The morning after Richard and Jack’s explosive coupling, Richard woke to find Jack on his back, snoring lightly, sheets only barely concealing his ruggedly handsome torso. The sight sent electricity straight to his cock but he willed himself to let Jack sleep.
He absorbed the quiet. Richard watched the rise and fall of him for a moment, feeling the strange pull of disbelief. In all his years, he’d known sex, he’d known control, he’d known lust. But this—this unraveling, this rising—it was new territory entirely.
Jack didn’t stir for a long while. What he’d discovered the night before afforded him his best sleep in decades: that surrender was not the absence of power, but its quiet twin.
When Jack finally blinked awake, the first thing he saw was Richard watching him. Not hovering. Not studying. Simply present.
“You look different,” Jack murmured, voice sand-worn.
Richard smiled. “You should see yourself.”
They hadn’t agreed on anything out loud. But something enormous had shifted between them, forged not just by want, but by revelation—the realization that control was something each had worn too long, and letting someone else drive was oxygen.
They’d slept in until 9AM, and, by habit, Richard checked his phone. A message from Julian sat waiting for him. Before he left the day before, Julian had been uncharacteristically vague about the duration of his visit; now he’d texted to tell him he’d be in Chicago all week, probably not back until Sunday, eight days away. Still no explanation.
“What is it?” Jack asked, seeing Richard study his phone. “It’s Julian,” he replied. “He won’t be back until next Sunday. He doesn’t mention why.”
Richard put his phone back down on the bedside table and curled into Jack. Eight days. Eight days with Jack. He crawled on top of Jack and picked up exactly where they’d left off last night.
*****
Richard and Jack cleared their calendars (as best they could) allowing the week to unfold as its own private universe, ruled by no clocks, no caution, no explanations, and absolutely no dignity. They moved through those days like men rediscovering a language they had spoken fluently in young adulthood and forgotten at middle age.
At home, they experimented with each’s other’s boundaries and stumbled onto an unspoken game—on alternating days one would be boss and the other his bitch; on the following day they’d switch. On Jack’s first day as boss, Richard was allowed to wear nothing but a black jockstrap no matter where they were. Richard accompanied Jack on his calls in his pickup, sucked him off at red lights, even answered the Door Dash delivery and invited the delivery boy in for a tip dressed in nothing but his jock. The next day in retaliation, Richard found a ball stretcher and remote-control electronic butt plug (previously used on Julian) that he made Jack wear the entire day. He zapped it at the most opportune moments, especially when they were out for dinner and Jack was giving his order to the server. Jack somehow found time to buy some toys, including a chastity cage which he made Richard wear for 24 hours, fucked him extra hard the night he wore it, and denied him an orgasm. Not to be outdone, Richard made Jack wear Julian’s too-small, too-tight, very-slutty workout clothes to Richard’s brutal CrossFit class. By the end, Jack was soaked in sweat revealing a black jock strap under white workout shorts displaying his massive bulge and muscled ass. To top it off, Richard made protein shakes for them when they returned home, topping off Jack’s with a “special ingredient”.
They showed up in public smirking like co-conspirators—arm draped here, thigh bump there, inside jokes tucked under every sentence. At The Junction, no one needed explanations. Their chemistry registered like weather.
They challenged each other. Tested each other. Teased the edges of dominance, submission, pride, humility. It was absurd and theatrical, occasionally humiliating, always affirming. They found a balance born not of negotiation, but instinct. Some nights the crown belonged to one. Some nights it was willingly placed on the other’s head. Most nights, it sat comfortably between them.
*****
Richard didn’t hear from Julian all week. Part of him worried. A larger, shameful fraction exhaled.
But Friday morning arrived with a text that dropped like a rock: Home tomorrow morning. We need to talk.
Jack read the look on Richard’s face without needing the phone. “Heavy?”
“Closing in,” Richard answered. They both knew Friday night could be the end.
They didn’t waste it.
On Friday night, Richard chose the same restaurant where he had once toasted forever with Julian. The symmetry was painful, intentional, necessary.
They spoke openly. Finally. Fully. Richad ordered the best wine. Tonight was their last opportunity for the unvarnished truth. The pure joy of the week spoke for itself, but tomorrow, facing Julian, he and Jack had to know exactly where the other stood. I fine bottle of Pinot (or two) would help find that truth.
It started slowly. They both acknowledged the unbridled rapture of the week. The jock straps, the sexy workout clothes, the chastity cage, the “protein” shake. They spoke in stereo when they confessed that, although they both enjoyed topping, learning to bottom was existential, and more importantly, how surrendering control could be so liberating. Richard confessed his exhaustion at being Julian’s constant north star—always guiding, deciding, mentoring, managing. “I started to feel less like a partner,” he said, “and more like an instruction manual.”
Jack confessed his own truth in return. He had built a life out of transience—arrive, conquer, exit. Desire without responsibility. He took Richard’s hand across the table, fondled it, and said with his eyes glistening, “You’re the first person who made me want to stay in the room after the lights came up.”
It was not poetic. It was brave.
They admitted love not with declarations, but surrender. It was like the room deflated from their mutual exhale. All these years, they each felt obligated to be the Alpha. Alpha blood still poured through their veins, but to be able to turn it off was exhilarating. And what was most profound…they got there at the same time and for the same reasons…each other. It was like arriving at the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow from two different directions.
But anxiety surfaced—Richard’s loyalty to Julian. Ten years of marriage. You don’t just throw that away. Richard’s profound reluctance to harm him, betray him. The pure selfishness of the act.
Jack didn’t compete with the guilt. He simply said, “Whatever tomorrow asks of you, I won’t be the man who asks you to abandon your integrity.” It was the most convincing vow he had ever heard.
The candor that emerged over the elegant dinner and ample Pinot Noir—the honesty—led to the most erotic, romantic night either had ever experienced. They didn’t know if tomorrow would bring liberation or doom, but they fucked like it was the latter.
The drive home was slow, drawing out the tension.
When they arrived and walked through the front door, Jack looked straight at Richard and said, “You know what to do.” Of course he did. He grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom, the room where Jack had previously humiliated Richard. But there was a strange pull to that—the submission—and Richard slowly stripped for him and presented himself. Jack replied, “You’ll do nicely. Now take my clothes off.” Richard felt like he was a kid opening a Christmas gift. Every button he unbuttoned was unprecedented joy. When he got to Jack’s pants and unbuckled his belt, Christmas had officially arrived. And pulling his pants off him, exposing his thick, veiny cock, was like New Years Eve. He didn’t have to be told. He dropped to his knees, feeling privileged to take this man’s man’s cock in his mouth.
Richard’s “technique” didn’t matter, he was so hungry for Jack. And Jack knew it. He wanted Richard so bad he almost cried. He pushed Richard’s head into his crotch, knowing what his ultimate prize was. As much as he wanted the night to go on forever, he couldn’t wait. His love for Richard and the passion it elicited overwhelmed him. He picked Richard up off his knees and tossed all 205 pounds of him on the bed like he was a rag doll. Richard landed on his back, and Jack dove between his legs, ravenous to devour his hole. The expensive restaurant’s food was best-in-class, but nothing would taste better than the hole of the man he loved. He wanted to give him pleasure in a way he’d never experienced before. Although his cock ached for release, he was more driven by the need to hear his man moan.
His face was now inches from the waiting, red lips of Richard’s most private part. A hole he had fucked many times this week but still looked virginally pure. He went slow. He licked, teased, tongue fucked him. And as delicious as that was, his real fuel was Richard’s moans. They were like an elixir. Every wail told him he was pleasing his man.
Finally, Richard begged him to stop. “Please fuck me, sir”, he begged. “I need your cock so badly. PLEASE”, he pleaded.
Jack said nothing. He quietly climbed over Richard, pulled his legs over his shoulders, and straddling him, placed the tip of his cock in Richard’s entrance, and said the words that hadn’t been spoken yet that week, “I love you, Sexy Man”, and slowly pushed into him.
Despite the fact that the two men had had more orgasms in the past seven days than they typically would’ve in seven weeks, Jack couldn’t control himself. They didn’t even attempt to be keep their voices down. If you’d been there, you would’ve been able to hear them out on the street. “FUCK ME!!!” Richard yelled as Jack pistoned him. Jack was unable to speak; he was so on fire. “Fuck me daddy”, Richard howled. Jack’s face was so close to Richard’s, the tips of their noses touched and sweat poured from Jack’s face to Richard. “I love you too, Big Guy,” Richard answered Jack’s earlier declaration.
Those words put Jack over the edge. He plunged into Richard with a force that surprised even him. Once, twice, and the third time he exploded. He came with such brutality, he momentary blacked out and dropped, full weight, onto Richard.
They laid there for minutes, allowing the moment to settle. Sweat, cum, even a few tears—although Jack would later deny it. Richard loved the crushing weight of Jack on top of him believing it represented the weight of their newfound relationship. And he relished the fact that—given he hadn’t cum yet—his hard cock was crushed under Jack’s weight.
Once their heartbeats got close to their natural resting state, Richard cranked his head to whisper into Jack’s ear, “You know, we’re not done yet”, with a smile.
“Oh, I hope not,” Jack whispered back. “Take your time though…I want tonight to last forever, but you wouldn’t know it from my performance. You’re just too fucking sexy.”
Richard pushed Jack off him a bit and said, “Know how you can help?”
“Tell me”, he immediately responded.
“It’s a bit kinky”, Richard smiled.
“The kinkier the better, Sexy Man.”
“Scoop your babies out of my hole and lube me up with them.”
“I’ll do you one better”, Jack responded quickly. He slid down to Richard’s hole and sucked a mouthful of his jizz out of him and then climbed up, spit it on Richard’s still erect cock and began to stroke it. “Like that?” he smiled.
Richard sighed, “EXACTLY like that, Big Guy”, and let Jack get him good and wet for his turn.
Richard had to fight to not get overly excited too quickly and pulled Jack’s hand off his cock. “We’re going slow this time, Big Guy,” he cautioned.
Richard got on his side behind Jack and spooned him from behind. Without saying a word his cock found its target and he pushed slowly into Jack. “Ooooohhhhh” Jack whimpered. Before long Richard was all the way in and he intentionally remained motionless. Just the two of them, on their sides, Richard’s arms embracing Jack from behind, as deep in him as anatomically possible. Richard whispered, “Remember the first time you felt my cock all the way up you?”
“How could I forget?” Jack responded. “It changed my life.”
“Remember what you said?” Richard continued.
“Hell yeah…I made you promise we could spend the rest of our lives together in this exact position.”
“Well, that would be difficult to pull off, but here we are again, just a few days later.”
“And it feels even better,” Jack sighed.
Richard played it slow. He methodically fucked him from the left side, from the right side, cowgirl (in this case cowboy), doggy style, and finally, face to face, his dominance undeniable. When he knew he was just a few thrusts away from cumming, he grabbed Jack’s now hard cock and said, “Cum with me, Big Guy.” He continued to thrust and stroke and when they were close to shooting, Richard said one last thing, “No matter what happens tomorrow, you’re stuck with me.”
“Thank you, Sexy Man,” Jack roared, and they both exploded. Jack shot onto his own face and hair and even caught some of his jizz in his mouth. Richard became as rigid as a board, convulsed, and filled Jack’s hole so full it leaked out as fast as Richard could deposit it.
They laid there for minutes, knowing the gravity of what tomorrow would bring.
Finally, Richard rolled off Jack and pulled him into him so that Jack curled around him, hanging on for dear life.
“Love you, Big Guy.”
“Love you too, Sexy Man.”
They were asleep withing minutes.
*****
Saturday morning arrived, right on schedule. Despite their long, active evening, Richard and Jack arose early to get the house in order and eliminate the evidence of their passion. After it passed their inspection, as Jack was leaving was leaving, he pulled Richard into an embrace and said, “Remember Sexy Man, Julian needs to be your first loyalty.”
With tears in his eyes, Richard’s pulled Jack’s face to his, “I love you, Big Guy,” was all he could utter.
“Love you too Sexy Man,” Jack replied over his shoulder as he walked out, knowing this could possibly be the last time the two were together.
Julian insisted on Ubering home, wanting to avoid having the fateful discussion in the car.
He arrived right on time with a palpable air of finality.
He sat Richard down and explained everything. He hadn’t been entirely forthcoming. Yes, he attended an architectural seminar in Chicago, but there was also Beck & Hale Architects, a highly respected firm so successful it was frequently described as “on fire”. They had been pursuing Julian for some time and now they needed him. Immediately. Chicago. Permanent. He’d already informed his current firm of his intention and secured remote completion of his open projects. He’d be leaving for Chicago tomorrow, for good.
But it wasn’t just the career opportunity.
He paused and continued…
“I think we outgrew us, and we both know it.”
The silence that followed was not rupture. It was recognition.
Julian spoke Richard’s private thoughts back to him: the imbalance, the mentorship turned parenthood, the quiet exhaustion of carrying a man who learned to walk long ago.
With tears in his eyes, Richard took Julian’s hands. “You’re right,” he whispered. “And I wish you weren’t.”
They let that sit for awhile and talked openly and honestly about the breakdown. It was neither’s fault. It was two men who were perfect for each other, until they weren’t. They had had the foresight to construct an equitable prenup and now committed to a friendly, non-acrimonious divorce.
Once the tension dissipated regarding their relationship and Julian’s intention to end the marriage, he laughed and apologized for his immature, even reckless scheme to bring Jack into the relationship to jumpstart the marriage. But he acknowledged that it seemed to bring out a side in Richard that confirmed his suspicion the marriage was over.
Richard went white. He knew he had to come clean as well. It was only fair.
‘Uh….about Jack…” he stammered.
Carefully omitting the graphic details, Richard shared their week together and admitted that a relationship had developed. They had spent the week together and both discovered “the joys of not having to be in charge all the time…” then gulping…”the joys of….bottoming, even submission.”
Julian listened. His expression flickered—shock, amusement, fond exasperation, disbelief, and, bizarrely, pride.
“So that’s what was happening in my house,” Julian teased. “Unbelievable.”
Richard braced for anger.
Instead, Julian roared with laughter—a startled bark of delight.
“You animals,” Julian grinned. “Both of you. Tell me everything. Did you both bottom? How did it feel? Did you like it? Did he actually like it? What else did you do?....” and on and on and on.
The tension collapsed into incredulous humor. Curiosity followed. More questions. Revelations. Disclosures that sounded more like war stories than confession.
By the end of it, Julian looked oddly satisfied.
“Well,” he said, clapping his hands once, “since the universe clearly wanted this… and since Chicago steals me tomorrow… and since one night is all we’ve got…”
He raised a brow.
“Call him.”
*****
Before Jack arrived, Richard was able to share Julian’s confession with him, their decision to part ways and the relationship that had blossomed between Jack and him. He was emphatic that, after hearing all of this, it was Julian who hastily summoned Jack for their last night together. Jack didn’t hesitate to accept Julian’s “invitation”.
The dinner was a delicate dance of confession, closure, and sexual tension.
Despite each of their good intentions, they each had scores to settle: Richard for Julian’s dishonesty, Julian for Jack’s ulterior motive to use him to get to Richard, and Jack for being taken as a stooge.
They ate like men who had survived a natural disaster together. They told stories. Mocked fate. Toasted irony. Resolved their differences, even laughed about them. By the end of dinner, there was genuine affection in the room—no edges, no competition, no unfinished business.
Unsurprisingly, the sexual tension rose steadily throughout dinner. Julian longed for the 3-way he’d originally intended, Richard needed to prove to Julian he was still the Alpha stud he’d married, and Jack would show them both he wasn’t just a bull stud, but a man capable of true emotion. The scores would be settled in the bedroom.
When it became undeniable that sex was on the menu for dessert, Julian got the ball rolling. Putting his fork down from his last bite, he said, “I’m going to shower and get clean and fresh—inside and out—for you two animals. I know what you’re both capable of and I don’t want to disappoint you on our last night together”.
Richard and Jack settled on the couch, red wine and bourbon in hand respectively, both with the same thought and quickly conspired to address it. Julian needed to be taught a lesson, and not the lesson he was expecting. He thought all was forgiven, and while they weren’t out for revenge, they were going to make him work for his fantasy 3-way. The bedroom door remained closed for some time as Julian took his promise to clean—inside and out—seriously. They devised a plan that would surprise Julian and would be the ultimate sexual farewell.
After about 30 minutes they heard Julian call from behind the closed door, “I’m ready,” with no discernable tone in his voice. They slowly opened the door to reveal Julian, the room softly lit with candles that Richard remembered from previous love making sessions. Julian was on the bed on all fours in the black jock strap he knew Richard loved, offering himself to the two. Julian’s heart was pounding with such force it felt like it would crash through his chest, and his cock was so hard it nearly ripped through the pouch of the jockstrap. This had been his fantasy for months. His husband and his fuck buddy, both using him and competing with one another to prove who was the more manly man with Julian the lucky recipient of their lust.
Richard spoke first, “Jack, think my boy is hungry for our cocks?” which was music to Julian’s ears.
“Sure looks like it,” replied Jack, “it’s even winking at me,” obviously referring to his hole.
“And he remembered how much I loved to fuck him in his black jockstrap,” Richard added to the intrigue.
“That was my favorite too,” Jack said, acknowledging their shared sexual history, their back-and-forth thrilling Julian.
“Good little slut,” Jack added, claiming ownership.
Jack and Richard quietly undressed, frequently caressing Julian’s legs, torso, nips, balls, cock, teasing his hole as if to get it ready, leaving him breathless with anticipation. He was ready to be spit-roasted and his only question was who would take his mouth and who would take his hole.
Richard squatted down in front of him with Jack positioned at his hole. “Does my boy want to get roasted by his daddies?”
“YES!” Julian cried. “Please sirs, take me, take your boy. Make me pay.”
“Oh, we intend to,” Jack growled from behind him. There was a pause. Neither Jack nor Richard spoke for seconds—which felt like an eternity to Julian.
Quietly, Jack replied, “Oh, you will,” followed by two brutal, full-handed slaps on his ass.
Before he could process what had happened, Richard and Jack jerked him off the bed by his arms and slammed him into the chair at the foot of the bed in which Richard had been relegated on Jack’s first visits. “Don’t you fucking move,” Richard pointed to him while he gathered some equipment from the closet. He tossed two leather restraints to Jack and they quickly secured his wrists and arms to the chair. Richard immediately gagged Julian with a ball gag leaving him nude, restrained, and unable to speak. Julian was genuinely shocked and looked at them with a mixture of terror, disbelief, and lust.
“This is what you unleashed,” Richard snarled, and pulled Jack up onto the bed with him where they passionately embraced, kissed, and tore each other’s clothes off with the same force as their first night together.
Both quickly nude, they knelt on the bed immediately in front of Julian’s disbelieving eyes, grinding and kissing with a passion he never could’ve envisioned. They stroked each other’s cock, bit each other’s nips, and fingered each other’s holes with a feral lust that left Julian stunned.
“You’re suck a fucking man,” Jack growled.
“You too, Big Guy,” Richard responded and accelerated the passion.
The sight Julian was witnessing was unbearable. Two gods, each of them the man of his dreams. But watching them together, without him, was unbearable to watch.
But they were only getting started. Richard grabbed Jack by the neck and pushed him face first into the mattress. “All fours” he commanded. Jack eagerly complied, knowing what was coming. Richard grabbed some lube from the bedside table and without breaking eye contact with Julian and generously lubed his cock and Jack’s hole, knowing it would be a forceful entry.
Positioned immediately behind Jack between his legs and staring into Julian’s eyes, he taunted him, “Watch Jack’s eyes as I fuck him. That’s a man getting fucked by a real man. You’ll wish it were you.”
Julian was so stunned by the turn of events he didn’t know how to respond. Were they punishing him? Taunting him? Tormenting him? All he knew was his cock was rock hard, sticking straight up and oozing precum. He didn’t know what to expect but he knew he’d never been more turned on.
“Here we go Big Guy,” Richard announced to Jack before pummeling him with his cock. “OH MY FUCKING GOD”, Jack cried out, still looking straight into Julian’s eyes and saw horror, lust…and jealousy.
Richard gave Jack time to adjust and when he felt him push back into his cock asking for more, he began a slow, deliberate pistoning of the male specimen below him. “Oh, fuck….” Jack groaned. “Oh, yeah”, he gasped, “Yeah, right there…yeah, right there, do me Sexy Man, show Julian how it’s done.”
Richard and Jack had been together just long enough to know exactly where the other’s hot spots were and Richard was zeroing in on them.
“Keep it up”, Jack begged, “Fuck, you’re stretching me out.” Peering into Julian’s eyes, he added, “Your husband’s cock is legendary, he’s stretching me wide open…FUCK….”
Julian was out of his mind. That should be him getting railed, not Jack. He couldn’t help himself as he groaned and drooled through the ball gag, fought to pull himself free from the restraints and thrust his hips into the air from the sitting position desperate for relief.
“Don’t worry Julian, Jack and I have lots more positions to show you, don’t we Jack?” Richard mocked him.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jack croaked.
As if rehearsed, Richard pulled out of Jack who then moved to sit at the foot of the bed immediately in front of Julian. Julian couldn’t help but stare at Jack’s thick, veiny cock that he’d taken so many times before. Massive girth, veins popping, huge mushroom head, with pre-cum dripping of the tip. What Julian wouldn’t do to be freed to have that all to himself. Why was he being deprived? The punishment was brutal.
Then Richard stepped between them, looked smugly at Julian, and lubed Jack’s cock behind him. With his back to Jack and staring deep into Julian’s eyes, Richard positioned himself directly over Jack’s cock and slowly lowered himself onto it.
“Watch closely, Julian,” Jack taunted. “Your fuck buddy is fucking your daddy,” as Richard slowly lowered himself until his hole had completely swallowed Jack’s cock.
Jack pulled his arms around Richard and gently caressed his torso. He caressed his pecs, pinched his nips and slowly worked his hands down Richard’s torso to his cock and balls.
“Oh, I love the way your hole fits my cock, Sexy Man,” Jack groaned, intentionally confirming this wasn’t the first time they’d fucked.
Catching on, Richard replied, “Yeah Big Guy, you always know right where to find my hot spot,” and then shuddered with pleasure indicating he’d just found it.
“Go deeper….go deeper,” Jack demanded.
Using his feet on the floor as leverage, he pushed himself even further down Jack’s massive piece of meat. “There you go,” Jack groaned. “Good boy….”
Julian appeared to be near tears. Watching Richard fuck Jack was like revenge, but Jack was fucking Richard with such tenderness nearly broke Julian’s heart. Richard continued to slide up and down Jack’s pole, moaning louder and louder. “Fuck me, Big Guy,” Richard groaned. “Fuck your man.”
“You getting close?” Jack asked.
“Yeah…”, Richard reluctantly responded.
“Let’s go,” Jack said and then stood and lifted Richard to his feet with him, keeping his cock fully penetrated in his hole. They shuffled forward so they stood inches in front of Julian who now understood he was being punished. Richard’s dripping cock, ready to explode, was millimeters from Julian’s face. Holding Richard close to him with one arm, Jack reached around the back of Julian’s head to remove the gag.
Julian shook his head, happy to be free from the uncomfortable device, but wondered why they’d done it. He didn’t have time to contemplate it however, as Jack was now pummeling Richard from behind pushing Richard even closer to Julian.
Julian’s line of sight was these two sweating men, both god-like in physique, and both with whom he’d had countless carnal encounters. Now they were having one inches in front of him and he was helpless to partake. The torture was unimaginable.
But Jack and Richard couldn’t go forever, and finally Jack roared, “This is it…” followed immediately by “Me too…” The two of them came at once. Without thinking, Julian squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth. Richard sprayed his cum over Julian hitting his hair, face, into his mouth, neck, and torso. Jack pumped one load into Richard then quickly pulled out and joined Richard in covering Julian with rope after rope after rope of his deliciously warm jizz.
Julian savored what he’d been able to capture in his mouth and then used his tongue to lick his covered lips. His eyes had been spared so he opened them to see Jack and Richard standing there, leaning against the chair, coming back down to earth. This gave Julian—more frustrated than ever—a moment to contemplate what was happening. Was this the end? Was this his punishment? Was this their revenge?
His questions were partially answered as Jack left to fetch some wet towels and as Richard removed the restraints, Jack toweled him down.
“You ok?” Richard asked with genuine concern.
Julian was at a loss for words, prompting Jack to add, “You kinda looked like you were enjoying it…in a kinky kind of way. Like this…” he said as he scooped up some of the cum dripping down his torso and fed it to him, Julian nearly inhaling it as he was fed.
This broke the awkward tension and Julian actually cracked a smile, “What the fuck was that?” he asked incredulously.
“Don’t worry, little man”, Jack answered. “We’ve just gotten started. Ready to take us both?”
To be continued.
Next chapter is the explosive conclusion to this unholy 3-some. Out in a few days. Thanks for reading so far and feel free to rate and/or reach out with your comments: [email protected]
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