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TDM #25
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. Skies are clear and the weather is warm. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 (cw: aphro/drugs) LIEs has once again partnered with a local coffee chain, Peek-A-Brew, to promote their summer menu and help play matchmaker among those in the program. Along with the usual goodie bag, each character will be handed a small slip of paper after Orientation with a date and time, location, and three fun facts about a mystery partner they're to meet for a coffee date. These "facts" may or may not actually be true — they're simply meant to spark conversation. For the duration of the 1-2 hours the pairs are expected to spend getting to know one another, they will receive unlimited free iced coffee, tea, and lemonade and a discount on any other menu items. Seasonal specials include fruity parfaits and popsicles in a variety of refreshing flavors. Naturally, all goods are spiked to make the consumers more agreeable, more truthful, and perhaps a bit more handsy than normal. Though the meetings are not mandatory, contact with the paper brings on an inexplicable sense of curiosity about meeting their partner and discovering who they really are. |
 (cw: aphro, temporary body changes) With summer heat building, the natives are looking for a reprieve from the sweltering weather. All manner of frozen treats are being sold and consumed and it's not uncommon to see Submissives fanning their Dominants as they walk down the street or ride the train. Sprinkler systems are running day and night in North Park and other city-owned patches of green and plenty of people are taking the opportunity to run and jump through the spray with little care for soaked clothing — or perhaps they aren't wearing clothing at all. Others have taken up squirting one another, as well as whoever is passing by, with water guns or hurling water balloons at anyone who looks like they need to cool down. Especially on the streets near the park, it's a wet and wild battle royale and all are welcome to join in. Getting hit with some of those colorful water balloons and squirt guns temporarily causes those who get splashed to taste like sweet, mouth-watering summer fruits. It's not just their skin either — the effect extends to their sweat, saliva, and even sexual fluids and can last for several hours. Those around them will find it hard to resist having a taste. |
 (cw: violence, public nudity/exposure) If you're out on the streets of the Down, it's not just your wallet you have to worry about losing. It seems that one of the local gangs, the Bulldogs, has set a new test for their junior members and those hoping to join: steal an article of clothing right off the body of someone in a public place. From snatching the hat off their head to slicing the shirt off their back, it's anything goes! These junior initiates quickly get competitive, one-upping each other on who can complete the task in the most ballsy or outrageous manner. Some compete over who can collect the most clothing, either certain articles or overall, or who can score a full set first. As word spreads and more people are going around suddenly missing part of their outfits, the Sparrows, a rival gang, decide to get in on the action purely for bragging rights. Rather than taking the clothing by force, they pride themselves on using stealth and trickery, leaving more than a few people naked and confused. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character is more of an optimist, they are a Submissive. If your character is more of a pessimist, they are a Dominant. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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Gratitude, though, sits in him still. He'll probably speak it later but it remains in his expression now, a significant look at Chris before he settles back again, inhales deeply, then exhales slowly as instructed, willing the tension out of himself. It's a skill he's never really mastered but it helps somewhat to imagine himself willing, ready to receive here on the bed, but with no concerns of who would be disappointed in him for it, or feel betrayed or annoyed that he's indulging instead of doing as he should and arranging things for himself.
He exhales again, trying to breathe that worry and tightness from his chest, the tension from his stomach, and inhale the scent of leather and clean sheets. He feels safer now, with this structure. He always knew Chris wouldn't do anything to intentionally cross any lines Hawke doesn't want him too and moreover he has his magic to easily break free if ever necessary, but a guideline clearly sateted and Chris' serious gaze does more to make him feel that this was the right choice than anything else the younger man could have done.
"I'm ready," he says low, hearing the vulnerability in his own voice and sincerely not minding that it's there.
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When he's finished with the cuffs, he goes for the red ropes, silken and soft enough to leave minimal abrasions, but enough with movement. He feeds one end through the ring of othe cuff on one of Hawke's ankles and the other end through the metal loop he opens from it's place inlaid in the frame, then ties the ends with a tight knot once Hawke'd leg is pulled out towards the edge of the bed, nearly taught. In nearly no time, the other leg gets the same treatment with a new rope.
Chris strips off his boots, but leaves the rest as he settles between Hawke's legs on the bed. "You're already looking so lovely, Hawke...a sculpture nearly finished, but still to rough to be called done. Let's fix that, shall we?"
The last rope is long and he pulls a knife whose blade is clearly shaped like a feather when he flicks it open, and uses it to cut the rope in half. The knife vanishes back into his pocket just as swiftly so he can return focus to Hawke's wrists. "That dagger will be used to cut the ropes from the bed in the case you use your safeword, but it'll stay where it's at otherwise." There was no threat of pain or bloodplay here, even without what he remembered Hawke mentioning of blood magic. That sort of play required far more lead up and discussion.
He slides the rope through the ring on one wrist, slips it under one of Hawke's very nice thighs more than once, then ties it back to the other end. By the time Chris is through, every one of Hawke's limbs is bound with minimal movement intended, though he can still technically sit up if he desired. For now.
"Take another breath, Hawke. Take stock. How are you feeling? Any unease? Anything pulling wrong? Discomfort beyond the design...tell me fully and honestly, I will be displeased with anything less."
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Or, well, the off from center that finds excitement in being bound. There's something meditative about the ropes, just enough slide to be comfortable but a bit of scratch to undermine it. The rings at the side of the bed clack with metal on wood if he moves enough and he can't bring his feet together at all. He's at the mercy of Chris' whims and the reality of it leads Hawke to pant and swallow, the next exhale far more shuddery than the last.
So much for slowing his pulse.
"It's good. Nothing too uncomfortable or comfortable either." It's perfect
He curls and uncurls his fingers, testing the bonds again just for the clacking noise of the rings against the bed when he fails to move very far. He feels there should be something else he's doing, some more active role to take, but this prevents it, as is the goal, and he's bound (ha) and determined to try and convince himself that its alright. This is all that he should be doing right now. Figural and posed for Chris' pleasure in his bed.
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"There you are. A pretty picture...I've only left to decide what to do with your collar." He pulls the small bottle of lube out of his other pocket and puts some into his hand as he offers his idle wonderings. Chris smears it between his palms, then takes Hawke in hand to stroke and pump his length with seemingly no real attention paid otherwise.
"Could tie it up to the frame above us, or back to the headboard....could leave it free for my fingers to pull as I like....next time, I'll have a set of those clamps with the chain, I think. You'd look good in such delicate chains..."
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"Do you think so? I don't often wear delicate things..." He's not trying for witty repartee or to undermine Chris for the fun of whatever punishment that might bring, he just earnestly has never thought of himself in anything delicate. His jewelry choices when he wears it at all is usually leather cord and wrought metal, nothing fine or dainty. Unfortunately, it does distract him so that he doesn't answer the issue at hand about the collar. Not that it was a question.
He looks up at Chris, lifting his shoulders slightly and that's enough to shift the sash again and send a shudder through him, pulling a heavy pant and pleasured groan as he settles back again. It's all he can do and while a great deal of him feels there's a wrongness in that, its one he'll revel in instead of fight.
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He gives a squeeze along the length and tip of Hawke's cock as he moves to stand off the bed. "You're comfortable, right? Stay put a moment." Not that Hawke had much choice in the matter, but Chris would always implement a little control play. Besides, he needed something.
He goes back to the table and retrieves a metal leash, the handle of which he unhooks as he returns to the bed and climbs back on it. His tight pants certainly do little to keep the bulge of his own cock hidden, but he seems unperturbed as he stretches up to wrap the handle around the loop at the top of the frame above Hawke, then kneels again to latch the other end to Hawke's collar, though it leaves the mage needing to arc up a bit off the bed.
Chris looks him over and nods a bit to himself. "There you are..." His hand finally moves back towards Hawke's length, but only to run a finger up the side. "Nearly have you set for me, lovely...tempted to just fuck you senseless now, but maybe we'll play a little longer."
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He's snapped out of his thoughts by Chris' sudden squeeze and then exit from the bed, pulling a sharp intake of breath and a bit of a smirk at what he takes as a joke from Chris in telling him to stay put. He likes it though, it sends a small thrill through him knowing that unless he flexes his magic or uses his safeword, he can't move. He's bound and held there comfortably, yes, but helplessly.
He notes the silhouette of Chris' own desire through his pants as he moves back and has to let out a long breath, trying to center himself, trying to make this last. It could easily not, with how the chafe of the rope and the rattle of the rings in the bed go straight to his cock. He tries not to imagine just how much more heady the sensation when there's pressure, when Chris bares down on him or pushes into him and he feels those ropes in earnest, shifting and tightening as he's rocked towards the head of the bed and--
No, no, soon enough. He closes his eyes and takes a deep and shuddering breath that turns into a moan just this side of a whimper when he opens his eyes quickly enough to catch Chris leaned over him to help him lift his shoulders just enough to latch the leash to the ring on the collar. When the other man pulls away, Hawke is left partially suspended, the length of the leash just shy of allowing his upper back and head to rest against the mattress, instead held aloft with the pressure of the collar at the back of his neck. It's not comfortable and its perfect in that slight discomfort, especially as he forces himself to bend up just a little to see Chris looking him over, abs tight as they're the only help he has to move at all. The chain jangles and he shudders, dropping back as Chris speaks so dirty to him and runs that teasing finger up his very hard and slicked length.
He swallows, hard and nearly audible. "Y-yes. To either, yes. I want-"
That's it, he thinks. He wants. He wants more. He wants to be fucked within an inch of his life and have the marks for days, he wants loving attention to his entire body, he wants to be left hung and wanting for just a while longer while Chris murmurs sweet and dirty things to him, threats and promises. He just wants and he doesn't know what to do with that feeling but its deliciously overwhelming and starting to drown everything else out.
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"I'm proud of you." He offers softly to Hawke's skin and trails kisses down the long scar on his chest. A few more are peppered along the scar on Hawke's stomach and then lower to his abdomen.
He sits up again and retrieves the lube to coat his fingers this time. "We'll take our time, then. Just as you like." Exactly how long Hawke would like, Chris quietly decides, and reaches over between Hawke's delightfully spread legs to gently trace his fingers at the mage's entrance.
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"I'm proud of you," the murmured words make him close his eyes, making him take a shuddering breath and that warmth becomes a tightness in his chest as well, loosening slightly with gentle kisses to his chest and stomach and inexorably downward. He's not sure if he's displeased or relieved when Chris pulls his mouth away, pulls away those words, but he doesn't have the wherewithal to examine that either, nor the slight wetness he feels on one cheek. His mind is occupied, like his body, and that's all that matters just now.
He bites his lower lip and shifts in what little ways he can as Chris teases him ever so lightly, building anticipation, making Hawke's cock twitch with want and his breathing shallow in need. "Please," he murmurs into the air, "please."
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"Oh, darling...whatever you want." His warning before he presses two fingers into Hawke. He said slowly, but Hawke was asking so nicely, he could be afforded two to start. Besides, it gave him ample opportunity to not only press those fingers all the way in to the last knuckle, but to spread them again as he pulled out. Chris takes up a steady pace of deep press into his friend and a slow, spreading stretch back out, his wrist turning and working the lovely body before him to get him ready for something bigger.
"You've never had my cock before, handsome. Always ridden yours and -while I'm looking forward to doing it again now that we can- more than that I want to fuck you like you deserve. Every time you've made my thighs shake with my orgasm, every time you've had me arching and moaning because you've pressed inside me...I'll pay you back, lovely."
He leans in to kiss Wolfe's cock.
"I'm going to fill you up so thoroughly, I expect to hear you howl."
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"Fuck. Yes. I want that." His voice sounds thin and reedy to his own ears even as it rumbles in his chest between panting breaths. He lets out an almost whimpered 'oh' as Chris kisses his cock and it jolts in response almost on its own, quivering and starting to drip. He's never been so brazen, he's never one to beg or even ask, just arrange things as he likes and give what his partner needs or wants. But bound and displayed with Chris so patiently stretching him and the pressure against his neck and the soreness already working its way into his abs for the tilt of the suspension attached to his collar all has freed his focused from what he would normally have shame over and instead he simply speaks his mind. No filters, no shame.
"I want you to fuck me hard and dripping, Chris." He wets his lips, mouth dry from the admission but forging ahead regardless, taking a deep enough breath that his chest rises noticeably. "I want to forget I even have a use other than this. I want to feel it for days."
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He's usually better at teasing, much better...but he rationalizes the words as begging and begging should be rewarded.
"I'll give that to you, lovely. You'll know the feel of me stretching you and the feel of my spend slipping down your legs and ass. There'll be no healing for you when I'm done, not when I need your body to remember how mine feels."
He leans down to take Hawke's cock into his mouth, tongue wasting no time to swirl around the length and up towards the tip to suck and slip into that slit at the top as the mood takes him.
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More gorgeous words, more promises that fill his chest and bate his breath and keep him dripping and ready. As soon as Chris' mouth is occupied with other uses, the rings that hold Hawke down jangle with the forced of the shudder it puts through him. He swallows and gasps, whispers hoarse moans and epithets around the sound of Chris' mouth at his work, sucking and teasing, stoking that warmth that's been building in his belly and lower. "I-I'm... fuck, Chris, please."
He doesn't know if he's begging to come or to last longer.
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There's a moment he stays like that, holding the tip of Hawke's cock in the tight grasp of his throat, but he doesn't want Hawke to come yet...so his hand comes up to grip under his lips as he pulls off him, the pressure tight around Hawke's cock to keep him from coming too soon. Chris' lips pop satisfyingly off the head of his friend's length and he admires the slick look of him a moment.
"You've been so good for me, lovely. I'll give you what you want...what you deserve." Chris shifts forward and settles between his spread legs. He's teased enough for now and Hawke did say please, so some pity is in order. If only some. He takes hold of himself and presses at Hawke's entrance. The tip of Chris' length slowly pushes through that tight ring of muscle as the cleric's other hand wraps around the mage's hip.
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So much so that it takes until Chris is pushing into him actively to realize the plan and as if on instinct he utilizes the incredibly limited amount of movement he has to shift his hips just so slightly more upward to take him in. He takes in a hard breath, almost euphoric as he starts to feel the press of Chris' girth in earnest.
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He offers it sweetly, like candied words as he adjusts his hold to curl under Hawke's thighs and grip his hips in earnest to hold him up, suspended lightly between Chris' body and the collar.
The first few rolls of his hips are slow, testing the glide of him pulling out enough just to bury deep again, but his pace quickens soon enough. Rhythmic rocking not intended to be anything too rough, not yet...but not especially slow either.
"Mmm...There you are....what do you think, Wolfe? I bet I could keep you like this for a while yet, a slow build to tease it out, drive you a little mad with need?"
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"Flames, Chris, the things you s-say. I could come on that alone." He breathes thinly, keening and wanting as the heat builds in him with terrible speed. "But d-don't stop. M-Maker save you, please don't stop."
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He applies it now, his grip tightening as he aims for depth rather than steady rhythm to continue that teasing sensation of not quite enough. His hips slap against Hawke's enticing ass, aiming to bruise. "Stop? How could I stop when you're spread and stretched so perfect? Barely a a couple hours after seeing me again...and you just had to spread your legs for me...so good like that. I'll fill you up as I know you need, Hawke. I'll take my pleasure of you." He breathes sharply, grin edging into feral as he looks down at his friend. "And you, handsome thing, lay there and take every bit I give you."
He ends with a thrust that pairs with the magical strength boost to drive as deep as he can. Barely a breath later, the speed boost kicks in as well and Chris' pace turns relentless, words traded for harsh breaths and pleased groans as he sets a bruising pace.
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"Chris!"
When he comes, it rolls upon him suddenly. Tremors wrack his body and he clenches hard, his spend making a mess of the both of them as he he can do nothing but ride it out, gasping for breath in the intensity of release.
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It comes upon him all at once, his hips turning to desperate grinds of pressure barely a minute after his friend and the cleric curls over him, his arms sweeping up to cradle Hawke's back as he spills inside of him. He isn't thinking, only feeling and what he's feeling is far too much all at once. Chris leans over and digs his teeth into the meat of Hawke's chest, the bite quickly followed by a harsh sucking motion a Chris marks his friend.
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His helpless moan at that turns to a throaty groan and harsh suck of breath, Chris's teeth leaving their mark on him and causing him to buck insatiably, potentially dislodging Chris' softening length still within him. His mind is a haze of pain and pleasure, need and satisfaction, but teetering at the edge of something dark. It's such a big feeling all at once in his unraveled state that he can't articulate anything at all. Just a wordless needy sound, a rattle of restraints, and what little movement he can make spent on curling his head in against Chris' cheek.
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"I've got you, lovely, just one second more." He unlatches the collar from around Hawke's throat and leaves it to hang there as his attention shifts to the bindings themselves. The knife he'd kept nearby makes quick work of the ropes at key points to have them fall away. He brushes them back from Hawke's skin to fix later and sets the knife aside so he can dedicate his hands to working the muscles of his friend's legs as he stretches the limbs out on either side of him. Hawke's arms receive similar treatment as Chris works the blood back into them.
"Here you, handsome, you were so perfect, Wolfe, you did wonderfully. I've got you now, you're safe. I'm going to set your limbs to rest and then hold you for a moment. Then we're going to get some water into you and clean up, alright? All you need to do is lie here for me."
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"This... This first. Please." A whisper this time, almost shy and so unlike Hawke on the surface but the very essence of him in other ways. He lives for this, he knows it himself, though he's only really shown it two a fair few others and none else still in Duplicity. He hides his face against Chris' cheek as he pulls the younger man close, hoping the heat of it doesn't give away the shyness that's crept to wrap itself up in the satisfaction of what came before.
"Thank you."
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Chris curls tight around Hawke, one arm dedicated to keeping his friend pressed close while the other wraps tight around his back, but dedicates his fingers to brushing through sweat-soaked hair at the base of Hawke's neck.
"Anytime, Wolfe...I've got you. I'm here for you. You don't need to do anything but exist with me right now."
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Barely a a couple hours after seeing me again...and you just had to spread your legs for me.
But it's not that he's fallen to hungry depravity immediately on his return. If he had, he would hardly feel embarrassment for it. It's that it's Chris. That he trusts Chris with this that he could hardly manage to trust anyone else with. That Chris takes that seriously, knows him well enough to know where the difficulties lie and moves so fluidly around them as if - or because - his relationship with Hawke is familiar and comfortable ground to tread. Chris feels safe.
Hawke's next breath is a soft and shuddering sound, a bit wet around the edges, and he keeps his face firmly planted against Chris' cheek and neck so the younger man can't yet get a good look at him. "Sorry. That was more intense than I usually..."
He swallows, barely resisting the urge to apologize again, not noticing he already has. "I just need... to pull myself together..."
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