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shadowhive) wrote2024-12-17 12:52 am
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Reunited
Reunited
Pairing: Ben Bruce/Denis Stoff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, mindbreak, mentions of abuse
Notes: So I considered two prequel ideas for Ben and this is the second one, so it’s a continuation of that.
Ben walked through the corridor of the hotel, his eyes scanning over the numbers on the doors. He was getting pretty close to the one he was looking for, though he had to admit he was nervous.
He hadn’t expected that his trip to Finland had resulted in him opening up to a complete stranger, telling him things he’d never told anyone else before. Then again he’d not expected to see men clad in rubber either, or to lick said man’s boots.
Or see someone transform in front of him.
But it was the talking that had perhaps the greatest impact on him. He’d not expected it to be so… liberating to let everything out. He’d bottled up what had happened for so long, not telling anyone what Denis had done to him that he’d not realised just how much he’d needed to tell someone. It made him wish that he’d done it sooner, that maybe he should have told one of the guys. But then again maybe it was good hee told a complete stranger instead.
He shook thoughts from his head, stopping outside room 409. He knew that, beyond that door was the man that was his tormentor. He took a breath to steady himself, biting his lip. He knew that he could just leave, but at the same time he knew this was something he had to do.
He reached up, then knocked on the door. He waited as he heard movement behind it and he put on his best smile as the door opened. There, standing half naked was Denis. His hair was different and he had more tattoos now but it was definitely him. He looked annoyed for a moment, then smirked as he took him in. “Well, well, what do we have here?” He leered at Ben and he tried his best not to shudder.
“Hi Denis.” Ben kept his smile on his face, doing his best to look seductive. “I was in town and heard that you were playing, you guys put on a pretty good show.” He had no idea if that was true, he’d never even set foot in the venue.
“Well I’m glad you thought so, I’d thought it was decent enough.” He leaned against the door, looking him up and down. “But I assume you’re not here to discuss the gig.” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “Have you missed me pet?”
Ben swallowed, glancing to make sure the corridor was still empty before answering in a soft voice. “Yes sir I did.” He hated himself for saying the words, but he knew that they were necessary. “Seeing you up on stage reminded me just how much I did.”
Denis leaned back, looking pleased with himself. “I should slam the door in your face for you backing up the others and getting me kicked out of Asking. But I just can’t resist the sight of you like this.” He looked like he was about to step aside to let him in but then he stopped himself. “If you want me, prove it. Get on your knees and beg.”
“Here?” Ben asked, the nerves returning again at the thought of doing it.
“Yes. Get on your knees and beg for me, or you can fuck off and jerk off that pathetic excuse of a cock to the memory of seeing me.” He licked his lips and Ben knew that the thought of either was getting him off. “So what’s it to be?”
Ben swallowed his pride and sank down, setting his bag beside him as he got to his knees outside his door. Fuck, he hoped no one would see him like this. “Please sir. I want to serve you and your cock. I know I don’t deserve it, but please.” Denis didn’t move and he bowed his head, taking a moment effort continuing. “Please sir, I want your cock. Down my throat, up my arse, wherever you want it. I’ll do anything even if I could just see it again.”
Denis snorted at that then chuckled and Ben risked looking up again. “That’ll do. Now, get up bitch and get inside.”
“Thank you sir.” Ben got up off his feet, glad for that and he picked his bag back up, slipping into the room. Denis closed the door behind them, then shoved him against the wall, kissing him roughly. Ben was glad he didn’t use his tongue and that it only lasted a few moments, but it was enough to make him shudder.
“So slut, what’s in that bag of yours?” He asked as soon as he stepped away from him, his eyes on the messenger bag over his shoulder.
“I… it’s something I saw that I think you should wear. That I think you’d look good in.” Ben lifted the bag off his shoulder and Denis instantly snatched it from him, sitting on the bed and dumping the contents over it. Ben was glad that he only had one thing in there, the black rubber suit that now was spread across the sheets.
It was a gift from Jyrki, the same one that Pi had worn.
“Huh, rubber.” Denis looked over the material in interest, trailing a finger over the material before returning his attention to Ben. “And what’s in it for me if I do hmm?”
Ben considered for a moment, trying to think of something he could say that would satisfy him. He could offer to debase himself more, which he already loathed doing, but saw as a means to an end. However something else came to mind, something he thought that Denis would want more than simply him promising to do something perverted for him.
“Asking are planning a big tour next year. They’ve still not settled on supports, I’ll get them to put The Serpent’s Tears in the line up.” Ben had no idea if the others were doing anything like that, but then it didn’t matter either way. He caught sight of a glint in Denis’ eye and he could tell it had worked. “You’ll be able to play in front of thousands of people, all across America. It’s what you deserve sir, to have all those people watch you play.”
“You’re right, it is what I deserve.” He grinned, reaching up d cupping Ben’s chin. “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses about that.” He kissed him again, this time his tongue lapping at his at his mouth. Ben parted his lips, closing his eyes and letting it slip inside, doing his best to stop himself from biting at it. Denis throughly explored his mouth, then pulled back, a broad grin across his face. “Alright I’ll indulge you. Just be a good pet, strip off and get on your knees when I’m done.”
“Yes sir.” Ben replied softly, bowing his head. “Thank you.”
Denis moved away from him then and he caught sight of him undoing his flies before focussing on undressing himself. By the time Ben had removed his jacket and t-shirt Denis was fully naked and Ben stopped to watch as him.
He got the suit off the bed examined it for a moment before slipping his legs inside the rubber, pulling it up over them. He watched as Denis continued to pull it over his chest, slipping his arms one at a time into the tight black material. Ben had to admit that the shiny black rubber did look good on him. “There, what do you think? That it looks as good as you expected slut?”
Ben did his best to hide a smirk, because clearly Denis hadn’t realised that the opening down the front of the suit had gone. “It looks really good on you sir.” Ben stepped closer to him, running his fingers along the smooth rubber. “There’s just one more thing.”
“And what’s that?” Denis asked with a raised eyebrow.
“This.” Ben reached behind him and pulled the hood of the suit up and over his head.
“What the fu…” Denis exclaimed as he did it, but Ben was too fast, able to cover his head before he had the chance to finish his words. As soon as the hood met the rest of the suit he saw the edges meld together, the whole thing becoming a solid piece of rubber.
Ben took a few steps back, admiring what he had done and he was amused at the sight of him. Denis was struggling, his hands running over his neck, trying to grasp edges of the suit that no longer existed. Then he tried to feel along his chest, trying to find the opening that had been there, again futilely. Then all of a sudden he stopped, his arms moving to his sides.
Ben thought about what Jyrki told him, about what was going on under the rubber now. He knew that Denis was being gagged by the rubber and he could just picture how it was stretching his lips and filling his mouth. He also knew that the rubber was invading his ass, filling him like a plug and starting to fill him up. That thought gave him a kind of perverse glee as Denis had told him he’d never had anything up his ass and he suspected that hadn’t changed in the intervening years.
“I don’t know if you can hear me Denis, but I’m going to say this anyway.“ Ben took a breath to steady himself before continuing. “The time of you being in Asking was some of the worst of my life. You were arrogant, selfish, entitled but worst of all you were abusive. For the longest time I blamed myself for the things you did to me, but I know now it’s not my fault, that it’s all down to you.”
He paused again as he could feel himself shaking and he knew that it was not worth it. “This is no ordinary suit. There’s no way for you to remove it and I’m sure you already can feel it work its way inside you. Maybe you can already feel it dripping down your throat or your ass.” He smirked at the image. “By the time it’s done there will not be any of you left, all you’ll be is mindless and obedient, willing to serve me. I think that’s fitting don’t you?” He reached for Denis’ chin, making him nod his head. “Good boy!” Ben grinned in amusement, then let go. “Once we are back at your new home the rubber will stay on you permenant lay and I’ll never have to see your face ever again. I think that’s fitting too that all you want is to be onstage and now you never will again. All you’ll see is me.” He smirked, stroking his rubber clad face, before pulling away.
Ben sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down between his legs and undoing the zipper of his fly, pushing his underwear down so he could free his dick. He’d found that the sight of Denis becoming covered in rubber had made him hard, so he took himself in hand and started stroking, his eyes on him.
He thought about what was going on under the black, shiny rubber, how the other man’s mind was emptying away, not that it was a great loss to the world. He thought of how his virgin holes were being filled and stretched, how his empty mind was coming to love the sensation. Soon the only thoughts in his head would be a love of being filled and complete obedience.
He stroked himself a little faster, knowing that soon he’d be able to make him pay for all the things he’d done. Perhaps he’d let the others know too, after all he had screwed over the band with his selfish arrogance, even though he’d got the worst of it.
No. They wouldn’t understand. This would be his thing alone.
He could feel his orgasm building and so he got up, taking a few steps over to him, staring at the mindless rubber figure that was before him. Ben let out a gasp and then he came, spilling across the rubber suit.
Yeah, this would be his little secret.
***
A few days later he was on his plane back home. Seated beside him was Denis, his eyes lidded. He’d been sleeping the whole flight, ever since Ben had whispered the command in his ear. He’d been pleased at how it had worked, just as Jyrki had said it would.
Beneath his clothes he was still wearing the rubber suit, which ended at his neck. The hood was stuffed in a pocket in Ben’s bag, ready to go back on the moment they were alone. Personally he’d be glad for that. He hated the necessity of having his face free to travel, but he wasn’t sure how else he’d be able to get him back.
***
Once the taxi driver that dropped him off was gone he pulled out the hood, pulling it over Denis’ head. “Thank fuck I won’t have to see your face again.” Ben growled the words and, once the rubber was sealed back in place he went back to the door, opening it up. “Follow.”
He wheeled his suitcase and set it and his bag in the corridor. Then he closed the door behind them. “Remove those ridiculous fucking clothes.” Denis did exactly that, removing the jacket and shirt he wore over the suit, then his shoes and jeans. He definitely looked better now he’d shed them.
“Now follow me to your new home.” Ben led him downstairs, into the basement of his new home. He’d gotten the place when he’d decided to leave Asking and he’d considered making the basement into some kind of private space. At first hee considered making it into a recording studio, but before he’d left on his trip he’d considered making it into a room where he could have sex with people. His… encounter with Jyrki had convinced him of that. There wasn’t much there now, just a bed and a few other furnishings, but that would soon change.
“This is your new home.“ He gestured to the wall opposite from where they’d entered. “There you will stay, until I decide to have use for you.”
Denis moved there wordlessly, until he was stood against the wall, turning to face him before stilling. Then without another word he turned the light off, leaving him there in the darkness where he belonged.
Pairing: Ben Bruce/Denis Stoff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, mindbreak, mentions of abuse
Notes: So I considered two prequel ideas for Ben and this is the second one, so it’s a continuation of that.
Ben walked through the corridor of the hotel, his eyes scanning over the numbers on the doors. He was getting pretty close to the one he was looking for, though he had to admit he was nervous.
He hadn’t expected that his trip to Finland had resulted in him opening up to a complete stranger, telling him things he’d never told anyone else before. Then again he’d not expected to see men clad in rubber either, or to lick said man’s boots.
Or see someone transform in front of him.
But it was the talking that had perhaps the greatest impact on him. He’d not expected it to be so… liberating to let everything out. He’d bottled up what had happened for so long, not telling anyone what Denis had done to him that he’d not realised just how much he’d needed to tell someone. It made him wish that he’d done it sooner, that maybe he should have told one of the guys. But then again maybe it was good hee told a complete stranger instead.
He shook thoughts from his head, stopping outside room 409. He knew that, beyond that door was the man that was his tormentor. He took a breath to steady himself, biting his lip. He knew that he could just leave, but at the same time he knew this was something he had to do.
He reached up, then knocked on the door. He waited as he heard movement behind it and he put on his best smile as the door opened. There, standing half naked was Denis. His hair was different and he had more tattoos now but it was definitely him. He looked annoyed for a moment, then smirked as he took him in. “Well, well, what do we have here?” He leered at Ben and he tried his best not to shudder.
“Hi Denis.” Ben kept his smile on his face, doing his best to look seductive. “I was in town and heard that you were playing, you guys put on a pretty good show.” He had no idea if that was true, he’d never even set foot in the venue.
“Well I’m glad you thought so, I’d thought it was decent enough.” He leaned against the door, looking him up and down. “But I assume you’re not here to discuss the gig.” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “Have you missed me pet?”
Ben swallowed, glancing to make sure the corridor was still empty before answering in a soft voice. “Yes sir I did.” He hated himself for saying the words, but he knew that they were necessary. “Seeing you up on stage reminded me just how much I did.”
Denis leaned back, looking pleased with himself. “I should slam the door in your face for you backing up the others and getting me kicked out of Asking. But I just can’t resist the sight of you like this.” He looked like he was about to step aside to let him in but then he stopped himself. “If you want me, prove it. Get on your knees and beg.”
“Here?” Ben asked, the nerves returning again at the thought of doing it.
“Yes. Get on your knees and beg for me, or you can fuck off and jerk off that pathetic excuse of a cock to the memory of seeing me.” He licked his lips and Ben knew that the thought of either was getting him off. “So what’s it to be?”
Ben swallowed his pride and sank down, setting his bag beside him as he got to his knees outside his door. Fuck, he hoped no one would see him like this. “Please sir. I want to serve you and your cock. I know I don’t deserve it, but please.” Denis didn’t move and he bowed his head, taking a moment effort continuing. “Please sir, I want your cock. Down my throat, up my arse, wherever you want it. I’ll do anything even if I could just see it again.”
Denis snorted at that then chuckled and Ben risked looking up again. “That’ll do. Now, get up bitch and get inside.”
“Thank you sir.” Ben got up off his feet, glad for that and he picked his bag back up, slipping into the room. Denis closed the door behind them, then shoved him against the wall, kissing him roughly. Ben was glad he didn’t use his tongue and that it only lasted a few moments, but it was enough to make him shudder.
“So slut, what’s in that bag of yours?” He asked as soon as he stepped away from him, his eyes on the messenger bag over his shoulder.
“I… it’s something I saw that I think you should wear. That I think you’d look good in.” Ben lifted the bag off his shoulder and Denis instantly snatched it from him, sitting on the bed and dumping the contents over it. Ben was glad that he only had one thing in there, the black rubber suit that now was spread across the sheets.
It was a gift from Jyrki, the same one that Pi had worn.
“Huh, rubber.” Denis looked over the material in interest, trailing a finger over the material before returning his attention to Ben. “And what’s in it for me if I do hmm?”
Ben considered for a moment, trying to think of something he could say that would satisfy him. He could offer to debase himself more, which he already loathed doing, but saw as a means to an end. However something else came to mind, something he thought that Denis would want more than simply him promising to do something perverted for him.
“Asking are planning a big tour next year. They’ve still not settled on supports, I’ll get them to put The Serpent’s Tears in the line up.” Ben had no idea if the others were doing anything like that, but then it didn’t matter either way. He caught sight of a glint in Denis’ eye and he could tell it had worked. “You’ll be able to play in front of thousands of people, all across America. It’s what you deserve sir, to have all those people watch you play.”
“You’re right, it is what I deserve.” He grinned, reaching up d cupping Ben’s chin. “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses about that.” He kissed him again, this time his tongue lapping at his at his mouth. Ben parted his lips, closing his eyes and letting it slip inside, doing his best to stop himself from biting at it. Denis throughly explored his mouth, then pulled back, a broad grin across his face. “Alright I’ll indulge you. Just be a good pet, strip off and get on your knees when I’m done.”
“Yes sir.” Ben replied softly, bowing his head. “Thank you.”
Denis moved away from him then and he caught sight of him undoing his flies before focussing on undressing himself. By the time Ben had removed his jacket and t-shirt Denis was fully naked and Ben stopped to watch as him.
He got the suit off the bed examined it for a moment before slipping his legs inside the rubber, pulling it up over them. He watched as Denis continued to pull it over his chest, slipping his arms one at a time into the tight black material. Ben had to admit that the shiny black rubber did look good on him. “There, what do you think? That it looks as good as you expected slut?”
Ben did his best to hide a smirk, because clearly Denis hadn’t realised that the opening down the front of the suit had gone. “It looks really good on you sir.” Ben stepped closer to him, running his fingers along the smooth rubber. “There’s just one more thing.”
“And what’s that?” Denis asked with a raised eyebrow.
“This.” Ben reached behind him and pulled the hood of the suit up and over his head.
“What the fu…” Denis exclaimed as he did it, but Ben was too fast, able to cover his head before he had the chance to finish his words. As soon as the hood met the rest of the suit he saw the edges meld together, the whole thing becoming a solid piece of rubber.
Ben took a few steps back, admiring what he had done and he was amused at the sight of him. Denis was struggling, his hands running over his neck, trying to grasp edges of the suit that no longer existed. Then he tried to feel along his chest, trying to find the opening that had been there, again futilely. Then all of a sudden he stopped, his arms moving to his sides.
Ben thought about what Jyrki told him, about what was going on under the rubber now. He knew that Denis was being gagged by the rubber and he could just picture how it was stretching his lips and filling his mouth. He also knew that the rubber was invading his ass, filling him like a plug and starting to fill him up. That thought gave him a kind of perverse glee as Denis had told him he’d never had anything up his ass and he suspected that hadn’t changed in the intervening years.
“I don’t know if you can hear me Denis, but I’m going to say this anyway.“ Ben took a breath to steady himself before continuing. “The time of you being in Asking was some of the worst of my life. You were arrogant, selfish, entitled but worst of all you were abusive. For the longest time I blamed myself for the things you did to me, but I know now it’s not my fault, that it’s all down to you.”
He paused again as he could feel himself shaking and he knew that it was not worth it. “This is no ordinary suit. There’s no way for you to remove it and I’m sure you already can feel it work its way inside you. Maybe you can already feel it dripping down your throat or your ass.” He smirked at the image. “By the time it’s done there will not be any of you left, all you’ll be is mindless and obedient, willing to serve me. I think that’s fitting don’t you?” He reached for Denis’ chin, making him nod his head. “Good boy!” Ben grinned in amusement, then let go. “Once we are back at your new home the rubber will stay on you permenant lay and I’ll never have to see your face ever again. I think that’s fitting too that all you want is to be onstage and now you never will again. All you’ll see is me.” He smirked, stroking his rubber clad face, before pulling away.
Ben sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down between his legs and undoing the zipper of his fly, pushing his underwear down so he could free his dick. He’d found that the sight of Denis becoming covered in rubber had made him hard, so he took himself in hand and started stroking, his eyes on him.
He thought about what was going on under the black, shiny rubber, how the other man’s mind was emptying away, not that it was a great loss to the world. He thought of how his virgin holes were being filled and stretched, how his empty mind was coming to love the sensation. Soon the only thoughts in his head would be a love of being filled and complete obedience.
He stroked himself a little faster, knowing that soon he’d be able to make him pay for all the things he’d done. Perhaps he’d let the others know too, after all he had screwed over the band with his selfish arrogance, even though he’d got the worst of it.
No. They wouldn’t understand. This would be his thing alone.
He could feel his orgasm building and so he got up, taking a few steps over to him, staring at the mindless rubber figure that was before him. Ben let out a gasp and then he came, spilling across the rubber suit.
Yeah, this would be his little secret.
***
A few days later he was on his plane back home. Seated beside him was Denis, his eyes lidded. He’d been sleeping the whole flight, ever since Ben had whispered the command in his ear. He’d been pleased at how it had worked, just as Jyrki had said it would.
Beneath his clothes he was still wearing the rubber suit, which ended at his neck. The hood was stuffed in a pocket in Ben’s bag, ready to go back on the moment they were alone. Personally he’d be glad for that. He hated the necessity of having his face free to travel, but he wasn’t sure how else he’d be able to get him back.
***
Once the taxi driver that dropped him off was gone he pulled out the hood, pulling it over Denis’ head. “Thank fuck I won’t have to see your face again.” Ben growled the words and, once the rubber was sealed back in place he went back to the door, opening it up. “Follow.”
He wheeled his suitcase and set it and his bag in the corridor. Then he closed the door behind them. “Remove those ridiculous fucking clothes.” Denis did exactly that, removing the jacket and shirt he wore over the suit, then his shoes and jeans. He definitely looked better now he’d shed them.
“Now follow me to your new home.” Ben led him downstairs, into the basement of his new home. He’d gotten the place when he’d decided to leave Asking and he’d considered making the basement into some kind of private space. At first hee considered making it into a recording studio, but before he’d left on his trip he’d considered making it into a room where he could have sex with people. His… encounter with Jyrki had convinced him of that. There wasn’t much there now, just a bed and a few other furnishings, but that would soon change.
“This is your new home.“ He gestured to the wall opposite from where they’d entered. “There you will stay, until I decide to have use for you.”
Denis moved there wordlessly, until he was stood against the wall, turning to face him before stilling. Then without another word he turned the light off, leaving him there in the darkness where he belonged.
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You could really see how uncomfortable he was at meeting with Denis, even several years after all the shit went down, and it says a lot that the two just slipped back into their previous 'roles', even if Ben's was somewhat of a facade. Denis was just instantly on the offensive and was so smug, instantly just thinking he can just walk all over Ben once again.
And the way how Ben was just massively uncomfortable with being on his knees, kissing Denis, ect. I get the impression he'd have been uncomfortable even back when it was happening for the first time, so I suppose it all gets amplified on this occasion.
I find it funny that Ben just offers Denis the chance to tour with Asking. It's funny because I think he probably doesn't keep track of the band and probably doesn't know Ben has left! (Side note, it would never happen but god I'd kill for that in the hope of hearing some of the songs from The Black live ahah)
As soon as the suit comes out, I just knew Denis was fucked. And I liked how he put it on and nothing immediately changed at first...and Denis is just stood there like "ok what now" and then I loved how it just took control, and there's that desperation of him clawing at the rubber trying to get it off before just...nothingness and I loved how you could just see his brain switch off!!
And then he just complies immediately and it's all over. I loved Ben's disgust at having to look at his face on the plane ride back before they get home and he never has to look at him again. I absolutely adore how he's just decided that the previously 'unassigned' space is now going to be for Denis, and I love he briefly ponders sharing him with the other Asking guys before deciding he's just going to be his own special pet ♥
Loved this and sorry it took me so long to comment
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Yeah the whole thing was so uncomfortable for him so I’m glad it came through, but he also knew it was necessary. Slipping back into the role, even as a facade, was probably easier than Ben would have liked. Whereas Denis was the same he was back then!
I think you’re definitely right there.
Heh you’re probably right! And he’d not have guessed he had either cause of Ben’s wording. Ohh do they not play any from it now?
Yeah! I love that Ben (and us!) know what will happen to him but he has no clue. And yeah I love the desperation until it tookhold enough to make him just… stop like that.😏 I really love that!
It really is! I had that image since I put him in Ben’s basement, with him in rubber under his regular clothes on the trip. And hee yeah I loved Bens thoughts on his face being hidden. Yeah! He probably would have done something ‘boring’ with it if it wasn’t for Jyrki’s exhibit! Now though😏 yeah! He might have shared eventually but then, of course, he hears about Danny acting up so…
I’m glad! And that’s ok I know this time of year is busy so I’m glad you were able to read/like
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Yeah I can imagine it was probably more uncomfortable for him because it was so easy for him to do? You can really see Denis just hasn't changed either.
No, they haven't played anything from The Black since Danny came back. They don't really acknowledge it. It's funny because when Danny came back he was waving his dick round like "I'll sing songs from The Black, I don't care" when he has a completely different range to Denis. Man doesn't have a hope in hell at hitting some of the notes that Denis did 😂 Similarly Denis couldn't do some of Danny's songs...the two of them have very different clean ranges. (Although I'd love to hear Danny do Just A Slave To Rock And Roll tho, his voice would fit it so well)
Yeah the way he just stopped was 👀
It's a good image, his true self hidden underneath clothes.
God I have had the week from hell, you would not believe haha
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Yeah I think when he thinks about it later that really gets to him too. And yeah he’s really not
Oh that’s interesting! I wonder if it’s cause they don’t want the association with Denis or if it’s like you say, that Danny can’t do them as well. (Now I’ll have to look that song up.)
It really was👀
Exactly!
Oh no, I’m sorry! I can relate to having a bad week (damn sickness) so you have my sympathies😔
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I always say "this is the worst Christmas in work ever" but every year seems to surpass it. Hah.
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