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~Sweet Dreams~

A/N: There really isn’t much to comment on for this chapter title. At least, it is sweet for one person having the dream, as you’ll come to find out. Voldemort did not really come about again until the fourth book, so we skipped to the beginning of that, where Harry is staying with the Dursley’s for the summer again that year. Also, this still takes place in the beginning of the fourth book, the Goblet of Fire © J.K. Rowling.

The next two years did not do anything to relieve his painful adoration of the older boy; in fact the longer they had been apart… The more it hurt. It was the worst during the summer, alone and stuck with the Dursleys’ he would lay locked in his room stuck with his own feelings to mull over.

When he had first gone here, it had been to mourn being by himself and knowing his feelings were wrong and dirty. Knowing that he had been abandoned. But then that grew and grew into something much less sweet; or less innocent at least. Harry had also gotten used to having more "physical" love in his second year and though he had thought on these moments as a child it was much vaguer than the hand holding and sweet words whispered in his ears.

But puberty had come and though Harry had not changed much on the outside… The inside began to become rather feverishly focused on these moments with Tom. He was finally old enough to completely enjoy them for what they were; utter and endless lust. Yes, he did try to force these thoughts out of his head but not very hard. Even now almost two years later he wanted to be with Tom, perhaps more so than when he was younger. He also hated him for being a complete monster; it was complicated now too

But when Harry's hands would begin to touch himself, he only thought of one person ever and always felt guilty afterward. It was worse with the dreams; they were almost real sometimes and made him change the sheets more than he wanted to. Harry did not tell anyone about any of this; it had been awkward enough around Ron after THAT. No, this was his dirty secret and he'd keep it that way or die trying.

When he was especially lonely, he would try to imagine where Tom was at that moment. He had let him escape, and Harry knew that he was still out there somewhere. This filled him with dread and joy because sometimes it was a nightmare or a wet dream when he thought about the young Voldemort coming after him again. Because, as much as Harry wanted to be back with Tom, he had not forgotten all of the awful things that had been done by his beloved’s hands. He would never forget that.

Tonight was no different; another dream of desire and the Dursleys were none the wiser about the dreams which was good because they would kill Harry if they knew. Harry dreamed that he was lying in a room filled with large windows filled with sunlight warming him and making him feel very good. Almost everything was white here, the sheets, the bed, the walls, the curtains. Pure safe and warm.

Harry stretched whimpering slightly as the sun hit his eyes. It was morning already because he could hear the birds outside of the window chirping away happily in the tree. He flopped over to hide his face in the silken sheets--It was too early. The bed was overly large and could probably fit five or six people in it, but for now there was just one adolescent boy in it moving over to the far side of the bed. This side was still warm from the other occupant who had gotten up recently and Harry was stealing what was left of it. He buried his face in the pillow enjoying the smell of the person he adored.

He dosed a little, still holding the pillow but true sleep kept eluding him--Harry kept jolting awake when he thought he heard someone coming. "I don’t see why I have to get up so early, it's a Saturday..." He grumbled, knowing that staying in here much longer would provoke Tom into making him get up. Harry sighed, still not moving from the bed.

The black-haired handsome dream Tom peeked from around a corner to observe the boy who refused to leave his bed, smiling to him and musing about the adorable little display. But sun was already filling the room completely and it was well into the morning... Well, at least for Tom it was 'late', though he was used to getting up early. He had apparently snuck off to take a shower, coming back very warm and slightly damp, a towel about his waist as he strode back into the room quietly.

Making his way over to the bed he walked over to the side of it where Harry laid, curled up against his pillow. He reached over, touching the younger boy's face gently. "Harry~ You're going to have to wake up some time~" He chimed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the Gryffindor's head.

The touch made Harry's face redden and he smiled sleepily as he looked up at his lover, immediately blushing more after seeing only the towel.

"W-Wah... But the bed is so comfortable...!" He said playfully facing away, still red in the face. Even in his dreams, Harry was still shy about seeing him practically naked.

"Did you forget your clothes?" He added, playfully tracing shapes on the sheets now. He shivered again though, wanting more kisses. "You can just come back to bed, y'know..." Lying in bed with nothing to do was nice, but if he could get Tom to come back to bed...

In this place, this Harry didn’t know about what had been done to him by Tom. There was no fear when the older boy touched him, and he still was as open to affection as before. It was a place that was based on a twelve year old boy’s day dreams of what life would be like with the person he loved, and fueled still by his older self’s new lust.

The charming man smiled to Harry before noting the blush and how he looked away so shyly. "Why yes I did, but only because I was taking a shower, you know."

He then shifted to get up on the bed as well, moving to lie down next to Harry as he relaxed, looking over to him with a smile. "And even though I just got out, you manage to charm me right back in."

Oh yes, this Tom was certainly more affectionate and gentle, dark soft eyes, as he moved to give Potter what he yearned for; more kisses. He laid on his side, touching Harry's chin gently as he caressed the other's lips with his own, his other hand playing with Harry's fingers that had wandered to the bed to idly make shapes. "You're so cute." He mumbled, smiling. So very irresistible.

If younger Harry had any inkling of what actual sex was--It probably would have been much like this scene now and not what had occurred on the Chamber of Secrets floor. It made the blood rush when he felt the other beside him in the bed now much warmer than the cold Riddle that Harry had first loved. In these dreams, whatever had been lacking in the real Tom had been fixed… Or had never been missing at all. It was childish to wish for such things at his age, Harry knew that perfectly well but it was something he couldn’t help.

When the kisses started Harry gave a little sigh, as if the tension that had been building in him was released in a single burst. There was no hint of bites to these kisses and he kissed back with no reservations. It wasn’t that he had gotten bolder as he had gotten older… But that he knew that in this place it was safe to do so.

"You...You can go if you want to." Harry said between kisses, the dreaming Harry knowing if he pulled that teasing with the other Tom it would not turn out in his favor. Becoming flirtier, he kept pulling away before the kiss could become a deep one, gently caressing the hand near his. Warm, instead of cold. He had edged closer to the Slytherin, still giggling as he still denied the wetter kisses.

Those little giggles and the playful pulling away Harry was doing just made Tom smile, finding him even cuter and wanting to pull him closer. "There's no way I can leave now that I'm trapped around this little finger." He put, jokingly referring to that old quote of 'I'm wrapped around your finger' as he picked up one of Harry's hands to kiss his fingers gently.

"O-oh..." Harry wanted to hide his face again with embarrassment after that, but didn’t. "I can’t leave either..." He finally said easing closer now pressed completely against the older boy.

He smelled very nice from the shower, but he always thought Tom smelled nice so he was biased. Even through the overly large shirt he had (stolen) gotten from Tom he could feel how warm the body against his was. Tentatively Harry kissed and licked on the crook of his neck, still lacking sexual refinement and only going on instinct since, again, it had been 2 years ago that he had been with someone. Then carefully going back up and kissing the mouth he desired now trying to coax the tongue into his mouth. Again, sleeping Harry would wake and think that this would also be something that with the other Tom would most likely get him into trouble.

When Riddle felt that smaller frame press up flush against him he let out a breath that he had apparently been holding before the other boy's licking and kissing along his neck distracted him further. He leaned his head a bit away, enjoying the affection down along his neck as he moved his hand down along Harry's body, feeling and savoring the skin underneath his fingertips. When their lips joined again it was to form needy kisses, obviously the other boy trying to coax him out and lead along. He decided to give in and let the boy have that, parting his lips to let their tongues twirl around each other, however, his hands moved down further and around to grip at the Gryffindor's cheeks in each hand, pulling him in even closer as they kissed and he fondled Harry. A leg also managed to worm its way up and in between the other boy's legs, now gripping his ass with his hands and making Potter rub up against the leg during their kisses, building up heat.

As he was pulled closer and fondled Harry he let out a weak moan, his mouth still hungrily accepting the pleasure it was given. He was quickly degenerating into just lust and desire now, something that had never quite happened so easily when he was twelve--If at all in these situations. His younger self had more restraint and had pushed Tom away in the bath. Harry figured that if he had been so naïve about Tom now, he would have given in at the word go. The leg between his thighs spurred him on, and he kept moaning between or during kisses that mimicked what they wanted to do. Harry squeezed the leg between his own whimpering and rubbing against it as in time as he could. "Mm~ M-More... Do it more..." He found himself saying, his own hands on Tom's waist as if trying to get him to move more.

Tom began to pant a bit against Harry's lips in between all of the kisses, beginning to move a bit faster until finally he had enough. He gently forced the boy onto his back on the bed, leaning over him as he continued to kiss those begging lips before trailing down along his chin, neck... The Slytherin was blocked a bit by the shirt Harry had taken from him to wear, though, he barely paid any attention to it as he continued to kiss downward, now separated by fabric. His hands felt down along the other boy's small and thin frame, along his waist, hips, legs... Oh the other boy's skin was so soft and such a lewd temptation for him.

Being pushed back onto the bed made Harry's stomach flip a little bit. As much as he denied that part of himself… He still got off to aggression as much as gentle but he preferred the latter. When the kisses trailed away from his mouth he closed his eyes completely, enjoying every sensation against his skin. He did not want the shirt to be there anymore, not caring about being naked and only wanting more of what he was given. As he was felt up, Harry twisted his fingers into the sheets under them gently, beginning to rock as the kisses were placed on the inside of his legs.

Riddle settled himself down in between Potter's legs, leaning forward to place soft kisses on the dark haired boy's inner thighs, ghosting up and along the leg until he was forced to finally venture underneath that fabric that had barricaded him from the warm skin he wanted beforehand. His hands snaked underneath that shirt only to find that the boy's skin was not interrupted by any more fabric, completely naked underneath that shirt he borrowed. A smile then tugged at Tom's lips as he pulled the shirt up, leaning down to place soft kisses to that needy erection that was no longer hidden from view.

Harry's voice broke multiple times between the kisses and the hand now teasing his bare skin. Any shame he had left instantly as the kisses began on his needy organ and he began to mewl in earnest. His fingers and toes were twisting very tightly into the sheet now; he felt blissful. Harry would whimper encouragement as much as he could between his heavy breathing; it was hard to focus on anything but just making more noise and turning his head side to side.

Taking those lovely mewls, pants, and whimpers that begged for more, Tom did not hesitate to give the boy what he so wonderfully asked for.

Licking up along the length, the Slytherin licked the very head of the erection before he smiled and blew a bit of air onto it, just to tease a little, before giving in fully so that the Gryffindor underneath him had to wait no longer. Parting his lips, he took in the member, slowly at first, and took his time in sucking the younger boy off. He wanted to do it just right, hit all the right spots, and really get Harry panting hard.

It felt unreal now, and Harry now understood what Tom had initially been trying to get him to do when they played with chocolate. Honestly, Harry didn’t blame him for it since it felt so good, though he probably wouldn’t have been any good at it. His organ was caught in a sweet warm trap that he had no intention of escaping any time soon. Harry arched as he was played with, trying not to start bucking for more.

At this point he was putty in the older boy’s hands willing to do or say anything for more. He wasn’t able to talk now, as heat kept building inside him forcing him to spread his thighs wider than ever. It was obvious from his movements and noises that much more of this would push him completely over the edge.

Riddle very much enjoyed seeing the other boy just lose himself in his efforts on him, taking pleasure in happily giving Harry more. His hands stroked and touched along the soft and warm skin of the Gryffindor's hips and legs as he continued to suck him, hallowing out his cheeks and working effortlessly to take the boy in deeper or use his tongue just right. He even used his teeth a little, softly dragging them up along the length as he stared up to Harry with a lusty expression, his fingers squeezing the soft skin of Potter's thighs, encouraging him to hit that exhilarating tipping point he was aiming to get the Gryffindor to.

Every time Harry kept thinking it could not feel better it did, thought his mind kept reveling in it, his body was reaching its limit. Weakly, helplessly, he began to whimper Tom's name as if this would make the heat lessen, but it did the opposite and the pace became faster. He kept trying not to glance down to his hips because it made him feel even hotter. But when Harry glanced down to Tom anyways and saw the expression, he cried his name louder than ever and shut his eyes again.

"Ah--Wai--Tom---!" He broke a few moments later his body unable to handle, and unused to such treatment. He forgot about everything again and was unsure how long he had been working down from orgasm. His voice was sore from yelling though, and the heat between his legs had diminished quite a bit. Now he was practically purring with satisfaction, still into it enough to caress his own skin and twist on the sheets without really caring how he looked.

The elder boy did not release Harry until he had eagerly swallowed every last drop from the boy, finally pulling away to lick his lips and gaze upon the satisfied body in front of him. The way that the Gryffindor moved for only his eyes, twisting like that and caressing himself as he worked the heat out of his system... It made his own arousal ache in want and need, shifting so that he could lean over that pleased boy and touch him, hold him, and caress him himself.

Tom kissed those lips, a smile on his face whenever he pulled away to place kisses along the other boy's ear, neck, and shoulder. Again, his hands were on the move. They moved from holding the seeker's face and trailed down, again playing along the shirt, resting on those hips for a few moments, and then moved onto Harry's ass as he gripped him again. He moved his own hips, pressing flush against Potter, the towel somehow still clinging on to dear life onto his waist, having not fallen off yet. You could still tell through the fabric of the towel, however, that Harry was not the only one excited and looking for affection.

"May we continue, Harry?" Riddle breathed into the younger boy's ear, huskily. Oh he longed for that sweet and hot body twisting underneath him.

He moaned softly for the kisses, liking the attention to him. Harry smiled as the hands caressed him, feeling sluggish and drowsy… Right up until he felt what was pressing against his bottom. He gave a soft cry, blood beginning to pump again the excitement rising in his chest. The lustful voice in his ear only spurred him on; Harry was still quite young and hormonal so he was able to come back from being eaten quite fast.

"Ahn... Yeah. I want to..." Harry said pressing gently against what was trying to get inside as he spoke. It was a dream, so he was much bolder about his desire than outside of dreaming. Some strange primal part of him liked the feeling of being claimed; it made him feel quite frisky. Or at least in the dream it did, outside Harry was still very cautious about sex since his first and only experience had been partial rape. Partial because it made him get off and that he still called his rapist’s name when he did.

There was hardly any doubt left in Tom's mind that they should stop or cease moving this onward, especially with Harry so boldly wanting more. But his body language alone was enough to tell Tom at least that much.

Shifting, he moved a hand back up to suck on a few digits before moving them back down along the Gryffindor's body to prep him. He was very much affectionate and caring, not even questioning about skipping this step at all. However, he did distract the boy by kissing him more, rubbing their bodies against one another as his fingers worked on loosening up that tight little hot entrance.

It was... An odd feeling being opened like this, though, not unpleasant. However the longer they kissed and the more the fingers worked him open, the better it felt. It was completely different from... From then.

Harry started to feel hot again, gently wrapping his arms around Tom's shoulders as he became more and more used to the sensation between his legs. He rocked against the fingers gingerly, still kissing the older boy but a little excited about the "new" feeling. "Ah… That feels good..." He whimpered, voice heavy with desire and face flushed again. "Feels really good..." He continued, laying back on the bed still holding onto Tom, getting into it.

The Slytherin smiled to the other boy at his reaction to being prepped. The curious boy was so unbelievably sexy to Tom taking in the newfound gentle touch and actually beginning to ride his fingers... It was all sending him over the edge yet Riddle remained calm and affectionate as before. Never forcing or being rough at this point. No, never. However, when he did feel that the time was right and that Potter had experienced the fingers stretching him long enough, he pulled them out and away.

"Good~ This will only feel better." He nearly purred as he kissed Harry again, moving his hands to pull his towel away, before positioning himself against the younger boy's entrance. He did not push in so roughly and unexpected at all. He was slow, careful, and deliberate. It was obvious he wanted the Gryffindor to feel just as good as he did, if not, even better, and was doing his best to ensure just that.

He had been a little sad to feel the fingers go, but if Tom had not pulled them away he probably used them to get off again. Still, the kissing and the hot skin pressed against his backside kept him from complaining. As he felt it slide inside Harry gave a soft cry, but laid still, as still as he could as the rest of Tom slipped into him. It was difficult to not start moving; the sensation of being pierced was the best thing so far. True, it was a little difficult to accommodate since this was only his second time ever having sex, (But this is a dream) but the pleasure building in him forced him to ignore it. Harry had to take short rapid breaths to keep calm. When it was all in, he was savored the feeling of being completely filled.

Tom made sure to take it easy with Harry but at the same time he did not want to go too slow in case of boring him or himself. Of course it was difficult not to just take advantage of the begging body underneath, but Riddle remained the same gentleman he had been all up until that point and he intended on keeping it that way.

He began to move as he kissed the back of the other boy's neck, his hands exploring the small frame underneath him, acting as if he was something to be cherished and savored. But, even the best of flavors couldn't wait for their lusty appetites as the Slytherin began to build up a pace once Harry seemed ready enough to take more. It wasn't long at all, considering this was mostly a dream after all, that they already had the mattress underneath them rocking a bit, the sounds of panting and moans filling the air from Tom. He murmured the other boy's name into his ear huskily, nipping at it gently and leaving tender little love bites on Harry. Not so much as to claim him, be more dominant, aggressive, or so on but more so out of mere affection and the heat of the moment.

It was absolutely nothing like his first time, which was the point. Unlike the Tom that had taken his virginity, this Tom made sure to keep Harry involved too. He made sure to ease him into the act, and not treat him like some sex toy he could abuse with no repercussions. No, the idealized Tom treated him kindly and gently which was all Harry had ever required.

And yet when he was awake... Even then... He wanted to be with the real one.

After the first few thrusts, Harry had turned around and wrapped both his legs and arms around the older boy enjoying the closeness and the sensations that were beginning to eat away at him. It was if he was trying to keep him from escaping, from leaving him alone. Harry tried his best to move along with him, but again, consensual sex was a mystery to him so he was a little clumsy.

When his good spot had been hit he let out a little strangled cry, and that spot was soon the being gently abused for more noise. Despite his best efforts he scratched Tom's back in his delirious heat and was unwillingly reminded of what had occurred his first time. In his terror of what had been happening Harry had slapped at Tom's back at that time, trying to get him to stop and had been slammed so hard into the ground he had seen stars.

But that was the glory of dreams, because this Tom would always be gentle and kind to him. He moaned and encouraged breathlessly, leaning into the bites as they both began to keen together movements more erratic than before harsher. The heat from the other's ragged breath spurring Harry to move faster, not only pleased that he felt so good but pleased he could make the person he loved feel just as good.

The dream Tom indeed was gentle. He even ignored the scratches to his back, only paying attention to the pleasure and heat building between them. When Harry wrapped his arms and legs around him he felt even closer than before, moving to wrap his own arms around the boy in an attempt to get even more closer than physically possible. He then moved to sit up, holding Potter against him as his hands worked to hold onto the Gryffindor while he helped to move him up and down upon his cock.

At first, Harry was confused to as to what was going on as he was lifted up so far he knew they hadn’t ever... Tried this before. The new sensation made him melt a little, not only was he being moved by the older boy but gravity was forcing him to take it all in when he went down. "Nna... I can’t..." Harry couldn’t move on his own anymore, allowing himself to be guided along and used as their pace grew faster.

He could feel the tension building in his stomach, knowing it wouldn't be too much longer before it'd be boiling over and with his member throbbing the way it was while he moved to thrust faster and harder, holding Harry all the while. Riddle panted hard, calling out the other boy's name in sweet little murmurs while he kept trying to bring them both to their breaking point together. The friction and heat was proving to be too much for the older man though, only giving a few more thrusts as he moved the seeker against him before he buried himself deeply within Harry and came, moaning out the boy's name in sweet, overwhelming pleasure.

"Please... Ah! I want to..." Harry shivered and broke off into incomprehensible cries again. He had to lean against Tom to keep going, as he thought he might faint soon. The thrusts and the calling of his own name was enough to make Harry melt along with him. As he arched and declared his love over and over even as he wound down, feeling his sticky seed covering his front... And a now familiar wet between his legs, inside of him.

"You love me don’t you? You do... Please I love you..." He was a little delirious from how good it felt, and needed that reassurance. Harry gasped licking the sweat from the other. "Please say it to me..." They still rocked together into the afterglow, still easing out from their climax.

Riddle kissed the boy all over the neck, collar bone, shoulder, and anywhere he could reach as they kept close together, wrapped up each other's warmth. Tom didn't let go of the Gryffindor, quite liking the feeling of the sticky fluid between them, gluing their bodies together somewhat, as well as the warmth wrapped around him.

The declarations of love and cries from Harry only heightened his pleasure and happiness and he smiled as he moved to kiss Potter sensually. "Of course I love you. I love you so much, Harry. So much." He murmured back lovingly, stroking his back before laying him back down onto that soft back before they cuddled with each other, still basking in all that heat and left-over passion.

It was what he wanted to hear, so it set Harry's mind at ease quickly. It was what HE wanted, and not the other way around like normal. The exact way he wanted to be held, the exact words. Everything was perfect, warm and gentle--Which was rather not what the nightmares were like. They murmured sweet things to each other as they began to get drowsy again, wrapped closely together without a care in the world. After all, it was just a sleepy Saturday morning.

Tom cuddled with the boy, pulling out of him but remained very close. He began to drift off again, unable to resist that warmth that lulled him to sleep.

That morning Harry woke up feeling very refreshed and pleased with the world. It was the first good night’s sleep he'd had in weeks. He stretched---And then realized that he really should go change pajama bottoms and rinse them before Aunt Petunia caught him. Still, it was the sign of a good day and Harry was quite cheery. Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

When Riddle woke he was just as cold as ever, the sudden shock washing over him like icicles piercing him, reminding him that he was still a mere memory and nothing more. He heard a lot of noise nearby, which was probably what woke him up, something that sounded like a lot of cracking, sobs, hissing, and frightened little yelps.

He was covered in a cold sweat, visibly shaken from what he had just dreamed.

He had been having these dreams for a while. More and more. Not so much at first, oh heavens no, but they began to creep into his subconscious and before he knew it... That happened. He couldn't control himself in the dream, it was like he was someone else's puppet or looking at someone who was violating his body by using it to do those... Those things. To Potter. Potter was in it! He moved to grasp his head in his hands, cringing and becoming angry.

Voldemort was unsure of why he had the dreams. Or what they meant. He had no affections for the boy besides the unnatural urge for wanting to break him, use him as a doll, and drag him around. Nothing more. Such things like 'feelings', 'love', and so on were complete and utter rubbish. He practically wanted to vomit at the words spilling from his mouth and the gentle strokes of his hands to the boy he wanted to rip apart.

Slowly, these odd dreams have been coming to him when he let his guard down just long enough to sleep. And it was becoming more and more obvious he was losing control of his dream self and someone else was controlling.

There was no possible way he felt this way towards Harry. So why? Why such sickenly lovey-dovey dreams? He could feel aches hit his body all over from the mere thought of the dreams. And not from longingness either, more so from stress, being so tired, and the fact that he was losing control...

More of the yelping had occurred, hissing, and the sound of something sinking into flesh. Riddle started to become angry, taking the sheets on him and tossing them off as he turned angrily to the noise.

"Nagini! Eat him already!" He barked angrily at the snake who had apparently been playing with its food, a man that Peter had caught spying on them and had allowed Nagini to rid them of. It didn't help that Peter had wandered into the room either, having been trying to nurse a small, crippled version of himself that the memory of Tom had found.

This broken piece of him was wandering aimlessly, trying to latch on and hold onto life. No matter what tried to kill it, however, all the horcruxes kept it bound to this world. Whether it wanted to die or not. But, he knew himself better. He would stay clinging onto this world with every fiber of his will and never let his claws sink out of it. What positively made him angry was the fact that he was weakened into such a form; no one was there to help him, and so on. He brought himself into care, trying to bring his other part to health as he explained what had happened. None of his followers would've come after him, more than likely, and left him to rot. So it was good that he ran and found himself when he did. Peter came looking, reporting that he had been searching for him for ages but, obviously, to no avail other than finding them now. And with that, the memory of Tom immediately put the death eater to work on nursing his other self when he needed sleep, going out to get supplies, and so on.

While Peter tried to nurse this little broken part of himself while the memory slept and the snake toyed with its food, Nagini had bit at the sobbing man's arm, making him let out a strangled cry, snapping bone, which resulted in startling Peter, making him jump and drop some of the dishes he held. With a loud clatter and the breaking of dishes, Tom woke up, unable to sleep with all of this noise and the dream he was practically being held hostage in.

"PICK THAT UP YOU FOOL." Voldemort clearly was losing his temper, bags under his young eyes. The stress and time it was taking to be stuck here, nursing this broken piece of him, was aggravating and almost insulting. But he couldn't just leave. And it was himself. Greater plans and achievements could be made; however, it would require time.

A/N: Lol. For some reason I love the idea of Nagini playing with her food and probably pissing off Voldemort more than once. Bad snake, no.
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