A Record of Yu Xin's Mother-Son Friendship

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True Account of Yu Xin's Mother-Son Friendship 　　Author
: He Feng
Published on: Spring Full of Courtyards
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... 　　"Chengcheng, is Wuxie really going to wear this today?" 　　I quickly glanced at my mother and nodded contentedly, "Yes, we've already arranged with the single men that you 'll wear this outfit for our get-together." 　　"Hmm... could you add a sweater or a light jacket? I'm worried the neighbors will talk if they see us..." 　　My mother's concern wasn't unfounded, because her outfit was definitely beyond what . 　　A peach-colored, semi-transparent nightgown with a halter neck and a deep V-neck, a naturally revealing way to get to know someone. Because it's a social gathering with single men, there's no need to worry about their surprised and confused looks, and even less to worry about his... 　　After having a sexual relationship with my mother in my second year of high school, and her willingness to become my sex slave, this (year) I exposed her fair shoulders and neck, and her large breasts, especially the deep "career line" in the center of her chest, which was the most alluring highlight; in addition, the waist design also appropriately showed off my mother's beautiful figure. 　　Besides, the super short ruffled skirt that almost reached her buttocks, with just a slight movement , the soft and smooth skirt would naturally flutter in the wind, easily revealing the charming spring scenery under the skirt. 　　If that's not hot and sexy enough, then through the semi-transparent, shiny fabric, you can vaguely see the sexy thong of the same color under the skirt, plus the extremely eye-catching peach pink, and such a lewd and revealing style, I think, as long as she stands on the street, those... Once passersby see this, no one can maintain a calm " ignore it " expression, right? 　　To ensure today's social gathering goes smoothly, and to enjoy the thrill of having my mother ogled by passersby, I had to put on a stern face: "Hey! Lin Yuxin, you're going out with your son, not on a date . Who would say something like that?" 　　Hearing my coded message, my mother hesitated slightly before obediently saying, "Hmm... let's go then!" After saying that, my mother immediately changed into white flats and nervously took my hand, walking out the door. Then she drove her silver Altis sedan away from our detached pick someone up at the bustling Kaohsiung Railway Station. 　　Hmm... speaking of my real relationship with my mother, probably over 99% of people would think it's nonsense , but as the saying goes: those who believe will always believe! Anyway, you're not involved, so whether you believe it or not is up to you. What does it matter? My mother's name is Lin Yuxin, she's thirty-seven years old, and she's a full-time housewife; my father's name is Zheng Lisheng, he's a businessman, so he can be considered a successful social elite. 　　Why would anyone say I'm bluffing with this commonplace and unremarkable self-introduction? It's because the beautiful, mature woman sitting next to me right now—Lin Yuxin—is dressed provocatively and focused on driving. Not only is my biological mother's deep cleavage revealed through her open neckline, but I can also see two faint nipples on her chest... After her nipples appeared, my penis instantly kissed her, and she was still the same slut I had trained—a wanton sex slave! 　　Sigh… Speaking of which, I actually have to thank someone. If it weren't for the fact that he mentioned the term "sex slave" to my mother , the training wouldn't have been so inappropriate. 　　Anyway, I gave my first time to my mother in my second year of junior high, and only after repeatedly questioning her did I find out that it was that annoying strategist who was behind the scenes helping my mother devise the plan, giving her the courage to develop this taboo relationship with me that was unacceptable to the world. 　　However, also… Because that kid knew too many secrets between my mother and me, and I thought—murdered him to silence him? 　　Of course not! I'm optimistic, cheerful, lively, law-abiding, and an excellent student. How could I possibly do something so dark and inhumane! 　　Actually, I just used a little trick, asking my mother to make up a story to deceive him, to make him angry and disappointed, so that he would voluntarily sever ties with me and never see me again. 　　I didn't expect that kid to be so easily fooled. All I wanted was for my mom to fabricate a story about being forced into an affair and ultimately becoming a sex toy . Then I'd casually throw him a screenshot from the internet and a sex video that looked like my mom's affair but was actually a self-made video of a mainland Chinese couple having sex. And just as I'd hoped—the man was enraged by my mom's lewd and shameless behavior— up. 　　Having successfully gotten rid of that acquaintance, I could finally focus on disciplining my mom. 　　Okay, enough of that unpleasant stuff, let's get back to the main point! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued) 　　Of course, she only displays such lewd behavior when we are conducting master-slave training. In her daily , she remains the ordinary housewife in Dad's eyes—devoted to her husband and children; and to outsiders, she is a conservative, virtuous woman upholding traditional womanly virtues. However, no one would suspect that this seemingly beautiful and helpful woman has another, unknown side. 　　Like the other night, when Dad was watching TV in the living room, Mom, wearing a loose, , entered the bathroom with my change of clothes. The moment I saw the round neck of her loose t-shirt, I got an erection. 　　So, after Mom put her clothes away, I hugged her from behind, kissing her unbraced breasts, arousing her desire. 　　"Mom, you deliberately didn't wear a bra, do you want to have sex with me?" 　　"No...no. Chengcheng, no...don't do that...your dad's watching TV in the living room..." 　　I pressed my advantage, slipping my hand between her legs and saying sarcastically, "Hehe, Mom,"

"But you're not even wearing underwear, and your slutty pussy is already so wet!"
"It's because... um... your orders... I really don't want to right now..."
"Hehe, it doesn't matter whether you want to or not, because I want to." After saying that, I immediately lifted
the hem of her t-shirt, revealing her snow-white, perky buttocks that weren't covered by underwear. Then I
quickly cleaned the white fluid flowing out of her big, slutty pussy with my thick, hard cock, and then hurriedly walked out of the bathroom with a red face.
"Chengcheng... um... no... Dad will find out..." Mom turned around in a panic.
The thought of my unsuspecting father comfortably watching TV on the sofa in the living room, just a wall away,
completely unaware that his wife and son were brazenly staging a thrilling "parent-son incest" in the bathroom,
sent a surge of inexplicable excitement through me, causing me to quicken my thrusts.
Because the bathroom door wasn't locked, my mother was initially worried that my father might suddenly burst in and witness
our "virtue," but as my penis rapidly thrust in and out of her wet, arousing vagina
, her previous anxious expression vanished, replaced by a look of impulsive joy. She
gripped , allowing me to freely roam after her death.
Because my father controlled the family finances, my mother and I naturally dared not spend money recklessly; furthermore
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Seeing my mother's wanting-to-scream yet hesitant expression, I was even more delighted and went all out, frantically thrusting
into
her. She was a mid-level manager at a naming company, but due to her job, she frequently had to travel to Taichung, and sometimes even to Hong Kong or other places. This shows that my mother was actually a repressed slut, but not entirely innocent. But I digress. Let's get back to the main point.
Hmm, I mentioned my father earlier, so by the way, he's actually a very hospitable person.
My father seems to know how to win people over, often inviting his subordinates to his home for dinner, and every year during the Mid-
Autumn Festival, he invites his superiors, colleagues, and subordinates to his home for a barbecue party. On
this day, my mother is always busy, never having a moment to spare.
The day after the barbecue stopped was my most unbearable nightmare, because
the dishes were all made from the leftover ingredients from the barbecue. Although my mother had tried to change the cooking methods, eating
the same thing every day was still tedious. So, I had to settle for second best and try to persuade my mother to find familiar relatives to gain experience first. I knew that no matter
how delicious the ingredients were, I would get tired of the same old dishes.
I used to be very dissatisfied with my father's hospitality. I always felt that he would bring his friends over for dinner all the time, disturbing
our peaceful family life. But after my mother became my sex slave, I actually enjoyed it when my father
brought his friends over for parties. 　　Whenever
my father brought his friends or colleagues over, I would ask my mother to deliberately wear a top that showed a little cleavage,
or a skirt or shorts that were as short as they could possibly be. Then, she would pretend to be nonchalant when entertaining the guests, but actually, I wanted her to subtly reveal her body to attract those... People's perspectives. 　　At first, Dad disapproved and would nag her, but under my command and insistence, Mom could only grit her teeth and carry out this stimulating training instruction. After Dad nagged her a few times and found it ineffective, he stopped nagging 　　. Because I always adhered to the belief that "better safe than sorry," Dad still doesn't know that I 've actually maintained a master-slave relationship with Mom for almost four years. 　　As for how I know when Dad goes on business trips? 　　I must say, Mom is truly a sex slave beauty who deserves my utmost praise. Before, when I was still clueless , no matter what training instructions I gave her, she would try her best to meet my requests, and I felt that she seemed to enjoy it; only after I studied this deeply did I discover that Mom was actually a top-quality sex slave with "energy slave" attributes. After studying for a while, I discovered that Mom's severe submissiveness seemed to be related to her upbringing and experiences. 　　Mom came from a... In her traditional and conservative family, her grandparents instilled in her the belief that women should be obedient . 　　Because of this, in her second year of junior high, she developed a crush on a third-year student and, under his encouragement, gave away her precious virginity. Not only that, but he even ejaculated inside her during her first time, and afterwards, claiming "because you're so obedient," he offered to make her his best sex partner, and they dated for a while. 　　Afterwards, he not only taught her many sex techniques but also how to calculate her fertile window, so that when they had sex , he could subtly reveal her bare vulva, allowing him to ejaculate inside her without worrying about pregnancy. On one occasion, the student even had a threesome with his friends . 　　As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet." 　　After the exciting threesome, I asked my mother how she felt, and she replied, "Being violated in front of you... 　　because of that..." A scoundrel instilled a lot of flawed sexual knowledge in my mother, so much so that after graduating from junior high school, she dated two more men, always calculating her safe period before letting them ejaculate inside her without a condom. I don't know if my father was lucky or unlucky, but because he didn't calculate the safe period, my mother, who was only nineteen at the time , got pregnant. So he had to marry her because of the pregnancy. 　　Afterwards, my father learned his lesson and, considering the economic situation at the time, always took precautions to avoid accidentally getting pregnant again. As a result, I am his only son. 　　When I first heard about my mother's astonishing sexual history, I was very happy. I was angry because my somewhat naive mother didn't even know what a "friends with benefits" meant, letting that scoundrel play with her so easily; I was happy because she had already tried threesome sex . 　　"Ugh... Hah... Huff... Master... Yuxin..." 　　I asked my mother why she was willing to participate in a threesome. Her reply was, "Back then, my senior told me to be a good girl and not ask so many questions." 　　"Don't you feel strange or uncomfortable?" 　　"Ugh... But I later reached orgasm, isn't that strange?"

Oh my god! Hearing this answer, I didn't know what to say.
Knowing my mother's remarkable past sexual history and her gentle and virtuous nature, my
attempts to "train" her became completely naked. I started persuading her to try having sex with other men, to give my father a taste of his own
medicine , and afterwards, my mother and I would discuss it together. The conclusion we reached was: finding single men for dating was the fastest and safest way to
get cuckolded, satisfying my cuckolding complex.
Actually, at first, I didn't know this was called a cuckolding complex. I just naively thought that seeing
my mother having sex with other men would be very exciting, and it would be even better if I could participate. Later
, after reading some erotic articles online, I learned that this mentality actually had such a special term.
After telling my mother about the idea, surprisingly, she not only didn't object, but also expressed a strong
interest . I think her reaction is probably related to her remarkable sexual history in her youth?
However, while I thought about it, turning it into reality was incredibly difficult. The reason was simple: I was
too young back then. Imagine, a woman in her thirties bringing a middle school student into an adult party…
Anyone who saw it would assume there was something wrong with our relationship! If people found out we were mother and son
, it would cause a huge uproar.
I decided to wait until I was older before intervening. Unexpectedly, that annoying strategist I mentioned before,
upon hearing that my mother had sought his advice
, blocked her from doing so, citing "high risks in influencing relatives, proceed with caution. "
This made my mother hesitant to pursue any male
relatives
Even though I had managed to shake off that troublesome man, his previous remarks had left my mother with
a severe psychological barrier, making her hesitant to seduce any male relatives in our family, even if the thought occasionally crossed her mind
. This also made my ultimate desire to "see my mother having sex with relatives"
a regret that "may never be realized in this lifetime."
Since my mother didn't dare to take the initiative to lead her relatives, I had to settle for second best. So I disciplined my mother while
enduring until I graduated from junior high school and successfully entered high school.
Only after I felt that I looked much more mature and stable than junior high school students did I start going online to find like-minded strangers.
(To be continued)
(II)
At the beginning, I had no experience and couldn't find anyone to teach me, so naturally I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, one day when
I was aimlessly searching for good shows on YouTube, I accidentally saw a program discussing the topic of
wife- . I then realized that my behavior of wanting to find a man to have sex with my mother was called - "wife-swapping".
Upon learning this information, I immediately went online and frantically searched using keywords. After a long search, I finally
found some dating forums. However, after registering, I discovered that to actually connect with other people, I had to go through
a bunch of tedious verification procedures, some even requiring membership fees, before I could upload photos or arrange meetings…
Besides, my relationship with my mother couldn't be exposed casually. After much deliberation, for the safety of my mother and me,
I had to give up on this path.
Later, one day while chatting with classmates, they suddenly mentioned, somewhat suspiciously, that there was a good chat room where
you could meet many girls, and if you got along well, you could even meet up. Out of curiosity, I went home and
accessed the website my classmates gave me, only to discover that it was actually an adult chat room. In addition to the usual adult
dating was even a section called "Couple Exchange Dating." The section is titled "Section 'Section '".
It describes a promiscuous woman, easily cheating on her husband.
I randomly entered a pseudonym, intentionally making myself appear older than adult, and quietly watched netizens chat
about all sorts of things . Finally, I grasped some dating tips, and then I tried to find people to chat with, looking for suitable
dating partners.
It was very difficult. The first time I met a couple,
they looked surprised when they saw my mother and me, and after only a few sentences, they made an excuse and left. My eagerly anticipated dating
exchange ended in disappointment; the sense of disappointment was unimaginable.

Later, I tried to meet up online (a few times), but either the woman was old and ugly, or she was confused about the true nature of our "sexual
relationship ," so nothing came of it after the meeting.
Afterwards, my mother and I investigated and concluded that the other person might have been misleading me. Because the appearance didn't match the material,
I hesitated to act rashly and made excuses to refuse.
After being repeatedly rejected, I simply changed my approach and directly sought out single men looking for one-night stands. Unexpectedly,
this method made my dream come true.
The first time I saw my mother's sensitive and wet vulva being penetrated by a thirty-year-old man, those lewd
and stimulating scenes truly shocked me. Especially seeing my mother kneeling and crawling on the bed like an AV actress
, unable to do anything.
While the single man was doing it to me, I felt like a shameless and cheap woman, feeling ashamed, but then again, I felt
... Of course, I still maintained certain standards to avoid my father discovering my secret with my mother.
After the seed of cuckoldry sprouted in my heart, I was eager to turn it into reality. When I felt
very happy and excited about it, there was a strange pleasure...
After the first successful matchmaking, The brilliant moments of that day kept flashing through my mind, like an addictive
drug, drawing me in and making me unable to extricate myself.
Having had that first experience, I finally grasped some of the tricks. Afterwards, I successfully arranged another blind date with a single man (
they would later spread rumors about him).
Regarding the relationship
and the real connection, for privacy reasons, I ultimately rejected the suggestion.
Most importantly, I had complete control over the blind date, and the men I met were less
picky, didn't pry into my privacy, and were exceptionally considerate in covering all
the expenses for the day – a truly advantageous blind date.
My gaze inadvertently swept over her clothes, then past her face, catching a glimpse of the convenience store that swiftly passed by.
Of course, under my tutelage, my mother's cooperation and lewdness were absolutely enough to satisfy the single men, making them feel it was worthwhile.
To make matters worse, some single men even want our contact information after the meetups, hoping to become our regular hookups.
Honestly, among the single men I've met, there was one who was quite good-looking, sexually active, and had a witty and charming way
of speaking. She was a naturally innocent and calculating woman, so much so that she was incredibly obedient to those she liked, rarely uttering
a word . She even explained the definition and rules of the master-slave relationship to her in detail. I still can't find such a rich
experience. She was also very generous, truly a potential "firefighting" hookup partner. However, this meant we
needed to exchange contact information before we could even make a request. They were always available. Considering my mother's and my identities
, some might ask, wouldn't my mother secretly exchange contact information with them?
Regarding this, because I am exceptionally aware of my mother's straightforward, innocent, and somewhat naive personality, I repeatedly
warned her not to carelessly reveal our contact information or relationship to others, lest they find something to use against us.
Therefore, I handled all the negotiations regarding finding people and making contact. Furthermore, through my long-term "training," my mother has become the most
obedient sex slave. She will obediently comply with anything I say is forbidden, and will never
act hypocritically or insincerely.
Some might... Q: Since Mom and I both enjoy dating so much, are you always online looking for casual sex partners?
The answer is no!
On one hand, I'm still a high school student, so I have to study during the day and attend tutoring in the evenings, leaving me with simply not
enough time to go online for dating. On the other hand, and most importantly, it's all because of Dad.
Dad rarely socializes outside unless absolutely necessary, so after work, he'll often just...
Ah! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zheng Hongcheng, and I'm a high school student who will be a sophomore after this summer vacation;
I either go home to enjoy a delicious dinner carefully cooked by my mom, or I bring friends over for a party. In other words,
unless he's traveling for work, he almost always stays home at night, let alone socializing outside until
the wee hours or staying out all night.
Anyone with experience in matchmaking knows that most of the time is spent at night. After
the two people online and feel good about each other, they'll arrange to meet up to chat. If the atmosphere
is pleasant, they'll find a hotel or motel to spend the night together. Even if they don't spend the whole night partying, most semi-adults
have to work during the day, and they generally only have time to do other things after work.
Weekends and holidays are out of the question. On holidays, unless Dad is away on a business trip, he either stays home watching
TV , occasionally playing video games with me, or drives the three of us out for a stroll. This means
Mom and I can't go on any social outings.
Luckily, Dad goes to Taichung for business every one to two months. If that trip happens to fall on
a Friday Saturday, or Sunday, and it happens to be after my midterms or finals, I'll go
online to chat rooms to find someone to meet up with a few days before the exams. Then I'll quickly arrange a time and place to meet, treating the social outing as a way to—obey the exam
rules and uphold the three great virtues. So, my mom has a straightforward personality; to put it bluntly
, it's a relaxing stroll after a competition.
Lots of things.
Of course, I'm envious of the accurate intelligence provided by my mom, this "good woman"!
Like today's arranged meetup, I knew from my mom two weeks ago that my dad would be on
a four-day business trip to Taichung after my final exams, so three days before the exams, I found time to go to
chat rooms where I often look for single men for meetups.
Considering my mom's busy housework in the mornings, and that I only finished my exams on Friday, I scheduled the meetup
for Saturday noon. I originally only wanted to meet one or two single men, but for some reason... Because,
not long after I posted the message that I wanted to find a single man that night, a bunch of people messaged me privately.
I selected (a few single men who seemed pretty good), and after several rounds of evaluation and screening, I finally selected five single men
who were completely compatible.
I arranged to meet them between noon and 1 p.m., directly outside the main gate of Kaohsiung Railway Station, and gave them the password for getting to know each other, as well as the clothes we would wear that day.
We would meet at the appointed time; if we didn't see them by the agreed time, the matchmaking event would be canceled.
Her face showed no sign of panic; however, only I, who knew her true feelings, patted her chest...
This method While things are generally peaceful, I've been stood up a few times before, so now I always invite multiple
people to avoid disappointment and wasted time if no one shows up.
Lost in thought, I glanced at my mother beside me, her cheeks slightly flushed, yet calmly steering the wheel, seemingly
anticipating the upcoming social gathering.
The thought of her writhing and lewdly submitting to the single men made me tease her
: "Mom, you don't seem to be paying attention while driving. Were your legs weak from Dad's fucking the other night? Or are you so excited about being fucked by so many people that your juices are already flowing down your thighs?" 　　"...No...no!" 　　Seeing my mother's embarrassed expression, I guessed she was also looking forward to this social gathering, so I deliberately asked her, "Mom, I invited five people today, do you want one of them to show up?" Only after I felt the tightness of her vagina from her orgasm, causing me to ejaculate, did she quickly reply, 　　"...I don't know." 　　Although my mother said that, judging from her sudden rapid breathing, I knew she was already aroused, so I deliberately pressed, "So, do you want to be played with by someone today?" 　　"Hmm...huff...no...I don't know..." 　　"Hehe, Mom, you're getting horny again!" Seeing my mother's blushing cheeks and her gaze fixed on the signboard, I instantly had an idea. I quickly changed the subject, "Um... Mom, we seem to have forgotten to buy some equipment. The single man in front of her was giving her oral sex, and I was doing it to her from behind. I was really excited and aroused at the time . Should we go to the convenience store up ahead and buy some so we can have some at the motel later?" 　　The silver Altis parked casually in front of the 7-Eleven, turned on the hazard lights, and just as my mother was about to open the door to get out, I quickly said, "Yuxin, take off your underwear!" 　　"Okay." My mother nodded slightly, and I deliberately pretended to be clueless and asked, "What do you want?" 　　My mother glanced at me, then lowered her head and obediently replied, "Yes, Master Cheng." After that...

Under my gaze, she slowly pulled up the hem of her miniskirt in the driver's seat, revealing a matching, fiery, and sexy
thong. Then, she hooked her hands onto the thin drawstring of the thong and, while wiggling her hips, pulled it down.
As the sexy thong slid down her waist inch by inch, her carefully trimmed pubic hair came
into my view. Besides that, amidst my mother's seductive and provocative movements, I happened to catch a glimpse
of a mole on the lower right side of her buttock. It wasn't big, but its position was quite noticeable.
I didn't think much of it at first, but once at a social gathering, I overheard a single man say that the mole on my mother's buttock
was quite . He said it was called—the "lustful mole"! As the name suggests, a woman with this mole on her body might be...
I don't know if there's really such a saying outside, or if the single man was just trying to arouse my mother's
sexual desire , but based on my observations over the years, this saying seems to have some basis.
When my mother took off her thong, I snatched it away and tossed it onto the back seat, then smiled contentedly
and said, "Okay, let's get off!"
As soon as my mother and I entered the convenience store, we immediately felt countless surprised glances directed at her.
Fortunately, after my years of training, she had long since developed
a calm demeanor, so when the customers in the store noticed her... Wearing only that revealing, semi-transparent nightgown to buy equipment,
the obvious protrusion of her nipples revealed her true feelings—a mixture of shyness and excitement.
I deliberately called my mother to the counter, and under the bewildered gaze of the part-time worker, I asked him for a basket.
Then, carrying the basket, I walked beside her, quietly instructing her to bend down and get drinks, snacks, microwaveable
food , bento boxes, oden… and other food. Meanwhile, I discreetly watched the other
customers ogling my mother's braless, snow-white breasts, and her naturally protruding buttocks as she leaned forward.
"Hey, Mom, look at that old man, he's been peeking at your butt from behind!"
"...Hmm."
"Mom, just now when one of my little friends was taking Duoduo, I think he saw your areola!"
"...Hmm."
"Hehe, Yuxin, you're not wearing underwear with this outfit. If someone gets close enough to look, your back...
To avoid unnecessary trouble later, I won't leave any contact information. I'll just tell them they
can see your butt crack. If they look from the front, they can also see your sexy black forest!"
"...Hoo...Master Cheng, no...don't say anymore...Yuxin can't take it..."
"Really? Hmm...Wow! Your juices are flowing so quickly? You're so lewd! You get
so happy just being seen."
"Master Cheng, isn't Yuxin being so shameless?"
I nodded noncommittally: "That's right, you're a shameless slut!"
After careful training, her actions became bolder and bolder, and her clothing became more and more revealing and provocative.
"What? Do you want it?"
Mom lowered her head, blushing and stammering, "...meat...meat stick."
"Hehe, you're really shameless! To say such lewd things in public."
"Hmm. Master Cheng, could I give Yuxin...?"
Looking at my mother's seductive and wanton appearance, I took a deep breath, suppressed my burning desire, and shook my head,
saying, "Not now! Just bear with it, there will be plenty of dicks to satisfy you later."
"...Yes."
After wandering around the not-so-spacious convenience store for a while, when I went to
the counter , I deliberately asked my mother to stand about a step away from the counter so that the part-time worker could
see my mother's barely visible nipples and the dark bush below, satisfying my pleasure of letting my mother be seen by strangers.
After paying and leaving the convenience store, after returning to the car, my mother quickly took out tissues to clean
the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva, put on a sexy thong, and then started the car and drove to
the place where we were meeting.

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