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Archive-name: Amazon/tndrfoot.txt
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Archive-author: Texas Tickler
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Archive-title: Tenderfoot Amazon, The
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There was once a mistress named Cynthia. She was a gorgeous physical
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specimen: 5'11", long brown hair, blue eyes, 135 pounds, 36-24-36
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measurements and a dominant sensuality that controlled the male or female
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she that desired. She was skilled in using whips, chains, and other tools of
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dominance. She exuded strength and control; there were no weaknesses in her
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manner and nature which could be used to control her. She had built her
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personality by submitting herself to other mistresses, who would administer
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pain and torment without mercy. Cynthia, after much practice, would never
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crack, no matter how intense the pain was or how strong the binds were.
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Indeed, Cynthia was in control Until Lynn moved in next door. At first sight,
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Lynn was anything but dominant: 5'1" tall, long blond hair and blue eyes, 95
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pounds. She looked like a promising slave, with her slight build and gentle,
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little girl voice, which belied her 22 years of age.
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Being a good neighbor, Cynthia invited the petite blond over for an
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introductory chat. The mistress offered Cynthia a drinkIAnd anotherI And
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another. The effect of the imbibing would be to loosen Lynn's tongue and
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thoughts. "You know, Cynthia," said an inebriated Lynn, "moving in was such a
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pain. My back is killing me.
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Cynthia sensed her opportunity. "Lynn," she replied, "why don't you have your
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boyfriend rub your back?" Lynn looked at her. "hyly, she confessed that "oh,
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I'm not seeing anyone right now. I'm rather bummed out on guys." Lynn
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flashed her soft blue eyes, flirting with Cynthia. With that, as if a signal
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had
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been sent and answered, Cynthia sat down beside Lynn and started to gently
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kiss her neck. Lynn melted into her arms, and soon Cynthia was massaging her
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back and neck. Lynn soon fell into a deep, restful sleep, as Cynthia held her
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close.
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The next morning, Lynn awoke to a shock. "he tried crawling out of bed, but
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found that she had been tied to the bed, spread eagle. Her nude body
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squirmed against the ropes. "Well, I packaged you quite well!" Exclaimed
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Cynthia. "I know that you are a bi-now let's see if you can play the part of a
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slave!" The amazon had several straps in her hands, and wanted to build up
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the tension in Lynn by gently caressing her body with the tips of the straps.
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However, this produced a most unusual reaction, which changed Cynthia's
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game plan. As the tips of the straps lightly danced over the backs of her
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legs, she began to squirm helplessly and laugh. "St-t-top that!" Cried Lynn,
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"it t-tickles!"
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With that, Cynthia started to poke and jab at her rib cage and underarms. Lynn
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bucked violently, screaming for mercy. "Stop-you c-crazy b-bitch! I c-can't
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stand to b-be tickled!!!" Shrieked Lynn. However, Cynthia was relentless and
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kept the blond beauty laughing for 2 hours, when Lynn finally passed out from
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exhaustion. Cynthia let Lynn sleep for a few minutes, then untied her. Lynn
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woke up moments later.
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Lynn's eyes opened wide and she was furious. "What the hell do you think
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you're doing? How would you like it if I did that to you?" Lynn screamed.
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Cynthia had a ready answer. "My dear, I didn't get to my position in life by
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being a sissy like you. I have been in the submissive role before, under whips
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and chains, and have come through admirably, even asking for more!"
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Lynn then issued a challenge. "OK, tough bitch, why not let me have a crack at
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you? You brag about your endurance to pain, so let's see you prove it! Give
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me two hours, the same amount of time you were torturing me, and you'll be
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ready to do anything for me!"
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Cynthia stood proud, confidant, and she laughed back at her. "My dear,"
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replied the Amazon, "I've have lasted for days in bondage. Whips, sensory
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deprivation Try anything you wish!"
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Cynthia then led Lynn to the torture room. Lynn had Cynthia lie down on the
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floor. Cynthia's wrists were bound by handcuffs attached to the wall. Lynn
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then placed her feet in stocks. The blond found herself attracted to Cynthia
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feet. They were beautiful: size 10, with long slender toes, and well kept, with
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no callouses or corns.
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Lynn looked at Cynthia and admired her handywork; this was her first time as a
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dom and she wanted it to be successful. Lynn ignored the whips and other
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instruments of torture around her, and slowly ran her long fingernails over the
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soles of Cynthia's feet. The pair of size 10's began to wiggle and squirm as
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Cynthia bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. "You think tickling me will
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break me? You're in for a surprise! I can take whips and other pain for days!
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This will be easy!" Snarled Cynthia.
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However, Cynthia's show of confidence didn't impress Lynn. Lynn saw
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Cynthia's feet squirm under the stimulation from Lynn's fingertips. Now, it
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was
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time to keep those feet still. Lynn hammered in nails on each side of each
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foot,
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right next to the big and little toes. With a string, she would tie her big
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and little
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toes to the nails, spreading the toes apart and completely immobilizing
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Cynthia's size tens. "Now, bitch," exclaimed Lynn, "LAUGH!"
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Lynn again began to scrape her long fingernails all over the sensitive soles of
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Cynthia's feet. Again, Cynthia bit her lips, struggling to maintain her
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composure. Cynthia was so determined, yet Lynn was so relentless, using a
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small paint brush between the Amazons toes. This caused Cynthia to buck
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violently against the bondage. On and on it went for twenty minutesI30
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minutesI35 minutes. Then, the tingling, teasing, tantalizing sensations which
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engulfed her feet became so overpowering the Cynthia burst into helpless
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giggles. "Hee hee, ha ha! That t-t-tickles! Go ahead-k-k-keep it up! You'll
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n-never b-b-break me!" Stammered Cynthia, as Lynn kept stimulating the soft
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skin on Cynthia's soles.
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One hour had now passed, and Cynthia was showing signs of weakness, as
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Lynn took a ball point pen and started drawing all over her soles. "Tee hee,
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ha
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hahahhahaha! Oh G-god, that's d-driving m-m-me c-c-crazy! My f-f-feet are
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s-s-so sensitive!" Cried Cynthia, as tear began to stream down her cheeks.
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Lynn napped back, "OK, bitch ready to give?"
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As Lynn used the pen, the pressure of the ball point on Cynthia's feet
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stimulated the soft, sensitive skin on her soles, driving Cynthia to tears.
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"OH, GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME-HEHEHEHEHE!-C-C-CRAZYY!!!" She screamed through
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her hysterical laughter. Lynn shot back, "Oh, have you had enough? I'll stop,
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if
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you're going to be too much of a sissy!" Cynthia's pride got the better of her
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though; she had survived for 75 minutes; 45 more and she would be free. Her
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tortured reply was, "NO-POUR IT ON! NO TRAMP WITH A TICKLE FETISH IS
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GOING TO BREAK ME!"
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"Very well," replied Lynn. "Now that your feet are filthy with ink, it's time
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to clean
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them off!" With that, Lynn produced a bucket of soapy water and a small
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toothbrush. Cynthia's eyes opened wide, as Lynn dipped the small brush in the
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water, then begin to slowly scrub her left heel in torturous, circular motions.
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Cynthia's long legs began to quiver; her breasts began to bounce up and down.
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The endless stimulation of the thousands of tiny bristles on her feet were too
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much to bear. Cynthia exploded in an anguished scream of forced laughter.
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"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH,
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HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEI" The amazon sounded
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as if she was in agony, as her hysterics filled the room. "C-C-CAN'T BREATHE-
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M-MY SIDES-TH-TH-THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!! OK OK,
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PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASSE STOP NOWWWW WWWW! I GIVE, I GIVE, WHAT
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DO YOU WANT, I'LL DO ANYTHING! MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH! STOP,
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LYNN, PLEASE!!!!!" Submitted Cynthia.
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Satisfied, Lynn stopped. She looked at the clock; the Amazon had cracked after
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one hour and 20 minutes. Lynn sat down beside her, caressing Cynthia's
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breasts. "Well, you aren't as tough as you say you are! Why, you're a like a
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littly
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sissy teenager!" Lynn scowled. "Just wait till I tell your slaves!"
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A look of terror filled Cynthia's eyes. "NO, please don't tell anyone! I'll
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be
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ruined!" She begged.
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The trap had been set. Lynn looked down at the beaten Amazon and layed
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down the law. "OK, I'll keep quiet, but you must meet the following
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conditions,"
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stated Lynn. "First, you're feet are still covered with ink. Will you submit
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to
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getting them cleaned with the toothbrush, until they are cleaned to my
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satisfaction?"
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Cynthia, anxious to get out of this mess, replied, "Oh, yes Lynn, as you wish!"
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Lynn smiled. "There is just one more thing you must do in order to keep my
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lips
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sealed. You must allow me to tickle your feet every day, without fail. This
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will
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include working on your endurance. You must endure 2 hours of foot tickling
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every day from me, until you are able to not just survive two hours, but beg
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for
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more and more!"
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Cynthia screamed, "Never!! I'll die!"
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Lynn then picked up a little blank book sitting on a table and looked at the
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contents. "Hmmm..It seems this is a list of your slaves! Suppose I just call
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one
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of them up and have them listen while I clean your feet?", suggested Lynn.
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"OK, OK YOU WIN!" Shrieked a terrified Cynthia. "Please keep quiet! I'll
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submit
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to your foot tickling every day!
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With a satisfied smile, Lynn completed a one hour clean up of Cynthia's
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tormented feet. Once the ordeal was over, Lynn "treated" a still bound Cynthia
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to a pedicure, making certain to use a pumice stone to soften what few rough
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spots were present on the Amazon's feet, finishing off by painting her toenails
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pastel pink. Lynn then ordered the newly ordered slave to report for her first
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tickle session at midnight the next evening. Somehow, Lynn knew Cynthia
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wouldn't dare miss the appointment.
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