[20F/25F/22M/21M] Strip Mario Party 6 (Long)

I was the coolest cat in college.

If cool means spending my Saturday nights at my best friend/co-worker/crush’s apartment playing Mario Party with a high school friend and his best friend, anyway. This wasn’t even that unusual for us, while everyone else went out drinking and clubbing and partying and all the other things college kids did (do? I didn’t know, still don’t know) we wound up playing video games, talking about our favorite books, talking shit about President Bush, and eating french toast BLTs at our favorite diner after the drunks had cleared out.

(Life pro-tip: make friends with a diner’s cook, tip the staff well, and don’t be an obnoxious prat, and the staff will make you the *coolest* food. And your coffee cup will always stay full, too.)

This Saturday wasn’t any different. We’d settled on playing Mario Party, the perfect game for four people to ruin their friendships over. For anyone who hasn’t played Mario Party, it’s like playing Monopoly except with more bullshit (and more ways to taunt each other) and it usually ends with someone pissed off and sulking. That wasn’t to be our fate tonight, though. It wasn’t our first, fifth or even tenth time playing Mario Party with each other, and we’d started coming up with ways to spice-up the game. If it was a 3v1 game we’d all randomly swap controllers, if it was a free-for-all we’d have to play sitting upside down, and other such stupid nonsense. We even incorporated a little drinking game, if you won a Star you had to take a drink. If you lost a game, you had to take a drink. If you won a game, you took a shot. Bored geeks, am I right?

After we wrapped up our third game Micah, our host, put down her controller.

“I’m out, guys.” she said. We all groaned.

“Come on,” Paul, my high school friend, said “it’s not even ten o’clock yet.”

“Yeah, seriously, what else are we gonna do?” That was James, Paul’s friend. Paul and James were a mismatched pair, Paul was short and dark, with short black hair and forest green eyes. He was always immaculately dressed, even when he dressed ‘casually’. James was tall, very tall, a little chubby and white. He had long curly brown hair that everyone (seriously *everyone*) loved to run their hair through. He always looked like he’d either just come from the skate park for preppy people, it was a weird look.

“Well, Ami and I have to *work* tomorrow, unlike some of you lazy assholes. And I don’t wanna deal with customers while exhausted.” Micah looked pointedly at me.

Micah was everything that I wasn’t. Tall, only an inch shorter than James, long legged, blonde, curvy, green eyed, a stunning ass and amazing breasts. Every time I looked at her I ached with jealousy and desire.

“Yeah. I’m… I dunno, not really feeling it tonight, sorry guys.” I said. That was a lie, I *loved* Mario Party. Loved it. I spent hours and hour solo playing it for no better reason than to repeatedly humiliate the AI. But. I wanted the guys to leave so I could spend more time with Micah outside work and, more importantly, alone.

Paul and James frowned, James got up to go get his shoes. I could tell that they were both disappointed but they weren’t the kind of guys to insist upon someone’s hospitality.

“Wait.” Paul said to James. We all turned to look at him. “I have an idea.”

“Oh, lord, here we go…” Micah said. Paul was notorious for having, well, pretty strange and often impossible ideas of fun.

“Hear me out!” he pleaded, holding his hands up in supplication. I spun my index finger at him, telling him to get on with it. “Strip Mario Party.”

Dead silence. Eventually, I started laughing.

“What? How would that even work?” We had all started laughing.

“No! Seriously!” Paul said. “If you lose one of the mini-games, you take something off. If you’re the winner of the whole game, you make someone of your choice take something off.”

Our laughter subsided a bit. “Okay,” Micah said, “what about games that aren’t free for all?”

Paul was ready for that. “Everyone on the losing team strips. 2v2, 3v1, whatever. All the losers always lose something.”

“That’s so absurd. I *still* need to get some sleep.” Micah said.

“I’m in.” James said, still halfway through lacing up his shoes.

“Of course *you’re* in, James, you’re a fucking dude.” Micah said. James didn’t disagree, just smiled and shrugged.

“Okay, that’s two for and one against.” Paul said.

“Whoa, who the fuck said this was a democracy?” Micah objected.

“I did. Just now.” Paul said.

“Ugh, come on, Ami, this is stupid, right?” Micah asked me. I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Micah wanted me to give her permission to kick everyone out and go to sleep, the guys wanted me to give them a chance to see us naked, and what did I want?

Micah.

“Fuck it, I’m in.” I said. The guys whooped in excitement, and Micah put her hands in her hands and gave a resigned ‘fine’.

“But!” I said, drawing everyone’s attention, “we have to agree on some ground rules for stripping and what does and doesn’t count.”

“Why? Just don’t be lame about it.” Paul said.

“Nope.” Micah said, “Ami’s right. You’re wearing, what, an undershirt, sweater, and a vest, right? Socks, pants and underwear? James has on a hoodie and… at least one other shirt, and pants, socks, and underwear, yeah?” James nodded. “Okay, I’m wearing a fucking one piece *dress* and panties, and Ami’s got what, a skirt, tank-top and some underwear? *Tell me* you’re wearing underwear.”

I knew the guys were staring at me, waiting with baited breath, but the fact that Micah was asking something so *personal* mixed up my mind, left me grasping for the most basic of words.

“Y-yeah. Of course. Don’t be… weird.” I said, blushing. The guys deflated.

“Weird? Who just agreed to strip video games?” Micah asked, but waved away my response. “Whatever. Point is, you guys have like six or seven things and we have, like four. Maybe.”

“Seems fair.” James said.

“Fuck off.” Micah shot back, and threw a pillow at him.

“Okay, fine,” Paul interjected before James could retaliate, “so what do you propose? Taking off earrings or bracelets seems pretty lame.”

“Two passes.” Micah said. I nodded my agreement. “If we lose we *can* choose to pass, but we can’t pass if someone wins the whole game and makes us strip. Deal?”

Everyone nodded.

A thick silence fell over us as we picked up the controllers. Even the guys seemed nervous about the game, their jocular attitude more for show than actually being anything they felt. This was taking our friendship to a new, different, strange level. We weren’t really that drunk, barely buzzed really, and we were still doing this, still going to get naked, maybe, in front of each other. In front of Micah.

“Okay.” Paul said, after everyone had chosen their characters and the game had started. “Ready?”

No one spoke, we all nodded. Micah sat on the sofa/futon with Paul. James sat in a recliner off to the side, and I lay on the ground in front of the sofa on my stomach. I didn’t think I could bear to look at Micah right now. Or, any of them, really, but mostly Micah. The first turn of the game passed in a blur, and our mandatory mini-game started; a free-for-all. One loser.

The game started and immediately I knew I was in for a bad time. My usual Mario Party competence was shot, I forgot the controls to the game almost the second I started the mini-game. It was a race to the finish line and it was incredibly obvious that I was going to be dead last.

“Better get ready, Ami!” Paul yelled. While Paul was taunting me, James jumped up from third to move Paul down a rank.

“Don’t fuck around too much, Paul, I don’t wanna see your skinny ass!” James taunted. But it didn’t much matter, I was so far behind that I was bound to lose.

“Pass.” I said, the second the final results were tallied.

Everyone, even Micah, booed me. My heart thundered in my chest. Three more mini-games passed in quick succession, earning us a pass from Micah, and socks and hoodie off for James. As the fifth turn of the game was about to start, James paused the game.

“Not that I’m complaining, but we’re all gonna be naked before the game is over at this rate. There’s gonna be, what, like fifteen more turns, right?”

“Yeah, he’s right.” Paul said. “Kinda does defeat the point of a winner bonus, too.”

“So?” Micah asked. “What, we’re done now?” Micah didn’t quit. She didn’t want to do this, but now that she was doing it I knew she’d be damned before she quit halfway through.

“Truth or strip.” I said. “But you can’t take truth more than two times without stripping. And you *must* answer the question.”

Everyone nodded. It was going to slow down how fast we all got naked, but, really, the point wasn’t to get naked immediately. Was it? I wasn’t sure. But I also wasn’t going to complain, as much as I wanted to see Micah there was something enticing about *working* for it.

We resumed the game, and the turns flied by. Micah lost and used her second pass, then James lost and took off his socks. I won a 3v1 game and everyone asked for a question, and I gave them soft-ball questions, the last time they got laid, stuff like that. We went on at this pace for a while, I used my last pass, Micah took a couple of truths, Paul finally lost his socks and vest. Finally, on a 2v2 where Micah and I were on a team, we lost.

“Truth.” I blurted out at the same time as Micah.

“Nope! No way, Micah! This is your third truth and *all* your clothes are on. Off it goes.”

“Fuck. Fucking hell.” Micah muttered. “Okay, fine.”

Whatever focus I’d built up as the game moved on was shattered. There wasn’t a lot Micah could really take off, by her own admission, and we all eagerly awaited her choice. I don’t think a single person there but Micah really cared what she took off, but the wait was killing us. Micah stood up and looked at a point on the wall away from everyone else’s eyes, then quickly hiked up her skirt letting the folds drop in front of her crotch. She grabbed her panties and tugged them down, letting the dress fall back into place. She stepped out of them and let them lay there on the floor. Black and red boy shorts. My gaze was fixated on them.

“Uh, well, uh, well done.” Paul said. He shifted on the sofa, and we all chuckled.

“Don’t be obvious or anything, Paul.” I said. Paul blushed but quickly fired back.

“Do you like Micah’s panties?” Paul asked.

“I-uh-what-” I stammered. Why was he asking that? It wasn’t any of his business and– fuck. Paul was smirking at me. My question. “Y-yeah. They’re cute.” I rolled back over on my stomach to avoid looking at Micah. No one said anything, and we kept playing.

A few more games in and both James and Paul took double truths, and I got Paul pretty good asking if he ever found his sister hot. We all got a good laugh out of his nonplussed response, not that any of us believed he actually found his sister hot. I lost the last mini-game of the game, and I knew that it was time for me to lose my first article of clothing.

“Okay,” I said, before anyone could say anything, “hang on.” I didn’t move from my laying position on the ground, I didn’t think I could do it if I saw everyone watching me, and unzipped my skirt, awkwardly sliding it down my legs and kicking it off. I realized that the way I was laying everyone could see both my absurd Supergirl boyshorts, and get a good view of my ass to boot. But, I suppose, that was the whole point. To get a lot of T&A. Micah whistled.

“Jesus, girl, you’ve got a nice ass.” She said.

“Understatement of the year.” James said.

“Eh, a little flat.” Paul said.

“T-thank you, guys.” I said, while Micah berated Paul for being an asshole.

And it was time for the final tally of our first game. We knew it wasn’t going to be Paul, he was horrible at this game after all this time, still, somehow, and there was a brief moment we thought it could be James, but as scores were tallied it was between me or Micah, which both disappointed and heartened me. The drumroll came and– Micah. She didn’t hesitate.

“Paul! You prick, lose it.” She said with a vindictive glee that made me chuckle. Paul, playing it cool, stripped off his sweater and tossed it at Micah like he was a stripper. Micah caught it and threw it behind the sofa.

We took a quick break, got some more drinks, opened some chips. There was a little small talk, James shifted a lot in his chair and Paul avoided looking at me. Micah gave me a look I didn’t quite understand, but filled me with something warm and anxious.

Game two started.

Micah and I were on fire. We never lost a game for the first five rounds. Partially it was skill and experience, and, to be honest, it was probably partially that the guys kept checking out my ass. No one said it was illegal to strategically wiggle my hips at important parts of the game, after all. James answered some awkward questions about an ex we were pretty sure was fictional, and Paul ended up losing his shirt after being asked a couple of questions about a crazy girl we both knew in high school. I was surprised he’d put his dick in someone so crazy. Paul was well toned, and skinny. He was sexy to be sure, but well-toned and skinny wasn’t my jam, I appreciated it more on a technical level than on a sexual level- I took more pleasure in the guys being the first to expose the most skin than anything else.

“Nice abs, dude.” James said.

“Thanks.” Paul said.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaay.” Micah said. Micah and I laughed.

“Hey, don’t mock a dude’s admiration of the human form!” James shot back.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaay.” I echoed Micah. “Kiss him already.” Micah nudged my leg and I looked over my shoulder, she leaned down and held her hand flat. We high-fived like badasses.

“Christ.” Paul muttered.
We kept playing, and our winning streak broke. Hard. I can’t explain what happened, really, just bad luck and stupid, shitty, awful microphone games are all I can really say. Truth, truth, truth, truth, questions about if we masturbated, had sex toys, the usual stuff that seems so banal to anyone but the people who’re trying to fuck you. Then it happened- I lost. Again. No more truth.

“Oh, shit. Finally. Thank god.” James said. There were only a couple of more games left before a new winner was crowned, this was a dangerous time for us ladies. But I wasn’t about to bail now, so I got up on my knees and took off my tank top in one quick motion. It wasn’t really much different than not wearing a shirt at all, I tried to convince myself, and I just wished that I’d worn something more flattering than my everyday boring but comfortable as fuck bra. I quickly laid back down. No one had any smart ass comments for me now.

The last two games saw the boys losing, and James ended up shirtless too. I’m not even sure he *had* to take off his shirt. James was a guy more my speed, soft curves and squishy. Someone comfortable. I met his eyes and smiled at him, hoping to alleviate some of the very real awkwardness we both were feeling in the presence of people we thought were way prettier than us. The moment passed, though, as our eyes were drawn back to the TV to see who won this round.

Paul.

By some fucking insane miracle Paul won. It didn’t make sense. Paul never won. I seriously can’t think of any other time Paul ever won a single game of Mario Party. Ever. And I’ve known the dude for almost fifteen years now. Goes to show what the desire to see naked women will do to a man, I suppose.

“Okay.” Paul said.

“Oh fuck, get on with it, I’m getting naked aren’t I?” Micah said.

“Well, yes, but hang on. Now that someone is getting naked we need to up the stakes.” Paul looked over at James, they both nodded. Micah groaned.

“You’re a walking cliche, you know that? If anyone loses a game they either get naked, or do a dare, winner’s choice, right?” Micah said.

“B-uh-wh-yeah?” Paul said, looking confused. “H-how’d–”

“That’s how it always goes.” Micah said. “This ain’t my first rodeo, boyos.”

We all stared at Micah. None of us had ever done this, it was pretty obvious, and yet the person who had the most experience at it was also the one person who hadn’t wanted to do it in the first place. She shrugged.
“What can I say? It’s fun.” Micah said. She stood and pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion, no hesitation. And then Micah stood in front of us. Naked. Gloriously naked. Little barbells pierced her nipples, a faint glow of blonde hair stood out above her labia, a smattering of tattooed stars ran across her abdomen in a rainbow of colors. She sat back down. I crossed my legs, hoping that the dark blue of my panties would hide my arousal, because there was no way seeing Micah like that wasn’t making me wet.

“Fuck.” Someone, all of us, said.

“Thank you.” Micah said, as if this were just another day to her. “Ready for the next one?”

I sat up, and wordlessly moved to the sofa, sitting between Micah and Paul. No one said anything. Micah scooted a little closer to me and I nearly fainted with surprise and happiness as her naked thigh touched mine. We started the next game.

Paul lost the first game to James, and opted for a dare. “Slap yourself. Hard.” James said with no hesitation. Paul hauled back and slapped himself, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek. “Brilliant.” James said, a laugh in his smile. Paul, for some insane reason, was smiling and laughing too.

Micah lost the next one, to Paul. “Yeah, dare, I know, already naked.”

“Pinch your nipple.” Paul said. Micah rolled her eyes and pinched her right nipple for just a moment. We all stared at her but she did it so quickly we couldn’t really see much, or catch a reaction from her. “Ugh, cheater.”

“You didn’t say for how long.” Micah was all smiles.

Next game James lost, and he stood and kicked off his pants and boxers. Unsurprisingly James was erect and, to his credit, James wasn’t any sort of slouch in the size department. Tall guys, I supposed.

“Huh, well done, you.” Micah said. I nodded my agreement and a furious blush crawled up James’ neck as he sat back down.

It was my turn to lose the next one, and I lost it to Paul. I didn’t want to know what insanity Paul had in store for me, so I quickly stood and slipped out of my panties and bra. I sat back down and crossed my legs. Micah put a hand on my shoulder and leaned over to whisper to me.

“You good?” she asked.

“I…think so?” I whispered back I was. And I wasn’t. I was a mess of arousal and nerves and embarrassment, but Micah smiled at me and James kept blushing and looking at me and looking away and it felt somehow comfortable.

“You guys are terrible at this.” Paul said.

“You’re just too cowardly to get naked.” Micah shot back.

“Yeah?” Paul said, rising to Micah’s bait.

“Yeah. Go ahead, get naked now, right now, no losses. Show us what you got.” Micah was pushing his buttons, and we all knew it. But we were curious, too, curious to see how this would all play out.

“Fuck off.” Paul muttered, and sank back into the sofa. Micah smiled and returned her attention to the TV. Game number three started.

By this point we all felt the pressure. What had started out as avoiding embarrassment, at least for me, had turned into something far more. We all wanted to win, to be in control, and not a damn one of us wanted it taken from us. But it had to be taken from someone, and that someone was James.

“Oh, shit!” I yelled, realizing I’d won the game. James groaned.

“Okay, do your worst.” James said. He sounded nervous, but also eager in that bizarre mix of human emotions. I cocked an eye at him.

“Go out on the balcony for twenty seconds and shake your junk at anyone you see.” I said. Micah and Paul howled with laughter, and James flushed a bright red.

“O-okay.” He said. He slowly walked to the sliding doors, turned and looked back at us with a sheepish grin and stepped outside. We started counting loudly and slowly, to James’ dismay, as he swung his junk up and down and around. Eventually we stopped counting and just laughed, it was such a stupid, absurd request, but James hadn’t even hesitated.

“Okay, okay, you’re done.” I said. James came back in and sat in the recliner, still blushing, but smiling too.

Next game went to Paul, victor Micah. Paul pulled a me and stood and dropped trow. He wasn’t as impressive as James was, and maybe that explained his hesitation, but I had no complaints. It was more about what he could do with it anyway. He glared at Micah when he sat back down, and Micah just stuck out her tongue. There was a fire in her eyes now I hadn’t seen before, and it made my stomach clench a little that it wasn’t directed at me.

Another 3v1 game happened, with everyone but Micah losing. She cackled with her power and told us all to masturbate for fifteen seconds. Paul and James gladly obliged, spreading their legs, Paul’s knee pressed into my thigh, and were ready to go. I stayed sitting cross legged on the sofa and slipped a finger between my lips. Fifteen seconds seemed like an eternity, and all I could think of was Micah. I wanted her to watch me, I wanted her to see what I was doing for her, I wanted to see her eyes watching my hand and–

“Okay, you’re done.” Micah said. We all jerked up and took our hands off our junk. I spared a quick glance to James, who looked away from me, and then looked to Micah who was staring over my head to Paul. My heart sank.

(It occurs to me, looking back on this, that, then I actually had no idea if Micah was into women. I just, kind of assumed it. Yeah. Stupid me. Some best friend I was, right?)

We all caught our breath and started the next game. I lost in a stupid blunder to James. He looked up at me and caught my eye, and I felt that this was the moment. The whole moment we’d been working toward this entire night, even if we hadn’t known it to start with. I nodded at him. He gave me a shy, happy smile.

“Fuck me?” he said. It was just two simple words. Two easy, impossible words.

“Oh, shit! What?!” Paul yelled. I pushed up off the sofa and shoved Paul back down, using him as leverage, and walked over to James.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey.” he said back. I leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“So, uh, I thought I was here for Micah. You probably knew that, yeah?” James nodded. “But, well, yeah. We see how that’s going.” James nodded again. “But I like you. You’re sexy. You’re funny.” James nodded a third time. I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to do anything else. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Are you?” James countered. I smiled at him.

There was a moment where I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do this. Worried about who was watching and what they could see. Then I looked up at Micah, saw the thumbs up she was giving me, and threw caution to the wind. I moved in front of James facing away from him and sat backward into his lap. I ground my pussy across his length, surprised at how it seemed so much larger than the size I already thought it was, spreading my wetness across his length. A few seconds after that I moved up, reached behind me, grabbed his cock and guided it inside me. We both groaned in pleasure.

“You are way bigger than you look, James, Jesus.” I panted. He was probably the biggest I’d ever had. My hand was still on his cock and I realized he was only halfway inside me. With slow, deliberate care, I pushed myself back and back and back until I felt his thighs on mine. Thank god. He was dangerously close to bottoming out inside of me. In fact–

“Fuck!” I yelled. James had thrust his hips up and nudged up against my cervix. I pushed back on his chest. “Slow down! You’re big. Let me do this, okay?” James nodded. Of course he nodded. Of fucking course he did.

But James was nice and sexy and had a great cock, so, fuck it. I started rocking my hips back and forth on his cock, taking him out until just his head was inside my pussy and then sliding back down. He was too big, and the position too awkward, to really build up a good pace but James seemed to be enjoying it. It was even working pretty decently for me as well, especially when I took the time to sit up and just grind on his cock. I grabbed his hand and put it on my clit and leaned back down, hands supporting me as I put them down on the ground. I bounced up and down on his cock, still slowly, his hand rubbing my clit when I came back down.

“Fuck, James, this is insane.” I said.

“Yeah. You’re fucking hot, Ami.” he said.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“God, yeah, I wanna make you cum.”

“Keep doing that.” I said. His finger had found a good pace on my clit and I could feel myself working up to a good, if not amazing, orgasm. James must have heard my breath change, felt my pussy tighten, and he started working on my clit faster. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m almost–”

James slapped my ass. Hard. I choked on the words I was going to say, my mouth hung open, I may have drooled, as an orgasm tore through me. I was usually a vocal cummer, but James timed his ass slap perfectly and I rode my leg shaking orgasm in silence. I actually fell forward off his cock, panting in surprise.

“Jesus, dude, well done.” I said. James laughed. I held up my hand for a high five and he slapped it. A moan brought me back to reality, brought us both back. We looked up and saw that Paul had buried his cock in Micah’s mouth, was holding her head down in his lap by her long hair, was mercilessly fucking her mouth with his cock. I’d never been throat fucked but by the sounds coming from between Micah’s legs and the shining wetness I could see on her fingers she apparently found it quite good.

“Fuck.” James said, and turned back to me. I smiled sympathetically.

“No kidding.” I said. I reached out and stroked his still hard cock. “I don’t think I have it in me to do much, James. You’re a monster.” James blushed again and looked away.

“It’s fine. It was fine. Sorry if I hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” I laughed. “Fuck, no, dude, no, no, no. It was just intense. Tiring. Making me cum so hard I’m too tired to walk is good.” I said. James went from moping to beaming like he’d just saved the world. “Hey.” I said.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“I, uh…” God, was I really going to do this? James was super nice, and he deserved more than just praise for being a good lover. He was certainly too nice to be left with blue balls, good lover or not.

“I, um, well, no one’s ever cum on my face?” I said. It was the only thing I could think of to do for him that didn’t require much effort from me. I was just exhausted.

“Yeah?” James asked. His cock twitched in his hand.

“Yeah.” I nodded my head.

Watching people masturbate is fascinating. They moan and twitch in unique ways. James curled his right big toe and bit his left cheek. He left deep impressions on his right thigh with his free hand, his voice grew deep and rich with the sound of his pleasure. I watched all of these little things he did while I rubbed my clit, bringing myself to a quick little sighing orgasm.

“Shit, okay, shit!” James said. I took one last look at his cute little curled toe, and closed my eyes. Warmth splashed on my face, some of it roped up into my hair I could tell, and a little dripped off my chin and onto my tits. “Wow. Oh, wow.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. On the one hand, I felt like a total slut in the best kind of way. On the other I was worried about my hair getting messed up, and if this was going to give me zits. But that animal lust part of my brain kicked in again, and I decided that, all things being equal, a facial was pretty enjoyable.

“Shit, sorry!” James said. I heard him shufle around as I stayed kneeling with my eyes shut. A moment later he put a cloth in my hand and I wiped most the cum off my face, into, yes, I was sure of it now, Paul’s discarded vest. I chuckled and smiled up at James.

“Naughty.” I said.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” James said. I looked over to the sofa, and realized that Micah and Paul were gone. Their loud moans finally penetrated my sex haze. I rubbed the last of James’ cum off my tits.

“Your secret is safe with me.” I said, and tossed the cum-stained vest onto the futon. “Wanna get dressed and grab some garbage diner food?” James reached out and wiped some more cum off my face, and out of my hair.

“That sounds amazing.”

(Holy *shit* y’all, this got way away from me! Super long! Sorry! Also, maybe not sorry? I dunno! I’m gonna go sleep now because I’m exhausted.)

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