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Meeting men for sex dates on the internet is a curious process. The contact often starts with a simple Hi or the winking eye on Adam4Adam. Sometimes it’s a long-distance flirtation or chat. For lots of reasons it usually doesn’t go beyond sharing a few dick pics. And, typical of roaming around on the net, I had arrived at Bill’s profile by a circuitous route: a man contacted me through Adam4Adam and sent a picture with a SilverDaddies number on it. I decided to check him out, created a profile and posted it. Nothing came of our flirtation, but three days later a guy from Corvallis contacted me and I did a location search to find his SilverDaddies profile. I tripped across Bill’s, in which he offered “full body sensual massage.” He was forty years old, two hundred twenty pounds, oral versatile. He was looking for NORMAL guys who wanted a massage, or who just wanted to talk about things: “sometimes it’s just nice to be able to tell someone what you’re feeling.” Nothing weird, he said. There was no photograph. I have always wanted an erotic massage, so I sent him an email.
Hi Bill,
My name is David and I saw your profile on SilverDaddies. I am a normal guy—all my friends say so—and I’ve wanted an erotic massage for a long time. I live in Corvallis near the river with my husband and our dog.
When are you available? Afternoons are good for me.
If you would like any more information about me, please ask. I like to share photos, too.
I tried to be a little humorous, and I included a link to my profile. SilverDaddies is different from other sex sites I frequent. The interface is basic. There are no fancy graphics and no advertising. And initially I was skeptical. Who needs another hook-up site, especially one for older men? And although I am sixty-nine years old, I don’t consider myself a “daddy.” I am more bald than silver.
One of the distinctions of SD is that some men indicate in their profiles that they have ED, a revelation you’ll never see on Grindr or xhamster. I chatted with one guy who says he seeks men of his own age because they understand the problem. (He meets in the arcade at the local adult bookstore.) Another says he has plenty of sexual desire, and enjoys pleasing other guys, and can cum but cannot get a hard-on. I’ve been chatting with one guy about the relative merits of Viagra, Cialis, and Rhino; his vote goes to Rhino. My doctor prefers Cialis, so that’s what I’m going to try. One local man bragged about how successful his new MUSE treatment was. Not everyone on the site is older or has erectile dysfunction, of course; it attracts younger men, too, who might have a sexual or social interest in older guys. Bill’s profile says he’s seeking men from 20 to 70, and I just qualify.
Another thing about SilverDaddies is that lots of guys seem to be bisexual, in their lifestyle if not their identification. In one case his wife has left him, he’s got two adult c***dren, but is now single and looking for sex dates and friendship with men. The man with ED who likes to meet at the bookstore says he enjoys looking at straight porn and having sex with men. I can’t say whether there are more bisexual men on SilverDaddies than on other sites. Maybe as we get older we seek pleasures that we’ve deferred in our youth. Among these men is Bill.
I sent Bill a few pictures and explained that my husband didn’t share in my sexual adventures. After a few messages I determined that Bill wasn’t his real name and that he had reasons for discretion as well.
I am Morgan. And as far as a connection, I am more interested in the touch of another man’s body more than the need of being touched. Hence the massage. But I am not closed minded about other things. I am a very cautious person. I need to get to know someone before I do much else with someone. I can’t afford to bring anything home to the wife. I’m also known by MANY people in the community so being discreet is huge for me. So about the only photos I could send would be like a cock pic. So knowing all this I understand if you don’t want to proceed. I am very open and easy to talk to. I am not one to judge. That is our Lord above’s job. So let me know what you’re thinking.
He asked me to describe my “ideal” connection, but I didn’t know much about him yet and I didn’t want to write a scenario for an interaction with someone I hadn’t even met. I’ve seen lots of gay massage videos but didn’t want to prescribe a particular sequence of events. And getting to know someone via email messages is slow. Since his initial name was an invention and he didn’t want to share photos I didn’t know much. Did he work for the local government? Or was he a well-known businessman? Could he be a minister in an evangelical Christian church? Evidently he had time and resources to offer free massages and to host the men whom he massaged. I guessed that he had a house in the suburbs and that his wife was reliably away at work all day. But would he mind some random guy parking his car in front of his house and walking in? How many guys did he massage in a week? Certainly the neighbors might notice and say something to his wife.
And he didn’t know much about me. I told him what neighborhood I lived in, indicating my social, economic, and maybe even political status. But I couldn’t reveal everything about my life, not in an email exchange with a stranger.
We talked about dogs and the coast and traveling around the northwest. I asked about his hobbies, and my new friend responded,
I love to ski. Both water and snow. Camping too. I do have k**s. I like art. It’s not my forte but sure. Would you consider yourself a top or bottom or both?
This was an abrupt change of subject. I was happy to talk about sex:
Smooth segue from art to sex. When thinking of my own sexual interests and pleasures the concepts of top and bottom, common as they are, don’t mean much. It’s complicated. I have a personality that often takes charge of situations, and I can be intense and usually manage to get what I need in a situation, whether in business or pleasure. But I can be very receptive. I like to let situations resolve themselves. I love to suck a man’s cock, and have only recently discovered the pleasure of being sucked. Even at my age I am discovering new things about myself and my relations with others. How about you?
We talked about our early interest in other boys, and I sent him my story about the first time I ejaculated, when I was twelve or thirteen years old.
I’m excited to hear about all your stories. Wow. 13? Wish I could have done that at 13. I’ve had an interest in guys for as long as I can remember. Looking at other boys in the locker room in grade school and middle school. And then high school. Always longing to touch and play with their cocks.
That story was great!! Loved it. I remember sleepovers where we stayed in the tree fort and had a cumming competition. See who could cum first. We were in the dark though so we couldn’t see each other unfortunately. Looking forward to more stories.
I sent a story about making love with David, which he said was awesome. He said his wife sucks his cock but won’t let him cum in her mouth. It sounds to me like they have a vigorous sex life, and I told him how lucky he is. At this point in our conversation I felt a little jealous of Morgan. I guess I’d expected him to be sexually frustrated at home, needing to meet men because his wife couldn’t please him in some fundamental way. But Morgan seemed to be very happy with the heterosexual side of his life. He said his wife takes all the sex he can give her. I had explained to him that David and I, although happy and supportive of each other, didn’t make love very often. And that David isn’t sexually adventurous and in fact never sucks my cock. That surprised him. At this point I just tell him that I want to suck his cock and he replies, “Sure.” I love to have a man cum in my mouth—he probably knows this because my profile says I like cum kissing—and maybe I can offer him something he doesn’t get from his wife. Or the other guys he meets from his SilverDaddies ad.
He wants more stories:
Surprise me. I like to hear about people lives and the trials and tribulations going through life. And definitely more stories.
Now I understand Morgan’s profile better. By sending him my sexy stories I am both revealing my interests and securing his, a sort of mutual seduction by story telling. I asked if he wanted to hear about my queer uncle Ted. That story seemed to appeal to him, too.
If I had the chance with an uncle I would have too. Wasn’t ‘til I was in my 30’s before getting to play with and suck a cock for the first time. It was great. As far as a massage goes, I am free on Tuesday and Wednesday next week. But only during the day ‘til about 4.
Now we have a date, but I still don’t know where we’ll meet. And he won’t tell me until Tuesday morning, three days from now. Early in the morning I get the message:
2pm sounds great!! I’m near 38th and Franklin. When you pass 38th on the left, you’ll see a white bus stop. Take the driveway just before the bus stop. Drive through the complex around to the opposite side. You see a silver Mercedes and an older tannish colored Ford truck. Park near those in an unmarked spot. I’ll meet you outside in that area. I’ll have a tan jacket on.
Now I googled the area, if not his exact address. It’s the Peoria Grove Apartments, on the far end of town. I wonder if Morgan might be a real estate agent, which would explain his freedom during the day, and that this isn’t his home at all, but an apartment he keeps for massage and sex dates. He’s told me that he has at least one young man who’s been coming to him for massages for years, so I know he’s not new at this. (Morgan says this guy gets a massage with a happy ending, but that they don’t have sex. A happy ending massage with some young guy sounds pretty sexy to me! He clarifies that they don’t have anal sex.) Maybe he’s the property manager or owner of the apartment complex, and this is a vacant apartment that he uses. It sounds like he drives a Mercedes, which is a good sign. But I don’t really know anything for sure. So on Tuesday afternoon I get into the car and drove to Peoria Grove.
I leaned for a moment on the bed of the old Ford truck. Its rear tires were flat; the paint was peeling and dull. I was standing in the parking area of an ageing apartment complex. The single-story buildings were painted gray; they were of wood that probably had been cut from nearby forests by men who lived in this Oregon logging town. The lawns and walks of the complex were clean, trimmed. I looked to my right. A door opened and a man stepped out, raised his hand and motioned me in.
The man who stood in the door was tall, as promised, well built and dressed in brown canvas work pants and a t-shirt. His brown hair was cut short, as was his beard. He looked younger than forty, and handsomer than I’d expected. Since we hadn't exchanged photos, until this moment I really didn't know what to expect. Morgan extended his strong hand and we introduced ourselves. With a friendly expression he beckoned me into the small room.
The window was obscured by a closed Venetian blind, yet the afternoon sun lit and warmed the room. Shelves to my left held plumbing parts, white plastic p-traps and water supply valves. On the desk was a monitor showing four security camera views of the property. Morgan had seen my car enter and anticipated my arrival at his door near the Ford truck. We chatted about building maintenance, something I’d done a bit in my previous work and was happy to have left behind. Morgan, it turned out, was the half-time maintenance man at Peoria Grove. He was married and had c***dren and enough free time to meet guys here for free massages.
We both undressed to our underwear. Morgan spread a fleece blanket on the floor, the kind of blanket you take to a college football game on a chilly evening. The floor was carpeted and soft enough and I lay face down for my massage. Morgan, in his black stretch Jockey briefs, began rubbing my back and legs. His touch was confident. He kneaded the muscles on my shoulders and rubbed between my thighs. I wanted to turn over so I could see his naked body as he touched me. Now I reached up to touch his face, beard, and hair. I asked him if he liked to kiss and he said sometimes.
I stood up and asked Morgan to lie down on his back. I sat on him, pushed my butt against his cock, still in its Jockeys, and he reached his arms over his head. I licked his nipples and armpits and smelled his manliness there. I felt his cock through the cotton shorts with my hands and my mouth.
He took off his shorts and revealed a lovely cock, erect and circumcised, pubic hair neatly trimmed and with smooth brown balls. His whole strong body was tanned and smooth and haired on his chest, legs, and buttocks. I was really lucky to have met this guy. We kissed warmly. He played with my nipples and took my briefs off and sucked on my cock for a moment. I got up, kissed him and licked his chest and nipples and begged him to turn over so I could see his ass and massage his buttocks and the inner parts of his thighs. No objection from Morgan. I straddled his strong brown frame.
Now face down on our blanket I moved my tongue along his smooth round buttocks and into the hairy crack between. He lifted his butt and I spread its flanks with my hands and entered the sacred chamber with my tongue. Reaching under his body, holding his erect cock and smooth balls in my hand, I explored Morgan’s dark interior with my tongue. He moaned in pleasure.
Now this guy—this young stud—rolled me over on to my back, reached for a condom and lube from his desk drawer, raised my legs into the air and pushed his manhood into my asshole. I’m an old guy but that didn’t stop this man from fucking me. Morgan fucked me like I haven’t been fucked in years, his strong brown hands holding my feet as he pounded my ass. He looked into my eyes and plowed into me. We rolled over and I tried to sit on top of his cock. That didn’t work so I begged Morgan to sit on my face so I could explore between his legs with my tongue and suck his nuts and smooth erect cock as I lay under his manly frame. I sucked and licked and reached my tongue deep into his dark socket and soon felt his big cock pulsing in my mouth. He shot his load into me and I enthusiastically swallowed the hot spunk. Now he twisted my nipples and I reached for my cock and shot my cum on my belly and the blanket. We were still for a moment now.
We cleaned up with construction grade paper wipes from a roll behind the door. As I got up from the floor where I’d been fucked I noticed the toilet plunger and a drain snake next to the shelves. A heating element for someone’s oven hung on the wall.
A day later, walking around my house I feel the muscles of my inner thighs where they were stretched as Morgan pounded my ass. With every step I feel like an athlete after a long workout, stronger for the exercise but exhausted, too. It’s a good feeling to have in my mind and in my thighs, the feeling of Morgan fucking me in the afternoon in his maintenance room.
In a week of email exchanges and two hours of sexual exploration Morgan and I have learned a few things about each other. I know he’s a kind and respectful man, and a vigorous and confident lover. We talked about my lack of an erection (he uses Rhino) and about his recent back surgery and diabetes. But I'd like to know more about his life, and I hope we will meet again. And as I reread our messages I see myself bragging to him, using my responses to try and impress him, first that I am “normal” and trustworthy, then interesting enough for him to invite me over. And I’ve realized that I’m the frustrated one. He has a satisfying sex life, mine is limited and, as they say, “vanilla.” I’m hoping for more spice.
Hi Bill,
My name is David and I saw your profile on SilverDaddies. I am a normal guy—all my friends say so—and I’ve wanted an erotic massage for a long time. I live in Corvallis near the river with my husband and our dog.
When are you available? Afternoons are good for me.
If you would like any more information about me, please ask. I like to share photos, too.
I tried to be a little humorous, and I included a link to my profile. SilverDaddies is different from other sex sites I frequent. The interface is basic. There are no fancy graphics and no advertising. And initially I was skeptical. Who needs another hook-up site, especially one for older men? And although I am sixty-nine years old, I don’t consider myself a “daddy.” I am more bald than silver.
One of the distinctions of SD is that some men indicate in their profiles that they have ED, a revelation you’ll never see on Grindr or xhamster. I chatted with one guy who says he seeks men of his own age because they understand the problem. (He meets in the arcade at the local adult bookstore.) Another says he has plenty of sexual desire, and enjoys pleasing other guys, and can cum but cannot get a hard-on. I’ve been chatting with one guy about the relative merits of Viagra, Cialis, and Rhino; his vote goes to Rhino. My doctor prefers Cialis, so that’s what I’m going to try. One local man bragged about how successful his new MUSE treatment was. Not everyone on the site is older or has erectile dysfunction, of course; it attracts younger men, too, who might have a sexual or social interest in older guys. Bill’s profile says he’s seeking men from 20 to 70, and I just qualify.
Another thing about SilverDaddies is that lots of guys seem to be bisexual, in their lifestyle if not their identification. In one case his wife has left him, he’s got two adult c***dren, but is now single and looking for sex dates and friendship with men. The man with ED who likes to meet at the bookstore says he enjoys looking at straight porn and having sex with men. I can’t say whether there are more bisexual men on SilverDaddies than on other sites. Maybe as we get older we seek pleasures that we’ve deferred in our youth. Among these men is Bill.
I sent Bill a few pictures and explained that my husband didn’t share in my sexual adventures. After a few messages I determined that Bill wasn’t his real name and that he had reasons for discretion as well.
I am Morgan. And as far as a connection, I am more interested in the touch of another man’s body more than the need of being touched. Hence the massage. But I am not closed minded about other things. I am a very cautious person. I need to get to know someone before I do much else with someone. I can’t afford to bring anything home to the wife. I’m also known by MANY people in the community so being discreet is huge for me. So about the only photos I could send would be like a cock pic. So knowing all this I understand if you don’t want to proceed. I am very open and easy to talk to. I am not one to judge. That is our Lord above’s job. So let me know what you’re thinking.
He asked me to describe my “ideal” connection, but I didn’t know much about him yet and I didn’t want to write a scenario for an interaction with someone I hadn’t even met. I’ve seen lots of gay massage videos but didn’t want to prescribe a particular sequence of events. And getting to know someone via email messages is slow. Since his initial name was an invention and he didn’t want to share photos I didn’t know much. Did he work for the local government? Or was he a well-known businessman? Could he be a minister in an evangelical Christian church? Evidently he had time and resources to offer free massages and to host the men whom he massaged. I guessed that he had a house in the suburbs and that his wife was reliably away at work all day. But would he mind some random guy parking his car in front of his house and walking in? How many guys did he massage in a week? Certainly the neighbors might notice and say something to his wife.
And he didn’t know much about me. I told him what neighborhood I lived in, indicating my social, economic, and maybe even political status. But I couldn’t reveal everything about my life, not in an email exchange with a stranger.
We talked about dogs and the coast and traveling around the northwest. I asked about his hobbies, and my new friend responded,
I love to ski. Both water and snow. Camping too. I do have k**s. I like art. It’s not my forte but sure. Would you consider yourself a top or bottom or both?
This was an abrupt change of subject. I was happy to talk about sex:
Smooth segue from art to sex. When thinking of my own sexual interests and pleasures the concepts of top and bottom, common as they are, don’t mean much. It’s complicated. I have a personality that often takes charge of situations, and I can be intense and usually manage to get what I need in a situation, whether in business or pleasure. But I can be very receptive. I like to let situations resolve themselves. I love to suck a man’s cock, and have only recently discovered the pleasure of being sucked. Even at my age I am discovering new things about myself and my relations with others. How about you?
We talked about our early interest in other boys, and I sent him my story about the first time I ejaculated, when I was twelve or thirteen years old.
I’m excited to hear about all your stories. Wow. 13? Wish I could have done that at 13. I’ve had an interest in guys for as long as I can remember. Looking at other boys in the locker room in grade school and middle school. And then high school. Always longing to touch and play with their cocks.
That story was great!! Loved it. I remember sleepovers where we stayed in the tree fort and had a cumming competition. See who could cum first. We were in the dark though so we couldn’t see each other unfortunately. Looking forward to more stories.
I sent a story about making love with David, which he said was awesome. He said his wife sucks his cock but won’t let him cum in her mouth. It sounds to me like they have a vigorous sex life, and I told him how lucky he is. At this point in our conversation I felt a little jealous of Morgan. I guess I’d expected him to be sexually frustrated at home, needing to meet men because his wife couldn’t please him in some fundamental way. But Morgan seemed to be very happy with the heterosexual side of his life. He said his wife takes all the sex he can give her. I had explained to him that David and I, although happy and supportive of each other, didn’t make love very often. And that David isn’t sexually adventurous and in fact never sucks my cock. That surprised him. At this point I just tell him that I want to suck his cock and he replies, “Sure.” I love to have a man cum in my mouth—he probably knows this because my profile says I like cum kissing—and maybe I can offer him something he doesn’t get from his wife. Or the other guys he meets from his SilverDaddies ad.
He wants more stories:
Surprise me. I like to hear about people lives and the trials and tribulations going through life. And definitely more stories.
Now I understand Morgan’s profile better. By sending him my sexy stories I am both revealing my interests and securing his, a sort of mutual seduction by story telling. I asked if he wanted to hear about my queer uncle Ted. That story seemed to appeal to him, too.
If I had the chance with an uncle I would have too. Wasn’t ‘til I was in my 30’s before getting to play with and suck a cock for the first time. It was great. As far as a massage goes, I am free on Tuesday and Wednesday next week. But only during the day ‘til about 4.
Now we have a date, but I still don’t know where we’ll meet. And he won’t tell me until Tuesday morning, three days from now. Early in the morning I get the message:
2pm sounds great!! I’m near 38th and Franklin. When you pass 38th on the left, you’ll see a white bus stop. Take the driveway just before the bus stop. Drive through the complex around to the opposite side. You see a silver Mercedes and an older tannish colored Ford truck. Park near those in an unmarked spot. I’ll meet you outside in that area. I’ll have a tan jacket on.
Now I googled the area, if not his exact address. It’s the Peoria Grove Apartments, on the far end of town. I wonder if Morgan might be a real estate agent, which would explain his freedom during the day, and that this isn’t his home at all, but an apartment he keeps for massage and sex dates. He’s told me that he has at least one young man who’s been coming to him for massages for years, so I know he’s not new at this. (Morgan says this guy gets a massage with a happy ending, but that they don’t have sex. A happy ending massage with some young guy sounds pretty sexy to me! He clarifies that they don’t have anal sex.) Maybe he’s the property manager or owner of the apartment complex, and this is a vacant apartment that he uses. It sounds like he drives a Mercedes, which is a good sign. But I don’t really know anything for sure. So on Tuesday afternoon I get into the car and drove to Peoria Grove.
I leaned for a moment on the bed of the old Ford truck. Its rear tires were flat; the paint was peeling and dull. I was standing in the parking area of an ageing apartment complex. The single-story buildings were painted gray; they were of wood that probably had been cut from nearby forests by men who lived in this Oregon logging town. The lawns and walks of the complex were clean, trimmed. I looked to my right. A door opened and a man stepped out, raised his hand and motioned me in.
The man who stood in the door was tall, as promised, well built and dressed in brown canvas work pants and a t-shirt. His brown hair was cut short, as was his beard. He looked younger than forty, and handsomer than I’d expected. Since we hadn't exchanged photos, until this moment I really didn't know what to expect. Morgan extended his strong hand and we introduced ourselves. With a friendly expression he beckoned me into the small room.
The window was obscured by a closed Venetian blind, yet the afternoon sun lit and warmed the room. Shelves to my left held plumbing parts, white plastic p-traps and water supply valves. On the desk was a monitor showing four security camera views of the property. Morgan had seen my car enter and anticipated my arrival at his door near the Ford truck. We chatted about building maintenance, something I’d done a bit in my previous work and was happy to have left behind. Morgan, it turned out, was the half-time maintenance man at Peoria Grove. He was married and had c***dren and enough free time to meet guys here for free massages.
We both undressed to our underwear. Morgan spread a fleece blanket on the floor, the kind of blanket you take to a college football game on a chilly evening. The floor was carpeted and soft enough and I lay face down for my massage. Morgan, in his black stretch Jockey briefs, began rubbing my back and legs. His touch was confident. He kneaded the muscles on my shoulders and rubbed between my thighs. I wanted to turn over so I could see his naked body as he touched me. Now I reached up to touch his face, beard, and hair. I asked him if he liked to kiss and he said sometimes.
I stood up and asked Morgan to lie down on his back. I sat on him, pushed my butt against his cock, still in its Jockeys, and he reached his arms over his head. I licked his nipples and armpits and smelled his manliness there. I felt his cock through the cotton shorts with my hands and my mouth.
He took off his shorts and revealed a lovely cock, erect and circumcised, pubic hair neatly trimmed and with smooth brown balls. His whole strong body was tanned and smooth and haired on his chest, legs, and buttocks. I was really lucky to have met this guy. We kissed warmly. He played with my nipples and took my briefs off and sucked on my cock for a moment. I got up, kissed him and licked his chest and nipples and begged him to turn over so I could see his ass and massage his buttocks and the inner parts of his thighs. No objection from Morgan. I straddled his strong brown frame.
Now face down on our blanket I moved my tongue along his smooth round buttocks and into the hairy crack between. He lifted his butt and I spread its flanks with my hands and entered the sacred chamber with my tongue. Reaching under his body, holding his erect cock and smooth balls in my hand, I explored Morgan’s dark interior with my tongue. He moaned in pleasure.
Now this guy—this young stud—rolled me over on to my back, reached for a condom and lube from his desk drawer, raised my legs into the air and pushed his manhood into my asshole. I’m an old guy but that didn’t stop this man from fucking me. Morgan fucked me like I haven’t been fucked in years, his strong brown hands holding my feet as he pounded my ass. He looked into my eyes and plowed into me. We rolled over and I tried to sit on top of his cock. That didn’t work so I begged Morgan to sit on my face so I could explore between his legs with my tongue and suck his nuts and smooth erect cock as I lay under his manly frame. I sucked and licked and reached my tongue deep into his dark socket and soon felt his big cock pulsing in my mouth. He shot his load into me and I enthusiastically swallowed the hot spunk. Now he twisted my nipples and I reached for my cock and shot my cum on my belly and the blanket. We were still for a moment now.
We cleaned up with construction grade paper wipes from a roll behind the door. As I got up from the floor where I’d been fucked I noticed the toilet plunger and a drain snake next to the shelves. A heating element for someone’s oven hung on the wall.
A day later, walking around my house I feel the muscles of my inner thighs where they were stretched as Morgan pounded my ass. With every step I feel like an athlete after a long workout, stronger for the exercise but exhausted, too. It’s a good feeling to have in my mind and in my thighs, the feeling of Morgan fucking me in the afternoon in his maintenance room.
In a week of email exchanges and two hours of sexual exploration Morgan and I have learned a few things about each other. I know he’s a kind and respectful man, and a vigorous and confident lover. We talked about my lack of an erection (he uses Rhino) and about his recent back surgery and diabetes. But I'd like to know more about his life, and I hope we will meet again. And as I reread our messages I see myself bragging to him, using my responses to try and impress him, first that I am “normal” and trustworthy, then interesting enough for him to invite me over. And I’ve realized that I’m the frustrated one. He has a satisfying sex life, mine is limited and, as they say, “vanilla.” I’m hoping for more spice.
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