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Summer of Love	By : rvanv Category: 1 through F > Brokeback Mountain Views: 3123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jack Twist and Ennis Del Mar have spent barely two weeks together on Brokeback Mountain. Well, not exactly together, because Ennis tends to the camp while Jack minds the sheep. Sometimes Ennis takes a break, just stands there in the camp watching Jack off in the distance. Jack� acting like some god up there on Olympus, sitting straight on his horse, lording it over his flock of sheep. A smile flickers across Ennis�s boyish face. This is the same Jack who can�t really even handle his own horse, the mare with the low startle point. Some god. Not only that, to Ennis in the camp, Jack appears no bigger than a sheep. Then again, there are a thousand of those sheep, but only one Jack. Only one.
The sun catches the freckles on Ennis�s fair, upturned face, the sandy hair that strays from beneath his cowboy hat. Not even twenty, he stands tall in his boots, worn through though they are. He is tall� yet too innocent to be a man.
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Ennis looks forward to suppertime, when Jack returns to camp to eat and spend the evening with him. Ennis never says much but enjoys himself all the same. How could he not, with Jack�s outrageous stories about being a rodeo cowboy? Ennis�s favorite time so far was when he told Jack about his father�s conviction that rodeo cowboys were all fuck-ups. It had taken an extra few beers for Ennis to work up the nerve to say that. After all, how would Jack take it? Jack� not quite a friend yet� or was he? Ennis wasn�t sure how to tell if he had a friend. Hard to do when you don�t talk. Hard to do when you don�t trust anyone.
�The hell they are,� Jack replied with equally drunken, feigned indignation. Jack Twist was a demonstrative man, though, and he surprised Ennis with an impromptu re-enactment of a cowboy on a madly whirling bull, waving to the crowd, waving to the girls, and finally getting thrown. Jack fell with comic abandon into their pots and pans, causing quite a din� and quite a sight.
Ennis applauded the performance with a hearty slap to both knees. �I think my daddy was right,� he laughed, raising his beer for emphasis. Fuck-up or not, the truth or fiction of Jack�s tales notwithstanding, this rodeo cowboy impresses Ennis. How does Jack do that� bein� all free an� easy an� havin� fun. Like he was born ta do it. Damn, I really� I really like this guy! Ennis�s rare, boisterous laugh brought Jack a satisfaction he couldn�t quite get a handle on, but he knew his bull-riding antics had been well worth the effort. When Ennis laughs� man, son of a bitch ain�t no older �n me� but don�t he look just like a little boy when he�s happy?
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As the days go by, the sheep move farther out to pasture, and Jack finds his rides between camp and where the sheep are grazing take more and more time. �Tell ya what, friend,� he grumbles to Ennis one evening after supper, �takes me four hours�four, count �em!�ridin� out ta them goddamned woolies.� He looks longingly at Ennis�s tent near the campfire. Plenty a room for two men in there, that�s for sure. �That Aguirre, man, motherfucker got no right makin� me sleep out there.�
Ennis wonders how bad it can be. Maybe that tent�s small an� all, but out there� out there ya can see the stars. Jack just likes ta bitch, can�t be as bad as he says, can it? An� ridin�� hell, ain�t nothin� wrong with bein� on a horse, could spend my life on a horse. Ennis thinks a bit and says, �I wouldn�t mind sleepin� out there. Ya know, with them sheep� makin� sure them fuckin� coyotes don�t get �em.�
�Look, Ennis, that ain�t the point,� Jack says matter-of-factly. �We both ought ta be sleepin� in the goddamn camp. Don�t ya think?� Well no, don�t suppose he does, bein� all quiet an� private like he is. But can�t hurt ta try.
�Wouldn�t mind it,� Ennis repeats. What the hell? A job�s a job, ain�t always pretty, but that�s just life, ain�t it? Besides, as much as Jack has become a friend, as much as Ennis yearns for his company at suppertime, Ennis likes the privacy of the tent, where he can dream freely of things a nineteen-year-old boy engaged to be married might dream about, where he can take cock in hand to make those dreams a reality, if only for a few moments. All I need is Jack in there� can�t jerk off with another guy in the goddamned tent!
�Well� okay,� Jack agrees to Ennis�s offer. Guy�s got ta be crazy, wantin� ta spend all that time ridin� back an� forth. �Can�t cook a lick, though. Whatever�s in the can is goin� ta come out a the can same way it went in, only I�ll heat it up. That okay with you?� Ennis nods. �Don�t make a difference ta me. Ain�t exactly fine dinin� I been servin� up.�
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Spending his days in camp and knowing how tiring the commute must be, Jack makes an extra effort to move fast and show off for Ennis, to show off for this man who is so tall yet who occupies his space so demurely. Jack has seen Ennis�s type before, the kind of man who makes every effort to avoid being noticed. When someone tries to engage him in social activity, so often the consequences are awkward if not downright unpleasant. Jack remembers their first day together, from the moment he had first laid eyes on Ennis Del Mar.
Jack had sensed Ennis�s initial surprise�no, dismay�that there would be two of them up on the mountain. Just one afternoon in a bar trying to get to know Ennis, only the basics� well, Jack could tell Ennis felt enough out of place as it was and considered the presence of another man to be a threat he didn�t need. Jack took to the challenge of prodding Ennis to talk, at least not to be downright boorish, defensive or hostile. Goin� ta make that fucker talk� for his own good if nothin� else. Ain�t healthy for a man ta keep it all pent up, his thoughts. To his gratification and, it seems, to Ennis�s unexpected though measured pleasure, Jack has succeeded with the basics. The two men have became friends.
Jack has dropped his guard as they have come to trust one another more and more, and he is ever more comfortable putting on his little performances for Ennis. It is obvious to Jack that Ennis appreciates him for who he is, no more and no less. But something else has been happening as of late, something just below the surface that Jack neither expected nor understands. His new feelings make him uncomfortable, because suddenly he doesn�t know how to defend himself. How come I keep wantin� ta look at him� look at him when I don�t think he�s lookin� back. Ain�t polite ta stare, but hell, there�s somethin� �bout Ennis� somethin� makes me want ta just sit an� look at him.
What Jack Twist is coming to realize is that he needs in the worst way to have Ennis Del Mar touch him. He needs to be touched where he is a man most. He needs his friend to touch the cock that swells whenever Ennis is bathing and Jack tries not to watch. It shouldn�t be a big deal, men bathing together naked�as boys they had both done it at this or that swimming hole plenty of times�but their budding friendship with its unexpected, unfamiliar intimacy seems to demand a certain discretion.
So Jack tries to keep his glances casual and in the context of their chatter as Ennis sits just a couple of feet away on a log, takes his boots off and unbuttons his shirt. Ennis�s undershirt comes off, and Jack swallows when he notices the wispy blond hair in his armpits. With his eye on his friend�s pale, muscular chest with its smattering of blond curls and fine hair swirling around the rosy nipples, Jack asks about this or that in the hope that Ennis might linger. Well, don�t matter that he�s takin� his clothes off, now does it? I want ta hear �bout them sheep, �bout whether he killed any more coyotes. After all, I�m part a this ranchin� operation too. This affords Jack more time to admire the hair trailing down to the blond�s navel and disappearing behind his belt to� well, Jack can only imagine, and much to his consternation he does. Ennis is saying something about shooting a coyote with balls as big as apples. �Balls as big as apples, huh?� Jack repeats. He hopes the movement of his cigarette and its swirling smoke will mask his glance at Ennis�s crotch.
He watches Ennis get up and wander off with the steaming pail of water, takes in what he can of the man�s animal grace� broad, strong back so sinuous above that tight butt packed into faded denim. A few minutes later and there Ennis is, off at a distance with the bucket of hot water, and Jack feels a twinge in his groin, his side vision noting each move as Ennis steps out of his jeans. Jack knows that like himself Ennis doesn�t wear undershorts, and his own cock unfurls against his tight jeans as soon as he realizes the other man is completely naked. Jack relishes the split second when he imagines Ennis�s dick flopping about as he squats to wash himself.
As Ennis bathes, Jack distractedly tends to supper, peeling potatoes or opening cans of food. His Adam�s apple bobs guiltily beneath his flushed face, his cigarette balanced precariously on his lower lip. He thinks about his best friend in the warm sun there slopping that washcloth all over his body� all� over. Scrubbing the grit from his face, neck and arms� splashing the hot water into his armpits and onto his chest� letting the soapy water trickle down his hard stomach into his pubic hair� vigorously cleansing the piss, sweat and musk from his dick and balls, maybe spending a minute or two longer than necessary down there� like any nineteen-year-old boy might� just maybe?� finally reaching around to wash his ass.
This is why Jack never takes up Ennis�s offer to share the hot water: he is hard as can be, sitting there wondering what the other man�s dick looks like� what it looks like soft� what it looks like hard� whether it has a few freckles on it like Ennis�s face� whether the hair around it is as light as the hair on his head. Goddamn inconvenient, havin� a boner like this, ain�t it? Sure wouldn�t mind washin� up myself before supper, but� hell, my fuckin� dick�d be halfway down my leg if I stood up. Even so, despite his new, sublime feelings for Ennis, despite the warnings posed by his inevitable erections, Jack tries to believe he is just appreciating Ennis in his naked beauty as a fellow creature of the Maker.
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One time early on, Jack did agree to bathe after Ennis. He remembers how his breathing quickened as he approached his naked friend. Ennis stepped aside with his towel and invited Jack to take the pail away. Jack swallowed hard and turned red as he reached for the bucket� the flurried vision of Ennis drying off only a few feet away� the flashes of pale penis and tawny pubic hair amidst the damp terrycloth as Ennis whipped the towel around.
With his partner right there, Ennis modestly turned around, allowing Jack to gaze safely for a minute at the man who was little by little becoming something more than a friend. Jack stared at Ennis�s wet hair, at his strong neck and freckled shoulders, at the broad back that curved so magnificently into his muscular white buttocks. Fuckin� guy ain�t got a ounce a fat on him� built like an ox though, ain�t he? Jack didn�t understand why, but he was mesmerized by the other man�s smooth ass and its mysterious crack. Don�t really matter ta me� everone�s got a butt, after all, Jack told himself. Ennis is just� he�s just handsome is all. An� ain�t nothin� wrong with mindin� your friends� carin� �bout what they�re doin� an� all. Lifting a leg to dry a foot, Ennis leaned forward, and Jack got a good shot of his balls� real low-hangers they were� the blond hairs on them radiant in the sun. Damn� them�s big� them� them balls a his. Jack unwittingly licked his lips. He wished that towel were in his hands, that he were on his knees before Ennis gently drying him off like a parent with a child after a bath, that he could raise the towel to his face and wallow in the dampness scented by the other man. Bet he smells nice. Uses the same soap as me� but I bet he smells different �n� me. Smells like� like what? Like a daisy? Nope, guys don�t smell like flowers. Smells like grass maybe or hay� maybe like fresh hay?
Pail in hand, Jack hurried away from Ennis, the water sloshing and wetting his jeans. When Jack pulled his own pants down, his dick was as hard as could be and popped right up. He realized he was standing so that Ennis could see him in profile if he were looking in that direction. Fuck me, what am I doin� with a boner� an� showin� it ta Ennis? Christ! In a panic Jack turned his back on the other man to examine his condition. The tip was glazed with desire. Nonetheless, he had to perform his ablutions with an erection that needed relief but that he couldn�t do anything about right then. He felt hot, wondered if his friend was indeed watching him, if Ennis was admiring his naked ass. That made Jack only harder. And bold. Squatting with the washcloth in hand, he spread his legs wide to provide Ennis a clear view of his balls from behind in case he was watching� in case the other man found Jack to be a creature worthy of observation too.
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Jack diligently pursues fantasies about Ennis that are overtly heterosexual. No danger there. Bet that boy daydreams �bout that fiancee a his a lot, don�t he? Yep, big healthy fella like Ennis an� his pretty little girlfriend? Umhmm. Jack wonders how often his buddy gets a hard-on and just what he does about it. He likes to imagine Ennis lying naked on his back out there in the sunny meadow, one big, rough hand cupping his balls or wandering over his chest while the other strokes his dick. Or Ennis at night face down in the pup tent, whispering his fiancee�s name and writhing around, rubbing his dick on the blanket until he can�t go back, barely getting his big hand under his groin in time to catch the hot spurts of jizz. Ennis is so serious about tending the sheep that the very idea of the flock straying while he performs this manly mischief greatly enhances Jack�s fantasies.
Sometimes he wishes Ennis would notice his boner, so they could just get it over with, one way or the other. That�s what confuses Jack: get what over with? He doesn�t know� just that despite their deepening friendship there is this new, embarrassing hurdle of some sort between him and the man who has become his best friend. Damn, what would Ennis think if he found out I get hard just �cause he takes his clothes off? Bet he wouldn�t be too happy �bout that!
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Jack�s dreams confuse him even more than his waking thoughts. In one particularly vexing dream, Ennis sits on a log fully clothed, one hand on the whiskey bottle and the other with a cigarette, watching Jack stand there. He quietly orders Jack to strip, and he does so, slowly, starting with his denim shirt and white undershirt. With his eyes locked on Ennis�s as though he were looking in a mirror, Jack caresses himself, brushes his nipples to erection, lets his fingers linger in the fine, dark hair on his chest. He follows the trail of hair down to his beltline. He unhasps his prized rodeo buckle, unbuttons his jeans, opens them slowly to reveal a triangle of dark, wiry hair. He drops his pants. And there he is, Jack the showman, at his most vulnerable. Naked. Erect. In love. Ennis gazes at Jack, admiring the cowboy�s manhood in all its hard glory. He asks Jack to turn around slowly and stand still so he can admire him from behind. Ennis lingers on Jack�s fuzzy ass and his mysterious crack, then asks him to step closer so he can pet his butt. Ennis�s touch is so gentle, so comforting. Jack offers to jerk off for him, and Ennis nods.
Suddenly in the dream the two men are standing there kissing, Jack�s naked body rubbing against his friend�s clothing. Then Ennis touches him, wraps his big, rough hand around the shaft of Jack�s penis and strokes it. He fondles Jack�s balls, rolls the soft, wrinkled skin of his scrotum between his calloused fingers. Jack thrusts as Ennis works him with his electric touch to the point of no return. Ennis lifts his hand from Jack�s balls to the head of his cock, and Jack�s semen surges into his friend�s palm. Ennis lifts that hand to his open mouth, but at that point in the dream, before Ennis can find out what his friend tastes like, Jack wakes up in a sweat�terrified, expectant� ejaculating.
He doesn�t remember them all, but Jack begins to experience wet dreams of one sort or another almost every night. Although like Ennis he doesn�t wear shorts, Jack takes to stuffing a kerchief in his jeans at night to accommodate the physical results of his nocturnal fantasies. He wonders if Ennis has to do that too. Jack hopes so. The thought of Ennis having dirty dreams to the point of jizzing all over the place excites him immensely. He hopes one day to catch his friend washing out such a kerchief.
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Ennis isn�t the only object of curiosity on Brokeback Mountain during these first weeks. He has seen Jack bathing once, but only from the rear at a distance. Well, he saw him for just a second in profile� noted the striking, dark patch of pubic hair against his white groin� could have sworn Jack had a boner but then decided not, because why would he? Ennis thought he could see Jack�s balls as the other man squatted, but he wasn�t sure� and why would he be looking there anyway? Just a few days ago Ennis returned from the pasture early for supper, and he saw Jack from the rear at the edge of the stream, washing their clothing, apparently including what he had been wearing, because he was buck naked except for his boots. Ennis dismounted his horse, but with the rushing noise of the water Jack didn�t realize he had company.
It was a chilly afternoon, and Jack shivered as he held one of Ennis�s grimy, sweaty shirts close to his face, hesitating before he dunked it in the water. Ennis was startled. Jack is just bein� practical, ain�t he, not washin� anythin� that don�t smell like it needs ta be washed. That�s what Ennis told himself. But the two men didn�t change clothes often, and sometimes Jack joked that they would do just as well to burn them as to wash them. Ennis knew damned well that whatever he left in the camp smelled very strongly of him�smelled of his sweat, of his manliness, and needed to be washed� badly.
Ennis was fascinated by that domestic activity with Jack out there alone� naked. Jack looked so vulnerable� a rare moment without his hat, his skin so pale in the bright sun, his spine so prominent as he crouched there, from his neck down to his butt. Ennis swallowed as he took in the dark, voluptuous curve of Jack�s ass crack. Don�t mean a thing, he told himself. Just interestin� how Jack washes them clothes different from me, poundin� �em with the rocks like that. Then Ennis promptly wondered whether the cold water was lapping at Jack�s dick and balls, making them shrivel like his own when he would go for a cold swim. Ought ta be thinkin� �bout somethin� else, he concluded hastily, anxiously, and turned to tend to Cigar Butt, making plenty of noise to alert Jack. Ennis turned toward the stream again just as Jack stood up in surprise and turned to face him. As soon as Jack realized he wasn�t alone, he held a wet shirt in front of his groin, Ennis�s shirt that he had seemed reluctant to wash. It was reflex, and Jack was sorry he had covered himself. Shit, both of us is men. Ain�t no big deal� but good thing it�s too cold for me ta get hard. He wondered how long it might be before he could again expose himself to Ennis in a manner that wouldn�t seem contrived.
With his next thought, Ennis�s face turned thoroughly red, and he was glad Jack was more than a few feet away. My shirt there�my favorite shirt� right by Jack�s dick! Ennis�s own cock shifted and his balls tightened, prompting him to swing the horse�s reins in front of his crotch. What the fuck? Take a breath, Ennis� take a deep breath. Somethin� ain�t right here. He knew deep down how exciting it was going to be to put that shirt on� next to his own skin.
What Ennis had seen, although from some distance, was plenty to build a dream around� Jack�s tall, slender body, his broad chest so masculine with all that dark hair� the sinews of his arm as he lifted the rock to pound the clothing� the bones of his spine� that ass. It was plenty to build a dream around, and that�s just what Ennis began doing, much to his alarm. That very night in his tent out there with the sheep, Ennis tossed and turned He was on his back dreaming, finally woke up to find himself coming in his jeans. He hadn�t had a wet dream in years, and in a sleepy haze he tried to reconstruct the dream. What on earth could make him jizz without touching himself?
He concentrated. Aha� he had been riding with Alma on a horse, she in front with reins in hand. Odd, a woman being in front of her man. He was sure it was Alma. Who else would it be? But jesus� his one hand had been holding onto a flat chest� a chest with dark hair on it. Oh god, and that wasn�t all. His other hand had been on the thigh of the rider in front of him. It was a big thigh, a hairy, muscular thigh. This didn�t seem right. His fiancee was a small woman, and he was pretty sure she shaved her legs. His hand had crept up the leg into a warm patch of pubic hair. Ah� he had never seen Alma naked or even touched her there, but it was only natural that fantasies of their future love life would appear in his dream, wasn�t it? But Ennis�s heart pounded and his breathing quickened when he realized that he had not touched Alma or any other woman at all. He frantically tried to rewind the dream, but he had to face the facts of what his own mind had shown him. I touched� dear jesus� I touched another man�s� balls! God why� oh fuck why� why was I touchin� a guy�s boner? Even as Ennis�s own drenched cock again stiffened, he swallowed hard and his eyes welled up. Why was I� how come Jack was naked�no two ways about it, it was Jack!�an� I had my hands all over him? Was playin� with his nuts� was touchin� his dick� an� now I�m jizzin� all over the place? Jack fuckin� Twist� what was ya doin� bein� naked in my dream, goddamn it? What�s wrong with you? But Jack was miles away, hours away by horse, nowhere near Ennis�s tent. Ennis had to redirect his question. What�s wrong with me? he wondered.
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At supper since then Ennis has cast a wary eye in Jack�s direction. Lately there seems to be an underlying tension with Jack� not hostile at all� but something. Yet everything seems normal as they go about their chores and routines, even Jack�s impromptu entertainments. Or is he more subdued about that? Is Ennis more guarded about expressing his delight? Ennis is as confused as ever. He tries to comfort himself. Well shit, ain�t like he can see inside my dreams or nothin�. Ennis almost smiles at his foolish thoughts.
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The change of venue has caused Ennis more trouble than not. He spends more and more time thinking about Jack, wondering what he is up to, than about Alma. Ennis wonders why he offered to sleep out there. With no campfire� in a pup tent that smells like cat piss or worse� keeping one eye open for coyotes? He doesn�t sleep much or well, that�s why he is having these dreams, isn�t it?
The very next night his mind places him, his own clothing cast off, right up there on the horse behind a shirtless Jack. Ennis and Jack, right from the beginning, Alma nowhere to be seen. Ennis�s naked chest is full against Jack�s strong back, his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around him. He feels the power of Jack�s muscles. In his dream Ennis�s hard cock is pressed tight against Jack�s denim-clad ass. As the horse trots along, Ennis�s balls bounce up and down in rhythm, and his dick rubs up and down against Jack. It feels so good, so goddamned good, rubbing against Jack like this.
In his dream Ennis senses that he is in love with his new friend. In love with a man� something is wrong, but Ennis is sure he doesn�t have a choice. Jack places his hand over Ennis�s, gently guides the other man�s fingers through the hair on his chest, over his hard, rosy nipples. Jack moves Ennis�s hand down to the ridges of his stomach, to his navel, to his belt line to rest in the trail of soft, dark hair that promises so much below.
Jack pulls his own hand away and lets Ennis stroke his waist. Then trembling in anticipation, Jack unbuttons his pants, takes Ennis�s hand and guides it south. Ennis feels the pubic hair he has imagined would be there� a luxuriant forest of soft curls� and his own cock sheds a drop in response. He lowers his hand and feels Jack�s balls. They are pressed against the saddle, but Ennis can tell they usually hang heavy and low. He runs his fingers over them, skimming the silky hair that blankets the warm pouch. He draws his hand back to grasp Jack�s erect penis, and he holds onto the surging organ as they ride faster. Ennis�s own dick slides up and down against the seat of Jack�s jeans, and his hand pumps Jack�s hard-on in time.
Suddenly Jack is completely naked too, an image that terrifies Ennis but is just beautiful too, Jack like a god up there on that horse with him. Jack cries out as his friend�s hand pumps him to ecstasy, the jizz arcing high into the air. Ennis rubs madly against Jack�s bare ass, his balls riding right up into the fuzzy crack, and he ejaculates, the spurts of hot, white cum shooting straight up the other man�s back. Ennis hugs Jack tight, so tight that his semen forms a fragrant bond between the two men.
So troubling, these dreams! But bringing so much relief� the unbridled release of semen� the intense rush of emotion as he awakens� the sleepy notion that does not last until dawn: that all of this is natural.
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Ennis asks himself once again why he agreed to trade jobs with Jack. It was to make Jack�s life easier, wasn�t it? Or to make both of their lives easier, Ennis knowing that he himself would not come into camp every night complaining about his station in life? Then again, he would do anything for Jack� wouldn�t he? Ennis has to admit it: he would. He had hoped the solitary rides on horseback, keeping busy with the sheep, being on the lookout for coyotes would occupy his mind, keep him from thinking so much about this other man with whom by chance he is destined to share a summer�think of it, just one summer�of his life.
Ennis doesn�t think it is wrong to think about another man, but he is frightened of how much he has come to care about Jack. And he is terrified of the wet dreams, despite the physical pleasure, terrified of what the dreams might mean. He had thought that if he brought Jack down off the mountain, it might be easier for him to see that yes, this is just a man and not a god. Sure enough, Ennis has had no trouble at all seeing that Jack is just a man. Just a man indeed� and so goddamned dangerous�because that�s exactly what Ennis Del Mar needs.
Ennis does not suspect what he set in motion that one day when he simply agreed to switch jobs with his partner: one night very soon he will be a guest in Jack�s tent, and he himself will become a man.
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