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Subject: Dangling Cross 5 My cock was hard, and my body disoriented, when I woke up and looked over at glowing red letters on an alarm clock: 4:46. I hadn’t slept with an alarm clock next to my bed since high school in the late 90s–what the fuck? Where was I? There was somebody on either side of my body–Sam’s familiar form behind me, big spooning me. And then somebody in my own arms, much smaller, working his body up against my cock, moaning. A little voice. A boy’s voice. It all came back to me at once: the gas station, the boy with the rosy cheeks and dangling cross earring. My heart skipped a beat and I thought for a moment I might have to vomit–I had done what? In the past twelve hours, I had done WHAT? All those feelings and thoughts went away however, in the face of a primal lust. “You’re awake?” Danny whispered. “Yeah,” I groaned.” The boy moaned. His ass cheeks, tight and tiny and perfect, were planted on either side of my cock, and he was grinding back up against me. The satiny texture of the basketball shorts I had lent him were making it easy for him to slide up and down against my dick. Little mewing sounds kept coming from him. His silken hair and tiny skull were just an inch from my nose. I kissed the back of his head, and squeezed his tiny frame closer to me, and he moaned in satisfaction. I trembled. He was so tiny–so incredibly, deliciously tiny. I was sore from hours of fucking, sucking, and being masturbated by both Danny and Sam. We had thorughly corrupted him in those seven hours between dusk and midnight; the boy was thirsty for every kind of sexual contact imaginable. And now, at four in the morning, it seemed he was trying to quench his thirst again. * * * * * It began with the game of spin the bottle, during which we completely forgot about the ostensible purpose of the game (kissing) and he ended up with his thick little boy cock down my throat, draining his teenage balls in a frenzied and unexpected first discharge. He had sat in my lap afterward for a long while, eager to try his own luck at sucking cock. Sam had happily obliged, straddling the boy’s mouth while Danny tasted his balls and slurped on his dick. I, meanwhile, massaged and caressed the boy back to a rigid erection within a minute. He was like liquid fire in my arms: hot, languid, shivering with excitement. We had to stop several times to get Danny to take deep breaths and calm down; at one point in the early evening he even ran to the bathroom and nearly had to vomit because he had gotten so excited. Talk about a shock to the system. By around eight o’clock, he had settled into a comfortable snuggle between us. We were taking turns making out with him, kissing his sweet lips and caressing his dick. After kissing me for a long time, he crawled up on top of me and lay his full body weight on my chest and stomach. I fondled his ass; his perfect, taut ass, and spread his cheeks. “Danny, would you like to know what it feels like to get eaten out?” Sam asked. “Please!” the boy said. At once, he began moaning so loudly that he broke our kissing and had to bury his nose in my clavicle as he arched his back in pleasure. My boyfriend had his nose buried between the boy’s asscheeks, and was tongue bathing Danny’s tight little hole. I continued to caress and squeeze the boy’s ass, and kissed his tiny little ear as he shuddered and grunted in pleasure. “I want one of your cocks up inside me so bad,” said the boy. “I want my cock up inside you, too,” I said. “But you haven’t even given my dick a taste yet, how would you know you want it inside you?” Danny blushed. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” “What did you say?” “Daddy,” he said, plaintive, “do you want me to suck your big cock?” My heart pounded. He was already so, so good at this. “I want that more than anything but your ass.” I sat up in the bed and Danny shifted down to the bottom of the bed. My beloved Sam, who was also red in the face, seemed to have been thoroughly converted to the Church of Boy Worship. “You doing okay, babe?” I asked. Sam nodded, unable almost to form words. “Is it hot?” I asked. “It’s so fucking hot,” Sam said. “Put your ass in the air for Sam, baby boy.” “Yes, daddy.” Danny said, arching his tiny little back. Sam went back to eating the tiny boy pussy, and stroking Danny’s dangling member. The boy, meanwhile, was contemplating my thick, painfully hard cock. He looked a little intimidated. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Just do your best.” He nodded, and planted his lips at the base of my cock in a lovely, tight suctioned kiss. The smooching noise, and the vibrations that went with it, radiated into the root of my body. I put my hand on the back of Danny’s head and pulled him down tighter onto me. “Suck my balls,” I said. Danny moaned and opened his mouth wider onto my awaiting, shaven ballsack. My testicles are larger than average, and the boy struggled to fit even one of them in his mouth; the sight of his attempts drove me wild: blonde shaggy hair falling in his eyes, cheeks blushing, skin so smooth and pale. “Put your hand around my cock,” I said. He began jerking me, a little awkwardly, as he tried to suck my bollocks. I groaned , folded my hands behind my head, and watched in pleasure as the gorgeous thirteen year old fulfilled my most perverse desires. He began sucking me in earnest, then; his mouth felt like almost nothing (alas, there are downsides to a lack of experience), but he jerked me so sensually and moaned so loudly from being eaten out that I started thrusting uncontrollably into his tiny mouth; the thought of painting the back of his throat with my cum was too much. I wanted it. I didn’t care abotu the promise of his tight little cunt. I wanted it. I put both hands on his tiny head, felt that blonde cornsilk between my fingers, and began pumping him up and down. He gagged, and I didn’t stop. “You want daddy’s cum?” I asked; the words were coming through me, not from me–from some beast that lived deep in my chest and sounded like the devil himself. “Mmm!” Danny murmured, enthusiastically, coughing and gagging, eyes watering. I watched my thick, veiny cock pump in and out of his mouth; streaks of tears ran down his cheeks, and dripped off his chin; his whole face from the nose down was gleaming with spit, and strings of it clung to my cock as I thrust in and out. I had despoiled this little virgin; I had made a sloppy mess out of a thirteen year old faggot who was so thirsty for the experience that he had already cum fantasizing about me and my boyfriend fucking in a public bathroom. Meanwhile, Sam was jerking the boy and eating him out, and Danny started making high pitched noises like he was approaching orgasm. “You’re such a good little slut,” I said, putting my hand under his delicate jaw and continuing to pump in and out. “Mmhmm,” Danny obliged. “You love Daddy’s cock.” “Mmhmm!” “Take this cock down your throat!” I growled. Such a good boy. Such a natural little sub. Danny’s gag reflex opened up at my afyon escort command; I felt myself able to slide my whole cock down his throat, and his little nose touched my pubic hair. I grunted and boiled over; my cock spasmed and hot cum jetted forth and coated Danny’s throat. He gagged again and I pulled out a bit; my good little boy kept working my shaft with his hand and kept his mouth planted on my head while I filled it with hot, sticky cum. At this same moment, he moaned and whimpered so pathetically that I knew he was having his own orgasm: his first ejaculation from having a cock in his mouth, and the bitter musk of a man’s semen on his tongue. Sam milked the boy’s cock until his watery teenage cum spattered all over the hotel comforter. When it was over, I was sweaty and gasping. I guzzled water, and Danny went to the bathroom to spit and rinse his mouth with listerine. Sam wiped his face on a bath towel. He was hard as steel, looking at me with an expression of mixed embarrassment and lust. “How was that?” he asked. I nodded, unable to form speech. “I can’t believe how horny I am for this boy,” Sam said. An involuntary tremor went through his body, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. “He’s fucking Ganymede,” I said, and collapsed on my back. My knuckles touched the cold wet droplets of Danny’s cum on the comforter, and I smiled. This was all so, so fucking incredibly wrong–we would literally never be able to discuss any element of what happened here with any of our friends. Not even our therapists. And yet it felt so incredibly righteous and good; my body was singing with endorphins. When Danny came back into the room, he looked a little sheepish and self-conscious. “Hey kiddo,” I said, breaking into a wide grin. “How are you feeling?” “Really great,” he said. “Just–that was really. Really fucking awesome, but also like. I dunno.” He looked bashful, ashamed of himself. “Come here,” I said, opening my arms up. “Both of you, come lay your heads on my chest.” My two boys came and snuggled me; my arms draped down both of their backs. They looked into one anothers’ eyes as I kissed each of them on the top of the head and squeezed them closer to me. “Danny, you were amazing,” I said. “You had your first really kinky sex.” “That was sex?” Danny asked, puzzled. “Yeah, totally, what else would sex be?” “I mean, I thought somebody had to–” “Put a dick in?” “Yeah.” “In my opinion, any time people are giving each other sexual pleasure, it’s fuckin’.” “Okay,” said Danny. “Especially if people get off,” I said. “Speaking of which, it’s Sam’s turn.” “Oh yeah!” Danny said, and nearly leapt to his feet. “Should I suck you off next?” he asked, with all the eagerness and sincerity of a kid on his first day at work at a restaurant asking if he should sweep the floors again. We both giggled at his innocence, and he looked embarrassed. “What?” he asked. “Nothing bad,” I said. “You’re just fucking lovely and amazing. Come here,” I said. I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his body. His sweet sweet smell. I kissed his mouth, his cheeks, his eyes. He giggled and nuzzled into my armpit. My cock was already hard again. “Sam, what would you like to do to get off?” I asked. My boyfriend’s eyes flickered with thirst. He looked Danny up and down. “I want to top Danny.” “Ohhhh,” I murmured. Danny looked intimidated, and shrank into my embrace. “Danny, you’ve talked about wanting to take our dicks, but its a big process. Kinda painful sometimes. Very vulnerable. Sam, what was it like the first time you took a cock?” Sam hesitated. “I don’t want to scare you, Danny. But it’s intense. Feels like you’re going to piss and shit and lose control and die and all at the same time as making you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever felt.” Danny nodded. “I’ve read about it online.” “Yeah? Do you want to try it?” Sam asked. Danny nodded again. “You can always pull the plug if you feel like backing off. Or taking a break. No pressure.” “Okay,” Danny said. We got him ready; he was embarrassed to have to douche but we talked him through it and turned the TV back on. It was still only ten oclock at night–we would be up for another two hours of lust, eating Danny out, jerking each other off luxuriously while watching porn, loosening him up with fingers and tongues and butt plugs. At last, about an hour later, he felt ready to try the real thing. He was on his belly with both of us working on him, massaging his ass cheeks, kissing him, cooing encouragement into his ears. I had the brief, and somewhat disturbing thought that since infancy the boy had probably never had so much attention or affection. Sam, still rock hard, was ready to try. “Let’s have him ride you,” I said. “Danny, this will give you more control.” Sam lay on his back, his proud lance sticking straight up. It was a perfect cock for a beginner to take–narrow and long, with a tapering head, so that the boy could take in easily and only go as deep as he liked–but deep enough to match any other cock he was likely to take. Our gorgeous boy straddled Sam, and I wished so badly I could take a video–too bad it wasn’t worth the risk. I lubed up both Sam and Danny, and guided Sam’s cock toward Danny’s tight little asterix. The boy sank backward, hand around the base of Sam’s cock, and slowly inserted the tip of the cock into his hole. “There you go,” I said; my heart pounded as I watched the glans puncture the boy’s tightness and slowly enter him. He paused. Sam’s cock throbbed with his heartbeat. I squeezed Sam’s balls, and watched in total ecstasy as Danny slowly sank downward and accepted inch after inch of Sam’s cock up his asshole. “Ohhhh,” the boy moaned; and then, he sank down completely until his asscheeks were nearly touching his heels. Sam’s cock was completely buried in Danny’s tight, tiny body. Sam’s bollocks were pressed beautifully between Danny’s cheeks. “How does it feel?” Sam asked. “A lot,” Danny said; he looked giddy, a bit high. He shook his head, and rose up a bit; the cock slipped out completely, and a look of mortification went over the boy’s face. “OH!” “Don’t worry,” I said. Danny’s face went cloud-white. “Don’t worry, don’t worry,” I said. “Nothing bad happened.” “Okay,” Danny said. He still seemed petrified. “Feels like you shit everywhere, huh?” I said. Danny nodded. “Don’t worry, it’s just what it feels like. You’re clean as a whistle in there.” “Okay,” Danny said; he still looked apprehensive. He put his hand between his asscheeks and then checked his fingertips. I rubbed his back, kissed the side of his head. He swooned. I swooned. I buried my nose in the tousled hair at the top of his head. “We’re here with you, it’s okay,” I said. Danny shuddered. He nodded. Sam gently caressed the boy’s tummy, his chest, and he took a few deep breaths. Danny gripped the base of Sam’s cock, planted it inside of himself again, and sank back down. Sam put his hands behind the back of his head and enjoyed the sight of Danny agrı escort riding him slowly, hesitatingly, but with greater and greater pleasure and confidence. The boy was still soft, unfortunately–but it takes a real champion to stay hard with as much distraction as he was experiencing. I watched the beauty of Danny fucking himself onto my boyfriend for a few minutes; watched Sam’s face becoming more and more red as he began to pump himself in and out of the boy–until Sam looked over at me. “I feel self-conscious,” he said. “Can’t cum?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to give you two a minute,” I said. “I need some fresh air anyway.” They both nodded. I put on my coat, hat, and boots, and stepped outside. It was cold, but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Snow had completely buried the car–over a foot of it, in fact. It was probably a good thing I had stepped out, I needed to be clearing the snow off periodically or we would never escape this parking lot. I managed, with some difficulty, to open the back hatch and pulled out the broom/scraper. The snowfall dampened all sound. The highway was dead, not a single vehicle moved on it. I struggled and swept the roof of the car off, my breath steaming into the air. The streetlights around the parking lot gave a blazing, glorious light to the confetti from the heavens, and after clearing half the car, I paused for a moment to watch the blizzard and catch my breath, and contemplate the surreal moment I was in. The motel door: Room 14. Beyond that door’s chipped paint, secrets were unfolding that we would carry (I prayed) to our graves. In that room, sweating, foreheads pressed together, were my boyfriend and a thirteen year old boy. Sam’s long, lube-slick cock was pushing in and out of Danny’s tight virgin asshole, stretching him wide, and my boyfriend–mostly a complete bottom–was enjoying what was likely to be the tightest little boycunt he would ever fuck. Together, without the distraction of my voyeuristic eyes, they were panting and sweating. I could imagine Sam’s gasp; his delicate fingers wrapping around Danny’s throat as he plunged himself to the hilt up inside Danny’s ass. I could imagine the young boy moaning in discomfort as the lengthy cock stabbed deep, deep inside him; then as the thrusts continued, softening and pushing out so that he could accept the rigid cock easier and easier, until it became utter pleasure to have Sam’s weapon bludgeoning his little teenage prostate gland. I imagined, my own cock furiously hard, the frenzied effort Sam would make to pump himself deeper and deeper as he felt his orgasm coming; and then the way his whole body would freeze and go rigid as he unloaded himself deep in the boy’s hot, eager body. Their lips locked, tongues swirling, Sam would grunt as he spilled jet after jet of cum inside Danny. When I had cleared off the car, I looked up and realized that Danny was standing in the doorway, wearing Sam’s coat over my bathrobe. He was flushed, drinking a sprite, and smiling at me. “Look at you,” I said. He giggled. I wanted to say “a virgin no more,” but I didn’t want to make him feel even more self conscious. He winked at me. “Come inside, Daddy.” I had to fight it–the urge to say, “God, I love you.” Because I already did. It was impossible not to–I was already in love with him. Of course I was. He was a fucking angel. “I’ll be in in a minute,” I said. I looked around furtively; I was still a bit paranoid about anybody seeing us. The coast seemed clear; the blizzard had everybody shut in with closed curtains. “Did Sam cum?” I asked. Danny nodded. “It’s inside me,” he said, and rubbed his tummy. “Jesus fucking christ,” I said, not in anger or disgust but in total, abject lust. I wanted to see Sam’s cum dribbling out of that boy’s tight pucker so badly I could hardly keep my mouth shut about it. “Did it hurt?” I asked. “Not really, it felt good.” “Did you cum?” I asked. “No, it’s hard to–you know.” “Yeah,” I said. “Does it hurt now? Are you sore?” “A little bit,” Danny said. Then he batted his eyelashes. “Come back inside daddy. It’s your turn, next.” I nearly ran to the door. Back inside, Sam was in the shower. I checked in with him for a moment, kissed him on the lips. “You okay?” I asked. He nodded. He had a strange, panic-stricken look. “I can’t believe what I just did.” “Danny couldn’t be happier,” I said. He looked at me then with big, puppy dog eyes. “I’m scared, babe,” he said. I put my hand on the side of his wet face. “It’s okay, Sam. I’m starting to understand how all of this was–I think–strangely necessary.” “Necessary? What the fuck do you mean?” Sam asked. “Just–try to focus on the shower. Relax your body. Maybe we’ll pop that champagne when you get out. Don’t take it too seriously. It’s gonna be okay, babe.” Sam sighed, nodded. “Yeah, I know. It’s just weird. I can’t believe I did that.” “Just take your time in there,” I said. I closed the bathroom door. Danny was already waiting on the bed, naked, ass up. “Hold on cowboy,” I said. “I need a little foreplay first.” Danny shifted upward, hair disheveled. He looked utterly divine. “What?” he asked. I lay back against the headboard, propped some pillows up, and pulled my sweats back down. My dick was half rigid, and Danny crawled forward on all fours toward me. “Gimme a kiss,” I whispered. Danny’s sweet mouth was pressed to mine in an instant; the faint sound of his raspy little boy voice was on his breath as he kissed me, and I was hard again at once. I kissed his downy cheek, then grabbed his pink ears and rubbed them. So, so soft. He looked at my eyes and giggled. “Baby boy,” I said, “go down on my cock.” He nodded, and opened his mouth over the head of my dick. His cherry red tongue hung out, and I bounced my pre-cum slick glans on it. I moaned, put my hand on the top of his head, and pushed him down. His warm, wet mouth wrapped around my head, his tongue swirled, and I sighed in ecstasy. “Good boy,” I said, “such a good little boy slut.” Danny kept sucking me for a few minutes, until his jaw hurt; he had already given such heroic head earlier that I didn’t expect even that much from him. Then he looked up at me, jacking my cock with one hand, his big blue eyes so sweet and innocent. “How do you want to fuck me, sir?” I grabbed his delicate little face–gently, but firmly, my fingertips touching both ears. “I want you on your tummy.” He lay down, shivered and smiled. He was such a good, thirsty little slut. I could hardly wait to bury myself in him. He lay there prone, his face resting on the hotel pillow, his ass pert and perfect. “This might be a little more painful than riding Sam, okay?” “Okay, daddy.” “You tell me if it hurts, okay?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy,” I said. I squeezed a mass of lube onto my fingertips and slicked up his hole, and then slicked up my cock head. I was so, so horny. His little cheeks were no bigger than grapefruits, his akdere escort hole was so tiny it looked like my thick cock would tear him to shreds. I half expected that I would probably make him bleed. I prayed that would not be the case. He winced as I pressed my head against the entrance of his body; when my glans had pressed through his anus, he hissed in pain. I slowed, kept myself there. “It hurts,” he said. “I’m a lot bigger than Sam. Take deep breaths, babe.” We breathed together. He pushed out, and as I looked down, I got my wish; a creamy mess of Sam’s cum came flooding out of the boy’s asshole. It was pure white, unsoiled. He was still clean as an alpine river. “Oh no!” Danny blurted, and jolted upward. I pushed him back down. “It’s just cum. Relax. Push out.” He followed my command, and I felt the profound, impossible ecstasy of sinking my cock into a thirteen year old boy. He was tight as a noose, hot as a bed of coals, and softer than the snow falling outside. I collapsed on top of him and began to pull out, push in ever so slowly. “Owww,” he winced. “Keep breathing,” I said. His face relaxed, and I sank back in to the hilt. After a few minutes of this, Sam was still in the shower and the boy was finally getting used to my greater girth. His hole was, without any doubt, the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced; in the end, however, it was still just anal sex. In a way, it felt comforting to know that there was nothing so outrageously different between fucking my boyfriend and fucking this ultimate, taboo object of desire. I sawed in and out, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Looking at the boy’s tiny shoulderblades, and the downy hair on the nape of his neck, and let my body sink down to cover him and I kissed his ear, his neck, his shoulders; finally, I buried my nose in his armpit from behind. The sweet smell of his body odor drove me over the edge. My cock buried in his tight little ass, my nose buried in his armpit, his moans filling my ears, I felt my third orgasm that day come crashing forward with greater force than the other two combined. I wrapped one arm around his tiny body and put my hand around his throat; he was completely mine, enveloped in me and penetrated by me. If real life could ever look like tentacle porn, this was it. I thrust as deep as I could into him, he made a noise halfway between a grunt and a squeak of pain, and I came. My cock made six or ten forceful, long, hot bursts of cum deep inside the boy. He trembled under me, and I sank my weight down onto him completely as I finished sawing in and out and breeding his ass. When I was finished, I lay there collapsed on top of him with my sloppy cock deep inside his little boy frame, until he shrugged me off. “I can’t breathe,” he wheezed. I nodded, and fell to one side of the bed. He laughed. “That was really intense,” he said. “It was incredible.” “I came,” he said. “Wha–really? Were you touching yourself?” “No,” he said. “It just came out of me, when you were really deep. I couldn’t stop myself.” My cock lurched in newfound thirst–I had made the boy orgasm hands-free, solely from beating his prostate gland with my dick. Amazing. Amazing. Amazing. “Thanks kiddo,” I said. “That might have been the best fuck of my life.” “Really?” he asked, blushing. I tousled his hair. After that, he had taken a shower of his own. Sam and I had checked in together about it; my boyfriend was still rattled and unsettled at the entire string of events, but I reassured him. We popped the bottle of champagne, and had a few glasses to calm our nerves. The boy emerged from the shower looking more sleepy and exhausted. We all went to sleep around midnight, after half-watching, half talking over a very soothing and stupid episode of I Love Lucy. And so it was that, four hours later, I woke up with the boy grinding up against me in the darkness. He was so close, so snuggled up into me. “Baby boy,” I whispered. “Mhm?” “Do you want it again?” “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered. “Hold on,” I said. I got up, went to the front window, and pulled back the blinds. The streetlights were yellow and cast their golden bars into the dark hotel room. Snow continued to rush past them, and lay everywhere outside in mighty drifts now three or four feet deep in some places. I returned to the bed, snuggled between my two boys, and began rubbing Danny’s hole. He groaned. My cock was hard, and ready, and I reached for the lube in the darkness. This would be a long, slow, gentle fuck. The speed at which Snails reproduce. We watched the snow fall outside, and I pressed my cock through Danny’s tight little hole. He moaned and sank back onto me until I was buried all the way. We lay there, on our sides, big spoon and little spoon, for an hour of pure bliss. I kissed his throat, I slowly pumped by dick in and out of his tiny body, and he slowly worked himself back and forth, milking my cock. My orgasm was something I had not looked for, but suddenly found; my efforts not to wake Sam had kept me slow-building to a plateau that seemed it would last forever. At last, the sweat and semen and teenage smells of the boy, and the mewing noises he made as he ground his smooth asscheeks against my hipbones, the tightness of his hole’s milking my shaft, all made me suddenly grip him again in my arms and spill my cum deep inside him again. His tiny body, everything I ever dreamt of, I used. I felt my cock spasming and my heart leap, and I flooded his little body with my cum and felt his sphincter tighten around the base of my dick. We lay there, me still inside him, for a long long time. I covered him with kisses; he trembled and nestled into my embrace. I pulled out of him and told him to go void himself in the bathroom, and I followed him to clean myself off with a wet washcloth. In the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, he finished up on the toilet, and was washing his hands while I stood behind him in the mirror. I saw myself: middle-aged, haggard, sleep deprived–if incredibly satisfied and glutted on teenage ass. And then I saw Danny: vulnerable, tiny, far, far too young for anybody to sexualize without doing damage. He looked up at me with those big, oceanic eyes. “I love you Simon,” he said. My body filled with terror, and pain, and yes–of course–Love. Because of course I loved him. “I love you too, Danny.” “Can I come home with you guys?” he asked. “I wish,” I said. “What do you mean, you wish?” “We’ll have to talk about it in the morning. Come snuggle me, okay?” The boy agreed. He cleaned up. We went back beneath the covers, and he nestled his nose into my chest hair, and I wrapped him in my arms and tried to sleep. Of course, there would be no sleep for me. There would only be the reverie of lying with him in my arms, and hearing his sweet breathing, and feeling his tiny body encapsulated in the scope of my love and adoration. If only this night could last forever. Thanks for reading. For now, this is very much the end of the arc; however, a thorough epilogue will come along eventually. Send fan mail and comments to ail OH you sillies. Just because I have a Sanskrit name doesn’t mean I speak English as a second language, nor that I’m from South Asia.

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