Disclaimers: No one here is even remotely close to mine. Dammit.
Spoilers: Er... none, really.
Summary: Chloe, Clark, Lex, brattiness, and porn.
Ratings Note: NC-17.
Author's Note: House Draven put an image in my head of such surpassing brattitude and pornaliciousness that I began writing immediately. This is entirely her fault. Takes place vaguely in the future.
Acknowledgments: See above, and also to Jenn and the Spike for audiencing and the like.
Chloe thinks there's something damned pathetic about this.
It could be the way the two ridiculously hot guys are staring fixedly at nothing but her as she shimmies out of her skirt -- and yeah, sexy is one thing, convenience is another -- but then, that could just be because she's not wearing anything underneath it, and that was something anyone with a brain could figure out long before now.
It could be the fact that when she hits the bed, the hands on her might as well have equally polarized magnets in them for the way they manage to avoid touching anything but her -- but hey, it's not like either Clark or Lex lack for focus. Or that she's complaining.
Hell, it could be the fact that she's here, instead of explaining very calmly and adultly to Lex that she had no intention of being his personal Closet Door to get to Clark, or hitting Clark repeatedly in the head until... well, until she got tired, really. But, well...
She's also not insane.
Chloe grins and drags Clark up her body by the hair.
Clark goes as slowly as he can make himself, but he knows he should be paying attention to the hands in his hair. Small hands. Strong hands. Good hands leading to good arms covered with silky downy hair and Chloe's body --
A hard yank makes him wince more in reflex than pain and he goes, grinning ruefully into Chloe's distinctly evil smile before taking the kiss that's either offered or demanded. He's not sure which until Chloe sweeps her tongue over his palate, and then he is.
Damn. Chloe... God, Chloe. He thinks he might be saying it out loud, and blushes hard, freezes a little, because shit, they aren't alone...
But then, would they have ever gotten here if Lex hadn't pushed in just that way? Just... really damned weird to have to feel grateful for something like that. But at least he doesn't have to say his thank-yous with anything but his body.
That's always been easier than anything else.
Chloe makes a noise low in her throat, something like a wounded growl that makes his cock twitch in his boxers, makes him want to be naked, over her --
And it occurs to him that he hadn't done a thing to make her sound like that.
It's hard to see much of Chloe with Clark half-blanketing her, and Lex knows that's on purpose, the way he knows that it's hard to mind.
Clark hasn't gotten any less stunning in the few years they've known each other -- just a little taller. Harder.
There's a distinct temptation to leave off this game for the other, the one that involves cracking every little wall one Mr. Kent has ever managed to put up, because frankly -- a Kent wall has nothing to a Luthor battering ram.
There is absolutely no sane reason in the world to ignore the naked girl in his bed for even a moment. Especially since she's Chloe. A fascinating tangle and spark in and of herself, even without being the embodiment of every dumbass move Clark has ever made.
Lex smiles slowly at the back of Clark's head and licks his way up the inside of Chloe's leg.
Salt and the light tickle of stubble. A girl who has neither the time nor inclination for all the things he's become used to in a woman, in a lover, and it's enough to make him pause.
What else doesn't she have time for?
A quick look at the way they're positioned tells Lex that if he moves her right leg, Clark won't notice a thing. So he does.
And dives in.
And oh, God, Clark's girl-soft mouth on her throat and Lex's demon tongue right on her clit, and had she really thought she'd last more than five minutes in a situation like this without making a lot of noise?
This is why no one paid her to think.
She throws her leg over Lex's shoulder and does her best to encourage exactly what he's doing, because she's willing to bet he's done this a hell of a lot more than she's had this done for her, useless high school throwaway boyfriends aside and ohhh, she just wants... wants more of exactly that, that hand on her breast, so big and hard and warm but not doing nearly enough to --
"Oh God --" Lex sucking on her, and she gives up on thinking and just puts her hand on Clark's and makes him pinch.
"You like that?" Bemused, shocked, scandalized even oh God, she's giddy --
"Chloe, you're so sexy..."
Kiss before she even has to think of something to say, and that's good, that's really good, especially because Clark is clearly learning what she wants. She's never liked having to tell people, even if it is the right way to go about the whole sex thing.
And Clark is just this big, hot, male thing, almost exactly like her best fantasies, leg thrown over her own and hard cock pressed against her hip. She bites his lip and hopes he gets the point.
Hard little teeth digging into his lip and Chloe's just wild like this. Clark can feel her heart thudding under her breast, her soft, palm-filling breast, and he wants to be wild, too.
Wants to just grind against her, push Lex out of the way and and...
Lex. Exactly where he wants to be, and when he breaks the kiss to breathe and look, Clark can just tell he has no intention of moving.
Something in the way the muscles in his back are moving, in the way he stares almost through him to watch the way Chloe reacts when he moves his mouth away to replace it with fingers.
And then finally looks at him. Smiling. Challenging. Daring.
Something between racing with Wally and falling off that cliff when that Batman weirdo had buzzed him with his car and all... good.
Clark can't help but smile back.
So maybe Lex doesn't have to do much of anything, really, to get Clark to loosen up a little. No, that's not the phrase he's looking for.
To get Clark to give it up a little.
Because the way Clark is smiling at him now, all calculation and fierce, open sexuality... well.
All that and a hot, tight woman writhing on his fingers like the last few seconds before truly inventive begging.
Life is good.
And Lex has to lower his eyes at that heartfelt little prayer, at Clark's surprised little jerk. Like he was expecting Lex to say something else entirely.
And that's just... well, perfectly understandable, but also hot as hell. Almost as hot as Clark's big, tanned hand working and working Chloe's nipple.
Almost as hot as the way Chloe just throws her leg over his shoulder again and fucks herself on his fingers. Demanding as hell with her little heel digging bruises into his back and those surprisingly generous hips just moving...
Oh, he can watch this forever.
Or watch Clark's other hand slide down Chloe's chest, over her belly and through the thatch of light brown hair to join his in the wet and heat and slick.
He's tempted to try slapping Clark's hand away -- his toy -- but... long fingers split by the motion of his own hand and Chloe watching them watch each other, and really... somebody needs to get fucked very, very soon.
"Fuck --" She's so close, so fucking close, and she doesn't know whose hand it is on her clit, sliding up and down and all around her sex, she doesn't know whose hands are anywhere.
Not on her breast, not in her, on her, so hot, so close... there's no way to think when she can smell herself like this.
When she can smell them.
Opens her eyes just long enough to see them watching each other, and it makes something swell and break inside her like a wave, like the way her body is moving no matter what, like the way she can't even think anymore, just want so fucking bad --
Throws her head back on the pillow and she can't keep her eyes open anymore, can't do anything but spread as wide as she can and beg with her whole body.
"I want to watch you," Lex says, and Clark can't do anything but blink for long, sex-stupid moments.
But apparently that's just fine, because Lex rips a condom off the strip on the bed and opens it with his teeth -- carefully -- and... gestures.
Oh. He's still in his boxers.
Hell, Lex is still wearing pants and he's not thinking about that, he's not, even though his own boxers are somewhere on the incredibly unimportant floor now and Lex is sliding his slick, wet fingers out of Chloe's pussy. Even though Lex doesn't say a word, just grabs Clark cock and slides the condom on, stroking it -- stroking him with his Chloe-wet hand and watching him.
Wants to watch...
And Lex shudders once, all over, when Clark covers his hand with his own and now they're both stroking him off, and God, Clark can't even come close to wrapping his mind around it. Hot and dirty and good, so good, even with Chloe watching with heatedly amused eyes. With her up on her elbows and staring right back at him, daring him to... what?
Look anywhere but her eyes?
"You like this, Clark? My hand on your cock?"
"Oh God..." And Lex is close, mouthing words like kisses he doesn't think Clark deserves right up against his ear and slipping his other hand back inside Chloe while Chloe's eyes roll back...
"You do, don't you? It's okay... I like it, too." And Lex slips his tongue in Clark's ear while giving him a good, hard squeeze, and if he's losing the rhythm a little bit with Chloe, she doesn't sound like she minds.
"That is so. Fucking. Hot."
Lex grins and licks a stripe from the corner of Clark's mouth to his forehead. "She wants you..."
"At this point? I'm not feeling choosy...."
And Lex chuckles despite himself. Absolutely no way to remain smooth with a Clark on the edge of losing it completely in one hand and a thoroughly fascinated Chloe in and around the other.
Clark has his eyes squeezed shut, panting a little desperately, and it's the easiest thing in the world to slip his hand out of Chloe again, savor her frustrated little mewl, and slide two wet fingers right into Clark's mouth.
And fuck it with them when he starts to lick and suck.
"That's what she tastes like, Clark. And, well, what I taste like, too..."
"Let me watch you fuck her. Nice and hard..."
Clark opens his eyes and just stares at him for a long moment, hazel eyes flaring hot and dangerous. Like he knows exactly what Lex wants to do while he's fucking Chloe.
"Do it," he says, and really, he could mean all sorts of things.
Welcome to the Gay Zone.
Or at least the thoroughly bisexual zone.
And Chloe really can't bring herself to mind, because there is something undeniably satisfying about watching Clark melt every time Lex does... anything.
And something even more satisfying about the fact that everything Lex is doing is leading Clark right where she wants him.
Knees between her thighs and palms sliding up and down her chest and drugged-looking eyes just focused on her.
Lex suddenly appearing behind Clark, one hand splayed against Clark's belly, and the other slipping back around the base of Clark's cock and oh God teasing her with it.
Pushing the head against her clit and moving it, and she's making noises again, so much for the reprieve, and Clark's watching her like she's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, like he *doesn't* have another man using him like a great big sex toy.
And she can't tell which of them makes what sound when Lex finally slides Clark in.
Tight, so tight, tighter than he'd thought, because Lex had been fucking her with his fingers for a long time, and he knows Chloe's no virgin, but oh, it's still so...
Oh, it's hot, and he can't do anything but slide all the way in with his first stroke, grabbing the sheets in his hands and trying not to tear them because the sound Chloe makes is all for him.
Satisfaction and surrender in one gasped out moan.
And then there's Lex.
Hands all over him like he's being tested, measured for some kind of statue or maybe just for memory, and Lex's wicked, wicked mouth on the back of his neck as wet and hot as anything else.
Jesus, sex has never been like this, and he can't stop his hips from moving, can't keep himself from just grinding down into Chloe, back against Lex. So hard against him.
Kissing his way down Clark's spine, making him shiver, making him gasp, and he's trying to hold onto control, but Chloe's got her hands in his hair again, tilting his face up, and she's so flushed and beautiful and looks just as desperate as he feels.
Almost anguished, like sex this good has to balance out to a horrible tragedy somewhere else, and kissing her is maybe the most necessary thing he's done. Moreso when Lex spreads him, licks him just like he was licking her and Clark knows he's fucking Chloe's mouth with his tongue just like he's fucking her sweet, sweet pussy.
Just like Lex is fucking his... ass.
Dark, oily taste like nothing else, like nothing most people associate with sex, but for Lex it can be nothing else. Rides the motion of Clark's hips and doesn't have to do much with his tongue at all. Every muscle is quivering just at its presence, begging for more.
The only thing that would make this better is if he could get Clark to hold himself open, but there's no way they can manage that without crushing Chloe. Unless, of course, Clark can fly -- which isn't something he'd discount automatically, but also isn't something he'd expect for Clark to actually admit.
Even balls-deep in a beautiful woman and with a tongue up his ass.
Lex grins to himself and digs short nails into the muscles of the ass in question, hard, round, and sweet as anything he's jerked off to in the last few years.
Shoves his tongue in a little deeper and listens to Clark scream into Chloe's mouth.
Clark is definitely going to come first.
And Chloe is never going to be able to satisfied by a man who doesn't make a lot of noise. Not ever.
Because while Clark's cock is big, and hard, and he knows how to move it -- oh those hot little grinds, like he's dancing with her in the dirtiest way he knows how -- the noises he's making are driving her insane.
Screw trying to get a hand down to her clit, she's using them on Clark.
Scratching at his nipples, pulling his hair, jabbing her thumb much too hard -- but he makes one of those yells again, this time right against her neck, and he's shaking and thrusting faster and faster and she has no idea what Lex is doing, but she's fucking Clark's little belly-button and squeezing her cunt around his cock and --
Orgasm like a stroke, like getting hit by lightning, white-out behind her eyes and the only thing she regrets is that she can't hear Clark over her own yells.
Or over the thud of her heartbeat once she's limp and throbbing and relatively quiet. And Clark's sucking at her throat between gasps, pounding into her and --
Oh, there's her hearing. Whimpering so sweet and hot she doesn't know if she wants to pet him or lock him in her basement.
Settles for clutching his head to her and working her muscles around his cock, whimpering a little herself at every wave of the aftershocks.
Clark's never felt this helpless in his life. His hips won't stop, he can barely breathe, and he's not even close to being able to stop the noises he's making, because Lex is being ruthless.
And Chloe's being just so good.
Holding him tight and fucking him, or he's fucking her, and he's being fucked, and he thinks... oh God, that's a finger inside him, and he whimpers into Chloe's hair and tries to remember why he wasn't doing this.
Why he didn't want this, just exactly this.
But there's nothing remotely like thought happening when Lex crooks his finger and hits something so hot dirty sweet dirty good that he has to slam into Chloe and
come what feels like every vital fluid in his body. He counts it as a victory when he only collapses half on top of Chloe.
"I think you broke him," Chloe says with in that dreamy, happy post-sex tone he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of, and Lex has to grin.
"Oh, I'd say it was a joint effort."
"Not broken. Still here. Just resting." Clark's face is buried in a pillow like the best gay porn in the world.
Chloe pats him on the shoulder. "Sure, hon. And when you get your pronouns back we'll believe you."
Clark sits up at that, glaring a little blearily at them both. "I'd like to see either of you do better in the middle."
Chloe looks at Clark before turning to him. And raising a speculative eyebrow. Clark's own look is downright evil.
And something inside Lex is making distinctly undignified noises, and possibly capering in glee, but he manages to keep his outer reaction to a raised eyebrow of his own.
"You're wearing too many clothes." Clark, surprisingly enough. Or not. There's that challenge in his eyes...
"Make me regret it."
And, okay, Clark can move scarily fast when he's motivated, but since he's still got his little testosterone-fueled game of chicken going on with Lex, the only thing he's doing is kissing him.
Kissing him the way she wishes more guys would kiss her without having to be taught, but sexism is a bitch, forever and ever amen.
And it's both easy and fun to slide a hand between them and cup Lex's cock through his pants.
Especially since it actually makes him jerk, all over, and oh, that's an idea, but they're supposed to be making him regret not being naked, so...
"Clark, let's get him onto the bed a little better."
And when he actually breaks the kiss to look at her, his expression is pretty dazed, but it clears up nicely at the thought of molestation and evil. He licks those big, soft, pretty lips and grins at her like she just suggested a nice jewel heist, and half throws Lex down.
Pounces on top of him and looks at her over his shoulder.
There's probably some reason why he shouldn't be having as much fun as he is right now, but Clark honestly can't think what it might be.
It occurs to Lex that he could be mad about being tossed around like a ragdoll, but then, that would undoubtedly lead to not having Clark Kent half on top of him on one side and Chloe's breasts swinging fascinatingly close on the other.
Reaches up to trace one dusky rose aureole with his finger and immediately gets his arm pinned by Clark.
Clark, grinning down at him like the world's prettiest demon. Dark hair falling in gently curling bangs over his eyes and sharp, white teeth.
And Chloe is... shimmying between them, under Clark's arm and over Lex and bracing her hands on the pillow next to his head and sliding and rocking and grinding and grinning just as evilly.
"Like this, Lex?"
"Yeah, Lex..." Chloe bites his earlobe hard enough to make him gasp. "Regretting anything yet?"
"Nah, on second thought, don't make him answer. I want to watch him do other things with his mouth."
Lex has just enough time to make a mental note to never let Clark come first again, or maybe to always let him come first, and then there are long, thick fingers in his mouth, fucking his mouth, and life continues to be very good.
Especially with Chloe dragging those wonderful breasts down his bare chest and latching onto one of his nipples. And God, he's pretty sure that's her hand back on his dick through his pants, and why hadn't he stripped naked before?
Lex doesn't make as much noise as Clark does, though that could just be because his mouth is busy. Chloe is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now, because he tastes just as expensive as he is.
Probably the soap he uses. Or maybe he bathes in mineral water or breast milk or something.
It would certainly explain why his skin was better that hers, but hey, so long as she gets to play with it, she's happy.
And speaking of playing...
Clark's joined her in Lexnipple Land, and is licking hot broad strokes while she nibbles. Hmm.
"Hey, Clark... my nipple is harder than yours." That choked sound could be Lex laughing, but Clark's sweet evil grin is getting to be one of her favorites.
"That's just because you've been playing longer, Chloe."
"Nah, Lex is pretty responsive..." She squeezes his cock for emphasis and Lex, obligingly, jerks beneath her. "I think you're just falling down on the job."
Quirked eyebrow and now Clark is circling Lex's nipple with his tongue, little wet spirals that never quite get to the point, dragging his spit-slick fingers between them and down the center of Lex's chest and watching her.
Chloe responds by biting Lex hard, earning a yelp and a cock-twitch under her hand.
Boys, toys... there's a difference in there somewhere, but Chloe isn't sure what it is at the moment.
Clark is being forced to rethink every preconception he had about sex, Chloe, and sex with Chloe. He doesn't mind at all.
She's playful, she's evil, she's... vicious.
And being as she's directing all of the above at Lex for her and Clark's benefit, there's just no bad there.
He watches her torture Lex's nipple, watches Lex just take it, and oh, man, he knows Lex well enough to know that every little gasp is as good as a groan.
And every bitten off groan is as good as a scream.
His cock must be killing him by now.
Clark grins. "I've got another game we could play, Chloe..."
"Giving up already?"
"I can admit when I'm..." And he licks his way over Lex's chest to her, plants a kiss on her mouth he means to be short and jaunty, but it lasts and lasts. Chloe's hand on his wrist, dragging his hand down to rest on the bulge of Lex's cock.
Work it with her while they suck each other's tongues and... fuck. This is good. Chloe breaks the kiss with a smile. "Beaten? So what's your game?"
He gives as meaningful look as he can manage to where their hands are joined and moving far, far too slowly on Lex's groin.
Licks his lips.
And slips down the bed to just... breathe on Lex.
Lex is never, ever letting either of them leave.
Clark with his mouth just inches and a couple of thin layers of fabric from Lex's dick... okay, so it's not a fantasy she's ever had before, and she doesn't think most of her fantasies will ever be anything less than highly heterosexual -- or at least Chloecentric -- but... damn.
She grins at Lex, but he doesn't look like he's in any condition to appreciate her best smile.
"All you have to do is ask..."
Clark snickers, runs his thumb up and down Lex's fly. "C'mon, Chloe. You know Luthors never quit."
Lex turns his head away, gasps out something unintelligible, and Chloe can't decide if she wants to watch him suffer so beautifully or join Clark in bringing the pain, as it were. Curls her fingers in and scrapes her nails very, very gently and Lex whips his head around again and just looks at her.
And oh, God, she feels that all the way down.
And really, Clark was joking about Luthors never quitting, but as he pushes his face against Lex, as he nuzzles and breathes and teases, he's beginning to wonder.
Because he knows if the positions were switched, he would've had his cock as far down Lex's throat as he could manage by now, but Lex is still just push-pushing against him, obviously holding himself back, even though his pants are wet with far more than Clark's own spit.
Salt and thick-bitter and he wonders if *he's* going to be the one making embarrassing noises.
There has to be some way...
Chloe shoots him a look, but Lex doesn't.
"Lex, c'mon. Don't you want me to... suck you?" A little hard to get the words out, but he knows that makes it better for Lex.
He knows Lex.
"Or Chloe can... if you don't want me. My mouth..."
"Clark --" Lex sounds almost strangled.
Easy to hide his grin against Lex's hip. Those pushes aren't so little now. "Don't you want it, Lex? My mouth wrapped around you? Chloe's little pink tongue --"
"Jesus fuck, do it, just do it, fucking Nike commercial --" And Lex is sitting up, scrabbling at his fly and glaring at Chloe when she starts to giggle, which makes her eyes go all wide and... oh.
Lex's naked, more naked than naked dick, blood-dark and so hard it's arched right up his belly, and now he's glaring at both of them in turn.
"Suck. My. Cock."
Chloe really wants to say something witty and smug here. They won, after all. What comes out of her mouth, however, is "hokay."
Clark has just enough time to narrow his eyes at the utter sexiness of Lex burying his hand in Chloe's hair and dragging her head down to his cock before Lex's other hand is in his hair.
Not yanking, not going for pain, but so definitely not taking 'no' for an answer.
God, he could really learn to love being a cocktease if this is what it got him.
And the dazed but happy look on Chloe's face tells him that she definitely feels the same way.
Life is good.
And laying the flat of his tongue against the base of Lex's cock and licking his way up is even better, because God, yeah, Lex tastes good all over, but right here's the straight shot.
Salt-sweat and all that pre-come he'd been leaking for God knew how long, and he bumps into Chloe hard enough to jar them both when he reaches the tip. Whoops. Okay. Strategy.
Or, well. Sincere appreciation for the pornographic aesthetic of Chloe sucking the bare and leaking head of Lex's cock between her kiss-swollen lips and hollowing her cheeks.
The noises Lex is making definitely suggest he's not alone in being appreciative. He can leave her to it... for now. Grins to himself, reaches up, and pushes Lex back down.
"Clark, dammit --"
Spreads those long, lean thighs apart and God, no hair even on his balls, and no excuse not to suck them right into his mouth.
"Never mind, ah, Jesus..."
Definitely have to mention something about being tossed around right and left. Stern warnings. Spankings.
Jesus, and Clark's got those hands on his ass now, lifting him up off the bed, and apparently sex meant subtlety got defenestrated in regards to Clark's abilities.
Or maybe he was just being courteous. No reason for Chloe to strain her neck while sucking the Luthor heir's brain out through his dick and Jesus, was that really Clark's mouth on his balls?
Clearly, in order to get everything he wanted, all he had to do was make sure there was a threesome involved and oh God, Clark's fingers on his mouth again.
Well, Lex can take a hint.
Show Clark what he likes.
Or just get those fingers nice and wet in the hopes that they wind up somewhere nice and tight. Oh, fuck hope. Lex spit the fingers out. "Clark, fuck me --"
"Fingers?" He really did sound way too fucking smug.
"For now." Bastard.
Bastard with long, strong blunt fingers, pushing in hard, hey, why bother starting with just the one? Lex does his best to ignore the noises he's making, they're nowhere near as important as the graze of Chloe's teeth on his dick, as the stretch of Clark's fingers reminding him that he may be jaded, but time heals all size eleven assholes.
Edge of pain on his delirium, just enough to keep him from fucking his way down Chloe's throat and back onto Clark's hand to the goddamned wrist and the only thing that would make this better is if he could be sucking Clark's dick, too.
Or eating Chloe's spicy little pussy.
Or... anything but moaning like a bitch when Chloe pulls off and replaces wonderful mouth with not as wonderful hand. Which is something he doesn't understand at all, until there's another mouth on him.
A bigger, hotter, greedier mouth that sucks him all the way down to where Chloe's holding him and... Lex can definitely live with Clark wanting a turn. Or love it.
Or just fucking give up on all pretense of control as Chloe lets go and shimmies her body right up close and personal.
Not kissing, not talking, and barely even touching. But watching him, and inviting him to watch Clark's sloppily inspiring blowjob, or maybe just the way she's touching her own breasts, or maybe just close his eyes and feel this, because Clark is still fucking him with those fingers.
Fucking himself on Lex's cock and Chloe says,
"I want to see you lose it, Lex."
And Clark does... something very extremely right.
And Chloe gets her wish when Lex abruptly arches off the bed and groans. Clark's coughing ruins the effect a little, but, well, she's not looking at him.
There is something truly inspiring about a hot, naked control freak losing it for an audience. If by 'inspiring' she actually means 'fucking sexy.'
There has got to be a way to convince these guys to let her film.
Clark swallows, coughs, spits, swallows some more, coughs more, wipes his face, and is generally just happy all around that no one is looking at him.
He made Lex come.
He made Lex come really, really hard. Heh.
"Hey, Lex, how are your pronouns?"
Chloe snickers and does a little dance that makes her breasts do... really wonderful things, actually.
"We broke him, we broke him, I'm so two for two."
Lex sits up slowly. Looks at Chloe. Looks at Clark.
"Then I think it's her turn, don't you, Clark?"
Clark gives Chloe his best evil grin, and she does that wide-eyed thing again. It occurs to him that they may never actually make it out of the bed, and thus will all die of dehydration within a few short days.
It occurs to him that he's okay with this.
Lex, for his part, is absolutely sure he can get his designated Chloenipple way harder than Clark can get his.
It's really funny watching other people get tossed around.
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