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How to fall for a younger girl (Ongoing) 1 Year, 2 Months ago Karma: 2  
Hello, my friends at the Archive. After a lot of time I felt the need to try again with age regression stories.

I know my writing is not the best so I'm going to post this here in case you have some suggestion. I really want to improve in this.

Last days of class at university, vacations are around the corner, and Mr. Thomas Greer will begin an unexpected relationship with a young student that might become the new center of his life.
GENRE: AR/AP (there's some back and forward), infantilism



These were the last days of classes on my university. Vacations were soon to start, and we all -both students and teachers- were wrapping up the final details before ending the semester.
I got up from the desk and started giving away the last exams and papers to my students, and telling them their final grades. After one year, I would have to say goodbye to some good students I had grown fond of along our activities, so it was a liberating day for them, but a sort of nostalgic one to me.
I dismissed most of my students with a handshake and congratulations, and then, while the students went out of the classroom, I started to gather my papers in order to go. Then, it was impossible for me not to notice some familiar faces were just walking around, waiting for something.

As I got my suitcase ready and got up from the seat, one of my young students came to me.

“Hey, Marissa”, I saluted, a little startled. “How are you?”

She had been one of my star students, very likely the best of all of them. She was always very courteous towards me and very often participated in class, even offering for some extra assignments. But it wasn’t until that last day, as I saw her big smile and shining brown eyes, I realized I was going to miss her even more than I thought.

“Mr. Greer”, she said, her hands behind her back, while swaying her hips in a cute way, very childish, though. “Are you going to be our teacher ever again?”, she asked politely.

I blushed and I think I hesitated a little while answering.

“Well… no… I mean… I don’t think so”, I realized I was getting a little nervous. “I only teach 3rd to 4th semesters… so I guess no”, I ended with an almost inaudible sigh.

Marissa didn’t show any surprise and just stood looking at me, with an indecipherable smile. I looked away for a second; there was only one student left in the classroom and it was already going towards the exit.

“Well”, I said, looking away and starting to walk. “I hope you have a nice vacation”, I dismissed her.

But she followed me closely.

“Sorry, Mr.”, she said then, warmly. “But I just wanted to tell you something”.

I halted, and looked to her.

“Yes?”, I asked. My mouth was getting dry.

“I’ve always thought you are such an interesting person”.

Her answer felt like a hammer to head. I didn’t expect from something as well-mannered as her to come with something like that. I think I visibly twitched a little before talking.

“Well… I think you’re a very interesting person too”, the words spilled from my mouth uncontrollably.

I hadn’t thought that much about that until now, but she was truly an interesting person: she wasn’t only a very good girl, well-mannered, kind and honest, but she also excelled in every subject at school (for what I knew). Also, she had a number of talents and was a member of three or four clubs (from sports, to debate and arts), partaking as a distinguished student for the whole university.

Now that I realized that, I felt even more humbled at her compliment. I was nothing but a young, newbie teacher, that had been way too lucky to get a job at the university, and who knows how much more was that going to last.

Marissa seemed to notice how mellow I was getting on the inside, because the next thing I knew is that she took an envelope out of her briefcase, and placed it in my hand. I just stood there, frozen, with no idea of what to do, and before I realized what was happening, Marissa was already exiting by the door.

“See you, Mr. Greer”, she said goodbye, waving her hand with a radiant smile, as she went away.

I was shaking in my car all the way home, thinking about everything that happened. Finally, I got to my room, laid down on the bed and trembling, I opened the envelope. Inside there was a pink paper with some perfume in it, and a handwritten message in an unmistakable feminine calligraphy, which read:

“Friendship is the best thing there is in life.
There’s nothing like having someone to stand for you when you feel lonely and sad.”

At the bottom, there was a phone number.
I laid down, looking at the ceiling, and thinking.
Yes, I hadn’t realized until then, but I never saw Marissa getting along with anyone else in the classroom, aside from another girl called Silvia, but they also seemed to be at odds sometimes.
She usually work alone on her projects, even when teamwork was required. I realized, even when she followed a lot of her passions, she was more or less a loner anyway.

Then I opened my eyes and began to think about her in my class. She always offered for some extra assignments and projects. Most of them had her to work directly with me. We always got along quite well and she sometimes talked to me about various aspects of her life, and asked things about myself. She also said mine was her favorite class.

Marissa also seemed to never have enough of me, even when I showed myself busy to avoid spending too much time with her.
My head started to hurt. I had never had any friends, and only one of two romantic relationships, which were very short-lived. I had little to none social life and I had nothing to do that Wednesday. So, I just tried to distract myself and quit thinking about that. I looked at the letter every now and then, thinking about what I should do. That day I managed to do nothing about it and went to bed early.


Next morning, I waited until 10 am before sending her a Whatsapp message.

“Hi. Greer here. Wish you a nice day”.

She wasn’t quick about picking the message, but around noon, she answered.

“Hi. Thnx, Mr. Wish you well too, I mumbled.

That was enough to lighten up my whole day.

We kept on talking for a week, about lots of things, mostly our plans for vacations. Our relationship had become very good, and she often said very good things about me and how much she liked me, although always in a very proper and discreet way, as I could expect from her. It didn’t take me many days until I realized she had become the only person I cared about.

Finally, I decided to ask her out, to a movie I knew she was interested in.

That night we met in a mall and sat together at an ice cream stand to have a little chat. The experience was very comfortable since we didn’t call any attention, she was 19 and I was 26, but I’ve always looked younger so we looked just like a normal couple. We laughed and had a great time, and when the time came, I felt confident enough to take her by the hand as we entered the theater.

At the middle of the movie, she took my arm and passed it behind her waist, and I corresponded embracing her closely, later resting her head on my shoulder.

It was almost midnight when I took her to my car, offering her a ride to her apartment. As we drove, she didn’t shown any concerned about going home. We went up to a hill and with the car parked, we had a long talk. We didn’t talk about our feelings for each other, we never talked about an “us”. We just… talked, and appreciated the other’s world view. There wasn’t any proposal, any plans, just the tacit agreement that we should be together for a little longer that night.

I ended up at her apartment. She went to the bathroom as I was left to get comfortable at her room. I took off my coat and examined myself into the mirror, until something unexpected bumped into me. Marissa had come from behind and hugged me from behind. I left her. I could feel her soft body behind me and had an almost too difficult time controlling my nerves.
She then turned me round and I realized she was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pink t-shirt and panties. I felt I began to stutter but Marissa looked calm and cheerful. She took my hand and took me to the bed. She jumped into the soft mattress and invited me with her hand.

I shyly took my shoes off and began to climb. She was eager for me to hug her, and so I did. We wrapped under the blankets and watched TV for half an hour, while she commented some curious stuff of the most various nature. She looked completely secure and confident, although I was still quite wary, feeling my arm around her plump body with not little shyness.

At a commercial break, she turned to see me, with a smile.

“Hey”, I asked, timidly.

She just stared at me with her big brown eyes, and confirmed I had no _expression_.

“Hee heee hee”, she giggled at my face.

“What?”, I asked, feeling that I was probably doing wrong.

“What what?”, she repeated, having fun. “You’re barely talking!”, said, almost laughing.

“Well… maybe I have nothing interesting to sa…”, I was about to finish.

“Oh, get out!”, she laughed. “You know you’re way too interesting”, she said, poking my cheek with her finger. That made me blush a bit.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t know…”, I stuttered.

She turned her eyes. Then, she suddenly took my hand and placed it between her breasts. I instantly froze. But she didn’t stop looking at me with her lively brown eyes, never letting her smile go.

“Does this feel better…?”, she said, and she guided my hand to make circles on her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

For the first time of the night, I felt a strong erection took over me.

“I don’t want you to be tense, Mr. Greer”, she said, amiably.
I started to let myself go and she continued, she didn’t stop until she felt I started relaxing.

Then, she let my hand go, and by surprised put my cheeks between her hands and squeezed them, with an assurance smile.
“That’s it!”, she said, triumphal. “Now let’s get more comfortably”. She then laid over my body, resting her head on my chest, and guided my hands to embrace her from her waist.

The show was on again, and we stayed in the bed for 15 minutes more, as she adopted more and more comfortable positions.
I was feeling more and more excited, more secure, and ultimately happier, feeling her body so close to me. I grew so comfortable on that nest of hers, smelling the sweet odor of her wavy black hair, I began to feel I could stay there, forever.

“Mmmh…”, her hands began to get a little mischievous, as I felt her arms getting under the blankets, and then her soft fingers caressing at the belt of my pants.

“Don’t you feel a little uncomfortable with these..?”, she said, and unbuttoned them, began losing them. I ultimately helped her taking them off and we threw them off the bed. Now we were on equal conditions. My erection was continual, but I didn’t feel any pressure, as she never was invasive to me.

We kept watching TV, softly caressing each other, until an eventuality came.

“Mmh, I gotta use the bathroom”, I announced.

She complied quickly, and as I got up in my undies, she turned to see me with interest. I went, with not a little embarrassment for my student to see me like that.

As I peed, I reflected upon. Could that be my new life? Could I stay with Marissa like that forever? I turned to see her there, perfectly angelical, on the bed, and felt my erection to grow stronger, confident.

After finishing, I walked to the bed, determinate. Marissa didn’t take her eyes away from mine as I came before her, and in an impulse, I took my t-shirt and threw them away. Then, I crawled on the bed until my face was on front of her. She instantly closed her eyes as she saw my lips coming to hers and we fused in a wet and warm kiss. I placed my cheeks on her hands and she held my wrists with her slender, lovely hands.

“I think--“ I stuttered. “I think you are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met”.

She looked at my sort of afraid _expression_, condescendingly, and smiled big, assuring me again with her eyes.

“I know”, she only said, satisfied.

I put my head on her chest for Marissa to hug me, what she did, as I rubbed myself on her.

“I wanna be with you forever”, I mumbled.

“Yes”, I heard her. “I know you do”, ended, with a little hint of giggling.

As he held me tight against her body, I suddenly began to feel a little weird. Like her body was larger than life, and I was forever tied to it.

“You’re so special”, I her. “You’re so special to me”.

“So you are, Tom”, she answered, and began to caress my head, wrapping my hair around her fingers.

“You think I’m special?”, I asked, timidly. I don’t know why, they were probably the nerves, but my voice sounded a little louder. Was I getting a little whiney, maybe?

“Yes…”, she whispered. “And you need someone to take care of you, because you’re so special”.

Marissa lowered her arms, inviting me to her lap. I rested my head on it, and while doing it, I felt my tighty whities felt inexplicably even looser.

As she continued to caress my hair, and soothe me with her sweet voice, I rubbed my face against her fleshy and fresh thighs, immerse in the pleasure of being one with her. I didn’t know what happened, but I felt a little like crying. Like crying of joy because of meeting her.
But “shh shh”, she tranquilized me. I kept on rubbing my face against her thighs, which little by little I began to appreciate on its extension. I was amazed on how, little by little, I started to feel more and more the corners of her skin, like they were huge.
Her other hand came to my bum. I felt how her thumb pulled down my briefs and threw them off the bed, but I didn’t mind. Soon, her hands began to feel even more bigger, and I felt she was able to hold me as a whole.

“I love you…” I tried to say, but to my surprise, nothing came out of my mouth. Marissa gave me an affectionate swat in the bum, and then, effortlessly, she turned me round while still on her lap.

I looked above. I was almost unable of seeing her face because of the disproportionate size of her breasts. Was I so that of her, or…?
I began to feel weak. Last thing I saw was Marisa’s face, smiling pleased and satisfied, as, completely calm and relaxed, I began to drift to the shores of sleep…

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Re:Special mentoring (Draft) 1 Year, 2 Months ago Karma: 7  
An interesting start.
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Re:How to fall for a younger girl (Ongoing) 1 Year, 2 Months ago Karma: 2  
What turn would you like for the story to take?

I know what's going to happen, but I'm curious to see.
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Well, it's too early to really guess what will happen, beside the AR.

I only wish for it not to be too fast.
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Re:How to fall for a younger girl (Ongoing) 1 Year, 2 Months ago Karma: 2  
Here's the next part.


It was late in the morning. I’m sure I rolled in the bed for a couple hours before the rays of the sun hit my eyelids through the curtains. Opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. It was a stranger ceiling. Then, I remember everything that happened last night, and I still couldn’t believe. I had gone in my first day with my student Marissa, and now everything was different. I didn’t recognize the ceiling of her room because everything was dark last night, but now I started to feel anxious.

I began to stretch my limbs, but everything felt odd, like out of place. I realized it was not only the sun that had waken me up but also the sound of running water. I tried to get up but only manage to rock in my own back. What was happening? Was it the sleeplessness from last night? Some sort of exhaustion? It didn’t take me much prove I couldn’t properly control my body. But, if I could reach Marissa… oh God, I needed to see her. I missed her so much. Maybe she could do everything go right again.

The water was still running with a relaxing sound. I could also listen far away soft music in the air, some pop ballad tune sung by a woman. After a few tries, I managed to reincorporate and get in fours on the bed. I crawled a bit until I could see the bathroom’s door half-opened. The running water was no doubt the sound of the shower. The thought of seeing her naked in the shower provoked some weird sensation between my legs; I guess I simply missed her too much. After all, just like I told her last night, I wanted to be with her together.

So, with renewed vigor I began to crawl on the bed; I wanted to join her at the shower like any other happy couple I had seen in movies and TV shows. But as soon as I started to crawl, I realized something was wrong. It shouldn’t have taken more than two crawls to reach the edge of the bed. The size of the mattress was decidedly wrong. What was happening?

I raised my head and looked to the faraway shower. The space between the bed and the shower looked like a long cliff to me. I stood there, on my fours, confused for about 10 seconds, then turned to look at the wall. I saw myself reflected in the mirror. But it wasn’t me, was it? I couldn’t believe it. I raised my hand and nodded my head just to make sure, then _b_link__ed two or three times. On the bed there was nothing but tiny baby, completely on the nudes.

I raised my hand again, hypnotized, and beheld my present body: I was a little thing, short and chubby, lined in velvet, pinkish pale skin. I looked like a roll of meat or a shar-pei dog, with puffy folds of skins like love handles all around my legs and arms. My face was practically unrecognizable, with big eyes and puffy cheeks, and I was almost bald, with only a soft _layer_ of light brown hair. And no matter how aghast I was, my face didn’t reflect the dread I was feeling. Just sheer infantile astonishment in my wide opened brown eyes.

I felt like screaming in that very same moment, but something in my brain quieted that idea instantly, maybe knowing in the inside my vocal cords wouldn’t even respond. But anyway, screaming wasn’t even necessary, as a second later, something came out of the door of the bathroom. I had to instantly raise my face as soon as I saw my angel coming. Now larger than life, Marissa came out of the shower wrapped in a white towel up to her breasts. She was happily humming along the song on the air, and looked at me with no sign of surprise at all, as she finished rolling another towel around her hair.

“Good morning, baby”, she said, looking me just for half a second and then she turned round to look at her in the mirror.
I simply beheld her, in amazement, as she finished drying her face and armpits with a hand towel. Without paying any attention to my situation, she just took some cosmetics from the dressing table and started to apply the makeup _base_ on her face with a little brush. I stayed on my fours, looking at her in the mirror; she was still humming, focused on her task, but maybe she was also able to keep an eye at me in the mirror. That thought was enough for me to calm down a little.

After half a minute, Marissa put down the brush and the makeup and turned round. She stopped humming and snapped her lips. Now, she headed directly towards me. I was instantly frozen and disarmed. I couldn’t believe I was looking at my student so big, and with the makeup on, she looked even more attractive, the same Marissa from every class I remember.
She didn’t hesitate at all to put her arms under my armpits and raise me.

“How are you, baby?”, she asked, in an affectionate but firm voice. “What are we going to do today?”

She took me on her arms and carried me to the opposite side of the room. There was a little table on the corner and she deposited me there, face upwards.

“Hold on a bit, alright?”, she asked, while I just looked up to her. She saw me for a second and smiled, and then she went away, disappearing inside the closet.

I stayed laid down, clumsily shaking my limbs waiting for Marissa, but I grew impatient. I managed to turn and look and over the drawer I saw baby stuff, including a can of powder and some baby clothes. I had a chill when I thought of myself being subject to that stuff, but then I felt Marissa coming out and that instantly caught my attention.

I looked over and saw her crossing the corridor, a few times, first in underwear, then in a t-shirt and pants, and finally she put some shorts and flip flops. She was still wearing that towering towel on her head. I was anxious to be close to her again, but girls are always so slow in changing.

Marissa sat down on front of the mirror and began to polish her toenails. But the doorbell suddenly rang. Marissa hurried with her pedicure, but after a few seconds, , the bell rang again.

“There I go!”, she announced, in a loud voice.

The ringing was followed up by some loud knocks on the door. I raised my head and I was able to look at the glass of the entrance door. There was the silhouette of a woman with short hair, knocking insistently.

Marissa removed the towel, messed up her hair a little and went on flip-flopping to answer the door.

“Hey”, she answered, opening the door. “Hi, Silvia”.

I didn’t expect to see Silvia. She used to be Marissa’s only friend in the classroom. Silvia was around Marissa's age but physically they couldn’t have been any more different. Silvia was a skinny girl with short hair, taller and very thin, and her female attributes could be described as ‘petite’. She had always been weird and perhaps a little crazy; she was a little of a tomboy, much of a loner, very much into the hippie/alternative fashion and worldview.

That day she was wearing a teal blouse, jean shorts, Converse tennis shoes and sunglasses.

“Am I too early?”, she asked, in her characteristic deep voice.
“As always”, Marissa answered, in a good mood, and invited her in.

“I still haven’t decided what to wear”, Marissa said, as they headed to the room, where I was.

I almost felt my heart stopped as I saw them enter. I couldn’t believe I had come so far: I was on front again my two stellar students now, only now as a naked baby!

“Give me a minute, ok?”, Marissa asked, as they enter, and headed towards the closet.

“kay”, Silvia said.

She looked around impatiently for a while, then her eyes went to lay down on my tiny existence there on the changing table. She looked confused for a couple seconds, before she asked.

“Is that Mr. Greer?”, she asked, like it was nothing.

“He is”, Marissa answered, from inside the closet, where she was sorting her clothes.

Silvia giggled a bit and then come directly towards me. She had her classic ear to ear grin, which people always found a little creepy, although I knew she was actually good-hearted.

“He’s such a sweetheart, don’t you think so?”, Marissa said, as he arrived, putting her hand on Silvia’s shoulder and looking down at me, proud and satisfied.

Silvia just kept beholding my little nude body, almost like holding her laughter.

“I’ve always thought he was cute”, Silvia said, smiling. “How old is he?”

“Mmmhh…”, Marissa doubted. “I think he’s about to turn 6 months”.

“Really?”, Silvia said, amused.

I just stayed there the whole time, laid down, looking at Marissa and Silvia alternatively as they spoke, terrified of what they would think about me.

“He needs a change too”, Marissa announced then, like she suddenly remembered something. “I forgot the diapers, I’ll be right back, would you start cleaning him for me?”

“Sure”, Silvia said, confident, and Marissa went back to the closet.

Silvia came over me with her sweetest smile. I opened my eyes wide and tried to back up, as she down psycho smile.
Her hand soon grabbed my ankles and even when I tried to resist, she had no problem on lifting them up, exposing my little buttocks, as her other hand reached out for some baby wipes.

“Let’s take care of you, Mr. Greer”, she mumbled.

I began to shake, feeling the humiliation of being manipulated naked by my former student. But her hold was strong and she didn’t let me escape. As I saw the baby wipe coming to my butt, I shut my eyes strong and tightened my cheeks together.

Soon, the cold and wet lick of the baby wipe made me shiver, as she passed the cloth right over my crack. Again I tried to fight back but with no avail, it was only my arms and torso shaking while my legs and feet were completely locked on its place by Silvia.

“There you go…”, she whispered to herself, as she kept on cleaning my privates. “We’re almost done”.

I was horrified at the idea of her hand going beyond the surface of my cheeks, but after some struggle, my baby strength began to wade, and I loosened. I saw Silvia folding the last wipe, and with little effort, she gave a final pass over my crack, only this time she managed to get it between my cheeks, cleaning it safely.

“Aand we’re done”, she announced, in a low voice, as she put me back on the table.

I laid down, tired, but to my surprise, after a few seconds I started to find the new sensation of freshness quite pleasing. Seconds later, Marissa arrived, holding an open diaper on her hand. I felt like I gulped and tightened again. That thing looked so tiny on her hand I couldn’t believe she was going to put it on me.

“Now we’re going to dress you up, little gentleman”.

Marissa took my ankles, each one with each of her hands, and raised them, exposing my privates.

“Hold”, she asked to Silvia, and she held one of my ankles, with indifference.

Marissa was quick to slide the little diaper under my hips. Then she took a little canister out of the drawer and squeezed it to cover her hands with a gooey cream.

“This is a bit cold, Tom”, she warned, without much care.

I held my breath, scared, and soon, her long fingers were dancing all over my privates, rubbing them with the protective cream. I felt so aghast about her dexterity and carelessness she was doing her job. I was being handled all over by the girl I had fallen in love with, but those were not the conditions I wanted. It was the first time she touched my penis, a shame it was nothing but a ridiculous baby wee wee now.

Then, Marissa took the can of powder and powdered my tushy profusely, while she and Silvia watched. I couldn’t see much from my point, but I was pretty sure now my little butt was completely covered in a thick crust of white powder like flour.

“Almost done here…”, Marissa whispered, rubbing the excess of cream off her fingers. Then, she closed and taped the diaper and Silvia and her let me go.

“So niiice”, Marissa said in the end, looking at me with a smile, and I was left, now completely diapered, down on the table again.

“Ah, I think I know what I’m going to wear now”, Marissa said, and she walked to the closet, while Silvia watched.

“Hey, don’t forget the kiosk closes at 3 pm”, Silvia warned.
“It’s still early”, Marissa answered from the closet, “or do you want to go somewhere else before?”

“Well, I was thinking about going to the boutique in the way there”, Silvia confessed. “It’s way too crowded after 1 pm”.

“Oh, you really feel like?”, perhaps Marissa was too far away, or her nose too deep into her pile of clothes, but she was having a hard time to make herself heard. “Well, maybe we could go tomorrow. I need to buy a new one for Monday”.

Silvia was getting tired, so with some effort she bent down and took me on her arms.

“Let’s go, baby”, she said, carrying me through the room all to the closet.

“Would you come over?”, Marissa asked.

“I could”, Silvia agreed.

Marissa came out from the closet with a blue tank top on and she was pulling a green miniskirt down. Her hair was already dry and as she went to the dressing table, Silvia carried me over.

“Well, then we go to the kiosk”, Marissa concluded, without turning to Silvia, while she grabbed her hair and began to do her ponytail. “Hey, we can also take the baby to the fountain”, she said then, lightly.

Silvia turned to see me and made a silly face.

“Wee… you like it, Tommy?”, she asked. I was puzzled.

“I bet he will have fun”, Marissa said, applying her lipstick.

Silvia patiently waited until Marissa finished her makeup, and in the meanwhile, she took a look around. She frown, mystified, when she saw something suspicion on the floor, next to the bed. Silvia put me on the bed and bent down to pick up the thing.

“Are these Mr. Greer’s briefs?”, she asked, puzzled.

Marissa instantly turned, to see my now oversized white briefs on Silvia’s hand. Marissa rolled her eyes, while pushing her lips upwards, and couldn’t help to grin softly.


Marissa closed her lipstick and put it on the table, then she reached for my briefs, which Silvia handled without hesitation, and stuffed them inside her purse, which was over the dressing table.

“So, are you ready?”, Marissa said, checking at herself for last time into the mirror.

“Sure”, Silvia said, shrugging. “Taxi?”.

“We can go on Mr. Greer’s car”, Marissa said, standing up and heading to me. “Now we only need…” she began.

She took a tiny yellow t-shirt from the drawer, it had a funny drawing of a baby bear with a diaper and rattle in the front. Then, they took out a baby-sized denim overall, short in the legs, and fitted me with it.
“Can you…?”, she asked. Silvia lifted my arms and Marissa pulled down the t-shirt until I was dressed.

“Theeere you go”, Marissa finished, pinching my cheeks softly. Then, the two girls went to the door, with Silvia carrying me, while Marissa took out my car keys. Then, as we left the apartment, Marissa locked the door behind.
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Well written. I wonder where you're taking this.
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