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Passionate Pride

Chapter 3: Findings and Feelings

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Chinzee and Takara are some of the most infamous adventurers in the land. They're barely worth the trouble of keeping around. Most people would rather just get them out of town before someone's building gets destroyed in one of their epic fights.

After blowing all of their money on companionship after striking it rich, the pair are as desperate for work as the local authorities are to get them out of town.

During a delve into the Underdark's caves, the pair have discovered evidence of a significant threat to the surface. Unfortunately for them, in the process of doing so, they triggered a magical trap, and have had their minds swapped.

By StripedKittyScribe

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Takara-in-Chinzee closed their eyes, took in a deep breath, and felt the shift of those damn tits. They shouldn't be there. Not from their perspective. Tits belonged on women, or in Takara's hands while Takara was mounting them and reminding them what it felt like to have a lion's dick reduce them to a quivering mess of moaning bliss.

Tits most certainly shouldn't be attached to Takara's body.

And yet, thanks to that fucking idiot, the one that was in Takara's rightful body, there they were. All round and soft and sensitive and throwing Takara's balance off. To say nothing of wider hips and narrower waist and everything else. The lack of Takara's mane still felt eerie. "Let's go. I'm not sitting here for another hour waiting for you to finish fondling my dick. We have to get out of here and get this fixed."

A door across the room opened and Takara-in-Chinzee watched his body come out of it. The sight alone was enough to give both of the people vertigo, watching someone else move their bodies around so clumsily.

Under the best of circumstances, Takara was 'coordinated'. The big lion could move through a crowded space without knocking things over, even when in full armor. Footsteps were heavy, but surely-placed. Arms were kept tight toward the chest, swinging barely enough for natural counterweight.

Chinzee, on the other hand, showy bitch that she was, moved expansively. Wide gestures, long strides that strutted and showed off either a round ass or long legs or whatever she wanted to achieve her desired effect. While Takara moved through people like a stone block through water, Chinzee slipped through crowds like a wraith.

Takara-in-Chinzee watched as the big male form bumped into a chair and table, snarling at the inanimate objects.

Chinzee-in-Takara watched as the smaller female figure squirmed around in the traveling clothes like someone had poured acid down their legs.

"You look like shit."

Both said it. Both were right. Neither looked like they'd managed to get more than an hour of sleep in the alien-to-them bodies. Both of them looked away from the other's gaze.

Both of their eyes widened and snapped back to their rightful bodies.

The far more obvious oddity was on Takara's form. Traveling clothes were simple enough to deal with. It wasn't like some noble woman's dress that required stays and shifts and ties and corsets. Pants. Boots. Shirt. Belt. Simple. For just a moment, Takara-in-Chinzee thought that the oddity was seeing the second belt around the blocky hips. Not just their normal traveling gear stuffed into various bags of holding that the big male carried, but Chinzee's belt of lashes and tools.

But no, while the second belt did draw Takara-in-Chinzee's eye to that portion of his anatomy, what finally resolved itself was that for some damn reason, Chinzee had stuffed some sort of extra cloth or material or padding or... or something down the front of the traveling clothes.

Takara had no need to proclaim that his dick was biggest. It wasn't, but that was only because stallions and bulls existed. Takara's cock was plenty big enough to split any woman's legs and make her more than just a little pleased with the attention. He had many faults, but lack of bedroom skill wasn't among them.

What that lunatic had done was obvious. Why, not so much. "You made me look like I have Swamp Swell, exclusively between my legs!"

Chinzee-in-Takara's jaw dropped, working a few times as they chewed on the words that formed, then flooded away only to be replaced by new ones that died before reaching their lips. The big hand that normally held a greatsword motioned toward her rightful body. "YOU have no room to talk, did you cut my tits off?"

Takara-in-Chinzee snarled, stepping forward (moving the wrong distance with each step) as their own hand stabbed out in accusation. "No, I just wrapped them down so they wouldn't get in my damn way! At least I didn't look like I was trying to inflate them so they were hitting my knees!"

*

The travel back to the surface was both without peace (neither would let the other have the last word) and without external incident (they had just cleared the path the day prior). The more that they moved, it seemed the louder the argument got.

Neither of them had access to any sort of transportation spells, nor did they have the capability of getting mounts. Not that either were willing to risk attempting to ride. Takara-in-Chinzee had learned to deal with the body they were in for the most part, but if Chinzee-in-Takara had even suggested trying to ride, it would have required the risk of sitting on something that they had no desire to hurt.

Neither of them were willing to spend a night in town, due to the shame it would bring them. They knew, at some level, that the 'Prideful Pair' already suffered from a reputation that wasn't generally well-liked. Well-regarded, at least in terms of skills, but not liked. Somewhere between "they're a bitch/son of a bitch, but at least they're our bitch/son of a bitch" and "there's not a better-skilled or equipped pair, true, but if I have to talk to them for one more minute I'll put a price on their heads".

Thus, isolated, screaming at each other constantly, and unwilling to reach out for help to anyone but the target of this short journey, what should have been a one-day trip turned into two. The pair made it to the tower, and Takara-in-Chinzee pounded on the door.

The door was opened by someone that would normally have made even Takara's eyes fall out of his head in lust. He had no idea what species of skunk smaller female was, something exotic and golden-furred, and with a figure that would put ancient fertility goddesses to shame or envy. Or perhaps not fertility, as much as sexual excess. Takara-in-Chinzee's instant impression was that she might not have tits larger than his head, but only because of the mane adding volume.

The stunning face looked up and beamed a radiant smile. "Chinzee! Mistress will be so pleased to see you. And you as well, Takara!" The skunk stepped to the side, her gauzy silks fluttering in the air as she moved. They concealed her the way that a light cloud cover conceals the sky; partially, and doing more to highlight what it covers than obscure it. She had obvious jewelry on all over, and in just about everything that could be pierced; nipples, ears, tongue, eyebrows, labia, clit, even several in her lush tail. The whole outfit was something that had no purpose other than to drive anyone who looked at it wild with distraction.

Chinzee-in-Takara wasn't quite hit with the same mental distraction, though the front of their pants started to quickly swell. "Do we know you?"

Shutting the door behind the lions, the skunk laughed. "Oh, goodness, I forgot, this is a new form. It's me, Premay." She twirled around on one foot. "Isn't this new body delightful? Mistress gave it to me for my birthday this year!"

Both of the lions recoiled at the revelation as if punched.

Premay laughed again, bouncing around from one foot to the other. "I know, it's a lot, but... well, you do know how Mistress likes her lovers."

A voice came from the stairway. "Don't lay this on me, Premay. I was perfectly willing to stop with just giving you a female figure. You're the one that kept whining for me to go further and further." A lush snow leopard female was coming down the staircase.

Premay was built like someone had thrown all of the normal mortal limitations aside and focused on nothing but what aroused. The woman coming from the upper levels was built like someone who had naturally grown into the curves she had. Somewhere between 'plump' and just soft, due to the thick coat of fur.

Premay giggled and bounded over to her 'Mistress', wrapping her arms around the larger(?) woman and kissing at her throat. "You enjoy it, regardless."

The sorceress sighed, indulging and allowing the overly affectionate touch by settling her arms around the other woman's hips. "I enjoy that you enjoy it."

Takara-in-Chinzee finally found their voice. "Premay? As in, the apprentice? As in, the stallion apprentice?" They held a hand about six feet off the ground. "This tall, brown coat, white star on the nose?"

Auria Drabek nodded. "The same." She looked over the head of the attention-giving smaller skunk. Then her eyes narrowed. Pushing Premay gently aside, she came further down the stairs, her full robes brushing against the staircase as she moved. With each step down, she started to weave layer upon layer of magic. The more that she moved, either her fingers or her feet toward the two lions, the more she frowned. "What in the name of the Craft have you two done to yourselves?"

*

Chinzee-in-Takara was sitting on a chair, big hands folded together, shoulders hunched forward. One of the reasons that they came to Auria was that they'd done work for her before, and the sorceress had a reputation for being both powerful, and discrete about the nature of what she was consulted on.

She was also one of the people in the world that could actually shut the pair up, because she had the power to back up her demands. Auria's question had sparked a major screaming match, which had only ended when the magess had magically silenced them both, then calmly and quietly told them both that if they kept this up, she would throw them out.

Auria's arms were crossed under her breasts, regarding the lion in front of her. "If I remove the spell from the two of you, are you going to start your petulance once more?"

Both lions shook their heads.

"Fine." She flicked her hand dismissively, breaking her magical hold. "I will call on you, one at a time." Another, hotter glare. "You will tell me exactly what happened, and you will not interrupt each other. I'm in the middle of otherwise important research and the last thing I need right now is a pair of talented but otherwise spoiled brats. I have enough of that with Premay."

She questioned the pair in front of her, pausing only long enough to thank Premay for bringing refreshments. "By the gods, this is a mess. Show me the Bluesteel and the rubbing you made of the enchantment's remnants."

The investigation and questioning took much of the rest of the day, including finding the things that she would need to know from the scene of the last fight, but neither of the lions knew or thought to find out. Auria sent Premay back to the scene with a collection of other tools after sending a report to the nobility.

Premay's magical specialty seemed to involve distances somehow. The telecommunication between the nobles happened with a level of clarity rarely seen. The skunk's transportation to, and return from the site of the 'battle' was astonishingly accurate. Most mages couldn't just teleport themselves to a location they'd never been to without a magical portal being set up, let alone an entire group of four people.

Auria stroked the apprentice's ears once before she started her investigation. "Well done. You're still compensating for your lack of focus by just pouring more mana into the spell, though. We'll have to do more training on that."

Premay giggled, and squirmed visibly. "Yes, Mistress."

When they returned and settled in for the night, Premay showed the two lions to the guest rooms, then all but danced her way upstairs for training. The fact that Auria's chambers were on the top floor of the tower did nothing to muffle the constant moans, cries, shrieks and other sounds of delight that Premay made throughout the night. Neither of the lions could say exactly how this was supposed to be 'training'.

Neither of them slept well, either.

Takara-in-Chinzee lay under the blankets, hearing the something-teenth quavering mewl of delight from above, clutching the pillow over their head. The images those impassioned cries painted in their mind got more and more elaborate, and somehow even started to include them. Takara was no stranger to the pleasures of a woman's body, he'd bedded enough that he could confidently say that he knew what he liked, and he knew what he liked doing to women.

Takara most certainly did not include in his rapidly-shrinking list of unfulfilled fantasies the act of spreading his legs for a woman to lick his pussy. But the thoughts were there. Fitful, brief snatches of sleep attacked through the night, each one bearing the most vivid dreams. The two female figures, sucking on each other's breasts, kissing, grinding against each other's thighs, scissoring, 69ing, riding the skunk's face while smooshing those monumental breasts. They didn't wake up screaming. Not after the first time.

Chinzee-in-Takara was at least as familiar with the pleasures shared among women as with those shared by men. Chinzee was absolutely an equal-opportunity lover, and was confident she was even more adventurous than that oaf Takara was. There'd been that one set of twins that turned out to have 'reversed' genitals. They claimed it was a curse-from-birth, but Chinzee had doubts. Either way, those two had been fun.

But never once had she actually fantasized about really taking things to this extreme. A toy shared between women? Delicious, and a frequent indulgence. Not throwing the skunk across the sheets and mounting her. Making a point of nailing that sweet little pussy with a real cock. Not making a point of cumming inside, promising to breed the little squealing fuckdoll. Images flashed through the night; pinning the skunk's knees to the sheets while rutting down into her, hauling back on her hair while mounting from behind, folding her legs up and fucking her from beneath while her heels kicked from the motion and the orgasms. Chinzee-in-Takara fared better than their leonine partner, in terms of rest, but only because the only time they screamed when waking up, it was in release as the stupid dick soaked the sheets.

*

Auria took the whole day to finish her research on the problem, sending Premay out several times to find or purchase items from other mages. The pair spent the day in their rooms, sulking.

Chinzee-in-Takara couldn't sing. Not with this stupid voice. If he'd done half of the exercises that she did regularly to keep her voice in shape, maybe, but it was like trying to make an infant accomplish a footrace. His mane kept interfering, and while she wouldn't have put it in these terms previously, his head was shaped differently enough that his resonance chambers were different. She couldn't even hum on key.

Takara-in-Chinzee fared slightly better, but only because the tasks needed weren't ones that required his usual level of brute force. Armor maintenance could be (mostly) accomplished in the field, assuming you had the time and tools. The big warrior kept those tools among their many belongings, and as long as whatever it was didn't require a forge, both sets of armor hadn't been in such good shape in a long time.

That didn't mean that everything was golden for the man stuck in his partner's female form. He couldn't run. Not with those stupid breasts flopping around like fish trying to bounce back into a river. And certainly not without a mane to give him the sensory input that he usually had. Takara had an almost supernatural sense of the space around him. It wasn't actually supernatural, it was simply that he'd learned to use how the air shifted through his mane, as well as how much physical resistance it had in order to tell where his head was. The first time that he'd tried to run in this new form, he'd nearly broken Chinzee's neck toppling over a leaning tree trunk after clipping the stupid maneless head on a low branch.

At the midday meal, Auria sipped her tea while Premay cuddled into the older mage's lap. Premay looked as exhausted as the lions did, but damn if she didn't have an utterly contented smile the whole day. Auria set the cup down and leaned back, trailing her fingers through Premay's lush tail. "I have good news and bad news. Unfortunately for you both, the bad news has several implications. Good news: I at least know the magical effect that you two are suffering from. It's not entirely uncommon. I have a feeling that I even know why it was placed as part of that trap. Swap the mind of the party's strategic leader with the mind of the party's scout. Ambush that scout's body, kill the leader before he can recover. Quite brilliant, frankly. Probably intended for a group of soldiers, but as you both saw, the effect was devastating to your fighting effectiveness regardless."

The snow leopard tapped Premay's muzzle with a frown. The skunk had started nuzzling and trying to take the affection far further. The chastisement got a pout from the younger sorceress, but she behaved and Auria continued. "The problem is that this is usually an effect that's triggered as part of a potion, or a ritual, not as part of an attack or trap. What that means is that there's only so much power that can be used as part of that spell, as a whole. You can throw that bolt of energy, or you can do the mind swap, but not both, and certainly not for an effect that lasted longer than the pair of you going to sleep. And you reported that you both went to bed, which meant that when you slept, the minds should have switched back on their own."

Chinzee-in-Takara leaned back in the chair, and almost toppled backward before kicking their legs out to catch under the table and prevent it. "But we're still here. Which means that either you didn't account for something, or that there's some other trick here that can be used to alter things."

Auria nodded. "Very good. Which requires less effort, lifting one end of the table a foot off the ground, or lifting the whole table a foot off of the ground? Just the one end, obviously. What about if you can't roll a boulder by hand? You get a lever. In magical terms, there are all sorts of levers that can be used, and among those are what we call conditionals. They're... complicated. Suffice it to say, this can drastically reduce the energy required, as long as the conditional fits some criteria. The more criteria, the more levers you have. They may be small, but they add up."

Takara-in-Chinzee drummed their fingers on the table. "But..." They let it hang.

Auria drew in a deep breath and let it out. "The spell was all but destroyed, and I couldn't tell you what the conditionals are. We have three options, in practical terms. First, all four of us stay here, and we hope that some breakthrough happens. Second, you allow me to... ah... examine your bodies in a way that will give me more to work with. This is enough to give us potential leads, but not guaranteed. It could be as simple as drinking a potion made from the other's blood or filtered through clippings of fur. It could be as mundane as rubbing each other with the vines and leaves of the common creeping ivy. In any event, again, results aren't guaranteed, and the examination will make you both intensely uncomfortable.

Takara-in-Chinzee growled. "I'll suffer if that's what it takes."

Premay burst into a fit of giggles. "Mistress didn't say 'suffer', she said 'uncomfortable'.

Chinzee-in-Takara growled even more deeply. "If you're hinting at what I think you're hinting at..."

Auria shrugged. "Darlings, you came to me. You knew what kind of magic I specialize in, and how that magic works. Yes, I can probably find out things, but there's no guarantee, and knowing how the two of you feel about the other, I don't doubt in the least that you're going to hate the requirements of the rituals required. And again, I don't have a guarantee of success in performing these two rituals."

Chinzee-in-Takara crossed their arms. "But the last alternative is even less appealing to you, isn't it."

Auria nodded. "It doesn't appeal to me for several reasons. Neither myself nor Premay are battle mages. Neither of you two are in top fighting shape. On the other hand, given what the various nobles have told me after Premay reported your findings, it may be the most responsible course of action, even ignoring the fact that it would let us get our hands on the spellbook of whoever set that ward."

Takara-in-Chinzee blinked. "You... you want us to go after the mage? Like this? I can't hold any kind of a battle line, nor draw attention. I can't even wear my armor like this!" They motioned toward the male figure sitting across the table. "She... he... whatever, they can't use either their music or their most effective combat tools like this. I'm not saying it would be suicide. But it would be suicide."

Auria nodded. "Unfortunately, we are likely going to need to go back to the Underdark regardless. None of the militia or armies in the area will dare approach now that they're aware of the problem with the Bluesteel, and adventurers of your caliber are few and far between, and even fewer are available at the moment. And while I think of myself as an independent mage with no legal ties to any of the noble houses, when the six most powerful sorcerers have a conclave and you're the only one who isn't doing some sort of research or enchantment dealing with the immediate problem? It makes for a rather awkward situation if you simply refuse to participate in a threat that could cause very real harm."

Auria squeezed her arms around Premay's waist, and the skunk squirmed closer. "I don't want to just throw you two into this without your agreement. And I don't think that we should leave instantly, regardless. I know that I'm certainly not prepared to go traipsing off of my leyline-situated tower. Premay has already started gathering materials, both for the rituals, and for the journey."

Chinzee-in-Takara grumbled. "You think we should do the ritual, see if we can find anything there, break the spell, and then go. And if we can't find anything, we're not really in any worse shape, and we go anyway."

Auria nodded. "I do think that's the best thing that we could do. I think that it gives us the most chances for success, and the most likely chances."

Takara-in-Chinzee stood and said, "Well let's just get this over with. I'll go first."

*

This was a mistake. This was a mistake on so many levels.

Auria's voice came from somewhere to their left. "Oh, stop squirming, we haven't even gotten to the rough part yet. And you're the one who volunteered. Look at the bright side, you get to go sleep after this."

Takara-in-Chinzee whined. They'd admit it. They'd admit that was the word. They whined. Not that they could do anything else. Not bound to this frame, naked, with runes painted onto their fur. Not with a blindfold on, or a gag in their muzzle. Why those items? Anticipating what was about to come next in the ritual would corrupt the results. Any words at all would shatter the spell. And gods forbid they struggle or pull away from something at the wrong moment.

Premay sounded off somewhere in front of them. "Mistress, I've double checked the runes and cleaned the basin twice. I think that we're as prepared as we can be."

"Very well. You know what to do." A muffled tap sounded.

Premay squealed in protest.

"And don't get distracted or carried away. I'm already having to put extra steps into this to remove your energy from the equation. None of your foolish whims, girl, or I'll make sure that you don't receive any pleasure for a month." Auria sounded somewhere between stern and annoyed.

"Yes, Mistress." Premay sounded contrite. Had they been planning on making this something more?

Takara-in-Chinzee wasn't given any time to wonder. The runes painted into the gold fur started to get warmer. All of them. The ones on major nerve centers. The ones on major erogenous zones. Their nipples got hard within a second, and the whining grew louder.

Their pussy was flush in an instant, it felt like. Arousal spiked all over their body, and for just a half an instant. Takara-in-Chinzee wondered if they'd been put into heat. That hadn't been part of the deal! They pulled, wrists and ankles, against the leather straps keeping limbs in place. It didn't make a difference, they were locked down tight. For just an instant, the thought flashed through their mind that if they were in their rightful body, they could simply rip through the material. They'd done that once before.

Takara-in-Chinzee wasn't given a chance to think about it or deal with it, because a pair of soft, full lips nuzzled up between their thighs, and started sucking on his pussy. Their pussy. Th... whatever, it was happening, and the shock made them buck forward as much as possible. The strap around their waist kept anything from going too far, but the hips knew what needed to happen to increase the pleasure, it seemed.

Premay's mouth parted, sucking and licking as skillfully as she knew how. And she knew. Oh. Oh, this little skunk knew exactly how to work a woman's body over with her muzzle. She wanted to draw it out, to play more. This was so hot to her. The formerly-male sorceress apprentice had been in a similar situation, sort of, and being freed from that had been the greatest gift in her life. Mistress Auria wasn't her 'owner'. Not like a slave or servant. But nothing made Premay happier than driving her Mistress to absolute distraction in bed. Or at the research table. Or the kitchen, or the writing desk or anywhere else.

Premay's tongue was skilled and nimble, and within a minute, she had the lion-in-a-lioness-body right on the verge of release. She was holding the silver bowl in place, ready to catch the splash of release, or to scrape the glut of honey off of the labia if the subject of this magical spell wasn't a 'gusher'.

Unfortunately for her, and for Takara-in-Chinzee, Mistress Auria wasn't ready with all of the spells just yet. Which meant that Premay had to hold Takara-in-Chinzee on the edge until all was properly set.

It took another minute, and by the time Premay heard the signal, Takara-in-Chinzee was very nearly reduced to tears. Confusion, arousal, passion, and the need to get off was all-consuming by this point. Chinzee may well never be able to walk again. The mind in that body was convinced that the toes would never uncurl correctly, and that the only reason their voice wasn't gone was that they couldn't open their muzzle to really let loose.

When Premay finally heard the correct part of the chant, she gave two deft flicks of her tongue across the lioness clit in front of her, stroking it just right.

Takara-in-Chinzee didn't need for Premay to scrape anything off of labia.

Premay did need to clean her face off before they switched subjects.

*

Chinzee-in-Takara hadn't slept. They'd been too worked up. And not sexually, or at least not just sexually. Auria had explained what the basic ritual would entail, and Chinzee was not looking forward to it. Not at all.

That was then, and this was now. There was no more 'looking forward to it' or not. There was simply how uncomfortable this made them. Auria had warned them, and that damned Takara had just bulled forward, like he always did. Committing them both to this insanity.

Committing her to getting a dick she didn't want sucked on and stroked by someone who should, if the world was in it's proper state, be feasting on Chinzee's folds. Damn that stupid lion.

Damn the fact that on some levels Takara was right. This was a reasonable attempt to fix the problem as soon as possible.

If only Chinzee didn't have to endure the skunk's tongue on a cock and ball set that shouldn't be there.

And if only it didn't feel so damn good.

Premay's interest in men was far less than in women, doubly so for males who were bulky and muscular. It was just silly compensation. At least, usually. Mistress and she had made a game out of it, early in her training. They would go to one of the adventurer's guild locations, and make predictions about the actual size of someone's endowments based on how they acted and presented themselves.

It had been, as with many things Mistress Auria did, several lessons at the same time. Magical control for being able to see through clothing to confirm the bets, of course, but also situational awareness, reading others, understanding motivations, predicting responses based on the actions of those around them. It had taught Premay many things, not the least of which was what the average male was packing.

This Takara fellow at least wasn't giving false advertising in that regard! And while if Premay were given a totally free choice with no other context, she would spend her nights in the arms of a woman rather than a man almost every time. Almost. Sometimes, she just wanted a cock. It wasn't frequent, but it wasn't unheard of either.

And having had one previously, Premay knew what usually worked. Sucking and licking and stroking. Finding those spots just on the underside of the crown or where normally hidden by sheaths. She'd felt a little bit of sympathy for Takara-in-Chinzee, but not nearly as much as she felt for Chinzee-in-Takara.

She'd been there. She'd been the woman trapped in a man's body.

So when she finally brought this one to an orgasm, she understood some of the confusion going on. She knew that it felt good, but not necessarily right.

Then again, given how much Chinzee-in-Takara was launching out of their tip, that level of 'feeling good' had to be pretty far up there.

*

The next morning, the lions looked miserable. Neither had slept a wink after the ritual.

The look on Auria's face told them the answer they'd hoped to avoid; the ritual hadn't given them the answer.

"If anything, I'm more confused than I was before." Auria had finished her breakfast and pushed the plate forward. "You told me that you went to bed. You told me that you both slept. By all rights, that should have ended it. And yet it didn't. Now, we absolutely must go after the mage's spellbook. There's got to be some thing that we're missing. Premay's packed all of the supplies that we'll need, and can at least return us to the point that you turned back from the depths. That should save us a couple of days, and returning here will be instantaneous."

The two lions just nodded. They were ready to travel. While they had been warned that the ritual wasn't guaranteed to succeed, they'd both had high hopes. Partially because Auria was the most talented body-mage in the world. But partially because both had just been that desperate for this whole ordeal to be over.

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