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sahiya: Five Days in Dry Dock, 5/5 (NC-17) [Jack/Ten]
Title: Five Days in Dry Dock, 5/5
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sahiya
Pairing/Rating: NC-17, Jack/Ten
Word Count: 2100 this part; about 13,000 overall
Disclaimer: Not mine! They belong to Rusty and the BBC.
Summary: The TARDIS needs an overhaul. Jack needs a few days to put himself back together, physically and mentally. Even without a mortgage, it borders on domestic, but the Doctor's feet are mysteriously un-itchy about it.
Author's Note: Aaaand I'm in under the wire! This is a sequel to Atonement, which I posted here last month, and was written for the "Domesticity" challenge. Many thanks also to my beta reader,fuzzyboo03. Please note that I've upped the rating - I got a bit more graphic than is my usual wont. Jack's POV is a bad influence, apparently.
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Jack was alone when he woke, tucked beneath his great coat, on the beach just after dawn. He sat up, watched the sun finish rising, and thought about nothing in particular - not about where they were going to go when the TARDIS was fixed, or what he was going to eat for breakfast, or even how he was going to convince the Doctor to bloody shag him already. Once the red and blue streaks had faded from the sky, he tossed off the blanket, shrugged into his coat, and stood. He brushed sand off his trousers and set off up the beach towards the TARDIS.
He was fitting his key into the lock when he realized that he had not once worried the Doctor might have left without him. Nor had he immediately looked to make sure the TARDIS was still there. He had simply taken it on faith that it would be.
The console room was empty, but the flicker of greeting from the TARDIS was much less sulky and the console itself was brighter. Jack wondered if the Doctor had done something in particular that morning to get himself into her good graces, or if she was simply feeling more herself. Either way, it didn't much surprise him to walk into the kitchen and find the Doctor standing at the counter, munching toast smeared with strawberry jam and slurping tea out of his favorite mug.
"Good morning," Jack said, making for the coffeepot.
"Good morning," the Doctor said, even more chirpily energetic than usual. "Toast? Jam? Cereal? Milk? Leftover goah? We seem to have everything."
"I take it you're back on Herself's good side?"
"Ah, er, yes, a bit." The Doctor smiled sheepishly over the rim of his teacup. "I took what you said under advisement and, well, groveled. Promised her regular systems checks and refuelings, no more forcing her to eek out one last trip so we wouldn't get stranded in the Vortex. Told her that without her I'd be an especially eccentric maths professor with an unfair advantage in obtaining tenure. And I said I'd find her new parts for a change, instead of making due with whatever I find marked down at the next galactic bazaar we stumble into."
Jack smiled. "Good."
"Yep." The Doctor bounced again, but his smile slipped a little. "Is that what you meant about taking better care of her?"
Jack shrugged. "Something like that."
"And you, Jack?" The Doctor set his teacup aside. He took a deep breath; his expression was strangely open for once, and Jack could see something happening behind his eyes, some decision being made. "How can I take better care of you?"
Jack eyed him. He had a tiny blob of jam at the corner of his mouth.
Jack decided to take a chance.
"I don't want you to take care of me," he said, and stepped forward to grasp the Doctor's hand. "I want us to take care of each other. Starting with this." He leaned in and delicately licked the blob of jam off the corner of the Doctor's mouth before kissing him and pressing him up against the counter. The Doctor stiffened and then, to Jack's surprise, melted. His hands slid around Jack's waist beneath his great coat.
"Jack," he whispered against Jack's lips.
"Shh," Jack murmured, because they were barely touching and he was hard as a rock and he didn't want to hear the Doctor tell him to stop. Though that didn't seem to be the Doctor's intention at all, actually. His hands were just as eager on Jack's belt and fly as Jack's were on his, and when Jack reached inside, wrapped his hand around the Doctor's length, and squeezed, the Doctor was only a beat behind.Three mutual strokes and Jack was gasping, his free hand scrabbling blindly at the Doctor's wrist to stop him.
"No, not like this," he said breathlessly.
"What? How?" The Doctor's hair was mussed, standing on end, his collar askew. Jack shoved aside the urge to kiss and lick every inch of his neck, to seek out all the secret spots that would reduce the Doctor to a quivering puddle of goo, and went to his knees, pulling the Doctor down with him.
"Here," Jack said. He tugged the Doctor's shirt out of his trousers, exposing an expanse of pale stomach. He yanked the trousers down over the Doctor's slim hips, bent his head, and brushed his lips over the delectable dip in the Doctor's hip. The scent of musk and alien pheromones sent a familiar jolt of white-hot heat to Jack's groin. He laved his tongue over the Doctor's hip and down, down.
The Doctor's long fingers twisted gently into Jack's hair. "Thought . . . thought we - were - ahh - taking care - oh, ohh - of . . . of each other."
"One at a time," Jack said, and swallowed the Doctor down.
He'd been brilliant at this, once. He was a little worried he might have lost the knack, but muscle memory was a wonderful thing. He didn't have to worry about relaxing the muscles in his throat. He could concentrate on the weight of the Doctor's cock on his tongue, the soft but firm texture, the salty flavor, the smell of sex and arousal, heavy in the air, and the sounds the Doctor was making: moans and low cries that sounded almost painful. Jack was swept away briefly by the certainty that no one else had ever seen the Doctor this vulnerable, this open. He was shuddering, hips thrusting under Jack's hands, and then he was coming, hands tightening painfully in Jack's hair.
Jack kept up a rhythm, increasingly gentle, until the Doctor lay mostly still, only twitching every now and then. Then he slid up the length of the Doctor's body and kissed him. He expected the Doctor to flinch at this - most people did, the first time - but he didn't. He lifted his head to kiss Jack back eagerly and Jack felt a little thrill go through him. He'd always judged the Doctor to be very vanilla, but maybe he'd be more willing to try new things than Jack thought. This was the Doctor, after all - he thrived on new experiences. For once, Jack might be able to show him a thing or two.
Jack gave into his earlier temptation now, with the Doctor soft and pliant in the afterglow. He nuzzled him under the ear, breathing in the scene of his skin and his hair, then spent some time nibbling at his earlobe.
He had a little pang then, missing the old Doctor's ears, but he quashed it. It wasn't quite like thinking of someone else during sex, he supposed, but it was close.
He dragged his lips slowly down the Doctor's neck to his collar bone, drinking in all the little sounds the Doctor made - sweet little gasps and wordless murmurs, different from the sounds he'd made when Jack had gone down on him, but still sexy as hell. Jack wondered if he could come just from this, just from kissing and licking the Doctor. As it was, it'd probably only take a stroke or two from his own hand -
He barely had time to finish that thought before he found himself flipped over, flat on his back, with the Doctor hovering over him. "One at a time," the Doctor said cheekily. He slithered down Jack's body, pulled Jack's trousers down, and took Jack's cock into his mouth - just the first couple of inches, no more - and held it there. Jack gasped and held his breath, until the Doctor's tongue moved, stroking firmly at the underside of Jack's cock. Jack breathed out in a helpless moan. Apparently encouraged, the Doctor slid his mouth down a bit further and then up again, settling into the steady rhythm Jack craved. Jack's fingers scrabbled helplessly at the kitchen floor before finally twisting into the Doctor's hair.
Jack tried to remember to breathe, tried not to come too soon, but it wasn't long at all before he felt the first sparks of orgasm in the tips of his fingers and toes, the small of his back, the bottoms of his feet. "Doctor," he managed, but the Doctor only increased his pace.
The orgasm he'd had by his own hand two days ago had felt good, cleansing. Baptism by water. This one felt like baptism by fire. It ripped through him almost painfully. He cried out and arched his back, and when he finally came back to himself he had a cramp in his foot from curling his toes in so hard. Not even that could bother him, especially when the Doctor took his foot in hand and began rubbing away the cramp, and then kept rubbing even once it was gone. He did the other foot, too, while Jack was still mostly insensible, and then lay down with his head on Jack's belly, nuzzling at the thin strip of hair on Jack's stomach.
Jack's hand felt like it weighed about a ton, but he managed to lift it to stroke the Doctor's hair. "Christ, Doctor, that was . . ." Jack searched for an appropriate word in his addled state. "Intense," he finished.
"Mmm," the Doctor said, lifting his head. "I caught the psychic backwash - tends to happen during intimate contact. I was worried about you for a bit, but the TARDIS seemed to think you were all right."
"Better than all right," Jack said, closing his eyes. It was the second time in four days he'd ended up lying half-conscious on the kitchen floor, he reflected, and yet the circumstances couldn't be more different. Part of him wanted to get up and find a bed so they could do it again - and other things, too, that weren't quite so convenient on the floor - but most of him couldn't even contemplate moving.
He felt a flicker of amusement in his head that wasn't his own - the TARDIS. Jack smiled and stretched, careful not to dislodge the Doctor. "Does it count as a threesome if there's a telepathic ship involved?" he wondered out loud.
The Doctor looked first startled, then unnerved. "I'm . . . not sure. I mean, TARDISes don't really have sex - I don't think - though blimey, I'm not sure that was ever studied, it would have been considered very unseemly back on Gallifrey. Time lords having sex was bad enough, we loomed most of our children - though obviously we can and did, we just preferred to pretend otherwise." He sat up, raked a hand through his hair, and cast a suspicious glance up at the ceiling. "Think I'd rather she not go poking her nose in where it doesn't belong, though," he added pointedly.
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've ever done," Jack said with a shrug. The truth was, he liked the idea. He wasn't quite sure why the Doctor didn't, but unless they intended to never have sex in the TARDIS again - which would be very disappointing to Jack - he was probably just going to have to get used to it.
"Well, we don't all have your range of experience," the Doctor said, in a tone that aimed for "dry," missed by a wide margin, and ended up at "uncertain."
Jack laid a hand on the Doctor's thigh. "You don't need it, either, apparently, because that was just about the most mind-blowing experience I've ever had." He sat up against the cabinets and put his arm around the Doctor's shoulders, drawing him closer. "And I want to have it again." He kissed the Doctor, then pulled back and smiled. "With or without psychic threesomes with your ship."
The Doctor quirked his lips. "And this is what you meant by taking care of each other?"
"Well, that was mostly a come-on. But it worked, didn't it?"
"Seems like." The Doctor kissed him lightly. "I want to do it again, too," he murmured against Jack's lips.
"Good," Jack said, relieved beyond measure. He pulled the Doctor closer still, so his head lay in the crook of Jack's neck. "So where to next?" he asked.
"I need some parts, so we should pick them up, and then . . ." The Doctor shrugged. "Thought we'd follow a mauve signal, see what happens. If you feel up to it."
"Right now, Doc?" Jack grinned. "I think we're up to anything."
Fin.
And that's all, folks. Thanks for reading and if you feel so inclined, please drop me a comment!
Author:
sahiyaPairing/Rating: NC-17, Jack/Ten
Word Count: 2100 this part; about 13,000 overall
Disclaimer: Not mine! They belong to Rusty and the BBC.
Summary: The TARDIS needs an overhaul. Jack needs a few days to put himself back together, physically and mentally. Even without a mortgage, it borders on domestic, but the Doctor's feet are mysteriously un-itchy about it.
Author's Note: Aaaand I'm in under the wire! This is a sequel to Atonement, which I posted here last month, and was written for the "Domesticity" challenge. Many thanks also to my beta reader,
fuzzyboo03. Please note that I've upped the rating - I got a bit more graphic than is my usual wont. Jack's POV is a bad influence, apparently.Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Jack was alone when he woke, tucked beneath his great coat, on the beach just after dawn. He sat up, watched the sun finish rising, and thought about nothing in particular - not about where they were going to go when the TARDIS was fixed, or what he was going to eat for breakfast, or even how he was going to convince the Doctor to bloody shag him already. Once the red and blue streaks had faded from the sky, he tossed off the blanket, shrugged into his coat, and stood. He brushed sand off his trousers and set off up the beach towards the TARDIS.
He was fitting his key into the lock when he realized that he had not once worried the Doctor might have left without him. Nor had he immediately looked to make sure the TARDIS was still there. He had simply taken it on faith that it would be.
The console room was empty, but the flicker of greeting from the TARDIS was much less sulky and the console itself was brighter. Jack wondered if the Doctor had done something in particular that morning to get himself into her good graces, or if she was simply feeling more herself. Either way, it didn't much surprise him to walk into the kitchen and find the Doctor standing at the counter, munching toast smeared with strawberry jam and slurping tea out of his favorite mug.
"Good morning," Jack said, making for the coffeepot.
"Good morning," the Doctor said, even more chirpily energetic than usual. "Toast? Jam? Cereal? Milk? Leftover goah? We seem to have everything."
"I take it you're back on Herself's good side?"
"Ah, er, yes, a bit." The Doctor smiled sheepishly over the rim of his teacup. "I took what you said under advisement and, well, groveled. Promised her regular systems checks and refuelings, no more forcing her to eek out one last trip so we wouldn't get stranded in the Vortex. Told her that without her I'd be an especially eccentric maths professor with an unfair advantage in obtaining tenure. And I said I'd find her new parts for a change, instead of making due with whatever I find marked down at the next galactic bazaar we stumble into."
Jack smiled. "Good."
"Yep." The Doctor bounced again, but his smile slipped a little. "Is that what you meant about taking better care of her?"
Jack shrugged. "Something like that."
"And you, Jack?" The Doctor set his teacup aside. He took a deep breath; his expression was strangely open for once, and Jack could see something happening behind his eyes, some decision being made. "How can I take better care of you?"
Jack eyed him. He had a tiny blob of jam at the corner of his mouth.
Jack decided to take a chance.
"I don't want you to take care of me," he said, and stepped forward to grasp the Doctor's hand. "I want us to take care of each other. Starting with this." He leaned in and delicately licked the blob of jam off the corner of the Doctor's mouth before kissing him and pressing him up against the counter. The Doctor stiffened and then, to Jack's surprise, melted. His hands slid around Jack's waist beneath his great coat.
"Jack," he whispered against Jack's lips.
"Shh," Jack murmured, because they were barely touching and he was hard as a rock and he didn't want to hear the Doctor tell him to stop. Though that didn't seem to be the Doctor's intention at all, actually. His hands were just as eager on Jack's belt and fly as Jack's were on his, and when Jack reached inside, wrapped his hand around the Doctor's length, and squeezed, the Doctor was only a beat behind.Three mutual strokes and Jack was gasping, his free hand scrabbling blindly at the Doctor's wrist to stop him.
"No, not like this," he said breathlessly.
"What? How?" The Doctor's hair was mussed, standing on end, his collar askew. Jack shoved aside the urge to kiss and lick every inch of his neck, to seek out all the secret spots that would reduce the Doctor to a quivering puddle of goo, and went to his knees, pulling the Doctor down with him.
"Here," Jack said. He tugged the Doctor's shirt out of his trousers, exposing an expanse of pale stomach. He yanked the trousers down over the Doctor's slim hips, bent his head, and brushed his lips over the delectable dip in the Doctor's hip. The scent of musk and alien pheromones sent a familiar jolt of white-hot heat to Jack's groin. He laved his tongue over the Doctor's hip and down, down.
The Doctor's long fingers twisted gently into Jack's hair. "Thought . . . thought we - were - ahh - taking care - oh, ohh - of . . . of each other."
"One at a time," Jack said, and swallowed the Doctor down.
He'd been brilliant at this, once. He was a little worried he might have lost the knack, but muscle memory was a wonderful thing. He didn't have to worry about relaxing the muscles in his throat. He could concentrate on the weight of the Doctor's cock on his tongue, the soft but firm texture, the salty flavor, the smell of sex and arousal, heavy in the air, and the sounds the Doctor was making: moans and low cries that sounded almost painful. Jack was swept away briefly by the certainty that no one else had ever seen the Doctor this vulnerable, this open. He was shuddering, hips thrusting under Jack's hands, and then he was coming, hands tightening painfully in Jack's hair.
Jack kept up a rhythm, increasingly gentle, until the Doctor lay mostly still, only twitching every now and then. Then he slid up the length of the Doctor's body and kissed him. He expected the Doctor to flinch at this - most people did, the first time - but he didn't. He lifted his head to kiss Jack back eagerly and Jack felt a little thrill go through him. He'd always judged the Doctor to be very vanilla, but maybe he'd be more willing to try new things than Jack thought. This was the Doctor, after all - he thrived on new experiences. For once, Jack might be able to show him a thing or two.
Jack gave into his earlier temptation now, with the Doctor soft and pliant in the afterglow. He nuzzled him under the ear, breathing in the scene of his skin and his hair, then spent some time nibbling at his earlobe.
He had a little pang then, missing the old Doctor's ears, but he quashed it. It wasn't quite like thinking of someone else during sex, he supposed, but it was close.
He dragged his lips slowly down the Doctor's neck to his collar bone, drinking in all the little sounds the Doctor made - sweet little gasps and wordless murmurs, different from the sounds he'd made when Jack had gone down on him, but still sexy as hell. Jack wondered if he could come just from this, just from kissing and licking the Doctor. As it was, it'd probably only take a stroke or two from his own hand -
He barely had time to finish that thought before he found himself flipped over, flat on his back, with the Doctor hovering over him. "One at a time," the Doctor said cheekily. He slithered down Jack's body, pulled Jack's trousers down, and took Jack's cock into his mouth - just the first couple of inches, no more - and held it there. Jack gasped and held his breath, until the Doctor's tongue moved, stroking firmly at the underside of Jack's cock. Jack breathed out in a helpless moan. Apparently encouraged, the Doctor slid his mouth down a bit further and then up again, settling into the steady rhythm Jack craved. Jack's fingers scrabbled helplessly at the kitchen floor before finally twisting into the Doctor's hair.
Jack tried to remember to breathe, tried not to come too soon, but it wasn't long at all before he felt the first sparks of orgasm in the tips of his fingers and toes, the small of his back, the bottoms of his feet. "Doctor," he managed, but the Doctor only increased his pace.
The orgasm he'd had by his own hand two days ago had felt good, cleansing. Baptism by water. This one felt like baptism by fire. It ripped through him almost painfully. He cried out and arched his back, and when he finally came back to himself he had a cramp in his foot from curling his toes in so hard. Not even that could bother him, especially when the Doctor took his foot in hand and began rubbing away the cramp, and then kept rubbing even once it was gone. He did the other foot, too, while Jack was still mostly insensible, and then lay down with his head on Jack's belly, nuzzling at the thin strip of hair on Jack's stomach.
Jack's hand felt like it weighed about a ton, but he managed to lift it to stroke the Doctor's hair. "Christ, Doctor, that was . . ." Jack searched for an appropriate word in his addled state. "Intense," he finished.
"Mmm," the Doctor said, lifting his head. "I caught the psychic backwash - tends to happen during intimate contact. I was worried about you for a bit, but the TARDIS seemed to think you were all right."
"Better than all right," Jack said, closing his eyes. It was the second time in four days he'd ended up lying half-conscious on the kitchen floor, he reflected, and yet the circumstances couldn't be more different. Part of him wanted to get up and find a bed so they could do it again - and other things, too, that weren't quite so convenient on the floor - but most of him couldn't even contemplate moving.
He felt a flicker of amusement in his head that wasn't his own - the TARDIS. Jack smiled and stretched, careful not to dislodge the Doctor. "Does it count as a threesome if there's a telepathic ship involved?" he wondered out loud.
The Doctor looked first startled, then unnerved. "I'm . . . not sure. I mean, TARDISes don't really have sex - I don't think - though blimey, I'm not sure that was ever studied, it would have been considered very unseemly back on Gallifrey. Time lords having sex was bad enough, we loomed most of our children - though obviously we can and did, we just preferred to pretend otherwise." He sat up, raked a hand through his hair, and cast a suspicious glance up at the ceiling. "Think I'd rather she not go poking her nose in where it doesn't belong, though," he added pointedly.
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've ever done," Jack said with a shrug. The truth was, he liked the idea. He wasn't quite sure why the Doctor didn't, but unless they intended to never have sex in the TARDIS again - which would be very disappointing to Jack - he was probably just going to have to get used to it.
"Well, we don't all have your range of experience," the Doctor said, in a tone that aimed for "dry," missed by a wide margin, and ended up at "uncertain."
Jack laid a hand on the Doctor's thigh. "You don't need it, either, apparently, because that was just about the most mind-blowing experience I've ever had." He sat up against the cabinets and put his arm around the Doctor's shoulders, drawing him closer. "And I want to have it again." He kissed the Doctor, then pulled back and smiled. "With or without psychic threesomes with your ship."
The Doctor quirked his lips. "And this is what you meant by taking care of each other?"
"Well, that was mostly a come-on. But it worked, didn't it?"
"Seems like." The Doctor kissed him lightly. "I want to do it again, too," he murmured against Jack's lips.
"Good," Jack said, relieved beyond measure. He pulled the Doctor closer still, so his head lay in the crook of Jack's neck. "So where to next?" he asked.
"I need some parts, so we should pick them up, and then . . ." The Doctor shrugged. "Thought we'd follow a mauve signal, see what happens. If you feel up to it."
"Right now, Doc?" Jack grinned. "I think we're up to anything."
Fin.
And that's all, folks. Thanks for reading and if you feel so inclined, please drop me a comment!
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I love the happy tone of this. Jack's not at all worried, even on an instinctual level, that the Doctor might have left him again; the trust is back. And the Doctor's ready to take that leap into the unknown and let his guard down fully with Jack. I love the concept of them looking after each other, because that's what they should be doing.
Great sequel to Atonement :)
Tiny typo you might want to fix: instead of making due with whatever I find <---- making do.
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Anyway, thanks! For the typo as well, that is in fact what I meant.
Love that our icons are the flipside of each other, heh.
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Thank you so much! I did worry a little bit about the TARDIS there at the end . . . I've read actual TARDIS sex and I must admit that it squicks me a bit. But she is psychic, so she'd know damn well what was going on, one must suppose . . .
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"Told her that without her I'd be an especially eccentric maths professor with an unfair advantage in obtaining tenure." This is funny and true - what an excellent line!
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It took me awhile to get that line right, but I think it might be my favorite in the whole fic.
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Very hot! And I'm happy this had a happy end. Threesome with TARDIS = win!
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And so was I. Remind me not to do that again.
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And yeah, probably. It's hard to write true Happy Endings in this 'verse and keep it realistic.
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I've been putting up reading the fic until it was completely posted. And I'm glad I waited, though my urge to resist nearly broke down several times, otherwise waiting for the next part would have driven me bonkers.
Thank you so much for such a lovely story. *blissed out*
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You have better self-control than I. Even when I know I should wait, I inevitably break down and read. More power to you!
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i agree with whoever said it's more or less a happily ever after, but will you be looking into this iwth another piece of fiction at any time?
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Not sure if I'll be following it up. I should write something more plotty one of these days . . . if I do, I might set it in this 'verse.
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I plan to write a lot more Doctor Who, and Jack/Doctor seems to have eaten my brain for some reason. I do want to write more in the Vorkosiverse crossover 'verse, but that seems to be a bit stalled out at the moment. Think maybe it requires more brainpower than I currently have to spare.
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Me too. Oh well, I hold out hope for 2010.
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I'm a total sucker for a happy ending. I'll write the sad ending if that's what the story calls for, but for these two especially, I'd rather it be happy than sad.
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