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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in your comments. It gives me a
better idea who my audience is. Thanks and
enjoy the story.
- Scarlett’s Cove -
Part One
by Ann Douglas
“Could you at least smile and pretend that
you’re having a good time?” Arlene Taylor
leaned over and whispered to her companion
across the table. “It’s only our first night here and
people are already beginning to stare.”
The slightly morose expression on her
friend’s face faded to be replaced by the sought
after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered
her dinner partner.
“I am enjoying myself.” Jeanette
Randolph replied. “I was just thinking how much
this little trip is costing you.”
“That’s right, costing me, not you.” the
37 year old blonde quickly agreed. “I wanted you
to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get
a little crazy. Have some fun for a change.”
“I have fun.” said the 34 year brunette.
“Sitting at home night after night making
up new lesson plans isn’t what I’m talking about.”
Arlene said in a corrective tone. “That’s why I
wanted to get you away from all that.”
“Well that you certainly did.” Jeanette
finally agreed.
It was something of an understatement.
Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at
was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The
hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion
that had housed four generations of her owners.
The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical
resort that could easily accommodated five
hundred guests in delightful style. Finally, the
resort was situated on the southern tip of the tiny
Caribbean island of San Cristobal, some three
thousand miles from the two women’s home in
upstate New York.
The resort was known world wide as
Scarlett’s Cove and it catered to small, select
clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club
Meds, its purpose was much the same. The one
major difference was self evident as Jeanette again
glanced around the large room. It was a resort for
women only, specifically lesbian and bisexual
women.
This of course was no problem for either
Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been
aware of her preference for women since she was
16 years old. It was not however a preference she
had ever been comfortable with expressing
publicly. Even today, the history teacher from
Arrow Lake couldn’t escape the fear that
someone would see her in such a place.
On the other hand, Arlene’s attraction to
her own sex had only developed rather recently.
Up until two years ago, she had been married to a
rather successful and influential member of the
community. It was almost ten years into their
marriage that she discovered that her husband had
a long history of extra-marital encounters. When
confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn’t
like it, well then she knew where the door was.
Any real love for each other had faded half way
through their marriage when it was evident that
she wouldn’t be assuring the Taylor Dynasty with
an heir.
Unable to turn to any of her so called
friends who cared more about social standing than
anything else, Arlene had drifted into an affair
with a woman she met at the local health club. To
her immense delight, she discovered that sleeping
with another woman brought out in her a passion
that was never evident in her relations with Collin
or prior lovers. The affair hadn’t lasted long, but it
had changed the course of her life.
After a few months, she had finally gotten
the courage to seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene
realized all too well that despite his history of
infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever
knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a
court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It
wasn’t fair but it was the way it was.
Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most
considerate thing he’d ever done in the fourteen
years they’d know each other. The 45 year old
businessman suffered a massive coronary one
Friday afternoon while humping one of his new 20
year old secretaries. While she never really
wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the now
widowed woman was more than willing to take
her freedom anyway she could. And if nothing
else, she could take some small comfort knowing
that Collin had left this life doing something that
he enjoyed.
Since neither had actually initiated divorce
proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the
Taylor Estate. It wasn’t considered good manners
in polite company to discuss just how large that
estate was, but it turned out to be much more than
Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she
had set out to enjoy her life.
At a charity function at the local high
school, Arlene had rekindled an old friendship
with Jeanette. They had been close friends during
their last two years at Washington High, despite
the difference in their ages. Quickly reestablishing
the confidences they once shared, Arlene had
confessed her new sexual preference.
She was greatly surprised when Jeanette
responded that she’d been aware of the delights of
lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship.
In another reality, the two women might have now
become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But
in the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a
relationship now going into it’s fourth year and
not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the
other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new
and casual encounters. So the two women had
become even closer friends instead.
“I still can’t get over this place.” Jeanette
said as she finished her panorama of the room.
“Who ever came up with this place?”
Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett’s
Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and
Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she’d thought
they were going to Jamaica.
“Take a look at the painting over on that
wall.” Arlene said in response as she pointed to a
large portrait hanging over a fireplace.
Jeanette followed her friend’s direction
until she focused on the image. The young
woman in the painting appeared to be in her
mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that
stretched down to her waist was the first thing
you noticed, framing a creamy white complexion
that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes.
The gown she wore was low cut, revealing a
healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her
face.
“That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy.”
Arlene said. “And this house and just about
everything around it for twenty miles belongs to
the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her
grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his
fortune and like so many others, he found it.
Unlike most of the families that established
incredibly profitable enterprises on the islands,
Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience. From
the very beginning, he put part of every dollar he
made here back into the island. He built the first
hospital, then the school. His son continued the
tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the
island’s young men and women off to colleges in
the States. By the time most of the Caribbean
Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships
in the 40’s and 50’s, San Cristobal was the jewel
in the lake with a healthy, well educated
population.”
Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a
degree in history yet had never heard of this island
until yesterday.
“That’s just to give you a little broad
background.” Arlene continued. “The story of
Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was
born right here in this house. Her grandfather was
so taken by her that first time he looked at his
newborn heir that he immediately christened this
cove - Scarlett’s Cove. Back in those days, few
people said no to Sean McMurphy.”
“But what’s that got to do with this
resort?” Jeanette inquired.
“Patience, I’m getting to that.” the older
woman continued. “Michael McMurphy only had
two other children, an older son, Sean Michael
and a younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in
combat during World War II, so Scarlett was now
the oldest and heir apparent. By the early fifties,
Scarlett had already attended some of the best
schools in the world and took control of the day
to day operations of the family business.
While it quickly became obvious that she
had inherited both her father’s and grandfather’s
business sense, it was also apparent that she had a
spirit that really didn’t fit into the somewhat
conservative 1950’s. Even more so, it was
noticed more and more that she spent most of her
time in the company of other young women and
there was a definite lack of male companionship in
her life. This wasn’t for lack of offers, as you can
see from that portrait she was a beauty. Rumors
began to circulate, but not too loudly and
definitely not within earshot of “Big Mike”
McMurphy.
A story went around that some cheap
tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that
all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it
that the owner of that magazine was visited late
one night by some friend’s of “Big Mike”. No
one really knows what really happened but the
story never saw print and the company went out
of business within six months.
Scarlett continued to run the family
business until the mid seventies when she suddenly
turned control over to her two nephews, the sons
of her sister, Mary and retired to the island. A
year later she opened Scarlett’s Cove. A place
where women like her could come and be
themselves for a week or two, away from a prying
world.”
“That’s incredible.” Jeanette said. “She
must’ve led one interesting life. “
“Led?” Arlene asked. “Sweetheart, she
still runs the place.”
Arlene didn’t answer, she just turned her
had back to the nearby portrait and took another
long hard look.
Again scanning the room, Jeanette
suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face. It
wasn’t that she knew the woman personally, but
her beautiful face was recognizable the world over
- Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again
leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out.
“I know.” she whispered back. “This is
my third trip here and you’d be surprised who I’ve
seen here. That’s the beauty of it all, no one ever
talks about this place.”
Arlene then recounted that last year a
reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids
had come to the island and had somehow gotten
pictures of a senator’s wife who was also here.
The senator was planning a go for the presidency
this year. All it took was a simple phone call to
the editor of that magazine, who incidentally had
also been a guest at one time, and the story simply
disappeared.
Arlene then delighted in pointing out two
more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One
was C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was
no surprise since she had long ago publicly
declared her lesbianism. The second was a great
surprise as Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the
nationally known newsanchor. Jeanette never
would have guessed.
“Can I get you ladies anything else?” a
sweet voice said from behind Jeanette. “Some
dessert, perhaps?”
The schoolteacher turned about to find a
young island woman standing at her shoulder.
Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look
which was only added to by her long black hair.
What set her apart from many of the woman here
was that she was topless. All she wore was a
piece of white material wrapped around her waist
like a skirt.
Nudity was perfectly normal here but few
of the guests practiced it outside of the beaches.
Jeanette couldn’t help but admire the dark nipples
only a few inches from her face. Arlene had
explained to her that none of the employees were
under any obligation to fraternize with the guests,
but at the same time there were no rules against it
if they wanted to. Money never entered the
picture because none of the guests carried any and
any employee that tried to solicit it was
immediately fired.
“No, not right now.” Arlene said as she
gave the young woman a broad smile. “Maybe
later..... Mae.” she added as she read the girl’s
name off the small plastic name clip she used to
keep the makeshift skirt in place.
Mae gave a similar smile in reply that
suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility.
“You’re incorrigible.” Jeanette noted with
a laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at
the young woman just as admirably.
“This is true.” Arlene smiled back. “So
it’s a good thing I don’t have your job.”
“How so?”
“Oh come on now.” came Arlene’s reply
in a tone that was half serious. “Every day you
have a class full of sweet young things hanging on
your every word. Just by the law of averages, a
few of them have to be interested in, how shall we
put it, a little extracurricular exploration in
alternate lifestyles. Don’t tell me you haven’t at
least fantasized about it? Especially when the
weather turns warm and so much clothing comes
off.”
“I’ve learned to keep my personal and
professional life separate.” Jeanette said in a flat
voice.
“I think I’ve hit a nerve.” Arlene shot
right back.”
Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black
woman stepped to the small stage podium at the
front of the hall and picked up the microphone.
“If I can have your attention, Ladies.” she
began with a chipped British accent. “The auction
is going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you
could just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear
the tables.”
The announcement brought a fresh
murmur of voices across the room. There was
obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her
previous thought and instead asked Arlene what
this was all about.
“Well it’s pretty simple.” she began.
“Ever see one of those charity bachelor or
bachelorette auctions, you know where they
auction off dates.”
Arlene nodded agreement.
“Well, basically its the same thing. We
don’t carry money of course, but anyone who
want to participate can and then settle up when
they check out. The money goes to the college
scholarship fund and it’s all really a lot of fun.”
“You’ve done this before.” Jeanette
asked.
“Last time I was here.” came the reply
with pride. “I went for $450, pretty impressive if
I say so myself.”
“You never cease to amaze me.” Jeanette
said.
“I never cease to amaze myself.” came the
reply.
A small commotion at the large entrance
to the hall suddenly drew everyone’s attention. At
an unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the
wide double door pulled them open.
“If you were really fascinated by that story
about Scarlett McMurphy, then here’s your
chance to meet her.” Arlene said as she spotted a
familiar procession.
Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of
women moved across the room. The crowd
parted in front of them as they moved and to both
women’s delight their path would take them right
by their table.
About ten feet away, the last of the crowd
stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear
unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was
tall, 5’10”, something that was impossible to
judge in the painting. Her long red locks were
long gone, replaced by short but full white hair
that had been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her
stride was still that of a powerful, confident
woman. Of course her body no longer resembled
the full figured 20 year old of her portrait, but it
still wasn’t that of a 68 year old woman. If
Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn’t have
gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses
framed bright green eyes that had lost none of the
fire or intelligence of her younger days.
It was only when they were a few feet
apart that Jeanette realized that they were
stopping at her table.
“It’s so good to see you again, Arlene
dear.” Scarlett said. “You must find time to stop
by my office tomorrow afternoon and we can
discuss the new school.”
“Of course.” Arlene replied.
While aware that Arlene regularly spent a
large portion of the fortune she’s inherited on
schools and such, she never knew her interest
extended this far. At the moment, she was more
interested in the two young women who
accompanied Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical
to the waitress from earlier and both were as
amply endowed. What set them apart was that
neither was a native. One was tall, blonde and
blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned.
Both appeared to be in their early twenties.
Their brief conversation over, Scarlett
bade them to have fun and continued onto the
stage. Once they were out of earshot Jeanette
mentioned the two young women and asked of
they were some sort of honor guard.
“In a way,” Arlene answered. “They’re
her bedmates for this week.”
“What?”
“From what I understand, Scarlett’s slept
with two women a night since she was 30 years
old. It’s considered a great honor, I’ve heard the
waiting list is almost six months long.”
As soon as Scarlett and her escort took
their place on the stage, the auction began. The
first contestant was a pretty young blonde in her
twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars.
Next up was an older woman who Jeanette
guessed to be in her early 40’s. The schoolteacher
quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more
guts than she did, getting up there in front of
everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only
forty dollars less than the young blonde.
As the next participant walked up to the
stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The
resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second
and third look for her to finally conclude that the
Asian girl wasn’t who she’d first thought she was.
Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff
back and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as
the bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly
replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by $300.
The young woman was beautiful, there was no
disputing that. In the brief time it took her to
acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350.
If she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette
would tempted to bid on her.
Then with a smile and a laugh, the young
woman who’s name the auctioneer had announced
was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong
she’d been wearing and now pranced in the nude.
The bidding immediately shot to $500.
Watching her little dance, Jeanette’s mind
began to wander to a time just a little less than a
year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of
so.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“Emi, I’m home.” Jeanette called out as
she closed the apartment door behind her. “You
wouldn’t believe the stunt my class tried to pull on
me today, it was old when I was a junior.”
The sound of running water from the
bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute
or two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail
from the small table by the door, she began to flip
through it as she stepped into the small living
room.
“Bills, bills, junk mail.” she mused as she
dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed
them onto the coffee table one by one.
“Were does it all go?” she asked herself.
Sometimes it seemed that they were just
getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher,
especially since she’d gotten tenure and Emi was
doing OK as a teaching assistant. She’d do even
better once she finished up those last few credits
she needed for her teaching certificate.
Emi and Jeanette had been together for
almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25
year old Japanese woman that she’d found
contentment. It seemed like every day brought
something new and exciting.
“San Padre School District, San Padre,
California. ” she read off the return address of a
long white envelope that was addressed to Emi.
“I wonder what this was?” she mused as she
looked into the empty envelope.
The brunette didn’t hear the soft footsteps
of her roommate/lover as she came up behind her.
She suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her
breasts and she arced her head back to meet Emi’s
kiss. The pressure of the younger woman’s lips
against her own was enough to bring a pleasing
tingle between her legs.
“Hi babe,” she said as they broke the kiss.
“Hi lover,” Emi said as the short haired
woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa
and landed right on Jeanette’s lap. “I missed
you.”
Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time
pressing her tongue against Jeanette’s. The kiss
lasted a long time, followed by a second and third.
“My you’re in a playful mood.” Jeanette
grinned. “What’s brought this on?”
“I missed you that’s all.” Emi whispered
into Jeanette’s ear, kissing it as well. “And I’ve
been wanting to give you something all
afternoon.”
Emi again cupped Jeanette’s firm breasts
and squeezed them gently, massaging them. She
could fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen
under the plain white bra her lover wore under her
conservative school attire. She again kissed
Jeanette lightly.
“Nice.” she asked.
“Nice.” Jeanette agreed.
Soft fingers quickly moved down the
starched white blouse the teacher wore, undoing
buttons as they went. As it fell open, Emi slid her
hand alongside the smooth skin of Jeanette’s
stomach and then up under the elastic strap of her
bra.
“Emi....” Jeanette moaned softly.
“Shhh,” Emi replied, touching her love’s
lips with an outstretched finger. “Just lay back and
relax, I’m going to take care of everything.”
A practiced touch undid the front clasp of
her bra, freeing access to the large soft mounds
beneath. Emi took the erect pink nipples between
her fingers and tweaked them. Then she leaned
forward and kissed each one, lightly caressing the
tip of each with her tongue.
The short haired oriental took a step back
off the couch and pulled her oversized blue T-shirt
up over her head. The shirt had been all she was
wearing. Bringing her hands to her chest, she
briefly stroked the small round orbs that protruded
there. Her small nipples were a dark brown but
the nipples no less erect.
Between her legs was a tiny black triangle,
almost the only hair on her entire body. Although
25 years old, the woman still had the body of a
teenage girl or as Jeanette had remarked many
times - a wood nymph.
Emi returned her attention to Jeanette and
eased her down onto the couch. Her mouth now
sought out her breasts and began to suck on them.
Her roving tongue covering them with wetness.
Jeanette shivered at the touch of Emi's lips on her
smooth flesh as her tongue once more teased
Jeanette's large nipples. Each lick bringing them
to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them
and every bite and nibble sent waves through
Jeanette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans
which brought great joy to Emi.
Emi reached down between Jeanette's legs
and under her skirt, tracing her finger against the
panty covered outline of her mound. Then she
pushed aside the thin material, ripping it in the
process and moved to the center of the mound
rubbing against it. As her soft finger became
lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it
between the folds. A louder gasp escaped
Jeanette's lips as Emi slid the finger in and out,
soon following it with a second.
Emi licked each nipple a final time and
them moved her head down Jeanette's stomach,
pausing to kiss and lick her way, pausing only
long enough to pull the short blue skirt up around
her waist. Lower and lower she kissed her way
until she reached the edge of Jeanette's wetness.
Then the dark haired woman kissed one thigh,
then the other. Finally she kissed the center of
Jeanette's ecstasy.
"Oh yes....Jeanette said as she reached
down and guided Emi's head. "It feels so
good...."
The smell of Jeanette's crotch made Emi
lightheaded, she'd waited all day for this. She
reached out and parted the wet lips with her
fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving
it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored
the taste, a taste she knew would be hard to do
without.
"Oh God, Emi," Jeanette said as her body
jumped at the touch. "I can’t remember that last
time it felt so wonderful."
Encouraged, Emi moved her pulsating
mouth closer and sought out Jeanette's clit. She
alternated between her finger and her tongue,
driving Jeanette wilder with each stroke. A
rhythm quickly developed as Jeanette reached
down and held her younger lover’s head between
her legs, then lurched forward with each
movement of Emi’s tongue.
Unable to use her hands any longer, Emi
reached behind and grabbed Jeanette's ass cheeks.
Never missing a beat, she slid a cum lubricated
finger into her anus. Jeanette let out a loud moan
as she felt it penetrate. Then Emi withdrew the
finger and reinserted it, finger fucking her ass.
Jeanette began to gyrate faster as she felt
herself nearing climax. Emi could taste the
increase in girljuice and opened her mouth while
at the same time she drove it deeper.
The small Japanese woman was soon
rewarded with a gusher of girljuice, so much that
her face was soon covered with it. She held
Jeanette tight as the teacher screamed out loud
and trashed about it ecstasy. It’d been a long time
since she'd had a sexual release of this magnitude.
Emi continued to lick Jeanette's pussy and
slowly finger fuck her ass, stopping only when her
lover finally laid still. She then withdrew her finger
but continued to lick between her legs, but softly
now, taking the time to clean her thighs of
delicious girlcum.
"That was wonderful." Jeanette said in a
breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated."
"I'm glad," Emi said as she brought herself
up to a sitting position. "I've wanted to do that
for so very long."
Jeanette reached out and pulled Emi close
to her. She kissed her, tasting her own cum in
Emi's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She
continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking
droplets of sweet girljuice from her face.
"I love you Emi," She whispered as she
kissed her softy. "I want every day to be just like
this one."
So lost had Jeanette been in the euphoric
afterglow of their encounter, she failed to notice
the way Emi’s body had shuddered when she had
said that.
It wasn’t until the next day that Emi
mentioned the empty envelope Jeanette had found
the day before. She’d been offered a job in
California. The San Padre School District was
more interested in the fact that she was proficient
in both Japanese and English than the fact that she
was still a few credits shy of her certificate. They
were in such desperate need of teachers with that
ability, due to the influx of new Japanese families
in the area, that they were offering her a full
teachers salary while she worked as an assistant.
In addition, they’d give her time off to finish
school. The offer was just too good to pass up.
She’d never get another chance like this one.
Emi had suggested that Jeanette come
with her and try and get a teaching job out there
as well. At least that way they’d be together. But
she knew Jeanette wouldn’t go. Her life was here,
she just couldn’t leave it all and start over.
Emi had moved out that Monday. Over the
intervening weekend they hadn’t made love again.
Over the next few months they’d spoken to each
other on the phone a few times and exchanged
letters as well. Then in March had come the letter
that said she had met another woman. Jeanette
had stopped writing after that.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Absorbed in her memories, Jeanette didn’t
hear the British born auctioneer announce the
winning bid of $950 for Keiko’s company. In
fact, it wasn’t until the dark skinned mistress of
ceremonies announced the next contestants name
a third time that she finally heard it. And even
then she knew that there had been some kind of
mistake.
“Jeanette Randolph.” she repeated again
over the address system.
“There has to be some kind of mistake.”
she said, turning to Arlene.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” her friend said,
her grin spread ear to ear. “I entered you in the
auction.”
“You what!” Jeanette exclaimed.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Arlene enjoined.
“I can’t do this.”
“Of course you can.” Arlene insisted.
“Just go up there and have a little fun. God
knows you can use it. Who knows you might get
lucky.”
“I can’t go up there, it’s too
embarrassing.” the brunette went on. “What if no
one bids on me?”
“You’re selling yourself short.” said
Arlene. “Even so, I’ll bid on you and I already
asked a friend to bid on you too and I’ll pay her
back. Even if no one else bids, which I doubt,
we’ll make sure you get a respectable bid. Now
go have fun!”
“Jeanette Randolph.” came the fourth and
final call. “Are you out there Jeanette?”
Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and stepped
forward. A round of applause followed her. As
she got halfway there she paused and looked back
at Arlene. She was leading the applause.
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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