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John and Carol - NiS and beyond - Week Three - Monday Afternoon

Jean 
Monday afternoon

Right after lunch, after John and Carol had left us, Tom and I went to
our lockers, getting stopped every so often, to get our things for
Spanish, History and Biology, the last three classes of the day for
us. I could see that Tom was glad of that. He actually smiled at me. 

On our way to Spanish class, Tom mentioned to me that he was getting
more used to the routine. I looked at his cock and for once it was
soft. I grinned at him and rubbed it with a finger. He jumped. His
cock started hardening and I grinned at him and ran ahead, making sure
he chased me. He did.

As we reached the room where Mrs. Sanchez teaches Spanish, Tom
mentioned that because of me, now he would need relief again, after
watching my naked body running down the hall. That happened just as we
entered the room and the class was all staring at us. 

I whispered to him, "Just ask for it. You don't have to pick me if you
don't want to. I won't be jealous," and we went to our seats just as
the second bell rang." He nodded and stroked his cock but stopped when
he received a less than appreciative look from Mrs. Sanchez.

"Alright class," she said, "before we start, do either of you Program
participants need relief?" The look on her face must have unnerved Tom
because I know that it unnerved me. We both declined. With that our
class proceeded and we went on til the bell rang. Both of us were
happy to be out of there. Mrs. Sanchez didn't look at or call on us
all period. I guess she didn't approve of the Program.

Sixth period History with Mr. Shaw was better. We gave each other
relief and Mr. Shaw even called on us to answer questions,
disregarding the fact that we were naked. That was cool.

Seventh period Biology with Dr. Jenkins was crazy. He is a retired
biologist and is teaching classes to take up time. He also said that
he likes it. Anyway, this time he had Tom and I sitting on two stools
in the front of the class describing our genitals. I felt all the boys
eyes focused on my spread pussy lips, which had been spread by Tom,
whose genitals, his cock and balls, everyone could clearly see. He
smiled at me and seemed to be enjoying himself, the rat!

When he smiled at me I looked at him and frowned, so he asked me what
was wrong. I told him to stop enjoying himself. He grinned. Yep, he
was enjoying himself, alright.

I was sure glad when that bell rang. I was never so embarrassed as
when he was standing there, his cock rubbing my leg as he spread my
most private parts open. After the bell, we both grabbed our things
and rushed to the front door. I couldn't wait to see the look on the
policeman's face when I walked out of school naked.


Tom
Monday afternoon

The day was going well (as well as I could expect it to, anyway)
through lunch. John and Carol seemed to be enjoying themselves. And I
will admit that that short time in the showers with the girls (ah,
those naked girls) will be a memory for me to cherish for as long as I
live.

Then when Jean stroked my cock in the hall, after all the other girls
had done it to me, and then having to watch as she ran away down the
hall towards Spanish class, got me hard again. I groaned as I rushed
after her, catching up to her just outside the class room. When I told
her that I needed relief again, she smiled and told me to ask for it. 

I was about to but Mrs. Sanchez' attitude wasn't something that made
me think she would approve. I was right. Both Jean and I refused
relief and spent the rest of the class being ignored. Of course, I
don't care too much for Spanish becaus I stink at it, so being ignored
was a blessing in its way.

Sixth period with Mr. Shaw was better. He treated us just like normal,
calling on us and even didn't mind when we asked for relief. This
time, I tried using my mouth on jean's pussy, making her writhe around
in her chair until she screamed out as she came. 

After cleaning her and myself, I kissed her. She looked at me funny. I
told her, "That's for being a friend today." She smiled at that and
kissed me back. Mr. Shaw stopped us from going further when he said
that he had a class to run, and it wasn't Biology. Everyone laughed at
that.

After that, we went to Biology with Dr. Jenkins. We didn't ask for
relief because we had had it only one hour before. However, may we
should have. Dr. Jenkins had us up in front of the class as he
explained the male and female reproductive system. 

Dr. Jenkins showed slides of the internal workings, then he used us as
live models. With plastic-gloved hands, he had my cock in his hands,
turning it this way and that. He was gentle when he moved my balls
around in their sac. I don't need to tell you what effect it had on my
cock.

After that, instead of doing it himself, he had me stand up and move
my stool aside to stand beside Jean. He told Jean to spread her legs
apart and let me touch her pussy. I didn't say no to that. Gently I
spread her lips apart so the class could get a good look as they
surrounded us. It was nerve-wracking as we each had their hands
touching us. 

I looked at Jean as I was spreading her lips apart. Her face was red
and she looked at me like she was embarrassed. Well, I guess I knew
how she felt, didn't I?

I smiled at her and she seemed to get angry just for a second. I
leaned ovber and whispered to her, "What's wrong? Am I hurting you?"

I heard her whisper back, "No. You are enjoying yourself much too
much." Then she grinned at me as we hear the last bell of the day. We
rushed to our desks and grabbed our things and raced out of the room
for our lockers, anxious to get out of there and get dressed. I don't
know about her, but I sure was.


Carol
Monday afternoon

When John and I got to History with Mr. Young, it was the first time
Mr. Young had seen John since two weeks before. Mr. Young asked how
John was doing and John assured him he was on the mend. We handed in
our homework and went to our desks. After Gym class and the showers,
neither of us needed relief so the class went on and then we headed
for Biology.

"Uh oh, Biology," John said, looking at me and grinning.

"Yeah, so?" I asked him as we walked down the hall. 

"Remember, last time? On Monday, Miss Landers said she may make use of
us as models in class on Tuesday, but she didn't have a chance. By
that time, I was in the hospital."

"That's right, John, so today, she'll probably grab the chance. Oh
boy," I said. I wasn't really worried but I wanted him to think I was.
By that time we had walked into the classroom and sat down at our
desks. Miss Landers called us up to the front as soon as the bell
rang.

"All right, class," she said, clapping her hands to gain our
attention. We sat up and grew silent. "Okay, now, as you remember, two
weeks ago," and she looked at us and grinned, "we had John and Carol
with us on Monday, but I was unprepared for them to take part in a
lesson on human sexuality, but now, we have a second chance. 

"John and Carol, please come up here and sit down on the stools. Thank
you. How has it been going today?"

John told her. "Not bad. There have been very few requests but I've
just put it down to the newness of the Program. But maybe there are
other reasons," he said and looked at his chest where he had the small
scar from his operation.

"Yes, it is possible that they are unused to the Program, or they may
be aware of what you have gone through and they don't want to press
you too soon. Tomorrow will tell, I suppose."

"That must be what it is," I said. "At least for John, but they
haven't asked to touch me, either, and here I paid special attention
to making it easy for them," I said, rubbing my pussy, which brought
laughs from the group.

"Yes, I see you have," Miss Landers said, smiling. "Very nice, but for
now, we're going to ask you take part in a discussion of male and
female masturbation techniques. I want the two of you to tell us just
what makes you feel good when you masturbate."

John and I looked at each other and John shrugged. He started off.
"For myself I guess seeing naked girls, one in particular, anyway," I
smiled at that, "and of course talking about sex, and thinking about
sex, and.." he grinned. "You guys get the idea. When I need to get
off, I usually think along those lines and rub myself, gripping my uh
penis," his cheeks blushed a little when he said that, "with my hand
and stroking it, keeping pressure on the bottom. As I do, I feel
tingles all through my body as I get more aroused and I start moving,
not just my hand but all of me in a small way as I get closer to the
edge. It really feels good when it happens. If you guys are inhibited
by what you have learned, try it, it won't hurt you and it does feel
good. It's also legal." He grinned at that.

"Well, thank you, John. I can tell that you enjoyed telling us about
that, just by looking at you." The class laughed at that as I could
see John's cock was completely hard. I reached over and stroked it
with a finger before Miss Landers coughed. I jerked my hand back and
blushed, just like a good little girl should. "Sorry," I said,
grinning.

"Okay, we've heard from John tell us about male arousal, now let's
hear from the distaff side of the equation, shall we? Carol?"

I sat there on my stool as Miss Landers sat back down at her desk, my
legs were spread slightly as I had placed my feet on the rungs of the
stool and was thinking about what I wanted to say. I could see the
boys all looking at me, and not at my face either. I blushed and tried
to close my legs but it was uncomfortable that way. I looked at John
and his eyes were staring where every other boy's was. I slapped his
arm. "Pervert," I said, grinning. "Ow," he said, grinning right back.

Getting serious, I looked at the class and told them, "Well for me, I
hadn't done it at all before I met John." That brought a few gasps
from peanut gallery. "That proves what a bad influence he was on this
poor innocent girl." I laughed as he reached over and put his arm
around me before sitting up straight on his stool again. "Anyway,
after I met him and we had sex that first night," there were a few
murmurs there. "Just for relief," I told them. "It had been a rough
day and he had some condoms his mom had given him so we did it. From
that point on I found that I needed it more and more. In bed at night,
while John was in the hospital and at his home, I found that rubbing
my nipples caused me to get a tingle in my whole body and especially
between my legs. And, like John mentioned, it helps to imagine a naked
boy, in my case, with a hard penis standing by my bed as I rubbed my
vagina." 

I admit it, I blushed at that point. I was still a good girl in my
heart, and talking to a whole classroom of kids about masturbation was
difficult for me. "Anyway, I was talking about getting myself off.
Well, as I learned from experience, one hand on my breast and one on
my vagina as well as a fervent imagination can do wonders for me. I
think I woke up my parents one night because I was so loud, something
which was very embarrassing, I can tell you. For those of you who
don't know me, my parents were always so strict and pure, they never
would have approved of my masturbating under their roof. But, because
of the Program, and because of John's association with us, they've
mellowed considerably and they are much better now. Thank God."

Miss Landers stood up and applauded us. "That was very good, both of
you. I know how difficult it must have been to talk about such a
personal subject." She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost
time for the bell. "Well, I was going to have you give us all a
demonstration of the methods you have described, but I see that there
is not enough time this period to do it or you justice, so we'll hold
it off until tomorrow. You may take your seats, unless you need relief
now, John?"

"No, thank you, ma'am," he croaked, standing up from the stool. "I can
wait until next period, I think."

"Very well, then, take your seats."

The rest of the few minutes left in the class was taken up by a
discussion of what they had talked about. Some disapproved of the
practice while others wanted to try it right then. Finally the bell
sounded and John and I went out into the hall and to Art class.


John
Monday afternoon

Man, that was one tough class. It was hard to talk about such an
intimate subject in front of our classmates, but hearing Carol's
description of her masturbation habits had me going. I was definitely
going to need relief in Art. I just hoped Miss Jenkins would let me
have it at the beginning, like it was supposed to be done.

As we walked into the room, my cock led the way. Carol tweaked it as
we went to sit down at our seats. I got her back, though. As we got to
our seats I tweaked her right nipple, making her squeak, and making
Miss Jenkins turn and look at us. I sat down and tried to look
innocent. It didn't work.

After the bell, I asked for relief and was called to the front of the
class where I had seen a couch sitting as we walked into the room.
Carol followed me up and I sat down on the couch, since there were no
chairs.

Carol knelt down beside me and looked at Miss Jenkins. 

"Now, before you begin, I want the class to draw you in this pose.
Relax, John, you'll have a chance to get relief in a few minutes.
Carol, wrap your hand around John's member like you are going to
masturbate him, then relax your head against him, looking at your
hand. Good. Comfy?"

We both groaned. There was no way I could last for the whole time she
would want us to stay in this position. Neither could Carol, I knew,
since I could feel her fingers flexing on my cock, getting ready to
stroke it. What had we done to deserve such torture?

Miss Jenkins looked at us and grinned. "Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and
get him off, Carol, and then he can get you off. From the sheen on
that pretty vagina of yours, you must need it as bad as he does it.
Class," she said, turning to them, "try to draw what you see. It won't
be perfect, because they'll be moving. Pick a position and keep it in
your mind as you draw. Proceed."

We had already proceeded as she was talking. Carol gripped my hard
cock and had begun to stroke it, looking from it to my face as she
stroked it. Looking at her nude body crouching there, it was only a
few seconds before I blew, about the fastest it had ever happened for
me.

After I had settled down, Carol stood up and sat down next to me after
she had gotten some tissues from Miss Jenkins to clean off her hand
and me. I wrapped my arm around her and we settled back and relaxed.
Well, a part of me relaxed. I leaned over and reached between her legs
and started fingering her as she sat there, her juices covering my
fingers. It wasn't long before she was writhing about on the couch as
I leaned my head over and took her nipple in my mouth. Umm, that was
good. Her hand held my head as my hand caught her clit and brought her
to an earth-shattering climax right there in front of the class. 

When she was composed, I told her, "Too bad Miss Landers in Biology
couldn't see that," and she grinned and said, "Yeah, maybe tomorrow.
We'll have to borrow this couch." 

Miss Jenkins called us to order then and we spent the rest of the
class just posing and separated. I guess she didn't want to give us an
excuse to do a repeat performance and maybe go too far.

When the bell sounded, we grabbed our things and headed for our
lockers and then the front door. When we got there we found Jean and
Tom, still naked, talking animatedly while other students fondled
them.

"Looks like Tom is fitting in nicely," Carol said, grinning.

"Yes, and Jean, too. That's good. They're good kids," I said.

"Yep, just like us," she said, grinning and taking my arm in hers. We
went over and greeted them.

"Well, guys, happy to be able to finally get dressed?" I asked them.

Tom looked at me. "What, and miss all the fun? I might just stay naked
all week."

"Yep, Tom's right. I like it," Jean said, grabbing his arm.

"Well," I said, "I guess we don't need to worry about you two
tomorrow. But we should get together at lunch, just in case there are
problems. As for staying naked all week, Tom, you can if you want.
It's legal for people our age. Carol and I did it the first day,
walking home naked, at least to my home. She wasn't quite ready for
her parents to see her that way just yet."

"You mean, if I wanted to, I could go home like this?" he asked,
spreading open his arms.

"Sure, but that depends on how your parents will react. The police
won't do anything, but there will be some people who will react
negatively to that. Do what you want though. Carol and I are."

Carol and I had already talked about it. It was a warm afternoon for
September and we thought maybe we'd walk home naked, just like we had
the first day. We said goodbye to Jean and Tom and grabbed our
clothes, such as they were, and packed them in our bags. Tom lived
near Jean's big house and so they said they'd go there together, in
all their naked glory. I wondered what their police protection would
think of that?

It was at that moment that a police car stopped at the curb in front
of the school. A policeman got out and walked up the walkway. He must
have been aware of the Program because he just nodded to us and walked
up to Jean and Tom. We watched as they walked naked to the car and got
in th back seat. 

"That must be her police protection," I said to Carol. She nodded.

After that, we walked to my house where I had a moment of weakness
just as we reached home and stumbled. It had been good for me up until
then. 

Carol
Monday afternoon

As John and I reached his home, he stumbled a bit on the sidewalk. I
had noticed that he was doing quite well that afternoon, but I guess
the walk home was too much for him finally. I managed to get him to
the porch where we sat there, naked and shivering a little from our
exertions. 

I waited until Mrs. Smith came out and explained to her what we had
done. She said we should have called and she would have picked us up,
but I admitted that that had never occurred to either of us. She was
nice enough not to say anything about us walking home naked. She had
certainly seen us that way often enough. 

When John was strong enough, we helped him up to his room. He settled
down on his bed and his mother left us alone. I looked at his desk and
saw two small boxes sitting on it. Going over and picking one up, I
showed it to John. "Looks like your mother expects us to pick up where
we left off before your accident," I said, grinning at him. I was
holding a box of condoms. 

John grinned. "I guess she does. But right now, I'm really not up to
it. That time in Art drained me. Honey, would you mind if we didn't do
anything just now?"

I went over and hugged him. "Of course not. We can do it tomorrow.
Anyway, I have to get home. I still have a couple assignments from
last week to do."

We hugged again and I left him there, resting. Even his cock was
resting. I guess it was a harder day for him that we thought.

I went home then and had supper, did my homework and went to bed. It
had been a tough day because I was sleep in minutes after hitting that
pillow.


John
Monday evening

When Carol left, I rested a while, studied some and had dinner. I was
glad that I had my cane. It had prevented me from falling out on the
street, thanks to Carol grabbing my arm. When our family got together
at the dinner, of course all of us were naked. Mom said we should make
this permanent but I said it should be done only in appropriate
weather. Dad agreed, not seeing the sense of us going naked in the
dead of winter. Mom saw the sense in this as well and also agreed. 

Sitting in the living room watching TV, Cindy climbed up on my lap. It
was nice, even if her small rear end caught my cock in the middle of
her cheeks. She wriggled around as she sat there, making me hard. She
thought it was funny. I finally had to make her get off as it was
getting uncomfortable. I rose, excused myself and said good night. It
was time for some personal time but I fell asleep before I could
finish.


Tom
Monday afternoon

As we stood there talking to John, Carol and some others, something I
am loath to do, a police car drove up and stopped at the end of the
walkway. I pointed it out to Jean. She told me that he was her police
protection and told me briefly about her family. I think she is one
brave girl. Especially after they tried to kill her in the hospital to
stop her from testifying.

The policeman came up to us and remarked lightly, "Well, I can see
that you two have nothing to hide." We laughed at that. I was prepared
to let Jean go alone but she insised that, since I lived only a short
way from her, I could ride with her. Since I had never ridden in a
policecar before, and the policeman didn't seem to mind, I decided to
do it.

As he got into the driver's seat, the man said, "So, you two are in
the Program I've heard about. That's brave. I don't think I could do
it. But, Miss Barons, how will your mother react to this? Do you want
to stop and put your clothes on?"

She thought about it and shook her head no. "I want her to know. She's
has changed a lot in the past few days since daddy left. She knows
about the Program, so I plan to practice some Outreach. I hope that
won't cause any problems for you of the others."

"Not for me, ma'am," the policeman replied. "However, there are some
men on the force who aren't so complimentary of it. Just try it today
to see how it goes. Okay?"

He smiled at her in the rear view mirror as we pulled up in front of a
large house with two police cars standing out in front. She must be
really important to them to spare three cruisers and men from
patrolling.

I got out when the man opened the door and turned to offer my hand to
Jean. She smiled and took it as a man and a woman walked up. The woman
hugged Jean.

"Mom," Jean said. "I hope you don't mind. Tom and I were chosen to be
in the Program this week. We decided to just keep it up since it's
legal."

"No, Jean, I don't mind, but what effect will it have on these
policemen. I think you should dress until you get home after school,
then undress in the house. Okay?"

At least she didn't scream at her, like dad would have done to me.

Jean nodded and we all went into the house. I wanted to stay but I
knew if I did, dad would be mad. I dressed in the hall, explaining to
them about how I had to get home. I told Jean that I'd see her in
school the next morning. Before leaving, I kissed her in front of
everyone before going home to meet my fate.


Jean
Friday afternoon

It was good to get home, even with the policemen. After Tom had left,
I talked a while to mom and the cops, then I went to my room. I went
upstairs and dressed in shorts and a blouse. I wore slippers on my
feet but it wasn't really needed. The floors are all carpeted. 

Going downstairs I heard mom talking to the three cops in the living
room.

"How could they do that to her. Don't they know the strain she's
under? Being nude, she has no protection whatever. I ought to call
that principal and give him a piece of my mind."

That was when I walked in. I looked at mom and said, "It's fine, mom.
I had fun today. I even managed to bring Tom out of his blue funk he
was in this morning. And our friends John Smith and Carol Rogers were
a big help, too. 

"You remember, John was in the hospital room with me and saved my life
a couple of times. They went a day and a half two weeks ago until John
had a heart attack and had to go to the hospital. It was partly due to
my stupidity, I guess. Although he did tell me that if I hadn't given
him that lotion, he could have died."

She smiled at me and said, "Yes, I remember John. He was aleep when I
visited that one day. He seemed like a nice boy. And Tom seems nice,
too. Although, I suspect he has troubles of his own."

I nodded. One of the policmen inquired about him. When I told him whp
Tom was, he frowned. "I know his father. I have never met a more angry
man. From what I know of him, he blames his son for his wife's death.
She died at his birth. He has never forgiven his son for taking his
wife from him." He shook his head. "We'll have to watch him."

I felt sad for Tom then. "Is there anything you can do?" I asked them.

"Unless he is hurt in some way, I'm afraid not. But we'll watch him.
Since you go to school with him maybe you can get some more
information about his situation. He seems to like you."

I nodded. "I'll try," I told them. Then I went upstaiirs to do
homework. I stripped off before that, preferring to be naked in my
room. It felt so good to be that way. No constrictive clothes.

After supper, I watched some TV, took a shower and went to bed. It had
been a long day.


Tom
Monday evening.

I got home a little after 3:30. I ran from Jean's house. Dad wasn't
there so I started cleaning up the house, then I did the dishes after
I started supper. It was my duty to have supper ready when dad got
home. I don't know why I even bothered, though. No matter how good it
was, he always complained. Sometimes I just wish he'd beat me, then
maybe I could be put in a home with someone who appreciates me.

As I finished supper, dad came in the front door. "Supper ready yet?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Good. I need to talk to you."

"Why? What have I done this time?" I asked him backing away.

"Nothing," he sighed and sat at the table. "Nothing, son," he said
again.

This was strange. The only time he ever talked to me was when he
thought I had done something wrong. He actually seemed sorry about
something.

"The thing is this, Tom," he said, looking up from his plate after I
had served him, "for years now, I've been blaming you for Karen's
death. I knew deep down that it was wrong, but something wouldn't
really believe that you weren't at fault. Lately, I've been going to
an analyst, and she's been explaining to me that what I've been doing
to you is wrong, and if I didn't stop, I might lose you, my last link
to her. You have a part of her in you. If I lose you, then she's gone
forever."

He looked at me with the eyes of a broken man. I sat down when my legs
got weak. Were my prayers finally being answered?

"Is it too late to start over?" he asked me plaintively.

"I don't know, dad. I always tried to tell you that I wasn't
responsible, but you never seemed to hear me. I'd like us to be
closer. Maybe we can try?"

I sat there across from him and dared to hope. I was surprised when a
tear ran down his cheek. Looking up at me, he said, "I'll try if you
will."

I gave him a weak smile. "Done," I told him, extending my hand. He
took it and we shook. Maybe things would still look up here finally. 

After supper and the dishes were done, I told him the news.

"Dad, I'm in the Program," I said simply.

He looked at me and asked, "What program?"

"The Naked in School Program. I have to go naked all week. I have a
girl partner. Of course she's nude as well."

I stopped talking and just sat there looking at him as emotions from
surprise to furious rage flickered over his face. Finally he asked me,
"So, how was it?"

That was all, no rage, no fury, no blame. I was confused. I shrugged.
"At first, it was a blur. I know that I undressed in front of two
girls..."

"Wait. You said that you had a girl partner. One girl. You just said
two girls, as in plural. Where'd the other come from?"

"She is part of another team. Both her and my partner, Jean Barons,
were naked with another guy. It was weird. I don't really know what
happened in first or second peiod, but third period was great. I got
relief," I told him, grinning.

"Uh relief?"

I left the room and found my pamphlet which I gave to him. He studied
it for a few minutes. "It says here that you have to let girls touch
you, and you have to shower in the girls' shower room. Where was this
when I was young?" he said.

"It wasn't time for it, then. This is twenty-first century. Things are
changing a lot."

"So, you made it through okay?" he asked me.

"Yes, after mid-morning. Jean and I gave each other relief in third
period. That was great. The afternoon was only so-so. One of the
teachers seemed to be against the Program and so Jean and I weren't
called on all period. But in Biology, we were living models."

"Living models?"

"Yeah. We're supposed to help teachers in class demonstrations. This
was Biology and we were studying the reproductive system. I had to
show my penis and scrotum, which wasn't such a harship since it's on
show anyway, but Jean had to show her vagina, and it was very
embarrassing to her."

"Um, I'll bet. Jean Barons, you say? Why does that name ring a bell?"

"From what I was told, she turned state's evidence against her father
and his gang when she was in the hospital in order to get out of going
to jail herself for having a forbidden substance on her at school.
 From what I heard, she got it from one of her dad's accomplices and it
put the first boy in the hospital. But it turned out to be a good
thing. He could have died. He had a hole in his heart. He fine now."

Dad shook his head and stood up. "Gene Barons is in jail? That's
great! I knew him when he was a kid. He never was any good. Good
riddence to bad rubbish."

He came over to me and I stood up as he patted my back. It was getting
late and I needed to get to bed. Tomorrow was anothe naked day and I
wanted to be prepared. 

I hugged dad. That was a first. He never let me get near him, even
when I was a little boy. "I think this went well, don't you?" I asked
him.

He actually smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's a start. Good night,
Tom."

I went to my room, spent an hour and half doing homework, packed up my
bag and stripped. After going naked all day, being naked in bed was
pleasant for once. It wasn't long before I was asleep and dreaming of
the next day.

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