Pirates of the Indian Ocean
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Somali pirates pick on the wrong girls


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story stars Rania, Misty, and Danielle, who appeared in my
story "Ghost Town." Rania also appeared in "Immunity" and "Chase Me Faster."

* * *

Recent events inspired me to write this. I would like to dedicate this story
to all the innocent victims of real-life Somali pirates.

* * *

The three big, tough, macho Navy SEALs finished off the last cardboard targets
with their machine guns and raced across the finish line of the assault
course, whooping and hollering. The crowd joined in the noise as the announcer
called out, "And with that, the SEAL team moves into the lead with one team
left!"

The one team remaining consisted of Rania, Misty, and Danielle, three slender,
pretty college girls. They were certainly not the type of people one would
expect to find in a competition like this and stood out among the ranks of
Navy SEALs, Army Rangers, and FBI snipers. At the beginning of the contest,
the girls had been the targets of laughs, insults, and sexually suggestive
remarks from both their fellow competitors and the audience. When it was their
turn in the first of the preliminary rounds, however, their impressive
markswomanship had swiftly silenced the jeers.

"And now, our final team, and the only all-female one. These lovely ladies and
those macho SEALs have been fighting for first place all day. Now, one of
those teams will win the grand prize, a seven-night luxury tropical vacation
to the Maldives. Are you ready for some action?"

As the crowd roared its acknowledgement, the girls took deep breaths, fixed
their hair, and clicked the safeties off their automatic weapons. "We're so
close, guys," whispered Danielle. "I can't believe we beat those FBI snipers
and Army Rangers."

"Those SEALs ran an almost perfect course," said Rania in her slight Lebanese
accent. "We have to be fast as hell, but careful too, because hitting a
civilian target is a two-second penalty, and with the way they ran it, one
penalty and we can't win."

"This is what we've been training for," said Misty. "Let's hunt some
cardboard. Girl power!" The three beautiful young women touched their fists
together and walked as calmly and confidently as they could to the starting
line.

"Three...two...one...GO!" The girls charged forward, expertly riddling the
"bad guy" targets that popped up with bullets while leaving the "civilians"
unscathed. The crowd grew louder with each new display of their talent.
Finally they rounded a corner and came to the part of the course known as "The
Alley", where surprises lurked and almost all the other teams had accidentally
shot at least one of the "civilians."

The scary-looking cardboard cutout popped up almost right in front of
Danielle. She took aim, but stopped herself just in time as she realized it
was just a homeless man, and the rifle-like thing the cardboard figure was
holding was just a searching-stick. At the same moment, two "sniper" figures
popped up from behind different rooftops. Rania and Misty, with lightning
speed, each drilled one in the head.

The last of the targets dispatched, the girls sprinted across the finish line.
Breathing hard, they turned towards the scoreboard.

"And by the margin of 0.1 seconds, our winners are...the sexy Amazon girls!
Congratulations, ladies, you have won the grand prize!" shouted the announcer.

All three girls raised their slender, toned arms in victory, basking in the
moment and almost not hearing the ear-splitting cheers from the audience. They
then embraced each other in a tight three-way hug. "We did it! We really did
it!"

As their heart rates slowly returned to normal, they looked around and saw a
long line of sad male faces. Their vanquished competition, macho males used to
victory, now expressed only dejection at having lost to three teenage girls.

Rania looked at her friends and they all nodded. She approached the SEAL team
that would have to settle for second place and held out her hand. "Good fight,
guys," she said. "You made us really work for it."

One of them stepped forward and shook her hand, finally cracking a smile. The
other two, now smiling as well, shook Misty's and Danielle's outstretched
hands. "Thanks," said the first man. "You guys...er, girls, were amazing.
Where did you learn to shoot like that?"

Rania blushed. Despite her athleticism and confidence, she had a shy side as
well. "Oh, we've all always been tomboys," she said, not wanting to brag at
the moment.

"I should recommend to my commanding officer that they let women into the
SEALs, if we're talking about women like you ladies," said another one of the
men. "So anyway, maybe we'll see each other again sometime."

"I hope we do!" Danielle sang out in a flirtatious voice. Misty playfully
slapped her on the butt. When they noticed that the men were now sporting
erections, all three girls began giggling.

* * *

ONE MONTH LATER

Rania, Danielle, and Misty lay on the deck of the 80-foot luxury yacht, their
stunning bodies clad in bikinis. They looked like models - well, almost.
Instead of being unhealthily thin like most models, they were healthily
slender and muscular.

Danielle wore a blue bikini that matched the color of her eyes.

She had long wavy brown hair and an impressive pair of 34C hooters. Misty, a
petite Asian girl with long black hair, wore a red bikini - her favorite
color. She had a very perky 32B rack. Rania's white bikini showed off her deep
tan. Her dark brown hair went down to the middle of her back, and her 34B
breasts were firm and round. All three young women had six-pack abs, slim but
superbly toned and strong thighs, and elegant, high-cheekboned faces.

"This is perfect," declared Misty. "Two nights on this yacht, then five nights
in a five-star hotel. And the best part is we earned all this with our
markswomanship. It's not like just getting lucky and winning the lottery."

"Well, almost perfect," said Danielle. "The alcohol laws in this country are
annoying. They make the booze ridiculously expensive." She waved her drink.
"$18 for a margarita? Come on."

"Well, this is a Muslim country, Dani," Rania said. "Of course they don't
mention it in any of the brochures. Don't want to scare the tourists off. But
yeah, they don't like people having fun. Especially girls. No wonder I left
that false faith."

A gong sounded. "Woohoo, dinner buffet's ready," said Misty, rubbing her firm
flat stomach.

"Lobster, steak, and shrimp again," grinned Rania.

"So much better than college cafeteria food," added Dani.

* * *

It was a clear and moonless night. The only light came from the boat and the
thousands of stars in the sky.

Suddenly, the young man who was the officer of the watch heard something faint
but odd that broke the calm of the night and the smooth hum of the yacht's
engines. It sounded like another engine, but one running on low power as if
wanting to be unheard.

Grabbing his flashlight, he headed towards the port side of the yacht, where
the sound seemed to be coming from. He looked over the side...and saw a
speedboat filled with at least twenty vicious-looking dark-skinned men armed
with AK-47s and grenade launchers.

The officer opened his mouth, but before any sound could come out a knife came
flying through the air and lodged in his throat. He fell into the ocean with a
splash. The Somali pirate who had thrown the knife snickered arrogantly at his
kill.

"Quiet," growled the pirates' leader in a low voice. "Commence boarding. Half
of you follow me to the bridge. The other half go around to the staterooms and
round up all the passengers. Kill anyone who resists. And try to bring some
pretty girls alive for us to rape."

The three girls were asleep in their luxurious cabin. Although it had bunk
beds in addition to the king-size bed, all three were sleeping together in the
big bed. They had been friends for years and were intimately comfortable with
one another, as well as being, like most women, a little bicurious.

Suddenly, Danielle sat up straight, eyes wide. "Misty, Rania, wake up," she
whispered, shaking the other two.

Rania and Misty sat up wearily. "What is it?" mumbled Rania.

"I heard a splash and some weird scraping noises and I thought I heard some
men speaking a strange language. I think something bad's happening." Dani had
a worried look on her tanned face.

"Are you sure you weren't having a dream?" asked Misty.

"No, this is real," Danielle insisted. "And I've had this sort of thing
before. It's like a gift, or a curse, depending on how you want to look at it.
Remember in that ghost town, when I predicted we would be attacked by
monsters, and we were?"

"Well..." began Rania, but she was suddenly interrupted by the cabin door
being kicked down. Two men stormed in, one armed with an AK-47 and the other
with a grenade launcher. They grinned evilly and lewdly upon seeing the
feminine beauties. The girls were in their traditional sleeping attire, which
for them was underwear and nothing else, not even bras. Their firm breasts
looked amazing.

"Told you so!" said Danielle.

"Okay, okay," sighed Misty and Rania at exactly the same time.

"Well, what have we here?" sneered the man with the grenade launcher in broken
English. "Some fun for us, looks like. All right, let's go."

Having no choice, the still-topless girls were marched to the bridge,
trembling with anger and fear. Inside, the crew and the other passengers were
being held at gunpoint by many more pirates. The males (and some of the
females) couldn't help staring at the girls' bare chests.

"Good, we are all here now," said a man who appeared to be the leader of the
pirates.

"Not all," said the first mate of the yacht. "Where is the officer of the
watch?"

"In hell, where all infidels belong," sneered the pirate leader.

The first mate snarled and began charging him, but the pirate drew a pistol
and shot him in the head. The corpse hit the deck with a THUMP.

"You cocksucking coward," said one of the passengers, a middle-aged man.

His face expressionless, the pirate leader turned and shot the passenger in
the head too. A slender blonde woman, apparently his wife, bent over the body
and began sobbing.

Addressing the others, the Somali sneered again, "Let us thank these two for
demonstrating my first two rules. Try to attack us and you die. Insult us and
you die. Now, you will obey all our orders without hesitation and without
question. Is that clear?"

The room was quiet.

"Is that fucking clear?" he snarled, aiming his pistol right between the yacht
captain's eyes.

"Yes, it's clear," sighed the captain.

"Good." The pirate leader signalled to his men. "Take the hostages below
decks, then tie them up."

* * *

Rania, Danielle, and Misty, along with a dozen other passengers and ten crew
members, sat in the dark, cramped room, hands tied behind their backs. Two
pirates with AK-47s were guarding the prisoners.

"I didn't know the Somali pirates were reaching out this far," said Misty
quietly.

"What do you think the State Department will do?" whispered Danielle.

"Sell us out. That's all they know how to do," muttered Rania disgustedly,
remembering her earlier dealings with them. "Especially with a coward like
this president in office," she added.

"Shut up! No talking!" growled one of the guards. This pirate was from Kenya
and he did not like hearing criticism of his fellow Kenyan.

The door opened and three more armed pirates walked in. "You three," said the
man in the lead, pointing at Rania, Misty, and Danielle. "Get up and come with
us."

The girls looked at each other, knowing they had probably been chosen to be
raped. However, they knew that this was their opportunity to catch the pirates
off guard and turn the tables.

They were rather little. Rania was the tallest at 5'8" and 125 pounds.
Danielle stood at 5'6" and 120 pounds, and Misty was the petite one at 5'4"
and 112 pounds. They did not look very imposing, especially in their
underwear. But all three young ladies were highly trained and lethal martial
arts champions in addition to being expert markswomen.

They allowed themselves to be frog-marched by the three pirates to an empty
cabin. They were pushed inside roughly.

"Now, time for some fun," smirked one pirate. Each man approached a girl and
began unzipping his pants.

The young women looked at each other subtly and nodded. When the men came
close enough, the ladies struck like anacondas. Each girl lashed out with her
legs, wrapping them around the neck of her male victim. The Somalis began
thrashing and struggling helplessly.

"What's the matter?" taunted Rania. "I thought you wanted to get between our
legs." She twisted her slim, boyish hips 180 degrees, snapping her victim's
neck like a twig.

"Yeah, you're getting your wish," laughed Dani, sliding her legs upward
slightly and squeezing her opponent's skull with her superhumanly strong
thighs until it gave way, releasing a flood of blood and brain matter.

Misty kept her thighs clamped around her victim's neck until she had strangled
him to death. When she finally unlocked her legs, she sneered to the corpse,
"So was it good for you too?"

"That made me feel so sexy and powerful," said Rania, looking up from her
kill.

"Yeah. Let's do some more," Danielle grinned, picking up an assault rifle from
one of the dead men and slinging it across her still-bare chest. Misty and
Rania did the same with the other two rifles.

They split up to cover more ground. Danielle took the port side cabins, while
Misty covered the starboard side. Rania went to the lower deck where the
crew's quarters were located.

As Misty rounded a corner, she saw a pirate approaching. She quickly ducked
back around the corner before he saw her. She waited, listening to his
footsteps. When she judged that he was at just the right distance, she lashed
out with a punch.

As the Somali came around the corner, Misty's fist rammed right into his face.
The petite but muscular Asian beauty's punch packed enough power to break his
nose. Before the stunned pirate could recover, her slim leg came up in a high
kick to his jaw. There was a CRACK as her kick snapped his neck back, breaking
it.

Misty caught the corpse as it fell and lowered it quietly to the deck, not
wanting it to make a loud THUD. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen
her, she began checking the cabins. They were all empty except the last, which
had a lone pirate inside, stealing jewelry.

"Hey, asshole," Misty said as she snuck up behind him.

He whirled, but was greeted by Misty's lethal legs as she performed an aerial
cartwheel kick on him. The force of her gymnastic kick smashed his skull open,
sending blood and gore flying.

She calmly put the passenger's jewelry back where it belonged, then headed
out, pausing only to admire the perkiness of her small breasts in the mirror.

Danielle was checking the cabins on the other side of the yacht. The first two
were empty. As she approached the third, she heard a low moaning noise coming
from it.

She opened the door quietly. A woman was lying on the bed. Dani

recognized her as the wife of the passenger that the pirates had murdered. Two
Somalis, their backs to Danielle, were standing over the woman, about to rape
her.

A grim look came over the teenage brunette's face. She did a tumbling pass of
a roundoff followed by two back handsprings to take her to the pirates.
Unseen, she landed just behind them.

"Hey, fuckers," she said. As they whirled around, she grabbed their heads and
bashed them together. One was knocked down and she finished him by stomping on
his throat, crushing his windpipe and neck bone. She backhanded the second
across the face, knocking him down in turn. She was about to finish him when
the woman called out, "Wait."

Dani looked at her expectantly, hoping the woman wasn't going soft and would
ask her to spare him. She knew he had to die, and she didn't want to waste
time arguing with a fellow passenger.

"Those cocksuckers murdered my husband and were about to rape me. I want this.
I want to kill him," said the woman, standing up.

Danielle broke into a smile. "Be my guest," she said. The pirate trembled in
fear and tried to get up, but Dani knocked him down again with a swift knee to
his face.

The slender middle-aged blonde stood over the Somali, her blue eyes flashing
with a desire for vengeance. Her skirt had been ripped off, but she was still
wearing a blouse, underwear, and a pair of black knee-high boots.

She began kicking her victim in the head with her heavy boots, showing the
skills of a former soccer player. She fired at least twenty kicks into the
helpless man's skull. When she finally stopped, his head had been reduced to a
pile of red goo.

Danielle stared, impressed at her killer instinct. "Wow. Have you done this
before?"

"Nope. First time I've killed. But it feels so natural, after what they did to
my man."

"Well, you're definitely a great role model for girls," said Dani. She picked
up an assault rifle from one of the dead men and tossed it to the older woman.
"Do you know how to shoot?"

She nodded. "I learned in the Girl Scouts." She quickly checked the weapon and
clicked the safety off.

"If you're up for it, come with me and cover my back," said Dani.

"Absolutely," the blonde replied. She looked closely at the athletic teenage
girl. "How did you get to be all...killer and stuff? Are you some sort of
secret commando or assassin?"

Danielle laughed. "Nope! I'm just a regular girl who's into guns and martial
arts. By the way, what's your name?"

"Megan. And you?"

"Danielle, but call me Dani."

"Okay, Dani." The two pretty women smiled at each other, then headed out,
armed and dangerous.

Rania made her way down the stairs to the lower deck. As she turned into the
hall, she almost bumped right into two pirates.

She reacted with deadly speed despite her surprise. She unloaded a lethal palm
strike into the first Somali's face, driving the cartilage from his nose into
his brain. Before the second man could move, her right leg lashed out in a
fierce low kick to his kneecap, shattering the bone and knocking him down.
Rania raised her left leg into a full vertical split, then brought it down
onto his head in a hyper-powerful axe kick, pulverizing his skull into bloody
pieces.

Giving the brain matter spread over the deck only a cursory glance, she went
through the crew cabins, making sure there were no pirates in any of them. She
found no one until she came to the captain's cabin. Inside, a pirate was
sadistically beating the yacht captain with the butt of his rifle.

Rania's tanned face went red with anger. She walked right up behind the
pirate, who was too busy with his torture to notice her. She wrapped her arm
around his neck. He had time only to gasp in surprise before she gave a quick,
vicious twist, breaking his neck.

"Are you okay?" she asked the captain.

He stared at her for several seconds, both in shock from the beating and in
shock at what he had just seen. A slim, beautiful teenage girl killing a
Somali pirate with her bare hands. Somehow, that just seemed so...

"I think I'll be, now. Thanks for saving me," he squeaked out.

He tried to stand up, but stumbled, holding his wounded head in pain. Rania
caught him before he could fall.

"I think you'd better lie down," she said. She handed him a towel to wipe away
the blood.

"Good idea," he agreed in a woozy voice, lying down on the bed.

"I've got more work to do," said Rania. She picked up the Somali's rifle and
handed it to the captain. "If any more of those fuckers come in here, you know
what to do."

As she turned to leave, he called out, "Can I ask you something?"

She turned, long hair flying. Her small, firm breasts bounced slightly.
"Sure."

"How did a skinny girl like you get strong enough to...do what you just did?"
The captain's eyes darted over to the undignified corpse of the Somali.

"Take a closer look at my arms," said Rania.

Her arms were slender, but very well-toned and muscular. Veins were visible on
her forearms.

"Wow, no wonder you're so good at fighting," said the captain, clearly liking
what he saw.

"Thanks," said Rania. "Stay here and recover. I'll come get you when the
pirates have been dealt with."

She quickly made her way back to the upper deck. Seeing Misty, she whistled to
get her attention. "All clear?"

"Yep. You?"

"The same. Now let's find Dani and..."

"Look out!" shouted Misty. A pirate had appeared and was taking aim right at
Rania. Rania did a standing back handspring as he fired. The bullets passed
safely between her legs. Misty whipped up her AK-47 and dispatched the Somali
with a three-round burst to his chest before he could shoot again.

"Good looking out, M," said Rania, patting the Asian girl's ass.

"No prob, Rani," Misty replied, patting the Lebanese beauty's butt in turn.

Danielle and Megan jumped when they heard the gunfire. "Stay close and keep me
covered," whispered Dani. Megan nodded, gripping her assault rifle more
tightly.

Dani stepped forward and saw two pirates. They raised their weapons, but that
was all they had time to do before she pumped ten bullets from her AK-47 into
them. As their corpses fell, she heard another burst of gunfire from behind
her. She whirled and saw another dead pirate. Megan was standing over him, her
rifle still smoking.

"Nice work," said Dani. "Are you sure you don't have combat experience?"

Megan smiled. "Actually, I'm a makeup saleswoman in a department store."

"Wow. Very feminine and very deadly. My kind of girl."

The four women met up close to the bridge. Danielle introduced Megan to Rania
and Misty. They then prepared to attack the pirates' last stronghold, Rania
and Misty from the left and Dani and Megan from the right.

The surviving pirates opened fire from the bridge as the girls got closer. The
girls returned fire, expertly covering each other as they relentlessly
advanced. Although the Somalis had a seven to four advantage in numbers and
guns, their training and marksmanship were poor.

Danielle saw one expose his head briefly. That was all she needed. She fired a
single, expertly aimed shot into his brain.

Another broke cover as he tried to find a better firing position. Rania
riddled his body with bullets.

The pirate who had killed the officer of the watch hurled his knife at Misty.
With her lightning-fast reflexes, she caught the weapon and threw it back at
him. The blade lodged right in his heart.

The last four pirates threw down their weapons. "We surrender!" said the
leader in a high-pitched voice.

"Cowards," Danielle growled.

"So typical of those people," muttered Misty. "They never have the balls to
attack when the odds are even."

"Pirates aren't covered by the Geneva Convention. We can do whatever we want
with them," said Megan.

"That's right. Whatever we want," said Rania. "I'll go fetch the captain. I'll
be right back."

When Rania returned with the captain in tow, the girls entered the bridge,
weapons ready. The Somalis were standing there with their hands raised.
"Please no shoot us," the leader begged.

"Oh, don't worry, we won't," said Misty. The pirates sighed with relief. The
hostages groaned in disappointment.

"We're going to kill you more slowly than that," announced Rania with a wicked
grin. The pirates cried out in fear, while the hostages cheered.

Danielle kicked one Somali right in his testicles, sending him to the floor
howling in pain. She jumped on top of him and began pummeling his ugly face
with her fists.

Misty saw a sword on the wall and picked it up. She approached her victim, who
was whimpering like a girl. She headbutted him to stun him, then cut off his
hands, followed by his feet. As he fell, screaming in agony, she spat on him.

Megan wasn't in the mood for anything fancy. She just wanted to kill, and make
it bloody. Walking up to the third pirate, she reversed her weapon as she
reached him, driving the butt of the rifle into his gut. As he doubled over
with an "oof", she whacked him in the face with her rifle, knocking him down.
As he lay helpless, she smashed the rifle butt into his skull again and again,
releasing massive amounts of blood. She finally stopped long after she had
beaten him to death.

Rania approached the pirate leader with an icy smile. "Nothing's more fun than
killing a man with my knee," she said, suddenly ramming her left knee into his
crotch. He went down, clutching his wounded family jewels. She placed him in a
sitting position against the wall, then kneed him in the face with tremendous
force. Blood flew as his nose broke. She kneed him again, higher this time.
The impact was centered right in the middle of his forehead. A third blow
landed in exactly the same spot as the second, cracking the skull. Brain
matter began flowing out.

Rania looked at her mortally wounded victim with a smirk.

"Look!" said one of the passengers suddenly. In the distance was the
unmistakable outline of a U.S. Navy destroyer. And coming towards them was a
small speedboat.

"Let's finish these fuckers before the law gets here," said Dani,

climbing up from her semi-conscious victim and wiping the blood off her fists.

Rania looked at the pirate leader. "I don't think even the best surgeons in
the world can save you now, but I don't want to take any chances," she said.
"I know that our gutless asshole of a president will make sure that any
surviving pirates get better medical care than our veterans, and all at
taxpayer expense, of course." With that, she prepared a final knee stike,
putting maximum strength and speed into it. Her feminine knee drove right
through his weakened skull, sending red and brown goo everywhere.

Misty began dragging her victim outside. "Let's see how well you can swim
without your hands and feet," she sneered. "And let's see how long you last
when all that blood of yours will attract every shark within twenty miles."
She picked him up in a firewoman's carry, showing impressive strength for her
petite size, and tossed him overboard. She watched as he thrashed and
struggled in the water, screaming. In less than a minute, two large shark fins
approached. His screams grew louder, then stopped.

Danielle tied her victim's hands behind his back, then picked up a small
anchor that was for the lifeboat that the yacht carried.

She tied the anchor around his neck and dragged him to the edge of the boat.
He began begging for his life.

"Oh, you're begging now? Isn't that a laugh. I bet those four Americans you
pirate fuckheads murdered begged for mercy too. Well, I'll show you the exact
same mercy you people showed them, asshole!"

The pirate saw the cross necklace Dani was wearing and tried to appeal to her
Christianity. She simply replied, "For those who cause little ones to sin, it
is better that a millstone be tied around their neck and they be thrown into
the sea." Without further ado, she did exactly that, watching coldly as he
went under to Davy Jones' locker.

The four women gave each other high-fives, then went in and untied the
hostages. A few minutes later, the speedboat pulled up and a dozen Navy SEALs
boarded, guns at the ready.

"It's okay," said Rania. "There are no pirate survivors. Nobody to get three
squares, a bed, and free health care for life at Joe Taxpayer's expense."

"I'm glad to hear that," said the officer in command of the SEAL team. "But
our terrorist-loving traitor of a Commander-in-Chief won't be!" At that,
everyone laughed.

"So who took care of all the pirates?" the SEAL officer asked.

"I think I know the answer to that," said a voice that sounded familiar.
Another SEAL stepped forward. Rania, Misty, and Danielle gasped when they
recognized him as one of the guys they had beaten in the shooting competition.

"It was you three girls, wasn't it?" he went on. "I knew you were some lethal
Amazon war machines."

"Well, almost," said Danielle.

"Our new friend Megan helped," said Misty, indicating the slender blonde. "But
yeah, us four girls took those fuckers out."

"Wow, you girls are so amazing," he said dreamily, drooling. "I could spend
all day just..."

"Get ahold of yourself, sailor!" barked the officer.

"Sorry, sir."

The officer turned to address the former hostages. "After we clean up the
mess, you can be on your way again. And we'll try to find some tops for you
three."

As the passengers and crew stood up and began talking excitedly, overjoyed at
having come out on top in an encounter with the pirates, Danielle handed a
card to the SEAL from the shooting competition. "Here's my phone number," she
whispered, winking at him. He winked back and blushed. She giggled.

"Looks like she's found herself a much better boyfriend than her last one,"
Misty commented.

"I'll say," agreed Rania, remembering the douchebag Larry.

The rising sun grew brighter, and a fresh breeze began to blow.

Rania, Misty, Danielle, and Megan looked at the bloodstained yacht, then at
each other, and smiled. Then they embraced in a tight group hug.

THE END

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