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What the Wife Wants and Get’s BlackenI don’t know how it happened, it just slipped out. I didn’t intend to say it, but then it was out there, and I couldn’t pull it back.To spice up our sex lives after ten years of marriage, my husband and I sometimes shared fantasies during sex. A favorite of ours was for Mark to be watching as another man fucked me. I don’t recall when it started, but after a while, when Mark would talk about another man, I would imagine that the other man was a black man, a tall, muscular, black-as-night Negro, plunging his huge black cock into my pale white body.I was reluctant to share my private fantasy with Mark for fear he would be repulsed by the idea.Then one night, about two years ago, we were making love, playing with our fantasy, taking turns describing to each other what was happening. I was talking about how good it felt and how big he was when I slipped and said, “I love a big black cock in my pussy!”Mark’s reaction was immediate. He became even hornier and very hard. He began thrusting into me with a vigor that caught me completely by surprise, and his reaction got me extra hot as well! As a result, our favorite fantasy from that time on became Mark watching me being taken by a black man.What I didn’t know then, and only learned later, was that Mark had never considered the idea of me being with a black man until I let it slip that one time, but after that he gradually became obsessed with the idea. He found himself thinking about it constantly. He grew to feel that there was nothing hotter than a white woman being a slut for black cock. He desperately wanted me to actually surrender myself to a black man; however, he feared telling me, feeling that I would never actually do it and that I would “freak out” to use his term.What Mark didn’t know was how much I had been dwelling on that very fantasy. I began finding black men attractive in my early 20’s at college. I grew up in an area that didn’t have many black men, so I was not really exposed to them very much before then. I was curious about a number of things. One was the whole taboo of being with a black man. In our society, I felt that is still looked upon as wrong, and I thought the idea of breaking that taboo would be fun! It’s funny, because if someone sees a white man with a black woman not many people take notice, but if it is the other way around, then it’s a big deal!But it was more than that, I found black men very attractive and sexy, I love their dark skin, it is a sexy contrast to a lady’s white skin. They seem much more muscular, and I love a black man with a shaved head. Black men seem to have a presence about them that is very alluring, like an a****l magnetism. They seem powerful and very masculine like they can really take care of a woman! There was also the whole idea of how black men are hung well and can really please a girl. I wasn’t sure how much of that to believe, but I heard it so much that I had to wonder. I had a girlfriend in college who dated a black guy and she said he was amazing, and that certainly made me think about it.I also realized that being an exhibitionist, and Mark watching was a huge turn on for me. And it wasn’t just about the sex, but being an exhibitionist in general. The idea of dressing sexy and being with a black man in public got me hot, especially when I thought about Mark seeing it.But my desires went further. The idea of me submitting, yielding myself to a large, powerful black man had a primal hold upon me. It felt instinctive. I imagined how safe I would feel with a masculine, muscular black man. The thought of giving myself to a black man and being submissive to him was so erotic! Sometimes I would see a white woman with a black man and I could just tell that she is totally submissive to him. Nice! I was turned on by the idea of submitting myself completely, sexually. The thought of being a white slut, owned by a dominant black man excited me.The irony of it all was that I too was reluctant to share my desires with Mark. I didn’t want Mark to be disappointed with me. I wasn’t sure that he would really be OK with me being with another man, let alone being sexually dominated by a powerful Negro. It’s one thing for him to have a fantasy, but it’s another for his wife to really do it.We lived a normal life. I’m a stay-at-home mom with two k**s. I dressed conservatively the way wives and mothers are expected to dress. We didn’t go out much other than church on Sundays. Leisure activities consisted of things like hiking or mountain bike riding. All my life, I always was the person who did what was expected of her. I always played it safe. Nobody, not even my husband, suspected I had repressed “jungle fever”.Eventually Mark’s obsession got the better of him. From never having given interracial sex a thought, he went to thinking of little else. The idea of me being with a black stud was driving him wild. He visited erotic story sites and devoured stories describing married women becoming sluts for black cock. He even started corresponding with some of the writers explaining how he wished his wife would go black, and lamenting that he didn’t think she was interested in anything beyond the safety of a fantasy. Little did he know!!Eventually Mark finally worked up the courage to broach the possibility of us making our fantasy real. He got an interracial video for us to watch, which made us both pretty horny. Then during the sex that followed he asked, “Did you like the guys in the movie?””Mmmm, yes,” I replied enthusiastically. “I love their big, black cocks.”Then I developed a whole scenario in how he would watch me be a slut for a big black stud, sucking his cock, worshipping him and getting fucked so hard by him. And Mark joined in, telling me how much he loved to watch me do it.Then he dropped the bomb shell by saying, “Have you ever thought of having black sex for real?”I was caught off guard. I thought it had always been just a fantasy for him. I must admit though, I was pretty excited when Mark brought it up. I don’t think I would have if he hadn’t. While I didn’t want to seem overeager, it got me real hot!I had reservations, and only told him I would think about it. I was so used to doing the right things, and while I wanted to break out of that role for once, to try new things and experience something different, I knew it was wrong for a wife and mother to want interracial sex outside of the marriage.But then I also felt that maybe it was time I took some chances!Then I thought about Mark. I love Mark so much, and I was afraid that he would be jealous if we went through with our fantasy.Part of me was afraid of what I would do if I actually met that true Alpha black male, because I definitely have a submissive side to me. I think it is hardwired into us women to be submissive to an Alpha male, particularly the black ones. I was not sure how Mark would react. He said the idea of me being a slut for a black man turned him on, but I was afraid he might not feel the same way after seeing me begging for a big black cock to cum inside me.Because of all of that, I was conflicted and noncommittal.Mark, however, was on a campaign. That next weekend Mark took me to a store that markets more to the ladies, selling lingerie, toys, etc, not your typical seedy adult bookstore. It was fun and he helped me pick out a nice big black dildo. Then we went back home, watched some more interracial movies and played.When Mark brought up living out our fantasy again, I told him I was still considering it. No matter how much he assured me that it was something he would love seeing me do, and that he wasn’t using it as an excuse to go out and get sex for himself, I still had doubts. It would be such tokat escort a big step, and once taken, could never be retracted.The following weekend, Mark suggested we go out to a dance club, and also suggested I buy a sexy new outfit for the evening. He talked about me maybe flirting and dancing with some of the guys we might meet. Again, I told him I hadn’t made any decision about interracial sex, but I agreed that I would dance with different men, if they should ask.I figured I should buy something, because it had been a while since we had been to a dance club. The dress I bought was black and shorter and sexier than I normally would buy, but definitely not slutty. I also picked out some sexy lingerie, black lace panties and a black push up bra that allowed me to show a little cleavage, and allowed my nipples to show just a little against the fabric. I already had high heels to wear. I was pleased that Mark really liked my outfit. He thought I would attract a lot of attention, but I wasn’t as confident.I was a bit nervous walking into the club dressed that way because I am no longer a young girl. Fortunately after a drink and some dancing with Mark, I felt more at ease.Mark would leave me alone some by going to the bathroom, or getting a drink, giving guys an opportunity to approach me. A couple of guys did ask me to dance. I was really nervous the first time and was hoping nobody would notice me shaking. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. It didn’t hurt either that all the guys were a better dancer than Mark.Unfortunately, when they realized I was married, and that my husband was in the club, they seemed disappointed and quickly lost interest.While the club was filled with predominately whites, there were some blacks there too. On one of his visits to my table, Mark suggested I try and make eye contact with any black men I found attractive.Shortly after that I saw a guy at the bar that I thought was hot. He was a little over six foot with a body, that looked to be in great shape, toned, muscular but not overly so, and he had a great shaved head. I think a shaved head is so sexy on a black man, not that I mind hair either. As a matter of fact I think dreadlocks can be pretty sexy too. Anyway, I was trying to make eye contact with him and flirt a little so he would come over.He finally came over when Mark left to get drinks. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that was a little open at the collar that showed just a little of his muscular chest and dark blue slacks; he looked good! He had a distinct smell, just a hint of some nice cologne, and when he spoke, it was with a nice baritone voice like so many black men have. He introduced himself as James. He had a great smile and I said hello back and said my name was Amy. Mark, seeing what was happening, stayed away. James bought me a drink and then asked me if I wanted to dance. I said sure, even though I was incredibly nervous!!!Dancing with James was fun! I hadn’t really danced with anyone but Mark for such a long time, and it was very exciting. He was an excellent dancer and he made me feel very sexy and desirable. I am sure part of it was that I was dancing with a good looking guy who wasn’t my husband, but most of it was that he was a sexy black man!In spite of my earlier insecurity and reservations, James certainly seemed to appreciate how I looked!What was also really hot was the looks many of the people gave us. It was exciting knowing that they could see me dancing with a black man! It turned me on knowing that people were looking at us, seeing the contrast of our skin tones and the taboo of a fair-skinned white woman socializing with a Negro. I am of Irish descent so my skin is very fair, and James is rather dark. Based on some of the looks, a few women were envious and the white men were disapproving; I loved it!I found myself getting sexually excited dancing with him. After all, I had been fantasying about black men for so long, and there I was dancing with one! I pressed up against him a bit, but not too much because I didn’t want to lead him on.After we danced for a while, we went back to the table and Mark joined us. I introduced the two of them. James didn’t seem fazed that I was married, or that Mark was there. We talked for a bit and I learned he was 29 years old, six years younger than me. We had a drink and danced some more. Eventually it was getting late and we had to get back, so we called it a night and said goodbye to James.I was so excited that on the way home I started stroking Mark’s cock through his pants and eventually sucked his rock hard cock while he drove.We got home, paid the babysitter and then went right to bed and had some amazing sex. I was so wet and turned on from what I had just done; I had danced with a black man!During sex Mark teased, “Do you want James’s big, hard, black cock?””Yes,” I answered. “I so want that big, black cock in me right now.”With that, Mark started fucking me real hard, and after he came, he started fucking me some more with the big black dildo, “Imagine this is James fucking you.””Do you like watching me getting fucked by this big black cock?” I responded. “This big cock feels so good inside me.”I don’t remember how many times I came fantasizing about James!After we were through, Mark asked, “Do you want to go black now?””I’m seriously thinking about it,” was my reply. “You know, when you weren’t around, James gave me his phone number.””Oh my God, Amy, you’ve got to call him!” he responded.Over the next several days, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. It was so hot to dance with James, so sexy, so erotic! We looked good together, my creamy skin against his chocolate colored skin.I was so confused. I still had concerns. Should I really be doing this? I mean, I am a married woman with k**s, is this appropriate? How will Mark react to this, will it change our relationship? How would Mark feel watching me with another man, would he be jealous? I didn’t want him to get hurt. Things like that ran through my mind.But at the same time, a married white women being with a black man is so wrong, and that did make it exciting! I felt it would be kind of fun being a “bad girl” for a change! While most women might be bothered by it, I was excited by the idea of being submissive to a strong black man.Mark and I talked about if I should call James or not. Mark pointed out that if I called him, he would probably expect that I wanted something more than just to dance! We discussed the situation a lot. We talked about how maybe fantasies are best left unfulfilled, and all the trouble seeing James again might bring us. But Mark admitted that he found the idea of me with a black man to be so hot, he just couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I confessed how being submissive to a black man like James had consumed my thoughts.Finally I decided that I was just about ready, but not quite sure, to give myself to a dominant black man, to make myself the pure white prize of a strong African warrior!After talking it over with Mark again, I finally worked up the courage to give James a call. My heart was POUNDING when I called him! I told him that we planned to go back to the club the coming Friday night and hoped to see him there. He didn’t remember me at first, but then he said he was happy that I called and he would probably be there too.I couldn’t believe I did it!!I hung up and found myself thinking that I am going out on a date! I was thinking about what to wear, wanting to look good for James, hoping that he showed up! I had butterflies in my stomach as if I was back in high school!I almost had to pinch myself. I couldn’t believe what was happening! I told myself that it was all about fun, adventure, expanding tokat escort bayan one’s comfort zone and breaking some taboos, but I knew I was about to take a step that could never be retracted.While James really seemed to be interested in me, I had to wonder how interested he could be in a 35 year old mother of two c***dren. Even though I keep myself in great shape, I’m 5’5″ and 120 pounds, size six, my breasts aren’t what they were when I was s*******n, and my stomach isn’t as flat either. While I have this round ass, which I heard black men like, my tits are only a B, and I feel out of proportion.And then there’s James. Six foot two, toned, muscular, pretty dark and 29! I was a little in disbelief that he actually said me might meet us again.I decided that all I could do was to make my best efforts to look attractive for him. The first thing would be to go shopping for something sexy.Shopping was fun! I dropped the k**s at my mom’s for a bit so I could go to the mall. I went to Victoria’s Secret and bought a really cute sexy top, a green silk halter type, revealing but not too wild. From the bust down it is kind of see through. I was daring and bought a pair of low-rise jeans to wear with it. I don’t have quite the waist of my youth, but I still looked pretty good in the jeans. To complete the outfit I bought a sexy matching bra and thong set, but I didn’t plan to wear the bra; can’t wear a bra with that top.Trying out the new me, I did something devilish. A salesgirl came up to me and asked if I needed any help and what kind of things I was looking for. So after a few suggestions and trying a couple of things on, I asked, “Do you know if there were any good clubs around to meet black men?”She blushed, was a little flustered, and didn’t know what to say! But she did ask another salesgirl who was near by and she told me the name of one. The second salesgirl looked at my wedding ring and smiled, and I just smiled back and said, “Thank you.”I felt so bad, it was fun! I bet they were talking about me after I left!That night, I told Mark about what I did in Victoria’s Secret during love making. Boy, did it make him horny to hear his wife would do anything so bold. Of course I was the beneficiary!Thursday night I went to bed before Mark. By the time he walked into our bedroom I was, laying on the bed waiting for him, my legs spread, and I was working that big black dildo in and out of my pussy. I thought Mark’s eyes would pop out of his head. Ever since Mark first brought up the idea of me actually having interracial sex, our own sex was incredible!Friday, I was so excited; I tingled all day. I thought about nothing else but that I would see James again. I wasn’t sure what would happen. I didn’t know if he would suggest anything or not, and if he did, I wasn’t sure what I might do. I just decided that I would follow my instincts if and when that time occurred.In the afternoon, I had my dirty blond hair cut, lightened and blond streaks added. I liked the way blonder hair highlighted my blue eyes. I got a manicure and pedicure. I didn’t think I would be mobbed, but I hoped I would get some looks!Mark got home a little late from work. I had just finished giving the k**s dinner, but wasn’t dressed. I had kept the outfit a surprise for him. He commented on how much he liked my hair and nails. I finished dressing as he dropped the k**s off with my mom for the night. When he returned and saw me, Mark’s response was great. He took me in his arms and told me I looked sexy as hell! I hoped that James would appreciate my efforts as much.We got a bite to eat before we drove to the same club as the weekend before. When we got there we sat in a booth, ordered a drink and looked around for James. He wasn’t there but arrived about 15 minutes later. He saw us and came over, shook Mark’s hand, hugged me, and complimented me on how nice I looked, which made me feel great! We got along wonderfully; he is such a nice guy. We talked and drank like we were old friends. Then he asked me to dance.Dancing with him was hot, I wasn’t nervous like the previous week, and we danced closer and sexier. It just felt so good and so right. I enjoyed people watching us. I felt really sexy.While we were dancing, I told James that I had heard of another club that was good. That was the one the salesgirl from Victoria’s Secret had told me about. James said he had been there before and suggested we try it. I said sure, and back at the table, asked Mark if it was OK to go. He agreed and I rode with Mark as we followed James.As he drove, Mark asked, “How do you feel?””Great!” I responded.”You looked sexy as hell dancing with James.”That comment made me feel even sexier!When we got to the club James took control, he took me by the hand and led me inside. It was so hot to have this strong black man take me in there, and for everyone to see that I was his!!! There were a lot more blacks at the club and that was cool. The music was loud, base was pumping, and the DJ was playing a lot of hip-hop and rap.The girls in the club were mostly younger, mid twenties, but there were a few my age too.James and I danced a lot, very close, grinding against each other, and I could feel his hard cock against me, and that just got me so hot and wet. With Mark at the table watching, James pulled me close, put his hand on my ass, and kissed me so passionately, I was weak in the knees. As his tongue invaded my mouth and his saliva ran down my throat, I decided right then that I had to have this man have me! I just couldn’t help it!James had a friend meet us there, and he was HUGE! He was about 6’3″; about 280 lbs, real dark and he had a white girlfriend named Danielle. She was cute and sexy, she looked like the girl next door, but she had on a little miniskirt and a white belly shirt that said “Bitch” on it! I felt overdressed! So many of the women had on little camisole tops, tube tops, thongs sticking out, shaking what they had. The guys certainly loved it!The four of us danced some more, and when we got back to the table, Danielle sat on Earl’s lap, so I did the same with James. I could feel his cock against my ass and loved every minute. Mark later told me that I was actually glowing!When James and Earl left us to get more drinks, I took Mark aside, “James said he wants to take me back to Earl’s place because he lives close by.”Mark looked serious, “Where do you think this is going?”I felt myself blushing, “I really like James, and I want to see what will happen.””Are you sure?” He asked. “We never talked about anything moving this fast. If we leave here, James will want to fuck you. Do you want to get fucked by him?””Yes, Mark. I think I want that!””If that’s the case, I think a hotel would be safer,” replied Mark, always the protector.”Perhaps you’re right, I’ll ask James.”When the guys returned, we danced some more. As we danced, I told James what Mark wanted. James was cool with the idea. I don’t think James cared where he fucked me.I rode over in James’ car and Mark followed us. It only took five minutes, and while he drove, I snuggled close and kissed him. I rubbed my hands over him, feeling his big cock through this pants and his strong muscular chest. He is so fucking sexy!!We parked, and Mark came over to tell us he’d get the room. He found us making out, kissing and caressing each other. I continued rubbing James’ chest and cock while he played with my tits.I held James’ hand as we walked to the room. It was funny, when we got there, I wasn’t nervous or anything.When we entered the room, James sat on the bed and said, “Mark, why don’t you find us something to drink, because we’re going to work up a thirst.” Then both he started laughing and I found escort tokat myself laughing right along.As soon as Mark was gone, James lay back on the bed and said, “Let me see your tits bitch!”I wasn’t insulted or anything, I just took off my top because I wanted to please him. I was even proud that he called me bitch!In response to, “Now, let me see your ass.” I stripped off my jeans and turned around for James wearing only my thong underwear, eliciting, “Nice ass bitch!”I got on to the bed and laid down next to him and began unbuttoned his shirt, I wanted to see his chest, which was very nice. I ran my hands on his chest and abs, mmmmmm, he was muscular, toned and very hard!Upon hearing “Ok bitch, now take out my cock,” I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off.When Mark returned with some sodas, he discovered me orally worshiping the most amazing cock I had ever seen.I couldn’t believe how big and thick he was!!! I could almost, but not quite get my hand around it. It was the most amazing thing, so black and powerful! I couldn’t wait to suck on it as I just love to suck on cock.I had to suck it, and lick it! He is very thick and I really had to stretch my mouth and jaw to fit him in, and it just felt so good to have his cock in my mouth. I have always been very oral, and I loved sucking his beautiful black cock and balls. It felt so right and I couldn’t get enough.He was pretty hard already but he did get a little harder as I sucked him, which I found so erotic. It is so sexy to feel a man get hard in your mouth as you suck him.James’ cock smelled faintly musky, and I noticed how it tasted different from Mark’s. I don’t know how to describe it, but I thought “each of my men had their own cock taste.”Each of my men, how that thought pleased me!I pumped his cock because I couldn’t get all of him in my mouth. I also ran my tongue up and down his shaft, feeling the texture of the veins, and around the head to tease him as well as sucking on his big balls.It was all so hot!While I was sucking him, James said, “You’re a little slut for black cock, ain’t you bitch?””You just love sucking black cock.””You sure a hoe for big black’ cock!”It was really driving me crazy and making me even hornier and wanting to please him even more!After a while James said,” You got me ready bitch, now it’s time to fuck!”He got up and Mark gave him a condom. That was when I realized that Mark had been sitting in a chair stroking his cock as he watched us.By that point, I was so ready to be fucked by this man! I stripped off my thong, lay on my back and opened my legs to him.He got on top, towering over me. I took his massive cock and began guiding it into my pussy entrance.”Please go easy, you’re so big,” I pleaded.He laughed and said, “Don’t worry I will. All white bitches say that at first!”True to his word, he worked himself in slowly and I started moaning. I was so wet, he started penetrating me easily.I felt pain as my pussy was stretched by his thickness, “You’re hurting me James!” I cried, but not expecting or wanting him to stop.He continued slowly inserting the first black cock my white body had ever experienced; the pain was gradually overcome by a feeling of incredible fullness!After a little while I started feeling more pleasure than ever before in my life!”Oh god, James, you’re stretching me so much!” I cried, but in joy that time.His cock was pressing hard against every part of my tight vagina. He was deeper in me than any man had ever been. I was moaning louder as the pain subsided. He felt amazing inside of me!”I never felt so full!” I cried.”Do you like my big black’ cock bitch?” he demanded”Yes, yes, I love your big black cock,” I echoed back.I started cumming like I had never cum before.Wave after wave of orgasm welled up from my vagina and spread in waves throughout my body.”You my slut, ain’t you?” He challenged. “You a little white hoe that love black’ cock!”Yes, yes!!” I replied. “I’m your slut; I’m a whore for black cock.””I want more!” I yelled as I wrapped my legs around his waist.”Fuck me harder!!”I loved how easily he could manhandle me, pick me up and treat me like his toy.As I pulled him into me with my legs, he started slamming into me hard.I felt his cock hitting my cervix.”Tell me what yo want bitch!””Please fuck me with your hard, black, cock!”It wasn’t like making love with Mark, it was FUCKING! So a****listic, I loved it! James just kept going, calling me his white slut, asking me if I loved his black cock and I just agreed! It was incredible!!!My pussy was stretched to its limit and I just started cumming so hard with him inside me. I was in continuous orgasm, orgasms more intense than I had ever before experienced washed over me. Everything became a blur.Eventually I heard James grunt and I felt him stiffen and slow his pace as he came. Then he rolled off of me and went into the bathroom.I never before had felt so satisfied.Looking over, I saw that Mark had cum too. “Come over here Mark, let me suck your cock,” I said. It makes me feel so submissive to look in a man’s eyes as I suck on his cock and please him, and at the same time I feel so powerful.Soon he was rock hard; he hadn’t recovered that quickly in a long time.”Mark, would you please fuck me?” I asked as I got onto all fours and pointed my swollen pussy in his direction.Mark began fucking my stretched out pussy. It felt good, even though I felt a little empty after James.Shortly, James came out of the bathroom and pushed his semi-hard cock in my face. It was another first! It was really exciting to have two cocks in me, but it was particularly nice to suck on James’ beautiful cock and get him ready to fuck me again!James looked at Mark and said, “Look how much yo wife love black cock.”Even though he had just masturbated, and he was rather lose inside me, Mark didn’t last that long. James statement pushed Mark right over the edge, and he came inside me. It was just too much for him to watch me suck on James’s cock as he fucked me.James was hard again, and I wanted more! “Please James, fuck me some more,” I pleaded.Mark gave him another condom and he too started to fuck me doggie style. Only that time he was lubricated by my husband’s own cum in addition to my free flowing sex juices.He just pounded me hard; it was amazing to be taken that way.I could see in us together in the mirror which was across from the bed, over the dresser, and I swear I started cumming because the image I saw was so damn erotic!James was pulling on my hair and giving it to me real hard. His balls were slapping against my clit.I like a man to be a little rough like that, pulling my hair, pulling my nipples. I was in continuous orgasm again, yelling and screaming, “Fuck me harder you with black cock!”He yelled, “How much you want my black cock bitch?””I want to drink your hot load!” I shouted back.After he was fucking me hard for a little while longer, he pulled out and I turned to him. I took off the condom and began to suck on him.He grasped a fist full of hair and fucked my mouth until he came.I tried to take as much of it in my mouth as I could, but some came out and dripped on my chin and tits. That I wiped up with my fingers, then licked my fingers clean.I did it just because I thought it was a nasty thing to do, and I wanted to do something nasty. I usually don’t swallow Mark when he comes in my mouth, and there was Mark watching me greedily licking up his cum!Shortly afterwards James got dressed and we talked briefly how much we all enjoyed ourselves. I was definitely on a sexually high, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.James gave me a deep kiss, and then he left. Mark and I stayed for a little bit, snuggled and talked about how erotic it all was. I also wanted make sure he was OK with what had just happened, and I needed his reassurance that after seeing his wife act like a slut for black cock that he still loved me!He called me the sexiest woman on earth and assured me that he did indeed still love me!

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