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Think back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.

I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"

It was hours before I worked out what was going on.

So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.

* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.

(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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How on earth...?
My mate's mum ran a horse riding holiday school and each week she'd have ten new nubile young girls with strong thighs visiting - away from their parents for the first time that summer. How could I not lose my virginity? We planned a secret woodland camping adventure over the course of a week - although we still managed to end up with four boys and only three equestrian beauties. But luckily one of them took a shine to me - and to my surprise she was quite fit. Brilliant. Much alcohol was consumed and soon we found ourselves making our way into the tent. And this, dear reader, is the where the lesson begins. Never pitch your tent on an incline. We ended up fumbling frantically in the dark but with our feet slightly higher than our head and that, combined with the bottle of vodka, was our undoing. I managed to make it to second base but that was as far as it went. Soon she was chucking up her guts outside the tent and it wasn't for another couple of years until I managed to say I had truly become a man.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 23:41, Reply)
A party story
When I get nervous I have performance problems. I finally find a girl who wants to do naughty things to me, with no strings attached, at a party. I don't know her, so I'm not nervous. After a bit of frottaging (look it up) and attempted fingering, I suggest we go upstairs. She tells me she's got aunt Flo round. That would explain the attempted fingering.

Still, when she finally came she sounded like a wildebeast, so I'm not complaining.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 23:17, Reply)
This QOTW is proving rather cathartic, I´ve just remembered another one...

Sixth-Form leavers´ ball, had kissed a lass called Janet a few weeks before in a club in town and lo and behold she was there at this ball (went to an all-boys school so had a joint ball with the local all-girls school). Much drunken kissing (including her kissing another girl from her class) led to us arranging to meet the following week... we met in town, she took me back to her house, took me to her bedroom and....

....we just kissed coz I didn´t want to "push things" - only a week later did the realisation dawn that she must have been gagging for it.

But don´t really regret that either.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 22:06, Reply)
Camping holiday near a beach in Scotland when I was a fresh-faced 15yr-old. At that stage I was still more interested in football than anything else. TWO girls asked me if I´d like to go skinny dipping with them further up the coast...

... I said no because I was playing football.

Strangely enough I don´t regret that, I´m glad I waited for someone I really loved (despite said love of my life really messing me up in the end - see below)
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 21:54, Reply)
6 Years!
One of the blokes I shared a flat with at uni was about the most unlucky person I've ever known in my whole life (Typical event: Goes on holiday falls into an empty swimming pool on the first day and broke his leg)
Since the age of 14 (he was at this point 20) he had been seeing a devoutly religious girl who didn't believe in sex before marriage (Or any other kind of funny business short of dry kisses). He it must be said was not and had been dutifully waiting 6 years to get his leg over on his wedding day.
Twice a week he would drive 2 hours from our halls to his GFs house spend a couple of chaperoned hours and then drive home again (She never visited us once heaven forbid she would go to a house full of single men).
So anyway after 6 years of blue balls and unconvincing claims in the union bar that he thought waiting for true love was very noble he comes back one day and says
"It's over..."
I say "Shit, what happened?"
"She was sleeping with someone else behind my back"
"Bloody hell mate, I'm sorry how long has this been going on?"
"She says she met him a couple of weeks ago"
My reply was essentially "!!!?!?!?!?!??!??!!?!!"

(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 21:27, Reply)
Friend of mine...
At college, I know one of those people who always has a story about anything, 'sex' came up one drama lesson - first times in particular.

His then girlfriend lived in a roughish part of Cheltenham (if there's such a thing?).
Just about to get down to business.... when the police raided her house.
Turns out her dad was the drug kingpin of Cheltenham (if there's such a thing?).
He got his trousers up and flumped on the bed just in time to avoid being humiliated by 3 large "SWAT" men clearing the room.

Apparently his girlfriend left him as he could testify against her dad... any excuse.

Length? like a nightstick
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 21:27, Reply)
I'd managed to repress this until today...
I had to lose mine; I was 21 and I nicknamed 'Virgil' at uni after I'd confided in a mate of my predicament.
First proper GF, who, for the purpose of this story, I will call Janet (as was her name). 18, pert and very stunning. I'd already been bollocked by a mate of mine, the worldly-wise, shag-anything-that-moved, Roger for not taking the hint when I'd been at her place, sans parents, and she'd asked, cheekily, whether I wanted to dry her back after a shower and I'd taken it as a joke.
Six months in to our 'relationship' the time was right. It was in my parents bed, things were stirring, her stockinged thighs needed very little teasing open and i was ready to do the business.
Thing was, I didn't have a cocking clue what to do. I knew the theory, I just didn't wasn't sure about the practice. There was a bit of fumbling (she didn't know what she was doing either), a slightly odd, slightly painful sensation and then I gave up. Obviously hiding her pissed-offedness, she said it was okay and that we could try again later. Six months later, the poor girl was still waiting (I was terrified) and promptly dumped me, two days before our first 12 months together for maximum effect. With hindsight I can't really blame her.
Serveral girlfriends afterwards I couldn't work up the bottle for any of them and thought I would die a virgin.
Then I met a lass a few years older than me, separated from husband and in need of some ugly-bumping. Afterwards, i wondered why something so 'easy' had filled me with so much dread. You couldn't stop me after that, even though some mates tried, especially whilst drunk I took a fat bird home. But that's for another QOTW

Apologies for lack of girth (if you're listening Janet!)
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 21:11, Reply)
When i left school
My friend had a party. lots of booze, cheap booze at that.

I brought 2 bottles of some shite called "Scotsmac", i remember it actually being quite nice, but i was pretty much an alcohol n00b back then.

So anyway, I go up to my friends sisters friend, and whilst acting like james bond (at least, in my scotsmac drunken state i was, in hindsight i was a drooling lemon) i asked her if she was seeing anyone.

The reply was "no" with a little smile at me.

so i returned with "bit of a bugger that, aint it" then stumbled off a bit miffed.

You see, i forgot what question i asked her, and though i'd asked her if she was single.

Wasn't until i was in the other room that i realised what i'd actually asked her and proceeded to bang my head on the door. the damage had been done, there was no comeback. :(
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 20:25, Reply)
Not too long ago me and my mates headed to a beerfest at a nearby uni. Well, our clique is more of a mixed party were you have your virgins and non virgins, your Dirty Harrys and your James Bonds, two idiots (one of them looks like Sanford from Sandford and Son), a skateborder, two hardcore musical instrument prodigies and we even have a "ghetto" type. He's actually really beyond cool as he can "rack" (steal) anything from anywhere with relative ease (he racked me a $299 blazer from a shit snobby department store!).

So lo and behold: it was seven of us, and three of the seven were cherries. We arrive at the little shin dig already pre-partied. I.e. various substances had already been taken in by our human vessels. Once inside we procedeed to scout the flat for booze and broads. The party dj was playing plenty of New Wave favorites (Anything Box, New Order and Depechemode were a must) and some Spanish Ska.

Our group of 7 setteled into were the kitchen began and above all nearest to the alcohol. Feeling the buzz of the party I eyeballed and asked a blonde girl to dance to New Order's "Age of Consent". We danced and I introduced the rest of myself and my friends. Turns out she was the hostess of this well placed social.

The hours pass and one of my (virgin) friends has taken a liking to this girl. I wouldn't blame him, she had the bluest of eyes and the prettiest of smiles with a hint of that hot Russian model charm. So they talk and talk and chat and laugh. Another of my mates (non-virgin, Dirty Harry type) too took a liking to this girl who we shall re-name Rita.

And I could see it in Virgin's eyes, he wanted to loose it that night. He wanted to take her away from the commotion of the party to her bedroom and make love to the pretty lady. Dirty Harry on the other hand eyeballed her tits, he wanted to take her up the wrong one in her bedroom to add one to his tally.

And me? Being the smooth bastard that I am, I wanted to ruin the whole thing for everyone. I did after all, present her to the group and took the task of dancing with her. And so Virgin and Harry took it uppon themseleves to battle each other and out-do one another for Rita's bed rights. I saw to it diffrently. Getting rid of Harry was easy, I told him to go for a beer run. In his little world, Harry believed that this was a gallant act enough to win an entrance into Rita.

Now Virgin was something else. I told him if he noticed what Harry was doing. I told him how Harry was not going for beer, he was going for some Champagne and Condoms to take Rita away from him. I told him he only had half an hour at the most to take Rita to bed before Harry came back. Virgin does not hold well under pressure. And so, Virgin began to follow Rita everywhere she'd go. It was more creepy for her than it was seductive to him. Throughout the course I kept a steady conversation with Rita. She eventually seemed to want and get rid of Virgin. But who would save her? HA! I swooped down on her like the horny Nuns on Sir Galahad the Chaste to save her! HAR HAR!

Well it was more like I told her that I needed to take a nap for I had to work the follwing morning. She took me to her bedroom where I began to snog with her. She didn't stop me. Nor did I want to stop. I slipped my hands down to her promised land and well that was the story on how Virgin is still a virgin.

This QOTW is about virgins and not loosing it. Not about me and the dirty things I was planning to do with the woman with my logness.

(Edit: Fine. She ended up leaving me in her room before some hot sex arose, she stated that she had party guests to attend to. But she would be back for me later. I got fed up waiting and left. She ended up going with Harry because I had left. I later asked him how my cock had tasted second hand.)
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 20:13, Reply)
All hope is lost!
Twas the day of Fri in the good town of my abode, when two of my workmates (Borris & Henry, let's call them for this story to protect the innocent) inform me of a plan to go out and take our Fred, as it's his birthday.
Now the thing about Fred is he has never got laid in his thirty-something years of his lonely existence, but it’s not for lack of wanting – oh no no no! He’s got porn screensavers, desktop-background, calendar, and even a novelty drinks-mat in the shape of a clit. The problem is that frankly (and, to use a Blackadder quote), he’s wetter than a haddock's bathing costume, and finds talking to women utterly frightening!
I could go on about Fred, and how some of the girls wind him up with fake “dates” etc, but I better not. That’s enough about Fred for now.

So, back to the story again, and we take him out on the town as he’s essentially a good lad, and we like him. The night goes well, and we slowly transform from lowly IT guys into our ninja callings for the night as the pints go down, as is the case every Friday/Saturday, and the conversation gets louder & louder.
After the conversation gets to a certain level of laddishness (mostly sharing experiences of various carnal acts with various women using a/some/none tools to do the job), and we notice the conversation is getting randier and randier (Fred inputting the least here). Suddenly, a light-bulb turns on above Borris’s head – “let’s get Fred laid for the first time ever!”. “Genius!” says we, and offer to pay for it too.

The thing is, we needed a sure winner for Fred – nothing else was satisfactory, as even the most liberal of meat-markets was still nowhere near a guaranteed win for our Fred. Nay, we needed a whore-house and nothing short of it.

As it happened, there was one but 20 mins taxi-ride away in an area that had quite an active night-life anyway should he falter at the last moment, so off we went. We get to this place (not openly a whore-house, but pretty blatantly), and the deal is basically that you go into this bar area with music, dark lighting etc, and you pick one of the ladies that just “happened to be there, with no-one else”. There’s basically no-one else there, other than customers & ‘vendors’ (not sure that’s the word, but still)
Now, we get in this place, and fuck me – all the ladies there are stunning and looking very dangerous. Stunning latinos mainly, dressed in small low-cut black dresses. If you pulled one of these honeys on a normal night, you’d think you’ve won the world cup, so suddenly, everyone’s up for some action tonight, not just Fred any more.

So anyway, we wait, and it doesn’t take too long before (completely unexpectedly), we surrounded by a pack of the finest ass Spain has to offer – and one by one the boys start talking to one of them, and they disappear to get their brains fucked out. Even Fred.

Now, I hasten to point out, that at this point, that on principal I don’t pay for sex, so I didn’t join in the preceding events (honest), but I was willing to wait around to see how Fred fared out of sheer curiosity. At this point I disappeared to the bar, chatted a bit to the barman, and fucked off home.

Next day at work, and we’re all discussing the previous Friday’s activities. “How was it?” asks I. “Very good” replies he, and procedes to give me way too much info about ‘how good it was’.

The crux of this story is basically the preceding conversation:
Me: “What about you, Fred?”
Fred: “Yeah, it was allright.”
Borris: “What? Allright? We paid €90 for that bird, and it was just ‘allright’?”.
Me: “Was she any good?”
Fred: “Dunno”
Borris: “Don’t know? What the fuck were you doing in there? Playing chess?!”
Fred: “Well, nothing really. Just talking”


It turns out he got too nervous and couldn’t do it, so just chatted.
She was only too willing to oblige as she was only on €90 for two hours either way.

Yes, that’s right, a fucking 90 euro-an-hour chat was all he managed. On our bill too. There is no hope for Fred.

Length? She never saw an inch.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 20:06, Reply)
It was filthy!
*** Edit: Answer, typed while I was pished last night, removed to avoid scaring the horses. And my mum.***

Maybe a good QOTW would be: "What inappropriate answer did you give for a QOTW, while under the influence?". Kind of a meta-QOTW...
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 20:03, Reply)
i used to be a spotty virgin.

then i discovered clearasil
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:55, Reply)
The first chance I had to lose mine
was back when I was 14. I had been with this girl for about 6 weeks and we were both up for it. The only problem was, I didn't know where to get any condoms from and I was far too embarrassed to ask anyone. Therefore nothing happened. I did shag her a few years later though, after a bit too much drink.

When I actually did lose my virginity it was an even bigger shambles. I was so nervous I began to lose my erection, and as a result the condom slipped off without either of us noticing, leading to three weeks of panicky waiting to see if I was going to be a Dad. I've had lots of good sex after that, but that has haunted me ever since.

The first time is always the worst.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:50, Reply)
last week
i was at an 18 and unders night walking around with a sign that said
FREE SEX and nothin happened. till i threw the sign in the bin and
the lead guitarist of the band shouted out while they were packin up
"hey were's the free sex sign girl gone"


oh well there's always next week.

(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:48, Reply)
The good old days
Im new.

Anyway. Picture the scene.
A horribly nasty red carpet covered in chewing gum and rough chipped stone walls. The school lecture theater. It was the beginning of Year 11.
Every boy in the year bragging about their loss of shackles. Even the ugly ginger prick had done 'it'!
Then me and my mates, the only 3 in the year not to have done 'it', (still wondering why they called a quick shag 'it') picking on the little kids that walked past to get the registers. Excellent for frustration.

About a month in and it turns out this fit girl liked me, had done since year 7. When i say fit, i mean, it wasnt ugly but a bit fat. I didnt care, i still dont, it got me resepct.

We started courting afew days later, after a couple of weeks, it was time, her parents had gone to tenerife, yet again(rich bitch). So few school days later and lying to the parents I arrived at Chelsea's house. The night was young, 2 wanks and a long shower was all it took for me to be ready, Unfortunately, it took her an extra half hour. Sat lonely in her living room with nothing for company except family photos and the glaring eyes of her policeman father. She came down, i thought 'why the effort and nice clothes if there not gonna be on for long?'.
We had afew drinks, alcopops, brilliant for young teenage lads. She was off, rubbing places id never cared to notice on a girl before, so i did the gentlemanly things and replaced her hands with my own, upstsairs we struggled, clothes came off along with the lining of her stomach, now all over my chest with her tea.

suffice to say, no one knew the truth, everyone thought we shagged, all the pricks from the beginning of the year came to me for advice about 'it'. hey i was 15, I dont care, couple of weeks later it was my place and no drinks.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:42, Reply)
Mr Fork
At last year's Glastonbury, I was watching Razorlight, with, naturally, a wooden fork stuck into my hat. Having drawn a lovely little smiley face on it, it was then christened 'Mr Fork' - for obvious reasons.

So I was attracting quite a bit of attention, from a couple of girls, they were trying to get their photo taken with Mr Fork (and, in hindsight, me), and I, having been imbibing Kronenbourg since about 10am was a little the worse for wear. So when one attractive lass asked me my name, rather than try it on, i told her 'I lost my name'.
I reckon she was up for it.
I certainly would have been.

So there you go, not as long as some, not as good as some, but it's all I've got.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:25, Reply)
Far too many opportunities to mention
and with that my B3ta cherry goes.

The first time is never a long one.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:19, Reply)
More times than I can tell...
Me: 21 years old, female, engaged to:
Fiance: 21 years old, male.

Both: virgin

Wedding date: Summer 2007

We've been going out for three years. The chances we've had to lose our virginity are too many to mention. But we've stuck them out, and will continue to do so until we're married. Sure, it's hard, but I for one prefer to be in control of my sexuality, and not vice-versa. And imagine the wedding night!
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:11, Reply)
A not in any way made-up story
I was in the prison shower when Bubba dropped the soap and told me to pick it up. I told him to fuck off and pick it up himself - only later did I realise my faux pas.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 19:02, Reply)
Losing my virginity?
I am 34 year old bespectacled Linux user. Not a sniff of a woman here, Any volunteers?
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 18:41, Reply)
Was 17 when a girl I´d fancied for ages told me she wanted to give me her virginity. Problem was she was 14 and something in my mind told me I wasn´t ready and neither was she. Anyways, a month or so later she´s with some other guy and not talking to me anymore. I remained devastatingly single until I was 20, by which time I WAS DEFINATELY ready. But, new girlfriend´s new-found religious beliefs meant sex before marriage was out of the question (even though she´d had sex before). Wasn´t til we´d been going out for 7 months that I eventually got to give my virginity to the girl I loved more than I had ever loved anyone ever. Two months of no more sex and being made to feel very guilty ended in her dumping me and me having no self-esteem for the best part of 18 months....

*Edit* Sorry, did I wander off topic...
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 18:37, Reply)
I hate sports for good reasons
i always keep a condom in my wallet, and with a few friends the day before we decided to play volleyball with it, second bounce and it popped.
Next day: we were both lying naked and i had the ghastly realisation i had not replaced the condom, balls, i told her i'd forgotten it, she reminded me that i said i always kept one in my wallet... i managed to struggle out of this tight spot, not telling her about the volleyball incident. screw it, we shagged the next week.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:59, Reply)
I was at my school leavers' do
and I drank a lot of free champagne, 5 pints of lager and at least 9 double southern comforts...I was sick for a bit and then went back to the bar, I was totally wasted.
I was sat on some stairs having what I thought to be a normal conversation with a girl and she started kissing me, I got to touch her boobs and everything 'cos we were in a secluded area. At this point we were lying on the stairs and my mate walked past and asked me the time - I got my phone out of my pocket with one hand but I dropped it and had to get up to get it back, at which point I fell down the stairs and ripped my tux. I got my phone, told my mate the time and got back to the girl...then my phone went and another mate told me he'd jumped over an electric fence into stinging nettles so I told the girl I'd be back in 15 minutes. I got down the road and found my mate and made sure he was like alive and then headed back to the party - when I got there I forgot where I'd left the girl because it as a really really big place. Bah that would've been an awesome night :(
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:48, Reply)
i lost my virginity just recently
i met my girlfriend 7 years ago, it wasn't long before she told me she didn't believe in sex before marriage. now that was fine by me cos she was really great and the idea of abstaining before marriage had been one i'd thought about before.

anyway, we got married this july, at the tender ages of 24 and sex is fucking great!

apologies for lack of humour.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:37, Reply)
I was 18, out in Denmark, whilst slowly finding out about how much of a mess I'd gotten myself into... www.b3ta.com/questions/cults/post47582/

However, there was a girl there. Isn't there always? She was Estonian, 21 years of age. Annika was her name. As all these stories go, we were getting pretty close, and it got to the point where she was topless and offered to take away that pesky virginity of mine. Alas, it wasn't to be, as I wasn't ready at the time, so I thought. Wasn't ready? WASN'T READY?? I spent the best part of a year kicking myself about that one. Still, I lost my virginity a year later to a girl whom I loved dearly. Who later cruelly ripped out my beating heart, but that's the way these things go.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:35, Reply)
Holy Shit
When I was a youngun, I had a serious crush on a girl in my school, but I was just "too" geeky for her. Damn, I wish I straightened up, she's a fucking model (but not a *fucking* model) now!: www.model-exposure.com/user-profile.php?username=lainy

Thats her now. Oh I still have her multiple scribbles in my crappy leaving yearbook!

(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:29, Reply)
I was 13 at the time and on holiday with my parents in Greece, the hotel was pretty stuck up and there weren’t many kids my age to hang around with so I was being a real moody sod. Up until I spotted her....

Her name was Inga, she was 15 and I can honestly say she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

Skip forward a few days and we’d actually started speaking, we hit it off pretty much straight away and bearing in mind I didn’t have much experience with girls (unless you count chasing them with a poo stick) I was doing remarkably well.

Anyway things got a whole lot better and at night whilst our parents watched the evening entertainment, we’d sneak off and kiss and fumble in the indoor pool area whilst nobody was about.

This went on for a good couple of night’s, with the kissing and fumbling getting a little more intense each time.

Cut to the last night of my holiday and we’re all over each other like a rash and that's when she started to strip off. In seconds she was now completely naked and spread across the sun bed beckoning me closer.

Now nothing would have made me happier than telling you that I threw my clothes to the floor and satisfied her like a Latin lothario but sadly this is not the case! So what did I do? Well like the absolute genius that I am, I panicked, decided to mumble some lame excuse about having to go and left her there.

I left a beautiful girl, completely naked on a sun bed who was ready to have sex with me.

I still cry myself to sleep over that one.

(Apologies for length, I’m sure that’s why I panicked)
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:23, Reply)
I was 15 and going to the cinema with a girl
when we found out that her parents weren't at home when I walked her back we jumped at the chance to "do it".

I had cunningly nicked a condom from my bro's stash, and when the time came, I whipped it out and she moved to put it on.

It was then we realised that it was bright yellow and banana flavoured. Michelle was apparently allergic to bananas so wouldn't let it anywhere near her.

I wish I'd realised then that the flavouring was chemical and probably contained nothing even related to banana. Oh well, I've since been told she's living in a mouldy council house with two kids; narrow escape!
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 17:15, Reply)
Turn the lights off
A bunch of us chaps (virgins all) were invited to a smallish party by a bunch of older girls in Glasgow. Tensions were high and for some extremely strange reason, we all assumed that this was the night when we’d all lose our respective cherries in appropriate corners of the flat. We were all so confident of this, that we’d all (quite separately) bought packets of 3 en route.

I’d previously met one of the girls at a drunken night out the previous week but when I saw her again in the pub sober, I actually screamed. She wasn’t ugly you understand, just a fair bit older and a tad over-emulsioned.

I should add, that I had luckily spent most of my youth avoiding all the usual acne ridden issues, however nature played its joker the previous week by placing biblical proportioned plukes and scabs on my face. I think it was God’s way of saying “she’s really ugly, don’t bother”.

How could she resist ? Very easily as it transpired. She made it perfectly clear I was borderline Living Dead, mate 1’s girl split her trousers and had to go home (I think it may have even been deliberate), mate 3’s girl was violently ill in the toilet (Mmmmmmm vomit) and mate 4’s girl turned out to be mate 3’s girl’s mother.

Laughed ? I nearly slept in the living room with my 3 mates with a pocket full of condoms. Oh I did – damn.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:54, Reply)

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