Five Days of Bad Luck

By Aldric

Copyright 2017 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
 
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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Five Days of Bad Luck
 
It was Monday morning, half way between first class and lunch when Kyle King found the note attached to a string of paperclips. The note read “Add a paperclip and put this in someone else’s locker before last bell or you’ll have five days of bad luck.”
 
First, Kyle was in a hurry, he still needed to pee and his next class was upstairs and at the end of the hall. Second, he didn’t have a paperclip. Third, he wasn’t the least bit superstitious. So he dropped it in the next trashcan he passed and didn’t give it a second thought.
 
Even when Amy Butler accidently splashed him with a weak acid in Chemistry class. Kyle had already finished his assignment and had removed his lab coat as it was the last period and he couldn’t wait to get home. Removing the lab coat before all were done working was a posted violation of the safety rules, something Mr. Cox said as soon as Amy cried out that she’d splashed acid on Kyle.
 
“Remove your shirt,” Mr. Cox said. Even though it was a weak acid, there was a lot of it. And Kyle could feel some itchy spots on his chest, stomach, and face. He was a very modest boy for fourteen, and was very self-conscience as he took off the shirt, but he did know the drill for acid spills. He let Mr. Cox lead him to the wash station, where his body was sprayed with water.
 
Afterwards, he had several red spots on his face and much of his chest was red, but the itching had not turned to burning before being washed off. He was fortunate in that he hadn’t removed the apron yet or his pants would have been sprayed too. But Mr. Cox said his shirt was a goner. Since it was the last period, he could check the lost & found and see if he could find a shirt or just go home as he was.
 
Since it was only the third week of school, there was nothing in the Lost & Found that helped him, so with embarrassment showing on his face he made his way outside. He had three-quarters of a mile to go, and sensing his embarrassment, kids were already teasing him.
 
Even his best friend Paul, who asked him who he passed the paperclipped note to.
 
“That was you who put that in my locker?” Kyle asked. “I threw it away. I didn’t have time to do anything with it. Besides, that kind of stuff is bullshit.” Having just turned fourteen, Kyle felt comfortable swearing. He felt it made him older. As long as he never did it at home.
 
“I don’t know,” Paul said. “My brother said the last kid who threw it away had the worst five days of his life.” Paul’s brother was a senior, and seniors were always playing pranks on the freshmen. Nothing that would get them anything worse than detention, just mostly harmless pranks.
 
“What happened today was Amy Butler’s fault,” Kyle said. “I’m telling you, its bullshit. You’ll see.”
 
“I hope you’re right,” Paul said. “I guess we’ll both find out tomorrow when the bad luck starts.”
 
The next day Kyle was running late and didn’t put a belt on his new pants. They were big around the waist, his mother had bought all of his school clothes big so they would still fit at the end of the year, but Kyle’s belt was still on the pants he had worn yesterday and Kyle didn’t have time to take it off the dirty pants and put on the pair he was wearing. He had to hurry or he’d be late to school and his mother would have a fit. She was already mad that he violated the safety rules and lost a brand-new shirt.
 
Once at his locker he needed his math and history books, and they were big books. He had put them on the top self of his locker. Kyle was short for fourteen, and the lockers had been assigned in order as kids checked in on the first day of school. His locker was the top row, so he had to stand on his toes and reach up to get the books from the top shelf. And when he did, his pants dropped to his knees.
 
Kyle reacted like any kid would, letting go of the books he had nearly gotten and reached for his pants, fully aware of the laughter that was already starting in the crowded hallway. But the books were over the edge and fell on their own accord, knocking Kyle in the head and dropping him to the floor.
 
A couple of boys ran over, and after making sure that Kyle wasn’t hurt helped him up, which allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. But the boys turned him around with his back to his locker and held him in place for almost a minute to give all the kids in the hall a chance to see Kyle’s gray colored briefs.
 
The moment they let him go Kyle turned his back to his audience before bending to pull his pants up, only to have someone pull the back of his briefs down, exposing his butt. He dropped his pants to pull up his briefs, trying to drown out the laughter coming from all around him. He recovered his pants, but still kids were laughing, even as the warning bell sounded telling them they had two minutes to get to class.
 
Later, on the walk home, Paul laughed, saying, “I saw your bare butt in the hallway today.”
 
“No, you couldn’t, your locker is upstairs and on the opposite wing. You were never there you lying asshole.”
 
“I wasn’t there, but I saw one of the pictures.”
 
That caused Kyle to stop in his tracks. “There’s pictures?”
 
“Yeah, of course. Haven’t you ever heard of cell phones? But I think most kids are smart enough not to put them on social media where it might draw attention.”
 
That night, Kyle found several references to his butt on social media, but as Paul had figured, nobody posted a picture. But he knew the pictures had existed because his sister had burst into his room as soon as she got home from middle school to tell him she’d even seen a picture and wanted to know if he’d pose for her. He kicked her out loudly, which drew the attention of his mom and got him a reminder that being a teenager did not protect him from being spanked.
 
But it wasn’t until fifth period on Wednesday that Kyle really started wondering if the note could possible be true. He had only been in his seat for a few minutes when the fire bell sounded.
 
“Okay students, this is a drill,” Ms. Ashley announced. “But treat it as a real fire. We are being graded by the district and if we fail there will be extra homework in every class. Leave quickly, but do not run, and go to our assigned meeting place.”
 
Kyle tried to get up, but his pants were stuck to the seat. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not separate his pants from the seat, and the desk was too heavy to lift more than an inch.
 
“Kyle Long, get up and get moving. If you cause us to fail I swear every boy and girl in this school will know the extra homework was your fault,” Ms. Ashley said, her words icy with anger. There would be extra work for her too if the school failed because of one of her pupils.
 
The last of the other kids were almost to the door. There was only one thing Kyle could do. He released his belt and unsnapped his pants and rose up out of them. But he had to pause because he couldn’t get his shoes through the leg hole. Seeing the problem, Ms. Ashley came over and untied the laces, yelling at Kyle the entire time. She followed Kyle out the door as Kyle, now dressed in a pull-over shirt and grey briefs and socks, made his way to the lines of students. He was the last one to get in line, and the disruption caused by him appearing in front of all the lower floor classes in his underwear delayed the counting. The only good thing was the classes on the second floor evacuated to the other side of the school, so only half the school was seeing him. That and the fact that cell phones were not allowed in any class, so at least this time there wouldn’t be any pictures of him.
 
Instead of returning to his class after the drill, Ms. Ashley sent him to the office, where he stood in his underwear wishing he could turn invisible until his mother came to pick him up. But his mother had not brought another pair of pants.
 
Ms. Ashley returned and said the only way to get his pants off the seat was to pour enough acetone to soak through. However, that ruined the fabric of the pants, and his mom tossed all that remained straight into the trash. There was even more bad luck. It turned out that Kyle had used a tube of superglue in art class and had forgotten he’d put it in his back pocket. When he took his seat in Ms. Ashley’s class, the tip of the tube stuck out the top of the pocket and the cap came off, allowing the glue to flow down the back of his pants and onto the chair. As he moved around, it got between to two and then solidified. The glue event was his own fault.
 
Kyle asked his mom if she could go to his locker and get the books he needed, but since it was his fault that he’d lost brand-new pair of new pants, she made him do it. Most of the students were gone, but not all, and this time several of the students who remained had been to their lockers and Kyle saw the cell phones come out.
 
Worse yet, his mother had already told him he would remain in the clothes he was wearing until bedtime. She was too mad to punish him further, but warned him that the cost of the ruined clothes was going to come from him one way or another. His sister and one of her friends were already home when Kyle, still in just briefs, had to get out of the car and into the house and listen to their giggling and laughter until after dinner.
 
Thursday, Kyle did all he could to ensure that nothing else was going to happen. Whether it bad luck from the note or just bad luck in general Kyle couldn’t tell, but he was wishing more and more that he’d kept the chain of paperclips and the note until he could pass it on to someone one else.
 
Things were going fine until right after lunch. Kyle had been careful about everything. He inspected every desk and seat before sitting down. He checked his pockets frequently to make sure there was nothing in them that could spill and cause problems. He followed every safety rule in the school.
 
He needed to use the rest room after lunch, and as he was shaking off the last few drops some other boys entered and made the standard statement about underwear boy, as he was now known throughout the school. He hurried to get out before they said more, and suddenly yelped with pain as he closed the zipper of his pants over some of the skin of his glans, where it hurt like hell. Worse yet, he couldn’t reverse the zipper. With his hands over his groin, he ran from the rest room and to the only place he could think of to go—the nurse’s office.
 
He had to remove one hand from his groin as he turned the doorknob and entered, tears running down his cheek. “I need some help,” he yelled as he entered, only to see three girls and a boy seated in the waiting room.
 
“He zipped his dick,” the boy said with a laugh. “I thought only six-year-olds did that.” The girls joined in the laughter. The only saving grace was that the nurse had heard him and left the student she had been with to see what the emergency was. She saw the tears, and where his hands were, and guessed the rest.
 
“This way, she said, taking him to the only empty room. “Move your hands,” she said in a commanding voice. As soon as his hands were clear she followed the training she’d received for this very thing. First, she tried to pull the skin one direction and the zipper the other, but a yell from Kyle and the lack of success made her move onto step two. She used mineral oil to see if that would lubricate both the skin and the zipper, but that failed too. The third step required her to dismantle the zipper by using wire cutters to cut the bar on the top of the zipper. As soon as this was done the teeth released their grip on Kyle’s penis.
 
Kyle started to get up, but she pushed him back down. “I still need to clean the wound,” she said. She ignored his growing erection as she gently washed the tip of his penis. The wound stopped bleeding immediately, and she put some petroleum jelly on it and covered it with a small sterile pad.
 
“I’ll need to see you tomorrow to make sure there’s no infection,” she said. “I’m afraid the zipper is ruined, but it can be pinned closed from the inside so that it doesn’t show.” She gave him three safety pins and said he could leave when he was ready. She wrote a note to give to his next teacher.
 
Kyle was left with another pair of ruined pants, three safety pins, a note, and a boner. He decided to take care of the boner first. When he left, two of the girls were still in the waiting room, and they both laughed as he exited. He decided that afternoon to not tell his mom right away that he’d ruined yet another pair of pants.
 
If it was the chain of paperclips and the note or not didn’t matter. Today was Friday, and if it was the note there was apparently nothing he could do but get through the day. At least it would be the end of his five days of bad luck.
 
He was doing fine until lunch. As was becoming habit, he checked the chair seat before sitting down. The only problem was that when he stood up and pulled the chair back he bumped Rex Gay, who was passing behind him with a glance of juice to his lips. Most of the juice ended up on Rex’s face.
 
Rex Gay was in eleventh grade, and played football, and he was very angry. “Meet me after school,” he said. “Come to my house, 9460 Walker Street. And don’t chicken out or what you have coming will be even worse. A lot worse,” he said after he walked off.
 
“Shit, he’s going to pound me,” Kyle said to Paul as he sat down.
 
“Naw, he’d get kicked off the football team if he did. He won’t hurt you, but you’d better meet him anyway. You want me to come too?”
 
“Yeah, please, but what if he decides to do something to you too?”
 
“He won’t. He’s tough, but my brother is a state champ wrestler. He won’t touch me. He might even go easier on you if I’m there in case he thinks my brother would protect you too. Which he won’t, so don’t even threaten it.”
 
Kyle had to ask for directions to Walker Street, and after school he and Paul walked there together. Rex looked at Paul for a few seconds, but all he said was, “If you get involved, I don’t care who your brother is, what happens to him will happen to you too.”
 
Rex turned to Kyle and said, “Take your shirt and pants off.” When Kyle didn’t move he added, “If I have to take them off I’ll rip them to pieces.”
 
Not willing to risk losing another pair of pants and shirt, Kyle complied. He wished his mom would listen to him and stop buying him briefs, everyone else his age was wearing boxers.
 
“Stand here, and hold this sign over your head. If you lower the sign before I tell you to I’ll tie you to the porch.” Rex handed the sign to Kyle and then put a small bucket at his feet.
 
Kyle had just a moment to read the sign. “Peek inside the nerd’s underpants for a quarter,” was what was written on it. A small crowd had already gathered, wondering what was going to happen. As soon as Kyle held the sign up over his head, several girls stepped forward and dropped a quarter into the pail before pulling the front of Kyle’s underpants out and looking at what was inside.
 
Naturally, Kyle got an erection, much to the delight of the girls. Over the next hour, ten and a half dollars in quarters went into the pail. Three of them came from pre-teen boys. And Rex allowed a couple of girls he liked to look for free.
 
Finally, Rex stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and told Kyle he could drop the sign and go. Kyle turned and looked for his clothing, but Rex said he give it back to him Monday at school.
 
Paul refused to give up his shirt as they walked home. Paul was just as modest as Kyle, and truly believed that all that had happened this week was Kyle’s own fault for not passing on the chain of paperclips and the note.
 
Cars honked as they passed, and kids laughed. Kyle tried to ignore them, but he was still semi-erect and couldn’t get past all of the comments made at his expense. When he reached home, his sister was trilled to see her big brother waking down the sidewalk in shoes and underpants and nothing else, but when his mom saw him she was angry.
 
“You will go back right now and demand your clothing be returned,” she said. “And if this Rex kid won’t give them back then come back here and we’ll go and see him and his mother.” She refused all of Kyle’s requests to be allowed to dress first. “Whatever you did to piss off that boy is your fault. You can go and get your clothing back now or you can go to school dressed as you are and wait for him to return the clothing then. Your choice.” She turned and went back in the house.
 
Kyle wasn’t sure if she would really send him to school in his underwear, but since most of the school had already seen him like that he was afraid she would. His sister told their mom she was going to too, and before Kyle could tell his sister to stay home their mom approved.
 
“How’s it feel to be waking around nearly naked,” she asked as soon as they were out of hearing range from their mother.
 
Kyle couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or really wanted to know, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t like it and he didn’t want to talk about it. He had to endure all the stares and laughter from all the kids they passed a second time.
 
When they got there he had to knock on Rex’s front door. The bucket and sign had been left on the porch. Rex answered and asked, “What do you want?”
 
“I need my clothes back. Please.”
 
“I told you, you can have them back Monday.”
 
“If you don’t give them to him now he has to go to school wearing what he’s wearing now,” Kyle’s sister said.
 
“And who are you?” Rex asked.
 
“I’m Kimberly. Kyle is my brother.”
 
“And you’re enjoying this, aren’t you,” Rex asked her.
 
“You bet,” she said proudly.
 
“Okay Kyle, I’ll give you a choice. You can either earn your clothes back or wait until Monday. If you want to earn them, I need 50 cents for the shirt and a buck and a half for the pants, and you have to buy the shirt first. Your sister can make sure you don’t cheat.” He picked up the sign and the bucket and held them out to Kyle
 
There was no way he could go home again without pants, especially if his sister told their mom that he had a chance to earn them back and decided Monday was okay. He took the bucket and sign and stepped off the porch.
 
“Of course, you sister can look for free since she’s in charge,” Rex said. To Kimberly he said, “If you get hot there’s a comfortable chair up here in the shade. This might take an hour or so. Make sure he holds the sign up and doesn’t use it as a shield.”
 
As Kyle raised the sign she read it and laughed. “This is too good to pass up,” she said, and pulled out her phone and took a picture. She was about to send it to her friends, but then thought that might get her in trouble. So instead she texted several of them and invited them to come and visit. Then she took her free peek and looked inside, enjoying the look on her brother’s face as she did. She enjoyed even more the look he gave her when she said she was charging a dollar an hour to babysit him.
 
She let two of her best friends have a free peek, and they giggled as they looked. “It’s growing bigger,” one of them said.
 
It took just over an hour for the bucket to have enough money for him to buy back his clothes. She was tempted to charge him another dollar for the second hour, but the crowd was dwindling and she was bored. Besides, a few girls want to “touch it,” and she charged an extra 50 cents to each of them, earning another two and a half dollars beyond the one she charged for being there. Her brother’s thing was still hard, and there was a wet spot on the front that an older girl had to explain what it was when she accused him of peeing his pants.
 
“We can quit now on one condition,” she said. “I’ll pay for your clothes and give them to mom when we get home. Or, we can stay here as long as you like and I’ll pocket the extra money you earn.”
 
Rex was more than happy to get rid of them before his mom got home. Kyle had to make yet another walk home past dozens of kids. When they got home, his mother took one look at the tent in his briefs and the stain on the front and said, “You’re disgusting. Get inside and take them off. You’ll get spanked now for the loss of clothing and for embarrassing your sister.”
 
Kyle didn’t dare say that his sister was anything except embarrassed. He went inside, hoping the spanking could be done in his room. He took off the briefs in the laundry room and started for his bedroom with his hands over his groin but his mother stopped him.
 
“You can put on clean briefs after a shower,” she said. “But first you are going to get spanked like the child you are acting like. Get over here.”
 
Kimberly keep expecting her mom to tell her to leave, but either her mom didn’t care if she watched or she was so mad at Kyle that she wasn’t even aware she was here. In either case, she remained quiet and off to the side. She almost spoiled it when she nearly laughed out loud as Kyle had to put his hands on the back of the kitchen chair with his legs stretched out to the sides behind him, leaving her to enjoy seeing his entire body.
 
When it was done even Kimberly felt bad. It was the worse spanking either of them had ever gotten. She left as Kyle was put in a corner for a half hour, still naked.
 
That night in bed, after he had jacked off for the third time, he thought about the chain of paperclips and the note, and how he had gotten five days of bad luck. They had to be connected, it was highly unlikely that such a series of unfortunate events could all fall on him the way they had. It was embarrassing, but at least only a few kids saw his privates and none of them, except his sister, had seen him naked. And now that the five days were over, so was the string of bad luck.
 
His butt was still sore the next morning, and after his mom left (to replace the clothes he had lost or ruined) he decided to put on a pair of board shorts and head to the pond and cool off. It was early on a Saturday, and he was thankful that he had it to himself. After sitting and relaxing for an hour or so he decided it was time to head home. He wanted to be there before his mom got home.
 
He got out of the pond and shook the water off his body and was about put his shoes on when the dogs showed up. He knew the dogs, everyone did. Bone and Balls, named by Seth Woods and his sister Angel. So named because Seth had trained them to bite dicks and balls, at least according to the sworn testimony of several kids. The dogs were also a brother and sister; three-year-old German shepherds. Big dogs.
 
And right after the dogs showed up, so did Seth and Angel.
 
“I know what you’re thinking,” Seth said to him. “You’re thinking that the dogs aren’t really trained to bit certain areas. I’d like to assure you that you are totally wrong about that. And don’t think about running, they enjoy a good chase.” Kyle stood there facing them.
 
“Angel is disappointed that she missed out on all the shows you put on in school last week. She was sick. But seeing you here now gave her the chance for you to help her get over what she missed. Take off the board shorts and give them to Bone.”
 
“Come on Seth, I’ve had a bad week. But nobody saw me naked. I’ll let her peek down inside if she wants, some kids got to do that.”
 
“Bone, show your teeth,” was Seth’s response. The male dog showed big, sharp, teeth, and growled as he showed them. “Give him the board shorts or you’ll find out just how well trained they both are.”
 
Even without biting him in sensitive areas, the two dogs were big enough to knock him down and bite him anywhere. Kyle untied the drawstring. “Please?” he asked before pushing them down. He saw the smile on Angel’s face and a determined look on Seth’s. There was no point in pleading for mercy. He pushed the shorts down and gave them to Bone, who took them and ran back to where the twins were standing.
 
“Put your hands behind your head,” Seth said as Angel began walking toward him. “It’s for your own protection. Balls is her dog and will defend her if you were to do anything that the dog thought was threatening.”
 
Kyle stood there with his hands behind his head and his dick growing hard. Angel came within five feet and started at it, smiling as it twitched up and down. Then she turned back to her twin brother.
 
“We can go now,” she said. “That was perfect.”
 
“Uh, how about my bathing suit,” Kyle said as they both turned and started walking down the trail.
 
“You’ll have to talk to Bone about that,” Seth said. “You gave them to him, he thinks they are his now. He might give them back, or he might not.” The dogs were following the twins, and Bone had Kyle’s board shorts hanging from his jaws.
 
Kyle knew that soon the pond area would be filled with kids. Being seen in his underpants had been horribly embarrassing. Being caught naked would be much worse. He finished putting on his shoes and started to jog down a different trail that lead back to his house. How he was to get there he didn’t know, he’d have several blocks to cover once he left the woods. But the sooner he got going the fewer kids he’d pass. He began to jog.
 
He’d been lucky. The only people to see him naked had been the twins. But just as he reached the driveway his luck ran out. His mom’s car was coming down the street as she returned from shopping. She would already be angry for having to buy him more clothes, but now this would tip her over the edge. Kyle hurried, hoping to get to the house ahead of her, but as he approached the front door his sister and her best friend were just exiting. They squealed with delight at the sight of him jogging, with his hands to his sides, naked.
 
Kyle pushed past them, only to find the door locked. “Nobody was going to be home, so I locked the house,” his sister said.
 
“Give me the key,” Kyle yelled as he covered up, holding his erect penis against his abdomen with his hands.
 
“No, I think I’ll let mom handle this.” The car had parked in the driveway. His mom had not opened the garage door, which would have given Kyle a way to get into the house.
 
“Where are your clothes,” she asked.
 
“The twins, Seth and Angel Woods took them,” he said.
 
“I passed them just around the corner and they told me you gave them your board shorts,” she said. “Is that true or not?”
 
Kyle was trapped. “Uh, I had to or they were going to sic their dogs on me. Their dogs are trained killers.”
 
“Bone and balls?” she asked. “I know those dogs well. Trained killers? They might lick you to death. They would protect the twins if you were to threaten them, but attack you on command? No, I don’t think so. The twins said they were as surprised as could be when you asked Bone if he wanted to play and just handed him the shorts. They said you were swimming naked. All of that is what I think is true. I have your board shorts in the car, Bone gave them to me. But since you seem to enjoy the attention you’ve been generating recently, you will be spending the rest of the day outside. The house will remain locked.”
 
“NO!” thought Kyle. The curse was only supposed to last for five days, and that was past. As his mom used her key to enter the house, he heard the deadbolt latch behind her. The house stood in the middle of the block with no trees or hedges or any cover in any direction. All the kids who lived around him were bound to see him sooner or later. And there was nothing he could do.
 
Around lunch time Paul showed up, unable to keep from laughing as he took in seeing his best friend naked outside, with neighborhood kids around him. With Paul’s help, the other kids were sent away.
 
“I thought I believed in the note you put in my locker, but that was only supposed to be for five days,” he said. “It should have ended by now if it was because of that.”
 
“Not so,” Paul said. “According to my brother, it always starts on the day after the chain is broken. So today is the fifth day. And the last day is always the worst, as you may have already guessed. Monday was just normal bad luck. I thought I told you that.”
 
The back door opened and his mom saw Paul and greeted him. “Have you learned your lesson?” she asked Kyle.
 
Kyle wasn’t sure what lesson he was supposed to have learned, but he said that he had indeed learned it.
 
“So, no more lies about people stealing your clothes when you gave them away freely?”
 
“Yes mom, no more lies,” he said.
 
“Then you and Paul can come in and have some lunch. If you think you can get through the day without needing to expose yourself again I’ll let you get dressed.”
 
Kyle was happy to be dressed, but he didn’t trust that all of his bad luck was over, so he hung around in his room for the rest of the day, being careful to mind everything mom asked of him that day. Nothing happened out of the usual, and that night he felt comfortable enough that it was over to take care of a stiff need. He still had to return to school the next day, but at least he didn’t need to fear what could happen. That is, until after last bell.
 
He opened his locker, ready to go home, and there, inside, was a steel cable, padlocked to the bar at the top and with a note attached at the bottom that read, “Put this in someone else’s locker before 3:30 pm today or you’ll have five days of bad luck.” Taped to the lock was another note that said, “I’ll give you the key to the lock tomorrow. See me in the morning.” It was signed by Paul. Kyle looked at the clock and saw the time was 3:29. And there was no way to remove the locked cable without the key.
 
 

 




   
   
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