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Prologue:

 

~Gratitude is the realization that we have everything we need, at least in this moment.---M.J. Ryan~

I poured some beam into a glass and listened to the yelling that was coming from the living room.

" What the fuck were you THINKING? Are you out of your fucking MIND? "

I walk to Brian and hand him the glass. He looks at me, and for a moment his face softens. There is a look of understanding between us. I always know what he needs.

" I could use some too." Gus mumbles, his eyes staring intently at the floor as he sits in front of us on the couch.

" You shut your mouth. You are in deep shit trouble." Brian tells his son. Gus says nothing.

" Bri...give him a break." I say softly. Brian cocks an eye brow at me.

" A break? A break? The little shit ran away from home, took a fucking BUS 10 hours here, and now just EXPECTS me to let him live with m...us! " I smile.

" I think its sweet." I tell him.

He opens his mouth to protest but he sees the smirk that is on my lips and he quickly closes his mouth. We both turn our heads to look at Gus. He is staring at us, face flushed, and eyes red. Brian had been yelling at him for at least an hour now. He was pretty beaten down. I sit down on the couch next to him.

" What happened, Gus? "

He lets out a huge sigh and leans back on the couch. " I just...I couldn't stay there anymore. They were always on my case about shit. I couldn't do anything. And they were snooping in my room."

I look up at Brian and he is wincing.

" So you thought you could just come here, live with us and we'd let you get away with anything you want! " Brian yells.

" Take it easy, Brian." I tell him.

" Why can't I stay with you! You're my father! " Gus is hysterical. I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze. I look up at Brian with a pleading look. He sighs and finally sits down next to his son. He hands Gus the glass of beam. Gus looks at him with wide eyes and slowly takes the glass from his father's hand. He takes a tiny sip and makes a disgusted face. Brian and I both laugh.

" Gus, your mother's will never let you live with me." Brian tells him.

Gus lets out a huge sigh. " Maybe if Justin talked to them." He looks at me with a pleading look. My eyes shift to Brian. His lips are pulled into his mouth and his eyes are half closed. He is silent for a long time, before he finally speaks.

" Fine."

Gus's head snaps to look at his Father's direction. " What? "

Brian lets out a huge sigh. " I said FINE. You can live with us. If Mel and Linds agree...you....can live with us in the new house."

A huge smile spreads across my lips and it took everything I had not to jump over Gus and throw my arms around Brian.

" Really!!?? Are you serious??? " Gus exclaims.

Brian nods and takes his drink back from Gus and downs it.

" SWEET! " Gus's face looked like the fourth of July. Brian stands up and walks to the kitchen to pour himself more liquor. I wrap my arm around Gus's shoulder and pull him to me.

" I told you." I whisper in his ear. He smirks at me.

" Yea, you were right. He caved." I tussle his hair and we get up off the couch. Gus walks to his father and stands in front of him. Brian leers down at him, his tongue rolled into his cheek. Gus throws his arms around Brian.

Brian's eyes widen and he looks at me for help. I smile. His arms slowly go around Gus.

" Thank you." I hear Gus whisper into his shoulder. Brian closes his eyes. " Yea."

Gus lets go of Brian and shoves his hands in his pockets.

" Alright, now go get in trouble or something. Have fun while you can cause once we move in, there are going to be rules." Brian tells him.

" Rules? What kind of rules? " Gus's eyes widen.

" I'm not sure yet. but I'll think of some." Brian smiles at him.

Gus nods and heads toward the door. " I'll be Uncle Mikey's store."

" Be home for dinner! " I yell to him. Brian smirks at me. Yea, I was going to the mother and wife in this arrangement.

" Ok, Dad." Gus smiles and throws open the loft door. " Oh, and by the way. Fuck now, because I don''t want to hear you while I'm asleep on the couch tonight." The loft door slams shut.

" Little shit." Brian mumbles and takes a swig of Beam right from the bottle. I laugh and walk to him. I grab the bottle from his hand and set it down on the counter.

" You did a good thing, Brian." He narrows his eyes at me at first, then softens. He wraps his arms around me and I nuzzle into his chest.

" So much for us being alone." He mumbles into my hair.

" Doesn't matter. Britin is big enough. We will be alone a lot."

" We'll make sure his room is the farthest one from our bedroom." I laugh at him and kiss his neck.

" Ok, Dad." He winces.

I let go of him and walk to the other side of the counter. " Come look at the couches I picked out." He peers over my shoulder at the magazine, his hands placed firmly on my hips.

" Red, huh? " I nod and look at him over my shoulder.

" Mmmm." He flips the pages on the magazine and rubs his fingers on my waist.

" I don't think you should sell the loft." I say as I fold down corners on the pages of the furniture I like. He grabs my hand and turns me around.

" No? " He asks, with a serious look in his eyes.

I shake my head. " No. You can't get rid of it. There's too many memories here." I look into his eyes and he smiles.

" But we are going to make new memories...." He trails off, placing soft kisses on my face.

" I know, and we will. But I mean what if you end up working real late, or you're late coming home from the club? It would be crazy to drive all the way to Britin. You could just stay here."

He smiles and kisses me firmly. " Ok."

I brush past him and begin to walk to the bedroom. I needed a shower.

" So you're really staying this time? " I hear him say. I turn to find him leaning down across the counter, his fingers resting under his chin. He is tracing imaginary circles on the counter with his finger. He is fucking adorable.

" Yes, Brian. I told you. I'm staying. This time, and every time after that. And every time you ask me, I'll tell you the same thing. Yes. Time after Time."

 

 

Chapter 1

 

I had to step over not one, but two bookbags as I entered the house. There was not just the usual pair of beat up sneakers, but two, flung near the door. I almost tripped over a skateboard that I didn’t even know Gus owned, and cussed under my breath.

What the fuck was going on? You’d think that after two fucking months of living here, Gus would learn to take his fucking shit to his room.

“Justin? ” I called out, setting my briefcase down and loosening my tie. It had been a long day. We had a new account coming in tomorrow for some swimwear company, and I’d had to go through every model in the book to find a lineup for the representative to pick from. Idiots. They should have just let me pick someone. After all, if anyone has good taste in hot young blond boys, it’s me.

“In here, ” Justin called out from the kitchen.

I followed his voice, glancing into the living room to see if Gus was there. He wasn’t. “Why the fuck does Gus have two bookbags set up to trip me today? Isn’t one enough? ” I asked, entering the kitchen.

Justin’s back was turned to me, and he was stirring something in a large pot. “He has a friend over.”

“A friend, huh? ” I walked up behind him and put an arm around his waist, pressing against him. He smelled like himself, but also like garlic and oregano. Delicious. “Making one of Debbie’s old recipes? ”

He turned his head and smiled at me, placing a quick kiss on my lips. He tasted like marinara sauce. “Yeah, I thought I’d cook something special, in honor of our guest.”

“So who is this kid? ” I asked, letting go of Justin and going to the fridge for a bottle of water.

“Just a boy from school. It’s good that he’s finally making friends, ” Justin said. He began to hum something tuneless and unrecognizable under his breath while he stirred the sauce. I remember a time when his humming annoyed the shit out of me. These days, it’s just comforting.

It did take him a while to adjust. With my good looks, you’d think that he’d be more popular, ” I said, opening the bottle and drinking it, enjoying the view of Justin’s ass in those jeans he always wors when he paints. There was a yellow paint stain across the ass, which just drew more attention to it. I loved those pants.

“Oh, he’s popular enough. He’s already gotten a few love letters, ” Justin replied, turning to the meat that was browning in the pan next to the sauce. “I think the problem is that he’s not interested in any of them.”

I snort. “Well, maybe they’re from girls.” When he moved, his jeans gripped his ass more tightly, and I licked my lips.

“You know he’s bisexual, ” Justin replied, glancing back at me. He smirked and wiggled his ass, knowing that I was leering at him.

“Yet as far as I know, he’s only gone after men. Maybe he’ll keep it up.” I stepped forward and kissed the back of Justin’s neck, burying my face in his hair. God, he smelled good.

“Mm, ” Justin said, smiling and turning back to the food. “Well, this one’s a boy, ” he said. He sounded almost amused.

“And? ” I ask, nuzzling my face into his hair.

“Oh, you’ll see, ” Justin replied.

“Hey, dad! ” Gus said, walking into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and began digging around.

“Stop right there, ” Justin said, pointing a spatula at him. “Dinner is almost done. No snacking.”

Gus scowled and shut the door to the fridge firmly. “Fine, but hurry it up. We’re starving.”

I arched an eyebrow at him and nodded. “So? Where is he? ”

As if on cue, the boy walked into the kitchen. He was a little shorter than Gus, and was pretty cute, if you liked that sort of thing. He had dark brown hair, darker than Gus’, which was messy and slightly wavy, and in need of a cut. His eyes were brown, and his skin was pale, and he had faint traces of freckles across his nose.

“Hey, Joey, ” Justin said, smiling. “Go ahead and sit down, the food’s almost done.”

I arch an eyebrow at the boy, who is staring at me openly.

Gus went to get plates and set the table. The lesbians had trained him well. “Oh, that’s my dad, Brian, ” Gus said offhandedly.

Joey grinned nervously and nodded. “Hi, I’m Joey. I’m in Gus’ class.”

This kid was reminding me of someone. But who?

“Charmed, ” I said, sitting down at the table. Yeah, we ate at a table, now, but only when we had guests (which was far more often than I would have liked.) The rest of the time we would sit in the living room on the throw rug and Gus would watch TV and I’d nibble on Justin’s neck. I was looking forward to a dinner like that today, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. Damn.

“Uh, yeah, ” Joey said, sitting down across the table from me.

“Oh, dad, where’s that box of comics? ” Gus asked, setting the table.

Which one? ” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“The one with all the old stuff, ” Gus said, sitting down.

“Probably in one of the spare bedrooms, with all the other boxes you still haven’t unpacked, ” I said, watching Justin bring the food to the table. Spaghetti with meat sauce, and from the smell I could tell that it was indeed one of Debbie’s recipes. Damn, but sometimes I missed her. Not that I would tell anyone.

“Cool, ” Gus replied, turning to Joey. “I think the Captain Astro comics are in there, ” he said.

Joey’s eyes lit up and he smiled widely and suddenly I knew where I recognized him from. Michael. “Is that the one you were telling me about? ”

“Yeah, ” Gus replied. “Uncle Mikey loved those. He gave me a bunch of his extras. But we have to take good care of them ‘cause they’re rare and crap.”

Joey nodded, a serious expression on his face. “Of course, ” he said. Then he smiled again, eyes practically sparkling at Gus. “Thanks for having me over.”

Gus shrugged and started scooping spaghetti onto his plate. “Yeah, sure.”

I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Yeah, this kid was just like Michael, crush and all.

“So, Joey, why are you spending time with my stupid son? ” I asked, smirking across the table at him.

“Oh, um, ” he stammered for a moment. “He sorta beat up this kid that was… sorta beating me up.”

I snorted and started scooping spaghetti onto my plate. Damn Justin and his damn carbs. I was going to have to spend extra time on the treadmill after this.

Gus shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal, ” he said.

Justin smirked at me knowingly. “Like father like son.”

I rolled my eyes and ate. “Just don’t get suspended for fighting, or your mothers will want you shipped home.”

“I won’t, ” Gus said. “Anyway, I won’t have to anymore. After that fight, no one’s gonna mess with him.”

Joey beamed at Gus in adoration and ate his spaghetti. “It was really cool.”

I swallowed a laugh. This was fucking pathetic.

“Just don’t make any enemies, ” Justin said, giving Gus a look.

I frowned and put my hand on his knee under the table. He glanced at me and grinned.

“Yeah, sure, ” Gus said. “It’s no big deal. Tons of kids get into fights.”

“Just remember, your tuition is costing more than you can imagine, so don’t fuck up, ” I reminded him.

“Well, then, you shouldn’t be making me go to a stupid private school, ” he snapped back.

Hmm. He really hadn’t wanted to go to private school, but I could afford it, and I knew first-hand how shitty public school was. Of course, St. James was out of the question, even if Justin did insist that things had changed. No son of mine was going to go to a religious school. So we’d put him in a private school in West Virginia, closer to the house.

Shit, did I just actually think ‘no son of mine’? Fuck. I need a drink.

I got up to get myself a glass of wine and poured one for Justin as well.

“But it’s okay, since we can hang out now! ” Joey said, smiling widely.

Gus grinned at him. “Yeah, I guess. At least we can suffer through it together.”

“How are you getting home tonight, Joey? ” I asked. I wasn’t going to give the kid a ride, I was tired and I wanted to get Justin into bed and naked as soon as possible.

“My mom’s gonna pick me up in a couple of hours, ” he said, his eyes never leaving Gus.

“Okay, finish your dinner, and try to keep it down, ” Justin said.

“You, too, ” Gus replied, smirking at us.

Justin had the decency to blush faintly. I just smirked back. “No promises.”

Joey blinked at us, clueless and naï ve.

Oh, yes. This was going to be hilarious.

 

 

Time After Time-Sequel to Kondo---Chapter 2

 

“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.” Eleanor Roosevelt

 

I awoke to the sound of my cell ringing annoyingly on the bedside table. I groan loudly and fish around for it not opening my eyes.

 

“Mmmfh? ” I mumble into the phone when I finally get it open. I refuse to open my eyes.

 

“Don’t tell me you’re STILL in bed, Sunshine.” Brian’s voice is chipper. I don’t understand how he can be such a morning person.

 

“Leave me alone.” I grumble.

 

“I did leave you alone this morning. I let you sleep and I took Gus to school.”

 

“I was up late, Brian. You know that.” The past few nights had been spent pouring over my textbooks for my final paper for my Fundamentals of Education class. Last night Brian even had to carry me to bed when he found me fast asleep on top of the keyboard in the office.

 

“I do know.” His voice is soft now. Ok now I feel bad.

 

I sigh and finally open my eyes to look at the clock. 10: 39. Shit. I really should get out of bed.

 

“Listen, get up, get some coffee, work some more on your project since you don’t have any classes today and then get your sexy ass over here and have lunch with me.” I can tell he’s smiling. It makes me smile too.

 

“Ok.” I yawn and sit up in bed.

 

“Be here by 1: 30. I should just be finishing up with Madison Surf wear then.”

 

“Did you find a model? ” I climb out of bed and pad barefoot downstairs to the kitchen.

 

He groans. “No. All the pictures I emailed to him of the best models we have he didn’t like. So he’s coming in at 11 to look at some more portfolios.”

 

“Mmmkay.” I pour myself some already made coffee into my mug. Brian is so good to me. He always makes sure the coffee is made for me on days like this. I’m honestly not sure how I got so lucky.

 

“Do you want to go out to lunch or do you want me to bring something? ”

 

“Just bring something. We can eat here and then I can have you for desert.” I can tell he has a wide grin across his face.

 

“Mmm. Sounds awesome. I’ll see you soon.” Two beats. “I love you.”

 

Pause. “Bye Sunshine.”

 

I flip my cell shut and drop it on the counter. I bring my coffee into the office and turn on the computer. I was almost done with my paper, which made me happy because tomorrow was my birthday and there was no way in HELL I was working on my birthday.

 

I bury my face in my hands and sigh. 33. 33 Fucking years old. Now I know how Brian must have felt all those years. Even though I really don’t hear him complain much about his age anymore. Or the fact that speckles of gray were starting to come through his brown locks. I smile to myself. He was still beautiful.

 

Not that we had anything planned for my birthday. This was my first birthday being back together, so it was special to me, but I’m sure he didn’t have anything planned. If he remembered at all. I don’t get worked up about those kinds of things anymore with Brian. He has shown me in better ways how much he loves me. I don’t need a cake or a fancy dinner or flowers like I used to think I did years ago. All I needed was him.

 

I put the last finishing touches on my paper, shower quickly and head toward Kinnetik, my cock already twitching at the thought of Brian fucking me on the couch in his office.

 

I’m not sure how I got so lucky.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

I stroll into Kinnetik, brown paper bag full of Thai in hand. I head to Brian’s office and wave at Cynthia as I pass.

 

“Madison Swimwear is still in there with him.” She says with a nervous smile.

 

“Are you kidding me? ”

 

She shakes her head. “They still haven’t found the ‘perfect’ model.” She uses quotation marks with her fingers and rolls her eyes as she says perfect. I laugh and walk around the corner. Brian’s office door is open and I see an older gentleman dressed in jeans and a button down Hawaiian shirt sitting across from Brian at his desk.

 

“Mr. Madison, I’m really not sure what it is you’re looking for.” I hear Brian say. “I’ve shown you every model we have and then some.”

 

“Mr. Kinney the image I am trying to have set in this campaign is of a hot and sexy male who doesn’t KNOW he is hot and sexy. I don’t want cockiness. I don’t want some chiseled, buff, conceited model. I want a boy next door, an average every day male.” Mr. Madison leans back in his chair and gives Brian a challenging look.

 

“Well then with all do respect Mr. Madison, we might as well go stand out on the street to find what you are looking for.”

 

I silently walk in and raise an eyebrow at Brian. He smiles when he sees me and mouths ‘sorry’ to me as I head toward the couch. I see Mr. Madison’s head whip to look at me. I sit on the couch and begin to flip through the latest issue of ‘Heat’. I see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Madison get up from his chair and slowly walk to me. He is staring. I look up.

 

“You.” He says.

 

“Huh? ”

“You. I want you.”

 

I give him a confused look. “Excuse me? ” I mean he wasn’t bad looking but he was older. Older than Brian. He turns to look at Brian and points to me.

 

“This is the model.”

 

Brian chuckles and walks around his desk over to us.

 

“Mr. Madison, he isn’t one of our models. This is my partner, Justin Taylor.”

 

“I don’t care who he is, HE’S the model. He’s the one I want.”

 

My mouth is hanging open at this point. Me? A model?

 

“Justin is an artist, Mr. Madison. He’s never modeled in his life.” Brian is looking at him like he is crazy.

 

“Like I said. I don’t care. He is the image I have been looking for.” He folds his arms and gives Brian a LOOK. “It’s him or no one.”

 

Now it’s Brian’s turn for HIS mouth to hang open. He looks between Mr. Madison and myself.

 

“I…I…I’m not a model. I’m sure they are WAY better looking models….”

 

“No. This is exactly what I was talking about. You have no idea how good looking you are. You’re perfect for this ad.” Mr. Madison interrupts. All I can do is stare.

 

“I’ll make sure you are paid the exact same amount any other model is paid. Right, Mr. Kinney? ” Mr. Madison raises an eyebrow at Brian.

 

Brian swallows and nods. He is in just as much shock as I am.

 

“So? ” I am asked.

 

“Um, sure I guess. If you’re sure.” What the FUCK?

 

“Good.” Mr. Madison walks to the chair he was sitting in and gathers his brief case. “We have a 6pm deadline tomorrow to get the proofs to Heat and Surf America magazines. I’ll need you here by noon tomorrow.”

 

“I…well tomorrow is my birthday…” I begin to say.

 

Mr. Madison smiles. “It wont take long. You’ll be done in time to go home and celebrate with your partner here.” He looks at Brian. “I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Kinney.” With that he is out the door before Brian and I can get another word in edge wise.

 

Brian and I stay silent for what seems like an eternity.

 

“Well, I’ve always told you you were hot, Sunshine.” He sits next to me on the couch and places a hand on my knee.

 

“So, I’d be in like magazines? And billboards? In just swimwear? ” I ask him, my voice shaky.

 

He pales. “Yup.”

 

“And you’re ok with this? ”

 

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be? ”

 

“Well, for one, millions of men and woman are going to see me everyday.”

 

“Men and woman see you everyday NOW, Justin.” He tells me.

 

“I-I know. But, this is different. And what the fuck do I know about modeling? ”

 

“Justin, you can get up in front of an entire club filled with horny men and dance in your underwear but you can have pictures taken of you in swim shorts? ” He is smirking at me. I relax slightly.

 

“I know, but… this is different. I’m different.”

 

He wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face into my hair. “You need to have more confidence, Justin. You’re hot. I’ve been telling you that since the first day I met you. You were hot then and you’re still hot now.” He kisses my head. I close my eyes and smile.

 

“Ok.”

 

“You’re gonna be fine. And I’ll be there in case you get nervous.”

 

I giggle. “Or in case someone tries to grope me.”

 

He laughs and buries his nose in the crook of my neck. “If they’re hot, I may join in on the groping.” I climb onto his lap and kiss him deeply. His tongue massages mine and I moan into him. This whole idea of me modeling is turning him on. How do I know? The enormous hard on pressing against my leg. He tugs on my hair as we kiss and I shiver.

 

“Did you bring lunch? ” He asks against my swollen lips.

 

“Mmm hmmm. But I was thinking we could do desert first.” I lick his lower lip. His eyes glaze over with lust and before I know if I am flipped onto my back on the soft leather couch.

 

“I think that can be arranged, Mr. Taylor.”

 

I’m not sure how I got so lucky.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Justin had wanted to stay up late and paint, but I’d convinced him (using persuasive speech, and also my dick) that he should go to bed at a decent time. Now I was glad I had. Getting him out of bed was still nearly impossible. (This time I had to use persuasive speech and my mouth.) However, despite his moaning and bitching about getting up at the crack of 7 AM, we arrived to Kinnetik only a few minutes late.

Cynthia greeted us as we passed her desk and went into my office. She handed me the usual pile of memos and warned me that the Madison Surf people had already called to check on the status of the photo shoot.

People needed to have more confidence in me. Kinnetik didn’t win awards every year by fucking up something as simple as swimsuit ads. I sat at my desk and flipped through the memos Cynthia had handed me to make sure there was nothing urgent.

“Hey… Brian, ” Justin said.

I glanced up and saw him standing on the other side of my desk. He was chewing on his lower lip and tapping his left foot anxiously.

“Yes? ” I arched an eyebrow at him. He was so cute when he was nervous.

“I don’t know about this, ” he said.

“You’ll be fine, ” I replied, standing up and walking around the desk to him. “Don’t queen out.”

“I turn 33 today, ” he said, getting two fingers under my tie and staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his. “Shouldn’t they have someone younger? ”

I smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “You do realize that you don’t look a day over 28, right? ”

He flushed and shook his head. “Don’t try to flatter me into doing this. I won’t. I’m not going to.”

I rolled my eyes and tugged on some of his hair gently. “You will, or your partner will lose a large account, and will have to spank you for being bad.”

The room seemed to brighten as he smiled at me. “In that case I really won’t.”

I snorted and shook my head. “You’re doing it. You’ll be fine. Just pretend you’re back at Babylon, getting paid to shake your ass.”

He rolled his eyes. “I already told you, I’ve changed, it’s not the same thing.”

“You’re right. This is far less demeaning. Besides, you love the attention, ” I replied, pinching his cheek and walking towards the door.

He sighed heavily. “Fine. But you’ll owe me-“

“A million blowjobs? ” I asked.

Yeah, ” he replied, smiling.

When we arrived to the photo shoot room, the camera men were already setting up, and the backgrounds were in place. I preferred to do outdoor shoots on location, but Madison Surf was run by a bunch of cheap old men, so we’d done what we could. All in all, I didn’t think your average person would be able to tell the difference.

“Is this him? ” the photography manager asked me.

“Justin Taylor, meet the man behind the photos, Mr. Scheid, ” I said, nodding at him.

“Hi, ” Justin said, sticking his hand out to shake Scheid’s hand, but of course the asshole turned away and went back to his camera. Justin glanced at me nervously.

He’s anti-social, but he knows how to use a camera, ” I explained.

Justin grinned nervously and nodded.

“Get him ready, ” Scheid said, motioning for one of his assistants.

“You’ll be fine, ” I told Justin, and took a seat behind the cameras. I normally didn’t interfere with photo shoots unless I thought there would be a problem, but I couldn’t just abandon Justin to the sharks. Besides, this was going to be hot.

Justin followed the young photography assistant to the dressing room to change. I hoped they had something in blue. He looked good in blue.

“Hey, Bri, ” Ted said, walking over to me.

I glanced at him and frowned. “Shouldn’t you be at your desk, Theodore? And it’s Mr. Kinney.”

“Sure, Bri, ” he replied. “But I didn’t want to miss Justin’s big premier.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. It was a good thing Theodore was so good at what he did, because otherwise I wouldn’t have put up with him.






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