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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 17


My Master was going out for the evening without me, which he did
occasionally. He had his friends and social gatherings where a slave
wouldn't be welcome or appropriate and I understood that. I didn't
resent it at all, but now I did have the small and not totally
unreasonable fear that Mr. Reiser would be spending some of that time
looking for a wife.

I'll admit I didn't completely appreciate the way having a proper
family would elevate him socially and professionally, but I was just a
negra anyway. I understood his desire to have a child though and it
was difficult to argue with that, even with myself as I lay alone on
the bed. I'd gone to the slave quarters above the garage, just because
I wanted to be alone. Lilah was helping Mercy in the kitchen and Tom
Henry was working outside, weeding between the bricks in the walkways
around the house. Mr. Reiser had a gardening service, but those weeds
grew faster than anything else it seemed.

I'd felt bad about Delilah and her being sterilized and I'd only
grudgingly accepted the fact that it wasn't up to her if she ever had
a baby or not. It was her master's decision and he'd made it and that
was the world we lived in. It wasn't her body, no more than I owned
mine, not while I was a slave anyway. I belonged to a white man and if
he wanted to do something like that to me, have me sterilized or
castrated or whatever, Mr. Reiser could do it and I'd accept it. There
wasn't any choice in it, but it still made me feel bad for the girl,
mostly because her master hadn't told her. He shoulda done that much
anyway and if he had it wouldn't have bothered me nearly so much, I
didn't think.

That took a good hour out of the day, coming to that conclusion and by
then I was restless and it was still early, just a little past four
maybe. Mr. Reiser was gone already, I'd heard him drive out of the
garage beneath me and I'd frowned at that, reminded that there were a
whole lot of things I had no choice in. I wandered back downstairs
finally, not wanting to do anything and wishing I could do something.
Being a bedroom negra without a hard man to be with wasn't much fun at
all.

The day was a bright one and still warm, almost hot as summer comes
along quick after a short Tennessee spring. This year was gonna be a
hot one anyway, everybody said so and I believed it. I spied Tom Henry
working back by the pool, pulling those weeds cause the bricks were
old and cracked, with large gaps in places. The house itself was old
too, rebuilt just after the First Civil War, and once upon a time it
had been part of a real plantation growing cotton mostly. After the
war the land got sold off in parcels to carpet baggers and Northern
profiteers. The Federals took some and gave it to the niggers for
reparation, handed it out in little plots so they could build their
shacks and have their bastard children, and sharecrop for the white
men they used to slave for.

Now it was my Master's house, sitting in an exclusive neighborhood and
serving as a reminder of the glory days gone by. There wasn't any
plantation anymore and I thought that was too bad. I wondered what it
would have been like to be a house negra back a hundred and fifty
years ago, a bedroom slave for a man who owned a hundred others.
There'd be a crowd of blacks bent over in the sun, women and children
singing while picked cotton, the men working the machinery and bailing
raw cotton onto wagons for the short ride to the river and the big old
steamers running north and south. And I'd be sitting on the porch,
close to my Master and whispering cool words in his ear under that
warm sun to make him smile and stroke my hair.

That was how I wished it was and it made me sad to see just the one
boy, Tom Henry, pulling weeds all by himself. Mr. Reiser was right, I
decided, we did need more slaves round the house. Maybe not so much
for the work, but just for the sake of appearance. A white man should
have some niggers around and I started thinking I'd have to mention
that once in awhile to my Master. Put a little bird in his ear, cause
that was part of my job too, being his woman like I was. Course it
didn't hurt none that Tom Henry was so respectful of me. I have to say
I was impressed with his manners and I liked the way he dropped his
eyes when he spoke to me now. That boy knew it was my house, Lilah
too, and Mercy was just mothering me, I understood that, minding me
like an old hen because Mr. Reiser expected her to.

"Hey Tom Henry." I said some short while later, after I'd gone
upstairs and put on a bathing suit.

Being such a pleasant afternoon I decided it was too nice to sit
inside and besides, I'd just gotten that new bikini and I was longing
for an excuse to wear it.

"Afternoon ma'am." Tom Henry straightened himself up and looked at me,
not in the face, but all up and down my body and that pleased me.

"You ain't gotta ma'am me, Tom Henry." I giggled, even though I didn't
want him to stop. "I ain't nothing but a negra."

"Ma'am." He cleared his throat and I shook my head.

"You stop pulling those weeds for bit. I have some work for you now."
I told him, setting my straw beach bag down and spreading my towel on
a lounge chair.

"Alright." He nodded slowly and he was a good looking young man, damp
with sweat now and wearing dungaree pants and rough cotton shirt
buttoned in the front.

I smiled at his approach, lying down on my stomach with that lounger
horizontal. I folded my arms under my cheek and looked at him. I was
wearing just a little red bikini, the top very small, with tight thin
cups to hold my breasts, tied with strings around my neck and back.
The bottom of it was full, but only so it would hide my penis and
testicles properly. I'd have much preferred a thong, but that wouldn't
be hardly practical in public. This bikini hid my boyish charms just
fine though and still gave a real nice view of my firm round ass.

"Reach into that bag there and find my lotion, I want you to put some
on me." I said lazily.

"Uh...Yes ma'am." Tom Henry licked his lips and took off his work
gloves, tucking them into his back pocket.

"How do you like it here, Tom Henry?" I asked him.

"Just fine." He shrugged.

"Hmph." I smiled. "I suppose you'd say that anyway, huh?"

"Well, I ain't been whipped yet." Tom Henry said, finding my baby oil
and looking at it. "This here?"

"Yeah, that one. Put it on my back for me." I nodded.

"How do you like it here?" He surprised me and I sighed as I felt his
hand, now cupping some oil, pressing to my skin.

"Me?" I giggled softly. "I like it just fine."

"I heard you was freeborn." The boy said. "That true?"

"Yeah." I nodded slightly and his hands were strong and gentle, moving
over my back slowly.

"I ain't never met a freeborn negra before." He told me.

"Really?" I smiled at that. "Do you like being a slave?"

"Do I like it?" Tom Henry laughed. "What do you mean by that?"

His hands were moving along my spine and I gave a little shimmy of
pleasure, the way his fingers would ride up my dark oily skin slow.

"Untie that string there." I sighed, "It's getting in the way."

"Alright." He said softly and I felt him tugging at my bikini and then
it fell loose at the sides of swollen breasts as I lay upon them.

"I mean how do you like being a slave, that's all." I answered him.

"Ain't no like or dislike." He told me, and now his hands were going
all the way up and down unhindered. "It just is."

"I like it." I'd long decided. "Get my shoulders too, Tom Henry."

"You ain't no slave anyway." He chuckled. "Not if you can ask a
question like that."

"Is that right." I said giving a little groan as his hands worked my
shoulders nicely.

"A negra like you, shoot...I heard of it."

"Heard of what?"

"Heard about freeborn negras and ya'all living in big houses and
driving fancy cars and all that." Tom Henry shrugged.

"Is that so." I giggled.

"You got a daddy, right?" He asked me and I nodded. "Got a big house
too, I bet."

"Not real big." I replied.

"But he got one." Tom Henry moved his hands under my armpits and then
lower, brushing the sides of my tits. "Got himself a real wife too,
huh? Rings and all that?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "My daddy got all that."

"And now you here, sitting by a swimming pool, getting yourself all
rubbed up and down by your own personal house nigger." Tom Henry
chuckled. "And you gonna ask me if I like being a slave?"

He lifted his hands and sat back on his heels.

"Don't stop." I moaned. "You aren't done yet."

"I need to get back to my work." The boy said. "Fuckin the Master's
pet negra ain't gonna get me nothing but whipped."

"What?" I felt my blood rising with some humiliation then.

Tom Henry was standing up, wiping his hands on his pants and reaching
into his pocket for his gloves.

"You can't talk to me like that!" I lifted my head, staring at him and
I was hot all over with my heart thumping. "I'll whip you myself!"

"You sure don't talk like a slave neither." He smiled at me and I sat
up, my tits falling free under my loose bikini, hanging now by the
string around my neck. "But you is fine, ma'am. Yes you is, one fine
bedroom negra."

"Get back here!" I yelled, but the boy was walking away from me. "Tom
Henry, get your ass back here now!"

I felt my throat burn and that just made me all the more mad and
screaming like I was would give me laryngitis for three days if I
wasn't careful. I ripped at my top in annoyance, struggling to untie
it briefly so I could throw it away from me and I half ran topless to
the house and into the kitchen.

"What's wrong with you?" Mercy looked at me and Lilah shrank a little
in her chair, she was cutting up some tomatoes at the table.

"I want that nigger whipped!" I said, staring at Mercy and shaking
with anger. "I want him whipped now. Right now!"

"Whipped? What that boy done?" Mercy had been cutting up some meat and
now she washed her hands, looking at me over her shoulder.

"He...Insulted me." I said, fighting to keep my voice down. "He was
talking bad about me and refusing to do what I told him to and..."

"Shoot." Mercy grinned. "I thought he done raped you, girl!"

"What? He insulted me! He was talking back like I'm some kinda..."

"Some kinda negra?" Mercy was laughing. "That's what you is."

"It's not funny." I hissed. "I want that boy whipped. I'll do it
myself."

"You gone have to talk to suh bout that, girl." Mercy said. "Ain't no
whipping round here but he say so."

"You whip me all the time!" I said too loudly and I swallowed hard.

"That ain't no whippin!" Mercy shook her head. "See? You done even
know what you's askin for."

"You ain't gonna do it?" I stared at her.

"No, I ain't gonna whip that boy." Mercy said. "An you ain't gonna
neither. Get yourself outside now, we's working negras in here."

"Fuck!" I jerked my head hard and caught Lilah staring at me. "What're
you looking at?"

"N-Nothing, ma'am." She looked down quick and Mercy gave me an evil
look and I left then, going upstairs so I could lie down and be mad.

That stupid nigger. So what if I wanted to play with him, maybe fuck
him? Our Master wasn't going to be mad about that, if he was, Mr.
Reiser would have told me. He'd seen me playing with Tom Henry at the
kitchen table earlier and hadn't minded at all. Stupid Tom Henry. He
didn't have any reason for talking to me like that. I was trying to be
friendly and be nice, be his friend even, and he starts talking about
my daddy? That boy didn't know anything about me. He was just a dumb
slaveborn nigger and I was gonna see him whipped for embarrassing me
like that.

"Ma'am...Dani?" Delilah's soft voice woke me up and I hadn't even
realized I'd fallen asleep. "Mercy says you gotta come down and eat."

"She's says I gotta?" I blinked and stretched and made it sound like I
wasn't gonna do any such thing.

"Well..." Lilah looked around nervously. "...Would you, please?"

"I'm not hungry." I frowned at her and almost started getting mad
because she was in our Master's bedroom. My bedroom and she wasn't
supposed to be. Nobody was, except me and Mr. Reiser.

"I cooked up some sweet potatoes an...and some pork cutlets." Lilah told
me. "I thought you'd like that maybe."

"Mercy let you cook?" I asked and the girl nodded.

"She watched me mostly."

"So you know how?" I don't know why I didn't think she could, I
suppose because I just thought she was a bedroom negra.

"Course I do." She smiled at me. "Please?"

"Yeah, okay." I sighed. "That Tom Henry down there?"

"Yeah...Yes." Lilah sucked her lips. "We're waiting on you."

"I'll be down in a minute, after I get dressed." I decided and Lilah
smiled at that and left me finally.

Mercy was getting pretty smart, I thought, sending the girl up here to
fetch me instead of coming herself. If Mercy told me to come eat I'd
have slammed the bedroom door in her face, maybe. Or at least rolled
over and ignored her. She'd take that razor strop to me just cause it
was a new moon, but she wouldn't whip that Tom Henry when he deserved
it? I was still mad about that and if Mercy wasn't about sixty years
old I'd have had her whipped too.

I didn't dress up for dinner of course, since it was just us slaves
eating in the kitchen tonight, but I thought about it. I thought real
hard about putting on one of my thousand dollar dresses and some
pearls and diamonds, and making my face up beautiful. That would have
put Mercy in a real spin if I'd done that. I contented myself with
dressing normally, which meant nice enough anyway, since my Master
didn't waste money on buying ugly clothes. I didn't own but one pair
of pants and those were some old jeans I'd brought with me from home.
They didn't fit my hips anymore, now that I finally had some.

"You didn't have to wait for me." I said, coming into the kitchen
about fifteen minutes after Lilah had woken me up.

"You gonna learn you ain't the only negra in the house no more." Mercy
said and pushed me into a chair.

"What does that mean?" I rolled my eyes and looked at Tom Henry who
was pulling up a chair of his own, looking washed up and wearing a
clean, if somewhat faded shirt. It had buttons and a collar and
everything, oh my!

"We got a household now." Mercy said and she and Lilah were putting
food on the table. "You ain't a real slave, so's I spect that don't
mean nothing to you, huh."

"I'm not a real slave?" I stared at her and then looked at Tom Henry.
"That's you talking, ain't it?"

"You leave him be." Mercy told me.

"He's got his opinion." I said. "He didn't have any problem talking
this afternoon."

I was feeling like they'd just invited me down so they could gang up
on me or something and I gave Lilah a dirty look, but she was
innocent. She bit her lip and turned around quickly. It could be I'd
come in looking for a fight too, but I wasn't going to admit it, not
even to myself, so I put that thought out of my head.

"You're the lady of the house." Tom Henry looked at me. "And I don't
know why you don't like me none, right from the first time you saw
me..."

"You think I was trying to get you in trouble?" I snorted.

"Ain't you?" He was looking me directly in the eyes. "Grabbin me in
front of the Master like you was. Askin me to rub some lotion on your
back like that."

"He isn't going to care." I laughed at him. "I don't know where you've
been, but..."

"I've been a slave, that's where I've been." Tom Henry told me. "The
house I grew up in, a nigger play around with the master's negra like
that's gonna get hisself in a tree."

"In a tree?" I rolled my eyes." What's that mean? Get himself in a
tree?"

"He means a lynchin." Lilah said softly and she was sitting down next
to me.

"A lynchin?" I frowned at her. "What? Like hanging?"

"Yes ma'am." Lilah nodded and Mercy was sitting down on the other side
of me. "That's the truth."

"You're crazy." I looked between Lilah and Tom Henry. "Nobody gets
hanged no more, that's just a bunch of lies."

"It don't happen like it used to mayhaps." Mercy said. "But they's
plenty niggers get lynched nowadays too."

"That's just abolitionist talk." I looked at Mercy. "You oughta know
better. You're gonna get in trouble for that."

"You're the one oughta know better." Tom Henry told me and everytime
that boy opened his mouth I bristled.

"Well there ain't nobody gonna get hung around here, just whipped." I
said pointedly to him.

"Shush now, we gone say grace." Mercy told me and we were quiet for a
minute while she prayed over the food and at least this time she left
me out of it.

"See...The house like I worked at before, there was a lot of slaves.
More than here." Lilah was saying a few minutes later. "So we was like
a family that way, like you'd be my sister and Tom Henry like my
brother, you know?"

"What for, if you're just gonna get sold or something?" I shrugged and
I was getting some of those sweet potatoes.

"That's enough for you, right there." Mercy was taking the spoon away
and I just had a little on my plate.

"Mercy!" I frowned.

"You gone get fat the way you eat." Mercy shook her head and Mr.
Reiser had told her to make sure I stayed on my diet and it didn't
include a whole lot of sweet potatoes, that was for sure.

"If you get sold, you're just going to another family that way, see?"
Lilah was answering my question.

"So all the slaves are part of one big family, huh?" I giggled at
that.

"You don't know." Tom Henry said around a mouthful of pork cutlet.
"You grew up with a ma and pa right there to feed you and wash your
little black butt before you went to bed."

"Leave my little black butt out of it." I grinned at him, but I was
more than a little annoyed and he knew it.

"I didn't never know who my daddy was." Lilah shrugged.

"Don't matter." I told her. "Your daddy was white anyway."

"My daddy wasn't white and he got sold when I was bout three years
old, my momma when I was four." Tom Henry told us. "I didn't have
nobody cept the other slaves to raise me."

"And that's why you figure I ain't a real slave, huh?" I shook my head
at him. "Cause I know who my daddy is? Cause I can go visit my parents
every week if I want to?"

"You visit your parents?" Delilah blinked at me and I smiled at her.

"Every Sunday." I nodded.

"Yeah, like that." Tom Henry agreed with me. "You been a slave for
what? A year? Some rich white man comes along and wants a new bedroom
negra, so you gonna be his girl for a couple years, maybe five and
then he's just gonna let you go."

"They don't never let us go." Delilah said softly.

"That ain't my fault." I said, feeling kind of defensive about it.

"Ain't sayin it's your fault, just sayin what it is." Tom Henry
shrugged.

"Sounds like you're complaining about it." I told him. "Like one of
those malcontents or something. You hear that Mercy? Tell this boy how
he don't get to want, ain't that what you're always saying to me?"

"The boy's tryin to explain bout how black is family." Mercy said to
me. "Ain't none of us white and we ain't never gone be white, this
heah is what we got."

"Our Master is our family, yours and mine, Mercy." I stared at her.
"You know it too."

"He's my suh, that's a fact." Mercy nodded. "And right now he's holdin
on to you tight, but that done do these two a lot of nothing, do it?"

"You people are like from another planet." I laughed and sat back a
bit in my chair. "What do you want from me anyways? I don't even know
what you're saying."

=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hmmm...What did she say then?" My Master asked me and I was undressing
him slowly, kneeling naked on the floor while he held my shoulders.

"I don't know." I told him, pulling his trousers down. "Lift your leg...
I left after that."

"Heh." He took a breath and nodded and Mr. Reiser was a little drunk.

"I want that boy whipped." I said, pulling those pants of his left
foot. "He was insulting me...Other foot now."

"Insulting, eh?" Mr. Reiser nodded.

"He was insulting you too, Master." I told him.

"Sounds to me like he just didn't want to fuck you." Mr. Reiser
laughed and I looked up sharply.

"He's just a houseboy isn't he?" I asked, somewhat rhetorically. "He's
supposed to do what I say and if I want him to fuck me, then..."

"He better fuck you, right." Mr. Reiser grinned and I had his pants
off.

Mr. Reiser's right hand moved to my head, stroking my hair as I pulled
his boxers down, exposing his flaccid white penis.

"He was disrespectful and he needs to be whipped. You're gonna have
him whipped, right?" I leaned forward kissing my owner's cock and I
could smell it.

"Uh...Dani...You might wanna let me take a shower..." Mr. Reiser chuckled.
"I've been fucking..."

"Someone's ass..." I giggled. "...Smells like nigger ass too."

I opened my mouth, getting down a little as that penis was hanging
there, and coming up to take him between my lips. I could taste the
acrid, almost bitter flavor of someone's asshole on him, but I didn't
care.

"He had a pretty ass..." Mr. Reiser sighed, pulling me harder to him as
I felt his soft penis stirring in my warm wet mouth. "...Oh baby...Yeah, I
need that...Suck it."

"Mmmm..." I sighed and worked my tongue all over my Master's cock,
feeling it grow strong and thick until my mouth was full of him. I
sucked greedily then, making loud noises as I bobbed my head, fucking
him with my mouth and swallowing the juices quickly.

"You're gonna whip him right?" I breathed, pulling my lips away and
stroking my Master's cock in my fist.

"Dani..." He looked down at me.

"Just whip him, so he won't ever treat me like that again." I said,
pulling his cock to my face and sliding it across my dark pretty
features. "Please, Master. He embarrassed me...Don't you love me?"

"You know I love you, but a whipping isn't a little thing."

"You know I love you." I sighed, taking him once more in my mouth and
this time I took all of him, opening my throat and letting his
cockhead find it, sliding the full length of the man inside me until
my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

"Ohhhh Christ..." Mr. Reiser groaned and he had both hands on my head
now, fucking my throat as he held me still.

"Ummphhh..." I pulled away after a minute or two of throating him good.
I was breathing heavily and dripping saliva and precum out of my slack
mouth so it spilled onto my heaving breasts. I moved my body up,
taking his cock between my tits, pushing them together with my palms
and trapping his big wet cock between them with my fingers. I moved my
whole body, fucking him that way while I kissed his stomach and looked
up with my big brown eyes.

"Please? Master...Whip him for me. He hurt me the way he was talking..." I
pouted. "...He was laughing at me."

Mr. Reiser was thrusting with his hips, bending his knees so he could
help me work his swollen penis between my firm round breasts and I
dropped my chin, loosing a large dollop of spit that landed on the
head of his cock and was quickly spread into the soft warm valley it
traveled. He was feeling good, nodding and holding my shoulders again,
squeezing me as he worked his cock back and forth.

"If you love me, you'll do it." I whispered. "You'll whip that boy
good, Master."

"I should whip you." He chuckled and then opened his eyes. "You want
Tom Henry whipped?"

"That's what I've been saying!" I kissed his stomach. "Don't tease me!
Am I the mistress of the house, or ain't I?"

"You remember this." He told me. "You remember how bad you want it."

"I won't forget." I kissed him again. "Please? Teach that boy his
place, Master."

"I'll have him whipped." Mr. Reiser finally said and then he was
pushing me down. "Just like you want, Dani."

"Thank you...I knew you would..." I breathed, getting my legs around my
Master's waist as he took me right there on the carpet.

I pulled him to me hard, his lips finding mine just as his slippery
cockhead found my already lubricated anus and he pushed into me
easily, sliding six inches deep with the first thrust and the
remainder of his cock filling me a heartbeat later. I sucked his
tongue like it was a penis, my lips around it and sucking the tip
while I dug into his back with my heels, urging him to fuck me deep
and hard. It was almost three in the morning and I'd been waiting all
night for this, needing it and worrying and wondering if I'd be able
to get what I wanted.

Now I had it. That Tom Henry was going to get a real whipping and the
next time I told that boy to do something, he'd jump out of his skin
to do it quick. Telling me I wasn't a real slave, or how we were all
one big black family, that was all nonsense. I was Mr. Reiser's negra
and he was making love to me, sliding his big white cock into my body
nice and I was taking it for him. I was hot inside and tight and
kissing the man hard because I belonged to him. That boy didn't know a
damn thing about me. I was all slave, all the way down to the marrow
in my bones and I didn't ever want to be anything else.

"Fuck me...Fuck me, Master...Give me that big white cock...Oh God!" I was
cumming, just from being fucked like that, my hard black penis being
rubbed between us and Mr. Reiser was making me cum while he loved me.

"Little whore...Danielle...Negra slut...You fuck good..." He was grinning at
me, looking down into my face and feeling my girl cock spasm against
his stomach.

"Yeah...Yes..." I giggled. "...I fuck good...I want to fuck you good..."

We moved so he could get my legs over his shoulders and really drill
my boy cunt deep. This was our favorite position and I was smiling,
feeling nothing but pleasure as my Master bent me, doubled over with
my knees near my shoulders, my ass and lower back rolled high off the
carpet and giving the man's prick a straight shot into the deepest
parts of my bowels. He rocked me for five minutes like that, taking me
as hard as he wanted too and it burned slightly, making me wince at
the small discomfort that even a year of being fucked like that
couldn't remove, but I loved that as much as any of it. It reminded me
that I was his girl, his negra sissy cunt to fuck any way he wanted
and I was begging the man for his cum.

"Cum inside me...Master...Fill my ass...Fill my cunt...Please...Please..."

"Ughhhh..." He made a face, thrusting hard and then hard again, his
penis stabbing into the soft sensitive flesh at the bottom of my
rectum and I gasped with the awful ecstasy of it.

I was bursting inside with the fire of our union and I pulled his
mouth to mine once more, my body crushed and tangled beneath his
weight. My Master was cumming, shooting his orgasm into my ass and I
worked to squeeze myself around him, contracting my anus and rectum as
if I could milk his cock for every precious drop. I wanted it all and
forever and I refused to let him go for a long while, until his
softening cock finally slipped free of its own accord.

I took Mr. Reiser to bed after that, washing us both clean and
cuddling against him in the dark. He fell asleep quickly, but I had a
harder time, feeling excited in the knowledge that my Master was going
to whip Tom Henry for me. It would teach all of them, I thought,
Delilah and especially Mercy, that I wasn't just some house slave they
could ignore or treat like any other negra who happened to come along.
I was Mr. Reiser's bedroom negra, his mistress and lover and it
elevated me above those slaveborn fools. They'd see how wrong they
were about me, and after that nigger was whipped, Tom Henry would fuck
me. I'd make sure of that too. He'd be there anytime I wanted him
after that, whenever I was bored and our Master was too busy to take
care of me like I needed, that boy would love me.

I'd be his mistress too, I thought, the other kind, and that put a
smile on my face as I finally fell asleep.


End of chapter 17

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