This is a continuation of The Home Coming; where Melissa Andrews cheered with the rest of the girls at the game and has just made a grand entrance to The Home Coming Dance with her date, Jasmine's brother.

 

Melissa Goes to School

by

Karen Anne Summerfield
Copyright November 2002

 

The First Date

Part IV

 

Except for my friends on the squad, all the other kids stayed clear of us at the dance. We certainly weren't ignored; we were the center of their attention. I tried my best to ignore it, but it was no use.

"What's bothering you, Melissa?" Ted asked when holding me closely for a slow dance.

I told the truth, "I don't like the way we're being stared at and knowing everyone is talking about us." His arm hugged me tighter to him.

"Forget them and what they think about us." He pushed me a little away so our eyes met. "Or … would you rather they continued to think you're a lesbian?" I didn't answer; just finished the dance with my cheek resting on his broad chest.

"Hey, Jazzi, come here a sec," Ted pulled her away from Calvin, who still looked shaken, and moved to the side. It was her coming towards me while my date went in the opposite direction.

"The next dance with you is mine." Jasmine grinned, showing her perfect teeth behind her red lips. When the music began, my wrist was seized and she pulled me to the center of the dance floor.

"Show time!" Jasmine shouted. Her sister's latest hit was blaring loudly. I'd seen the video and had sung the song as it played on the television. "Do it girl!" Jasmine began to dance like one of the performers in it.

'What the H!' I started with Tina's act.

"Sing it, girl!" Tina's hair is nothing like mine was, but that didn't stop me from starting to shake it about in the same fashion.

I quickly lost myself in Tina's performance, which is more than wild. Ted and Jasmine were right there acting with me. When I ended it with a twirl, the entire place thundered with applause as I kissed my date, which ended the way the real performance did too. That had broken the ice.

No longer, was I being constantly watched by the rest, but many came up to chat with us between dances or when I sat one out. We left about midnight when my legs just could no longer support me enough for another dance.

"I'm going to warn Tina of her competition, Melissa," Ted teased. "You are one talented girl."

"Thanks, but you don't need to flatter me."

"I wasn't; believe me. You are very special to me." 'What was that supposed to mean?' I asked myself. He continued before I asked.

"Most definitely, I'd like to get to know you better," he confided.

"What time do you have to be home, Melissa?"

"I told mom, I'd be home by one or I'd call her to let her know. I don't want her to worry." I was shocked, feeling a cell phone enter my hand.

"Call. I've no intention of taking you home now."

My panic was sudden! I couldn't use the excuse that I absolutely had to be home; I'd just thrown that out the window. I fought for something to say - some excuse. Earlier, I'd trusted that Ted wasn't going to force anything on me … then?

"Hi, mom," I said when I heard her answer.

I turned on the seat with my back pressed to the door to watch him as I talked.

"I'll be late, mom." I waited for; hoped for her to over rule me and order I be home then. That didn't happen.

"I'm sure you know what you're doing, Melissa. I'll not worry and stay up. I'll leave the light on.

"Do have great night." It was as much of a shock when the connection terminated, as it had been to feel the phone. 'How could she do this to me?'

"Here's your phone. Thank you, Ted." I offered.

"Put it in your purse, in case you need it later." He gently pushed my hand back.

I just sat quietly, scared to death that I was about to be raped.

It wasn't some remote dead end road he drove to, but his home. Ted still lived with his parents, as did Tina. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or panic more.

"Mom and Dad will still be up until Jas' comes home. We'll keep them company." I think my sigh was audible, but he only smiled a little and said nothing. Still the house was dark as we walked from the garage. The bells in my hair seemed louder than ever before.

"Nice to see you again, Melissa," Ted's father greeted me in the fire-lit den where the stereo softly played jazz.

"Your mother went to bed with a headache. I'm glad you came to keep me company, son." He directed his conversation towards me when Ted excused himself for a few minutes.

"Did you have a nice time at the dance tonight, Melissa?"

'Yes, thank you. It was a bit exhausting though."

"Would you like to go to bed?" 'Was he inviting me to what I'd feared Ted desired?' "Just let me know and I'll direct you to one of the guest rooms. I apologize that the staff has retired; you'll have to attend to things by yourself." 'Why was I being so paranoid?'

"I'm concerned," he stated. I questioned about what. "How do you see yourself in a year with my son, Melissa?" My mind snapped to attention.

"Excuse me, sir? Ted took me to a dance tonight. Honestly, I've given no thought to a future with your son."

"Well … let's think of it hypothetically then." Before he continued, Ted returned wearing casual clothes, gently took my hand and moved me from the chair to sit closer to his father, facing him on the couch then sat. His arm went about my waist and pulled me still closer.

"Melissa was a very enjoyable date tonight, father. With your permission, I'd like her to visit here more often." 'Huh?'

"You should see her sing and dance to Tina's song. My sister might have competition."

"I'll let Tina decide that," his father stated.

"I just asked where your pretty girlfriend sees her future with you. Let me ask you the same question?"

"Melissa is a wonderful dancer and performer. She's intelligent and well mannered…"

"All admirable qualities, Theodore," his father interrupted. "Proceed."

"Most definitely, I want to know much more about her."

I found the courage to speak up. "Before you plan a wedding for us. There are a lot of problems I must work out."

"Nothing you'll not allow us to help you resolve, I trust, Melissa," Dr. Jade interjected. "What sort of problems?"

"Our … actually, my age. I'm only sixteen."

"Yes, you've informed us of that. Certainly there will be nothing of a long-term nature until you are of age," Ted's father said. "Tell us, is age the only barrier, Melissa?"

"Yes," I lied. Race was not an issue; my anatomy was!

"You mentioned that you'd like to attend FIT to further yourself in a career of fashion design?" It sounded like a question. I affirmed what I'd said.

"I think you should talk to Tina, more. As she said, you'll find it easier to be a rock star than a high fashion designer, Melissa." Ted turned his look to his father.

"You should have seen her performance tonight, father."

*****

I don't remember falling asleep, but their maid. Suzi was shaking me gently to wake up. I was on the couch, fully dressed and covered with a down comforter.

"Good morning, Miss Melissa," she said, gently pulling my shoulder to sit upright.

"Good morning," I mumbled. I checked my wristwatch to see it was past nine. I stretched for my purse and the cell phone it contained. Suzi stopped me.

"Your mother was called after you fell asleep, Miss Melissa, if that is your concern." Suzi was young, eighteen or nineteen, at the most, was my guess.

"Allow me to help you. I'm sure you'd like to shower and change." I needed to use the toilet and gave the maid no argument as she escorted me upstairs.

"Miss Tina offered her suite to you," she informed.

Tina was there when we entered, seated at her computer, apparently surfing.

"That will be all, Suzi. Thank you. Return to your chores," she casually dismissed the young maid with a wave of her hand then turned her attention to me.

"I'm sure you'd like to bathe. Through there," Tina pointed. "I think my things might fit you, even if my skirts might be on the short side. Closet is off the dressing room. Feel free to borrow what you find.

"Holler if you need help." Her attention returned to her computer.

My watch said half past ten when Tina knocked then entered to dressing room where I was seated, completing my makeup. I'd been lucky, I'd thought, finding her razor to shave my face before the hairs were too noticeable. She used the bathroom and returned to sit beside me.

"Sexy choice," she glanced at the leather shorts and white blouse I'd selected. "I wear that with thigh-high boots."

"I've seen the video," I giggled. "I'm a size eight." She returned from the closet with the boots and slipped them on my feet then zipped them up. I felt in heaven.

"I heard you put on quite a performance last night. I want to see it," Tina smiled. "You'll do better wearing the outfit." Yes, I'd found what she'd worn in the shoot and put it on.

I'd removed the bells on my braids in the bathroom. Tina had them and clipped them on again.

"I like these and think I'll have Sasha and Doll to do their hair like yours for a video." I guessed that they were part of her group, but had never learned their names until then.

Together, we went to the kitchen. "Would you like coffee?" Tina asked as a uniformed woman approached with the pot and cups on a tray.

"Anne this is my brother's girlfriend, Melissa Andrews." I should have objected to everyone thinking of me in that fashion.

"Melissa, Anne is our cook." Anne curtseyed and set a cup before me than one in front of Tina.

"No coffee, thank you. May I have some orange juice, please?"

Certainly, Miss Melissa."

I smiled at Tina, "I'm not used to being waited on like this."

"You will," she smiled back. "Don't hesitate to have Anne or Suzi attend to you. OK?" I nodded.

"We have a small recording studio downstairs. I'd like to see this performance Theo raved about."

I wasn't accustomed to wearing heels as high as those on Tina's boots, so I negotiated the stairs cautiously. Still, they were surprisingly comfortable and I could easily walk in them.

Tina's idea of a 'small' studio didn't quite match mine. It was a small theater perhaps, but occupied half of the basement. She turned on selected lights as I was given a mini tour and explanation of what things were.

"Go to center stage, I'll join you in a second." Tina went to a large booth and soon the area filled with music from one of her albums. I began to dance and she danced out to join me with a grin of approval.

"Lookin' real good, girl!" Tina faced me, a few feet away, and I started to follow her dance. "I do like your moves.

"Try this." She kicked her right leg up above her blonde head. I stumbled on my first attempts.

"No fair, Tina. I'm wearing six-inch heels and you're wearing Nikes," I jokingly protested.

"Be right back. Just warm up." She ran upstairs and soon was back, clicking down the aisle wearing pumps with heels as high as mine.

"Fair now?" With a giggle, she again kicked her leg up with ease. I managed, but was far from graceful.

"Other one." My left leg went up just as high.

As the CD played, we danced for half an hour then paused for a break.

"You're in good shape."

"I guess the exercise I get being a cheerleader helps, Tina."

"Yeah, Jazzi said you were darn good for a new girl."

"Talking about me?" It was my friend, dressed identically to the way I was.

"Tina told me you were down here when she changed." Jasmine moved next to be.

"My sister's been promising me an audition. You don't mind if I join in?"

"No. The more the merrier," I answered.

Rested, I stood and moved back where we'd danced. "What's next?"

"I want to see the show you performed last night," Tina answered. She entered the booth to start the music. Jasmine came close. Together we began.

"Slower," Tina directed… "Now, snap left… Jazzi, move further to the right… A little more." Tina held a remote to control the music and restated it.

"Try it moving your heads the opposite ways, Melissa, right. Good." She let us go through the introduction. I started to sing on cue, as did Tina. We were in different keys and I adjusted. Tina was smiling throughout.

"Let me change the sound to mute the track with my voice." When she returned, instead of joining us, Tina moved behind the large video cameras; adjusting them. I saw the red lights start blinking to indicate they'd been turned on too.

"This time, I'm not going to sing. Let me see if you can add a few of those kicks too." She said.

"Jazzi, you don't sing, just Melissa, but I want you to dance.

"Ready?" We nodded. "One, two, three." The music began.

Tina was out of the range of the cameras and moved to cue my actions. I only partially paid attention and concentrated on doing the performance. We repeated it twice more.

"Can we stop, please?" I panted.

"Sure, you did great, hun'," Tina complimented.

"Let's grab some lunch."

"I really should go home. I'm sure my mother is concerned and I've homework," I said after we'd finished.

Tina insisted I not only wear the stage outfit home, but gave everything to me to keep.

"You'll need it for your audition, anyway," she joked.

Ted borrowed his mother's Cadillac to drive me home.

"I'd a wonderful time, Ted." I was sitting close.

"So did I. May I take you to out next weekend?" he asked. I thought it through before replying.

"I think I'd like that, but I need to ask my mom, before I can say yes."

"Want me to come in with you?" he offered.

"Thanks, but no. She's going to be shocked, just seeing me dressed like this, especially the boots. I'll need to explain then pick the right time to break that to her."

We exchanged phone number before I kissed him in the driveway. My luck wasn't entirely in my favor. Our neighbors across the street had company. Three men were playing basketball in their drive. One gave a loud wolf whistle at the girl in black leather hot pants and thigh-high boots.

"I'm home, mom," I announced. I'd just reached the top of the stairs when she joined me.

"Hi, Melissa," she greeted with a concerned scowl. The expected critical comment didn't follow. She followed me into my room and sat on my bed while I hung my dress and put the shoes and petticoat away.

"How was your weekend?" she asked.

"Very nice. I suppose you're curious about my boots." I sat at he vanity and started to unzip one.

"I'm sure you've an explanation that you'll share with me in time." Her frown was gone, but her tone was cool.

"Things went well at the dance … and afterwards?"

"Very well, thank you. Ted was a perfect gentleman. After we left the dance, he drove me straight to their home and we sat talking to his father until I fell asleep. Nothing happened, mom, if that's what you're worried about."

"Of course I'm concerned. As your mother, I'm responsible for you.

"Dr. Jade woke me to say you'd be spending the night there and not to worry. His wife telephoned me about nine to talk with me and assure me you were in good hands," she smiled for the first time since I'd come home.

"Now you can tell me about the boots," she giggled. I told her everything we'd done earlier.

"Well," mom said when I finished, "you certainly can't be wearing them to school, but I'll not object if you wear hem in the house, Melissa." She paused a moment.

"I'm pleased that you've made a lot of new friends in a short time and that things have been going so well at school. I must tell you, I was a bit worried."

"About what, mom?"

"That you'd ... well, be discovered and your dreams might never be fulfilled, dear."

"I'd like to see the tape someday." Mom stood.

"Supper will be at six thirty." She left and returned to whatever she'd been doing. I changed into a soft pink sweater and long green wool skirt. I was going to take off the boots, but loved feeling them on my legs and felt that I should get more practice wearing heels that high. Unlike other girls my age, I seldom wear jeans or sweats, even about the house. To me, they just weren't very feminine and reserved them for only when I'd be totally out of place in a preferred skirt or dress .My homework occupied my time until dinner was ready.

"Want to tell me about you and Ted, Melissa?" mom asked while we ate. "What were you thinking while dating a man?" I composed my words before replying to her question.

"Before I fell asleep and some while riding in the car with him, I thought about it a lot. At first, I was very scared. I was afraid of what might happen if he, or anyone found out, but contrary to all I believed before, somehow it felt right for me to be with him."

"Right in what way?" she asked.

"Right, in that girls should be with a guy, even girls like me, mom. It's all kind of screwy and I don't understand all of it yet. When I was with Tina, I had the same feelings as I did with Ted, maybe more so.

"With him, I was just so nervous, until I forced myself to relax a little and I think that stopped me from really thinking too much about it. Being with Tina, I wasn't afraid, at all. When she zipped these boots up my legs, I wanted to grab her hand and move it higher, you know…"

"Yes, no need to explain it Melissa." Mom moved back in the other direction.

"Do you want to date Ted again, or another boy?"

"Yes and no. When I got in the car to come home, I slid over next to him. It felt good and natural to do that." I giggled. "Last night I was so relieved that the car had the shift consol between us.

"As to other boys… Mom, I never before felt like I did with Tina or Ted." The ringingof the phone interrupted our conversation. Mom answered it in the kitchen.

"Hello … Yes. Hello Ted." She moved to where I could see her looking in my direction.

"Yes, Melissa is eating her dinner. Why don't you give me your number in case she doesn't have it and I tell her to return your call, in about ten minutes?

"And it was very nice meeting you last night also. Bye."

"That's your boyfriend's phone number," Mom placed the paper beside my plate. She stared a moment.

"You are sixteen. I consider that to be old enough to date, dear. Your curfew is ten on school nights and midnight other days. You do not require my permission to go out, but I'd like to know where and with whom."

"Thank you," was all I could say. My mother was placing my entire future in my own hands.

"Hi Ted," I began when he answered on the first ring.

"Hi, yourself, Melissa.

"I had a very nice time with you last night and would like to see you again," he continued.

"I'd like that too."

We talked for half an hour. I found mom, watching television.

"Ted asked me to go to the movies with him next Friday, mom."

She smiled. "I'm sure you'll have a good time.

"Did you finish your homework?"

"No, not yet."

"Best run up and do it then." I'd been dismissed. When my mother had said that this was entirely my decision; obviously she was serious.

It took a lot of concentration to return to my assignments and finish them before going to bed.

When I'd dressed in my uniform for school, I slipped on a new pair of shoes which mom had bought for me the previous day. She said that, in her opinion, they would be more appropriate for a schoolgirl than the narrow heeled pumps I'd been wearing. I had to admit, that none of the other girls wore them. The new shoes were black in accordance with the dress code. They were still pumps, if I got technical, with thick platforms and fat heels five inches high. I buckled the wide straps across each vamp then walked to my mirror to see how they looked. I did not like them, but wore them downstairs to show mom.

"I like them, Melissa," Mom, said when I loudly entered the kitchen. The chunky heels made more noise on hard surfaces than any others I'd heard.

"I don't," I flatly replied.

"Lots of the other girls wear similar styles. Wear them."

"But I don't like them; they're ugly. Look at how much of my legs show, mom." I quickly lost that argument,

The shoes have not one thing to do with your legs showing. The jumper didn't get shorter over the weekend," she countered.

"Mom, I'm six feet tall and look how high these are. It's like walking on stilts." I lost that protest also.

"Those sexy boots you wore home yesterday didn't seem to bother you at all and their heels are even higher.

"But, mom…"

"You will wear them! End of discussion!" she said with authority. "Sit and eat your cereal." Defeated, I did as I was told.

At the bus stop, the others treated me much differently than previously. Patty complimented my footwear. Linda seemed to pout.

"I asked my mom for ones like yours in the mall, she said no and said they were stupid.

"I like them. Melissa," Linda smiled.

"Good morning, Melissa." I turned to see Brad walking towards us.

"I heard you cheer us at the game. It didn't help us win without Cal, but I want you to know that you and the other girls helped us put out. Thanks." I found no reason to criticize Brad's behavior.

"You're welcome. The cheerleaders are part of what makes football fun." He smiled and looked at me a moment.

"So, who was your date at the dance, Melissa? I've not seen him around before."

"Jasmine's brother, Ted," I answered.

"Theo Jade!" I heard one of the girls exclaim. It was Patty. "Wow, Theo Jade is your boyfriend!" I failed to see the importance she placed on this. "Wait til I tell Marsha. She's gonna die when I tell her that her idol was saving himself for you, Melissa."

"Who's Marsha and what's so special about Jasmine's brother?" Brad was as befuddled as I was.

"Marsha's my sister. She was a freshman when Theo was captain on the football team and won some sort of league MVP or something. He played football for UCLA and won the Heisman Trophy or something. Whatever that its."

"It's awarded to," Brad started to explain, but gave up.

"Isn't Theo a doctor or something, Melissa?" she addressed me.

"Yes."

"Wow! You're gonna marry rich!"

I heard an unmistakable laugh and looked to see my friend.

"Hold on, short stuff," Jasmine began. "Melissa was escorted to one dance by Theo. They aren't even dating and you've got them married already." I think the way I was grinning probably caused Jasmine to question.

"Your not dating Theo, Melissa, Right?"

"We'll … he is taking me to a movie Friday." I avoided her wide-eyed surprise.

My week passed quickly; with practice four afternoons a week and my electrolysis appointment Wednesday evening after supper, the rest of my free time was spent doing my homework and the small chores around the house.

Ted called me Thursday evening to confirm our date stating that he'd pick me up at eight on Friday.

"Mom, which do you think I should wear tomorrow?" I held up a choice of a denim mini and black A-line skirt after his call.

"I think that red plaid jumper you have with a white turtleneck and white hosiery would be appropriate," she sounded serious.

"It's so much like my school uniform, mom," I stated. "I feel like a little girl wearing it."

"Exactly, and you are dating a mature man, Melissa. You're no little girl, but it might cause him to think twice about 'doing' anything with you."

"Come upstairs for a moment." Mom set down her magazine and went up. I followed.

In her bedroom, my mother searched a drawer in her dresser then extended a thin package towards me.

"Wear these with your school shoes." Her manner continued to make it appear that I was being ordered, reinforcing what I'd sensed a few moments ago. I examining the package of white 'bow' stockings I'd been given and I saw a picture of a model also wearing red plaid, but a short skirt with a couple of inches of bare thigh above black bows on the top of each her stockings.

"I'll decide if you may dress as you wish for your next date, if there is to be a next date, Melissa." Her eyes dared me to challenge what she'd stated.

"Yes, mom." I returned to my room.

I was anxious the following day. I worried about what I had to wear and what I'd be doing wearing it! I fretted over how Ted was going to react me being dressed like that. I worried about all sorts of things he could and would do to me, especially if he ever discovered me secret.

Once home and continuing to worry, I did my homework until suppertime and after, went up took and bath and dressed. Mom came into my room when I was applying my makeup.

"How do you feel, Melissa? You seemed upset about something at dinner."

"Just nerves, mom," I told her.

"Nervous about what?" It surprised me to hear her have to ask.

"Wearing this. Dating. What I'm doing. A little bit of everything."

"You may wear what you want tonight. I was wrong telling you how to dress for your boyfriend," Mom encouraged.

I smiled, "You know, mom, everyone has been calling Ted my boyfriend. I really don't think that's right. At the dance, he was my escort. Tonight he's going to be my date. I think 'date' is much more appropriate.

I finished with my lipstick, closed the tube and stood to model for her. Mom's eyes examined me and she smiled when they met mine. Not saying anything further, she left my bedroom. I add my makeup and wallet my favorite purse; one that the dress code forbids because it's too large, not that it's that big. It's a soft black leather shoulder bag which mom had bought as my sixteenth birthday present.

Ted was on time, but mom beat me to the door before I'd arrived. His smile was one of approval as I descended the hallway stairs.

"Hi, Melissa," he greeted entering the open door.

"Hello, Ted." I smiled back. Ted looked handsome in his gray shirt and black slacks. I debated following what I'd thought of then followed through with it. Moving close, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. I think I heard a slight gasp, perhaps it was imagined, from mom. Seeking his hand, I took it in mine. Quite surprisingly, it felt right.

"Ted, Melissa's curfew in twelve o'clock on non-school nights. Regardless, there's an eleven o'clock kick-off for the game and she'll need time to get herself pretty to be there two hours before that." My mother was laying down the law. "I do expect her home, in her own bed tonight." There was nothing harsh in what she told him.

"Certainly, Mrs. Andrews. I'll have her home before then and there's nothing you need worry about."

Ted and I held hands until I got in his car. Before he was behind the wheel, I'd moved close to where he'd be.

"Were you going to drive?" he asked, not halfway in.

"Of course not. I'm only sixteen and don't have a license."

"Then how about moving a bit so I can sit there."

"Sorry," I felt really stupid and moved over to the right.

Once he'd backed out of our driveway and straightened out, Ted pulled me back.

"Now, you can sit as close as you want." I did, my hip and thigh pressed his. What I'd worried about on our previous date, happened; he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me still closer.

"You look especially cute tonight. Thank you, Melissa?"

"Thank you," was all I could think to whisper.

I examined what I was doing as we rode quietly. Was this what I should be doing? Should I be dating a man almost twice my age? Should I be dating a man at all? Where was all of this going to lead?

"How was your week, Ted? Tell me about it." I needed to stop questioning my actions.

"I took out an appendix, sutured some knife wounds, removed four bullets from a guy's back, amputated the leg of a woman with gangrene along with assisting a heart bypass; really fun stuff," he quipped. "You really don't want to hear about routine surgeries."

"No. OK tell me about the non-routine ones," I giggled. "I really wasn’t prepared for that bloody tale.

"What do you consider out of the ordinary, if all you just said is routine?"

"I performed two breast enhancements." I sensed him turn towards me and met his eyes.

"What's so non-routine about giving a woman a boob job?" I innocently asked.

His reply silenced me. "By biological definition, my patients weren't women."

"What were they then, if not women?" I finally managed to ask while trying to avoid revealing my knowledge. I sought the depth of Ted's understanding without seeming to press too eagerly.

"Transsexuals. Both Charlene and Christa were born male, but with the souls of girls. Theirs is really a unique case as they are identical twins. Charles and Christopher are the names their parents christened them with, but they are more female then almost any of the real women I've ever met."

"Why do you distinguish them from real women? You just told me that they were born female with the wrong anatomy; a mistake on the assembly line. They tried to convince my dad the green car he'd ordered was an assembly line error, when it turned out to be bright red when I was little. It was still a real car.

Our next words made me realize I'd might have said too much. "I doubt you'd understand, Melissa. Most of my patients are more female than females, despite their chromosomes.

"Would you date a girl like that?" Why did I stupidly ask that?

"There is something very special about a few that I've treated." He concentrated on parking the car. "I'm fascinated, call it a fetish, by a girl, who isn't, that she becomes more than perfect. I try not to date my patients." Silently, I'd the silly thought to ask for my dollar back and giggled.

Ted tended my door, "No need to worry and get all jealous. I'm not dating anyone else, but you, especially a T girl, Melissa." He took my hand to assist my exit from the car. Desperately, I wanted to learn much more; wisely, I didn't.

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

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