Missed Connections (part one) [MF] [Strangers] [Oral] [Vaginal] [Anal] [Photos]

There really isn’t much privacy on a train, even in a sleeper car. So, naturally, I was ticked off when there was a ticketing issue and my private sleeper car was double booked with a guy I knew nothing about. Neither of us had any recourse, and the company basically asked us to work it out amongst ourselves and refunded each of us half the cost of the sleeper car. We also had the option of one of us switching to a later train in a coach seat that actually had a price difference of paying an extra seventy-five dollars. So…No?

We resigned ourselves to sharing the tiny, cramped enough as it is with one person in it, room.

We made the best of it. As we were putting our things away and working around one another we made small talk. Well, he made small talk, I mostly listened, though I did offer that I was a brand new high school math teacher on my way to a job interview at a private school about an hour north of the train station. I learned his name was Evan and he was a New Orleans based photographer heading from a job in Boston straight to another job back home. He asked if he could set up his camera between us to get shots of the trip along the way for his blog. I had no problem with it and once it was set up the small talk came to a close and he focused on his photos. I kept catching him glancing over at me as I lay my head against the cool window and fanned myself while the cabin cooled to the temperature we agreed on.

“Can I take some pictures of you?” he asked without any warning.

“I’m all sweaty though,” I responded as I crinkled my nose.

He smiled, “I can make sweaty look incredibly alluring.”

I blushed. I didn’t really have a reason to not let him other than my own self-consciousness. He’d shown me his portfolio. His portraits were intense and beautiful, but it was his scenery photos that had caught my attention. People were in some of them, but the focus wasn’t on them, they were made to look tiny in their surroundings and it was truly beautiful composition work.

He took a few photos of me looking out the window, and looking nervously towards him. He made a silly face at me and got me laughing. Then I was looking down trying to regain my composure and he reached over to me, pushing my hair out of my face.

I pulled away.

I hadn’t expected him to reach over to me, so it startled me when I felt his hand on my hair.

“Sorry,” he said as he put the camera down.

I shook my head, “No, it’s okay, I was just surprised.”

“I’m used to just adjusting things for the shot as needed, it slipped my mind that you weren’t a hired model,” he said as he looked to the ground and cringed slightly, hitting his hand on his knee before he looked back up to me.

We were saved from the awkwardness for a moment as we were called to have lunch in the dining car. The hostess sat us together in spite of us saying we weren’t together, so the awkwardness resumed and got even worse as she sat two other complete strangers with us, an older married couple. They asked him if he minded if they sat on the same side together and he got up and sat next to me, obliging them of their request. I looked towards the window to try and minimize how much of my smile he could see as his leg brushed against mine.

The lovey-dovey couple had been married 45 years and they held hands as they waited for their meals to arrive. It was painfully cute.

The woman looked at us, at our hands, she was looking for rings and we both noticed and moved our hands off of the table, “How did you two meet?” She asked sweetly.

I tilted my head slightly and thought about it, but my photographer bunk-mate replied without missing a beat, “On the train, actually. There was a ticketing error. The train was full otherwise so I couldn’t be a gentleman and offer to take a coach seat instead, and we both had the clock ticking away at our destination so neither of us could switch to a later train. So this poor girl was kind enough to share the accommodations with a complete stranger,” he said as he looked over at me. He made it sound like it happened much longer ago than an hour.

The woman looked shocked, “That was daring of you,” she said as she looked at me, “I don’t know that I would have felt safe if put in that position, what made you risk it?” She asked.

I’d been quiet this whole time and shrugged, “I honestly don’t know. Just a gut feeling that he was trustworthy. He was just as put out by the situation as I was,” I looked over at him and he was trying to not smile. I smirked, “Besides, it could have been much worse than an attractive photographer close to my own age.”

He looked down at the table as he involuntarily smiled. He took a minute then looked up at the couple, “She was very trusting and sweet to accommodate me. I have to admit that, being the guy, it was a little intimidating to be put in that situation. I didn’t want to make her feel threatened at all. I’m a nice guy and I was terrified of messing up and coming across as a creep,” he offered as he looked over at me.

Was this flirting?

I wasn’t sure, but it felt like he was scared to make a move but interested, so I responded, “It was awkward since we were strangers, but he was a great conversationalist. He even showed me his portfolio and took some photos of me while I was looking out the window. I was flattered that a legitimate artist saw me as being worth documenting like that.”

By the end of the meal we were all laughing and much more at ease with one another. He ended up pushing my hair behind my ear without me pulling away that time. He smiled as we thanked our table mates and headed back to our room. It was still awkward and I got a reprieve for a few minutes as my mom called me. I went outside of the room and talked to her. I don’t know how much of the conversation he heard but I was trying to keep my voice down as I told her about the hot photographer I met on the train, I didn’t include details of the involuntarily shared room, she would flip and call the ticketing agent and make them split us up and I just didn’t want that at this point.

On the way back to the room I overheard some chatter coming from the cabin across from ours, commenting on my room situation, I’m assuming they must have overheard me and Evan talking to the attendant for our car about the issue when we first boarded. I scowled, and I shouldn’t have listened but I did.

There were two male-sounding voices, one much raspier than the other. The raspy voice said, “Can you imagine the luck? A pretty thing like that forced to bunk with me? I would be spending the entire time she was asleep wanking it while I watched her titties bounce as the train jostled her.”

The non-raspy voice laughed, “I don’t think wanking it would be enough for me, did you see her smile? I could sweet talk her into blowing me, I bet.”

The raspy voice said, “Would be nice to just gag her and blame the train moving. And I bet the kid they stuck her with doesn’t even know what to do with a girl like that.”

I didn’t notice Evan standing at the door, watching me listen to them until one of them opened their door and I rushed back toward our room and was met with a solid body instead of an empty and open doorway. I glanced back as Evan picked me up and turned back into the room with me. It was an old guy in a business suit in the room across from us. He looked shady as hell. I slid the door closed and pushed Evan against the sink as he tried to get his footing with me.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he locked the door.

I nodded, “I’m fine,” I said unconvincingly.

It took me a minute to realize he was bent rather awkwardly against the steps to climb into the top bunk and I was practically on top of him. I peeked out of our window and the old guy was leaning against his door and winked at me. I closed the blinds back and climbed off of Evan so he could get out of the corner.

“You don’t seem very okay,” he said.

“Did you hear them?” I asked.

He broke eye contact with me and nodded slightly, “Yeah, I heard them,” he replied. “Some guys talk rough when other guys are around to show off but wouldn’t actually have the guts to follow through on it.”

“And some guys team up to follow through,” I said softly. I rubbed my hands over my arms and looked over to Evan, “Can you walk with me if I have to go anywhere?” I asked.

“Of course. Do you want me to sleep on the bottom bunk?” he asked as he looked at the not very sturdy door lock.

I nodded, “Thank you,” I said.

He smiled and stood up to leave the room but I grabbed his hand and looked at him, “I’ll be right back, I promise,” he said softly as he guided my hand back to my lap. “Lock the door, you can look out to make sure it’s me when I come back, okay?”

I nodded again and quickly locked the door behind him as he slid the door back in place. He was gone for a few minutes and when he came back he had a couple of drinks in his hand. I unlocked the door and let him in and promptly locked it back. He handed me one of the plastic cups of red-amber colored liquid and ice, “They were fuller in the drink car,” he said with a laugh, “I am not as suave as I’d hoped and now I smell like cherries and bourbon.”

I smiled, “Are you trying to imply I’m wound up a bit tight?” I asked.

“No, I’m just sharing my favorite drink with you because I didn’t know what you drink and it felt rude to come back without something for you too,” he said just before sipping his own drink.

It was actually really good. Fresh cherries, lime, something sweet…honey maybe…and a potent bourbon muddled together with a couple of ice cubes. We sat and talked and he got me laughing again. But I jumped a little when they knocked on our door to call us for dinner.

The hostess sat us down and shortly after she was bringing the two guys from across the hall from us to the table with us, Evan saw them and jumped up and slid into the seat next to me before I even realized what was going on. I had wine. A few glasses of overly priced wine with a steak for dinner. Evan had the same as me but with a couple of bourbons instead of wine. We were mostly quiet while the guys talked like we weren’t even there. They just talked business and I didn’t care enough to listen. We left quickly and we were both fairly tipsy as we made our way back to the sleeper car.

The train shifted roughly as we walked.

I grabbed the wall but didn’t stay upright and tumbled to the floor. Evan tried to catch me but he tripped over my ankle and landed on his knees right beside me. I leaned my head back on the wall and smiled at him and he kissed me, his hand caressed my cheek and his lips gently pressed against mine. I pushed him away gently and pulled myself back up before continuing back towards our room. I glanced back and he was still kneeling, so I went to him, took his hand in mine, and helped him back up to his feet.

“You said you wouldn’t leave me to walk alone, remember?” I asked as I guided him back to our room.

He was a little distant after that. The only time I had to go outside of the room without him was if he had to use the bathroom, which was inconveniently in the shared room right next to the bottom bunk. It was a courtesy we’d afforded each other before I’d heard the guys across the room and was something that didn’t come up again between overhearing them and going to bed, though it should have.

We set up the beds and it took a little doing for us to realize how to set up the ‘don’t fall off the top bunk into the foot of space in front of the door’ net properly and he stepped outside while I changed into something I could sleep in, which happened to be an oversized t-shirt that belonged to an ex boyfriend. I felt bad about not acknowledging the kiss, but I didn’t really know how to. He was a stranger and we were unlikely to see each other again once we stepped off the train in New Orleans.

Instead, I was a creep and watched him sleep for a little bit. He was an attractive guy, kind of on the metro-rugged side of things as he was neatly groomed, but in a ‘devil may care’ kind of way. He looked like an artist, long-ish wavy dark hair and a few tattoos that I could see once he stripped down to his boxers to sleep in. I didn’t even know if Evan was his real name.

At some point between watching him sleep and contemplating everything there was to contemplate about the possibilities, I fell asleep.

Evan woke me by gently shaking my shoulder, trying to rouse me from sleep. I groaned and turned over towards him as he stood on the stairs leading to the top bunk.

He sighed loudly, “I have to pee and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up and I can’t wait anymore…”

I groaned louder, “So go pee, I’m asleep, I’m not going to see anything up here.”

“Can you please just go out in the hall for a minute?” he pleaded.

“I was having a really good dream…” I grumbled, but got up and climbed down to stand in the awkwardly narrow space we had beside the two bunks.

My butt was pressed pretty tightly to his crotch when the train lurched and I fell back against him. He grabbed my breast as we both lost our balance, it took about two seconds for him to pull his hand away after realizing where he grabbed me.

Opening the door was awkward and he was clearly uncomfortable as I scrambled to get past him and out the door while trying to keep my night shirt covering me and wishing I had brought shorts with me to sleep in. Of course, I hadn’t planned on bringing anything at all to sleep in, I normally sleep naked and I was supposed to be alone in my cabin.

I looked at the door across the hall and bit my lip, shit, I forgot about them. I glanced back to our door but Evan had already closed it behind me. I felt very exposed and vulnerable standing there, so when I saw the shady man walking down the hallway, back towards his room as I stood there, blushing brightly in an oversized (but not oversized enough) t-shirt and panties, I panicked a little. He was leering as he got closer to me and he was walking on our side of the hall, not his.

Evan was just tucking things away when I slid the door open and scooted in. He got annoyed for a minute, but then he saw me peeking out of the blinds. “What’s going on?” he asked as he leaned down to look out of the blinds with me.

“Creepy guy from across the hall was out there,” I responded, then looked him over, “You go outside this time, I should go too, while we’re both awake.”

He headed out into the hall without a fuss, I went pee and washed up, then opened the door so he could come back in the room. I stood in the little floor space we had and asked him, “Did you wash your hands?”

He seemed a bit taken aback by the question and shook his head, his brow furrowed as he grimaced at me, “No…you kind of interrupted me…”

“You should,” I said.

He blushed and went to the sink to wash his hands. I sat on his bunk and watched him. He turned around and I looked up at him, “You should wash other areas, too.”

He arched his eyebrow, “Well aren’t you forward all of a sudden,” he laughed.

“You wanted to sleep in the top bunk, right? Before I got freaked out I mean?”

He shrugged, “It really doesn’t matter.”

“We could share it…” I offered, averting my eyes slightly.

“Do you wash your areas after going?” he asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

I nodded and stood up next to him, “I could wash yours for you, if you’d like?”

His jaw dropped slightly and I smiled almost as much as I was blushing. “May I?” I asked as I cornered him beside the sink.

He tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows curiously, but nodded.

I turned on the water then pulled his boxers down enough to expose him. I ran my hand in the warm water, then rubbed the water along the head of his cock, dipped my hand into the water again and spread it down his shaft. He moaned but tried not to as I rinsed him.

I turned the water off and bit my lip as I continued to stroke him, “May I suck your cock?” I asked as I looked up at him.

“Did the old creepy guy slip you something?” he asked.

I shook my head, “My very good dream got interrupted,” I said.

He said nothing. He stood awkwardly in the floor space we had, and I knelt down as best I could. Kissing the tip of his cock, then parting my lips to take him into my mouth as my hand stroked his shaft. He clenched his hand into a fist and moaned. I looked up at him, paying close attention to his expression as I moved my tongue over the head of him, tightened my lips around him, and moved them further down his shaft.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it slightly, forcing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him and then felt his other hand sliding over the back of my neck and up into my hair as he gripped it tightly and held me down on him. I had my hands on his hips and squeezed them a little tighter and tighter until he let his grip up and I could pull my lips off of his cock.

I coughed and gasped, a thick coating of saliva shimmered on him as various streetlights filtered through the train window. He kept his grip on the back of my neck and hair and pulled me upwards until I was standing in front of him. He clenched his jaw for a second then leaned down and kissed me deeply. I hungrily returned the kiss and held my hand on his throbbing cock, very slowly and softly stroking along his slick shaft.

He pulled out of the kiss and looked me over, “We can share the top bunk?” he asked.

I nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him over towards the steps to climb up there.

He watched me as I climbed up, but stopped me just before I got all the way onto the bunk. He grabbed my waist and slid my panties down my thighs and pulled them off of me then tossed them to the ground behind us. I looked back at him and he was smiling, camera in hand. “May I photograph you?” he asked.

I smiled, “And put me on display?” I asked.

“Only for myself,” he said as he kissed me again.

I nodded, “Only for yourself,” I repeated with a sly smile.

Our options were fairly limited in the space we had, and thankfully I was fairly short, but we made good use of it once he got his camera set up. He took a few practice shots, making sure the lighting was adequate and I was in frame properly. The first photo he took was me kneeling on the bunk, upper body turned so that I was looking behind me and towards him. He pulled my t-shirt so that it hung off of the shoulder I was looking over and my hair was draped over the opposite shoulder. I was smiling, possibly the most genuine smile I’ve ever managed in a photograph of me.

He guided me onto my back and wasted no time pushing my thighs apart and lowering his lips to my cunt. He licked slowly, dragging his tongue across my flesh in a teasing and leisurely dance. It was excruciating to feel the pleasure lingering just behind his touch, but he intentionally denied me that completion as I felt him smile every time I whined in frustration. His movements weren’t meant to get me off, they were just to get me started. The teasing and restrained pleasure definitely got me dripping.

He climbed behind me, leaning against the wall awkwardly so he didn’t hit his head, but he pulled me up onto his lap, just above his cock, and put my feet on either side of his thighs. I lay back against his chest and he kissed the side of my neck and shoulder. He handed me a small black button attached to the camera and brought his hands down between my legs.

His voice was quiet as he whispered, “You just want to get off, don’t you?”

I nodded and he slid his finger very lightly along my slit, swirling the fluid from my cunt all along my inner lips.

“Take pictures so I can focus on this,” he said as he pushed his finger into me and massaged my clit with his thumb.

I moaned softly and spread my legs for him. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered to me, “I was having a good dream too.” His finger sounded wet as he pleasured me, “You weren’t quite this excited in it though.”

I clicked the button and he pulled his slicked finger from me and began rubbing it around me as he used his other hand to penetrate me again. I clicked the button and squirmed on his lap. He licked my neck and bit it softly. I clicked the button as I moaned.

He shifted us slightly and I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. I clicked the button just as he pushed into me. I whimpered and arched myself on his lap and he rubbed me faster, his cock pulsing within me. His other hand slid up my shirt until he grasped my breast firmly.

I clicked the button and rocked my hips on his cock. He was moaning in my ear every time I moved, his hand kneaded my breast and his fingers slicked easily across my clit. I tensed up and his hand came off of my breast to lift my chin towards him so he could kiss me and I clicked the button.

His voice was quiet, but deep as he moved his lips back to my ear and slowed his hand just slightly, “You’re going to take pictures the whole time you’re cumming. If you stop, I stop, understand?”

I nodded and he slowed his hand down a little more, giving my clit the slightest slap, “Say you understand and you want me to have pictures of your pretty pussy quivering on my cock.”

I moaned and squirmed as his fingers resumed their previous pace and I clicked the button repeatedly, “I…ohh…I understand.” His teeth dragged along my earlobe and his breath was warm against my ear as his fingers moved faster along my slippery flesh, “I-I,” I couldn’t speak, but I was clicking the button as quickly as I could and moaning and squirming as he started thrusting his cock up into me.

He clamped his hand down on my mouth as I was getting loud, the sound of the door across from us opening made him just a little nervous. I kept my legs wide open, clicking the button to give him as many photos of him making me cum as I possibly could. He slowed his hand and began to pet my pussy instead of rubbing it, soothing me as he felt the contractions of my cunt squeezing his dick as my stomach clenched and my whole body tensed up.

His hand pulled away from my mouth and I was still clicking the button. He kissed my cheek and took the button away from me. I was panting and squirming on his lap still. I could feel that he was still hard inside me, possibly even harder than he had been when he first pushed into me. He pulled his cock free of me and moved back in front of me and pulled the camera to the side of us.

I sat on my knees, leaning forward onto my hands for extra support as I looked up to him. He reached out and stroked my cheek and helped me back up into a sitting position. His hands caressed my stomach and up along my rib cage under my shirt. He took photos of me as he lifted my shirt slightly. I felt high. I know it was just hormones and horniness, but I felt like everything was happening in a sort of slow motion with every touch heightened to something otherworldly.

He pulled my shirt over my head and latched his lips over my right nipple, kneading my breast as he sucked on me, every little bit I would hear the click of the camera. I needed him to fuck me, to bring the euphoria back down to a manageable level because this burning at his slightest touch was overwhelming.

He kissed his way up my chest and neck until he was at my lips. He seemed starved of affection as he placed his hand at the back of my neck, tangling his fingers into my hair and pulling it lightly as he kissed me deeply. With him half-kneeling and half-laying beside me, I reached out and started stroking his cock. It was still slick from my wetness and my hand slid up and down with ease.

He pulled my hair and exposed my neck, which he bit and kissed as he snapped photos. His cock throbbed against my palm and I felt the slick moisture of precum as my finger slipped over him. He put the button back in my hand and kissed me as I clicked the button.

He pulled my hair tighter and I tightened my grip on his cock slightly, then clicked the button.

His other hand found its way down my stomach and between my legs. He fondled and rubbed me until I was moaning softly in his ear, clicking photos for him as his teeth scraped over my nipple. We shifted a little and I got him to lie on his back. I knelt beside him and took his cock between my lips, sucking gently and slowly dragging my tongue in a point along the underside of his shaft. I lifted my eyes to look at the camera and couldn’t help but smile as best I could with his cock spreading my lips open, and clicked the button.

He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock up and into my mouth, causing me to gag slightly. I still clicked the button. A thick line of saliva from my lips to his cock head caught in the light as I pulled my lips from him and he smiled as I clicked the button again. I was smiling too, and slowly climbed up him.

I leaned over him, my breasts grazing his chest and my hands on either side of his head, one clasping the button he’d given me in a tight fist. We maneuvered carefully and he slipped his saliva coated cock in my dripping cunt. He pulled me down into a kiss, holding me tightly against him as I rocked my hips against his and moaned softly against his lips. I clicked the button.

I closed my eyes and he thrust up to meet my hips. I cried out and squeezed the button between my fingers inadvertently. The camera shuttered half a dozen times or so. He half chuckled and half moaned then covered my mouth with his hand, shushing me as he thrust up into me again. He had one hand on my hip, holding me down as he thrust upwards, his other was still clamped over my mouth, muffling my moans and whimpers as he fucked me while I straddled him and steadily took photos for him.

He bit his lip as he looked into my eyes. They were undoubtedly full of lust and want as he slid his hand off of my mouth and pulled me down to kiss me. The hand he’d been silencing me with went down between us and rubbed my clit in small tight circles. His other hand moved from my hip up over my back, hooking over my shoulder and holding my body against his as he thrust harder and faster to meet my quickening hips.

He bit my lip slightly and I curled my fingers on one hand against his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his back slightly as I clicked the button with my other hand. He was fucking me hard and I was positively loving it.

He stopped kissing me just long enough to get his lips to my ear to whisper to me, “I can feel you getting tighter on me. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”

I nodded and he smiled and kissed me again then pulled me up by my hair slightly and looked me in the eye as he got the shuddering moan he was aiming for. He grunted as my pussy squeezed and released him and I trembled as he pulled my hair tighter. I thought he’d cum too with the intense look on his face, but then he pulled himself out of me and it was evident he wasn’t done yet. He positioned me on my hands and knees and climbed behind me, lifting my thighs apart slightly as he pushed his cock into me again then moved the camera back in front of me.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other around my upper chest as he pounded his hips against my butt, getting his cock as deeply in my pussy as he could in this position. I whimpered and moaned. His hand slid from my waist to my cunt to rub my clit as his cock hit me deep inside again and again. As I got louder he tried to shush me, I leaned down to bite my arm in an attempt to quiet myself. This made him pull my hips tighter to him as he pounded into me. His chest was pressed tightly against my back and I was essentially holding us both up on my forearms, his camera rested just under my stomach, aimed up to get barely illuminated shots of his dick in my cunt.

I turned my head to look at him and he smiled as I bit my lip and whimpered. I clicked the button with each thrust. Every time I clicked the button he fucked me with just a little more force. I was sore, squirming, and still wanted to cum again as he rubbed my clit.

He growled in my ear as he thrust into me, “Is that another orgasm I feel coming over you?”

I was gasping for breath but nodded.

He grunted and groaned and whispered harshly, “Tighten that cunt and push back against my cock. Do you want my cum?”

I looked back to him as I tightened on his cock and an uncontrollable shiver coursed through me with a loud moan. I kind of hoped the guys across the hall could hear us. Evan definitely knew what to do with a girl like me. He pulled his still hard cock from me and moved the camera off to the side then turned me onto my back. He grabbed his camera from its stand and started taking up close shots of my contracting pussy.

He had me hook my hands under my knees and pull my legs up and apart so he could take pictures of my dripping cunt as his cock head disappeared back into me. My clit was swollen and my pussy lips were red from the pounding he was giving me. He took closer pictures of my breasts and cunt. He took pictures of me gagging on his cock and his cum coating my face, chest, and pussy. He took photos of him eating me out and of his cum dripping from my aching and swollen cunt.

Before we knew it, his cock was deep in my previously virgin ass and there was a knock at our door, telling us it was our call time for breakfast. I had cum in my hair and on most of my body, we were both sweaty and sticky, but all we could do was laugh then quickly get dressed. I wore a baseball cap he’d brought with him to cover the giant glob of sticky wetness in the front of my hair and we sat together at breakfast, the two men from across the hall sat with us and they couldn’t even look at us, I wondered if we’d kept them up as he fingered me under the table while we waited for our food. We ate quickly then hurried back to the shower while everyone else in our car was still at breakfast.

I don’t recommend shower sex on a moving train, we ended up giving up before we really even got started and just carefully washed each other instead. He was incredibly gentle as he washed my hair and I absolutely hated that we would part ways shortly, but I really wasn’t in a place to get attached to a random fuck, no matter how good he was. We got back to our room and changed into clean clothes and cleaned up the mess we’d made, somewhere along the way the panties he pulled off of me last night went missing. I’m not sure if he took them or not, but he claimed he hadn’t seen them since he threw them on the floor.

He took a photo of us in our neatly cleaned little sleeper cabin, sitting on opposite sides of the window, both staring longingly out into the city that was slowly coming into view. The keen eye would notice his eyes slightly angled towards me and a smile on his face while my foot was stretched out in the open space on the floor, touching his. Subtle connections between strangers.

We didn’t even exchange numbers. He told me that his name was Evan, whether true or not, I didn’t know. He thought mine was Lynn and I didn’t see the need to correct him…

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