5 out of 7 ain't bad
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Posted:Apr 22, 2024 1:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 21 Views
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My white week only lasted about 5 / five days. As I’d hoped, someone decided to book a massage with me, and I happily broke the promise I’d made to myself, to abstain from sexual activity for at least 7 / seven days. During the session, I actually went further than I usually do. It was quite an erotic experience.
This was not an ex massage , but a friend whom I’d had a couple of encounters with before. He’s the guy who let me shower at his place, but searched my bag and put me through a strip search first. It was more fun than I make it sound, and we had such a good time that we’ve remained in touch, lusting after each other from afar. When I contacted him and asked if there was any work he’d like me to do for him in exchange for some much needed cash, he mentioned pulling weeds. As willing as I was to do that, I had no trouble convincing him to pay for a massage instead.
We didn’t agree on a rate, or time frame, I just showed up at his place, took a quick shower, and then jumped into the fun. He lit a joint, and while we passed it back and forth he alternated between taking hits and sucking my dick. We finished half the joint, and he spent a fair amount of time down on the floor, between my legs, but eventually I acted responsibly and asked if he wanted to lay down on his bed so that I could actually massage him. Before I officially began though, I made him lie on his back and we had some mutual oral 69 position fun for a while. Most of the time you won’t catch me with a stranger’s cock in my mouth but I couldn’t resist, and I’m glad I didn’t. It felt great, and I remained aroused the entire time.
At some point I did start the actual massage, and though I won’t say I did a thorough job, I’ll still brag about my general abilities with confidence. There was no deep tissue release, I just did my best to relieve a bit of muscle tension while simultaneously creating it in his nether regions. Soon enough I had him on his back again, dick in my mouth, and at some point I remember straddling him so that the head of his prick rested against my asshole. I’d lean down on top of him, reach back, grab hold of his shaft, and slap the head of it against my pucker. Hot damn it felt good!
There was no release for either of us, but that didn’t affect my enjoyment one bit. I think the very next day both of us were tag teaming the ass of a friend of mine, so nobody lost out or anything like that. Had my friend not booked a massage with me I might have made it a full 7 / seven days without sexual gratification of any kind, but I’m not sure I could have fully resisted. I’ve shot my load though, and don’t feel the compulsion to do it again right away, so maybe I can make today my 2nd / second attempt at a white week.
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move along Sir
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Posted:Apr 21, 2024 12:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 87 Views
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Last night I woke to the sound of a police officer tapping a flashlight against the window of my van. I scrambled to the front seat, put the keys in the ignition, and turned the power on so that I could roll down my window, then spoke with the officer briefly. She was not aggressive, and actually seemed quite embarrassed to be doing her job. I provided my identification so she could check and see if I had any warrants for my arrest, but other than that our interaction was almost cordial. The fact that my van smelled of marijuana was mentioned, and when I offered to leave the parking lot and find a different place for the night I was told to remain where I was, just to be safe. No use getting in trouble for a DWI - Driving While Intoxicated. A lot of people think this only applies to alcohol, but the truth is you can get a DWI for driving under the influence of just about any “substance” or drug. So I was told, emphatically, to stay put for the night, but find a different place to park from now on.
This is not the first time I’ve been woken by a police officer or security guard in the middle of the night. During a particularly heavy and lengthy stint of rain I tried to take refuge in parking garages that were either part of a shopping mall, or designated for public transportation. I’d hoped to blend in with other vehicles, but I turned out to be the only person parked in these places at 3 / three in the morning, so I’ve been told to “move along” more than once. Every person I’ve encountered has been polite, which I appreciate, and some do seem to almost be embarrassed by what they have to do as part of their job. It’s obvious to them that I’m not a criminal mastermind, setting up and getting ready to burgle a place, nor am I some scumbag who leaves garbage strewn about the area where I park. I do my best to be as inconspicuous as possible, but sometimes I just can’t win.
There was a brief time when I was parking in a neighborhood, near a walking path, but a man in a small apartment complex became overly interested in my presence and I started to fear the police might get involved. At one point the guy stopped and began taking photos of the van (I assume the license plate) so my desire to avoid confrontation won out and I moved on. It was a good spot, but I think as the weather gets better it’ll become a place where I no longer want to park, because of what I assume will be an increase of foot traffic on the path. For now, I’m not sure where to go, but once I get a job the place I park when I want to sleep will have a lot to do with the location of my workplace. With the exception of my storage unit, there is nothing tethering me to any particular city, so if I find a job that is 15 / fifteen miles away I can technically move there, and don’t have to travel that far every day, twice a day. I can simply make sure most of what I need is in the van, and find a spot a few miles from work if I want to. If there are advantages to being homeless and living in a van, they are small like that, but still significant.
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what is the correlation?
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Posted:Apr 20, 2024 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 169 Views
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Gay men on the hookup site I belong to seem lazy, but are they also confused? I can’t tell you the number of guys who send me nothing more than “hey”, “sup” or some variation of a single word greeting, accompanied by a photograph. Sometimes the picture is of their entire body, but most of the time it’s either dick or ass. Now I never say on my profile that I’m looking for a cock to suck, get fucked by, or play with in general so pictures of those confound me. If you’re offering me your ass, if you’re saying you are a bottom and asking to get fucked, why include a photo of your penis? Is there some confusion on your part?
Just last night some guy sent me a message saying he was a bottom, looking to get fucked in the ass, but included a picture of his cock. He wrote; “I am all cleaned and prepped, ready to get fucked” so I sent a sarcastic reply back, asking him how it was going to be physically possible for me to penetrate his “clean and prepped” dick with mine? I’m not stupid, I know what was being communicated, I just don’t understand the correlation.
I’m not the only person who thinks this is strange. I see quite a few posts on the site that mention the phenomenon. It would stand to reason that a person sucking cock would, at the very least, post a photo of their mouth for others to see. If you are offering your mouth, show it to us! The same should go without saying for the men who want to bottom, or get fucked in the ass. If you want me to penetrate your anus, show it to me, so I know if I am going to be interested when the time comes. When you’re trying to sell a car you don’t advertise with a picture of the steering wheel, do you? Maybe it would be part of a larger collection, but the main eye-catcher should be more appealing and direct, right? That’s why people in real estate put a picture of the house for everyone to see, not the basement. Well, they do that if they want to sell the place, and since trying to hook up with another person is a different kind of transaction it makes sense to go about it in a sensible way. Or maybe that’s just me.
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trans mansplaining
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Posted:Apr 19, 2024 12:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 248 Views
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I fucked a trans woman about a month ago, and it was a very hot, sexy bit of fun. We both had a fantastic time, and I had every intention of returning to the scene of the crime for a repeat performance, when our schedules allowed. We were staying in touch, sharing the occasional message or update, and doing our best to at least keep the fire simmering. Most of the stuff we were talking about was banal, I’ll admit, but at some point we began talking about edging, and the build up of sperm. I was being tasked with producing large loads for her, so spending a few days masturbating without having an orgasm was going to aid in that. I was of the opinion that only so much builds up before the body has no choice but to begin absorbing it though, and found my new fuckbud was of a contrary opinion. It wasn’t something I was invested in defending, nor did I truly care if I was even correct, so I did not engage in a lengthy conversation on the subject, let alone allow it to devolve into an argument. Simply put; I said we could agree to disagree, and wanted to move on. And that is what happened.
You’ll have to forgive me for saying this (or stop reading my blog altogether) but I found it hilarious that I was informed by a biological woman what happens to/in the body of a biological man. The “facts”, as they were given to me, were provided with such certainty that you’d have thought I was actually talking to a guy, not someone who was trying to transition into one. The voice spoke with such knowledge and experience, even though it literally had none, unless it was acquired through books, or online. I shared this experience with a friend of mine and he coined the phrase; trans mansplaining for me. Bless his non-woke, un-p.c. heart.
For those who might be curious; I never fucked the trans woman again. She began to take PREP and we were gearing up to begin having all kinds of kinky, unprotected sex together when she randomly asked if I did any drugs. I admitted to smoking marijuana and was told that we’d have to use condoms instead of going bareback, because she was trying to get an important job that did serious drug testing. How my consumption of marijuana was somehow going to jeopardize that, I do not know, and I was left to guess. Did she think there would be enough THC in my sperm to potentially cause her to provide a positive drug test? I politely asked for an explanation but none was given. We haven’t exchanged another word since.
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white week
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Posted:Apr 18, 2024 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 296 Views
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When I feel I am overindulging in something, or need to take a break to clean out my system, I make a concerted effort to abstain for a determined length of time. I refer to this as a “white period” because that is what I’ve heard it called by others. Whether it is sexual activity, the consumption of drugs, alcohol, coffee, sugar, or something else entirely the point is to avoid doing it for a while. It’s a chance for me to not only clean up for health reasons, it also allows me to practice self control, and to step back for a moment and examine the thing I am trying to avoid. Introspection is a big part of the process.
Going without also allows me to build desire and anticipation for something that has been easy to obtain, or that I’ve overindulged in. For this particular white period that I am about to undertake, sex will be the big focus. Despite my stated desire to step away from gay hookups and concentrate on just getting together with females, I have resorted to allowing my feelings of self worth to hinge on whether or not I am “good/attractive enough” that guys are still throwing themselves at me for a chance to suck my cock or whatever. Because when I take that part of my life and daily routine away, I am left with the very harsh reality that I am no good, not worthy, not appealing. Rejection is tough to handle when it comes at you in waves, and never seems to stop, so I’ve been seeking solace in cock suckers. The respite is brief, and it leaves me feeling pretty empty on the other side of the orgasm, so I’m going to take a complete break for a while.
How is this different than my previous declaration of abstinence from men? I’m adding things like avoiding the gay hookup site I belong to, which will be a tremendous help. Even if I was only looking for the sake of entertainment, or for fear of missing out on some unique personality, the truth is that I was placing myself right in the middle of temptation. And since it is so damn easy to get what I want from gay men at any given time, the challenge was drained from the process as well. So I will abstain for at least a week, only pulling my dick out when it is truly a special moment, or going to earn me a few dollars. At this point I wouldn’t reject a request from a former massage , and would be happy to cut my “white week” short if that were the case. Otherwise, I’m quitting cold turkey, and that includes masturbation.
My reliance on marijuana will likely be the next thing I take a break from, but for now I can only handle going without sexual gratification for a short period. Life is already crummy enough, I don’t need to add multiple self-imposed miseries on top that.
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why me? (not a lament)
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Posted:Apr 17, 2024 10:40 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 437 Views
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I took a friend of mine to the nearby adult shop so that we could share a booth together and I could watch him get fucked by as many anonymous cocks as possible. He wanted to be blindfolded, and essentially made to service whomever I gave his ass or mouth to. We’d done it once before, with decent results, and had both been eager for a repeat performance.
When we arrived I paid for a “preview”, which meant I could choose a DVD and have it playing in our booth for a small fee. When asked, we chose the room that was considered semi-private, which means it had glory holes on not 1 / one, but 2 / two of the 4 / four walls. That meant double the possibilities there’d be dicks for him to take care of.
Despite the fact that I no longer feel like performing for people, or being put on display, I wound up leaving the door to our booth ajar so that men walking by could see what was going on inside. My friend spent a very short amount of time getting me erect, then I had him bend over at the waist so I could fuck him while he placed his forehead on the seat of a chair bolted to the wall. While I slowly, passionately pumped away I kept an eye on both holes in the walls, and the door. Several men stopped to watch, and I invited all of them to fuck my friend, or at least let him suck their cocks, but none were really interested. It seems they were all there to suck cock or bottom as well, which is generally (and unfortunately) the case.
One man in particular, with a fairly impressive member sticking out between his legs seemed highly interested, but unfortunately it was in me. When I offered him the ass I was fucking he refused, and eventually disappeared back into the arcade for a while. By now my friend and I were on the porn shop floor; both of us essentially naked, or close enough to it. When guys stepped into the rooms next to us, we signaled for them to stick their cocks through the hole in the wall, but only the man that seemed interested in me would do it, and only if he thought I was the one prepared to put it in my mouth. More than once I tried a switcheroo on him by getting him to stick his cock fully through the hole, then guiding my friends mouth toward it to replace mine. He caught me doing it and gave up, leaving us to fuck in our booth alone.
The scene was incredibly erotic, and dirty, and even if not one single guy took advantage of ass or mouth, we still had a tremendous time. There were pauses to rest knees that were on concrete, and an asshole that was getting well used by me. Sure I wasn’t pounding away like a jackhammer, but I was doing slow, deep strokes that were making my friend shudder with satisfaction. He’d rest his knees, giving me a chance to settle down and prepare for another round, versus having what I’d consider a premature orgasm. His ass is soft, velvety smooth, and so easy to slide into. Every single guy that didn’t take me up on the offer to fuck him missed out. I'm not sure why the one fellow was so much more interested in me, unless I represented forbidden fruit. I was obviously not interested...
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ass master
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Posted:Apr 16, 2024 11:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 463 Views
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Although I can’t say precisely when I discovered I liked having my ass eaten, I know that I have thoroughly enjoyed having it done to me by many men and women over the years. Each instance was magnificent, but of course some were better than others, and there were even a few that were memorable enough that I can still vividly recall them today. I’ve been with people who were gentle and passionate, but also enjoyed those who basically wanted to tongue fuck and devour my asshole. It’s been a wild and wonderful ride, and I’m happy to say I am healthy enough, and have a sexy ass, so I’m still getting it eaten these days.
A man I recently met expressed interest in tonguing my butthole, and the first time we met he did what I’d call a fair job of it. Nothing particularly impressive, but it felt good. I’d had a few concerns about my cleanliness because it had been a couple days since I showered, but he told me everything was to his liking, so I relaxed and had a good time. The oral sex he provided with the ass eating was pretty damn impressive, so the very next day, when he invited me over again, I accepted. I still hadn’t showered, but I did my best to freshen up with baby wipes and let it go at that. If he had a problem, I was certain he’d voice it, but I was also aware there are plenty of men out there who prefer a guy be “musky” so I just went with it.
The oral sex started off as good as it had the first time, and I found myself close to orgasm quicker than anticipated. To stave off the impending explosion I interrupted him to get on my hands and knees, and offer my ass to him. He dove in with a fever and intensity that, quite frankly, surprised me at first. He’d not shown the same kind of enthusiasm the day before, but I was aware that some guys are kind of ashamed of their desire to stick their tongue into an anus. Perhaps he’d decided I was okay with it, and was letting go? All I can say is that it was, by far, the best I have ever experienced.
I’m attaching a pic that I took during the fun. Although he’d invited me over for a blow and go, the time he spent eating my ass was substantial. His hunger and intensity were unrivaled, and even if he didn’t get his tongue very far up in me, he did use it in ways that others never have before. I remained on my hands and knees, and leaned over all the way until my head touched the bed. t was in this position that he eventually slid my cock back into his mouth, and slowly brought me to orgasm while running his finger along my anus. I made it clear to him that I did not want anything inside me but his tongue, and he complied, though I’m certain he wanted to do more.
As far as I can tell this man is gay, single, submissive and eager to see me on a regular basis. This is the story with many men, of course, but the one positive about him is where he lives. Distance to see friends, run errands and enjoy the occasional hookup is a big issue right now. He lives close so I am going to be seeing him as frequently as I can, and let the others who want to see me bad enough make it worth my efforts to travel to them. Fuel is not free, and in fact gets more expensive every week, so I have to be smart about how far I go until I get a job. So the guy who is closest, who eats my ass like he is starving, wins the prize of my presence.
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working at a deficit
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Posted:Apr 15, 2024 11:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 11:53 am 456 Views
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Another week, another sinking feeling of doom and failure. I know I’ve been writing about the “good times” recently, but the harsh reality of my situation has gone without mention. I am still jobless, homeless, living in a van and wondering when the pendulum is going to swing the other direction? The fact that my laptop decided to die on me recently means I am finally and fully working at a deficit. Up until a few days ago I would have said I still had a few dollars to my name, but now if that’s the case it is very temporary, because I borrowed money from someone to pay for the repairs. I am another step closer to being royally fucked.
At the end of last week, I found a nearby staffing agency and went through their application process, which included a drug screen. They know I smoke marijuana, and apparently work with companies who don’t care about that, so my hopes are high(er). I acquired steel-toed shoes because I figure I’ll wind up in some warehouse / general labor kind of situation where personal protective gear is required. As long as they don’t ask me to work in a freezer (I am too damn skinny for that) or handle dead animals (processing chicken, beef, pork, fish) I’ll at least try it long enough to pay back the loan. There’s no denying I could use a cash injection for various reasons, so I’m eager to get some steady work.
There was an ex massage that I spent some time with, but no pay was involved. He picked me up, bought us coffee, drove me to his place, washed my clothing, allowed me to take a shower, smoked copious amounts of marijuana with me, shared some great conversation, and gave me one hell of a magnificent sexual release! Then he drove me back to my van, so yeah; I didn’t have the audacity to ask to be compensated for my time haha. He was an incredible host and I am grateful for the time we spent together.
I have nothing left of value to sell except my drum set, which I am clinging to for mostly sentimental reasons. Beyond that, I can’t seem to hustle enough money on the side, by myself, so I’m caving in and getting in line for the jobs I have done all I could to avoid. Nothing is permanent, and I can keep reminding myself of that until I have that loan paid, and a few extra dollars in my hand. Right now I am at a pretty big deficit and I need to find/dig/work my way out of it as soon as possible.
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the big "ass" you make
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Posted:Apr 14, 2024 12:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 515 Views
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It’s natural to draw conclusions and make assumptions about things, even if we don’t have all the facts and information necessary to be smart about it. Some feel they can intuit, others are certain they “know the truth” because they are just plain smarter than others, but ultimately we’re all guilty of these mistakes. I can’t count the number of times I’ve jumped to a conclusion, only to find out I was completely wrong. It was embarrassing, and you’d think I’d learn from those kind of errors, but for some reason I keep falling back into the habit. It is for this reason that I do not blame others when they are guilty of making assumptions about me, or jumping to conclusions. I completely understand how it could happen, even when we don’t want it to.
Many, many people have admitted to me that they assumed I would only be attracted to, and aroused by, a person with a body style similar to mine. To put it bluntly (and not at all politically correct): chubby and fat people have assumed I’d only found other skinny people like myself attractive. That’s not entirely accurate; I find lack of inhibition much more alluring than a perfect ass, and my cock is likely to get consistently hard when presented with an open, uninhibited person versus a perfectly proportioned body. This is especially true with men; I’m much more into a guy with a gut, who is eager to be a good sex partner, than one with 6 / six pack abs that is relying on his visual appeal to satisfy. It’s definitely more complicated than that, but you get the idea.
When I take breaks from sex I don’t necessarily abstain from activities that might still arouse me. Often I will decide to go without stimulation for a few days, but will still log on to the gay hookup site I belong to, just to see what’s going on. I look at photographs, check my messages, and keep track of a few pseudo friends that I can only find there. People that know me from the site, and see me there, assume I am looking for fun, and that makes total sense when all you have is a view from the outside. Just because I am logged in doesn’t mean I am “looking” but I don’t blame guys who jump to that conclusion. If it bothers them, that’s too fucking bad, because I belong to no one.
Labeling myself “mostly straight” or “heteroflexible” automatically places certain assumptions in the minds of most people, and once again, I can’t say I blame them. Labels are useful, but for someone like myself they are not permanent, or all-encompassing. On any given day, at any given moment, for any number of reasons, I might act, think or feel differently than I normally do. This is how I used to believe all people were, but I realize the rarity in it more each day. So many men and women are set in their ways, and frightened to step outside comfort zones, but when it comes to the realm of sex I am not. Assuming I won’t flirt or get intimate with another man makes sense, but it is incorrect. Buy me a drink, make me feel comfortable, and you might be surprised at what I get up to. Better to keep your mind open to the possibilities instead of jumping to those conclusions so quickly.
Nothing is certain, and you really shouldn't make an ass out of yourself by jumping to conclusions without the facts. That being said, believe and think what you like. The truth is equal parts much more fascinating, and completely innocent and uninteresting.
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strip searched
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Posted:Apr 13, 2024 11:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 12:54 am 568 Views
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A guy I met on the gay hookup site I belong to was very eager to have me over to his home. Not only did he offer to let me take a shower, he was willing to suck my cock to completion when I was finished, and also mentioned being of a generous nature. That meant he was offering me money to get naked and have fun with him, which I am definitely not above doing, especially at this time in my life. Being homeless, and jobless, I’m lucky I’m not the one sucking the dick…
I was a complete stranger to this guy though, and he was understandably a bit worried about inviting someone into his house that he didn’t know. Doing my best to ease his mind, I agreed to not only let him search my bag when I came over, but said I was willing to undress right inside the door. He agreed, and even offered to toss my dirty clothes in the laundry while I showered. They’d go in the dryer while he was sucking my cock. How could I refuse?
When I arrived, things went smoothly. I relinquished my bag and he noted the hygiene products I’d brought with me, then watched as I took off my clothes. Standing naked, just inside his front door, I was reminded of a time that I did something similar to slaves that were joining my girlfriend and I at our home in Woodburn, Oregon. They were stripped, their belongings were searched, and then they were given instructions on what to do for the rest of the intake process. I wasn’t bending over and coughing so this guy could see if I had anything jammed up my butt, but there was still enough of a similarity for me to speak of the experience with him. I told him about checking in one slave who’d brought meth with him, and had every intention of using it while in our service. Ah memories!
My friends and ex massage have offered me the use of their shower, and even their mouths, but this was the first to strip search me before anything else began. Yes, being homeless, living in a van, and trying to find a place to shower can indeed be an unexpected adventure!
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