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Body Double
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@vnet.net>
Chapter 3: On Being Two Places At Once
Allie hiked back from her gym class. She was all sweaty and
achy, but the aches weren't all from gym class. She smiled to
herself as she thought of her other self, Lisa, waiting back in
the dorm room. She'd taken the Chemistry class this morning,
while Allie had gotten to sleep in a little while longer.
This was working really well, she realized. She'd taken two
classes yesterday, and so had Lisa. And so long as they stuck to
the same classes from here on out, it wouldn't be too confusing
for the other people in her class. It wouldn't be too confusing
for them, because they'd be able to merge and share the
information.
Allie felt her nipples harden just a little as she thought of
Lisa back in the dorm room. "I hope she needs to take a shower,"
she thought to herself, then sent Lisa the thought.
<I took one already, but I could take another> came the response.
Allie smiled to herself, looking forward to it, and to the
joining. It wasn't that it was sexual -- it was more than that.
It was like they always told you it was supposed to be, the
joining into one person in the act of sex, but instead of just
coming close, they actually *did*. They were one person, if they
wanted to be.
And because of that they each knew what the other wanted in
intimate
detail. And because of *that* they had spent a lot of time in
bed. Their roommate, Cheryl, had raised her eyebrow at that,
thinking they were sisters, but she hadn't said anything. Not
yet, at least. They'd have to come up with some way to diffuse
that later, but for now, Lisa awaited her.
Allie picked up her pace and headed for the dorm. Cheryl was the
least of their worries, anyway. The big football game was only
four days away, and they needed to figure out how they were going
to deal with Nate and Chet, both of whom wanted her to go out
with them this weekend. <With our luck,> Allie thought to
herlover <they'll both want to go to the game, instead of going
out on separate nights.>
<Probably,> came the wry response.
But Allie was pretty confident they could deal with that issue as
well. They were a pretty tough team to break up. The past
couple of days of schoolwork had shown that. They were done in
less than half the time, since while one was in class, the other
could be doing assignments, or resting.
Of course, there had been problems. They ate twice as much as a
single person. That had been solved, at least a little, when Lisa
had realized she could take some food out of the cafeteria.
Allie made a mental note to do that at Lunch today, while Lisa
was in class. <But after my shower,> she thought.
<Yes,> came the reply. <Where are you, you feel closer?>
<I'm right outside the dorm, I'll be there in a moment.>
Allie went inside and climbed the stairs to the third floor
apartment. There was an elevator, but she needed the exercise --
even if she had just come back from that stupid PE class.
When she got to the top of the stairs, she was even more hot and
sweaty. "At least the dorm is air conditioned," she thought to
herself as she fanned herself with her shirt. That was one
advantage of being in the "nerd dorm" as her roommate called it.
She walked to her door, feeling her connection calling to her
like a beacon. There was no doubt it was stronger as the two got
closer. Allie thought she could probably track her other self
through the beacon. Definitely if they were close enough.
As she approached the door, it swung open, and Lisa stood there,
smiling at her. Lisa raised her right arm palm outward -- their
sign for desire to join. Allie raised her left, and placed it
against her other self, and they became Alyson, for just a
moment.
Memories merged, classwork knowledge and experience twined
together, and Alyson saw both halves, and integrated it into one
whole: Chemistry class with Lisa, PE with Allie, and the
opposite: sleeping in for Allie, and Lisa being flirted with by
their roommate. Two different experiences, melded into one.
Alyson opened her eyes -- both sets, and looked out of them. She
was slowly getting used to the idea of having two bodies, of
being in two places at once. She had her selves move apart,
hands slowly lowering. It was hard to move, her mind wasn't
equipped to move two bodies separately, but she was learning.
Once her bodies were no longer touching, the strain of
maintaining her self as one entity was extremely hard, but she
pressed. It was a test, and she seemed to be getting better and
better at it as she tried. Finally she closed her eyes, and split
back into two: Allie and Lisa.
Lisa looked at her other self, standing in the doorway. "Come
on, Allie," she said. "Time for your shower."
- o -
Lisa walked to the Braddock building, the warm glow of recent sex
and a shower lifting her steps. She was happy and satisfied, and
really relaxed -- plus half her schoolwork was being done by
someone else. She already had more free time than she knew what
to do with.
Of course, Cheryl, their roommate, had made some suggestions
earlier that morning. Lisa wasn't quite ready to think about the
ramifications of that, though.
Lisa walked down the stairs to the basement entrance of the
science building. She hadn't been there since Saturday morning
when she had "awakened." She had memories of being here before,
but something deep in her gut told her she was coming back to her
birth place for the first time.
Oh, she'd been upstairs that morning, in the auditorium where the
Chemistry class was held, but she'd come in by a different door,
and hadn't entered the basement. Nor had she dared, just in case
Nate was there -- she was trying to avoid him. She didn't have a
choice right now.
The whole thing was a bit surreal, the way her memory of waking
up in an empty hall had been, and standing at the door, now. Of
course, it was odd -- but not eerie -- because the hall instead
of being quiet and dark, was well lit and had the hustle and
bustle of a lot of students, all trying to find their classrooms
in time.
Lisa looked around quickly for Nate. She really didn't want to
see him right now. They'd had that fight Saturday morning, and
he didn't know of her existance, as a clone created with his
nanites. And they weren't ready to explain *that* to him yet, if
ever.
She was even "disguised" as Allie -- she had on loose clothing,
so that she looked more like the Allie he remembered, but her
hair was a lot shorter. It *was* growing in at a phenomenal
rate, except where she had started shaving it. She smiled at
herself about that. Allie was thinking about the same
modification.
Still her hair was growing *really* fast. At this rate, she might
have a real haircut in a week or two. She had thought about
wearing a hat -- to cover the still too short hair, but that
would have been unlike her.
<Lisa?>
<Yes?>
<Nate just called. I'm going to meet him for dinner tomorrow
night.>
<Are you sure?>
<Yes,> Allie responded. <He seems really apologetic.>
<OK. We probably just saw him at a bad time.>
<Well it was a bad time for us. And a good time.>
Lisa chuckled to herself, and Lisa one more time, and not seeing
anyone who would recognize her, she walked quickly for her
classroom.
Just as she arrived at the door to the classroom, she heard a
voice, "Alyson...?"
Lisa turned, and saw Karen, Nate's team member and friend. "Hi
Karen," she said. <Uh oh,> she sent to Allie.
<Just be friendly, she's not too bad.>
<Yeah, yeah, I know>
"I heard things went well with you and Nate," Karen said, trying
to draw her out.
"They went OK, we're going out again this weekend."
"He said he showed you the nanites, he doesn't do that for just
anybody."
"Yeah, he did, it looks wonderful. That's what I'm interested in,
you know."
"Really," Karen said. Lisa felt Karen's intense gaze on her. "He
said you actually tried an experiment."
"We did, it didn't work out," Lisa responded. She edged towards
the door of the lab, trying to escape this turn of the
conversation.
"Oh," she said. "What did you try?"
"Blood."
"And what happened?"
"It turned all green and icky by the time I got there the next
morning."
"Did you save any of it?"
"Why?"
"Because I wrote the code for the nanites' neural network, and I
wanted to look at it." Karen smiled. "You know to see what they
learned, or if they learned something wrong."
"Oh. I'm sorry. It was such a mess...."
"That's OK. We'll probably duplicate it, eventually, and try
again."
"Oh, NO!" Lisa said.
"What?" Karen asked.
"No, I mean.... it was just such a mess. Maybe you should try
something simpler first."
"We will. But we have human blood on schedule for later in the
semester anyway." Karen shrugged. "We're all planning to go to
the game this weekend, hope you can come."
"That'd be great," Lisa said.
"Great!" Karen said. "See you then. Neat haircut by the way."
"Thanks..." Lisa said. "I've really got to get to class."
"Go on," Karen said, smiling and shooing Lisa with her hands.
"Don't let me keep you."
Lisa slipped into the laboratory, and took a deep sigh. <Allie,
did you hear all that?>
<Yep, there's just one problem.>
<What?>
<We're going to the game with Chet.>
<Oh. Yeah.>
- o -
Allie looked out across the cafeteria tables, searching for Nate.
He wasn't in the main dining area, so she wandered, and found him
in a small back room, at one of the smaller tables. He waved to
her, motioning for her to sit.
Allie set her tray down across from him, and sat down. "You
wanted to talk to me?"
"Yeah," he said. "I wanted to apologize for being such a bear
Saturday morning."
"It's OK," she said. "I was a bit frazzled myself."
He nodded, and took a bite out of a dinner roll. "Well, I'm
still sorry. I can be a bit of a bear in the morning, if I don't
get my beauty sleep, and I *had* been kept up by this beautiful
woman the night before."
Allie laughed, "OK, Nate. Apology accepted." She took her fork
in hand, and twirled her spaghetti around.
"You're supposed to use a spoon when you do that." Allie just
looked at him. "Let me show you." He took her spoon, and fork,
and twirled the spaghetti up against the spoon. "This way you
catch it all. No loose ends."
"And now you're Miss Manners?"
He blushed. "I guess I'm just good at making an ass out of
myself." He put her silverware down, and returned to his
casserole.
They ate in silence for a few minutes. Allie watched him eat the
mystery casserole, and sighed. He was cute, and good in bed. "I
don't see how you can eat that," she said. "I may not have the
best manners, but at least I'll be alive after dinner."
Nate looked up at her and laughed. "What? It's better than my
mother's cooking." He took a big bite smiling at her as he
chewed.
"She must be a really *bad* cook, then."
Nate laughed, nearly choking on the casserole. With difficulty
he swallowed. "She is, Allie, believe me, she is. Friends
again?"
"Yeah," she said. "Friends."
He smiled, and took another bite of the casserole.
"So," Allie asked, "why nanotechnology?"
"Because of the potential benefit."
"Like cloning blood cells?"
"Yes. If we can get it to work. But that's not all. I know that
nanotechnology is also really dangerous. Think about the nanites
we have now. What if they were programmed to just destroy the
cells. They could kill people, plants, whatever in no time."
"So why advance the science then?"
"Because it will be. Advanced I mean. Someone will do it. This
way, at least, I'm there, and can try to control it. Or at least
help direct the research."
"I understand that. It's a different reason than any I'd heard
before."
"Why are you interested in it, then?"
"Because it's new. It's cutting edge. It's *exciting*, you know.
Adventurous. When I was a little girl, I used to go exploring in
the woods near my home. Now, I'm exploring the terrain of
science. And unlike that forest at home, I'll be going somewhere
completely new."
Nate smiled at her. "You're so much like my Dad was."
"Was? I'm sorry..."
"No, it's ok. He died when I was young. He was a biochemist. He
loved the labwork, the experimentation. But some of his
inventions got out of his control. A nerve drug he developed got
picked up by the military -- as a neurotoxin."
"Oh..." she said, understanding.
"He never got to do anything about it," Nate said. "Heart attack
when I was 12. So, I've always thought, maybe I'd create
something better, something that could balance the damage Dad
did."
Allie put her hand over his, interlocking her fingers with his.
"I think that's really something special, Nate."
"Thanks, Allie."
She just smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't so bad, after all. Maybe
he was even better than that.
- o -
Lisa stretched, and looked over her French homework one more
time. Thursday was her relaxing day -- only one class,
Chemistry, and that in the morning. Allie had taken the
afternoon Biology lab, since she was taking the Biology class.
Not that it mattered, really, but since it was the same people in
the class and lab, it seemed prudent.
But now it was 2 o'clock, and she was done with all her homework.
There might be a little more work tomorrow, but for once, her
weekend looked completely clear. "It will probably keep being
like that," she thought to herself. <How is Biology Lab going,>
Lisa thought at Allie.
<OK. Dissecting worms today.>
<Oh, fun.>
<Yeah, smell the formaldehyde.> Lisa closed her eyes, and linked
with her other self, and felt Allie take a deep breath. The faint
smell of formaldehyde came through, along with Allie's own scent.
<I see what you mean. I'm all done here, so we're caught up on
homework.>
<Great. Guess we'll finally have a relaxing night.>
<Yep. I know how I want to relax,> Lisa said, and slid her hand
inside her shirt, and tweaked her nipple.
<Oh!> came Allie's response. <I felt that. Don't do that!>
Lisa chuckled to herself, <OK, I'll wait until you get back.>
<Looking forward to it.> Lisa felt the link dissolve, and then
turned in her chair. What to do now?
She looked over the books that Allie had brought home from the
library last night, grabbed one and walked out into the common
area. Lisa curled up on the chair and started reading her book.
It wasn't long before Cheryl came busting through their door,
angry, with a full head of steam. "Damn Trevor and the horse he
rode in on!" she exclaimed as she walked through he door.
Lisa looked up from her book at her beautiful blonde roommate.
"What did he do this time?" she asked.
"He stood me up!" Cheryl said, exasperated. "We were supposed to
meet at his lab after lunch, and the whole place was locked up
and he was nowhere to be found."
"Sorry, Cheryl."
"Oh, don't worry, Lisa. It's not the first time, it won't be the
last. I'll just make sure and make him wait the next time. Did
Allie tell you about all the other stuff he's done?"
"She told me most of it," Lisa said.
"You guys share a lot don't you?" Cheryl said, sitting down on
the couch next with Lisa. Lisa pulled her feet back to give the
blonde woman space.
"Yes we share most thing. Twins are like that," Lisa said. She
hated relying on the whole "twin mystique" but it did help smooth
over parts of their cover story.
"I'd noticed," Cheryl said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial
tone. "You guys always sleep together." Cheryl moved a little
closer to Lisa's end of the couch.
"Yes.." Lisa said, pulling her feet back further.
"And I heard the noises coming out of there the other night."
"Oh." Lisa said. Cheryl had been there? She thought that their
roommate had been out, with Trevor.
"Yeah, I got back early from my date with Trevor. I guess it's
true what they say about twins." She inched a little closer.
"What is that?" Lisa asked. She liked Cheryl, in fact since the
experiment, she'd found herself becoming attracted to her
roommate. Cheryl had even flirted with her the other day. But
what was up with her now? Lisa felt off center and on the spot.
"You know," Cheryl said, reaching out and touching Lisa's bare
ankle. "They say twins experiment with each other." Cheryl moved
her hand up and down Lisa's calf. It felt good. "How they are so
close that they are lovers like no one else can ever be for
them."
Lisa turned on the couch, moving into a normal sitting position,
and looked at the other woman. "What are you suggesting?"
"Nothing! That's not what I meant...." Cheryl stood up, and
walked into the kitchen, and got a glass of water. "I just
meant... " she bit her lip, paused. Then the words just sort of
rushed out of her. "That it seemed you might be bisexual.
Especially since I overheard ya'll the other day. And you're
cute, and Trevor stood me up..." Cheryl sat down next to the
other woman.
"So what you're saying is, you're all hot and bothered, and
you're hitting on me?"
Cheryl seemed to sink into herself. Lisa couldn't remember ever
seeing her roommate quite so defeated. "Dammit," Cheryl said,
"I'm not doing this right."
Lisa turned to face the other woman, and tucked her left leg
under her right. Cheryl really was beautiful. And there *was*
something about her. Something intriguing and just plain
*sexual*. She reached out and put her hand on the other woman's
shoulder. "Why don't you try slowing down, and telling me what's
on your mind?"
Lisa watched as Cheryl closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"When did I become the confident one, sexually?" Lisa thought to
herself. Cheryl was obviously nervous about it, but had never
been that way before, and never with Trevor.
Cheryl opened her eyes and looked right back at Lisa. "I think
you are really attractive. Would you... would you kiss me?"
Lisa eyed her roommate. Cheryl's blonde hair cascaded down over
her shoulder. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of
boxers -- her normal "around the dorm clothing." Her breaths
were short and quick. Cheryl's lips were red, and full and
kissable. Her eyes, downcast.
Lisa reached out to the other woman, and pulled her chin up. Was
this where she wanted to go? Why not? Wasn't it an adventure?
Wasn't that what she'd been telling Nate she wanted?
Lisa leaned towards the other woman. Cheryl's lips parted moments
before Lisa met her with hers. And Lisa kissed another woman --
a truly other woman -- for the first time. The blonde's lips
were soft and warm, and yielding. They kissed again, and then
again, and Lisa parted Cheryl's lips with her tongue. Their
tongues touched, playing against each other. Lisa slid her hand
through the blonde's hair, pulling the other woman to her,
closer, even while she pressed against her.
Cheryl leaned back on the couch, and Lisa followed, their lips
touching, kissing, tongues sliding in and out. When Cheryl was
lying flat on the couch, Lisa, propped above her broke the kiss.
Cheryl looked up at her, and said, "Wow."
Lisa smiled. "You liked that?"
Cheryl whispered, "Yes," and reached up to Lisa, and pulled her
head back down to her lips. Lisa ran her hands up and down the
blonde woman's side, caressing her through her clothes. She slid
her hand down, and under the T-shirt, pushing it up, and
uncovering the other woman's breasts. Lisa cupped a breast with
one hand and continued kissing the blonde. She caressed and
played with Cheryl's nipple in time to her kisses.
Cheryl moaned into their kiss, and Lisa felt her nipple stiffen
in her hand. Then she broke the kiss, and lowered her mouth to
Cheryl's neglected breast. Cheryl let out an audible sigh, and
wrapped her fingers around Lisa's head, running her fingers
through Lisa's short hair.
Lisa pulled up, and looked down at her roommate. She wriggled her
nose and smiled at the obviously aroused woman. "You liked that,
I know." she said, coyly.
"Yes..." Cheryl said.
"Let's go to your room; this couch is too small."
"I'd *definitely* like that!"
They stood up, and Cheryl led the way to her room, pulling her
T-shirt off as she walked. When they got to the room, she slid
her boxers off. Lisa followed suit, shedding her clothes, and
leaving them in a pile by the door.
Lisa felt a thrill pass through her, as she looked at her blonde
roommate. She was beautiful, from her perfectly rounded breasts
which seemed to need no support, to the gentle tufts of curly
blonde pubic hair. But that wasn't just it. It was the
excitement, the excitement of being with a woman for the first
time. Not really the first time, since she'd been with Allie --
but that was different, fundamentally.
Lisa felt little shocks in her pussy, and felt her nipples harden
at the idea. "I guess I really am bisexual," she thought to
herself. Lisa walked to her roommate, who was still standing in
front of her, and pulled her into a warm embrace. Cheryl was a
little taller, so Lisa looked up in her eyes, and parted her
lips.
Cheryl bent down to her, and kissed her tenderly, then again.
Then she turned her head and gave a deeper kiss. Lisa melted
into her arms, feeling her breasts press against Cheryl's, and
feeling the excitement pass through her whole body. Cheryl broke
the kiss, finally, and shook her head. "God, woman, you can
kiss," she whispered.
Lisa smiled, "You aren't half bad yourself, I'm feeling weak in
my knees."
"Then I think you should lie down, sweetie."
"You first," Lisa said. "There are some more parts of you I want
to kiss, first."
Cheryl groaned deep in her throat, and lay down on her bed. Lisa
sat down on the bed, next to her, and put her hands through the
blonde's lush hair.
Lisa kissed the blonde's forehead, then her nose, then her lips,
pausing only briefly to continue a long, deep kiss. Lisa moved
down, throat, chest, then between Cheryl's breasts. Lisa
brought her hands up, and gently tweaked the blonde's nipples, as
she cupped Cheryl's breasts in her hands. Lisa again lowered her
lips between the breasts, feeling the soft flesh against her
cheeks.
Cheryl moaned, her head swaying back and forth. Lisa smiled to
herself, and climbed over the other woman, sliding her legs
between her roommate's open legs. Lisa started kissing down
Cheryl's body, pausing at her belly button, driving her tongue
deep into it. Cheryl gasped out at the sensations her roommate's
clone was giving her. Encouraged, Lisa moved further down the
blonde's beautiful body.
Lisa paused at the edge of Cheryl's pubic hair, and began to kiss
around the edges. Cheryl responded, widening and lifting her
legs to give Lisa better access. Lisa turned, and planted short,
tender kisses along the inside of Cheryl's thigh. Then she ran
her tongue down the other thigh, from knee to where it joined
Cheryl's body. "Yes..." Cheryl sighed. "Do it..."
Lisa spread Cheryl's lips wide, and licked from bottom to top --
it was so different from Allie's. She quickly found Cheryl's
large clit with her tongue, and began circling it with her
tongue, playfully flicking it with her tongue. Cheryl cried out,
"Oh my god! That's the spot" and wrapped her fingers around
Lisa's head, pulling her closer in.
Lisa reached up with her hands and began playing with Cheryl's
nipples in time to the flutters of her tongue over the blonde's
wet pussy. Cheryl began breathing faster, in short gasps, her
hips began pressing forward into Lisa's mouth. "Oh, oh oh oh,"
Cheryl sighed, "that's it! Do that!"
Lisa sped up, pressing harder with her tongue, and squeezing
Cheryl's nipples harder, until Cheryl cried out in orgasm. Lisa
lifted up and looked at her roommate, whose soft hair was
disheveled and wet from sweat. She smiled up at her, and licked
her lips, to get more of the blonde's sweet flavor.
"Did you like that, Cheryl?"
"Did I *like* it? Hell, I loved it! I think it's time for *you*
to lie back and relax."
Lisa smiled, and climbed up the bed to lie next to her roommate.
Cheryl turned on her side, and kissed the brunette. Lisa lay
back on her back, as Cheryl lowered her mouth to Lisa's breast.
The blonde's tongue flicked against her nipple, and Lisa felt
Cheryl's hand between her legs, parting her nether lips, sliding
between them.
Cheryl nipped at her nipple, teasing it into hardness, even as
her middle finger pressed against Lisa's clit. "Oh, that's it,"
Lisa said.
Cheryl lifted off her breast then, and looked at her. "That's
your little button, eh? That's your spot." She wiggled her
finger, pressing against it.
Lisa cried out, it felt so good. "Yess..."
"Good." Cheryl slid her hand over Lisa's mound. "I like that
you shave. It's so smooth."
"I'm glad you like it."
"And there's no hair in the way."
Lisa chuckled. "There is that."
"Does Allie shave, too?"
"Not yet, but she will."
Cheryl laughed, and slid down the brunette's body. Cheryl slid
two fingers between Lisa's lips, and slowly slid them inside her
pussy. Lisa gasped out loud as she felt Cheryl's fingers inside.
Cheryl pulled them out, and licked the juices off her fingers.
"You taste pretty good," she said.
"You should try it directly, instead of off your fingers."
"I could do that." Cheryl slid her fingers back into Lisa's
pussy. Then she lowered her tongue down between the brunette's
lips, and found her clit. Then she began wiggling her fingers
against Lisa's lips.
Lisa gasped -- whatever Cheryl was doing was like wildfire,
sending shocks throughout her body. Cheryl then started playing
with her clit, sucking on it, licking it, playing with it. All
the while doing that *thing* with her finger. God, what was
that?
Lisa began thrusting her hips against those fingers trying to get
more of them. Cheryl responded by speeding up, quickening the
pace. "Oh, god," Lisa moaned. She brought her hands to her
nipples and began playing with them herself.
Between that and what Cheryl was doing, it was driving her wild.
She
could feel it building inside her, growing stronger and stronger
with each minute. Cheryl would build her up, and then back off
just a bit, and let her cool down, then she'd build her up again.
Each time, she'd bring her just shy of orgasm, and then she'd
back away.
She was close, and she knew it. Cheryl slipped another finger
inside her, and began thrusting and twitching her fingers in time
to her licks with her tongue. This threw Lisa over the edge,
and her orgasm which had been building finally exploded all
through her body like a bright white light.
- o -
Allie dropped the scalpel into the dissecting tray as one of the
most powerful orgasms she'd ever felt washed over her. She
grabbed the sides of the lab table as she felt it travel through
her, and her knees weakened. Alex, her lab partner, looked at
her.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she responded.
"You're all flushed," he said. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I just need some air."
She walked -- almost wobbled out of the lab, and shut the door
behind her. <What the fuck was that?> she sent to her other self.
<That was fucking wonderful was what it was,> Lisa sent back.
<Who...?>
<Our roommate has talents previously undiscovered> Lisa sent
back, lightheartedly.
<I nearly fainted in there.>
<Trust me, it was worth it.>
<OK. Still, *warn me* next time,> Allie sent.
<Oh, ok. Party pooper,> Lisa sent back.
Allie gathered herself together, and returned to the lab.
Allie was so flustered, that she didn't even notice that Karen
was staring at her from down the hallway as she was walking from
the bathroom back to Nate's laboratory. Allie didn't even hear
Karen as she whispered to herself, "Nice hair... Nice *long*
hair."
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