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"Once More With Feelings"
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A new story by Night Hawk
Copyright 2004 by Night Hawk

Chapter 17: Visitors
____________________


The shrill chirping of a bird outside the window brought me into
that halfway state between sleep and wakening, and I felt Carol
spooned behind me with her breasts pressed up against my back and
her arm wrapped around my chest.  It felt so good - I had forgotten
how good it felt to cuddle, just sharing skin and couldn't remember
just how long it had been.  Then she moved her hand to caress my
breast, thumb and finger teasing my nipple and I could feel my clit
engorging, my nether lips swelling, moisture oozing, ready for a
big hard stiff dick to slide into me.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding, trembling.  Wendy was still
in bed with me!

"It's okay, Pete," Wendy said softly.  "We're in our own bed
now."  She pulled me down to her, wrapping her arm around me
again.  "Honey, you're shaking!  Are you cold?"

"No," I whispered back, "I just got a fright when I woke up,
that's all."

"What?" she asked, snuggling up to me.

"I realized you were in bed with me, and I thought we were still
in the dorm."

"Oh."

That single word told me she saw my fib for what it was, and I
knew that if I wanted to keep her, I would always have to tell her
the truth.

I wriggled around till I could see her eyes.  "Honey, I was
dreaming I was about to get fucked, and I was wanting it!"

I could see the tenderness in her eyes as she replied, "Darling,
I'll fuck you any time you want!"

My tears started as I replied, "I was getting fucked by a boy!
And it scared me so. so much!  'Cause I wanted it!  And I love you
so much!"

And the thing that scared me so was that I knew just whose dick I
was getting wet for.

It was mine!

Wendy held me as I cried, my tears running to wet her cheeks as
well.  Eventually my sobs slowed to a sniffle, and Wendy wiped my
face with the sheet.

"Pete, if you want to get fucked by a boy, I don't mind as long as
you love me," she whispered.

"If it ever happens," I whispered back, "Will you hold my hand?"

She giggled.  "Like when we got our ears done?"

I giggled too.  "Well yes, but you have to be naked!"

The scene was suddenly in my mind, I was lying on my back, Wendy's
hand on my nipple, teasing me as she kissed me, another body over
mine, lean, hard, as he nudged the firm head of my dick between my
lips.  Wendy's hand was between my legs, a finger deep in me and I
was coming, my moans muffled by her lips as she curled her finger,
Oh God!!

I lay panting for a few minutes, Wendy clutched to my breast when
a knock at the door made us both jump.

"Come on sleepyheads!" came the voice of Annette.  "The paper is
here!  Meet us in the caf!"

I looked at the clock and groaned.  It was just after 6 AM!

Oh God, we needed a shower!  We both reeked of sex!  I fingered
Wendy to a gentle climax during our shower, but we spent most of
our time cuddling and kissing before the water cooled.

Even though it was a bit chilly, I opened the window wide to let
in some fresh air and hopefully some of the amorous smells out.

We brushed our teeth and our hair in record time, got dressed and
made the bed, and then rushed off to join up with our teammates.

"We've got to get to bed earlier," I whispered to Wendy as we
filled our plates with bacon, scrambled eggs, and fruit.

You could really tell that we had become a team, because even
though there were five or six copies of the London Free Press on
the table, we all sat around Annette who read the copy over another
time.  We took up the entire front page of the sports section!
Pictures galore and even an editorial.  As we had been told by
Sister Gabe, the title across the top of the page was "Saints:
Divinely Inspired!"

We all laughed at the joke.  We had no doubt we had help, but we
had also worked our asses off to get that good.  The pictures were
fantastic.  There were enough of them so that every one of us was
in at least one of the pictures.

The editorial, written by Jim Blake, started with a history of; or
rather a lack of history of St. Ursula's winning record.  Blake had
dug out trivia about the school and its half century fielding the
team least likely to win in any sport, but all that had changed
last night when a very shocked and surprised Catholic Central had
met us on their home court and how we had thoroughly trounced them
in the first game of the season.  Catholic Central, last year's
divisional and regional champions, had been totally caught off
guard by the well-oiled finely tuned Saints.  Blake went on with
statistics about scores and speed etc and finished off his
editorial with a prediction that the Saints would take home the
provincial championship if they could keep playing with the skill
they had shown.

We were still whooping it up when Sister Gabe came into the
cafeteria.  The smile on her face told us she had already seen the
paper.

"Now we really have to practice, girls," she said.  "You can bet
that every school in the city, probably in the province, is going
to be practicing like crazy in the hopes of defeating you."

"Never happen," said Annette looking around at us.  "I graduate
this year, so do Marcie, Mandy and Rita.  This is our last chance
have a go at the Regionals and I, as the captain of this team, say
that as hard as they might practice, we are going to practice even
harder!  Right girls?"

Needless to say, the answer was a resounding "YES!!!"

Sister Gabe said she thought that was how we would feel and had
arranged for the gym to be open for practice for two hours every
night of the week right after the last period.  Then she hit us
with a shocker.  The board of directors had approved a Sports Nurse
to be on site every day till the season ended:  Julie Wilson.

Damn!  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  Julie had
hoped to start university and become a doctor in a few years, but
with the kind of money that she would earn at this privately funded
school, she could start her classes at the beginning of the next
semester.

Classes that day were erratic to say the least.  The whole school
was buzzing with the news and by six pm, the entire team was
gathered in front of the color TV in the main lounge to watch CFPL-
TV's local news.  For the most part, the national and international
news didn't interest the other girls, but I was interested, vaguely
remembering what was to come.  Our interest came to a peak when the
sports coverage started, and we were getting disappointed when it
seemed they were only going to do national sports when suddenly the
back picture changed to the school logo.

"Last night, local volleyball school team, The St. Ursula's
Saints, entered the record books by demolishing Catholic Central,
defeating last year's Regional Champions two sets to zip in the
first game of the season.  They set a record for fastest return of
service point, making their first point off Catholic Central's
serve less than five seconds into the match, and never in the
regional competition have last year's wooden-spooners taken out the
leading team in the first meeting of the season."

As Brett Faison was reading, the screen showed grabs from the
game, starting with the first point, and showing the progressive
desperation on the faces of the CCH players and finished with a
shot of the scoreboard while we shook their hands.

The picture changed to show Sister Gabe looking uncomfortable in
front of the camera.

"Sister Gabriel, you have worked a miracle in turning around your
team since last year's season score of 16 to 1 and a draw.  What
has been the major factor in this turnaround?"

"Well," she replied as the microphone switched to her, "I
certainly can't claim a miracle.  We leave those up to the Boss,"
she said with a smile.  But," she went on, "I also believe that God
helps those who help themselves.  Every girl in our team was
determined to give her best, and tonight they were rewarded with a
win.  But," she went on, a twinkle in her eye, "I think we may have
caught Catholic Central by surprise, so the girls are now looking
forward to some real competition."

I was amazed!  Our self-effacing coach had just managed in the
nicest way to describe Catholic Central as no competition at all.
And at the same time she told everyone they ain't seen nothing yet!

Brett Faison finished the segment promising that CFPL would air
the entire game Saturday morning at 11 o'clock.

I looked at Wendy just she looked at me, and we grinned.  I raised
my hand and looked at her, expectantly.  After a moment, she raised
hers, and I slapped it, yelling "Go Saints!"

"Yeah!  Go Saints!"

Suddenly, we were swapping slaps around the team, and it seemed
quickly to slow down to swapping hugs.  I felt tears come to my
eyes, but I knew they were tears of happiness.  I saw tears in the
eyes of most of the girls as we hugged each other, and knew we were
bonding closer than ever before.

I ended up hugging Wendy once more, and felt a surge of desire run
through my body, the feel of her firm mounds against me making my
nipples erect.

I looked around to see three other couples, not too obvious, but
apparent if you're looking for it - the loving glances, the
lingering hands.  We exchanged glances, tacitly recognizing each
other, then danced a disengage, separating to go our various ways.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

That night, Wendy wanted to try going down on me, but I held her
off, asking her to wait until the weekend when we would have the
time to do it properly and there would be no need to hurry.  Now
that we had a room of our own, we could stockpile some food and not
have to get up so early on the weekends to rush down to breakfast.

And then Wendy's period started.  She said she was a few days
early but blamed it on all the exercise and excitement, and I
lovingly helped her insert her first ever tampon.

By the time the weekend hit, we were ready for a break.  The
adrenaline had been pumping through our veins for three days and we
both looked forward to some leisurely time with a basketball.  (You
didn't think I would settle for just Volleyball did you?)

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

After a morning workout, shooting hoops and playing one on one, we
headed back to our room to change.  It seemed silly to use the gym
shower when we had one in our own room.

We didn't bother watching the broadcast of our game against CCH
that morning and were discussing whether or not we should try and
get some more makeup.  I had the strangest desire to paint Wendy's
toenails.

Though we had seen Julie both Thursday and Friday night at
practice, and had a chance to talk with her, both Wendy and I were
surprised to see Julie and Linda walking down the hall towards our
room on Saturday.  They were carrying a big box between them and we
quickly rushed to help.

It felt strange to think of Julie and Linda as being the adults in
our small room, when my mind kept insisting that I was the eldest,
but I was pleased to be a young girl.

They knew Wendy and I loved each other, and had gone shopping to
help us set up our own place.  It was only because of their special
status with the school that they had the right to roam the hallways
and enter our room!

Linda and Julie had brought all kinds of housewarming gifts.  An
electric kettle, a teapot along with a box of tea and powdered milk
and sugar, a regular radio and some food and feminine hygiene
products.

All the food was packaged in cellophane, mostly snacks, cookies
and crackers and such, and they promised they would bring more the
next time they came.  I admonished Linda and reminded her that they
could not afford to be this reckless with their money, but she
shushed me and said that as of the start of the next semester, she
would be at the school every day to assist the school nurse, and to
teach!

I looked at her with a question in my eyes.

"I'm going to be teaching Sex-Ed!" she proclaimed with pride.

It seems that the regular nurse had no stomach for discussing
something that as a nun, she had no experience with.  Linda turned
out to be superbly qualified!

We carefully unwrapped the cups and saucers they had brought and
Wendy and I entertained our first, possibly our only guests ever,
that afternoon.  As a last surprise, before they left, Linda
presented us with two large bottles of body lotion.

"Ooo!" I said with a lascivious grin, "I know just."

"No!" she said smiling.  "It's not for that!  We want you girls to
start using this after you get out of the shower.  If you don't
take care of your skin now, you'll get dry and itchy skin."

"And it will look like you have dandruff," added Julie.  "But for
other special needs lubrication." she pulled a couple of bottles of
the stuff she had given me at the hospital out of her purse, "this
should tide you over for a while.  Though from the looks of the two
of you together.  You probably don't need it!"

Wendy blushed but I said thanks and gave them both a big hug.

After they left, Wendy checked out the radio and was thrilled that
we could pick up CKLW with it.  It was after all, 'the' rock
station that played all the latest songs.  Most radios couldn't
pick up the AM signal that came from Windsor.

We thought that having visitors in 'our' room was something really
special and had enjoyed entertaining Linda and Julie.  It was
really nice of them to take care of us, as we were legally too
young to do much of this ourselves.  We had just put everything
away when a knock sounded at the door.

It was Father Ed!  And he was holding two potted plants.  He
explained he just wanted to bring a little nature into our lives
and we thanked him very properly with big hugs!  He hesitated, and
I knew he was in a mood to talk, so why not go for broke and let
him see that we had set up housekeeping?

"Father Ed, we were just about to put the kettle on.  Would you
like a cup of tea?"

"Thank you, Patti, a cup of tea would go down just fine."

Wendy filled the kettle and I brought out some of the cookies that
Linda and Julie had left for us.  He just sat back in one of the
easy chairs and watched with amusement as we served him.

"How do you take yours, Father Ed?"  I asked.

"White with one," he replied.

"I'm sorry, Father Ed, we only have powdered milk."

"That's all right, Patti, there is a trick to it you know."

I grinned at him.  "You add the powdered milk from one spoon and
stir with a fork."

"Did your mother teach you that, then?" he smiled.

"Yes, Father, a long while ago," and I thought 'yes, a very long
while ago.'

He stayed for an hour or so, and eventually the conversation
worked around to the gardens outside the window.  I suggested we
could plant vegetables amongst the flowers to supply the kitchen,
and that brought another round of stories.

"You know, girls, St Ursula's was originally founded as a home for
unwed mothers.  Now, I have gone through the records and it seems
the Mother Superior at the time, one Sister Mary-Anne, was able to
marry most of them off to decent men."

"To help support the home, they planted gardens and sold the
produce into the surrounding community and everyone here was
expected to work in the gardens or inside, at least until the young
mothers got too close to term.  But most importantly, she taught
the girls who came here, some no older than you two.  It became a
rather strange mixture of convent and school with maternity
facilities.  Then she made a change, which set the path for the
school we have today.  Do you know what that was?"

I glanced at Wendy.  She was as entranced by his story as I, and
she shook her head.  "No, Father," I replied.

"She accepted girls who weren't about to become mothers.  I don't
know if she was looking for additional income for the school, or if
she was persuaded to take on the extra girls, but that was the
first step.  The school gained a name as a place where parents
could send their daughters to keep them out of mischief and receive
a good Catholic education.  That's pretty much as it is today
except that the school provides such an ideal learning environment
that now the school's reputation is for education.  However, there
are some odd links to the past, such as that scholarship which
brought you here, Patti."  He looked sad for a moment.  "I don't
know what brought that about, but I hope it has been a blessing in
disguise."

"Oh, yes, Father," I agreed enthusiastically.  "I think that it
was all for the best," I added, smiling at Wendy.

He smiled fondly at us.  "And now you girls and your teammates are
forging the future.  Do you know the school motto?"

We both shook our heads.  I didn't even know the school had a motto!

"Superbio factumi."

We must have worn equally blank looks.

"Loosely translated, it means 'be proud of your achievements'."

With that, he got up to leave, thanking us for a wonderful time
and asked if he might drop by again sometime, adding it had been a
pleasure to talk and share a cup of tea.

After the door shut behind him, Wendy just looked at me and went,
"Wow!"

"Yes, wow," I agreed.  "I think he could be a very good friend."

"But he's so old," she said.

"Oh, I don't know, he's only what, 55 or 60?  That's not much
older."  I saw her expression and hastily changed what I was about
to say, "compared to say, the Galapagos turtle, which lives for
five or six hundred years.  Honey, age difference is relative."  I
hugged her close, thinking I had a special perspective.

"Oh, Pete, I'll always love you, no matter how old you are!"

I hugged her closer, my tears falling on her hair.  "Thank you,
darling.  I'll always love you, too!"

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Father Ed said Sunday Mass, and his sermon was 'Being the best you
can be'.  Afterward, Mike and Anne took Wendy and me out for
lunch.  Our status had changed immensely thanks to being on the
volleyball team, and we only had to tell the duty nun we were going
out with my parents and when we expected to be back.

There must be a way of milking this, I thought idly as Wendy and I
sat in the back of the car, but I couldn't think of anything I
wanted that they weren't already giving me!

I have a fourteen-year-old girlfriend, I thought, and that brought
a weird combination of feelings - a flush of puppy love and a
realization that I loved - really loved!  - A girl so much younger
than myself!

I had two people - my new parents - who were looking out for me,
as well as Father Ed, and Sister Elizabeth Ann, and Sister Gabe,
and Linda and Julie.

I sniffled, and Ann turned around in her seat.

"Are you all right, Honey?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Mom, I'm just so happy!"

She turned back to gaze out the windscreen, but I'm sure not
before she saw Wendy's lips pursed as she drew my face down toward
hers.

Mike enjoyed the Ponderosa, so that's where we went.  Wendy and I
had rib-eye fillet steak with fries and salad.  As I told Wendy, we
weren't on a diet and God knows we burnt off enough calories in a
day, but as long as we were careful what we ate, we could enjoy
special treats like this.

Ann told us that she had cleared it with Sister Elizabeth and she
would pick us up on Wednesday before lunch to visit the dentist,
and although she understood we had volleyball practice after last
class, she had arranged an appointment with her hairdresser for
both of us girls.

We ate in companionable silence for a while, and then Mike turned
to us.

"You know," he said, "The strangest thing happened yesterday.  I
was up the ladder trimming the big tree out the front yard,"
gesturing with his fork, "and a boy just walked up and started
holding the ladder for me.  So I said, what you doing there?  And
he said 'I don't want to see you fall off the ladder.'  So he held
the ladder awhile, then he climbs up the ladder while I hold it,
and I tell you, he's got a better head for heights than me."

"I just got home from work," Ann chimed in, "and there's your
father just standing there looking up a ladder into the tree with
bits of leaf and tree falling down around him.  I wondered what on
earth was happening, and then I saw this boy up the ladder!"

'Einstein!'  I thought to myself, 'You just couldn't resist it,
could you!'

"And so your Mom did some sodas for us when we were finished, and
we got to talking.  Real nice young man, turns out he only lives a
couple blocks away, wouldn't take a cent for helping, either."

"He ended up staying for supper, after he had called his folks,"
Ann went on, "and he and your father got to talking electronics!"

"Yes, Pat - his name's Patrick, by the way, Patrick O'Donnell -
he's got some interesting ideas on where electronics will go in the
future.  I'm going to try getting him a part time job at the shop
helping out."

"And after supper, he even helped in the kitchen!"  Ann exclaimed.

"You should hear you two," I laughed.  "You sound like a double
act!  He really impressed you, huh?"

Ann looked at me, mortified.  "Oh.  I'm sorry, honey, I don't know
what we sounded like."

I took her hand.  "It's okay, Mom, he sounds like a really nice
boy.  Maybe us and his folks can get together one weekend and you
can introduce us."

I wondered how Einstein had felt getting a chance to meet and talk
to his former parents.  I hoped to have the same opportunity soon
myself.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

After lunch, Mike drove us back to the school.  Sunday shopping
was still years in the future, but we found an open drug store
where I bought a bottle of light pink nail polish, and being the
big spender that I am, I splurged on a packet of emery boards.

Later that night in our room I put a coat of polish on Wendy's toe
and fingernails, very much to her delight.

"You know this Patrick O'Donnell, don't you?"  Wendy asked
unexpectedly.

"What makes you say that?"  I replied, trying to be nonchalant
about it.

"I could see it in your eyes when your folks were talking about
him.  You weren't really surprised," she said, watching my eyes.

I smiled as I put a coat of sugar pink on her pinkie.  "Yes,
Honey, I know Pat.  I met him in the hospital after I had my
appendix out, but he was gone a couple days later."

"I won't push this, Pete," Wendy said weighing her words
carefully, "but I'm in love with you and I saw something today that
tells me you know this Patrick what-ever-his-name-was a whole lot
better than you know anybody else."

"O'Donnell," I said, looking up from her nails.  "His name is
Patrick Charles O'Donnell."  I smiled and returned my attention to
where I was painting her nails.  "And I suppose you could say I
know Pat reasonably well."

"What's he like?" she asked curiously.

"Well, he's got dark hair with a bit of curl in it, and he's quite
good looking, even if he doesn't think so himself.  He's a bit
shorter than me, but he'll probably grow up to be a bit over six
foot.  And he's quite nice now."

"Now?"

"It seems he used to be a bit of a troublemaker, but that stay in
hospital changed his life around."  I grinned, knowing Wendy
wouldn't know why.

"It changed your life around too, didn't it Pete?"

I looked her, startled.  "Yes honey, it did!"  I leaned to kiss
her lightly.  "And it was worth every bit of the pain!"

"Will I meet him?"

"One day, Wendy.  Maybe sooner than you think."

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Monday night, Wendy made love to me.

I'm not sure how it started.  We had been sleeping together since
we moved into our own room, although we swapped beds, and our
nighttime lovemaking continued with shared fondling, masturbation
and lots of loving kisses.

For the first time ever, in two lives, I knew what it was to love
and to be loved.

We had been kissing, gently lying on top of the sheets nude when
Wendy started to suckle my little tits.  Little they might be, but
they were sensitive and when Wendy wrapped her lips around my
nipples and pulled on the pink eraser nubs, my whole body
responded.  I clutched her head, holding it to my tit.

Wendy managed to squirm out of my grip and slid further down the
bed till she was at my navel.  I tried to tell her that she didn't
have to do anything more for me, but she just shushed me and said
she was cleaning the lint out of my belly button for me and, YES!
She stabbed her tongue into my belly while her fingers continued to
tease my nipples.

Ever so slowly, Wendy nibbled her way down, lightly nipping at the
sensitive flesh just above my pubes.  When she stopped to plant
dozens of kisses on my appendectomy scar, I knew for sure that she
was my lover for life.

I could smell my own juices, and involuntarily spread my legs.
Wendy shifted position and brought her face very close to my
vagina.  We still had a light on and it seemed she spent a long
time inspecting it, using her fingers to spread my lower lips while
she did a visual tour.  Then I felt the first tentative brush of
her tongue over my dripping hole.  I moaned.  This was so fucking
great!

What I thought was hesitancy on Wendy's part turned out to be her
idea of teasing me to the point where I was bursting with desire!
She softly licked at my clit, slid a finger into me and twisted it
around and then blew on my steamy snatch, letting my hot juices
cool on my skin.

My hands were starting to pull the sheets right out of the bed
when I couldn't take any more and I grabbed Wendy's head in my
hands and tried to force it into my cunt!

Wendy lightly bit and nibbled on my clit and all I saw was stars!
Stars were bursting all around me as I came like I had never come
before!  I was barely breathing after the first crash when Wendy
took me to a second climax and then a third!

My whole body felt like one big orgasm, and I was sensitive
everywhere!  As I rolled over and tried to stop myself from
hyperventilating by sticking my face in the pillow, Wendy dragged
her nails all over my ass!!!  I swear to God that if someone had
hollered "Fire" at that very moment I would have told them, "Fuck
it!  I'm not moving."

Wendy cradled me in her arms for a long time before my body
stopped quivering.  Then we kissed like we were possessed.  Our
legs intertwined and though I would have thought it impossible we
actually humped our twats on each other's leg bringing Wendy a much-
needed climax and giving me a final one for the night.

"Jesus, Wendy," I said.  "I've never had four in a night.  I love
you so much!"

Wendy said that she had wanted to give me the same pleasure I had
given her the night we won our first game, and then surprised me by
asking if we could try it like she had heard about: Doing it to
each other at the same time!

I laughed and said absolutely.  But another night.  I was
exhausted and was positive I would be walking bowlegged all day
tomorrow.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

I did walk a bit funny Monday morning as we headed to our first
class.  In my previous life I simply had never taken the time to
discover the joys that good oral sex brought to a woman.  Perhaps I
might have saved my marriage if I had or maybe had better
relationships with the women I dated afterwards.  Oh well. that was
all behind me now.  This time I was going to live my life with
feelings.  Not just my own, but those of others around me!

At practice that night, Sister Gabe addressed the team, saying she
had some interesting news for us.

"Shortly after lunch a boy called and asked to speak to me.  He
said that I should call him 'Einstein' and that someone on the team
would vouch for him."

She paused for a moment, looking around at us but thought better
of asking the question.

"He said that he went to Beal Tech!"

A murmur went through the girls.  Beal Tech, one of the strongest
teams in the competition!  It was also considered the best
engineering and technical school in the province and admission was
earned on the basis of academic excellence.  Though a public High
School, they had a waiting list of applications each year and it
was the only public school to come close to St. Ursula's in
academic achievement.

"He said that their TV station had obtained a copy of the film
taken by CFPL at the CCH game, and their sports department is using
it to study our moves and strategy!"

"Ladies, I believe this is legitimate.  So what shall we do next?"

"Well, WIN, of course!" said Wendy as if it was perfectly obvious,
and everyone started laughing.

"It sounds as if we have really stirred them up," added Annette.
"We'll have a real fight on our hands!"

"Right," said Sister Gabe.  "Let's all work on our game today and
by the time we meet Beal, we'll be ready for them.  Remember our
next game is against Saunders on Thursday.  Their court."

To be continued.

Thanks again for all the letters and support for "OMWF."
It is with genuine regret that I will not be able to keep posting on
a weekly basis.  For the time being I will have to drop to every
other week.  Real life invaded my fantasy life recently when low
life cowards stole and promptly crashed my car.  It was a write off
insurance wise.  I have had to search for a replacement, and deal
with the violation of my property.  I have not been able to write a
single word in two weeks now.  My replacement vehicle should be
ready in a few days, and hopefully this heavy feeling will go away
and I will feel more like writing.
Thank you all for your patience.

Peace
NH

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