The story so far: Elvira Peterson came to baby-sit
Jeremy and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things
have not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic
feather to tickle her into submission. After escaping the
feather Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll.
Escaping from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt
Petunia. Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms
and a habit of spinning webs. Elvira manages to escape from
her, take her captive and they are now heading back to
Jeremy's lab, where our heroine hopes to grow up fast.
Elvira and the witches kids
by Mark S. Ogilvie
part 3
Uncle Frank
It is one of the great truths in life that the hunter
does not like to be hunted, the trapper does not like to be
trapped. Elvira knew this and kept a close watch over her
captive. The woman was taller than she was, though at this
point Elvira thought, who wasn't. Elvira herself estimated
her own height at about six inches. She had been babysitting
Jeremy and Helga Carrion when they had shrunk her. Well
first they had enslaved her by means of a magic feather,
then they shrunk her. She had escaped them only to run into
Aunt Petunia. The aunt was a multi-armed mutant who had her
own spiderweb. Caught in the web and tickled (amung other
things) nearly into submission (again) Elvira had turned the
tables on the woman. Now Petunia led her back toward
Jeremy's laboratory. Elvira was taking no chances, her
captive was thoroughly wrapped up in her own webbing. All
her arms were held tightly to her side and a thick strand
went around her neck. Elvira had also discovered the webbing
made good clothing. She had made a pair of bikini bottoms
and a halter from it. It wasn't great clothing, it was too
thin and transparent for that. Even in the dim light of the
tunnels her nipples could be seen almost poking through the
"fabric". Elvira was self conscious about her nipples, they
were of the large knobby variety. Also the tangle of soft
brown hair made a dark triangle in the briefs. Still it was
better than nothing. Elvira normally stood about five feet
five in her bare feet. Her body was compact, with wide hips
and slightly smaller than she would have liked breast. She
had soft brown hair that framed a gamin shaped face with
similar colored eyes.
"You'll never leave this house alive." Aunt Petunia
snarled over her shoulder.
"I've done ok so far. Well aside from being tickled,
striped, tickled again and getting licked in your web..."
"You liked that." Petunia insisted.
"I tolerated it." Elvira said, remembering the feel of
the mutated woman's arms (all of them) and tongue on her
body. She suppressed the thrill that went through body with
an effort. "Just remember if we don't get me big again your
going into the nearest bug zapper. How did you get this way
anyway?"
"I babysat the kids one weekend." Petunia muttered
bitterly.
Jeremy's lab was deep in the bowels of Carrion Mansion.
When she was full sized Elvira had reached it by a trap door.
Now she held on tightly as Petunia lowered them both to the
table. Elvira had freed one arm for the descent and a strand
of webbing had flown from it. Once on the table she tied up
the arm again and looked around. Before her was a sea of
test tubes and beakers. Over to the left she could see a
doll twice her size hooked up like Frankenstein on a table.
"Where is it?" she demanded, pulling on the leash.
"There." Petunia said, pointing toward a bottle
labeled: "Aqua Amplificare Potio, Instabilis "
Elvira frowned, the only word she recognized was aqua.
still if it was the only way. Tieing Aunt Petunia to a
Bunsen burner she climbed up the bottle and stuck her foot
into it.
Nothing happened.
"Are you sure this is the right stuff?"
"Of course it is, don't you read Latin?"
"No, but if I ever get out of here I'm going to learn."
Elvira muttered. Holding the neck of the bottle she lowered
herself in, took a deep breath and dunked. Instantly she
felt strange. The young girl panicked, realizing she could
hurt herself if she grew on the inside of the bottle. She
gave pull of her arms and suddenly found herself flying
through the air. The world dimmed, as if the lights in the
lab were suddenly snuffed out.
Then it was over and she was lying on the floor, full
sized. Even the web bikini had grown with her. Also she was
completely dry. Somewhat dizzily Elvira stood up. Then she
reached over and picked up the now tiny Aunt Petunia.
"One last question, how do I get out of here?"
"Take the first door on the left." Aunt Petunia said,
squirming.
"Good-bye then." Elvira said, putting her down and
picking the webbing off of her. "Have a nice life and all
that."
Petunia scrambled to the edge of the table and leaped,
casting her webline to the ceiling. She climbed swiftly was
soon out of reach.
"You better hope your never in my web again." she called
back, then was gone.
The first door on the left led to a set of stairs.
Elvira climbed them carefully, by now fully aware of the
traps in Carrion Mansion. The steps opened up to an upstairs
hallway that she actually recognized. It was the same
hallway she had found Helga in a few hours before. She
walked quickly but quietly, making it to her room. Stepping
inside she flicked on the light and closed the door. Locking
it securely she allowed herself a sigh of relief. The
guestroom Elvira was staying in was a large place. Fifty
feet square with twenty foot high ceilings. A four corner
canopy bed stood in the center of the room. Between two
floor to ceiling windows was a large ornate mirror. A set of
double doors led to the bathroom. The decor, like the rest
of the mansion screamed 18th century.
Elvira went over to the bathroom and turned on the
light. It was smaller than her room, but bigger than any
other bathroom she had seen. There was a raised bathtub,
toilet, sink and a mirror. In a closet she found towels,
soap and a scrubbing brush. Walking over to the bathroom she
was disappointed not to see a shower attachment. Elvira had
never been one for baths, but she needed to get the grime of
the past few hours off. Starting the water she tried to peel
off the web suit. True to it's nature the webbing stuck to
her hands soon tangling them. Frustrated she just stepped
into the tub, submerging herself in the warm water. It
worked and the webbing dissolved. Taking the scrubbing brush
she set to work.
"This has been a weird night." she said allowed. She
started to wash her pussy and jumped at the sensation. The
brush had felt like cold fire and she could feel her body
react. "Damn mutant!" Elvira swore, tossing the brush away.
She settled back, determined just to soak.
Elvira's sex life had never been too liberal. She had
tried sex, once without much success. The guy was on the
hockey team with her and it was his first time too. It
hadn't been bad, but it didn't live up to expectations.
Aside from that she and a girl from camp had once stayed out
in the woods after dark. Playing in a stream they had
tickled each other, even licked each other. That had been
better but still not that great.
It had only been after she had started baby-sitting that
Elvira had discovered the stranger sides of sex. Unknowingly
her hand drifted up to her breast and started to play with
the nipple. It seemed that all she ever got were the weird
kids of even weirder parents. Her other hand drifted between
her legs as she remembered the tickling fight she had lost on
her first job. Bud and Kelly had cornered her in Kelly's
room and tickled her to the bed. Kelly had rope waiting and
after that it was an all night struggle. Bud had been taken
out by Kelly early on, tied up in his own room. Then Kelly
had returned to her. Elvira kept stroking herself as she
remembered Kelly's skill.
Suddenly she heard a sound. A giggling sound. Sitting
up Elvira looked around, but saw nothing.
"Idiot." she scolded herself. She might have realized
that Jeremy would rig the place with cameras. Elvira
wondered why she was so horny all of a sudden. In the past
her fantasies had been romantic. Never had she remembered
any of her baby-sitting adventures with longing. Angry at
herself Elvira climbed out of the tub and reached for the
towel. It was gone. So were all the towels in the closet.
She stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Her
cloths were sill on the bed. Cautiously she walked over to
them. She heard that giggling again.
It wasn't a girlish giggle like Helga's. This was a low
chuckle, like a teenager. Slowly she reached for a shirt.
It moved away from her.
"What?" Elvira asked. She tried again and the shirt
again moved out of her reach. Elvira turned her back for a
moment, then whirled and dived, coming up with one of her
bras. The chuckling continued as she put it one. She made
another dive but this time the cloths were faster. They were
out of her reach and on the floor.
"Who's doing that?" Elvira shouted, looking around. "I
know there's someone in here."
"Very astute young woman." said a voice from nowhere.
Elvira kept very still, she knew he was invisible so looking
around for him would be useless. "The last few baby-sitters
took far longer to realize what was going on."
"Who are you?" Elvira asked, retreating toward the wall.
She tripped over something and lay on the floor.
"I'm Uncle Frank. Surely you've heard of me."
"Nope." Suddenly she felt something stroke her foot.
Laughing Elvira jerked it up. Something stroked the other
foot. Elvira skidded backward on the floor trying to avoid
the invisible feathers. She knew that's what they were, she
had been tickled enough lately to know a feather. The
feathers stopped working on her feet and suddenly under her
arms was attacked. Laughing wildly Elvira struck out with
her arms and legs, but missed. She rolled over on her
stomach, trying to get up and run. He tripped her again and
she felt a weight descend on her ankles. Laughing
hysterically Elvira writhed on the floor. First the feathers
concentrated on her sides. Try as she might she couldn't
squeeze her arms tight enough to her sides to stop them. Her
hair was brushed aside and the feather caressed the back of
her neck. After a while it moved down to the small of her
back. Elvira was by this time completely helpless. She just
laid there and laughed.
"You are really ticklish." Uncle Frank said. At least
your back is. Let's say we make a deal, you take of your bra
and roll over and I'll give you a few minutes to catch your
breath."
"No way." Elvira snarled.
"Suit yourself." With that he shifted position, sitting
on her back and bringing her feet up. The feather was
applied delicately and lovingly. Elvira pounded her hands on
the floor, desperately squirmed and twisted but got nowhere.
"All right!" she screeched.
With a chuckle Uncle Frank moved back to her ankles.
Elvira put both arms around, reaching for the bra snap.
Suddenly her wrist were grabbed and she felt soft leather
enclosing them. There was an audible; "click" and her arms
were securely bound behind her back.
"What gives?" Elvira protested.
"I lied." Frank said. Elvira found herself rolled over
and staring into nothing, though she could still feel his
weight on her legs. The front of her bra was grabbed and
pulled down until it formed a bustier. "Now lets see what
these nipples can do."
Elvira had no time to protest as the feathers went to
work. She couldn't see them but she felt them, delicately
touching the tips of her nipples. She laughed more than
before. She could feel her nipples getting hard, her breast
getting heavy. Moisture began to collect between her legs.
Without a word the tickling stopped and Elvira lay on
the floor panting for breath. Frank picked her up, half
carrying half pushing her over to the bed. There her legs
were pulled apart and securely fastened to the bedpost.
Elvira couldn't see the shackles, but she could feel the warm
fur encircling her ankles. The shackles gave a little bit,
but not much.
A sharp pain in her breast caught her attention. She
looked down to her nipples and saw them pressed inward.
"Not nipple clamps." Elvira moaned. She hated those,
had hated them ever since that flower girl and her number
friend had used them on her.
"Well something has to give a counterpoint to all the
pleasure I'm giving you." Frank said. Somehow he made that
sound reasonable. He left her alone for a few minutes,
giving the girl time to test her bonds. But they were
secure. She was helpless.
"Now are you ticklish here?" Frank asked. Elvira nearly
pulled her arms out of her sockets, as she felt the feather
run up her inner thigh. It slowly caressed her pussy,
driving her mad. She felt something push her vagina open and
the feather flick at the edges. She screamed as her senses
overloaded. Never had anything felt that good in her bush.
Not her hands, not a vibrator, nothing. The orgasm came
almost before she knew it. She surged up, feeling an
explosion of energy from the center of her womanhood. It
came as a wave and then slowly subsided.
As it subsided Elvira suddenly found herself seeing the
world as if a strobe light was on. She found her room
receding, the nipple clamps and shackles falling from her.
She lay on a field of fabric, taking deep breaths.
"Where did you go?" Frank called angrily.
Elvira didn't answer. Ignoring her body's need for rest
she ran to the edge of the bed and jumped. She was small
again, and the young girl could guess what caused it.
Landing on the floor she ran under the bed and leapt up into
the springs. There she hid while Uncle Frank searched for
her. He shouted, stomping around and pounding on the walls.
Finally the door opened and shut. Not being fooled Elvira
let it open and shut three more times before she felt safe.
Then she climbed on to the top of the bed again.
"Well, the last orgasm shrunk me, maybe another one
will make me grow." she said. Unfortunately her body
wouldn't respond. Try as she might the young girl could not
stimulate herself. Exchausted Elvira decided to rest a
while. If Uncle Frank didn't know where she was, hopefully
no one else would either. Crawling into a fold of the
blanket the young girl laid down and let herself drift off to
sleep.
End.
Will Elvira be able to grow again? Will this occur
everytime she has an orgasm? If so, will her boyfriends of
the future understand? Sooner or later we will find out the
answer to all these questions. And more.
Jeremy and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things
have not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic
feather to tickle her into submission. After escaping the
feather Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll.
Escaping from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt
Petunia. Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms
and a habit of spinning webs. Elvira manages to escape from
her, take her captive and they are now heading back to
Jeremy's lab, where our heroine hopes to grow up fast.
Elvira and the witches kids
by Mark S. Ogilvie
part 3
Uncle Frank
It is one of the great truths in life that the hunter
does not like to be hunted, the trapper does not like to be
trapped. Elvira knew this and kept a close watch over her
captive. The woman was taller than she was, though at this
point Elvira thought, who wasn't. Elvira herself estimated
her own height at about six inches. She had been babysitting
Jeremy and Helga Carrion when they had shrunk her. Well
first they had enslaved her by means of a magic feather,
then they shrunk her. She had escaped them only to run into
Aunt Petunia. The aunt was a multi-armed mutant who had her
own spiderweb. Caught in the web and tickled (amung other
things) nearly into submission (again) Elvira had turned the
tables on the woman. Now Petunia led her back toward
Jeremy's laboratory. Elvira was taking no chances, her
captive was thoroughly wrapped up in her own webbing. All
her arms were held tightly to her side and a thick strand
went around her neck. Elvira had also discovered the webbing
made good clothing. She had made a pair of bikini bottoms
and a halter from it. It wasn't great clothing, it was too
thin and transparent for that. Even in the dim light of the
tunnels her nipples could be seen almost poking through the
"fabric". Elvira was self conscious about her nipples, they
were of the large knobby variety. Also the tangle of soft
brown hair made a dark triangle in the briefs. Still it was
better than nothing. Elvira normally stood about five feet
five in her bare feet. Her body was compact, with wide hips
and slightly smaller than she would have liked breast. She
had soft brown hair that framed a gamin shaped face with
similar colored eyes.
"You'll never leave this house alive." Aunt Petunia
snarled over her shoulder.
"I've done ok so far. Well aside from being tickled,
striped, tickled again and getting licked in your web..."
"You liked that." Petunia insisted.
"I tolerated it." Elvira said, remembering the feel of
the mutated woman's arms (all of them) and tongue on her
body. She suppressed the thrill that went through body with
an effort. "Just remember if we don't get me big again your
going into the nearest bug zapper. How did you get this way
anyway?"
"I babysat the kids one weekend." Petunia muttered
bitterly.
Jeremy's lab was deep in the bowels of Carrion Mansion.
When she was full sized Elvira had reached it by a trap door.
Now she held on tightly as Petunia lowered them both to the
table. Elvira had freed one arm for the descent and a strand
of webbing had flown from it. Once on the table she tied up
the arm again and looked around. Before her was a sea of
test tubes and beakers. Over to the left she could see a
doll twice her size hooked up like Frankenstein on a table.
"Where is it?" she demanded, pulling on the leash.
"There." Petunia said, pointing toward a bottle
labeled: "Aqua Amplificare Potio, Instabilis "
Elvira frowned, the only word she recognized was aqua.
still if it was the only way. Tieing Aunt Petunia to a
Bunsen burner she climbed up the bottle and stuck her foot
into it.
Nothing happened.
"Are you sure this is the right stuff?"
"Of course it is, don't you read Latin?"
"No, but if I ever get out of here I'm going to learn."
Elvira muttered. Holding the neck of the bottle she lowered
herself in, took a deep breath and dunked. Instantly she
felt strange. The young girl panicked, realizing she could
hurt herself if she grew on the inside of the bottle. She
gave pull of her arms and suddenly found herself flying
through the air. The world dimmed, as if the lights in the
lab were suddenly snuffed out.
Then it was over and she was lying on the floor, full
sized. Even the web bikini had grown with her. Also she was
completely dry. Somewhat dizzily Elvira stood up. Then she
reached over and picked up the now tiny Aunt Petunia.
"One last question, how do I get out of here?"
"Take the first door on the left." Aunt Petunia said,
squirming.
"Good-bye then." Elvira said, putting her down and
picking the webbing off of her. "Have a nice life and all
that."
Petunia scrambled to the edge of the table and leaped,
casting her webline to the ceiling. She climbed swiftly was
soon out of reach.
"You better hope your never in my web again." she called
back, then was gone.
The first door on the left led to a set of stairs.
Elvira climbed them carefully, by now fully aware of the
traps in Carrion Mansion. The steps opened up to an upstairs
hallway that she actually recognized. It was the same
hallway she had found Helga in a few hours before. She
walked quickly but quietly, making it to her room. Stepping
inside she flicked on the light and closed the door. Locking
it securely she allowed herself a sigh of relief. The
guestroom Elvira was staying in was a large place. Fifty
feet square with twenty foot high ceilings. A four corner
canopy bed stood in the center of the room. Between two
floor to ceiling windows was a large ornate mirror. A set of
double doors led to the bathroom. The decor, like the rest
of the mansion screamed 18th century.
Elvira went over to the bathroom and turned on the
light. It was smaller than her room, but bigger than any
other bathroom she had seen. There was a raised bathtub,
toilet, sink and a mirror. In a closet she found towels,
soap and a scrubbing brush. Walking over to the bathroom she
was disappointed not to see a shower attachment. Elvira had
never been one for baths, but she needed to get the grime of
the past few hours off. Starting the water she tried to peel
off the web suit. True to it's nature the webbing stuck to
her hands soon tangling them. Frustrated she just stepped
into the tub, submerging herself in the warm water. It
worked and the webbing dissolved. Taking the scrubbing brush
she set to work.
"This has been a weird night." she said allowed. She
started to wash her pussy and jumped at the sensation. The
brush had felt like cold fire and she could feel her body
react. "Damn mutant!" Elvira swore, tossing the brush away.
She settled back, determined just to soak.
Elvira's sex life had never been too liberal. She had
tried sex, once without much success. The guy was on the
hockey team with her and it was his first time too. It
hadn't been bad, but it didn't live up to expectations.
Aside from that she and a girl from camp had once stayed out
in the woods after dark. Playing in a stream they had
tickled each other, even licked each other. That had been
better but still not that great.
It had only been after she had started baby-sitting that
Elvira had discovered the stranger sides of sex. Unknowingly
her hand drifted up to her breast and started to play with
the nipple. It seemed that all she ever got were the weird
kids of even weirder parents. Her other hand drifted between
her legs as she remembered the tickling fight she had lost on
her first job. Bud and Kelly had cornered her in Kelly's
room and tickled her to the bed. Kelly had rope waiting and
after that it was an all night struggle. Bud had been taken
out by Kelly early on, tied up in his own room. Then Kelly
had returned to her. Elvira kept stroking herself as she
remembered Kelly's skill.
Suddenly she heard a sound. A giggling sound. Sitting
up Elvira looked around, but saw nothing.
"Idiot." she scolded herself. She might have realized
that Jeremy would rig the place with cameras. Elvira
wondered why she was so horny all of a sudden. In the past
her fantasies had been romantic. Never had she remembered
any of her baby-sitting adventures with longing. Angry at
herself Elvira climbed out of the tub and reached for the
towel. It was gone. So were all the towels in the closet.
She stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Her
cloths were sill on the bed. Cautiously she walked over to
them. She heard that giggling again.
It wasn't a girlish giggle like Helga's. This was a low
chuckle, like a teenager. Slowly she reached for a shirt.
It moved away from her.
"What?" Elvira asked. She tried again and the shirt
again moved out of her reach. Elvira turned her back for a
moment, then whirled and dived, coming up with one of her
bras. The chuckling continued as she put it one. She made
another dive but this time the cloths were faster. They were
out of her reach and on the floor.
"Who's doing that?" Elvira shouted, looking around. "I
know there's someone in here."
"Very astute young woman." said a voice from nowhere.
Elvira kept very still, she knew he was invisible so looking
around for him would be useless. "The last few baby-sitters
took far longer to realize what was going on."
"Who are you?" Elvira asked, retreating toward the wall.
She tripped over something and lay on the floor.
"I'm Uncle Frank. Surely you've heard of me."
"Nope." Suddenly she felt something stroke her foot.
Laughing Elvira jerked it up. Something stroked the other
foot. Elvira skidded backward on the floor trying to avoid
the invisible feathers. She knew that's what they were, she
had been tickled enough lately to know a feather. The
feathers stopped working on her feet and suddenly under her
arms was attacked. Laughing wildly Elvira struck out with
her arms and legs, but missed. She rolled over on her
stomach, trying to get up and run. He tripped her again and
she felt a weight descend on her ankles. Laughing
hysterically Elvira writhed on the floor. First the feathers
concentrated on her sides. Try as she might she couldn't
squeeze her arms tight enough to her sides to stop them. Her
hair was brushed aside and the feather caressed the back of
her neck. After a while it moved down to the small of her
back. Elvira was by this time completely helpless. She just
laid there and laughed.
"You are really ticklish." Uncle Frank said. At least
your back is. Let's say we make a deal, you take of your bra
and roll over and I'll give you a few minutes to catch your
breath."
"No way." Elvira snarled.
"Suit yourself." With that he shifted position, sitting
on her back and bringing her feet up. The feather was
applied delicately and lovingly. Elvira pounded her hands on
the floor, desperately squirmed and twisted but got nowhere.
"All right!" she screeched.
With a chuckle Uncle Frank moved back to her ankles.
Elvira put both arms around, reaching for the bra snap.
Suddenly her wrist were grabbed and she felt soft leather
enclosing them. There was an audible; "click" and her arms
were securely bound behind her back.
"What gives?" Elvira protested.
"I lied." Frank said. Elvira found herself rolled over
and staring into nothing, though she could still feel his
weight on her legs. The front of her bra was grabbed and
pulled down until it formed a bustier. "Now lets see what
these nipples can do."
Elvira had no time to protest as the feathers went to
work. She couldn't see them but she felt them, delicately
touching the tips of her nipples. She laughed more than
before. She could feel her nipples getting hard, her breast
getting heavy. Moisture began to collect between her legs.
Without a word the tickling stopped and Elvira lay on
the floor panting for breath. Frank picked her up, half
carrying half pushing her over to the bed. There her legs
were pulled apart and securely fastened to the bedpost.
Elvira couldn't see the shackles, but she could feel the warm
fur encircling her ankles. The shackles gave a little bit,
but not much.
A sharp pain in her breast caught her attention. She
looked down to her nipples and saw them pressed inward.
"Not nipple clamps." Elvira moaned. She hated those,
had hated them ever since that flower girl and her number
friend had used them on her.
"Well something has to give a counterpoint to all the
pleasure I'm giving you." Frank said. Somehow he made that
sound reasonable. He left her alone for a few minutes,
giving the girl time to test her bonds. But they were
secure. She was helpless.
"Now are you ticklish here?" Frank asked. Elvira nearly
pulled her arms out of her sockets, as she felt the feather
run up her inner thigh. It slowly caressed her pussy,
driving her mad. She felt something push her vagina open and
the feather flick at the edges. She screamed as her senses
overloaded. Never had anything felt that good in her bush.
Not her hands, not a vibrator, nothing. The orgasm came
almost before she knew it. She surged up, feeling an
explosion of energy from the center of her womanhood. It
came as a wave and then slowly subsided.
As it subsided Elvira suddenly found herself seeing the
world as if a strobe light was on. She found her room
receding, the nipple clamps and shackles falling from her.
She lay on a field of fabric, taking deep breaths.
"Where did you go?" Frank called angrily.
Elvira didn't answer. Ignoring her body's need for rest
she ran to the edge of the bed and jumped. She was small
again, and the young girl could guess what caused it.
Landing on the floor she ran under the bed and leapt up into
the springs. There she hid while Uncle Frank searched for
her. He shouted, stomping around and pounding on the walls.
Finally the door opened and shut. Not being fooled Elvira
let it open and shut three more times before she felt safe.
Then she climbed on to the top of the bed again.
"Well, the last orgasm shrunk me, maybe another one
will make me grow." she said. Unfortunately her body
wouldn't respond. Try as she might the young girl could not
stimulate herself. Exchausted Elvira decided to rest a
while. If Uncle Frank didn't know where she was, hopefully
no one else would either. Crawling into a fold of the
blanket the young girl laid down and let herself drift off to
sleep.
End.
Will Elvira be able to grow again? Will this occur
everytime she has an orgasm? If so, will her boyfriends of
the future understand? Sooner or later we will find out the
answer to all these questions. And more.
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