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dear ro,

i have read all your leon fics and this by far is my favorite one. this is basically my love letter to you not just because u wrote another leon fic, but because you also changed how i view ada as a character. im in awe. the fic trope of reader seeing ada as competition/someone that will steal leon away/make him cheat are fun and all, but you ro… you did gods work for me in this fic LSJKAJAKA. reader seeing ada as a woman who genuinely cares for the wellbeing and survival of leon is just like. so fucking good. and ada seeing reader as someone that has been able to break down leon’s walls that he has been building post raccoon-city and admiring them for it is so. its just so good. i personally dont really like aeon as a ship, but seeing them in this way with reader involved is honestly like a breath of fresh air. seeing ada grow fond of reader for loving leon and vice versa, knowing that she wasnt able to do that for him… im literally crying rn LJSKAJKJA. i also think that leon lovers can forget that ada has a story that hasnt been told (yet) and we should cut her some slack sometimes

….anyways. in case u couldnt tell— this is one of my favorite fics ever

THREE'S A COMPETITION

pairing: leon kennedy x reader x ada wong

summary: Both Ada and Leon have something to prove, and they choose you to settle the score.

words: 4.8k

warnings: 18+ for the love of god (threesome, reader has female-gendered anatomy but uses gender neutral terms, oral sex for everyone, orgasm denial, praise kink, light choking, rough vaginal sex, porn with feelings, smoking)

notes: this is my magnum opus and i dont think i will ever do this again (me when i lie) so enjoy it while u can!!! also ada and leon banter but do not touch each other bc this is about ME i mean US!

Within a lavish hotel, some ten-thousand miles from HQ, the three of you sit. The other side of the earth, a room bathed in shadow.

How you got here is an enigma. Why you’re here is even more lost on you. Half-bet, half-promise between your current lover and his ex. The desperate crawl of a long-lasting feud that refuses to die. The final form of brewing spite. A proving ground—your body declared the field.

This is more than good versus evil. Umbrella versus victim. Personal, vindictive.

The idea is both terrifying and… well. Extremely arousing.

Ada, perched on the edge of the bed, ever cool-countenanced, mysterious in a way only she can be. Beautiful and dangerous.

Leon, leaned back against the dresser, guarded by crossed arms and a straight-line mouth. He hides his thoughts well. Agreed to this on the principle of proving her wrong.

I know what we like, Leon. There’s no competition here when it’s fact.

And now, here you sit cross-legged on the bed, thumbing at the soft sheets. Sheets that will be ruined by the end of the night.

Ada tilts her head, brushes silky hair behind an ear. “Well? Do we just plan to sit here and stare at each other all night?” You meet her eye, and painted lips curl into a grin. “Come over here, beautiful.”

The woman is magnetic, voice a siren song that you find difficult to disobey, smooth to the ears, massages some repressed part of your brain. You understand now. Leon’s attachment to her. All the mystery, an opaque shroud that even you grew curious about at one point. Several, if you wish to be truthful.

She toes off her heels and turns to your approaching form. Reaches out a hand to steady you.

“Don’t worry about Leon. He’s a sore loser,” she says. Curls a hand around your waist, the other settling over your nape. Burning in their intensity. “Let’s get started.”

She kisses like she fights: dominating, moves with strict calculation until your breath grows heavy and a whine starts in your throat. Her tongue licks into your mouth, flicks soft against your own, and your hands rise to comb through her hair.

She pulls away with a hum, ghosts a thumb over your bottom lip. Teasing, a taste test. “My shade suits you. Don’t you think, Leon?” She takes your chin in hand to turn your head.

He pushes away from the dresser and walks toward you, eyes severe in their emotion. “Yeah. Cute.”

Anticipation thumps away at your chest. This is happening. It’s happening, and it’s weird and awkward and you’re already wet. A fact that should leave you embarrassed, but you buzz head-to-toe in anticipation.

What does that say about you? You don’t really care, if you’re being honest.

He lowers into a crouch before you and tugs up the hem of your dress, movements impatient, fingers hot as they map out the flesh of your thighs then hips then waist. Then you sit before them in just your underwear, and Ada breathes out a laugh.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” she asks, glides a finger over the seat of your underwear. Laughs again when your hips seek her touch. “Wet already.”

A pair of lips attach to your neck, a flash of blond hair in your peripheral. He’s perfected your body. Knows exactly where to suckle, how to bite, when to ease off. You tilt your head to the side to provide easier access, arch your back when a pair of lips bite the curve of your breast.

Drowning. The only way you can describe it. Two opposite personalities, a direct juxtaposition between shows of confidence. Leon knows you, draws on muscle memory for his expertise, weakens you with ease. Ada knows the universal, guesses with frightening accuracy what makes you tick. She’s a people-reader, clever, skillful. A master of her craft.

You weren’t expecting an equal playing field. Not by a long shot.

Leon pulls away then pushes you back to the bed with a firm hand against your chest, lips twitching at your surprised huff.

Ada scoffs from between your legs. “I was in the middle of something.”

“Don’t be so slow next time,” he says. Shifts forward on his knees to hover over you, fingertips trailing the raw-suckled skin on your neck. “This shade suits you a lot better.”

Your chest flutters, a birth of butterflies as he smiles down at you. Short-lived when slim fingers spread your legs and tug aside your underwear, and you break his gaze to stare down the line of your body. Ada, bright-eyed and grinning, lipstick smudged from your kiss, hair the messiest you’ve ever seen it.

Leon’s quick to pull your attention back. Grabs you by the throat, kisses you hard on the mouth, and you curl a hand around his wrist in silent order to stay. To squeeze.

“They like it rough. Noted,” Ada says, warm breath fanning against the lips of your cunt, before the slick heat of her tongue jolts you.

Your jaw relaxes at the sensation, as she licks over you in long, languid strokes, and he pulls away. Presses a tender kiss to your cheek.

He understands the overwhelm, knows how difficult multitasking can be, and you sigh out in thanks. Couldn’t keep a rhythm if you tried, from the agile way she curls her tongue, her pleased hums when you bite back whimpers and moans. Too early into the night for you to succumb, to break apart.

She presses her tongue inside you, swirls up against sensitive nerves, pulls out to lick hard over your clit. You find it difficult to stay your hips, to still your hands, and Leon groans when you grope at the bulge inside his jeans. Cusses harsh under his breath.

When the pleasure grows, when your thighs begin to twitch and your breathing deepens, you cling to him with shaking fingers that dimple the muscle of his bicep. Press your forehead to his shoulder. Whine mournfully when she slides two fingers into you then pulls them back out.

“Oh, Leon. I almost don’t believe it.” She says it almost pitying, in such a sweet way that leaves you no choice but to look down at her.

After catching your eye, she spreads middle and ring finger, shiny beneath the light, your slick stringing between them. Tilts her head to inspect the sight, then sucks them into her mouth. Closes her eyes with a hum.

“Fuck me,” you hiss, drop your head back against the sheets, and Leon huffs out a breath.

“She’s a show-off.”

Ada slips both fingers back into your cunt, ends each smooth thrust with a curling pressure against your g-spot. “Show-off and confident are two very different things, though I can see how you’d confuse the two.”

Leon rises onto his knees. Fusses with the zipper of his jeans, and your vision starts to blur at the edges. Too much heat, too much sensation, and the sight of his heavy cock, ruddy at the tip and slicked with pre-cum seeks to fry your brain completely. “I figured insults would be above you by now.”

You curl both knees toward your chest, panting hard as numbing pleasure coils at the base of your spine, and she laves her tongue over the bud of your clit. Soothes a hand up the back of your thigh when you jolt. “I’m more interested in what’s below me. Aren’t you?”

You grip his pant leg until your knuckles drain of color, and he looks upon you with forest-fire reverence. A ruination that darkens his gaze, the soot of leftover trees—seeing you for the very first time. His cock twitches, drips sticky onto your belly.

That’s what this is, isn’t it. A shifting of roles, a different dynamic. He hasn’t seen you like this before. Ready to orgasm on someone else’s fingers and tongue. Very talented ones at that.

And Ada notices. Of course she does. She pulls away and leans back and you think to knee her in the jaw because you were right there, so fucking close. The beginning of the end, a white-heat char down to your bones. Until she crawls over you and brushes slick fingers against your bottom lip.

“Be good for me and open up,” she says, voice a calming purr. What else can you do but obey? Her fingers slide heavy against your tongue, and you close your eyes at the first taste of yourself. “No. Look at Leon.”

Again, you obey. Your eyes meet his as Ada presses deeper, and when you suck at her fingers, his jaw tenses beneath the skin. She pulls out, gives you an open-mouthed kiss, drags a hand down the valley of your breasts.

Leon drips onto your belly again, and this time, she notices. Gives a short-tempered scoff. “Leon, you’re making a mess.”

“Can you blame me?”

She gazes down at you, reverence akin to blue flame, scorching in its severity. Drags fingertips over the curve of your twitching belly. “I guess not.”

You reach out to her. Dip a finger beneath the hem of her dress. “It’s unfair that you’re the only one fully dressed.” You sound as fucked-out as you must look, throat flayed raw, words slurring together.

“So you can speak.”

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I haven’t really had the chance.”

She coughs out a laugh, tugs her dress up and off. “You should really take a break from Leon.”

He pulls you into a sitting position, keeps a hand on your back when you find yourself unsteady. When you find that all the blood in your body has pooled between your legs. “And you never appreciated my jokes.”

She’s beautiful bathed in moonlight, slivers of pale that cut through the curtains. Slender, toned by her work.

A mercenary, you remind yourself, who deals with the enemy. But you left that shit at the door. Made a promise to each other that, for tonight, none of it matters.

You suppose that they’re no strangers to this arrangement.

The thought sours your stomach.

A slim hand rests on your knee, and when you look over, she tilts her head. Dissects you with dark eyes. Whatever she sees makes her hum, pulls her closer. “I think our little bird is having second thoughts.”

Your face numbs, almost in shame. “No. No, it’s not—“ You stop yourself with a shake of your head. Swallow thick. “Is this really just about me?”

“Who else has it been about, my dear?”

An arm circles around your waist, coaxes you into a recline against Leon’s chest. He presses a kiss to the curve of your shoulder, follows with his nose the line of your jaw. His cock fits heavy against your lower back. “It is very much about you. I would never lie about that.”

Ada’s brow furrows. “For the record, I wouldn’t either.” Despite knowing what you know, the roots of her manipulation, you believe her. She doesn't seem the type to go this far, to wield sex like ammunition after knowing how vulnerable you’ve made yourself. But you could be wrong. You often are about these things.

Still, you believe both of them in good faith, and the inner turmoil eases.

When your body relaxes, the room ceases its tension. Ada understands to keep her distance, to allow you the chance to decompress within the cage of Leon’s arms. She understands, but she stays. Keeps that hand on your knee.

It’s tender, uncharacteristic—no, that’s unfair. You only know her through anecdotes, glimpses of red, the ghost that has haunted your years-long relationship. None of your assumptions have been fair, and that’s on you.

Okay. You’re okay. A conclusion that you share aloud.

“You’re sure,” Leon says, more statement than question, and you nod your head.

Ada leans forward, slots her lips against yours in a sweet kiss, pulls back just enough to say, “Maybe we should let you decide. How do you want us?” Her tone registers quiet, serene to the ears. A gentle nudge, a reassurance. Appreciated.

“Lay back,” you say, and she obeys, a perfect mirror to earlier orders. A flip of the dynamic.

You feel powerful. Unbelievably so.

When you turn in Leon’s arms, his gaze softens. He offers up a precious smile, wide and adoring, and you’ve never loved anybody more in your entire life.

“You sure you’re okay?” he whispers, and you kiss him in response. Pump a fist over the length of his cock until he groans into your mouth.

You glance over your shoulder to Ada, say, “I’ll be right with you,” and your chest soars when she laughs out all breathy. A pretty sound, like mid-spring windchimes.

You scoot back then bend over to take him into your mouth, softened down to half-hardness. An oops on your part. Nothing a conveniently-placed tongue can’t fix.

For every detail he knows about your body, you know his just as well.

“The view is picturesque from here,” Ada says. A hand curves over your ass, fingers dancing close to your labia. “I wish I had a camera on me.”

Leon sighs out shaky, breath ending on a moan when you swallow half his length and hollow your cheeks. And you try not to think about the fingers sinking into your cunt, lest you lose your rhythm or damn it altogether.

“Think mine’s better,” he pants, as you quicken the bob of your head and gently massage his balls with a cupped hand, and he spreads his knees further apart—a welcome of the sensation, a form of begging that you’ve familiarized yourself with.

The pleasure from before begins to build, settles a brew in your belly, between your legs. Filled at both ends by two different people, connected by such strange circumstances, laving you with their attention and expertise and it’s too much in the best possible way.

The head of his cock chokes off your moan when it enters the sheath of your throat, and a large hand encircles the back of your head. A light pressure that leaves sparks setting off between your legs. You swallow around him, Ada adds a third finger, and she makes a noise of surprise when you gag then clamp down on her fingers.

You pull away to gasp, rest a cheek atop his thigh, and milk him with a slick fist. Ada proves relentless against your g-spot, relentless in the silk of her voice, forming words meant to tease, to edge you closer, a master of composure. All fueled by your bitten-off moans and chest-deep whimpers and your heart is fit to burst inside your chest. Leon fares no better above you. The faster her hand moves, the faster yours does. Until his thigh tenses beneath your cheek and he tugs your hand away with a heaving sigh and a cant of strong hips.

Still, she doesn’t stop. You push back against her hand, a silent desperation, a begging that she insists you vocalize.

“Ada. Ada, please, please, can I cum? Please?”

She stops. Pulls out and away—what is this, the second time now? The third? Your body has been reduced to static numbness. Your brain is nothing but slush. You know you’ve puddled up the sheets by now.

You take back everything you said. Fuck her.

“That’s cruel. Even for you.” Leon’s tone teases a smile, and you force yourself up to your knees. Utterly betrayed.

“Good things come to those who wait. Pun very much intended.”

“Maybe she’s better left out from now on,” he says to you, pulls you close with a hand curled about your waist.

Ada stops you with her own, plants a kiss on the side of your neck that sends you to shudders.

“Face me, beautiful. I want to show you something,” she says. You glance back at Leon long enough to watch him roll his eyes. “Pay no mind to him. You’ll enjoy this.”

You straddle his hips and he curls an arm around your middle, just beneath your breasts. Presses a tender kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the racing pulse of your neck. Your cunt swallows him down to the base with a wet schlick, tight and velvety and so fucking good, and he groans through clenched-shut teeth.

You bounce on him for a few shuddering moments, a half second of emptiness before the delicious fill. He’s hotter, harder than you’ve ever felt him. Almost trembles beneath you, thighs tense in an effort to hold himself back.

A slick heat curls over your clit and you gasp out, clutch tight around his cock, drop your head back onto his shoulder. Ada braces her hands against your thighs when you attempt to close them. An overwhelm of the senses, a shock of coiling pleasure, and you ground your body with a tight fist of her hair.

They aid each other in lifting you up, both you and him on your knees, a hand wound about your neck to keep you angled back—enough for Leon to begin long, languid thrusts. Your breath catches in your throat, and you choke out a mewl when Ada seals her lips around your clit and suckles.

Every muscle in your body goes rigid. Your lungs seize. Never. Never have you felt like this before. So fucking good, an uncontrollable pleasure, a hand forced flat atop a burning plate. You think you might die like this. Might faint from slick tight thick circling—she seeks to rend you apart, and each glide of his cock sends you closer. An abyss, a nothingness. What was this even about? How did you even get here?

It doesn’t matter. It doesn't goddamn matter anymore.

You catch your breath on a sob, body jerking to get away, to press closer. You need more. More. More please god please more—

“Harder, Leon, please—“

The hands about your waist squeeze tighter, and he angles his hips to fuck up into you, cockhead brushing against sensitive nerves in long, heavy pumps that empty your freshly-working chest of breath.

He exhales staccato whines as you tighten around him, as Ada hums against your flesh.

“That’s it. So good for us, aren’t you?” he pants. Cuts off his own words to pull you closer, an embrace almost crushing, as if willing your bodies to meld together.

His hips begin to slap against your ass, and you would be jolting if not for Ada’s grip on your hips. If not for the cage of his own arms.

Your orgasm hits in a sudden wave that leaves you trying to curl in on yourself. You flutter around his cock in a tight rhythm, and Ada laughs against your flesh—you know she feels it, too. Neither of them let up, grant you a break. Keep the same intensity that led you to drowning as you are now.

When the aftershocks subside and they still continue, and the overwhelm morphs into pleasure-pain, you cry out with a sharp fuck! and shove Ada’s head away. Leon slides out of you and sits back his haunches. Without them bracing your worn body, you collapse into a heap amongst the dampened sheets, into the musk of cologne and perfume and woodsmoke sex.

“Okay—“ you pause a moment to heave for breath. To swallow with a dry click. Someone hands you a glass of water. The other helps you sit up, and you guzzle down the entire thing. “Okay, no more orgasms for me. Fucking christ, there’s no way that was just one.”

“At least three, I think,” Ada says, reclined back on the bed with a sharp, boastful grin. “I told you that you’d like it, didn’t I?”

If the wet spot on the sheets has anything to say.

But now that you’re sated, they’re… not. She glistens between the legs, a coat of clear honey that you need more than want to lick off. And when you glance back at him, he smiles in that pained way you recognize as I’m gonna be nice and respect your wishes but I need to cum so bad it hurts.

A new plan, then. Their needs breathe into you a second wind. You settle on knees and elbows between Ada’s spread legs, arch your back to welcome the stretch of his cock. In one glide, he bottoms out, balls tight against your clit. Levels out a breath as he twitches inside you.

Beneath you, Ada smiles. Low-lidded, luxurious. Plucks a dusky nipple between thumb and forefinger. The most captivating woman you’ve ever known. Arguably the most beautiful.

“I haven’t done this in a while, so,” you dissolve into a sigh when Leon spreads the cheeks of your ass and quickens his thrusts, breathing out a stuttering sigh.

Saintlike, she finishes your thought with a reassurance, swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It’s like riding a bike, sweet thing.”

Between choked-off moans, you manage to lick over her with the flat of your tongue. She tastes just like you thought she would, earthen and musky, and the jolt of Leon’s hips presses you further against her.

Drowning. Bathed in fire. She curls a hand over the back of your neck and sinks into the sheets. Once again, bathes you in lulling praise, and your nose bumps against her clit as you sink your tongue into her. Keeping a rhythm proves difficult, with the way Leon grows increasingly desperate. Close. His noises give it away, closed-mouth whines that he expels freely, that leave you clenching tight around him.

You replace your tongue with a finger, then another when her cunt squelches around you, sucks both down to the largest knuckle. She moans when your lips latch onto her clit, when your tongue curls tight over the sensitive flesh.

Leon’s fingers dig hard into your hips. Ada’s nails bite into the skin of your neck. So much attention, sensation, the pleasure-pain that you welcome as heat begins to coil in your gut all over again.

He peaks first. Fills you sticky and thick, breathes hot and groaning over your back. You tighten around him, follow each jerk of his cock as Ada’s thighs twitch underhand.

His warmth leaves you, the mattress beside you dipping with his weight, and he gives a loving caress to the expanse of your calf as you work her over—with her heavy grip on your head, you couldn’t move if you tried.

Unlike Leon, she’s quiet when she cums. Breathes heavy and slow, laves you with pet names, with so good, that’s it, just like that. Flutters tight around your fingers. Tilts her hips up to meet your mouth.

By the time she pushes your head away, your mouth and chin are wet with her slick. She collapses to the bed, sated and huffy, coaxes you over with a wave of manicured nails.

“With a performance like that, I just might take you home with me.” She wipes your face with a corner of the sheet, and Leon makes a noise in his chest, already half-asleep. “All jokes, I promise… maybe.”

You’re exhausted. A bone-deep satiation that leaves your limbs watery, that leaves you envious of Ada’s composure—minus her ruined makeup and flushed cheeks.

You’re exhausted, but you wake Leon long enough to tuck him beneath the sheets, and he reaches out to you, a silent request to join him. How could you ever resist?

Ada disappears off the bed as he curls around you, breath hot against the back of your neck. A few moments before his chest evens out in rhythm, and Ada crosses the room before you to sift through her bag. Pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

“You smoke?”

She turns to you with a shrug, a figure kissed by windowed moonlight, dark eyes filled with starshine. “Only after sex.”

You slip from beneath the covers, the heaviness of Leon’s arm, and move to join her. “Don’t tell me you bought a whole pack for this.”

“It’s a special occasion,” she says, swipes an affectionate thumb over your bottom lip. “Want one?”

After removing the plastic and the foil—a fresh pack—she offers up a cigarette. “Why not?” One you take.

You don’t smoke often, if ever. Took on the habit during a bout of teenage rebellion, but Leon hates it. Caught you once after a stressful mission and lectured for half an hour like a disappointed father.

But he’s asleep, and you deserve to indulge sometimes.

Well. Maybe you indulge a little too much.

She leads you onto the balcony, over to the cushioned chairs and the side table already prepped with an ashtray.

“So. Did you have fun?” she asks, and the spark of flame bathes her features in soft orange.

She’s kind enough to spark your own cigarette, cupping her hand to shield the lighter from the wind. “Of course I did. It was… well, a lot better than I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

“That’s my point.”

Her mouth widens into a grin, smoke curling in front of her face. “I had fun, too.” She glances over to the room you just left, sinking back into her chair. “Leon clearly did.”

“I think we might’ve killed him, actually.”

The two of you share a laugh. A soft thing that mingles with the breeze and the thick curl of smoke. Tender, intimate.

“He really loves you, doesn’t he?”

You look through the windows of the balcony to where he lay, stretched out beneath the sheets, moonlight paling the features of his sleeping face. “I hope so.”

“No. He does. Trust me.” Smoke billows from her lips as she speaks, and she flicks her ashes into the tray. “What we had… well, I see the way he looks at you. It’s different.”

You huff out a laugh, take a slow drag of your cigarette. “It’s so funny. You’ve always been this looming shadow. A ghost from his past that I constantly felt like I had to outwin. I was jealous of you for so long.” Beneath the stars, she’s even more beautiful. All smeared makeup and soft features. “But I get it. You’re mesmerizing.”

She laughs—genuine and warm, a stretch of straight white teeth. “I’m flattered. But there was never a competition. It was always you.”

From your peripheral, he stirs. Rolls away from the window, pulls the covers over his head. Your cigarette burns bright orange. Lipstick stains the filter.

“I should probably work on my insecurities, huh?”

She crosses her legs at the knee, skin brushing warm against yours. “You’re good for him. Better than I ever was. Don’t ruin that.” You give her a soft nod, and she tilts her head. Seeking something in the features of your face. “I’m serious. He deserves peace for once in his life.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to give him.”

She holds pain. Lots of it. Unspoken, compartmentalized, swallows it down like sharded glass. It’s in her eyes when she looks at you again.

“Was this ever about the bet?” you ask, moving closer. Breathing in the smoke she exhales.

“You’d really like to know.”

“That’s why I asked.”

She looks down at her hand a moment, inspects the burn of the cigarette, and you expect her to answer with silence.

But she adjusts her posture, leans back against the chair. Looks up at you beneath long lashes. “No. That’s all I’ll say.”

“You really can’t give me any more than that?”

Her eyes roam the features of your face, eyes that grow soft, lidded. “You have nothing to worry about. Not from me, at least.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

“I know. But you look like you need the reassurance anyway.”

You don’t understand her, and maybe that’s the point. She speaks in riddles, protects her intentions inside the locked-up cage of her chest.

You wonder if anybody knows the real her. Ada, beneath all the glamor and the mystery. Does she even know herself?

With a quiet sigh, she extinguishes her cigarette, burned all the way down to the filter.

“You’re leaving,” you say. More statement than question.

“I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

She leans over the arm of your chair. Slots her lips over yours in a tender kiss, warm and languid. Soothes a hand down your chest. A goodbye.

“Take care of yourself, my dear.”

A small peck, a lipstick-smudge gift to leave you with.

“I should be telling you that.”

“Oh, I’m always careful.”

You watch from the balcony as she sneaks inside. Begins gathering her clothes, packing her things. Every bit the ghost you’ve always tied her to. Every bit the entrancing woman you’ve learned her to be.

She leaves as quickly as she arrived. Leon never stirs.

You smother your cigarette and go to him, curling up beneath the sheets again, and he greets you with a rosy, sleep-drunk smile. And you find it impossible to love him more, but you do somehow.

Ada was right. This was never a competition.

#you’ve made me appreciate ada’s character more <3 #weeeeeeeeeee so good

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