Maci and Kelly, History Repeating
by alan14
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Maci is 15-years-old, nearly 16. She's locked herself out and it's about to rain, so she goes to see her neighbour, Paul. History repeats, in a good way...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Mother Daughter First Big Breasts .
I was in the front garden, pulling up weeds and deadheading roses, working quickly as the weather forecast was predicting heavy rain this afternoon.
“Hey Paul!”
I raised my eyes a little and caught sight of a stretch of smooth, tanned skin between a tight, cropped t-shirt with a band logo I didn’t recognise, and a pair of faded denim shorts cut so short the bottom of the front pockets showed.
“Hey Maci,” I replied.
“How do you know it’s me?” she asked, “you didn’t even look at my face.”
“Only you dress like that on this street,” I replied.
Maci giggled at me recognising her belly.
“What can I do for you Maci?” I asked as I collected the weeds and dead roses and threw them in a bucket.
“Err ... I’ve locked myself out, and it’s going to rain soon ... so I wondered if I could stay in your house until mum gets back from work.”
“Of course you can, why don’t you go inside and make a pot of tea while I pop this lot on the compost heap.”
Maci jumped over the gate and dashed past me and into the house as I made my way around to the back garden, where I deposited the contents of the bin onto the compost heap, then I put my tools and gloves away in the shed and washed my hands under the outside tap.
After kicking my muddy shoes off, I stepped into the kitchen, just as Maci was pouring tea into a couple of my favourite stoneware mugs. She placed my mug next to a plate of chocolate Hobnobs.
“Thanks Maci,” I said as she took her usual seat opposite mine.
I often think I’m the only person on the street who likes Maci. I know she’s a bit of a tearaway, and used to cause most of my neighbours a lot of grief, climbing into their gardens and stealing plants and garden ornaments - she always left them in the back alley, never taking them home - but it was annoying all the same.
She never stole anything from my garden and has never been anything but polite in her interactions with me.
Why she treats me differently is a mystery to everyone, especially Maci. Whenever I ask her, she simply shrugs.
Like today, it’s not exactly warm out, and like the rest of the week, the weather forecast is dry and overcast in the morning, with heavy rain in the afternoon; so why did Maci leave the house in just shorts and a cropped t-shirt? I’d ask her, but she won’t be able to answer, because everything she does is instinctive, I don’t believe she’s ever planned anything in her whole life.
Still, I can’t complain, because she always makes a great cup of tea, and is always good company.
“I’ve started reading that book you recommended,” she said as I reached for a biscuit, “that one about the girl who’s kidnapped, then adopts the kidnapper as her dad after they kill her parents.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
“Yes, Emily is a great character, she seems nice, I wish I was nice, then people might like me.”
“I think you’re nice, and I really like you,” I told her, and every word was true.
“Yeah, but it’s only you, what about the rest of the street.”
“Ahh, well, they’re probably still wary for how you behaved in the past.”
“Yeah, I get that, but I’ve been trying hard to be better this year.”
“And I think some people appreciate that. Maybe if you went a step further and played your music at lower volume...”
“I like loud music...” Maci pouted.
“Why don’t you wear the headphones I gave you?”
“I broke the charging lead...” she whispered.
“That’s no problem, I’ve got a few spares,” I replied cheerily.
“You’re not mad?”
“Not at all, maybe a bit annoyed you didn’t mention sooner, but it’s not a problem.”
“My stepdad always spanked me if I broke anything,” she said, her head down and voice so low I barely heard her.
“What was that? Your stepdad spanked you?”
“Yes...” Maci replied. I only caught her reply because I was leaning forward to reach for the teapot.
“And what did your mum do?”
“She didn’t know, he only spanked me when she was out ... sometimes he’d spank me even if I hadn’t done anything wrong.”
“That’s appalling, adults should not use violence against children. How old were you, because Terry has been out of your mum’s life for a while now.”
“About 10...” she replied quietly, watching me over her mug.
“He spanked a 10-year-old!” I replied, getting more enraged by the minute.
“And he would sometimes stick his fingers in me when he did it,” she added.
This had me boiling, I gripped my mug tightly and tried to keep my face and voice calm, so as not to upset Maci.
“Do you know where he lives now?” I asked in a conversational tone.
“I dunno, mum said she once saw him drinking in the Crossed Keys, I guess he must live somewhere over that end of town.”
“How do you get on with your mum’s new guy, Callum?”
“He’s OK ... he never touches me if that’s what you mean.”
“That’s not what I was asking. I was just wondering, he’s younger than Kelly...”
“So you wondered if I fancied him, no, I really don’t,” she spat back at me, sounding genuinely offended by the suggestion.
“I’m sorry, but after what you said about Terry...”
“It’s Ok, I know you’re concerned about me. I sometimes think you’re the only person who cares about me.”
“Kelly loves you, I know she does...”
“I guess, but she’s either at work or in the pub, I hardly ever see her. I probably spend more time here than I do at home...”
“And you’re always welcome here. What about your dad, do you ever see him?”
“I’ve not seen him since last Christmas, he gave me a brand new iPad and Apple Watch”
“Why didn’t you see him this Christmas?”
“He’s in prison again...” Maci replied quietly, “I think my Christmas presents were stolen...” she added, now almost too quiet for me to hear without leaning across the table.
“You’re probably right, Drew was never fond of paying for things. He was always light fingered, his mum was forever returning stuff he’d taken from the Co-op on the corner.”
“I forget you knew mum and dad when they were kids,” Maci said, brightening up now, “what was mum like?”
What was Kelly like as a kid?
She was so much like Maci; beautiful, carefree, a bit of a tearaway who would go in and out of anyone’s house on the street. She never stole anything but wouldn’t give a second thought to looking through drawers and kitchen cupboards.
I’d just finished university and was back home waiting to start my teacher training at the nearby secondary school when I first met Kelly, she was about 15 years old at the time. I was in the kitchen making a pot of tea when I saw someone climbing over the back fence. She wandered through the back garden, bending to smell some of my dad’s roses, snapping off a couple of dead flowers and putting them on the compost heap. She picked up a few pieces of litter that had blown into the garden, put them in the bin by the back door, wiped her hands on the back of her shorts and walked into the kitchen like she owned the place.
She stopped short as she saw me, “who are you?” she asked.
“I’m Paul, I live here, and you are?”
“I’m Kelly, I live down the road ... I’ve never seen you before,” she replied, not showing any embarrassment about being caught in someone else’s house.
“I’ve been away at university, now I’m back home.”
“Where’s Mr Harris?”
“My dad’s at work.”
“Oh, I saw the kitchen light on and thought maybe he was home.”
I watched as she pulled a chair out and took a seat at the kitchen table, so I poured her a mug of tea and slid it across the table.
“I watched you climb over the fence and pull off a couple of dead roses, do you come here often?”
“Only when Mr Harris is in. He’s a nice man and always has chocolate biscuits.”
I had to laugh at that, because we never had chocolate biscuits when my mother was alive, as she said they were a waste of money. Now dad always has a couple of packs of chocolate digestives in the biscuit barrel.
I popped a few biscuits on a plate and placed it on the table beside Kelly’s mug.
“Why do you visit my dad?” I asked, wondering why this young girl wearing a tight black t-shirt and denim shorts that barely covered her bottom cheeks, was visiting my dad, a former policeman who now worked part time at the church community centre.
“Mmm ... well, one day I was in the garden, sunbathing, because your garden is much nicer than mine. I didn’t think anyone was home, I wasn’t doing anything bad, just lying on the grass, I had bikini bottoms on...”
“Just bottoms?” I asked.
“Well yes, I didn’t want tan lines, and nobody could see me unless they were leaning over the fence.”
“Or looking out of an upstairs window...” I added.
“They shouldn’t be looking into other people’s gardens,” she replied, “anyway, I didn’t think anyone was home, because it was a weekday. I should have been in school, but I didn’t like any of the teachers I had that day, and it was going to be sunny, so I stayed home. Almost the whole street was empty, I tried a few gardens, but the grass was scruffy. Mr Harris’s grass was the nicest, it still is, so I took off my t-shirt, rolled it up into a pillow and lay down.
“I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know is someone coughing behind my head. I’m kind of glad he woke me, because I was just about ready to burn. I sat up and the man who coughed, Mr Harris obviously, asked me to put my t-shirt on. He didn’t sound angry or anything, he asked if I’d like a glass of milk as I pulled my t-shirt on ... the t-shirt hurt a little as my nips were a bit burnt, and I had to rub them with baby oil when I got home ... that was quite fun when I think about it, I must do that again.
“Mr Harris joined me for a chat, he was so nice, asking my name, and why I wasn’t at school, he even looked in my eyes instead of my chest, which was amazing, because my t-shirt was sticking to my sweaty boobs and it was probably a bit see through.”
“When was this?” I asked.
“Oh, about this time last year I think, it was sunny, but the summer holidays hadn’t started.”
“How old are you Kelly?”
“I’m 15, nearly 16.”
“So you were 14, and sunbathing topless in some stranger’s garden?”
“I told you, I didn’t think anyone was home,” she replied, indignantly.
I decided not to argue with her, she clearly saw nothing wrong with what she’d done, and who was I to try and turn an innocent girl’s actions into something sordid?
“Do you want to see my boobs?” Kelly asked brightly.
“No...” I started, but she spoke over me.
“After all, your dad has seen them, and they’re bigger now. I’m very proud of them, they’re already bigger than mum’s,” she told me as she lifted her t-shirt, revealing what I had to admit were the nicest breasts I’d ever seen.
“Please Kelly, cover yourself up. I’m a trainee teacher; I shouldn’t be looking at a teenager’s breasts.”
“They’re nice though, aren’t they?” she asked as she pulled her t-shirt down.
“Yes, they’re very nice,” I admitted, and very quickly regretted, as Kelly jumped out of her chair and pulled down her shorts.
“Look, I’ve shaved a heart in my pubes!”
“Very nice,” I said, trying to draw my eyes away from this wonderful girl’s most private area. One detail lodged in my brain, apart from her moist, pronounced pink lips, she’s either very thorough when dying her hair, or she’s a natural blonde.
“I’ve never shown my pussy to anyone before,” she gasped, “was I OK doing that? It was naughty, I know, but very exciting.”
“Maybe don’t show quite so much of yourself to any more adults. Save it for your boyfriend.”
Kelly looked downcast all of a sudden, “I don’t have a boyfriend. None of the boys around her are interested in me.”
I moved around the table and slid what I hoped was a fatherly arm around her shoulders, “well, speaking as a boy, albeit one a little older than you, the boys around here are clearly missing out. You are a beautiful, delightful and really quite engaging girl ... maybe you come across as a little too keen?” I added, in what I hoped was a not too critical manner.
“Oh ... I’d not thought of that ... should I stop chasing boys and let them chase me?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, and don’t say yes to the first boy who tries it on. Try to be discerning, wait for a boy you like to ask you out.”
Kelly thought about what I’d said as she made another pot of tea. She knew where everything was in the kitchen, so she probably brewed up here regularly.
“What do you talk about with my dad,” I asked, “not about boobs and dating boys I hope.”
“Oh no...” Kelly replied as she topped up my mug, “he talks about books and flowers and football. You should see my garden, it’s so nice because he’s shown me how to care for plants and flowers.”
“Your lady garden is very nice,” I replied without thinking.
“Lady garden?” she asked, clearly never having heard the term.
“Ahh ... maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”
“What’s my lady garden ... oh ... you mean my pubes don’t you!”
“Yes, and I’m sorry, it was inappropriate for me to say that.”
“It’s OK, it means you enjoyed looking at my lady parts ... I can show you again if you like.”
“Maybe later,” I replied quickly, “what books does my dad talk about, nothing too stuffy I hope.”
“Oh no! He runs a reading club for teenagers at the community centre. We read a lot of great books, like John Green ... I love his books ... The Fault In Our Stars was the last of his books I read, so sad, but so beautiful...” she told me wistfully.
This surprised me, because as far as I knew, dad’s favourite author was Jack London, whose books were not really the sort of thing you read with teenagers.
Well, everyone has their secrets, and my dad’s seemed to be a fondness for young adult literature.
“What happens if I find a boy who likes me?” Kelly asked suddenly, and the rapid change of subject threw me for a moment.
“Err ... I guess you go out on a date and you kiss him on the bus home.” I replied eventually.
“But ... what if he’s a better kisser than me?”
Unlikely, I thought, as in my experience, girls always had the upper hand in the kissing department, often from practicing with their friends.
Then my mind read between some of the lines in Kelly’s rambling conversation ... I think maybe she didn’t have many friends.
“Have you not kissed anyone?” I asked, desperately hoping she’d say yes and we could move on.
“Not really, just my mum, and they’re never sexy kisses, obviously...”
We fell silent, and I filled the gap in conversation by pouring more tea.
“Would it be weird if I asked you to teach me how to kiss?”
I mentally chastised myself for allowing the conversation to run in this direction, then, as I was still sitting beside her, I leaned close and gently kissed her lips.
I felt Kelly tense slightly, then she relaxed and parted her lips. I ran my tongue between them, and she opened her mouth and soon showed me she knew exactly what to do. Either she was playing me, or she’d watched a lot of romantic films, either way, I wasn’t really bothered at this point.
We were both panting as we parted.
“That was nice...” Kelly told me, her words coming slowly, still in a daze.
I checked the clock on the cooker, as the last thing I wanted was for my dad to come home and catch us together. We were OK, as he worked until 4pm on Thursdays.
“What if the boy wants to go further?”
“You tell him you’re not that kind of girl,” I replied quickly, hoping that would bring a halt to proceedings.
“What if I am that kind of girl,” she replied.
My mind cast back to when she showed me her pussy, her moist lips ... oh my ... how was I going to get out of this?
“Kelly, can I ask you a question, and please be honest with me?”
“Of course you can ask, and I never tell lies in this house.”
“What would you have done today if my dad was home?”
“I was going to talk to him about the Virginia Roth books I’ve been reading, and ask him what he thinks about Tris, because I think she’s a great character.”
“And you wouldn’t have mentioned kissing, or showed him your pussy?”
“Heavens no! I respect Mr Harris; he’s a good and honest man.”
“And I’m not?” I replied, a little hurt.
“Oh no! I like you Paul, I like you a lot ... you’re closer to my age, and you’re handsome and kind ... I wouldn’t have shown you my pussy if you hadn’t made me all horny.”
I closed my eyes and tried to balance the pros and cons. I’d not been with a girl for months, my last date was with Abbie, a student on the same course. She was hot, but nowhere near as sexy as the little minx besides me ... yes, Kelly was hot, and she had a great figure, and such tender, kissable lips, and incredible breasts, the best I’d seen on any woman outside my web browser.
Oh shit, I groaned inwardly, mentally crossed my fingers that my dad wouldn’t finish work early, leaned in close and we kissed again.
This time, as we parted, I pulled Kelly to her feet and led her upstairs.
In my room, I asked Kelly to strip, she thought I’d asked her to do a striptease, and I didn’t try to stop her, as it was delightful watching this wonderful teenager dance around my room as she removed both items of clothing she was wearing.
Kelly was lost in another world, eyes closed, dancing to the music in her head. I watched her for a minute or two, then undressed myself and was sitting on the end of my bed as she stopped dancing and opened her eyes.
“That was great,” I told her, “you dance well.”
“Thank you, I learnt from my mum, she’s a good dancer. She used to be a stripper, you know, I bet she could teach me how to strip properly.”
“I don’t think you’ve got much to learn, you were very good.”
“Maybe I could come back one day with more clothes on, and give you a longer dance...”
“Maybe you could,” I replied, and realised I really meant it, I wanted to watch this wonderful girl stripping.
“Oh ... you’re naked...” Kelly exclaimed as she noticed me sitting at the end of the bed.
“Yes, is that not OK ... I can dress again...”
“Oh my, it’s very OK ... I’ve never seen a naked boy before ... Can I come closer?”
“Of course you can...” I replied, my words catching in my throat.
Kelly quickly closed the gap between us, kneeling before me, her eyes level with my crotch.
“Can I touch it?” she asked nervously.
“Yes ... you can,” I replied, hoping against hope that the long months between girls didn’t mean I ejaculated as soon as Kelly touched me.
Then she surprised me.
She didn’t touch me with her hands, she moved even closer, dipped her head and took my already hard cock between her lovely lips.
Considering she said she’d never seen a naked man before, she clearly knew what she was doing; using her lips, tongue and cheeks on my head. Kelly took almost half my length before she gagged and pulled away, wiping her mouth on her discarded t-shirt, a huge grin on her pretty face.
“Was that OK?”
“It was amazing,” I replied, honestly.
“I’ve been watching videos ... I’ve been dying to try it on someone. Can I have another go?”
“Yes ... please...”
Kelly dipped her head, taking even more of me this time. Working on my head and shaft as she took more and more of me in her hungry mouth until she had my whole length in her mouth and throat, her lips kissing my groin, her eyes looking into mine for longer than I thought possible before she pulled away, licking her lips lasciviously.
“You’re amazing,” I gasped.
“If I make you cum, will you still be able to make love to me afterwards?”
“We can certainly try,” I replied enthusiastically.
Kelly got to work immediately, this time also using her hands on my shaft and balls.
My orgasm arrived quickly and unexpectedly. One second I was revelling in a world class blow job, the next Kelly was gagging as my balls let go months of pent-up spunk.
She pulled back, laughing as my cum overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin and onto her marvellous breasts. I wasn’t done, though, shooting two more huge jets, one landing on each cheek.
“I’m so sorry...” I gasped, “I didn’t get chance to warn you.”
“It’s OK,” she giggled, “I was hoping for a gusher, they look such fun, and it tastes nice ... a bit salty, but I like it,” she added, running her fingers through the cum on her cheeks and breasts, scooping it into her mouth, sensuously sucking her fingers clean each time.
We lay together on the bed as we recovered, Kelly cuddled close, her body along mine, one leg over my legs, her pussy pushed against my hip, her hand in my lap, lazily playing with my cock and balls.
“You know how I said I’d never seen a naked boy before...” she started.
“Yes...” I replied, wondering what was coming next, and if it would explain that incredible blow job.
“It’s mostly true, I’ve never seen the front of a naked man before, and I’ve never seen an erection before ... at least not outside my laptop screen.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Well ... you know how my mum used to be a stripper?”
“Yes ... and I may have seen one of her shows.”
“You have!” Kelly replied, her hand gripping my balls tightly with the news, “she’s so beautiful, isn’t she ... are my boobs as nice as hers?”
“A lot nicer, and that’s the honest truth. You are far more beautiful than Helen.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m squeezing your balls...” Kelly laughed.
“Nope, you have the nicest breasts I’ve ever seen, they’re bigger and firmer than my memory of Helen’s, and your face, it’s so open and honest and truly beautiful.”
“Oh man...” Kelly sighed as she rolled on top of me, proceeding to grind her mons against my rock-hard cock.
“Mum has been a hooker on and off since she was my age...” Kelly told me, her voice breaking as she ground herself ever harder against my body, until she gripped my shoulders hard and pressed her lips against mine as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her young body.
“Oh my god!” she cried, eyes blinking in amazement as she came down, “I’ve never cum like that before ... and I think I squirted on your tummy...”
“That’s OK, pass me my t-shirt to wipe it up,” I replied, but she ignored me.
Instead, she lifted off me slightly and slipped my hard cock in her gloriously tight pussy.
“Be careful, this might hurt...”
“It’s OK,” she replied brightly, “I broke my virginity last year with my hairbrush handle.”
I was left hoping I was bigger than her hairbrush handle. Her broad grin and glowing cheeks suggested I probably was.
“You started telling me your mum was an occasional hooker...”
“Not was, still is when she needs some extra cash. It’s usually the same guys.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked as Kelly sped up her movements, bringing her hips into play in a most wonderful manner.
“I told you ... woo, this is fun ... I told you to explain why I’d seen a naked man, but not a penis ... because all the mens’ penises were inside mum. Her bedroom door doesn’t close properly, and I can see the big mirrors on her wardrobe doors through the gap ... I’ve been watching mum have sex since I was little. I guess that’s why I was forward with you before, and why I’ve been chasing boys ... I’ve been wanting to have sex for years.”
“And you’ve never tried it on with my dad?”
“I told you! I respect Mr Harris, he’s been like a father to me...”
“Which kind of makes me like a brother to you,” I observed, a little guiltily.
“Oh wow! It does!” Kelly exclaimed, her pussy muscles gripping me harder, “No girl would be able to resist being naughty with a sexy brother like you...” she added before she kissed me hard and proceeded to fuck me like her life depended on it.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered into my mouth as she tired, “I’m on the pill, it’s ok...”
I took this as a request to finish quickly, so I rolled over and pounded her hard for a couple of minutes, then let go with an orgasm to rival the one Kelly had so recently given me orally.
I collapsed onto this wonderful girl, and we lay in an exhausted heap, panting and sweating until we heard the church clock chime for 4 o’clock.
“Oh shit! My dad will be home soon!”
“I can’t let him see me like this!” Kelly cried, grabbing some tissues to wipe herself, before packing her pussy with a couple more, then quickly pulling on both items of clothing and slipping into her Vans. She kissed me passionately, her fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling me into her lips, “thank you, Paul,” she whispered before dashing downstairs.
I heard the backdoor slam and rapid footsteps on the back path as I quickly stripped the bed, dumping the bedding and my stained t-shirt in the laundry hamper before jumping in the shower.
I remade my bed and dressed slowly, trying to calm my heart, which was still pounding after the most spectacular sex I’d ever experienced.
I could see into the kitchen from the bottom of the stairs, dad was at the table with a mug of tea, he was talking animatedly with someone.
My heart leapt and sank simultaneously as I stepped into the kitchen; dad was talking to Kelly!
She’d changed clothes and fixed her make-up, her hair now in buns. She looked both cute and stunning.
“Oh, there you are Paul, meet my favourite neighbour, Kelly.”
“Hi Kelly, pleased to meet you,” I said, amazed I managed to sound remotely natural.
“Hey Paul, Mr Harris was just telling me you were home from university ... Do you want to join our book club, we’re just starting Mockingjay.”
Maci didn’t speak as I told her about my first meeting with her mum, I was worried I’d ruined our friendship. I got up to make another pot of tea; she remained silent until I sat back down and refilled her mug.
“You had sex with my mother?” she asked, her voice devoid of emotion.
“Yes,” I replied, a little ashamed.
“When were you going to tell me this?”
“Honestly, it’s not something I ever considered telling you ... I’m not the kind of person who talks about their sex life, especially with a teenager. Has Kelly never mentioned it?” I countered.
“Obviously not, or I wouldn’t be so shocked. Did you sleep with her again?”
I was about to lie, but I noticed Maci’s face had softened, she wasn’t angry anymore ... at least I hoped she wasn’t.
“Yes, a few times, when we had the house to ourselves, and it was always great.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I moved away again. I decided I didn’t want to be a teacher, so I went back to uni to do my post-grad. When I returned a year later, Kelly had a boyfriend ... Drew, your dad.”
“How long were you away?”
“12 months.”
“And you’ve not slept with mum since?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“So there’s no chance you might be my dad.”
“None at all, Kelly was...” I counted back on my fingers, “she’d have been three-months pregnant with you when I returned home.”
“Ahh well...” she signed, which got me thinking.
I’d never married, as I’d been busy with my career for years, only recently cutting my hours as I reached as high in the company as I could. I’d never really missed female company, as I’d been too busy, just having the odd, short affair every few months.
I’d never really wanted children either, seeing them as an impediment to career progression ... but Maci, for all the problems she’d caused everyone else on the street, she’d always been respectful with me. Maybe she subconsciously treated me as her father, just as her mum had treated my late father.
Maci bit her lip, “you know how you said my mum had the best boobs you’ve ever seen...”
“Yes, they’re still the best I’ve seen,” I replied, puzzled by the change in conversational tack ... then my heart raced as I remembered what Kelly had done at this point in the conversation.
Maci took a deep breath and slid off her chair, gripping the hem of her cropped t-shirt.
Ahh, I thought, as Maci lifted her t-shirt, great breasts certainly run in that family.
“Are they as nice as my mum’s were at my age?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, “you’re both simply perfect.”
“Really, I’ve seen her selfies from back then, they’re still on her Instagram, she was stunning.”
“She still is,” I told Maci, “and so are you.”
“Do you regret moving away and losing mum?” Maci asked.
Interesting question, I thought, drinking some more tea whilst I prepared an answer.
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