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Stacee looked at her prom dress. The sparkly black thing made her smile. She shoved it in the black garbage bag along with a couple other skirts and dress shoes. They would all go to Skippy's Freebies, the local charity house. Anyone could go in and get free things, if they needed it. She grabbed a couple fairly new stuffed animals and stuck them as well. The only things she saved where things she loved and none of those were suitable to give away anyway. Her old bunny Hopsy was supposed to be white, but after so many washes was a mix of brown and pink, her cat, Snuggles, was missing an eye, and Cinnamon, her bear had a stain of sticky stuff on her nose that wouldn't come off. Even her favorite clothes weren't giveaway worthy, her favorite pants had flannel patches on the knees and several artful drawings of stick people and animals, like tatzelworms or kitty dragons. She smiled at her books. They were never in danger of being given away. Her phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey," Emily said. "What's up?" "I feel horrible. I have to clean my room. I need you to come over and help me, it's impossible by myself." "Ok," Stacee shrugged. She slung the bag over her shoulder. She could drop it off on the way to Emily's house. Stacee made her way to Skippy's Freebies. She drug the bag in and looked around. She loved to see all the random assorted things, like tshirts from obscure locations and skirts from the 1980s. "Thanks," Jamie, the girl at Skippy's Freebies said. "Can I have your name to put you in the drawing?" "No," Stacee said. She left the bag. There was no way she wanted to take any credit for this. It was an act of charity, nothing else. It made her happy to give something back. She needed so much charity herself back in the day. She left and headed over to Emily's. "Ugh," Emily said. "I hate this room. If only dad's job didn't cheat him so much we could afford a better place and I'd have more room, and furniture. i need more shelves, as you can see." Stacee nodded and said nothing. "Anyway, I'm packing stuff for a yard sale," Emily said. "DO you have any stuff you want to put in the yard sale?" "Maybe," Stacee said. "I might have something." Emily held some dolls up. "These are worth a lot, I bet I could get something for them." "Yeah, but its a yard sale, you can't charge a lot," Stacee said. "Yeah, maybe I'll sell them on ebay instead." Later "Why would Skippy talk to you and not me?" Emily asked. "I don't know," Stacee lied. "Why would SKippy choose you to live in the Waterplace?" |
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| 05:15pm 13/05/2008 | |||
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I wonder if I'm the only person to masturbate when I have two different friends with benefits I could go to. I suppose I could call one to see if they are busy, but I'd rather pleasure myself. Once you rely on someone then things get complicated. Well, today may be the first time I successfully masturbated about something that was not rape or bondage. It was about Steve... It too place in royal times as many of my fantasies do and it involved my servant (I was the princess, I'm always the princess!) and what started out as a backrub. |
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Maybe Britney Spears knew what she was talking about "hit me baby one more time." I sure would like him to hit me THERE again. Wooaaaaaaaah. He is so fuckin amazin in bed. I wonder if I am violating some ethics code, because he is also damn cute and I think I'd do anything for him. Why? I don't want to go on about the reasons this is a bed idea. The annoying whine of "I'm bored," tied with idiotic statements. I still want him. I can't stop thinking about him. I can't remember the last time I slept in my own bed. |
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He put his hand in between my legs. "Mine," he said. "But I need it," I said. "I like it." "With who?" he asked. "Well its pretty good with you." Pretty good was an understatement, this guy is fuckin amazing. "I can let you have it back when I see you," he said. "That way no one else can use it." "You're silly," I said. I chose to ignore that statement maybe. I am infatuated with him. He is cute and damn. He decided to try doggy style with me yesterday, it was the second time we had sex within a few minutes. I don't know what he was touching, he sure knows exactly where to hit me at. I was in ecstasy. What I didn't say If you do things like that to me, I will do anything you want. I am captivated. You may be younger and not interested in many of the same things, but I am hooked. Damn you are cute. And wow, you know how to move that. |
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| 09:06am 03/05/2008 | |||
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"I want to know more baout you," he said. "I'm a curious person." He was on my computer looking for my porn, after I made the mistake of telling him not to look at it. I had it clearly marked porn just so everyone knew not to look at. I'm so naive. It's only homemade stuff anyway. But he wasn't going to see it. "If you let me look I'll let you look at my computer," he said. "Nah," I said. Although he was so hot, lying on my bed, I love his dimples. The few pictures are fine. But the video clips, those are of Matt and I...I think that would be awkward. I'm not sure. Anyway, I'm contemplating letting him see. But I have a bigger delima all the same. I think we are dating, but I am not sure. I have no idea how to tell when I am dating someone. The main reason is because of Matt. We are not dating. We have possibly never been dating. We are more or less friends with benefits. We've been that way since last year. I am wondering if I am dating this guy or not, because I don't want to cheat on him. I need to figure that out soon. |
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I guess I don't understand it because my favorite thing about sex is the moment. I love the passion, the touches, the tension, the abandon, the nearness of smells and tastes. Freckles, curly hair, eyes that could be green blue or grey or maybe brown, the little details that are missed in the pounds of animal thrusting. Of course the thrusting is great too, but it needs to be done right for me at least. That is why I don't get off on porn, but everyone has different things, thats just mine! |
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Carl- January 10 2000 to december 2001 - I was 15, you were 16, I believe. Chris- febuary 18 2002- april 2006 You were 17 or 18. I was 16 or 17. Matt- january 2007 to 2008 I was 22 or 23. You were 25 or 26 Nathan- april 2007 I was 22, I think you were too. Matt- may 2007 You were 26, I was 22, Joe- august 2007 You were 20, I was 22 Tarek- november 2007 you were 33, I was 23 Nat- december 2007 to febuary 2008 you were 25 i was 23 david- december 2008 you were 21 i was 22 steve- today april 27 2008 you were 19 i was 23 |
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| 05:20pm 27/04/2008 | |||
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Yup, as shallow as it sounds. Carl- I was 15, you put it in me just to show me how it felt. It hurt so bad. It never hurt that bad again. I loved kissing you in the rain and making hickies on your neck. Your hair always smeeled so good, I love herbal essences still. Chris- I flipped a coin to see if I'd kiss you. You kept touching me and then wrote me a letter about how you would enjoy doing "things" with me if you thought I would enjoy them. It was hot when you pushed me down in the field when we wrestled. Matt- you put your arms around me and asked what you could do to entertain me. You have amazing blue eyes. You asked about my fantasies and tied my arms and legs with your clean socks, and told me you could do anything you wanted to me. I adore you. Nathan- You were a really good kisser, we kept at it for hours, you were cuddly, when you got territorial your eyes did this feral thing that turned me on. You said you read my whole online diary and loved me. That amazed me. Matt- You made pasta carbonara and we watched the republican debates. We talked all night and drank. You said I must have great legs and I was as pure as snow. Then you asked me about my interests in bdsm and had me take my clothes off and submit to your will. We slept along the rail trails one night. Joe- You are a cutie. Your voice is sexy, the second time we had sex you told me to go ahead and make noise to make you feel good about yourself. You made the cutest expression when I went to hug you goodbye the first day. You made a joke about boobs and always ended the date with a joke. Tarek- We watched ninja warrior and laughed. you started kissing me and we took it into the bedroom. You were so experienced, you took me in so many ways, it was nice. i kept wanting to say no, but didnt. we never did drink that alcohol and i never invited you back. Nat- My favorite thing has to be the one raised eyebrow, that is hot. Next is you are a sweetie, you looked at me in such a way as if I was worth staring at, like what you saw was amazing. I felt beautiful, funny and intelligent around you. You showed me baltimore and dc. David- Our first date I fell for you hard. You danced while walking and sang bond songs. It was cute. I let you play with my boobs and it was fun. You are very smart and it impresses me. You gave the best head I'd had in a while. I fucked you in the ass with a dildo and pretended you were a woman. Steve- We fought over a nerf sword and i kept wanting to touch you, it didnt matter how or why. you look so innocent yet something tells me you arent. I loved taking a shower with you, wet you is infatuating. Your playful attitude is great. |
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We rode ahead on the brick road. "I understand feelings really well, except my own," Steve said. "Yeah, me too," I said. "I guess thats why I'm always single." What? My head screamed. Is he wanting pity or trying to make a pass at me? Or both? I played Tekon on the ps2 for the first time and I was in love. That game rocked. It was no Bloody Roar, but still had its charms. My friend Ron left, so it was just Steve and me. "So, I'm guessing Ron's your boyfriend," Steve said. "Oh no," I laughed. "I've known him forever. He's my brother's best friend." "Oh, well I figured he was your boyfriend. I know you were flirting a lot, but I wasn't sure." "No," I wondered if Ron and I really flirted. "I didn't want him to think I was trying to flirt with his girlfriend," he said. I let him win, I was too immersed in wondering if Ron and I flirted and if anyone else thought so and also if Steve was trying to flirt with me. We raced a while. My lack of car knowledge or turning sense did not seem to disappoint him even though he had a lack of adequate challenger. Then he attacked me with a nerf sword and we had a war, fighting over it. A few times his arms were around me or he was on top of me or vice versa and he stared at me and I thought we were going to make out, but that didn't happen. We rough housed and knocked things over, mostly me, and ended up in comfy chairs next to each other, occassionally poking each other or trying to tip the other over, but somehow this led to holding hands, which led to him laying on the chair next to me, which led to us deciding to find a more comfy spacious spot, which happened to be his bed, which led to my shirt coming off and us kissing and his shirt coming off and.... Then there was a very nice shower. He is adorable in the shower. Then there was bike riding and I almost died, well maybe not, but I was scared to death, but I let myself go. I slid down and he caught me. Adrenaline is nice. |
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This takes place in imagination land and is the meeting between all the guys I've ever had sex with. In Order. Carl kissed Nancy goodbye. He wasn't going to let her start another fight. He was going to work, and he didn't want angry calls while working. He picked Angela up and kissed her on her curly blond head. She made it all worthwhile. She was why he stayed. "Bye Princess," he said, putting her down on the floor, turning up Metallica on his mp3 player and leaving the house. He got in his black Thunderbird and started to drive down the road. Oddly, the road started to look differently and soon Carl was not sure where he was. He didn't think he was drunk, but it sure seemed like the road was. Yet, there was McDonald's and there was a big sign outside. "Welcome Carl." He wondered what sort of surprise the coworkers must have planned for him. He smiled. Everyone loved him. "I'll miss you more," Chris said, covering his girlfriend Stephanie with kisses. He went outside to get ready for another crappy day at work. If it wasn't for Stephanie, he'd probably kill himself. Every day just seemed to get worse. He got in his green Ford and turned the radio way up. He jammed to My Humps and didn't notice that the road changed completely. He saw the mall and stopped. It was time for work. "I should probably go today, but I just don't want to." Matt said. He considered going and not going to his stupid graduate historiography class, and finally decided to go, but he was definitely getting beer on the way back. He walked down the godforsaken hill and to class. He was a bit high, so the road being different didn't seem to bother him. Woodburn loomed in front of him. Some fucking Kike almost ran him over with his gas guzzler with the gay bumper sticker "Hillary 08." "What the fuck," Matt said. The dumb shit got out of the car and started in on him. "Why the hell were you in the way of my car?" Chris asked. "Fuck you," Matt said. "You need to learn how to drive, but I see you're a retard who wants an evil cunt to run the US." "Who cares if she's a stupid woman, Bill will whip her into shape." "Her vagina isn't the issue, she's George Bush with a vag." "You trying to look tough to make up for being a midget?" "Fuck you," Matt punched him in the nose. Chris grabbed at him, but missed and fell over. He grabbed Matt's leg, getting kicked in the face, jumped up and smacked Matt in the nose. "Fuckin pussy, that's not even going to leave a mark," Matt said, walking into the building. He looked around, this wasn't Woodburn, what the fuck. It was a giant room with tables and a strange scrawny tall guy was drinking hot sauce directly out of a bottle. "Wow, you drink hot sauce?" he asked. "Yeah, you want some?" Carl asked. "Fuck yeah," Matt said. Carl handed him a bottle. "You should try the kind in Miami, its really fuckin sweet," Matt said. "This kind's the best," Carl said. "You just haven't been out much," Matt said. "Eh, its always best when licked off of a couple women anyway." "A couple, how many have you had a once?" "At most was 4." "How do you do it?" "He doesn't," Chris said interrupting. "He's a lying loser. By the way, Carl, how's that whore Cathy, are you guys back together?" "Fuck you," Carl said, punching Chris in the face. "You never learn," Matt said. "What the fuck," Chris said, laughing. He grabbed hold of Carl and pushed him against the wall. Carl pushed him back. "You fuckin pedephile," Carl said. "People like you shouldn't breath." "Ewww, you fuck kids?" Matt asked. "Yeah, my friend was married to him and found it on his computer." "Disgusting," Matt said. He punched Chris in the ribs. "Hey, he's mine," Carl said. "He threw my friend out of a moving car." "Oh a wife beater that fucks kids, I should have recognized your stupid zionist pedismile." "Shut the hell up," Chris said, twisting Carl's wrist and being surprised at the strength in his scrawny arm. Nathan woke up in the back of his computer repair shop. It wasn't like he had a life, so he might as well sleep at work. He yawned and went to the bathroom. He heard noise and came out to investigate. "What the hell?" he saw three guys. One was tall, scrawny and wore a green trench coat, one was short with baggy pants and a baseball cap and they were both beating on one who was medium height with a slightly pudgy face and a shaved head. "Hello," Carl waved. Chris attempted to use that as a time to slap him, but Matt grabbed his arm back. "What are you doing in my store?" Nathan asked. "We haven't opened yet." But he looked around confused. It looked more like a big party room. Tables were set with food, there were chairs, couches, even a tv and entertainment center. He scrtched his head. He hadn't drank anything last night. Why had he woken up here? "Oh, is this your store?" Matt asked. "What do you sell?" "It's Mcdonalds," Carl said. "I don't know how it changed." "You can come out now," Chris said. "I know you're playing a trick on me. Haha, its not funny, let's go." "Hello everyone!" Harris came in smiling. he looked around. "Not much crowd, I must be early." He went to a table and got some punch and a plate full of crackers. "Why are YOU here?" Matt asked Harris. "Oh, we're meeting to discuss Ron Paul's speech, isn't that why you came?" "No, I was going to histiography." "Oh, I hate when that happens. Maybe we hit some sort of shift in time and place. Freaky." He shoved a slice of ham in his mouth and chewed noisily. Joe heard the discussion on a space time mess up and walked in. He smelled the food and knew that this was the place. He wasn't sure what the meeting was about, but a free meal was a free meal. He walked in and over tot he tables. He started filling his plate with ham, chicken, chips, potato salad, deviled eggs and assorted sweets, cookies, fudge, etc. "Nice hat," Joe said to Harris, who was wearing a black cowboy hat. "Thanks, nice shirt," Harris told Joe, who wore a yellow shirt with a black stripe, like charlie brown. "Hello, fellow ninja warriors," Tarek shook Joe's hand when he walked in. "Hi," Joe said with food falling out of his mouth. "Hello," Tarek shook Harris' hand. Harris shook it back. "I'm please to meet you," Harris said. "I'm Harris the coordinator for Ron Paul in Morgantown, WV. Where are you from?" "Pittsburgh," he said. "Me too," Chris said. "And probbly most people are, since thats where we are." "I beg to differ, you retard," Matt said. "This is Morgantown. Someone smoked some bad rock." "I don't smoke no fossils, like you," Chris said. "This is Morgantown," Joe and Carl said at the same time. "Yeah," Harris said. "I'm pretty sure anyway, but like I said, space time.. woah." "Umm, we're in Marietta, Ohio," Nathan said. "You are all confused." "Eh, are you guys rehearsing some sort of play?" Nat asked walking in. "Where do you think we are?" Harris asked. "Baltimore," Nat said. "But this is NOT my office, so I'm not sure anymore." David had his D&D books in his backpack. He was all ready for the tournament. He opened the door and was a bit surprised that only one other person appeared to be dressed up. He looked down as his rogue warrior dwarf costume and felt overdressed. "What's your class?" he asked Carl. "I'm usually a werewolf," Carl said. "Which game you playing?" David took out his books. "I haven't played that game in years," Matt said. "Cool." Him, Nathan and Joe gathered around David's books. David smiled a bit at the attention, but looked annoyed that no one else brought a book. "Woah, geek overload," Chris said. "Hey," Steven walked in and looked around. Free food is always good. He loaded his plate and sat on a comfy chair near the group of people pawing through some books. "Eww, reading," he strained his neck to see. "It's original D&D," Nat said. "What's D&D?" Steven asked. David ignored his idiotic remark. But Carl smiled and walked over to him. He started to explain all the possible definitions of role playing and all various games, classes, attributions, dice throwing, gms....Steven got lost at, "D&D is one of many role playing games..." |
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2. Matt knocked on the door, I tried to remove traces of taking pictures of myself.ect. 3. He brought me yummy spinach and egg soup, African violets (adorable, sparkly with fuzzy leaves, and in a pot of dirt), fruit stripes gum with temporary tattoos, and National Treasure 2 to watch together. Among the sex and cuddling. 4. I got a package from Nat full of yummy Italian goodies, such as bread/cake and some hard things I can't eat yet. 5. Mary brought cupcakes with pink icing and Jessica made heart shaped brownies. Some peeps came over for the party, Ron brought me milk! Jessica brought ice creams! and mary evan (hayes went upstairs so not to infect me) then later steve melanie and ryan (who i made introduce himself). we played ddr and they talked about sex among other oddities 6. 2ish am a guy, eddie, called me, he works at dp dough, i get food there all the time, he delivers the food and i guess he likes me or something, im not quite sure, but he wants to call sometime and maybe go out or something. Note: I think I am vain, egotistical, self centered. I am always thinking about myself. I help other people, but at the same time it seems what I am thinking is self motivated. He's cute or she'll think I'm a good person, etc. |
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Amidst the breaking of bottles over people's soft pliable necks, losing teeth to a bout of scurvy, cutting down victim after nameless victim with silent sword and throwing stars, there were 2 youngsters who would see a place for the hate to die. "I'll miss you," Viking Dog said. Ninja Bunny didn't even turn her head towards him. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes. She must not show emotion. Easy for Viking Dog, but for a female Ninja to show emotion would kill her career.She practicing her deathly sword strokes and pounced on Viking Dog for one last time. "Good bye, my friend." she said softly in his ear. And that was it, she hopped off him, and left. He got up, not at all scared from his brush with death, he was used to her kind of affection. He set off to see the world. |
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matt and jenny were foolong around regularly and expected me to be happy i was jealous but pretended i wasnt i was talking to joe at a lunch table and we somehow ended up having sex i saw the unedited version of the little mermaid's part of your world song where she was selfish and demanding, jenny said she always knew the real ariel |
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| Her husband was a drunk. She embarrsedly propped him up, hoping her family would not notice that he passed out. He put his arms around her sister, and her sister moved, knocking him over. No one likes a dunk on Christmas day, but she loves a drunk, because the drunk happens to be a very nice man who just happens to have an alcohol problem. | |||
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| 05:22pm 25/12/2007 | |||
| My newly trained ninja troops and I fought the enemy and were about to escape on our old boat, but some of the group left and took it refusing to let the others ride on it. I, the supreme controller of the world, was about to toss them all intot he water and give the boat to my troops, but I felt love for each and every one of them and thus could not. Instead, I created my own new and superior boat for my troops and we set sail on that one, full of food, safety and entertainment. Not long til the rebels who had left us for dead were hungry and lost at sea, they saw us and htought us royalty, a great ship, never guessing we were those they left for dead. I couldn't let them starve, but I did not let them on our boat. never again would they get a chance to harm my people. | |||
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"Here comes the anthropophagus!" "Is that like an anthropologist?" "Kinda like that, except instead of wanting to have dinner with you, you're the main course." "To him, humans are effete morsels." "I must amortize for my sins, but this is crazy." "He left wheals all over the kid." "Bah claptrap," Courtney Scrouge said. "Let's look at the milieu," Hopeful Man 4 said. "This isn't dilettante porn," Carina Celata said smugly "Let's walk along this spoor, shall we?" Hopeful Man 5 asked her. "If walking subsumes sex," she said. "Of course," Hopeful Man 5 exuberated. |
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"Ohh la la," Jenny said, looking for my underwear in my backpack. "Could you please not go through my stuff?" I asked, an improvement for me, who never complains, who never asks. Instead of listening, she took my camera out and took pictures of her boobs. "That really bothers me that you're invading my personal property," I said. "So, you let guys have sex with you when you don't want to, and I can't even touch your stuff." "Just because I have trouble with this, does not mean I should just let everyone do anything I don't like." I said, wishing I could leave and never come back. Wishing I could tell her she was part of the problem, not the solution. "True," she said, getting quiet, maybe it just dawned on her how much that hurt me. |
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I flew across the sky, over power lines and home, sweet home, only to find my new stepfather staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "What were you doing?" he said, his words scolding me, while his eyes undressed me. "I know I'm not supposed to fly in day light, so close to public, but look at the sky. I know you can understand." My mom doesn't know, but sometimes, at certain times, he turns into a werehawk, a huge personified hawk. And sometimes he just has the urge to fly. Another thing my mom doesn't know. SHe thought it was freaky enough that I could fly. If she knew someone completely unrelated could...let's just say she wants everything to be normal and like everyone else ALWAYS. She loves me, because I'm her kid. I doubt she would marry a man who could fly. I often wondered if my dad could fly, if I got this from him. Or if maybe she secretly could fly, but never did it, because it wasn't normal. I always felt guilty of the times I stopped in the yard to talk to my new stepfather. There was some feral urge, an impulse towards him. I wanted to jump him or have him jump me in some animalian kind of way. He walked into the house and I followed. Before turning into his private office, he stared at me, long and hard. Oh, he wanted me alright. "What happened?" Mom asked, surprising me from her hidden corner. I doubt new stepdad saw her either. He never wanted her to see the way he looked at me at times. "I was flying in public again," I said. "I think he's mad." "Oh," she said, breathing of relief. I could tell the look, she had been worried he'd did something to me, sexually. She knew the way he wanted me, there was no hiding it. I knew we'd be leaving him shortly. So, selfish reasons completely, I told her. "He flies too," I said. "What?" she looked shocked. "I saw him. Don't worry, it's nice to have someone else who can fly around. It gets lonely and confusing sometimes. Maybe he can teach me some things, like how to control it better." "I'll talk to him about it," she said. "Although he may get mad, since he never told me he could fly." "Then let me talk to him," I said. "I need to apoligize for telling you, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell..." I trailed off, feigning a worried look. Hell, I knew I wasn't supposed to tell. "No," she said. "Don't apoligize, I always want to know these things. Never feel you can't tell me anything. There are no secrets between us." "Thank you, Mom," I said, hugging her, wishing that it was true and I could tell her anything, like which may be the case if I wasn't attracted to her new husband. |
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