself. and it takes her a second, a good long while, before she computes the whole hand-to-junk ratio, once her head tips forward to rest on his shoulder, eyes blurring but not falling shut just yet ]
Hey. [ she sounds half amused, half ..maybe a little bummed out ] You're bigger than me, aren't you? Your hand looks ..bigger on mine than it does on yours. [ she groans, because her brain can't process that, it can't. ] Oh, gods that's weird.
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[He slid his hand up to the head of her dick, thumb circling around the slit to smear precome over it before he began to stroke along the shaft again. Sure, he was bigger, but for a handjob, that didn't mean shit. Honestly, it probably didn't mean shit for anything, but guys were wired strangely and dick sizes were part of that wiring. So yeah, he felt a little validation that his dick was bigger than his girlfriend's.
He also tried not to look too closely at that.]
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[ she probably shouldn't be stepping closer to him while he's doing that, but it's some kind of instinct, the need to cling and hold on tight when he's got his hands on her. and so that's what she's doing now, one of her hands sliding to the back of his neck while her face presses into the crook of his shoulder, her other hand sort of finding its way around to hold onto his shoulder that way. all very clingy, but she's trying to keep some space between the lower halves of their bodies, just so he has room to move or do whatever he plans on doing. she's not sure why she's feeling so over-sensitized, she can't imagine Stiles feels like this every time she's jerking him off or whatever, but maybe it's just the ..being inexperienced with this. she's never even touched herself while in this body, so. yeah. that has to be it.
coming to that realization doesn't make it any easier to get control over her brain, but it's a start ]
Well, it might matter a little. [ yeeeeep just talking shit cause she's so turned on right now. oh well. there's no such thing as embarrassment in Bonerville ] Might make me love your cock even more.
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[He turned to let his lips brush against the corner of hers, tickled by the light hairs there and having to press them together to keep from pulling back. His hand moved lower, deciding if he was going to jerk her off, he should do it properly -- and a proper jerk off included a little ball playing.]
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But she'd avoided any of that and maybe... maybe this was a bit of a reward for that. 'Good girl'.]
I wish I could. I wish I could bend you over right now, babe.
[His hand was back on her shaft, stroking more quickly and angling her to the side on the off chance she went without saying anything. He wasn't wearing his apron, so...]
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still
really very weird ]
Oh, gods that-
[ felt good. ]
Unh.
[ ah, close enough. she'll worry about messes in a second ]
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I believe 'unh' is good. I'm taking it as good. The mess on the floor is good, too. It'll have to be cleaned up, but it's good that it happened. You okay?
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[ she takes a long while to regroup, collect her brain and make sure it's all in order before she's standing up straight again, no longer leaning on him for support. she does give him a kiss though, slow and lazy and ah, there's another thing you should warn someone about before doing - hey, take a deep breath, this is going to be a doozy of a mini make out session - but oh well. eventually she pulls back again, reaching to fix her pants back up and trying hard not to look too bummed out about the mess she made either. ]
I love you but I told you I should have gone to the bathroom to do that. At least there isn't any food in here. [ stock room for stuff, right, but all their food was in the fridges, for the most part. at least there's that small comfort. ] Guh, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I need some blood circulation, stat. [ she grins, pushes a hand through her hair just to ruck up her curls a bit ]
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[He shook his head at the mess of his girlfriend, moving to grab one of the containers of napkins and pulling out a handful before bending to clean up the splatter and spray of sticky come.]
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[ now that they've got all this touchytouchy stuff under their belts, she doesn't feel all that shy about moving to stand behind him, bending so she can circle her arms around his middle and pretend to pull him upright, away from what he's doing ]
Now you know how I feel, though. Except you don't even have to try, she's always watching you. Waiting to get her hands on you the way I do.
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[He finished cleaning up, using a fresh napkin to make sure it was as dry as it could get before he came back in later to clean it with actual cleaning stuff. He was all for defiling the restaurant with sexual deviancy, but he also knew it was a place for eating and that was just eww not to clean up.]
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[ she's still clinging onto him even while he cleans like a cleany thing, resting her chin on his shoulder like he usually does with her when he's hugging her from behind. where he goes, she'll follow. for now. until they need to leave the stock room and get back to helping customers. for now she's enjoying her no-personal-space time with her boyfriend while it lasts. ]
Maybe I can woo her then convince her to wait for me, and not look at any other boys for a year just to prove her love to me. That could work.
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I bet you could. Between the two of us, she'd pick you hands down. You're taller.
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