Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Descent ❯ Indecent Transmutation ( Chapter 18 )

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Descent

 

Chapter Eighteen

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Indecent Transmutation

 

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Winry walked outside and stretched. It was a bit cloudy, but it wasn't too bad. Perhaps they would be in for more rain soon. She thought it would be nice as long as it wasn't like the horrible storm they'd had when Ed left…

 

Ed...

 

It had been two weeks and still no word from her friend… She knew that Al had been calling around, but then he'd stopped for no reason. She had asked him if he'd found Ed, but Al had only shrugged, saying that there were so many possibilities as to where Ed could have gone. He'd said that he was sure Ed was fine, and that hopefully they would hear from him soon.

 

Not exactly a lie.

 

Alphonse hated lying.

 

But it wasn't exactly the truth either.

 

Winry was sure her friend had stumbled on some sort of information, but had decided not to share. At times she just wanted to try beating it out of him, but that wouldn't work either.

 

Ed was like a viper; his temper fast and hot. If you pushed him too hard he just got pissed and bit you. Al, on the other hand, was like an ox; his temper slow and cool. If you prodded him too much, he would stubbornly wait until you were done, then continue as he had been.

 

Sighing, Winry made her way down the steps and started walking to the side of the house. She always felt like she was waiting for Ed. Why couldn't her heart understand that she loved Al…? She did care about Ed, but it was different now… She knew that Al was the one who cared for her and since she cared about them both, obviously the best choice would be Al.

 

But what if Al left too… She bit her lip gently… That man from the night before had wanted Al to join their military, and Al had refused, but what if he changed his mind? What if Al decided that was the best thing to do?

 

Now that she was finally learning to put aside her feelings for Ed and explore her feelings more deeply for Al, Winry didn't think she'd be able to bear having him leave her… She needed him here. Tears began to well up in her eyes at just the thought of Al leaving her, of making her wait just as she had waited all those years for Ed.

 

When she walked around the corner of the house, she stopped. There was the object of her thoughts, kneeling on the ground, his back toward her, doing… something….

 

“What are you doing?”

 

When she spoke he started and looked at her guiltily before standing up in a rush and turning to face her. She could see a faint blush on his cheeks. Suddenly, something small and brown behind him scampered off…

 

“What was that?” she asked suspiciously.

 

His blush deepened, then he frowned. Peering closely at her, Al walked forward and softly touched her cheek.

 

“What's wrong?” he whispered in concern.

 

“Wha… what do you mean?” she stuttered, not realizing he had easily sidestepped her question.

 

“You look like you're about ready to cry…” The worry in his voice only deepened her fears. She looked down at the ground, not wanting him to know about her thoughts.

 

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited until she looked up. Smiling gently with a small blush on his cheeks, Al said, “You know, angels as beautiful as you shouldn't look so sad.”

 

Winry smiled an amused smile, and shook her head. “Alphonse…”

 

His `angel' lines were so corny, but they always made her smile. It was a sweet thought, him calling her an angel, but she didn't really think of herself like that.

 

“That's more like it,” he said with a grin.

 

“I'm heading out back. Join me?” she invited.

 

“Sure. I was going back that way too.”

 

As they began walking she looked at him in surprise. “You were?”

 

He nodded. “Yeah, I want to see if my gloves are dry.”

 

“Oh. So you found an array that would work?”

 

He sighed and shook his head. “I couldn't really come up with anything that worked as a multipurpose array.(1) Stuff kept getting destroyed, so I decided to just stick with the soul transfer array. After all, it's unique. No one else has one, and it probably wouldn't work for them anyway.”

 

“But what good will it do?” Winry asked as they walked to where the gloves were hanging on the clothes line with the rest of the laundry.

 

He examined the gloves before taking them down. “Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I'll be able to think of a good use, but even if I don't… I don't know… It's just nice to know that I came up with something so different.”

 

“Well what if…”

 

“Winry!” Pinako shouted from the house.

 

“I'll be right back.” she said before running to see what her granny wanted.

 

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Ed stepped out onto the lawn in front of the row of apartments and wiggled his toes. It felt nice to feel the grass against the skin of his foot. After signing all those documents, it felt great to be outside.

 

He wiggled the fingers on his hand, then stretched out his arms and breathed in the cool morning air. Suddenly he heard a ripping sound and froze. Bringing his arms back down, he slipped off the black jacket and poked a finger through the seam near the shoulder.

 

Shit... he thought. Stretching wasn't supposed to make your jacket rip, but then his clothes had been feeling a bit tight recently…

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Ed looked up to see the colonel, now dressed in military issued exercise clothes, walking toward him. Ed grinned slightly at how well the black sweats and the blue tee-shirt fit his commanding officer.

 

“Well?” Mustang asked again.

 

Ed grunted, clapped his hands together, and fixed the hole. “I think that old woman who does your laundry shrunk my clothes…”

 

“I doubt it.”

 

Ed looked up. “Why?”

 

“Because if she did, there wouldn't be anything left.”

 

Growling, Ed threw his jacket at the other man's face and yelled, “WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HIS CLOTHES WOULDN'T EVEN FIT AN ATOM MOLECULE IF THEY WERE A SIZE SMALLER!”

 

The dark haired man caught the jacket easily and tossed it off to the side. “Well, there's no one else around here is there?”

 

Ed glowered darkly then moved into a fighting stance. “Let's do this,” he spat out irritably.

 

Mustang sighed heavily. “I told you before; I'm not trained in hand to hand combat. I just know enough to get away from the enemy. If you really need to spar, you should get someone else to do it with.”

 

Ed snickered and said, “But I wanna do it with you.”

 

The older man grinned and said, “Well, yes I want to do it with you to, but that's a different matter.”

 

Ed shook his head. Mustang had to be lying. “We fought before during the assessment, and you practically kicked my ass.”

 

“That was to assess our alchemic abilities, not our skills in hand to hand combat,” Mustang said, waving his bare hands out for Ed to see.

 

“You're not getting out of this, so stop whining.”

 

“It's not whining. It's self preservation.”

 

“Whatever,” Ed mumbled and shifted his footing slightly, “now get ready.”

 

The older man frowned, then took a stance Ed hadn't ever seen before… it didn't look like a real fighting stance… but that didn't matter. Ed was pretty sure the colonel was just trying to bluff him out like always. Well, it wasn't going to work this time. He wanted to spar and Mustang just happened to be the most accessible spar partner.

 

“Ready?” Ed asked, and noticed the other man looked a bit pale. Maybe he needed more sun…

He watched as Mustang swallowed hard, and thought briefly that the colonel was doing a great job at pretending to be nervous…

 

“GO!” Ed shouted and rushed forward.

 

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Al pulled the gloves tight over his hands and flexed the fingers. The fabric was a bit stiff, but nothing that wouldn't ease up in time. Turning his hands over, Al looked at the arrays drawn on the palms of his gloves.

 

His arrays…

 

He felt very proud of his work. The research he'd done had been thorough and nothing had gone wrong the last few times he had used it.

 

Eagerly, Al looked around to find something to try his new gloves on. There really wasn't anything that resembled a human figure around. Not that it mattered. Al was sure he could attach his soul to anything. It just seemed odd to use something that was not person-like.

 

As he scanned his surroundings, his eyes fixed on the laundry. Not exactly humanish, but it would do, he supposed. Al moved closer to the clothes line, letting his eyes wander over the tops and bottoms moving with the slight breeze.

 

His eyes landed on Winry's black top that she wore when working on automail. Not exactly a shirt… more like… a piece of cloth to just cover her…

 

He blushed deeply and glanced over his shoulder toward the back door. It wasn't as if anyone was around… Licking his lips, Al quickly clapped his hand together in the unnecessary imitation of his brother, and touched the black cloth.

 

He was instantly aware of the top's swinging motion and the cool air surrounding it. If he closed his eyes it was almost like being rocked…

 

Winry crashed through the door, interrupting his thoughts.

 

“I've got an automail job in, like, fifteen minutes!” she exclaimed grabbing her overalls from the clothes line. “You'll have to show me your transmutation later, okay?”

 

Al nodded dumbly and watched her grab the black top with wide eyes. He thought vaguely that he should tell her about what he'd just done, but when he opened his mouth to say something she was already rushing back inside the house.

 

This isn't good, Al thought to himself as he hurried through the door after her.

 

“Winry!” he yelled, running up the stairs after her.

 

“Later Al!” the blond mechanic called back before shutting the door to her room.

 

For a moment he stood in front of her door, trying to decide what to do, before slipping into his own room, and closing the door quietly behind him. Standing in the middle of his room he cursed himself for what he was about to do, then shut his eyes and concentrated on that piece of Winry's clothing.

 

He was the top…

 

The cloth had no eyes so he couldn't see anything, but he could feel what it would be like to be the top.

 

He felt a surface beneath the cloth.

 

She must have thrown it on the bed.

 

Then hands picking up the black fabric.

 

I shouldn't be doing this.

 

He opened his mouth, trying to get more air into his lungs as he felt Winry's arms slip through the top. The fabric slid down her skin and he could feel the smoothness of her against the rough material.

 

His heart was beating fast and his breathing was ragged.

 

This is wrong.

 

He felt Winry's fingers hold tightly to the fabric and pull it down over her firm breasts.

 

Abandoning what was left of his self control; Al dropped to his knees, yanked his gloves off, undid the belt on his pants, and pulled out his hard erection.

 

The teen moved his hand up and down over his manhood as he felt the fabric expand slightly with her breathing, her chest rubbing against the cloth. It was as if he could feel it all over his body, and yet he was separate from where the other piece of his soul was. It was all so confusing, but amazing… She adjusted the top and he could feel the dark fabric conform around her hard nipples.

 

“Oh my gosh…” Al breathed as he felt her hand run over her top, pressing the fabric against her skin. Most likely she was making sure all the wrinkles were smoothed out. His hand moved faster and suddenly the pleasure he was giving himself and the sensations coming from the fabric were too much. His body stiffened and he pushed hard into his hand before collapsing to the hard wooden floor.

 

Suddenly Al was no longer aware of the top at all, and knew that the missing part of his soul had returned. He groaned and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Thick, white liquid dripped from his softening member and made milky drops on the wooden floor.

 

Moaning, both from the pleasure and from the guilt, Al crawled over to his small pile of dirty laundry and fished out a towel to clean up the mess. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

 

If Winry ever found out…

 

He shuddered.

 

She'd probably kill him…

 

Al felt bitterly ashamed at what he had done, but at the same time it had been the most amazing experience he'd ever had.

 

After getting his body back, one of the shocks of being in a body that was in the middle of puberty had been the wet dreams and the constant hard-ons. At first it had been alarming and embarrassing. He'd thought about asking Ed about what to do, after all, his brother had more knowledge in that area than he did. But with Ed's bad mood swings, and increasingly foul mind, Al just hadn't felt comfortable about doing so.

 

Then one day Al had caught Ed servicing himself in one of the sheds. It had been an embarrassing moment for both of them, but the encounter had definitely given Al something to think about. He'd never thought of doing that to himself… Really he didn't know much about sex or anything like that. It had meant little to him when he was a small boy and even less when his soul had been attached to the armor.

 

Al threw the towel back into the basket and refastened his belt before lying on the bed.

 

His first time jerking off had really been something too… He'd actually passed out from the pleasure… It had still been when his senses were new and novel. Not that they weren't wonderful now too, but those first couple of months after he got his body back…well, everything had been amazing.

 

“Winry's going to kill me,” he mumbled to himself, as he let his eyes close.

 

Al supposed he should be scolding himself more, but the only thing he could think of was touching Winry with his own fingers and…

 

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Roy hissed as Ed laid the icepack on his side.

 

“I'm sorry…” the boy mumbled for probably the millionth time.

 

“I told you not to worry about it,” Roy said, and he meant it. He'd known the risks of getting hurt were pretty high, but the thought of sparring with him had seemed to make Ed happy… Roy wanted to encourage the teen to start living his life again, and not wallow in things that couldn't be changed.

 

Apparently, he was doing a lousy job because now Ed was near tears over their `sparring match', if you could call it a sparring match. It was more Edward Elric kicking the shit out of Roy Mustang. Well, it hadn't lasted long anyway, and truthfully Roy was pretty pleased with how well he'd done dodging so many of the boy's attacks. He was going to have a few bruises, but it had been that one kick to the ribs that had taken him down.

 

The kick had come from Ed's real foot, thankfully, and Roy was sure everything would be fine. He'd just be sore for a few days.

 

Ed, on the other hand, had begun freaking out when that kick had dropped his superior officer like a sack of potatoes. The boy had instantly begun fussing over him and Roy had even caught the words, `just like Al' coming from the other alchemist's murmurings.

 

“Can I get you anything else?” Ed asked anxiously.

 

“You know, I'm going to be fine. I didn't even break anything,” Roy said, shifting on the bed.

 

The blond only looked down at him in concern.

 

Sighing, Roy said, “I could use a drink.”

 

“Okay,” Ed said, then dashed out of the room.

 

“Um…” Roy said in quiet sarcasm to the empty doorway. “I'll take a Mojito(2), heavy on the lime, light on the mint.”

 

Roy stared dolefully at the doorway and listened to the clattering in the kitchen. After a few minutes Ed returned with a glass and asked, “Do you need help sitting up?”

 

The colonel shook his head and pushed himself painfully into a sitting position before taking the glass from the boy. He sniffed it and took a sip.

 

Water.

 

“Thanks Ed. This is exactly what I wanted,” he said, trying not to sound disappointed. Unfortunately, he must have been doing a bad job because the blond looked from the glass to Roy and back to the glass with an unhappy look.

 

Roy took another sip and set the glass down on the table, then patted the empty mattress beside him. Frowning, Ed walked around to the other side of the bed, then crawled over to where Roy was laying.

 

“I really am sorry…” Ed said again as he snuggled next to the older man.

 

Roy put his arm around the boy and pulled him close. “I did tell you I don't really do hand to hand combat.”

 

The blond teen looked sheepish. “I thought you were bluffing…”

 

“Well, now you know it's the truth,” Roy said, then whispered, “You still want to know if there's anything you can do for me?” When Ed nodded, Roy took the boy's hand and moved it to the black sweats, over his crotch.

 

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Ed swallowed hard. He could feel the lump that was Mustang's manhood; still semi-soft under the sweats. Ed could feel the man growing more aroused by the second. The blond alchemist's heart was pounding hard in his chest. He'd never touched another man there before…

 

The colonel gently rubbed his hand over Ed's, yet the pressure was hard enough that Ed's palm was ground against the swelling erection.

 

“Ed,” the dark haired man whispered. Ed moved his gaze to meet Mustang's. “You don't have to if you don't want to.”

 

He swallowed again. “No… I… I want to. I've just never…”

 

The other alchemist smiled faintly. “Don't worry. I'll help you. You'll be fine.” Suddenly Mustang guided Ed's hand to the waistband of the sweats, then the hand that was covering his moved away. The air felt cool against that part of his skin, and Ed felt as if something were missing; a part of him gone somehow.

 

Mustang made a motion with his hand and Ed instantly understood what was supposed to come next without any words being said. He got to his knees for better leverage and slid his fingers under the top of the sweats. When the colonel took in a sharp breath, Ed looked up in concern, thinking perhaps he had done something wrong.

 

The other man smiled reassuringly and said, “I just wasn't expecting the sudden cold. Don't worry.”

 

Ed looked down.

 

Sudden cold?

 

Then it hit him.

 

He didn't have his gloves on and the metal on his automail fingers would most definitely be cool against the skin.

 

“Sorry…” he murmured.

 

Fucking automail, Ed cursed in his mind. He hated the damn things, but it was better than nothing at all he supposed.

 

Slowly he pulled the bottoms down and carefully lifted the waistband over the other man's hardening sex. Mustang was definitely aroused, but then come to think of it…

 

So was he.

 

The short alchemist pushed the sweats down to the older man's knees, then looked back up to the colonel for more instructions. Mustang took Ed's real hand, and again moved it to his arousal. He gingerly touched his fingers to the colonel's manhood which was now standing at full attention.

 

Different.

 

Touching another man was just so different.

 

Gently, he wrapped his hand around Mustang's cock and frowned. It was bigger than his by quite a bit and it felt foreign in his grip. Ed felt a bit stupid, making comparisons between himself and the colonel, but he couldn't help it. And it wasn't as if he'd never seen the man's penis… He'd just never touched it before...

 

Again he looked to Mustang for direction. Should he just start pumping away or was there something specific he should be doing…?

 

Ed thought his feelings must be obvious, because the other man just smiled and reached into the nightstand drawer. Ed's forehead crinkled in confusion as the colonel brought out a large bottle and opened it.

 

“Hold out your hand,” the man said, and Ed did as he was told.

 

Mustang squeezed the bottle and a clear, thick gel oozed from the bottle and into his hand. It was cold, slimy, and kind of…

 

“Gross…” Ed whispered.

 

Mustang chuckled. “Don't worry, there's nothing in there that you wouldn't recognize. I'll let you read the ingredients later.”

 

Ed looked down into his hand, to Mustang, then again to the glob of clear slime. It was then that he remembered how Mustang had taken his saliva and spread it around… The blond teen, guided by the image of what the colonel had done himself, moved his hand down and began spreading the ooze over Mustang's manhood.

 

Encouraged by a moan from his superior officer, Ed wrapped his hand again around the dark haired man's arousal and moved it slowly up and down the hard length.

 

There was another moan from the man, then, “Faster Ed…”

 

Looking from what he was doing, to Mustang's face, Ed increased the pace. It was intriguing to see how much pleasure he was giving the other man. He, Edward Elric, was the one who was making the colonel moan. He was the one in control at the moment. It was exhilarating and frightening at the same time.

 

What would happen if he just stopped? The pleasure would stop. Obviously Mustang could just push him aside and finish the job himself, but what if the other man's hands were confined somewhere else? Could he make the older alchemist beg him to continue?

 

Oh fuck...

 

His thoughts were arousing in a way that he would have never thought possible. Being the one in control… Ed had never been in control. He had always been one step behind, always seemed to be dancing on someone else's strings.

 

Ed suddenly had a bizarre understanding of the man he was pleasuring. Roy Mustang liked to be in control. Ed had always known that, but… but now… The younger alchemist's thoughts were bouncing around wildly in his head. Was it the same as this? Did the other man get hard thinking about what he could make other people do? Had it been a turn on, knowing he had been moving Ed around like a pawn on a chessboard all those years?

 

Was power just as enjoyable as this?

 

Or perhaps this was the real power in the world.

 

“Ed…” the other man moaned and panted, coming to a climax.

 

The blond grimaced slightly at the other man's seed dripping down his slick hand. It wasn't as if Ed had never gotten his own on himself, but it was just… different… when it was someone else's…

 

Ed turned his head when he felt fingers brush his cheek. “You sure that was your first time giving a hand job?” The teen blushed slightly at the compliment, or at least he thought it was a compliment…

 

Mustang's eyes trailed down, and Ed blushed even more when the older man said, “I'm guessing you enjoyed it?”

 

The thought of making the colonel beg for it came again to his mind and Ed felt his cock twitch. Enjoyed it? Hell yeah he had enjoyed it… Maybe one day he'd be able to live out those fantasies too, but for right now he would just be too embarrassed to even mention them…

 

“Yeah…” Ed managed to croak, then flexed his wet and sticky fingers.

 

“Ed.” He looked into the other mans black eyes. “Let me watch you.”

 

The blond's brow creased. “Watch me…?”

 

When the corner of Mustang's mouth curled into a small smirk, it dawned on Ed what the man was talking about. The older man chuckled and said, “If any more blood comes to your face, I'm going to start worrying about you getting a nose bleed.”

 

“I haven't ever… in front of someone else before…” Ed mumbled.

 

“You don't have to, if you don't want to…” the colonel said, but Ed thought the man sounded a bit disappointed.

 

Ed swallowed hard and used his dry hand to unfasten his belt and tug off his leather pants. They were definitely too tight… that woman must have done something to the fabric… After throwing the bottoms on the floor he got into a half kneeling, half sitting position facing the dark haired man.

 

The short teen looked nervously at the other man for a moment before bringing his slick hand to his own erection. The slime covering his hand had gone a bit cold and he blinked at the sensation. His body heat and the motion of his hand warmed the gel quickly though and it didn't take long for Ed to realize why Mustang wanted to use the stuff. It did feel a little different at first, but it was nice and…

 

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Roy watched intently as the younger alchemist pleasured himself. He had watched other people jerking off before, but it wasn't the same when you were watching someone you cared for; especially when you'd never seen them do it before.

 

Although Ed had been nervous at first, the boy seemed to lose his apprehension as he got lost in the enjoyable sensations. The blond's head had dropped, but not before Roy had watched his eyes close in pleasure.

 

Ed's bangs covered most of what Roy could see of the other alchemist's face, but he could make out the teen's open mouth, gasping for air, and a small trickle of saliva dripped from the boy's lips to the bed.

 

Strangely enough, except for the heavy breathing, Ed made no other sounds, and even the blond's breathing seemed quieter than it had been when Roy had pleasured the boy. He made a mental note to ask the blond about it later. Roy watched Ed clench his teeth, still keeping any sound from coming out, when he came to a climax. After a minute, the teen looked up in embarrassment, unsure what to do next.

 

“Thank you Ed,” Roy whispered. When the younger alchemist nodded, Roy moved the icepack from his side and removed the small towel that was surrounding it. Tossing the towel to Ed, Roy said, “It was getting a bit damp anyway.”

 

“What… what is this stuff…?” Ed asked, wiping his hand on the towel.

 

“Lube.”

 

“Lube?”

 

“Short for lubrication,” Roy said in amusement.

 

“Oh. Well, I guess it fits the description… it's kinda messy though…”

 

Roy chuckled. “Well, there are other uses for it too.”

 

Ed leaned over and began cleaning up the mess he'd left after getting Roy off. “And what are those?”

 

Roy grinned. “You can be sure I'll tell you about them.”

 

The blond looked up. “But not right now?”

 

The colonel shook his head. “I want to wait until I'm not injured first.” Ed's face took on a guarded look, and the older alchemist laughed. “Besides, I don't think you're ready yet.”

 

“Whatever,” Ed grunted and got off the bed.

 

Absentmindedly, Roy picked up the glass on the end table as he watched his young lover tug the leather pants on and took a sip of the liquid. Instantly the colonel's face screwed up into a scowl and he put the water back. He really needed to teach Ed what he meant when he said he wanted a drink…

 

“Fucking pants… old bitch… shrunk… damn…” Ed was muttering as he buckled his belt.

 

Roy frowned and let his eyes sweep over the seventeen year old, and suddenly he realized that that his short subordinate's problem wasn't shrunk laundry.

 

No.

 

Not at all.

 

Edward Elric was getting taller. (3)

 

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1) Although in the movie Al can do different things with the arrays on his gloves, after much thought I decided to keep it his array to something more specific. I like the idea of Ed and Al having abilities that are distinctly theirs.

 

2) Mojito is an alcoholic drink (obviously) consisting of 2-3 oz of light rum, juice of 1 lime, 2 tsp sugar, 2-4 mint sprigs and soda water. It's served in a highball glass and garnished with a mint sprig. Mustang is obviously being sarcastic here since Ed wouldn't know one liquor from another.

 

3) In the movie Ed has grown a couple of inches since the end of the series. In the movie, Ed is eighteen, and in this story Ed is seventeen, but he will be eighteen soon. I thought it would be interesting to incorporate that part of the movie into this story.

 

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Thanks to:

MasamuneReforged for being my beta.

 

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This is my favorite chapter up to this point so far. I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

 

Thanks to everyone who guessed what sort of deal Roy and Ed had going on. It was really fun to see what ideas you came up with.

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