sumarry: you’ll always be daddy’s lil girl, even when u need his special help
TW: dead dove: do not eat, +18, Incest (father/daughter), no outbreak, Power imbalance, coercion, Dubcon, Grooming elements, Emotional manipulation, Dark fic, taboo content, Not suitable for minors!!, Fictional content only does not reflect real-life views or desires.
all characters are adults and consensual!
A/N: this text is purely fictional and i do NOT agree with ANY of the things described here! if you read the warnings, you already know the themes and what this is about so read at your own risk. you’re responsible for what you consume. don’t like it? don’t read it!
Joel Miller’s always been a good man, the good kind, the responsible type
Or at least, he’s always shouldered the weight for everyone around him
Taking care of his brother Tommy when he got himself arrested
Breaking up those bar fights that cropped up on the weekends when Joel finally let himself unwind a little
Or stepping in whenever he spotted some injustice right there in front of him
Didn’t matter if it was in the middle of a grocery store aisle or at a family barbecue
he was always the same steady Joel.
And yeah, he was content with his life, with who he was and the way things rolled along
All that was before you showed up
Joel couldn’t have been more shocked that a one-night thing fueled by a few whiskeys at the bar would land him the “big win” The first and only time? Hell, your mom had taken the morning after pill, right?
For a split second, Joel figured it was a curse
But then he saw that ultrasound, and maybe it was luck after all
He and your mom weren’t in love, so it didn’t surprise him how checked out she got through the whole pregnancy head over heels one minute, then just… gone
But damn, it hit hard when she bailed on you in those first few days of life, leaving you with Joel
From then on, he poured everything into being the best dad he could. Not just that
he hustled to fill the hole she left, making damn sure your heart never ached from missing her
She never came looking for you, and by the time you were old enough to get it, you stopped asking about her. You’d figured it out: she was gone for good.
It’s been just you and Joel ever since your dad, who you loved more than anything, always the absolute best in your eyes.
Even now, in your first semester of college, you flat out refused to move out
The idea of being surrounded by strangers? No way
Especially without him there no temple kisses before bed, no curling up together while some football game droned on TV
You liked your life just fine, Nothing wrong with it at all
So it was a huge relief for both of you when you picked a college close enough to home that you could crash in your own bed every night
He loved knowing his little girl was still right down the hall, safe and sound
Nothing bad could touch you with him watching
Ever since you came into his world, nothing else mattered as much as his girl
Not even Tommy pulling an all-nighter in a holding cell or another dumb bar scuffle.
As long as you were okay, safethat was all that counted
Your dad figured raising you solo after your mom ditched would already be a heavy load for you down the line, so he swore off dating altogether
Even the casual stuff, Everything he did was about what was best for you. Any needs he had? He handled those himself, with his own hand
Even then, he never felt lonely or desperate
His beautiful girl was right there, always
And on the rough nights when he was by himself, you’d knock on his door in the dead of night, whispering about a nightmare and needing his arms around you
That? That filled him up.
How you were still his little girl, even now
how you never minded sticking close, every second of it
Whether it was bingeing some sitcom with pizza balanced on his lap.
You and him? You both figured it’d always be like that
But you were growing up slowly, torturously and Joel knew it, No matter how you never changed, still acting like his baby, he got more scared every day. Scared of the moment it’d all shift.
And shift it did, He can’t pinpoint the exact second, but everything felt… different
Your phone got a password now, Lap nights turned into early bedtimes, Even those temple kisses? Now it was a locked door
It’d only been two weeks, but Joel felt like you were slipping through his fingers like dry sand he couldn’t hold onto.
You dodged him. And when you didn’t, you snapped short and sharp
You started staying later at college, skipping his offers to pick you up
At first, Joel chalked it up to school stress
Maybe a blowout with Milena, your best friend
But the days dragged on, and he saw it clear: you were pulling away from him.
It was like you were pissed.
Even when he grabbed your favorite, gorgonzola with leeks, you wouldn’t eat at home
He tried to play it cool, give you space. Be patient.
But how, when you wouldn’t even answer him?
It was late when you got back from campus, kicking off your shoes at the door and tucking them neat in the corner like always
The house was dead quiet, just the low hum of the TV in the background
You figured you’d sneak upstairs, avoid seeing him tonight, Or tomorrow
Maybe for good
But your plan tanks the second you step into the living room on your way to the stairs.
Joel’s on the couch, nursing a half-empty beer, those eyes of his the saddest you’ve ever seen
“You gonna tell me where you’ve been?” he murmurs, voice soft
“College,” you bite out, clipped like a blade
“You switching to night classes now, huh?” He tries for sarcasm, but it falls flat You just roll your eyes and bolt for the stairs
Joel stands “You gotta tell me what’s going on!” It’s almost a shout
You freeze, body going small and shaky, throat tight, eyes burning with tears
“Why don’t you ask Tess?” you fire back, hot tears spilling over
Joel flinches, eyes going wide like he wants to wipe every one away “What’re you talking about?” His voice drops low
“You think I don’t know? She’s Milena’s mom! My best friend!” The sobs hit harder
“Milena told me everything! And I saw her texts on your phone!” You yell it
“You went through my phone?” Anger flashes in him
“YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!” It rips out of you, louder, the tears stinging.
“What? Sweetie, what’re you—”
“I don’t wanna be around you!” You scream it, bolting up the stairs, slamming into your room. You collapse on the bed, burrowing under the blankets, clutching your bear so tight while the tears soak everything
It doesn’t take long before two soft knocks hit your door
“Peach?” he says, gentle
“Leave me alone! I know you don’t wanna be here!” You sob it out
He edges in anyway, sinking onto the edge of your king-sized bed, fingers raking through his hair
“Oh, my poor baby. I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t do anything” His voice is soft, and he leans in to press a kiss to your temple
“I know she asked you out,” you mumble, still dodging his eyes
“You don’t love me anymore!” It slips out again
“Of course I do,” he says, kissing your forehead
“But you’re grown now, peach. You got your own life…”
“So you want Tess? You don’t want me?”
Joel’s stunned, remembering all those talks he dodged every year, figuring school would cover it
But now, seeing you so lost…
“It’s not like that, peach, The way a man looks at a woman? It’s not the same as how he looks at his little girl”
“Why?” you cry out again
“I want you. Just you.”
“I know, peach, but I’m your dad, There’ll be boys in college who—”
“I DON’T WANT BOYS! I WANT DAD!”
“Peach, you don’t get it. The feelings you’ll have for those boys? They’re different from what you feel for me”
You sit up, scrubbing at your tears
“But I feel it for you, Daddy” You finally meet his eyes “I feel… for you.”
Joel’s thrown—hell, you must be too
“What… what do you feel, peach?”
You swallow hard, wiping your face
“Sometimes… when you give me those special kisses before bed… it hurts”
Joel’s brows knit “Hurts where, baby?” he whispers, nodding like he’s coaxing it out
You grab his hand, guiding it to the top of your thighs, pressing his warm, big palm right against you
“Here,” you breathe
“And sometimes… sometimes I take Mr. Peanut—my teddy bear—and…”
You falter
“What do you do, peach?” His hand stays there, heavy between your legs
“I ride him… till it stops hurting”
“Because of Dad?” His eyes widen, flicking to the open buttons on your shirt, that peek of cleavage
“Yeah, Daddy”
He eases his hand back, careful, like he doesn’t want to spook you
“Peach… that’s not right. You can’t…”
“Why not, Dad? Don’t you feel it for me?”
“It’s not right, peach! I’m your father”
“But I love you, Daddy! Don’t you love me?”
“Peach…” he breathes, but you scoot closer, crawling toward him
“You love Tess?” you whisper, lip wobbling.
“No, peach…”
“I’m not your little girl anymore, Daddy?”
“You are!” It comes out firm
You sniffle, eyes huge and shiny
His heart cracks seeing you like that
cheeks maroon, nose red, lips bitten raw God, how many days did he waste watching you mope, not realizing it was his fault?
He hates himself for it
And even after you spill about riding Mr. Peanut while thinking of him… he can’t pin it on you
He skipped too many talks, and now look you’re grown, twisted up inside
Still, he can’t stop the heat twisting in his gut, the rush of blood when he pictures it
you, grinding on that damn bear
You’re his little girl, His bright summer peach
All he’s ever done is protect you
He breathed easy in high school when you never snuck out or giggled at your phone
no boys sniffing around, that was for sure
Weekends, you couldn’t wait to pile into his bed for movie marathons, even if he wondered a bit about you being so grown and still sucking your thumb to unwind
But he thanked his lucky stars every day
God, the relief of knowing no grubby boy was laying hands on his daughter
But now, with your confession hanging there, he catches it for the first time
the thing he clocked right after you turned eighteen
You’re a woman now, His eyes dip to your body, and he feels like the lowest creep alive. But how does that pure face go with tits like that? So full, impossible to ignore
No boy deserves them
And God help any grown man who even thinks about it
He’s your dad, after all, Only he could take care of you right
Take care of his sweet girl the way she needs
No one else would be gentle like him, No one would cherish you, All those other guys? They’d just trick you, use you up
Not him, He’d be soft, Show you how deep his love runs, Make sure you never have to hump that bear again
“I just wanted you to show me how much you love me, Daddy,” you say, tears fresh as you inch even closer
“You know this is wrong, peach?” He cups your face, thumbs tracing your cheeks, dipping near your lips
“It’s not wrong, Dad. No one’s ever said it is… Isn’t this how dads show love to their daughters? I thought you’d show me”
Joel’s thoughts scatter his blood’s already pooled south, cock throbbing, and all he can focus on is those tits straining your shirt
When did you stop wearing a bra?
His little girl, begging him to prove his love
And God, he does, fierce and endless
It can’t be that wrong, right? He’d just ease your ache… not fuck you, not really
Just help his baby feel better, How could that be bad?
Especially when she’s pleading, When he knows no other man would treat his princess half as good
Yeah, This is right, He’ll make it so good, every tear and beg will feel worth it
Your fingers drift to the next button on your shirt, but your eyes stay locked on his
He watches, breath hitching as you pop the first one open
Joel inhales sharp, Then the next, and he’s done for, dead man walking
“You want Daddy to show you how much he loves you? Hmm?” His voice drops rough, eyes gone dark, wolfish, pinning you like prey
“Please, Daddy” You nod, pouting, begging all over again
“Come here” He shifts back on the bed, patting his thigh “Show me how you do it with Mr. Peanut.”
You feel tiny, cheeks burning, but you crawl into his lap anyway, straddling one thick thigh.
There’s a spark in his eyes you’ve never seen dark, hungry, Anyone else would swear he’s about to flip you over, take what he wants
But not Daddy. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of that pussy, you’ll never ditch pizza night or cartoon marathons again
“Show me, little girl, Show Daddy how you ride your teddy”
You barely register it before his big, strong hands grip your hips, grinding your core down hard against his thigh
“Like that, peach? That how you do it, thinking of Dad?” he growls low
The words stick in your throat just a whine slips out, hips bucking on instinct
“Hey! look at me. Eyes on your father” His grip tightens
“Didn’t you beg for this? For Daddy to show his love? Then watch”
He doesn’t let up, guiding your hips with brutal precision, killing you slow
“You wanted this, Now be a big girl, tell Daddy exactly how you do it”
You try, words fumbling
“I-I…”
“I said be good. Tell me.”
“Daddy, I—”
“Now!”
His thigh flexes under you, grinding deeper, and you can’t look away from those eyes devouring you
“I-I… I wait for your special kisses, and then I… I strip down and ride Mr. Peanut…”
Sloppy moans spill as you rock against him
He stills you sudden, gaze dropping to your shirt
He thinks it over for half a beat then rips it open
“Daddy—”
“Shh” He breathes it, staring at your tits like they’re heaven
Hard peaks begging, skin glowing
Better than any fantasy—full and bouncy, a shade that could end him
You’re perfection, the kind Joel never earned
“Shit, peach…” He mutters it before his mouth crashes down, hot tongue swirling a nipple
“Daddy!” You arch
“Dad, please… don’t stop” The hands bossing you? You don’t need ‘em now you grind like your life’s on the line
His hands roam up, beard scraping your sensitive skin, rough and perfect
“My beautiful baby… so good on Daddy’s thigh” He pulls back, hunting your face
“Eyes on me while you ride, peach”
“Daddy, I can’t—it’s too much,” you whimper
“Shh, you’re my big girl, yeah? You can do this for me, Cum on Daddy’s thigh? Like you do on that bear?”
“I… I—”
“Such a strong girl… You wanna cum on Daddy? Like with your teddy? Tell me you want it”
“I want it, Daddy—I want—”
“What do you want, peach? Say it”
“I want your cock inside me… I want—fuck” Heat floods you, hips wild, chasing that edge
“I want Daddy to use me…”
His mouth dives back to your tits, sucking like it’s salvation
“Daddy, I’m—” You break
“That’s it.. Daddy’s princess gonna cum?”
“Yes— fuck —Dad, I’m-“.
You shatter, pussy clenching, nails digging into his neck as waves crash
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, So good… You were perfect I’m so proud” He crushes you close, holding on like you’ll vanish
“Daddy, I love you,” you whisper, voice cracking “Daddy loves you too, peach”
Nicola notes; english isn’t my first language and this text wasn’t originally written in english, so sorry for any translation mistakes.this was actually something i wrote for my therapist and then decided to post lol, hope u like it. and happy kinktober for who celebrate!!
sumarry: after a nightmare, daddy's little girl runs to his bed and gives daddy a little helping hand.
TW: dead dove: do not eat, +18, Incest (father/ daughter), oral, masturbation, dirty talk, no outbreak, Power imbalance, coercion, Dubcon, Grooming elements, Emotional manipulation, Dark fic, taboo content, Not suitable for minors!!, Fictional content only does not reflect real-life views or desires.
all characters are adults and consensual!
A/N: this text is purely fictional and i do NOT agree with ANY of the things described here! if you read the warnings, you already know the themes and what this is about so read at your own risk. you're responsible for what you consume. don't like it? don't read it!
It’s only been a few days since that night when Daddy helped you with the ache between your legs, only a few days since he learned the whole truth. But for Joel Miller, those days have been a whirlwind of relief and tension.
He couldn’t be happier that his little princess was back to her normal self, that nothing was hurting her precious heart anymore, that pizza nights were back, and that he could pick you up in his truck every day. Days where you’d curl up in his bed, marathoning cartoons, and he couldn’t feel more relieved to give you those special goodnight kisses every single night.
But it’s also been a few days since Daddy can’t stop being haunted by the image of his little girl grinding on his thigh. Days where the memory of your breasts bouncing while you whimpered and cried at the same time torments him. It’s like every time he closes his eyes, he can feel the sensation of sucking on your perfect breasts all over again. And God is his witness
He knows how much Joel dreams about it.
He feels like a teenager again. Even the sound of water hitting the shower floor reminds him of your confession about humping your teddy bear. Joel is a good man, an honest and upright man, and that’s what he’s determined to stay! He hasn’t done anything except jerk off twice a day to ease the ache of that perfect night’s memory.
Joel is certain you’ll never talk about that night, that it’s buried under a rock. After all, he didn’t do anything wrong, did he? He only helped his poor baby feel better, helped take away your pain. He wouldn’t fuck you, even if he dreams about it every single day, right?
That’s what your dad tries to convince himself of every night since that day. And here he is, another sleepless night, lying awake in bed. The Texas heat is agonizing, but not nearly as much as his imagination. Imagining what he’d do to you if you were here right now, he almost feels sorry for you. Joel knows he’d never hurt his little princess, but God, he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he saw your poor, virgin pussy bare.
His wandering thoughts last long enough for a soft knock on his door to snap him out of it.
“Daddy?” you whisper, your voice trembling with fear as you crack the door open.
Joel can’t help but leap out of bed, his blood boiling with worry. “Yes, peach? Everything okay, little girl?”
He watches as you slowly step inside, the streetlight spilling through the window and lighting up your face, revealing hot, heavy tears streaming down your cheeks.
“I had a nightmare,” you whimper, small sobs escaping your lips as you climb onto Joel’s tall bed. He’s quick to move closer to you.
“My poor little girl, come here, tell me what happened,” he says, pulling you to lie beside him.
You crawl right into his chest, lying on your back. “I dreamed about Mommy,” you sniffle softly, and Joel’s chest tightens.
He knows you’re aware of everything that happened, but it still breaks his heart to see that he can never erase that scar from his little girl. Joel feels your small, trembling body curling into his, as if the whole world might collapse if he doesn’t wrap you in those strong, calloused arms, hardened by years of hard work and sleepless nights protecting you.
His big hand slowly traces down your back, drawing gentle circles on the thin nightgown you wear to bed—the one he bought last year, thinking it was innocent, but now feels like the world’s greatest temptation.
“Shh, peach, it’s okay, babe. You’re with me, you’re with Daddy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got Daddy. You’ll always have me. I’ll never leave you alone, you hear me? Never.”
“I… I dreamed she took me away, Daddy. That she said I was a mistake, that you didn’t want me anymore because… because…” You can’t finish, the words breaking into sobs.
“Listen to me, peach, I love you more than anything! No one will ever take you from me,” he says, holding you tighter from behind.
You cling to the blankets, gripping them hard. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, Daddy,” you whisper softly.
Joel’s heart clenches again. He wants you more than anything. But he’s still a good man—he can’t do this to his baby. He can’t cross that line, can’t give in to this.
“I do want you, peach… but we—” he sighs, “I can’t do this to you, little girl. I can’t confuse you like that…”
“But Daddy—” you try to protest, but he cuts you off.
“No buts, peach! This is wrong! Daddies can’t do that with their little girls!”
You don’t argue, too scared of losing Daddy or someone pulling you away from him. Joel can only hear your soft whimpers of crying.
God, it hurts him to break his princess’s heart like this! Especially when he wants to give you everything—more than you could probably handle. But Daddy feels the need to hold you even tighter by the waist, your strawberry scented hair filling his senses. He can only sigh.
His cock is so hard against your back, he knows you can feel it through his pajama pants. It’s impossible to hide, and with your scent… God, he doesn’t want to hide it.
Joel doesn’t say anything, doesn’t respond. He’s too weak, too surrendered, too lost to react. You’ve already won this.
His big hands start gripping your waist more firmly, wandering between your hips. No words are needed—you understand just from his heavy, faltering breaths.
But Daddy’s hands don’t stay just at your waist or hips. Now they move deeper, more intense, over your nightgown. They slide down to your ass, covered only by a thin scrap of fabric that barely conceals you.
You don’t say anything, too afraid that if you speak, Daddy will stop touching you. Joel’s hands don’t stop, exploring every inch of your body over the thin fabric, gathering the courage to go further.
And when that courage finally comes, he’s at the hem of your nightgown, pressing special kisses to your shoulder as you sigh. He pulls the already-short nightgown up just enough to expose your ass, bunching the fabric at your waist.
His trembling hands pause when he realizes. “Peach, where’s your panties?”
“Daddy…” you sigh, your voice laced with fear, “it was… too hot, Daddy.”
Joel lets out a deep breath, knowing right then he’s completely lost.
His thick fingers part your folds, already slick and impossible not to want to break. Joel starts tracing small circles around the tight rim of your entrance, so perfect, so tiny.
He wishes he could turn on the light, lean down, and just stare, savoring the sight for hours. You’re so soft, so slick, so smooth.
His fingers move up again, his thumb now circling your sensitive little bud, so gentle and just enough to make you shudder against his hand. Joel promised himself this would be it that he’d only take away your pain, that he wouldn’t cross this line.
But that line’s already been shattered.
Daddy flips you onto your back in one swift motion.
“W-What—” you whisper softly.
“Shh, Daddy just wants to show you something, peach… Be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay? Hmm? Can you do that for Daddy, peach? Stay quiet for me?”
Joel whispers as he kneels between your legs, holding them not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep you still.
“I-I can, Daddy,” you murmur.
When Joel catches a glimpse of your glistening mound, so wet, so perfect… he can’t hold back, not even with his little girl. He doesn’t even take the time to spread your pussy with his fingers
his mouth dives right in, latching onto your folds with a hunger he’s never felt for any woman in his life.
Just running his tongue over your clit and entrance isn’t enough. He sucks your entire pussy, not letting a single drop go to waste. He can’t focus on anything else, only hearing your moans that border on screams as your hips buck.
He has to use his hands to hold your hips down against his mouth even harder. He’s not letting this orgasm slip away
he needs to give this to his princess.
You’re moaning so loud you’ll probably be hoarse tomorrow, never having felt such a tidal wave of pleasure. All you’ve known are pillows and teddy bears you’ve humped, but having your Daddy between your legs with a strength and hunger that could burn you alive? This is more than your fragile little body can handle.
It takes less than two minutes for the orgasm to snap through your spine, your body arching like a cat’s as Daddy doesn’t let your poor pussy escape that intensity. His beard scrapes against your thighs and folds.
As soon as you stop convulsing on his tongue, Joel pulls back slowly, giving your small body time to process everything you just went through.
“Shh, it’s okay, peach, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, pressing sloppy kisses to your thighs and tummy, moving up to hold you. “It’s okay… it’s over, Daddy’s here.”
Soft tears fall gently down your cheeks, not from pain or sadness, but from an emotion you can’t quite control. You cling to him, still processing.
“Daddy?” you mumble softly.
“Yes, peach?”
“I—” you swallow hard, “I wanna help you too.”
Joel feels his legs tremble. He swore he wouldn’t cross this line, but with your little red nose from crying, your lips bitten raw from moaning… how could he say no?
“Please, Daddy,” you repeat when his silence lingers.
“You wanna help Daddy’s ache,babe? Hmm? You think you can handle it?”
“Yes, Daddy, please… I-I’m a big girl,” you say.
You’re no longer lying down but sitting up on the bed, pulling your nightgown over your head, leaving your breasts exposed in the heat.
Joel swears he’s died and gone to heaven because this has to be the purest, most perfect sight he’ll ever see in his life. He leans up just enough to latch onto your perfect breasts again. God, he can’t resist their perfect weight so firm yet so ripe, so heavy.
Your bold hand darts to Daddy’s hard cock, trying to get a reaction.
“Peach…” he groans.
“I’m a big girl now, Daddy,” you say as he sucks on your breasts again.
“You are, aren’t you?” he murmurs between one suck and another. “But let’s go slow… I don’t wanna hurt you…”
He presses a kiss to your nipple before pulling you closer, taking your hand and guiding it back to his cock.
“Can you do this for Daddy, peach?”
You nod eagerly, and that’s enough for Daddy to free his cock, not taking off his clothes, just making enough room for you to hold it.
Your eyes fall on his member you’ve never seen anything like it. Even if you could’ve dreamed or imagined, you wouldn’t have pictured Daddy being… like this. The head so prominent, the length so long… so thick… the veins practically bursting, all glistening with pre-cum.
Your stomach twists with a pang of fear. Your wide eyes give it away, and Daddy notices.
“It’s okay, babe,” he presses a kiss to your temple. “Just give me your hand.”
He guides your hand to his mouth, letting you wet it with your spit. He shows you the motions, teaching you how to stroke his thickness. Your small, delicate hands can barely handle the movements.
“Like this, Daddy?” you whimper.
“That’s it, princess, just like that. You’re being so good for Daddy.”
You work the tip, your hands unable to cover his full length, and it makes you drool. You don’t bother hiding it when you bring your mouth closer to Daddy’s cock, letting all your spit and drool flood your hand and his length.
“Oh my—fuck—God, peach…”
Your movements get faster, stronger, more intense. Daddy’s groans fill the room, making you wet all over again. It’s like he’s savoring every second, like he might die in the next minute.
“That’s it, princess, keep going for Daddy, sweetheart,” he groans again.
Your little hands work together now, milking him, your breasts bouncing so brightly, lit up by the streetlight. You feel the veins throbbing, like he’s about to explode.
“It’s so pretty, Daddy,” you say.
“Oh, sweetie… fuck, peach! I’m gonna—”
The groan he lets out now is different, like something he’s been holding back his entire life. Thick, hot, white ropes burst from your little hands, the seed you came from spilling so forcefully, so thick, that even your breasts are coated in the beautiful white liquid.
“Oh my God, peach,” he pulls your head close, pressing a long kiss to your temple.
You pull your hands back, tugging the blanket between you.
“Did I do good, Daddy?”
Joel gives you a long look, seeing your perfect breasts covered in his own seed, the seed you came from.
“You were perfect, babe.”
Nicola notes: can't believe something that came straight from my therapy ended up getting so many sweet messages, so here's part 2 hehe i kinda love admitting this turned into a series, it makes me really excited! if you liked it pls leave some feedback! love u all peaches!!
(!! english isn't my first language and this text wasn't originally written in english, so sorry for any mistakes!!)
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