Left 4 Dead (Closed)

I felt his cockhead stretch my ass wide as he was getting so close. My orgasm hit me hard this time around as I came around his fingers while he fucked my tight ass. "Oh fuck!!" I screamed out as I felt him cum deep within my body. My body was wracked with pleasure at this point and I was slipping from consciousness. I struggled to stay awake as I responded, "Yes...that...you are...amazing..." My words were jumbled at this point, but it had felt totally amazing..
 
Hearing her words I panted,"You're so beautiful" or at least I tried to say,but what came out were tired gasps as my body lowered onto her and kissing tenderly the back of the neck, lapping at the shoulders, blowing away the long, dark strands of hair. My mind seemed to be turn to white, I felt as though I was passing out, but gritting my teeth, steeling my resolve as I slowly pulled out and rolled beside Zoey and kissed her pink lips. "Oh, God...you were...amazing...I haven't felt this way...ever," pulling her close so that our combined heat made it seem like a sauna. Looking deep into her eyes and brushing a few more strands of her hair to show more of her glowing skin, "Mmmmm" purring low then smiling, flashing the pearly whites. I could've asked 'Was it good for you?" but that would only ruin the moment. There were no needs for words, just savor the moment and the one that you're with and kissed Zoey tenderly, slowly slipping the tongue in brushing over the tips of the teeth and crossing the ankles. We weren't needed, best to enjoy the calm together as I continued to softly moan through the lips. "Zoey...."
 
I laid down beside him and felt his heartbeat through his chest. "Robert...You're amazing," was all I could say. I was slowly slipping in and out of sleep. I hadn't slept well since before the dead started coming back to life. Everything was as it should be right now - we were together and that's all that mattered. Love was only a four letter word, this was pure bliss laying together in the glow of our lovemaking. I kissed him deeply, my tongue slowly twirling and dueling with his. Our breathing was becoming slower as we calmed down to just kiss. His body felt amazing against mine, the warmth, the breathing in sync with one another.

"You think they're done in there?" Louis asked Bill.
"Yeah, but don't think about going in there right now. By the sounds that we heard, wouldn't be a good idea, heh heh," the old man responded taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
Francis was now on the deck of the ship, looking through binoculars. "No, it can't be. Bill get your ass out here!"
Bill and Louis went out where Francis was, "What are you hollering about?"
"Look," was all that Francis said handing Bill the binoculars.
"Oh shit.. That's a lot of Tanks," he said letting the cigarette drop from his mouth stepping on it.
"No no, not that. Yeah that's bad, but that.." Francis said pointing. "Survivors."
Louis grabbed the binoculars from Bill's hands and looked, "SURVIVORS?! Four of 'em by the looks of it."
"Yeah, and they're in deep shit right now," Bill said turning to go to the gun room.
 
We were lying there, kissing passionately, not saying another word. There was no need for words, we just continued to feel each other and kiss before it was ruined. There was a banging on the bulkhead followed by Bill's gruff voice booming through the corridors, "On your feet, boys and girls. We have contacts!"

"God damn it!" I cursed loudly, "Lifting my head and looking for my pants. This was not how it was suppose to end. We had everything we wanted right here, we had forgotten about the undead, when I heard Bill's voice it took me a moment to recognize who it was until he began calling out both our names. "Captain, get your ass up here!"

Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed I found the pants and thrust both legs in and zipped up, "God damn it" shaking my head every second. "C'mon, we're needed" I turned to face Zoey with half a smile on my lips".

At the same time Francis was on the bow watching as the tanks were tearing down a series of barricades with ease as the four survivors were being pushed towards the very edge of a narrow wood dock. "Put some nitrus in the engine, ladies" Francis laughed as he racked his shotgun, "Full speed ahead!"
 
I was easily wanting to go another round until we heard Bill's voice. "More survivors?" I questioned Robert before I got up. I quickly found my clothes and threw them on, tucking my shirt into my jeans and throwing my red jacket on. I made it up on deck and heard Francis shouting orders. Louis gave me the binoculars as he ran by to go grab a gun. "I can't believe it! More fucking survivors!" Then I saw the Tanks. "Oh no..GET US OVER THERE NOW!"

"But we can't risk getting hit by one of those bastards," Francis said coming out to my side.
"Yes, but we have to try!" I yelled pleading with everyone.

"Look! A boat! I'll try to wave them down," Rochelle screamed with anguish and exhaustion in her voice.
"We don't have a choice. They won't see us," Coach said lowering his head.
"What the hell are you doing, man? You can't give up, not now," Ellis said trying to plead with him.
"I have to kill them or they'll destroy that boat if they do see us," Coach replied pushing Nick out of the way.
"Hey! Don't go becoming a martyr, we need to focus our fire if we're going to survive," Nick said trying to pull him back.
"Get the boat waved down. I'll handle these motherfuckers," Coach said lighting a molotov on fire.
"No, Coach!" screamed Rochelle, but her screams were useless as the Tanks kept barreling towards them.
Coach raised the bottle up and ran in the middle of the onslaught of murderous mutants, dropping it to set himself and the Tanks on fire.

"Why wou---why did he do that?" I said looking towards the scene on shore. "Give them firepower! We're close enough! Start shooting!"
 
Every rifle began chattering away as the ship barreled in. The tanks were wrapped in flames but they continued coming as Nick loaded a fresh magazine into his rifle and blasted the flaming mass but they fell to their knees and then onto their face.

"Get us in close and have them jump onboard!" I called to the bridge from the bow.

"Aye-aye!"

We came in at ten knots, the stack spewing smoke as it chugged along. We were aiming for the tip of the dock where three were waiting, there was a tall, thin man in a white uit now speckled with blood. He gritted his teeth in seeing the heaping mass burning in front of him.

"Almost there! One hundred yards!" the helmsman said.

It appeared to be a mile as the infected leapt over the flames, many catching fire and being consumed. The air was putrid with the horrid stench.

"Almost there!"

When the metal hull scrapped alongside the dock the three leaped over the rails and onto the metal deck.
 
"Now get us out of here!" Nick screamed at the crew. The flaming torments were coming right at the ship as it left from the shore.

I came up to the woman who was now crying that was with the other two guys, "You're safe now. I'm Zoey."

"I'm sorry if I'm not all about pleasantries right now, but I'm Rochelle," she said fighting back tears. "Coach...oh Coach.."

"Hi, I'm Ellis," the one guy said, "Thanks for saving our asses back there."

"Oh it's not a problem," Louis said.

"How far did you guys go?" Bill asked the guy in the suit.

"We've been together since Atlanta. Tried making it for the Keys when shit went to crap," Nick said.

"Well, that's where we're going," I said standing up.
 
Ellis continued looking at Zoey as the sailors searched the new arrivals for any bites. The ship pulled away and Rochelle looked at the slowly disappearing flames. "How about we get you folks some chow?" Bill said. The prospects of good food made the three hopeful despite the loss of their friend. They were quiet in their walk below decks with Rochelle fighting back tears.

"Sorry about your friend" I said, "We can hold a ceremony for him, if you like."

"Thank you," Rochelle said softly, "What's your name?"

"Robert. Robert Carroll. I'm captain of this ship." Ellis, the youngest of them,snapped a salute to me which I returned.

"Well, you got a lovely boat here," Nick said curling his lips at the steel all around him. "You folks heading to the Keys.." tugging at the collar to his white suit.

When we reached the galley I whispered to Zoey of she could fix something simple for our new friends as they sat together at one of the tables. Bill was looking at the man in the suit, Nick, with a perturbed look as if he smelled trouble.

Knowing that he was being suspected, Nick tried to defuse the situation, "The name's Nick" he smirked with a smooth voice, but for some reason Bill was slow to shake the white suit's hand. He looked like trouble.
 
"Sure, I'll go fix something. Be right back," I said heading to the kitchen. I pulled out some leftover broth from two days ago and threw some rice into the mix. Chicken and Rice soup would always warm up anyone. I grabbed some packages of crackers and made my way back up to the galley. "Dig in. It'll warm you up. Showers are two hallways down on the right if you need to get cleaned up," I said sitting the bowls down in front of the three.

"T-thank you," Rochelle said, staring into the soup. She hadn't really known Coach for that long, but before all hell broke loose, her former boyfriend had been a jock at the High School that Coach taught at. Besides that, he had saved her ass and the guys a bunch that's why she was so upset.

Ellis picked up a spoon and took a bite of the soup. "Damn, miss! You sure can cook. Probably better than my Ma back home, or at least what she used to cook. Bet I never told you guys that I once entered a rib eating contest, only to lose to Bubba John back in 2006. I came in at a close second though. Was some good ribs too."

Francis came into the galley grabbing a cup of coffee, "You sure do talk a helluva lot huh, boy?"

"Sorry, mister," Ellis responded digging into the soup more, breaking crackers off into it.

Bill was being gruff as always, but more than usual when Nick introduced himself. He took a drag on his cigarette, "Just not a fan of men in suits, no offense."

"None taken," Nick started. "I'm originally from the Keys and was once a card dealer in Tuscaloosa. Not much about me really."

I looked at him and moved behind Bill, "Look more like a pimp to me," I said laughing. "The rings, just saying."
 
"Oh, yeah" Nick smiled looking at the blood covered gold rings, each one of them was different and had a separate meaning. "Got these babies a long time ago. Figured that when the dollar becomes toilet paper, these rings will get me what I need." He did have a point with that. The barter system would be the de facto way of trading, gold or other precious metals or good for other good, and in severe cases people would trade for flesh like Zoey's.

"You're all welcome to stay" I said standing relaxed at the edge of the table beside Zoey as the three slowly ate, "But if you're going to stay then we'll need your particular set of skills. Any one of you good with machines?"

"Shit, man, i'm a mechanic back where i'm from. I bet I can go down there and get that baby purring in no time" flashing a smile at me and then over at Zoey. He was younger than me and from my experience I could tell that he was falling for the brunette with the bright red jacket, but I didn't step him and lash out. He had been through enough already, might as well give him something to smile at.

"The rest of you though, we need everyone to pull their weight. Otherwise we'll be dead in the water. We still have several hundred miles until we reach the keys and we'll need to find a spot."
 
"Oh sure. I can do more than deal cards. I'll be a lookout if you need one, or wherever you need me, I'll do it," Nick said looking back at the soup to finish it.

Rochelle was still a bit silent when she stood up, "If you don't mind, I'm going to go to the showers. Clothes in there for someone like me?"
"Sure, the second set of lockers has women's clothes. Just pick what fits and it's yours," I said reassuring her. "Robert, can I talk to you for a bit?"

I walked down the corridor and stood against the metal wall. "I saw how you looked at Ellis.. You don't have to worry. I am yours for as long as you'll have me," I said placing my hand on his face. I looked into his eyes and kissed him deeply, "You don't have to worry."

Francis was standing just outside the door of the galley, his face sour at the idea we were talking, "If you two lovebirds are done chatting, the helmsman needs to have a word with the captain about our location.."
 
I smiled at Zoey and kissed her forehead before walking past Francis jiving, "Lok at you using big words.." The heavy biker muttered under his lips as I went past and looked at Zoey and wanted to say something but nothing escaped from his mouth as we returned to the galley. By then Rochelle had disappeared to the showers, Nick had gone on deck, Ellis had gone to the engine room leaving just us together for the moment. "Glad we got them out" I said collecting the trays and taking them to the kitchen where I helped Zoey clean them. "You may want to talk to Rochelle. She's taking her friend's death hard. We have to convince her that we're here to help and we'll have another ceremony on the fantail if they want it." It was a token gesture, but I wanted to help these new arrivals as much as I wanted to help my crew. "Ellis is young, he seems to be taking the death easy, best to keep him busy. If he's good with engines then we can keep him there" I knew that it sounded like I wanted him excluded from the rest of us and be away from Zoey, but that's not what I wanted it to sound. She said she was mine,I trusted her word, I just needed to change my words,"We just need to keep everyone busy."

On deck Nick went to the bridge where the helmsman was. "See anything?" the suit asked.

"Nothing on the scopes and nothing on the horizon" the sailor replied.

"You know we've been followed by a bunch on Tanks in these shallow waters" a jaded voice called out from a hatchway. It was Francis coming in with his powerful frame towards the thin, shorter Nick. "If you're going to look for anything, look below the water."

"Sonar's not.." the helmsman tried to say but the biker waved him off.
 
"I don't give a damn what sonar's got...I'm just saying if you want to see the truth, look beneath the waves," Francis said pushing his way over to the controls, giving Nick a dirty look on his way.

"I don't really think that those bastards can swim, can they?" Nick said, returning the look but turning away. "It's not like their Michael Phelps or some shit like that."

"No, but we have seen them beneath the surface, that's enough for me to believe," Louis said coming in.

"Well, if you guys have seen them, then it must be something to think about," Nick replied.

"I certainly will go check on Rochelle," I said cleaning the dishes and putting them away. "I'm certain she will be able to express herself with another woman. I'll head down there now." I turned and headed to the showers. I knocked on the door, "Rochelle? It's me, Zoey. May I come in?"

Rochelle had been crying in the shower when the knock came, "Um..sure, I'll be right out.." She was fighting back the tears at this point so she could talk.

"I understand that losing your friend has been tough on you, and I'm sure that you've been fighting the thought to just give up," I said leaning against the wall of the room. "But here, we need you. Think about the other guys, they need you too. I know what you're going through. I h-had...had to kill my own parents after they turned."

Rochelle stayed silent for a good portion of what Zoey was saying, listening to the woman's kind words, gasping as she mentioned she had to shoot her own family. "I know, but honestly, I just don't know how much longer I can handle this zombie stuff. I hate them, because they took Coach," Rochelle said choking up at the sound of his own name.

"I understand. But look at it this way, there's a guy here that hates stuff too. He hates coffee, he hates trucks, he hates zombies.. To be honest, I don't know what there is that Francis doesn't hate," I said trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, Captain Robert said that we can have a memorial for your friend later on if you want. We've had one for one of our own already, so it's not a problem."

"Sure.. I'll be out in a bit. Tell the Captain to have the stuff ready, please?" Rochelle said turning off the water. "And hey...thanks for understanding and I'm sorry for your loss."

I was fighting back tears welling up in my eyes thinking back to my family, "Sure. I'm sorry for your loss too." I walked back out and found Francis yelling at Nick. "Hey hey! Don't make me sic Bill on your asses. Quit your yelling!"

"Yes ma'am!" They said turning around acting as if I had just scolded two 5 year old kids.
 
Zoey had a bark to her that cut them both cold. I couldn't help but chuckle at the two looking at her then looking away as I entered. They were ashamed that they were stopped by a woman, so they kept their mouths shut as I came in a moment later. Holding Zoey lightly on the shoulder I coaxed her towards the map where the helmsman had marked our position. We were some 200 nautical miles North-north-east of the Cuba Coast. That was good and he noted that weather was light. I nodded at this and smiled at her, "Looks like smooth sailing for awhile," leaning over the table. "I was justin the engine room. Ellis is fitting in quite nicely. He's like a kid in a candy shop down there. How's Rochelle doing?"

"Someone call for me?" Bill walked in surprisingly with no cigarette in between his lips. The Vietnam vet waltzed in with authority packed in a smaller frame that it scared Francis and Nick again. His voice was a growl, "God damn it, you sons of Charlie whores, you two can't get along? You just met and already you're already comparing dick sizes. Dicks count for shit, you idiots! Now stop this bitching or i'll sic Zoey on the both of yas."

That made me chuckle again.
 
I was thoroughly enjoying the fact that the guys were quieting down after Bill showed up. "Yeah, I told 'em that I'd have you show 'em what's up if they didn't stop," I said chuckling under my breath. It was really starting to become like one big family, considering how we were laughing and playing around with each other. It was a nice change of pace.

"Rochelle agreed to having the memorial service," I answered Robert. "Not sure, but I believe that she has a photo of her frie---"

"His name was Coach. Not her friend every time, a'ight? His name...was Coach," Ellis said coming in tucking a wrench in his back pocket.

"Oh sorry," I said replying to him.

"Ah, no worries, miss. It's quite alright," he said heading back out. "Where's that Louis guy? I need his help down there real quick."

"I'm right here," Louis sounded off heading with him. "What is it you need help with?"

Their voices left as they walked away, just as Rochelle walked in the door. She was wearing a denim jacket, white t-shirt and white jeans. "Hey..Sorry if they hang off of me a bit. Not really much to wear in there.."

"I know the issue, trust me," I said reassuring her.

Francis' eyes opened wide seeing her before us, as if his heart had been struck by an arrow.
 
"He looks smitten" I whispered to Zoey, "Must be the vest". The ship glided across the calm water and the sun began to disappear below the horizon. "We're going under blackout conditions" all outside lights were extinguished and all doors closed. "We're keeping our distance from the Florida coast and making for the strait that separates Florida from Cuba. We'll see Miami here soon. That has me worried. Large harbor,many ships. We might run into people." I was torn there. I didn't want the ship to get bogged down helping people on their rowboats and their yachts. "As much as I want to help people, we can't help everyone" my voice dipping to sadness. Miami was a huge city and if the infected were there, it had to be a blood bath. There was also Coast Guard and military bases, another chance to resupply and top everything off before we reach they Keys,but the city was too big, too big of a chance of being overwhelmed.

Looking down at the map for a moment my eyes lifted up to Zoey, her red jacket standing out from the rest of her surroundings. "You going to go to bed soon? You're going to need your strength for tomorrow."
 
I looked to the floor as he explained about Miami. "Yeah, I'm going to bed soon. But you can't be serious...we're not going to attempt the chance at supplies in Miami?" I moved near him and noticed that we'd be docking in the Keys tomorrow if we didn't stop in Miami.

"We're not entirely sure how much is going to be in the Keys when we get there," Bill said putting his cigarette out. "But it might be worth a shot, captain. If you're up for it, of course."

I knew that Robert wouldn't want to take a chance at losing another person - not this close to the end of the voyage. "It's up to you, Captain.."

Francis has since moved near Rochelle, "Hey.." he said with a bit of suaveness to his tone.
"Hi," she said looking up at him, then taking a sip of coffee..
"I can lead you to your quarters if you want. If not, I understand," he said rubbing the back of his head.
"Um, sure.. I wouldn't mind. Kind of new to the ship-scene, might need some guidance from someone who has been here awhile," she said putting the mug down.

I bumped Robert on the shoulder, "Yep. He's smitten and it's not the vest this time.."
 
Watching Francis go with Rochelle a smile came across my lips before I shook my head knowing that it would get hot and heavy down there. Looking down at the map there was Miami on the outline of the state, it didn't give a great deal of detail. Turning about I went through a cabinet of other maps and found one with Miami. We were smart enough to get maps of all coastline cities with harbors deep enough to accept the draft of the Pigeon. Rolling it out to the full extent I placed a couple of coffee mugs to keep it in place and looked it over. There was Miami, the shoreline the many harbors and docks for pleasure crafts and there were the naval facilities. I felt it was too big, but Zoey and Bill were right.

"Try the radio, keep sending out calls to see if anyone in the Miami area responds. We can't go in by night. We have to be able to see where we're going and any threats. Our goal will be the Coast Guard station. It has a dock and facilities with anything we'll need. The depth is deep enough to take the Pigeon, we can dock there. If they have what we need we can use forklifts to move the supplies. Zoey you will take Bill, Francis, Louis, Ellis, and Nick and head out and sweep the area. I'm leading another team of six sailors to sweep the other side of the base. Once the all clear is given the Pigeon will dock. The ship will give us away so we'll give us away to everyone, so we'll have to move fast."
 
I listened to him talking about the Coast Guard station. "I know they might have some materials that we could use to makeshift stuff, not to mention some MREs," I explained. I knew it was a long shot with trying to go there. The place might be burned to the ground but it was worth a try.

Nick crossed his arms, "I'm not wanting to hear the idea of having to deal with more of those things, but if it means we get what we need before the Keys, fine. I'll talk to Ellis about it later."

"Good," I said turning back to Robert and Bill. "Then it's settled. One last stop before the sunny islands of the Keys."

"Don't get your hopes up too much, Zo.." Bill said, sounding gruff. "Just because it was there doesn't mean that it's there right now.

"Well, I don't care. Worth a shot to get what we need. Besides, might be plenty of firearms on some people or ammo. Stuff for the ship," I said talking to him.
 
Bill growled and lit up knowing that he'll be going in. The helmsman reported that he could see the glow of Miami on the horizon. We were closing in.

"Helmsman, put us in a position ten miles off the Coast Guard station's dock. We'll wait it out until dawn. At first light, we'll head in" nodding to Zoey. "Keep trying the radio. See if we can pick anyone up or hear any chatter. Everyone else, rest up. We have a big day tomorrow."

Nick scoffed and headed out followed by Bill leaving a lingering trail of smoke. Looking at Zoey, "That includes you, Zoey" smiling at her. "I hope we meet other people. We'll need more hands to keep a safe area for ourselves."
 
"Yes, of course," I said turning towards him after everyone else had left. I kissed him on the lips lightly before blushing, heading back out to my bunk. "Until the morning.." I walked to my bunk. I could hear noises coming from the end of the corridor. All too familiar noises. I laughed realizing that it was Francis and Rochelle getting busy. I shook my head and laid down on the bunk. Tomorrow would be a busy day and a risky one as well, but we would be able to complete it thoroughly, I was sure of it.

I closed my eyes and my mind drifted into a dream. "No Bill, Louis! Don't turn that corner!" The mission had gone well until a Jockey and Spitter turned around and attacked us full force. "Watch out!" I screamed, shooting at a charger. I turned around and saw two zombies that looked familiar - my mother and father, turned. I sat up in a hurry, gasping for breath. I was still having nightmares from that time. It hadn't been too long since I laid down so I just turned over, staring into the darkness. The fact that my parents had become 'stenches' and I had to kill them, would haunt me for life.
 
Heading to my quarters I laid out after changing into shorts and a t-shirt and fell into a fitful sleep. A lot was on my mind. The mission, Zoey, the ship. Everything was riding on our shoulders. We lost two people already. Two deaths seem insignificant with millions dying every day, but they were close to us, people that were our friends. Then there was the risk that the station was overrun or destroyed. I tossed and turned for several hours and faded in and out.

The other crew were trying to do the same. Only a lookout on the mast and one on the bridge and when the Pigeon was ten miles off the dock the engine rolls to a stop and the anchor was dropped. The depth was too deep for a Tank or any other to reach us. The radio was silent. Damn. The glow of the horizon was intense as thousands of fires burned. Seemed as though every building was alight that the lookout could feel the heat all the way out here.
 
I turned over and felt instantly alone. I sat up out of the bed and looked at my watch. "5am huh?" I decided I would go take a shower. I heard the shower on and knocked on the wall. "Um, hello? Who's in here?"

Francis was shocked to hear a noise from the entrance to the shower room. "Oh Zoey.. Um, it's just me in here, I'll be out in a bit for you to have the room."

"Oh, okay. No problem, take your time." I walked back to the bunk room to sort through some clothing that I had picked out. It wasn't much but when we first got rescued by the men on this ship, they had been just that, men. Not too many women's clothes to pick through so I just had a few small a-shirts and jeans that I still had to wear with a belt to hold them up.

"You don't think she heard us, huh?" Rochelle asked Francis stepping out of the shower to get dressed.
"Honey, if anyone heard us, then we should be proud, right?" He had a smile on his face for the first time in forever.
"Yeah, that's right.." Rochelle was smiling as well, first time in a long time since this whole hell started.
 
Francis left the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, showing his well crafted muscles covered in fine art. He went right past Zoey with a smug look on his face but said, "Hey, Zo. How'd you sleep?" gathering up his clothes and his black leather vest. And right behind him was the wrapped up Rochelle, "Hey, girl."

I didn't know how much sleep I got, but when the clock began flashing 0500 I figured it was best to get up now while it was still dark. As captain I had my own shower where I washed myself and clothed before heading to the bridge where the man on duty reported that there had been no contact with anyone on shore and the radar was showing a few small surface crafts in and around the docks, perhaps a few ships that couldn't get out. The area was still aglow with the thousands of fires. Sun rise would be soon, best now to wake everyone up, get them showered, fed, and armed for this big event. "Get everyone up and report to the bridge for the briefing" I said to the sailor who piped the order through the ship's internal PA system.
 
Seeing the two of them walk out of the shower made me smile a bit, "Um, I slept okay.. Seems you two are in a good mood."
"Yeah, I'm doing a lot better, thanks.." Rochelle said passing by.

I walked into the shower and turned on the water. I let it wash down my skin that still smelled like Robert. That had been an amazing time yesterday and now, the images were going through my mind. My nether region was becoming quite warm from thinking about it but I knew I couldn't have the chance to do anything about it. I finished washing up when the announcement came through the speakers. "Alright. Time to get to business." I threw on the clothes and pulled my hair back after towel drying it.

I headed to the bridge, "Alright captain...anything new to report?"
 
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