Wolfsitting - Chapter 11 by daedalus < Submission | Inkbunny, the Furry Art Community

Keywords male 934862, cub 199680, fox 197159, wolf 155813, young 43963, underwear 29374, teen 24609, undies 10774, boys 8923, preteen 3860, tickling 2768, tickle 2291, short story 730, ticklish 410, daedalus 46, kilted jackalope 39, wolfsitting 21

Adventures In Wolfsitting

A story by:
Kilted Jackalope

Copyright 2016 Kilted Jackalope (aka 'Daedalus')

Disclaimer:
The following story contains depictions of anthropomorphic characters who are under the age of eighteen engaging in consensual sexual activities. This story and all of its characters are purely a work of fiction and in no way represents the actions of actual persons. This story is only intended for mature audiences who can appreciate sexual content in writing. The author does not condone nor encourage sexual contact between adults and minors.

Chapter 11 - Breakfast of Champions

Sian awoke the next morning from a blissfully deep slumber, a sleep so dense he could not recall dreaming at all.  The teenage fox’s eyes fluttered open in the morning light of a blue, cloud-free sky illuminated in the bedroom skylights.  Sian felt a wave of relief that the rain had passed and he could finally let the boys get outside and work off some of this pent up energy that was driving all of them crazy.  He could tell from the color of the sky it was later in the morning than he’d like.  The responsibility of getting up and making breakfast for the boys was gnawing at him, but it was dwarfed by other feelings of…  Regret?  Guilt?  Shame?  The teenage fox blinked and shifted around.  None of those seemed to quite fit what he was feeling right now.  But at the same time, none of them were too far from the mark either.

Sian slowly turned his head and glanced at the lump of blanket laying next to him on the bed.  The entire room still smelled of sex even over the aromatic residue of so many scented candles.  But then, all the Lysol in the world was probably no match for the musk of two horny teenagers.  Especially when at least one of them was a fox.  Sian took a breath and sighed.  He wasn’t sure what he felt after last night.  It seemed the more he thought about grinding his cock to Wyatt’s and cumming that hard, all he could remember was the feeling of unbridled pleasure ripping through him that still made him want to smile.  But should he have done that with Wyatt at all?

Sian rolled on his side facing blanket-covered teen wolf beside him in bed and considered what he was even going to say to him this morning.  Hey, was it good for you?  We should do that again sometime?  Sorry I got cum on your face?  Or should he not say anything?  But what if Wyatt wanted to do it again?  Hey, Sian, how about a quickie before breakfast?  Holy balls, then what?  There was something about letting Wyatt see him cum that made this completely overshadow the earlier episode where all he did was ‘merely’ jerk him off.

It was such a paradox to Sian.  He didn’t feel ashamed of any of it, but at the same time felt guilty because he didn’t.  It made no sense.  The fox briefly pondered if actual sex was this cumbersome emotionally.  And if so, how did anyone ever find a way to enjoy it?

He took another breath and felt the pang of conscious reminding him that it was past time to get up and make breakfast for the boys.  Though, if Wyatt was still asleep, it was probable that the others were too.

Slowly, and as quietly as he could manage, Sian pulled the blankets back, feeling the sheets cling to his morning erection from leaking cum residue on them all night.  Yet another vivid reminder he needed to wash everything (or at this point possibly burn the sheets and start over).  He slipped off the side and padded around the bed, not seeing the need to cover himself since there was quite literally nothing left to hide from Wyatt.  The fox picked up his pace to the bathroom as the need to piss became much more urgent and shut the door behind him.

Once he was done with his morning ritual of fighting with his dick to calm down enough to let his bladder empty, he stepped out of the bathroom and paused, staring at the side of the bed.  Wyatt wasn’t there.  Nor had he been.  It was just the lump of blankets from where he’d pulled them back and left.  Sian looked at the floor and saw Wyatt’s underwear and pants were gone too.  Shit.  There was no telling how long the boys had been up but they must be starving by this point.  He really needed a shower, but that would have to wait.

Working quickly, Sian got dressed in his usual tee shirt and jeans ensemble, not bothering to check if he was grabbing something clean or not.  He yanked the sheets clear from the bed and was nearly bonked in the face by the container of Yiffy Lube that was sent flying.  It must have been left on the bed from the night before.  He stuck the bottle in his pocket for the time being and hurriedly bundled up all the sheets and towels together, muttering to himself that at this rate he’d be better off just laying down sheets of plastic on the bed.

As soon as Sian stepped out in the upstairs hallway he froze, his ears turning towards the sounds coming from the kitchen.  All three boys were there.  There was a lot going on, dishes clanging around.  He sniffed the air.  He could smell something cooking.

Dropping the laundry, Sian raced down the stairs, unsure if he really wanted to see what was going on.  There was no smoke, at least.  But the aroma of whatever was on the stove wasn’t exactly appetizing either.  Sian popped around the bottom of the stairs and saw all three wolf cubs in the kitchen with pots, pans, ingredients, and condiments strewn out everywhere.  River and Chance were still in their sleep shirts and underwear, and Wyatt had on what he was wearing the night before as well.  River was kneeling on the counter stirring up some thick concoction in the blender while Wyatt and Chance were both using the stove.

“Guys..?  Uhhh…” Sian whimpered, his ears laying back in defeat.

The three cubs looked up and wagged.  Wyatt and River were grinning and looking excited.  Chance looked more anxious, but still happy to see him.

“Hi, Sian!” Wyatt barked, still moving something around on the stove with a spatula.  “Great timing!  We made breakfast!”

Sian felt his stomach drop.  “Oh, y-yeah?  You, um, shouldn’t have.”

River came bounding out of the kitchen and grabbed Sian’s paw and pulling him towards the table.  “Come on!  You’re gonna love it!” the youngest cub wagged, towing the apprehensive fox.

“Um, well, i-it’s not all ready yet,” Chance stammered, looking worried at his pan on the stove.  “Maybe a few more minutes?”

Ignoring his older brother, River went into the kitchen and came back to the table with a blender full of what Sian had to assume was a smoothie of some kind and a glass for him.  As River poured the extremely thick and gloopy concoction into the glass, Wyatt stuck his head out of the kitchen and added, “You’re getting a three-course wolf brothers’ breakfast… um, thing.  Well, two courses, I guess.  Chance’s part didn’t really work, but it’s okay.”

“No, it’s fine it just needs to cook more!” Chance pleaded, looking distraught.

But before Sian could dare ask what, exactly, needed to cook more, River shoved the glass at him, looking exuberant.  “Here!  Mine is a breakfast smoothie!  I’ve already had three!  It’s great!”

River’s eyes were positively vibrating.  Sian couldn’t help but think that River looked way too enthusiastic about this, but decided to drink up and hope for the best.  The fox sniffed at the suspiciously viscous liquid, but it just smelled like breakfast cereal and milk - probably puréed.  One more breath for courage, Sian gulped down the smoothie - or as much as he could take before the overload of sugar made his pancreas scream in terror.

“Like it?  It’s a cereal smoothie but I only put in the milk and marshmallows!  Isn’t it great?”

Sian nodded, teary-eyed, and choked down what he could before chugging a glass of milk to wash it down.

“Th-thanks, River.  That was… um, unique.”

Sian barely had time to recover from his sugar infusion before Wyatt came wagging from the kitchen with something sizzling in a frying pan.  “Here ya go, Sian.  It’s my own recipe!”  He scooped several sizzling globs of something onto the plate in front of Sian and a few for himself and then River begged for one to try too since Wyatt was eating them.

Sian swallowed hard and looked at the fried lumps on his plate, seriously wondering if it was safe to eat.  His nose could not discern much beyond the overwhelming scent of bacon.

“It, um…  Gosh, Wyatt, this looks…”  Sian toyed with the crispy balls of mostly bacon on his plate and gulped again.  “What, um, is your secret?”  He just couldn’t bring himself to try one until he knew what was in it.

Wyatt crunched happily on one of his helpings and thumped his tail more.  “Oh, you’ll love it!  I used some of the pizza toppings left over from last night in scrambled eggs and wrapped that in bacon and flour and fried it in butter!”

Sian’s expression fell as he heard every artery in his heart plead for mercy.  River, meanwhile, was already asking for another helping.  Seeing the eager expression on Wyatt’s face, Sian gathered his courage and speared one of the fried globs, watching in horror as copious amounts of bacon grease bled out of the crispy shell.  The fox tried not to whimper out loud as he brought it to his mouth and slowly bit down.  His taste buds were immediately overwhelmed with the rush of butter, salt, grease, and meat.  All in all, though, it wasn’t as bad as he feared.  Once you got past the overcooked eggs and stale sausage lumps from last night’s pizza it was mostly bacon and cheese.  Sian choked it down and grabbed another glass of milk to wash his mouth out.  Wyatt and River, meanwhile, finished theirs completely and openly wondered if Sian would want the rest of his or not.

“Oh.  Please.  Go right ahead.  I’m not much of a breakfast fox, anyway,” he insisted, sliding his plate over.

Chance wandered out of the kitchen still looking distraught.  “Um, can I have more time or something?  I think I can make it work.  Please?”

Before Sian could ask, Wyatt laughed and retorted, “Dude, just let it go.  Those breadsticks from last night are old anyway.”  He turned to Sian and chuckled, “He’s trying to make cinnamon French toast from the garlic breadsticks we didn’t eat from last night’s pizza.”

Sian felt his stomach retreat further into his own body. “Uhhh - look, Chance, you don’t have to…”

Chance looked defiant and grabbed the pan off the stove which seemed to have a slush of egg batter, lumps of disintegrating breadsticks, possibly milk, and a covering of cinnamon and sugar.

“It’ll work!” Chance yelled back, stirring the lumps in the pan.  “Sian wants breakfast from all of us, right, Sian?”

The teenage fox swallowed hard and tried not to look too disingenuous.  “Well, it’s really nice of you to try, Chance, and I’m sure it would’ve been great.  But you don’t have to.  Really.”

Much to Sian’s dismay and his stomach’s trepidation, Chance carried his pan back to the kitchen to try again.  River followed him, making disgusted faces.

“Eww, Chance, this looks like turds and puke!”

“IT DOES NOT!”

Sian rolled his eyes and got up to try and put a stop to it all before Chance got any more upset.  He already sounded like he was on the cusp of tears as it was.  “River, look - don’t…”

But River was undeterred and grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup and squeezed it into the pan, howling with laughter, and squealed “N-Now it’s diarrhea!  Eeeewwwww!” which he followed up with the requisite fart noises.

Chance pushed his hyper, younger brother away and flung the pan into the sink.  “AAGGHH!  I HATE YOU GUYS!”  Before Sian could grab him, Chance ran from the kitchen, sobbing loudly, into his room and slammed the door.

“Dammit, River!  Just…  Sit the fu…  Sit down!” Sian growled, resisting the urge to grab him by the scruff of his neck the way his dad used to do to him whenever he was really angry.  River immediately tucked his tail and sat at the table looking scared to move.  Sian instantly regretted yelling at him so fiercely and realized the fur on his neck and shoulders was rippling.  Though, to be fair, some of the irritation was probably due to indigestion.  Still, to lose his temper like that in front of River who was only being a cub - Sian was more angry with himself than anything else.

The gray fox leaned on the counter and took a breath to let his anger subside a bit.  He turned and looked at River who was still sitting petrified at the kitchen table.

“Go brush your teeth and get dressed.”

River nodded and slid off his chair.  Sian looked up at Wyatt and was taken aback at how upset he looked.  He wasn’t crying, but he looked close to it.  Sian looked over the utter destruction of the kitchen and then thought about Chance.  He didn’t have time for whatever Wyatt’s problem was right now.

“I need to go see if Chance is alright.  It would be helpful if you could start cleaning up in here until I can get back.”

But as Sian went to leave, he was startled by Wyatt grabbing his tail.

“No, don’t!  Chance, I mean.  Just leave him.  It’ll be better.”

Sian looked back with an annoyed glare, still fuming from earlier.  “Let go!  Your brother is upset and I need to check on him.”

Wyatt swallowed hard and got up from the table.  “Yeah, I know - but, trust me.  He’ll be fine.  He does this when he’s really upset, but…”

Sian rolled his eyes and went to walk around Wyatt.

“No, really!  He doesn’t want you to see him crying!” Wyatt pleaded, looking desperate.  Sian stopped to consider this and looked back at Wyatt.

“Trust me.  I know he’s upset and crying and all, but it’ll be worse if he sees that you see him like that.”

Sian took a breath and nodded back to Wyatt, deciding to trust his judgment for now.

“Alright.  But if he doesn’t come out by the time we get the kitchen cleaned up…”

Wyatt nodded, “Yeah, I’ll go see if he’s okay.  Just - believe me, he’ll be really torn up if he knew you saw him crying.  He…  He doesn’t want you to think he’s a pussy or anything.”

Wyatt looked back over the kitchen and got the same defeated look on his body that Sian saw earlier.

“I’m sorry, Sian.”

The fox walked past Wyatt and ruffled his ears.  “You’re sorry?  For what?”

Wyatt joint Sian in the kitchen and started piling dishes in the dishwasher.  “This.  It was supposed to be breakfast and cool and all.  Like, you’ve been makin’ us lunch and dinner and hangin’ out - and I just wanted to, like, I dunno - at least do something nice.  But I guess it got all messed up.”  Wyatt sniffled and rubbed his nose on his arm.

“Oh, it was nice of… *URRRRRP!* Hoo boy…  It was a nice thing to do, Wyatt.  Really.  Maybe a bit much with all the different, um, courses.”

Wyatt looked up from putting away the ketchup and wagged a little.  “Didja like it, then?  I mean, River’s was just marshmallows and milk and I think he put some Oreo cookie filling in there too, but wasn’t mine awesome?  You liked it, right?”

Sian winced as the indigestion in his stomach turned.  “I…  Well, it’s not like anything I’ve had before.  Um, a bit heavy on the grease for my taste.  Maybe a bit too much bacon, but…  I mean, yeah, it was pretty - um, it had bacon.  So yeah.”

Wyatt looked relieved that his breakfast wasn’t a complete failure and was happy to see that Sian wasn’t quite so upset.  Before long they were making real progress on getting the kitchen cleaned up.  River crept back in with his swim trunks on as the two of them were gathering up the last of the dishes.

“Can we go swimming, Sian?” the eleven year-old wolf asked, looking as repentant as he could.

“Not until you apologize to your brother.”

“Awww, do I hafta?  It did look like barf, I mean.”

“That’s not the point, River.  Like it or not, you’re not getting in the water until you do.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” River sighed theatrically and plodded back down the hall to the boys’ shared bedroom.

Sian looked back and Wyatt and shrugged, giving him a reassuring smirk as he gathered up the drink glasses.  “All in all, it wasn’t bad, really.  I mean, you didn’t set the kitchen on fire and no one has food poisoning..  *uurrrrrrp!*  y-yet,” he chuckled.

Wyatt nodded and wagged.  “Hey - yeah, cool.  So I was wondering, did we have sex last night or was that just fucking or whatever”

Sian felt the entire house shift to one side as he lost his grip on the glass he was holding which fell in the sink and, thankfully, didn’t break somehow.  He grabbed the counter for support and was also thankful he was facing away from Wyatt so the cub didn’t see the look on his face.

“H-Holy balls, Wyatt…  Oh-Okay, wait.  Slow down.  That…” he panted, unable to catch his breath.  Rationally, Sian didn’t think he should be this upset, but his body reacted as if Wyatt had asked to marry him or something.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry.  Was I not supposed to say anything about that?”

Sian stalled for time, picking up the dropped glass and washing it in the sink before answering.

“No, it’s fine, Wyatt.  Of course you can talk about it.  You just caught me off - y-you startled me is all.  Or, surprised is a better word for it.”  Sian took a breath and continued.  “But, no, we didn’t have sex.  And that definitely wasn’t fucking.  But don’t use that word again where your brothers can hear, okay?  Yeah, yeah, I know they’ve already heard it a million times - just…  Please just say ‘effing’ or something else.  Okay?  But, yeah - no, what that was as just, um, ‘fooling around’.  Sex is, um…  Having sex is…  It’s different.  It’s not that.  It’s - well, it’s a lot more than that.”

“Oh.  Okay.  But, I thought it counted as sex if you cum - like, if both of you cum.”

“W-Well, I…  That’s part of it, sure.  But…  I mean…  Having sex is when you cum inside someone when you both want it but it doesn’t have to be both of you cumming.  Usually.”

Wyatt nodded, looking deep in thought.  “But, like, I ate some of yours - that doesn’t count?  Wait, so, then it’s only having sex if you put in in my butt?  What about if you stick it in my mouth?  But you don’t cum - is it still sex then?”

Sian huffed and felt his tailfur prickling.  “I…  Wait, hang on - slow down.”  He took another breath and tried to lean against the counter inconspicuously for balance.  “Yeah, so, you did swallow some of my cum - sorry about that - but no that, by itself doesn’t mean…  Okay, wait, let me try this again.  Okay.  What you and I did was jerk each other off.  Basically.  We just did it by rubbing our dicks together a bit.  Having sex is, well yeah, when you put your dick inside someone and, um, I guess it could be the mouth too, sure.  But having sex is more of a love thing, kind of.  Not that you have to be in love to have sex with someone, but…  okay, that was a bad way of putting it…  Um…”

“So, like two girls can’t have sex because they don’t have dicks or do they do something else?”

Sian nearly fell over.  “Wait, what?  It…  Yeah, two girls can have sex together but - okay, I see where you’re confused.  Actually, I am too at this point.  Here, I need to sit down.”

Sian walked over to the sofa, mulling over in his head how the hell they even got to this point.  Wyatt plopped down next to him, still with curiosity in his eyes.  Sian took a moment to gather his thoughts first before saying anything else.

“Okay, so…  Having sex is more of a connection between you and the other person.  It’s not one thing but more like a bunch of things you do.  Together.  To each other.”

“Like kissing?”

“Yeah!  There you go.  Like kissing.  And feeling all over each other and maybe licking each other and stuff.  And yeah, for guys, it’s usually when he puts his dick in.  But, I mean, I suppose it doesn’t have to be.  Like you said with two girls, I mean.”

“So when is it having sex and when is it just fooling around?”

Sian looked back at him and shrugged with a smile.  “You’ll know.  I mean, that’s really all there is to it - you’ll just know.  Personally, I think the better question is: Did you enjoy it?”

Wyatt looked down and blushed noticeably, playing with the fur on the end of his tail.  He nodded slowly.  A grin crept over his muzzle.  “Y-yeah.”  His tail gave a half thump on the sofa.

Sian smiled more.  “Good.  I’m glad.”

“Does that mean, um, that…  C-Can we do it again?” Wyatt asked in a hoarse whisper.

Sian looked thoughtful for a moment and leaned in a little closer.  “Yeah.  But, not just yet,” he replied softly.  Wyatt’s eyes got bigger.

“Wha…  Why?  Did I not do it right?  Or..?”

Sian leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a whisper.  “It’s not that.  You were fine.  It’s just… if we’re gonna do anything else together…  I mean, if we’re gonna do this right…”

Wyatt swallowed hard and looked back with wide eyes.  “Y-Yeah?”

Sian was so close he could feel Wyatt’s breath on his muzzle.  “We need to…  I mean - we should kiss first.  We need to get that out of the way.”

Wyatt half whimpered and whispered back, “We gotta kiss?”

Sian lowered his muzzle slightly and nodded.  “Yes.  A full kiss.  With tongue.”

Wyatt’s ears flopped.  He looked terrified.  “I…  I’ve never…  I mean - not with tongue.”

Sian looked up into this frightened, dilated pupils and tilted his ears a little.  He whispered faintly, “Don’t worry.  I’ll teach you.  Just let your tongue relax - like this - and open your mouth a little more - and go ELL-LEL-LEL-LEL-LEL!!”

Before Wyatt could make any sense of the fox wagging his tongue in his face, Sian ran his paws along his ribs and attacked his armpits with many wiggling fingers.  Wyatt doubled over and squealed with giggled, thumping his tail wildly and trying to protect his ribs by shrugging his arms in close - which only trapped Sian’s paws in his ticklish pits.

“S-S-SIIAAAANN AAAAHH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!  No N-NUU-NUUUUUUU!!  EEEEEEE-HEEEE!!”

The fox straddled the teenage wolf on the floor and ran his paws up and down his ribs and over his tummy, as Wyatt spasmed and shrieked with laughter and tried in vain to get away.

“EEEHEEE!!  No W-WAAAIT! AAAHAHAAHAAAAAAA!!  S-S-SIIAN!  S-SAAHHPPFF! GEEEE-HEE HEEE!!”

Sian smirked and paused his ticklish torment, keeping his fingers poised on Wyatt’s ribs.

“Okay, but only on one condition…”

Wyatt looked up, panting and still giggling nervously and nodded, ready to agree to anything.

“You must never, ever make me breakfast again,” the fox grinned, sticking his tongue out at Wyatt.

Wyatt nodded.  “Whew!  That’s a relief.  I though you were gonna say we had to kiss for real!”

“Oh, you are so dead!” Sian giggled and turned his attention to Wyatt’s bare feet, dragging his claws up and down the boy’s soft pads while the wolf cub howled and clawed at the carpet to try and get away, convulsing with laughter.

As Sian paused to let Wyatt catch his breath he looked up to see River watching them from the other side of the sofa.

“Hey.  Did you apologize to your brother?”

River nodded fidgeting with his paws.

“And?  Is he coming out to swim?”

River shrugged and said nothing.

Sian nodded and gave Wyatt a playful pat on the butt.  “Okay, you and River go finish up the kitchen and table and take the trash out too, please.”  Wyatt was already leaping over the sofa to put some distance between him and Sian’s tickling paws.  “Once everything is clean and put away we’ll go swimming.  I’m gonna go check on your brother.”

As the oldest and youngest siblings worked fast to get everything back the way it was, Sian walked down to the boys’ bedroom and knocked on the door.  When there was no answer, he peeked inside.

“Hello?  Chance?  Are you in here, buddy?”

“Yeah…” came a muffled reply from the closet.

Sian let himself on in and found chance sitting with his knees up to his chest on the closet floor, still in his nightshirt and underwear.

“Hey.  We’re gonna go swimming.  You wanna take a swim with us?”

Chance shook his head and glared at the floor.  Sian sat down in front of the closet door with his legs folded.

“How come?  Are you still mad about breakfast?”

Chance sniffled and growled, “I don’t wanna do anything with those assholes.  I wish I was an only cub.”

“Hey!  Enough of that, now.  I know what River did was mean, but he was just playing and didn’t mean anything by it.  Are you really gonna stay angry at him for that?”

Chance rubbed his nose on his arm and looked up with bloodshot eyes.  “It’s not just River.  Wyatt said we were gonna make you breakfast and then I thought it was gonna be from all of us but River wanted it to be a competition and for all of us to make something and then mine was all ruined and…”

“Okay, okay.  Easy.  Just breathe, okay?  It’s fine, Chance.  Really.  I love the fact that you wanted to make breakfast for me.  I think that’s awesome.  And yeah, it didn’t work out and that sucks.  I know it does.  But it’s cool, bud.  So, come on.  Come swimming with us.”

Chance sniffled and shrugged.

Sian sighed and tried not to let his exasperation show too much.  “Alright.  Well, I’m taking your brothers swimming, when you feel like joining us.”

Sian got up and gave Chance a scritch behind his ears before leaving him there in the closet to pout.  He passed Wyatt and River bagging up the trash, about to haul it to the outside bin, and assure them again that, yes, he was going to take them swimming just as soon as he went upstairs and retrieved the laundry he’d left earlier.  As he walked up the stairs, his thoughts turned back to Chance.  The look in his eyes was near identical to the way Wyatt had looked at him when he was feeling neglected and lacking personal attention.  Was Chance going to show up at his bedroom door next?  Or should he have spent time with him now?  He’d promised the boys he would let them go swimming and he couldn’t let them swim without supervision.  So one-on-one time with Chance was out of the question right now.

Sian put the first load of musky smelling sheets into the washer and turned the cycle on.  He rubbed his ears and groaned.  This whole thing was giving him a headache.  One thing at a time.  First he had to get the boys, at least two of them, out into the pool before they tore the house apart.  Or worse yet, decided to cook something else.  Maybe he could use that time to figure out what to do with Chance - or maybe he was worrying over nothing and Chance would just show up on his own.

Still, part of him wondered if it was a good thing that the first thoughts he had of how to make Chance feel better involved sex.  Not like they hadn’t already shared an intimate moment together on the first night.  But that had been an accident.  Kind of.  Was it wrong to want to do that again or was it okay if Chance was okay with it?  What if he wanted it first - then was it okay?

Sian climbed up the basement stairs and heard Wyatt yelling out that he was getting his swimsuit on and for Sian to hurry up already with the laundry.  He picked up his pace and decided that a good soak might be just what he needed to clear his head.

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