19 April 2001
X-Force

Safety first. When riding a bike, wear a helmet. When engaging in sex, wear a condom. When watching TV, wear both.

Disclaimer: If they were ours, they wouldn't have had to run away from home to get together.

Authors' notes: Damn that couch has seen a lot of action. Jane wonders whether Cable sometimes just stands around looking at it funny.

Acknowledgements: To Sheila and Otsoko, who helped us when Shatty insisted on getting bilingual on our asses, and provided ever more things for us to whisper in the dark.
 
 

Lindo Y Casero
by Janete

Just one late night on the couch, popcorn down to the kernels and TV blaring an infomercial that's just obnoxious enough to actually hold Rictor's attention. The guy doing all the talking reminds him of some of the female-to-male transsexuals they'd stumbled across walking past that one club in the city.

Small, pale, and almost intensely muscled. Not huge, but sort of ropy with it, with big green eyes and a beard around a soft pink mouth. Beard hair like something drawn on like a child, thick and straight and. Bushy. Flash of anonymous girl part, section 3 in his head -- just these hips, and the triangle between. Soft brown bush-beard hair and the thought makes him shy a little.

Women are pretty, but there's something fundamentally strange about them. Something about the way they're shaped, and how they can be naked and hairless except for that shocking triangle that's exactly where Rictor is supposed to be going. Memory of turning 13 and being tossed in a weird-smelling room with a woman in her 30s, all hips and stretch marks and huge, soft breasts.

It had been terrifying in a way he still jerks off about sometimes, in that what-am-I-doing? way.

The man on the screen is scrubbing tile that might have been on that same whore's floor now. Staring directly into the camera and blinking maybe once a minute. Ric settles back against the couch and brings his hand to his mouth, or tries to.

Looks up to find Shatty holding his hand in both of his and studying it hard. He's pretty sure he hasn't punched anything hard enough to injure himself, though. "What's up, 'mano? Did I get a splinter?"

Shatty says, "No," almost absently, not looking up. So Ric just waits, sure that some explanation's going to come, and keeps waiting until Shatty extends a finger and rubs it over one of the dozens of small scars on his knuckles. The callus that scrapes over the thin skin is startling, a small shock that expands when it touches a nerve interlaid with bone. Enough to make him gasp, and then reach out as lightning-fast as Cable's taught him to be and close his other hand around Shatty's wrist.

Moment like that, in which Shatty looks at him as if Ric's done something bemusing. He doesn't let go, or even end the little caress, even trapped as he is by Ric's grasp.

Ric notices the sharp, almost invisibly fair hairs that are part of the texture of Shatty's arm, making the line of him just that much blurred, extra paleness now rubbing at his palm.

Startling, his own darkness against that freckled white-pink. Shatty turns towards him, finally, and releases Ric's hand from his clasp. Then just picks up the other hand, the gripping one, peeling each finger back to get it loose. And holds it up to the light. Which catches the small, startling lines of scars and the almost-bloody lines of hangnails he's bitten off in the last couple of days. Not even thinking, particularly, while he's been chewing on his fingers, though he's learned not to do it in battle, at least. But he's shocked by how close to meat they look under Shatty's eyes.

More shocked by that, maybe, than the bow of Shatty's head when he raises Ric's hand to his mouth and kisses each finger individually, ending with his mouth rough-soft against the line-scar that curves barely-there along his knuckles to hook around his middle finger.

Ric has the insanely stupid urge to ask if that is, perhaps, one of the Mojoworld rituals they just haven't come across yet. Kissing battle scars. Something intensely male in that, despite everything else. Though it could get tricky with where some of his own scars are located and Shatty heals and what he really wants is to buy some time.

"Um."

And in that second Shatty releases his hand, and Ric catches himself just leaving it hanging there while the other man practices Decorative Lounge #3 -- half-twisted, one arm along the back of the couch, warm hand just behind and between Ric's shoulderblades, the other across his own thigh, bent up and resting on the cushions between them.

Knee just brushing Ric's thigh.

Shatterstar is giving him that look, the one he always associates with the way the man had learned Spanish, and the way it had seemed perfectly natural for him to learn Cadre. In other words, part of that unspoken thing that lays large and strange between them, always.

"You should not harm yourself in this way, Julio."

Shrugs it off, trying and failing to look away. "It's just a bad habit."

"You seem to do it when you are upset about something. Are you upset?"

"No, I'm not." Low and serious and such a lie, even if Ric can't put a name to why.

But Shatty just nods and turns back to the screen, where the man-thing is polishing silver now, blackening greenish tubs of water and still not blinking enough. Ric's eyes hurt in sympathy, so he watches Shatty instead. Watching him focus and study in that unnerving way that means he's learning something ridiculous and strangely true about politics, life, cleaning products, and society all at once.

Feeling strangely unfinished, and his fingertips tingle.

He brings them up to his face almost absently, and catches himself sniffing them. Looking for something sweet and warm that'll tell him what Shatty's mouth is like, and that's entirely too intimate a thought. Only about one step away from a kiss, and he has to remind himself that's what it was. Only, just normal somehow. Easy.

Just quiet for a while, watching TV and watching Shatty and worrying gently at the cuticle of his forefinger. Thinking anxious Cable-focussed thoughts and clinging to the vague, happier silver, abstractpresence of Shatty that grounds him.

And somehow in spite of that, he's startled with Shatty reaches out with one big hand and pulls Ric's fingertip out of his mouth. Firmly, reminding him that he promised, if not exactly in words, that he wouldn't do that. Startled by the spit-slick darkness of his finger in that too-fair grip. By how easily it slides in the shell of Shatty's hands, by the undeniable eroticism of the feeling, pushing gently against the heel of Shatty's hand, now, to keep the sensationup.

To keep the feeling. The heat spreading all over his body, unable to look up at the other man or speak. Just this, finger against palm, and Ric knows he should've done something, said something. Anythingto bring this thing out into the light and crush it to dust.

Knows the dust would somehow shine, though, and swallows. Closes his eyes and pushes his drying finger to the center of Shatty's palm and rubs in slow circles. Just.

Feeling.

Hard and smooth between the lines of his palm. Warm. Ric desperately tries to ignore the fact that he's getting hard, and only stumbles on to wondering what Shatty's feeling. If he likes it.Moment of instant heat, then cold when the other man grabs his wrist.

Has to force himself to stop and still can't look up, though his eyes are wide now, and the next thing he knows is that his finger's being kissed again, several times. Open kisses, wet ones, slick tonguetracing his scars and making him shiver.

Shatty's name comes out a moan, swallowed off when Shatty pulls his finger into his mouth to the second knuckle and. Sucks.

"'Star"

Watches his jeans begin to bulge and then has to look up into Shatty's clear eyes. Watching Ric hungrily, lips pursed around his finger and moving. Ric knows he's saying something but he can't understand it, isn't sure what language it's in. Just knows it's guttural and betrayingly sincere and, apparently, exactly what Shatty wanted to hear.

Finger released with a small, wet pop.

"I want to taste you, Julio."

He should say no. He should pretend he doesn't understand what Shatty means, though considering the tone his meaning's hard to miss. He should slide away and go jerk off in the shower or in his room or outside or do anything except whisper, "Oh fuck yes."

They're the right words to close the space between them, so that Shatty's knees are against his, pressing in and sliding to fit. And there are big, pale hands working his jeans loose, getting them open and his underwear out of the way and lifting him out into the startlingly cool air that was comfortable until just a second ago. Moment of that, warm touch and cold air, and then Shatty bends down, too flexible for a man of his size, and wraps his mouth aroundRic's erection and sucks him.

More than that, if he's honest. Shatty massages him with the length of his tongue, runs the aching-tight head of Ric's cock across the rough-slick surface of his hard palate. Mouths him tight and then pulls back and holds just the tip of Ric's cock in his mouth and the tasting of him is so obvious that it should be too much. Entirelytoo pleasurable, so that he's surprised when somebody moans and it isn't him at all but Shatty. Who's sucking him now, efficiently and carefully, stroking his balls in a way that's almost as good as the mouth on him. Fingers tracing the shape of each testicle inside the skin. Never remotely like a threat, and the warmth on them feels incredible.

Better than good when Shatty takes them in his mouth and strokes the underside with his tongue. A soft, barely-stubbled cheek rubs up against his slick, aching, cooling cock, and this time the moan is definitely his. Spreads his legs wider and welcomes every touch and just goes with it.

Red hair tangles around his fingers when he grips because he can't help holding that head, not now that it's back on his cock and sweet and perfect and pulling him towards orgasm. Sucking hard withone hand around the base of Ric's cock, demanding and somehow, in spite of the randomness of their ending up like this, the most intimate thing Ric can ever remember anyone doing for him.

Different on some essential level from a female touch. He's sure he wants this. The red hair in his grip is so utterly Shatty that he can't resist. Bucks when he can't hold still anymore and eventually gasps in a rough mix of Spanish and Cadre that he's going to come. Going to ease Shatty back and catch it himself, but the mouth hangs. Intimate and slick, still licking him while he groans and spurts into that hot, wet place.

Shatty raises his head slowly, and Ric can't tell whether he's blushing or just flushed. Doesn't quite meet Ric's eyes. He's turned inward, rolling his tongue in his mouth in a way that's so obviously reading the taste that Ric can't mistake it. Just an extra drop of it at the corner of his lips. Enough for Ric to lean in and lick off, then kiss him deep and thoroughly, getting the taste of himself and the taste of Shatty underneath and expressing all the sudden happiness that's crept up on him. Still with that head in both hands and he's startled that it takes a minute for Shatty to start kissing him back.

It's better when he does, though. Shatterstar kisses deliberately, concentrating a lot on the fine details of it. Undeniably male body leaning in against Ric, and he's vividly aware of how hard Star is.Very still in spite of that, but this very fine shudder runs through him when Ric ghosts his hand across the bulge.

Ric thinks, honestly, that he might be willing to just do this right here, but it's unreasonable that they've been left alone even this long. And he wants to do this right.

He says, "Upstairs."

Watches himself being understood in those silvery eyes and has to swallow, really register the taste of himself in his mouth mingledwith 'Star, sugary salt and the man is on him again, one hand cuppingthe back of Ric's head while the other grips him by the arm.

Desperate kiss now, or perhaps just chaotic. He can feel Shatty trying to check himself, control himself for this and he thinks the rush he feels is . . . almost cruel.

To take such pleasure when Shatty moans and sucks hard at Ric's lips, when Ric presses his palm against that hard, perfect chest and pushes instead of caressing. Broken kiss leaving them both dazed, Ric withcolors on the edge of his vision. Gotta remember to breathe, 'mano

Finally stands up and pulls Shatty of the couch only to find himself caught again.

Dangerous and terrifying and so right that Ric can't hear a thing but the wet sounds and the pound of his own heart, that his world has narrowed to just his friend. His friend who's starving for him, bitingand licking and sucking and so hard, but he's gotta do this right.

Stops himself from reaching down to cup and squeeze Shatty through his jeans and pulls back again. Deliberately turns away and walks for the stairs, Shatty's look crawling all over his back like spiders, likefingers, like heat and he has no idea what he's going to do.

Suddenly aware of his ass in a way that's never even crossed his mind before, not like this, not like something he'd want to do. First landing and Shatty pressed to his back, to his whole body, arms wrapped around him and he's nuzzling. That sort of rough caress just before a bite, hands starting to roam his body, skating gently over his groin and Shatty's hips. Pressed to him. Hard, hard cock pushing against his ass.

Not grinding or thrusting so much as just existing there. Somewhere between a promise and a plea. Jesus, not ready not ready not even close to ready and this is the time but it is not the place.Breaks free again and jogs up the stairs to his room, yanks the tangled sheets back and begins to strip, clumsily.

Watching Shatty do the same, with that weirdly natural performance style of his, like the only way he knows to get naked is to show off every muscle to its best advantage, to hold Ric pinned with his gaze. Not slow, but showy, distracting. Ric's too-sensitive cock getting hard again. Feels a little like a kid who's never had sugar locked upin a candy store -- amazed and just that slightest bit terrified.

"Get. ah. Get on the bed."

Shatty slides past smoothly, brushing their shoulders together as he goes. Crawls on the bed, hands and knees and everything's so hardand lean and textbook formed, obscene and beautiful and Ric's on him before he can settle, bracing himself above the other man and just touching him everywhere he can reach.

Neck and shoulderblade and flatted bowl of hip, brushing smooth, soft skin. Healing factor skin, or maybe Shatty has as much skin stuff as he does for his hair. Brings his mouth down and understands something he doesn't have a name for, the way he has to drag his teeth here, lick and suck there. Turn Shatty over and tongue his navel, get thehang of feeling another man's naked cock against him, wet and so hot.

Shatty arching into his touches, hands trembling on Ric's shoulders, trying hard not to push and just failing. Ric resists for another moment to bite down hard on the flat belly. Suck and bite and hum tunelessly between his teeth. Make the mark last until he's done, and then make a new one, and another, and another --

"Julio --"

"Fuck, 'Star . . ." Hard again but he has to and Shatty needs him andhe can do this, he can. Taste his friend.

He flinches from it the first time. Sharp and startling in his mouth and he can't keep from jerking back. But even that quick stroke of his tongue draws a long, begging groan out of Shatty's body, and Richas a moment to think about exactly how good this felt when Shatty did it for him. Brings his mouth back and kisses the shaft, strokesit softly with lips and tongue and just barely touches his teeth along it. Feels Shatty's hand tighten on his shoulder and a half-audiblestream of begging in Cadre. So he sucks in a couple of deep breaths, pulls his lips in over his teeth, and takes Shatty's cock in his mouth.

Heavy and warm and not so awful on his tongue once he's past the initial shock of the taste. Drooling a bit, but he doesn't think Shatty minds, and the wetness sliding down onto his hand at the base makes his touch slick when he brings that hand up along the shaft to rest his lips against. Moves slowly along the length he's given himself. He hums, just softly, in the back of his throat, because it helps him breathe and because the small vibrations of it raise moans out of Shatty like nothing he's imagined.

So he isn't surprised, really, the first time Shatty bucks under him. Up-down slam of the hips that gets his attention but doesn't choke him as long as he keeps his hand in place. Better than anything,almost, that he can make his friend do that.

He slides down on his chest, holding himself up on the elbow that connects him to the hand around Shatty's cock, and frees up the other hand to go exploring. Down to Shatty's balls and behind them to thatthin, too-delicate path of skin. Just lightly over it at first, but the next thrust his sucking draws out of Shatty brings the free hand up against a small hardness under the skin, and the pressure he gives there tears out something between a moan and a scream.

He wants to make his friend come. Strange thought, because when he started this was mostly about giving back the pleasure Shatty gave him. But he does want it. Because he wants Shatty to fuck him, and they aren't going to be able to try that until they've calmed down some. So. Wet mouth soaking his hand and Shatty's body, really sucking now, like he could pull everything about his friend that he loves down his throat. Starts a hard, steady massage against that little, hard place.

Hand in his hair and a more-than-urgent Julio hissed at him, but heisn't sure he'd pull back even if he was in a position to be able to. Instead, he jacks Shatty as hard as he can with his grip hand and pulls back a bit, luckily because he doesn't catch it in the face next time Shatty bucks, his whole gorgeous body rising off the bed and half-screaming and coming into Ric's mouth.

Flash of glittering pride that he brought that out, but he can't quite ride it and ends up gasping with the semen still in his mouth and his face pressed against Shatty's belly. Still jacking him a little and in spite of his own startlement loving the ragged sobs he gets with every stroke.

He just stays there for a minute while Shatterstar's body stills. Pulls his knees in close and smells the sweet-sharpness of that translucent skin. Shatty's hand comes down to massage between his shoulders. Ric's aware, vaguely, that Shatty's talking to him, sliding between Cadre and Spanish in a way that's meant more to make him easy than to convey any particular meaning. He doesn't really have to pay attention until Shatty pulls him up to lie with hishead on the pillow and straddles him. Whole mass of his body on Ric's when he leans in and kisses.

The tongue in his mouth is entirely welcome. He sucks on it for a minute before he offers the semen in his mouth back.

Long minutes while they pass it back and forth between them, during which Ric gets to understand that making out isn't just a tease but its own kind of lovemaking. Shatty's body on top of him is warm and intimate and tangled around his legs, and the kisses they give each other are wet and sloppy and lazy. Not going anywhere yet, though he's hard again and Shatty's halfway there and in all of this Ric's aware that he's got his legs spread and that Shatty's between them, sothat his new hard-on brushes underneath Ric's, sliding towards his ass with a slippery inevitability that makes his stomach turn over.

Like what if he pulls his knees up. If he begs for it. If Shatty just pushes it in and everything's too big for the world all of a sudden, especially the fact that it can happen, that it's gonna happen soon.Right here in this bed with Shatty half-wrapped around him and making love to him, feverish and slow and unstoppable.

Stubble scrape along his cheek and Ric bends to mouth his neck, Shatty whispering only in Spanish now. Love words, fuck words, hard against him and straining.

te quiero ay te quiero

Words or thought of just the translation of the slap and drag of skin on skin, naked together and rolling and yes. One leg bent up around Shatty's hip and pulling him closer still. Wants to be close. Wants tobe inside and never have to have this end, sweat trickling down his spine and Shatty's hand on his hip, fingers splayed against his ass,squeezing and testing.

Every part fucking every other, everything sex and bright and hot, Ric arching his head back and listening to Shatty call him Julio, mouth buried and mobile against his throat, soft, sweaty hair tickling his chin. Shatty's knees between his own, spreading him, thigh against thigh and Shatty's fingers gathering the sweat from the base of hisspine and slicking his cleft with salt and wet.

Arching and thrusting now, one of his own hands back to help Shatty spread him wide. Give him this, never ever wants him to doubt that Ric is his to touch and bite and fuck until he sees stars. Somethingabout men, here, about the only way to get close, about some fleeting memory of the idea of Platonic soulmates that makes Ric nudge their faces back together for another kiss.

te amo, he thinks and pushes into every swipe of his tongue, every long suckle on Shatty's swollen mouth. Finger teasing circles around and around his hole, making him clench and jerk and break thekiss to

"ah --"

Shatty whispering again, fervid and low.

"Te quiero ... quiero estar dentro de ti ... te quiero estar dentro --" both of them suddenly scrabbling for the hand lotion on the night table, knocking it to the floor and Ric laughs and Shatty bites downon the join of neck and shoulder.

Cutting off the laughter for a moan, a deep need to lie there and take it that his roving hands put the lie to.

Shatty feels so good, sweat-slick under his palms and always moving. Too close to slide his hands between them, so he thrusts faster, harder until Shatty pushes one finger inside him and crooks.

Like nothing else, so fucking raw and sweat stings Ric's eyes and he kisses all over Shatty's face, moves his hand back down to hold himself open for it, beg for it, other arm pinned under Shatty's head and helpless, fingers twitching and stretching, palm open to the ceiling and grasping --

"Lindo, Julio, si . . ."

Flips them over again, Ric on his back, feet flat and thighs spread. Shatty braced over him, kissing and rocking and thrusting until he slips between Ric's cheeks and it feels so good he has to arch, shake,twisting them out of that wonderful groove and listening to Shatty growl and curse.

Biting at each other now, stubble rough against Ric's tongue, Shatty's hair a dark curtain gleaming in the moonlight and

"Te lo ruego, Shatty, please --"

"No puedo creer lo bueno que eres para mi . . . Que bueno eres!"

Laughs at that until Shatty dives between his legs and licks him --

"Ay, Dios!"

Flat and wet, again and again, teasing at his hole before thrusting in, devouring and hot. No time for shame, or maybe it's just the thing making this even better. Shatty's thumbs pulling him apart, Richolding his knees to his chest and trying to breathe, trying to scream, trying to survive this. Shatty so hungry for him anddesperate, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, stubble making him writhe for more.

Cock dark, nearly flat against his abdomen, drooling freely and this isn't enough, this is killing Ric, hair sticking to his face as shakes his head and pushes against Shatty's face. Whole world crumbling to ash under all this incredible honesty. The last sign, the last assurance that anything is OK between them, that he can haveanything, everything and still have this.

Tongue suddenly replaced with two fingers, just rough enough, almost filling him, almost taking care of him as Shatty stretches, hangs half off the bed to snag the lotion with his other hand.

Flips it open and pours it all over Ric's groin, cool and shocking, messy as hell and Shatty steadies himself on his knees. Watching Ric's face as he strokes himself with one hand and opens Ric with the other.

"Si, si . . ."

Has to close his eyes again it's so good, Shatty's fingers inside him, twisting and working him into shape, the right shape for him, something new and vital, wide open and desperate. Sheets damp with his sweat and cock aching for this, for the fuck. Shatty's hard cock por el amor de Dios, chingame! Fuck me . . .

Maybe said it aloud because Shatty groans, fucks him fast for another few moments before pulling out. Lining them up.

Slipping in, long and slow and Ric has to throw an arm up, hide his face and bite into the flesh of his own arm.

This is full, this is Shatty inside him, thick and perfect.

"Deseo verte . . ."

And somehow this is better than good, because this is his own bed. Nothing alien or unfamiliar or scary except the ache and pressure and pleasure inside him. When he's dreamed about sex he doesn't dream about doing it here, in the warm, body-smelling sheets and rucked-up blankets he slept under last night, and when he's had sex, it's been in the smell of others, stomach-turning and sickening and nothing like this.

He's safe here. If he wants to pulls his knees up and link his ankles together in the small of Shatty's back and just push his whole body into it, it's OK, because it's just the two of them.If he needs to whimper while the ache builds and crests and eases, he can.

Shatty kisses him through it. Tongue in his mouth, mouth on his throat, all over his face. He's frantic at first, kissing back hard so he won't scream. Which Shatty must understand, because he's very still, just holding there, deep, deep inside Ric's body.

"Dios, Star -- me duele tanto, hurts so much, es increible, eres increible, ay Dios --"

"Yo sabe, Julio hush, te amo, te amo tanto."

So. In his own bed, familiar smell and new, bright, intense Shatty-smell in his lungs, and Shatty pulls out, just a little way, and pushes back in. Sliding over something inside him that throbs inanswer, and pulls Ric's cock back from where it was hiding to the land of very interested. Pleasure that starts at the centre of him, inhis belly and his ass, and leaves his hands and feet so light that hecan do anything with them. Touch in ways he hadn't imagined before, push Shatty down against him, massage into the long, defined muscles of Shatterstar's back.

Little strokes like that, careful at first as he gets more and more used to it, grateful in the reasonable part of his mind that they gave it this long and the rest of him just wanting more. Immediate and bright. So bright that he's afraid to look. Buries his face in the crook of Shatty's neck makes begging whispers and screws his eyes tight and by some effort of will jerks his hips up to meet the next thrust.

It goes deeper than any of the other ones have, pushing up far enough that his stomach leaps with it, but oh good. "Si . . . oh yes Star just like that, oh tomeme, Star fuck me fuck me fuckme . . ."

Hard thrust that makes his eyes fly open. Makes him wail. mas! si mas!

In him, deep in, thick and hard, and this, this is what men do together he wishes he'd known and knows he wouldn't have given himself up to anyone else.

Mouth on his mouth in a continuous kiss that he can scream and cry into and not be heard. Hard fuck into his ass, all the stretching just a prelude to this. Hard and deep, fast. His cock between them's too tightly sandwiched between their bodies for either of them to get a hand around it, but there's sweat and lotion to give it some kind ofslickness, and the washboard-rippedness of Shatty's belly's never felt as wonderful before as it does right now.

He feels it building, low down, and pushing up through his belly and chest towards his brain and in that moment there's a bright, direct line between them that his orgasm blasts down, shorting him out and blurring his vision and making him scream, all the air in his lungs pouring into Shatty's and his semen spilling between them and slidingover both their skins. And while he's still up Shatty slams into him hard hard hard and moans, and comes. Warm-wet flare of it in himthat's its own kind of pleasure. This knowledge that Shatty's inside.

Shatterstar collapses that last bit of his weight on top of him, cock shifting inside making Ric moan and hug tighter, only reluctantly letting his legs drop.

Breathing through the feel of Shatty softening within him, his come trickling out and down Ric's thighs. Somewhere within he's laughing and crying and demanding Shatty know how much he loves him in every language he can think of, and some he can make up. Too much to actually speak, though, and so he lets his hands roam, gasps whenShatty finally slips out and they can roll onto their sides.

Kissing and touching, eyes open to each other and smiling and it's something huge and growing inside Ric, a whole universe expanding and with that and the throb of his ass he can't catch his breath.Doesn't want to if it means Shatty will stop touching his chest that way, like he's trying to steady Ric's breathing through sheer force ofwill. Like he needs as much as Ric does to stay connected as long as possible.

Language of it still running through his mind. Yes, Shatty, yes, personal discussions and a moment to wonder if this was there even then. In airports and masses of rubble and shared hotel rooms . . . if this was something he always could have had.

"I love you," Shatty says, in English, and Ric knows what that means, too.

janete
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