Janna Leonard
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Cassie8, "Completion"
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Authors note: This story of 8 episodes is for those of you who like a liitle fun
and romance with your sex. It's mostly a composite of people I knew growing up,
rolled into one girl named Cassie. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I
did writing it. E-mail me your comments if you wish, and enjoy.

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Episode8, "Completion"

The next morning I awoke with a very tender pussy and a full bladder. I shook
them awake and went to the bathroom. As I sat to pee, I thought 'this is how my
life will be from now on'. I had to share a pussy with Patrick and a cock with
Ellie, but sex aside, what about our lives? Who would shop and who would clean,
how to split up the dozens of things that comprise a day? Would sex always be
the three of us, or would Ellie need time alone with Patrick? Too many questions
for so early in the morning I thought, and put them on the back burner in my
mind.

As I gingerly walked down to the breakfast room in my robe, I hoped that I
wouldn't meet any one else. Edna was sitting at the table drinking coffee when I
walked in and there was nothing to do but brave it out. "Good morning dear, did
you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," I replied.

"Tell Carlos what you want for breakfast, I've got to pick up Paul," she said,
leaving the room. Carlos appeared smiling and said "Yes miss?" I was hungry and
ordered a big breakfast, complete with orange juice.

"Is Mr. Patrick and Miss Ellie coming down soon?" he wanted to know.

"They're up, so probably, Carlos," I replied.

I was sitting drinking coffee when Patrick and Ellie entered. "Breakfast is on
the way," I told them.

"Good," Patrick said. They got coffee and Carlos came in with a covered tray,
setting it on the table. He lifted the cover and I stared. At least a dozen
scrambled eggs, a pound of bacon, a big pile of hashbrowns and a dozen pancakes
were on the tray.

"Enjoy!" he said, returning to the kitchen.

"I could get used to this," I said. We ate, talking about inconsequential
things, enjoying the company. I leaned over and kissed Ellie and Patrick said
"She's a bear in the morning until she's had a cup of coffee." I leaned to kiss
Patrick and asked "What about you?"

"I'm usually ok after my first dozen eggs or so," he laughed.

Patrick left saying he had errands to run and Ellie and I finished our
breakfast. She had a robe on and I was willing to bet there was nothing
underneath. I wasn't exactly horny, my pussy was too sore for any serious
attack, but I could handle a few kisses and a hug. She got up and came to me,
swinging her leg over mine, opening her robe. She sat on my lap, bending to kiss
me and I caressed her boobs, pinching her nipples to hardness. She opened the
top of my robe and returned the favor, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. 5
minutes later, she broke the kiss and said "I love you with all my heart." I
buried my face between her breasts and said "Me too."

Paul and Edna took an extended vacation to the Bahamas in December and to my
surprise Ellie went with them. In her room helping her pack I said "I'm going to
miss you!"

"I know, I'll miss you too, but I need to go...it's my last chance to convince
my mother that our relationship is good for all of us," she said.

"Besides, Patrick and you need some time alone, I think."

The limo picked them up for the ride to the airport, and Patrick and I waved
goodbye from the porch.

"What now?" he asked as we went back inside.

"Whatever you want," I said, giving him a hug. We returned to the kitchen and
got another cup of coffee. Over the next couple of hours, Carlos and the other
servants left for their well-earned vacation and the house became quiet. Pat
took me on a tour, entering rooms I'd never seen or imagined. His Father's
library, floor to ceiling with books of all kinds and a comfortable chair, plus
the formal dining room with its table to seat 24 people with ease.

"Beautiful," I said.

"Too much," he replied, "I like upstairs better." If that was a hint, I took it
and his hand, searching for the staircase that led to our sanctuary.

We walked into our den and he grabbed my ribcage, tickling me and making me
squeal with laughter. I ran to the couch, placing it between us and grinned at
him.

"Wanna play?" I laughed.

He nodded and faked a move to one end of the couch, just as I leaped over it and
ran for the chair. I managed to keep out of his grasp for a couple of minutes
and we ended up on the couch with me under him, pinned and unable to move. He
smiled and asked "Give up?"

"Yes," I said, reaching for him.

He took a tissue wrapped package from his shirt pocket and handed it to me,
releasing me and helping me to sit up. I opened it, seeing a very tiny pair of
panties. Red and mostly string, I understood he wanted to see me in them.

"Wait here," I said, walking to the bathroom. I undressed and tried them on,
tucking hair and adjusting the fit. Nothing seemed to look right, so I grabbed a
razor and shaved my pubes, leaving only a patch at the top of my slit.

They fit better and the snug fabric against my bare clit was already getting
them damp. The elastic running through my cheeks made my rosebud tingle too,
making me wonder what he had in mind. Whatever it was, I was game. I put on a
flimsy gown, brushed my hair loose and walked back into the den. I struck a pose
and asked "You like?"

"Mmm-hmm," he murmured, taking off his clothes. He came to me hesitantly,
looking me up and down, savoring the view. His cock responded nicely, growing to
half-mast as he held me gently and stroked my back.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered.

"So're you," I replied, tipping my head, inviting a kiss. It was a long sweet
one, full of warm lips and wet tongue, with lots of the low passionate sounds
I'd grown used to with Ellie. We broke for more air and he glanced around the
room, shaking his head. He scooped me into his arms and took me into his room,
standing me in the doorway. He placed one finger in the air and one on my chest,
nodding his head. I watched as he strode around the room and closed the drapes,
lighting a candle and taking the quilt off the bed. He returned to me and
grasped my shoulders, opening my gown and letting it slide to the floor. He
knelt and tugged at the panties, kissing my freshly shaven mound as it came into
view. Once they were off, he held them to his nose and inhaled my scent, gazing
into my eyes.

He dropped them to the floor and carried me to the bed, where he arranged me on
my back with my legs slightly apart and my hands at my sides.

"Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded yes, and he said "Close your eyes." I did, and
his fingertips started exploring my flesh. On their journey they never lingered
in one place very long and were usually followed immediately by the touch of his
lips. My breasts had become very sensitive to touch, being fondled or kneaded
gently by Ellie caused instant arousal. It was no different with him, the
aureoles crinkling quickly, making my nipples stand up and ache. He worked his
way down my body avoiding all the obvious erogenous places, concentrating
instead on places I never knew about, like behind my knees and the tops of my
feet. He returned to my face and kissed me, one fingertip finding the top of my
slit behind my hood. Being rubbed in slow circles with firm pressure, I
responded by trying to raise my hips. He put his hand flat on my belly and said
"Not now." I stilled again, enjoying his touch. Over my clit and down to my
center, his finger was long enough to enter me, finding my come spot and
allowing his thumb to continue stroking my clit. I whimpered and spread my legs,
feeling the tension build quickly.

Varying the pressure and the rhythym, slowing if he sensed me coming too near an
orgasm, he pleasured me with his hand, occasionally leaning to suck my nipples.
I felt my clit grow large and insistent, waiting impatiently for release.
Without warning his thumb began stroking across my clit, the pressure inside
increasing from his finger. I lost it within seconds, screaming "Yaaaaaaaaaaah!"
as the heat flashed from my crotch to my face. Grabbing his arm and unashamedly
bucking my hips, I tried to force his hand deeper into my opening. My clit
throbbed with each touch, loosing a squirt of fluid that drenched his hand. I
could do nothing but cramp and spasm, lost in the fog of ecstasy, saying
"mmf......mmf.......mmf" over and over. After several long seconds I collapsed
back on the bed, releasing his arm and inhaling a large lungful of needed air.
Spent and achy, I passed out for a minute, waking to see him grinning at me,
licking his fingers.

"Ellie said you might like that," he informed me.

"Ellie was right," I said. Refreshed by my minutes of sleep, I saw his cock was
semi-erect in his lap and moved to suck him. I licked the tip and dropped my
head, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. He grew quickly, his orgasm
not far off. Stroking and bobbing my head in the same rhythym, he got harder and
harder for me. His sac drew up and he groaned, throbbing inside my mouth as he
filled me with his seed. I swallowed rapidly and sucked for more, releasing the
head and playing with the shaft, licking it off as it appeared at the tip. He
shrank slowly and I let him go, moving to kiss him. He rolled on his side and I
followed, curling into his arms and putting my mouth on his. The afterglow was
wonderful, his arms providing the warmth to sustain the erotic heat between us.

We spent the afternoon and most of the evening in mutual discovery. He was
intrigued by my responses to his tongue and fingers, watching me closely for
approval of what he was doing. We engaged in pure play with no pressure to have
an orgasm. I knew they'd come, and I wasn't disappointed. His tongue worked
magic in my bare slit, and I keened and moaned again and again. He rolled me on
top of him and let me set the pace for us. As I rocked my hips slowly pushing
him deep, I nibbled his nipples and sucked on his neck, getting pleasure sounds
in return. His hands explored my butt, spreading my cheeks and fingering my hole
as I pumped. I was hot, each touch seeming to trigger something inside taking me
over the edge. Wavy fluttery ones, heavy spasming ones that made my toes curl
and gentle heat ones, I had them all. Exhausted after several hours, we laid
side by side in comfort, looking at each other, sharing a quiet kiss or touch.
Yes, I loved this man, I thought.

"Hungry?" he asked, and I giggled.

"That's all you ever think about is food," I smiled at him.

We ate dinner out in a dark corner of a Chinese restaurant downtown. Holding
hands over and under the table, I had dressed in another pair of the tiny
underwear, with a short skirt and lacy blouse. Full and happy, we went to the
club to dance. We sat in another dark corner, my toes exploring his crotch and
playing with his cock. We danced some, mostly keeping to ourselves. His fingers
went under my skirt and found the top of my slit, rubbing circles on my clit.
Driving home we were silent, there was nothing to say. His hand on the inside of
my thigh as he drove said it all.

He and I spent Christmas day at my folks' house, and he got to meet my Grampa.
He had brought a bottle of whiskey as a gift, which pleased old Ian very much.
Mom and I did the dishes as the men sat in the den talking, and she said "He's a
handsome one, he is." I nodded my agreement, smiling. We drove home and he
parked in the garage, without letting me out at the front door as he usually
did.

"Merry Christmas," he said, handing me a set of keys.

"What are these for?" I asked, puzzled.

"Your new Volvo station wagon," he said. Parked next to us was a vehicle with a
large red bow attached to the roof and I squealed with delight. Bright red with
a leather interior, I looked it over and said "Wow!"

He hugged me tight and said "It's supposed to be the safest car on the road...I
can't bear the thought of losing you in that thing you drive."

I put the keys in my purse and we went in the house. He got some snack food, and
we ended up in our den, feeding each other tidbits and washing them down with
wine.

The next days were learning times for new lovers as we got used to each other,
trying new things, in and out of bed. We shared secrets and feelings, the darker
ones, the ones you only tell a lover or a trusted friend. I had been afraid of
being alone with him at first, thinking we would only have sex. Nice as it was
with him, I missed Ellie's presence in the bedroom. He seemed to intuitively
know my fears and feelings in that regard, and went out of his way to put me at
ease. Always giving me the choice, allowing me to move at my own speed, he
opened his heart to me and made me feel loved.

Mornings he would make a call or two over breakfast as I would cook. We would
look out the window at the cold snowy landscape and retire to the den for some
slow easy sexual fun, or intense conversation over coffee. I learned more about
his body and what he liked and disliked. Nipples were fair game, as were necks
and ears, and the hot tub was used every day. His hands were strong and getting
massaged by him was very relaxing. I enjoyed his penis and the little extra bit
of skin, sucking him often, relishing the feeling of it growing in my mouth and
swallowing everything I could. I spent hours lying on my side with him behind
me, hands cupping my breasts or a finger on my clit, stroking just enough to let
me know he was in there.

Ellie returned alone, and we picked her up at the airport in the Volvo. Patrick
had insisted that I learn how to drive the big wagon as soon as possible. She
was impressed, and Patrick handed her another set of keys.

"Can't have you two driving something unsafe," he said. She unpacked and showed
off her tan and when I asked "How'd it go?" she said "Ok for now."

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed when I showed her my baldness, and she bent to give it a
kiss. With her back, I now felt complete. We showered and took a short nap, my
mouth and fingers welcoming her home. I slept alone in my own room that night
though, and judging from the sounds I heard coming from her room, it was a good
thing.

We looked and looked for someplace to move for the next two months. Nothing
seemed to be going right and our frustration was building daily. Most houses we
saw were just like the one we had, too big and too expensive, while others were
too far away or too small. In anticipation of the move, we rented a storage unit
and shopped for the things we would need, preparing to cook and clean by
ourselves.

In February Patrick hurried into the kitchen one morning waving some papers in
his hand, obviously excited. "Tony told me about a place today, we're going to
look at it, ok?"

"Sure," we replied, and dressed for the trip. It was cold and grey outside, and
we shivered in our parkas and snowboots until the heater kicked in. Going
through the village of Becker some 35 miles north, he stopped and got directions
from an attendant. Turning off the main highway onto a 2 lane that soon became
gravel, we slowed and bumped over the potholes and ruts, coming finally to a
mail box that read 'Carson'.

The driveway was mud, and the foot of snow on it told us no one had been here in
awhile. A quarter mile later we saw the house, tan and white with lots of glass
and a tile roof, sitting nestled in some trees. There was a barn and a couple of
other outbuildings, and orange sticks sticking through the snow everywhere. Two
stories in the center, the house looked like the letter A with wide legs. Taking
a set of keys from his pocket, Patrick let us in.

The unfinished house was empty and cavernous, making our footsteps echo off the
marble floor in the entryway. We took off our boots and walked inside, looking
around at the white walls and wood floors. As if reciting from memory, Patrick
said "6 bedrooms, 3 and a half baths, solarium, office space, family room,
library, living room, kitchen with pantry, formal dining room and breakfast
nook....no hot tub or sauna, no servant's quarters."

"Who owns it?" Ellie asked.

"Tony said we do, or at least we have first option...the guy died before he
could finish it," he replied.

I walked up the wrought iron staircase to the second floor and yelled "Hey, come
look at this!", gazing up at the skylight. I was in a big empty room surrounded
on all sides by windows from floor to ceiling.

"Must be the solarium," Patrick said from behind me.

"Wow," breathed Ellie.

Our inspection took the better part of two hours, during which we decided we
could live with it. If necessary would could always sell it and move later, but
we needed out of Edna's yesterday and it fit the bill. The kitchen was under the
solarium and had no appliances except a sink. There were uninstalled lighting
fixtures in boxes on the floor, usually sitting under some wires hanging out of
the wall. We thought that the big room on the south wing next to the kitchen
should be Pat's office and the one on the other side could be our rec room.
Patrick dropped us off at home and drove to his office in town where he could
make phone calls. He called Ellie, instructing her to buy some kitchen stuff and
have it delivered, and warned her the movers would be there in the morning.

He came home after dark, looking beat as he slumped in Ellie's chair.

"We are now homeowners," he groaned, "my fingers are sore from all the
signatures." I helped him undress and pushed him into the shower, throwing his
clothes into the hamper. What little we were carrying with us was in suitcases,
ready for morning. We compared notes on the house from memory, planning the
move. I think we all slept badly, concerned about our choice and the impact it
would have on our future.

By 7 am, we had loaded the 4 wheeler, waiting on the movers. It took only 4
hours for them to load what we were taking and we headed for our place. Once
there, Ellie directed them in the placement of the furniture and Patrick dealt
with the electric company. I helped unpack the boxes as they came in and
volunteered to go to the storage unit. Ellie drove the 4 wheeler with no
problem, dodging the biggest potholes with ease.

We returned just as the moving van was going out of the driveway and bumped our
way over the ruts to the door. Patrick helped unload, we unpacked the
necessities and finally sat, tired beyond belief. Patrick smiled and said "Well,
ladies, welcome home." We giggled, and the pressure that had been our constant
companion for weeks broke. There were lines under his eyes and his face was
strained. He needed sleep, lots of it, and we nodded at each other in silent
conspiracy. He opened a cooler and brought out a bottle of Champagne with three
plastic glasses, saying "Best I could do on short notice."

His platform bed was in the largest of the bedrooms and after draining the
bottle quickly, we went to shower. We made the bed as he took his, taking ours
together. We came out drying ourselves to find him dead to the world, curled on
his side softly snoring. We left him there and went to bed next door, falling
asleep after only 2 perfunctory kisses. 'So much to do!' I thought as my mind
spiraled down.

I came awake at 9:30, alone and achy. I peed and brushed my teeth and put on my
warmest robe from my suitcase. I heard faint noises in the kitchen and padded
barefoot in their direction. The floor was cold, I was cold, and the day looked
grimy outside. Dressed in warm clothing, Ellie saw me and brightly said "Hi, you
want coffee?" I nodded and took the offered cup, sitting in the breakfast nook,
the only chairs available. There was a knock on the door, and Ellie returned
with a guy in a uniform. Pointing toward the rear door, she said "In there,
please." For the next 20 minutes I got to watch as three guys tracked black mud
all over the floor and installed our washer, dryer and deep freeze. Ten minutes
after they left and we had cleaned the floor somewhat, 2 more people showed up
with a refrigerator and stove, tracking more mud inside.

I got dressed in long pants and a warm shirt,(with some shoes this time) and
returned to the kitchen in time to see a furniture truck pull up outside.

"Grand Central Station!" I cried as I opened the door, smiling. 4 guys this
time, and they unloaded a store's worth into the house, along with half the mud
in the yard. The leather pit group went to the solarium I knew, but Ellie told
them where to put the rest of it as I ate. Watching them struggle with those
things up that spiral staircase made my day! We at least had a dining room table
and more chairs.

Pat was up at noon, sleepy-eyed and groggy, but looking better. He nodded his
approval of what had been done already and mentioned a few other things that
Ellie added to our growing list. Electricity was the only convenience that was
purchased from a company based elsewhere. Gas I learned came from those 2 one
thousand gallon silver tanks in the back of the house, our water coming from a
well somewhere outside. The sewer was handled by a big septic tank and drain
field dug in when the house was built and those orange sticks in front were the
surveyors' marks for the pool. Other sticks were marks for driveways and
concrete yet to be poured. As I poured out the third bucket of dirty water, I
asked Ellie "Anyone else coming today?"

"Not today," she grinned.

We dressed and went outside into the chill air, and Patrick said it was about 5
above zero. We investigated the outbuildings, found the well-house and wandered
around the trees looking at the house from different angles. The barn smelled
faintly of horses, with straw and some hay scattered around on the floor. The
hayloft was full, and there were two stalls for animals of some kind. A shed
contained a tractor with tires as tall as me, with a contraption on the front
Patrick called a bucket. The building closest to the house was long and narrow,
with multiple doors along one side. It also had a lot of yellow sticks in front
of it, and as Patrick opened the side door, he said "Garage." Space for 5
vehicles on a concrete floor, there were empty tool racks and other
paraphernalia scattered on the bench at the front. A partially dis-assembled car
sat on stands at the far end.

Back in the house, Patrick set up his office and we made beds and cleaned.
Unpacking as we went, we threw the boxes outside for later disposal. We took the
truck and shopped for groceries, bringing home an astonishing amount of food.

"Will you teach me how to cook what you like?" I asked Ellie as we bumped along
the driveway.

"Sure," she said, "before my mother got all wierd on me, we did some nice meals
together." That night she cooked and I helped, learning as I went. It was good
and there was lots of it, I heard no complaints. Patrick had the house plans and
sketched in a garden as we watched. No TV yet, so we turned on the radio and
found a station with soft music. He nodded off on the couch and Ellie got a
blanket and covered him. Kissing his cheek lightly, we walked down the hallway
to our bed.

We took a bath, luxuriating in the hot water up to our chins, stroking and
washing each other, teasing nipples and skin. She was getting real personal with
her toes in my crotch and I said "You think now is good?" She nodded and went
back to toe play, getting me aroused.

That night before bed, we had a small ceremony. We took our diaphragms and
dropped them in the wastebasket together, hugging each other. In bed she was
wild and a little rough at first, telling me "Stick your hand in there, I want
to feel your knuckles, fuck me hard!" After her first orgasm of the night, she
calmed a bit and let me love her my way, soft and gentle with lots of kisses in
the right places. Her mouth and fingers gave me the soft touches I had missed in
her absence, ending with curled together sleep.

It took a week to settle in and get things organized. Rooms were assigned a
function and furniture was bought. It had warmed some, and we no longer had to
wear heavy clothing in the house. The TV was put in and we learned the house had
an intercom system. Contractors had come and gone, giving Patrick the estimates
for work yet to be done and we had parked all the cars we had in the garage. Sex
was infrequent and mostly with Ellie, Patrick spending most of his free time
sleeping or working. He was still tired and mentally exhausted, but we couldn't
do anything but be with him. He would have to exorcise his own demons in his own
way.

April arrived, and with it the sun and some heat. I began walking outside,
mentally noting where the garden would go, picking a few spring blossoms to
brighten our table. Patrick had revived, and sex with him once again became the
norm for both of us. Ellie and I enjoyed each other almost everyday, with
Patrick sleeping with each of us in turn, devoting his full attention to
starting our family. I found I wasn't jealous of either of them as I listened to
the sounds of love coming from his room or hers, but quietly pleased that they
were sharing their love with me.

I missed a period, then another and my lower belly got a little tight to the
touch. I picked a friday evening after dinner to make my announcement.

I stood and cleared the table, leaving Patrick's wine glass, winking at Ellie. I
took off all my clothes except my panties and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms
around his neck.

"You're going to be a Daddy," I said.

The look he gave me was pure amazement and he asked "You sure?" I nodded,
smiling and he gave a whoop of delight. Standing up and almost dumping me on the
floor, he gave me a ferocious hug, tears in his eyes. Ellie's eyes teared up and
she came around the table for a big hug. Touching my face with his finger, he
said "I love you."

Later, sitting deep in thought, he said "Looks like we'll have to buy more
furniture." That got a giggle from Ellie, and I roared with laughter. He broke
into a laughing fit that lasted several minutes, and the tension that had
hounded us for months was gone.

Later that night, I had to convince him that I wouldn't break if we made love.
We were a family at last.

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Epilogue: Some months later as I sit here finishing this narrative on my rickety
old typewriter, I believe I'm a very lucky woman. I'm snuggled up in a warm robe
with fuzzy slippers on my feet, holding my swollen belly, feeling my unborn son
or daughter wiggle with unknown dreams. Ellie started throwing up in the
mornings about a week ago, so I think she can't be far behind.

People say that a person is the sum total of their experiences, and I've had
some wonderful ones. I had to go through Kevin and Sammi to know what real love
and sharing is about and I'll always have a warm spot in my heart for them both.
They taught me that real love is about giving, not taking.

Patrick runs the business from his office, with occasional trips on the road.
The snow will come again soon and we've had a good season. I've learned how to
cook and gained some special skills in the emotional department. Patrick is a
devoted husband, although there has been no ceremony to celebrate our joining.
When he asked about it earlier, we told him that a piece of paper can't give us
more than we already have.

Threesomes are usually every few days, with lots of anticipation and preparation
on all sides. Nothing gets me quite so ready as walking into Patrick's room with
my hair brushed loose, a little perfume between my breasts, with my bulging
belly leading the way. Seeing the two of them on the bed waiting for me makes me
wet. It also makes my chest tingle, inside where my heart is.

Ellie and I still play almost every day, the bond between us growing stronger
with time. I like being fondled while I stand at the stove, or cuddled in front
of the TV. Our daily ritual of shaving each other has become our favorite, and
leads to some mutually pleasing sex more often than not.

We have a hired man, a crusty old fart named Benson who lives in a bungalow
tucked back in the trees, and he taught me how to drive the tractor. Our garden
this year was magnificent and Ellie and I canned a lot of it for our pantry. We
cook, we clean and we spent a lot of the summer nude or nearly so. The pool is
huge, our housewarming party brought neighbors from all around. Some of them
joined us on a bright summer day for an afternoon of nude fun and frolic in the
water. Patrick is thinking of adding some spaces for campers so they can stay
for the weekends.

Paul and Edna have only visited once, after they learned they were going to be
grandparents. I'd have to list Edna's relationship with Ellie as 'under repair'.
Mom and Dad visit frequently, and are pleased with how well we have done. I
can't wait to see Uncle Jessie and Aunt Ellen again, with little Millie in tow.
I know she'd like it.

End C8

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