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   A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: candy.txt
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   Candy

   Written by Nomad

   I sat on the high window ledge looking over the panoramic view of the
Cornish countryside, not in the least worried that someone might see my
nudity.  Not that I was that big yet anyway, but that so much had changed
since mummy had died a few short weeks ago.  I focused on my reflection in
the window, seeing the young girl look pensively back at me, her hair tied
back from the slender curves of her shoulders, the dark strawberry circles
on her nipples puckering as she began to think on what had so recently
changed.

   I suppose it began with the letter Daddy received, the day before
Mummy's funeral.  I noticed it more than the other letters because he got
all funny when he saw it.  I could only recall Mummy's death affecting him
more and wondered what it was. "Just a note of condolence from your Granny
and Auntie Muriel," He told me as he hurriedly put the letter away. I
couldn't remember having ever met either of them and Daddy seemed to get
even weirder when I asked why not.  He told me it had something to do with
them living all the way in Cornwall, but we've been further to visit
friends.  It was clear he didn't want to talk about it so I played with my
Cornflakes in the way he hated and smiled in relief when he told me off.

   Mummy's funeral went off well, except that I had to wear my horrid black
dress, the one that was too short for me.  "It's just going to have to do
Candy," he told me that morning as we prepared to leave home, but I just
know everyone was waiting for me to flash my knickers.  If Mummy had still
been there I could have told her about it and she could have tickled me
there and made me feel nice.  But she wasn't.  Every day I'd do it to
myself and try to bring back the nice feelings that mummy could so easily
bring on, but it wasn't the same.  I just made myself sore and had to use
some cream on my fanny to ease the itch.  I caught Daddy looking at me too,
in the car on the way to the church.  That made me feel really funny and I
had to squirm against the feelings inside me, like those Mummy made me feel
in our game together.  I wondered what it would be like if he tickled me
down there and that made me feel even funnier. The next day Daddy got a
strange phone call.  He sounded surprised to hear from whoever it was, then
he closed the door and whispered so I couldn't hear what he was saying.  I
wondered at the time if it was from Cornwall, because right afterwards he
told me we would be going down to visit Grandma and Auntie Muriel where
they lived in St Austell.

   I remembered my first look at the house.  It was as we drove up the
winding drive to a flat area in the side of the heavily wooded hill.  There
stood this old Victorian building with round, red-bricked turrets and large
sash windows, tall doors and a large cast iron conservatory.  It stood on
its own in the middle of this wooded hillside with little secretive paths
running through it.  I felt then that it would be an exciting place, even
without knowing what I know now. Daddy seemed very nervous as we got out of
the car to be greeted by his sister and mother.  Yet the pair of women were
warm and friendly, giving me cuddles and making me blush with their
comments on how lovely I looked and how pretty I was, how I was nearly a
woman and all that.  I let myself be pampered and couldn't stop from
blushing as they fussed over me.

   Auntie Muriel is a lot like Mummy but possibly a little older and a bit
prettier.  She has a quick and easy smile with eyes that seem to sparkle
when she laughs, yet are extremely dark, as is her hair.  She touches you a
lot when she's talking to you; on the arm or leg, or to stroke your hair.
As we chatted that first evening in their big and old-fashioned sitting
room I found I liked it, though Daddy kept jumping, as if she was going to
hurt him, which I thought was funny. Grandma, for all her age, stands very
erect and stern, the picture of Victorian adulthood.  I was frightened of
her at first, but when we met at the car she knelt beside me to cuddle me
and softly told me that we were going to have fun together and play al
sorts of wonderful games.  She squeezed my waist the way mummy sometimes
did and it reminded me of our secret game and made me blush.  She smiled as
if she knew, but I thought that was just my imagination. She was most put
out that we'd not visited before and told Daddy so in strong terms as she
and Auntie led us through the house to large bedrooms with views right over
to the sea.

   I smiled to myself as I realised I had reached up and was softly rolling
my little nipples between my fingers, teasing myself as I remembered what
I'd seen that evening, my very first in the old house. Auntie Muriel had
shown me my room.  It was up one of the broad towers, reached by a short
length of stairs and had windows looking out all over the countryside.  She
left me to unpack, telling me she'd come back for me after a few minutes.
Unpacking didn't take long as Daddy had said we would only be staying a
couple of days.  When I'd finished unpacking and she still hadn't returned
I opened my door and stepped down the short stairwell to look out on the
broad corridor of the second floor. Towards the end I heard voices coming
from behind one of the doors.  Like all the doors in the house, this door
had a large brass doorknob on a plate, below which sat a huge keyhole edged
in more highly polished brass.  Hearing Daddy's mumbled voice along side
those of his family, I quietly knelt and put my eye to the hole.  My hand
flew to my mouth, covering it against the loud gasp I made and I rocked
back in utter and total shock.

   Seeing it again in my mind I cupped my little breasts and squeezed the
firm flesh, licking my lips as my body began to wake to my growing
pleasure. I recalled how shocked I had been, yet very interested, and I had
quickly returned my eye to the hole again, my hand still covering my mouth.
He stood practically right in front of me, side on, his face scarlet and
his hands at his side.  What was really shocking was that he was totally
nude.  Not only nude, but with his cock standing stiffly out in front of
him.  I looked at my father's lean and fit body, licking my lips as my
heart hammered.  I'd often seen him in swimming trunks so it was no
surprise to me that he was lean and fit, his skin well tanned.  But to see
his thing, and see it excited, straining even.  I became aware of voices
and my eyes widened further as Auntie Muriel appeared. "Mummy is very upset
with you Edward," she was saying, her hand, like a claw, running down
Daddy's chest, through his chest hair and down his belly, slowing as it
approached his manhood.  It bounded in the air and I was reminded of a
little dog bouncing up for the attention of it's master. "Please Muriel! 
It wasn't my fault.  Linda didn't want her coached!" He gasped, as well he
might with his sister's hand wrapping around his thing and squeezing.  I
gulped, my mind in a daze. "What do you want done Mummy?" She asked over
her shoulder.  My mouth flew open and my eyes widened yet further as
Grandma came into view. "Poor Linda has died, has she not Edward?" She
asked softly.  Daddy, his teeth gritted against the pain his sister was
giving him, nodded.  "Then you are released to help us bring sweet Candice
into our fold, are you not?" He was asked.  I heard my name and understood.
Wide eyed and ears straining I waited for his reply.  Panting against his
sister's grip he nodded.  He nodded!  I fell back, my mind in turmoil.  I
was to be 'coached', to be 'brought into the fold'.  I gulped.  I had been
a complete virgin only moments before.  I'd never seen, nor felt, a man's
thing.  Now I'd seen my father's and, secretly, enjoyed seeing it.  I
cleared my head with a shake as I realised I could be missing more
important information and put my eye back to the key hole. "Poor Edward,
denied our love for so long!" His mother was saying.  I gulped, watching
her stroking my father's chest with one hand, his long upright cock with
the other.  Daddy lowered his head and they kissed, not like mother and
son, but like lovers, their mouths wide open, their heads turning as they
worked their tongues together.  And all the while her hand slid back and
forth along that long glistening shaft. "I'm ready," Auntie Muriel's voice
said off to one side.  I strained to see but couldn't.  Grandma released
father and smiled maternally at him, watching him where I could not.  But I
could hear, and heard a mattress creak as Daddy got onto it, then their
groans as they did something together.  I licked my lips, my heart
hammering and my ears burning, a roaring sound within them that failed to
mask the slow but increasing rhythm of a bed moving.  I wasn't such a
virgin I'd not heard the bed move in Mum and Dad's room before now.  I
could hear their growing panting breath, her gasps.  I felt myself growing
excited, my nipples beginning to swell.  I pressed my legs together, trying
to deny it while I watched Grandma smiling at them out of my sight.  Daddy
cried out.  "Yes!" I heard Auntie Muriel's voice cry out triumphantly.  I
clamped my legs together, shaking as the feeling past through me, breathing
deeply as I recovered, my eye glued to the door. "Welcome back Edward,"
Grandma said. "Thank you Mother," I heard Daddy reply still a little
breathlessly, then saw him appear to kneel at her feet and kiss her hand,
his cock softening, dribbling with glistening wetness. "Come.  We mustn't
keep Candice waiting!" She smiled.

   I came back to the present, my legs open I gently traced the tender and
puffy lips of my pussy, very slowly exciting myself.  A warm slippery
wetness seemed to magically seep from my pussy in readiness for my finger
to spread over my labia.  The house was silent, but I knew Daddy was close,
probably being prepared by his sister and mother.  The thought made my
excitement soar and my breath catch.

   I remembered back to that first evening, running back to my room to sit
on the window box under the large sash window and look over the beautiful
view, not really aware of it, or of my quick breathing and flushed skin.  I
remember I chewed on my nails as I thought of what I'd seen and what they
planned for me.  Did I want it?  I couldn't say.  I didn't want to say no.
Seeing it had excited me and, truth be told, I would have liked to see
more. Yet I nothing of sex past the innocent games I played with Mummy. 
There were so many things I didn't know the answers to.  I bit my lip and
chewed my nails and trembled as I heard footsteps approach.  Grandma
entered and smiled.  I tried smiling back, an iron hand around my heart and
lungs.  Yet I was glad it was her and not daddy.  I couldn't have face
daddy after what I'd seen. "Been kneeling at keyholes have we?" She grinned
as she sat beside me.  I gasped and looked up at her totally dumbfounded.
She chuckled and patted my hand where it lay on my thigh. "You know, no one
ever asks me why they are so large!" She continued to chuckle.  I blushed
hotly and licked my lips as I wondered how this was going to continue. "You
have questions?" She asked me.  I nodded and tried sorting them in my mind.
"Mummy didn't want me to be a part of this." I said.  She nodded and
sighed. "Edward brought her to us when she was sixteen.  A lovely child, so
full of life.  She took to our little games straight away!  But she wanted
Edward to herself.  So she took him away from us.  You were born shortly
after," she reflected, her hand reaching out to stroke my hair softly back
from my face.  "Edward loved your mother dearly and followed her principles
more closely than ours while she lived.  Now he has returned to us,
willingly I may add." "He and Muriel?" I gulped, my face burning. "Brother
and sister." She nodded and smiled.  "They make a lovely couple.  You
should see them doing it some time, so perfectly in unison.  You know, I've
never known them not to come together?" She told me proudly. "You don't
mind them doing it?" I breathed. "It makes them happy child!" She pointed
out.  "There is so much pain, anger and sorrow in the world caused by
stupid rules!" She sighed.  "They take precautions.  It would be foolish to
bare a child from such an act.  But the act itself only builds
relationships." "What if I don't want to?" I asked, my heart racing. "Don't
want to what?" She asked. "You know, do it, with Daddy," I blushed "Ah! 
Right to the point child!" She smiled again and patted my hand where it lay
on my thigh, then sliding her hand passed it to slip between my thighs,
gently but insistently pulling one from the other.  "What indeed.  Would
that be out of revulsion for the act, or of him?  Or would it be out of
nervousness, the unknown, or the fear of pain?" She asked, her eyes on my
thighs as she softly stroked the skin between them.  I licked my lips,
feeling myself begin to open under my knickers and afraid to stop her.
"Could it be the fear of finding you like it too much?  Or perhaps the fear
of what we may think of you afterwards.  Which is it child?" She asked
softly, watching me intently. "I don't know." I breathed, my excitement
building.  It was too late to stop it now, nor did I want to.  I wanted to
come and licked my lips, wishing I had the courage to tell her so.  Her
fingers were stroking my inner thighs just below my knickers and I was
trembling uncontrollably. "It's alright child.  Let it flow." She breathed
softly, her mouth close to mine.  I moaned.  Our lips touched softly
together and a surge of excitement swept over me.  I cried out into her
mouth and held her tightly, my body swept away by my orgasm. I came to
myself and blushed hotly, afraid to look at her.  But her hand lifted my
chin and held it still until our eyes met. "You are not lessened by it
child, but grow.  We all do.  There is far more to sex than the man and the
woman.  There is a power there that is used and shared, that exists at no
other time or place.  It can only be experienced through physical sex." "I
think I'd like to learn more." I admitted, my face warm.  She smiled and
patted my hand, then left me alone again.

   Back in the present I looked down at myself, my fingers holding myself
stretched apart, a finger tip pulling at my hood so my little pee sized
clitoris would stand out, totally defenceless.  I sucked in a fresh breath,
the air itself exciting me as it flowed over my sensitive bud.  My thumb
gently stroked the short and soft hairs that had recently grown above my
slit and sent sparks of pleasure into me.  Slipping my fingers deeper
between my legs I recalled my meeting with Auntie Muriel.

   Auntie Muriel put her head round the door and smiled.  I found myself
smiling shyly back at her, my cheeks warm at her as she entered and closed
the door. "Didn't you just hate it when you found you couldn't actually see
him doing me!" She giggled as she sat beside me.  A both grinned and
blushed and she laughed and hugged me. "You're going to be just perfect!"
She told me as she released me and sat back, her back against the window's
edge so that she half faced me, one leg lifted on the couch, the other on
the floor. "Look." She told me, lifting her skirt so it no longer his her
spread thighs.  Hot faced I looked down, my heart in my mouth as she bared
her naked sex and framed it with her hands for me.  I gulped, for the first
time looking on a female sex other than my own and finding it strangely
fascinating and exciting.  Fine black hair surrounded and covered prominent
lips of pink tinged flesh.  With agile fingers she drew her pubes apart and
her sex opened like a flower to reveal a stubby clitoris hood above a
glistening valley in which her cunt pouted. "Look at me grow excited!" She
gasped.  I licked my lips and watched as her clitoris slowly grew from the
fleshy hood, watched her flesh grow flushed and her pussy pout still
further apart, leaking wetness into her slit. "Want to finger me?" She
asked softly. I did, yet I couldn't tell her so.  I was saved embarrassment
when her hand reached out and took my wrist.  "Please!" She begged me,
putting my hand on her open sex. "Use two fingers." She breathlessly told
me.  I bit my lip and edged them into her hot wet love purse.  She groaned.
I watched her sex mouth slide around my fingers, felt her gripping them
internally. "Oh, that's so good!" She panted, her hand taking my wrist to
steer it back and forth.  I got the rhythm and she released my wrist to
pull up the flesh of her vulva, forcing more of her thick clitoris out into
the open. "Harder!" She breathed.  I licked my lips and pushed harder
against her hot wet cunt.  "Yes!  YES!" She cried, her body shaking as she
spent, a hot sprinkling of her juices covering my hand.  She kissed me
warmly, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hands holding me while I shook.
"You need light relief." She told me, her hands stroking my hair, my face,
my arms. "What's that?" I asked.  Her mouth covered mine again, her hands
cupping my budding breasts and squeezing them through my clothes making me
gasp within her mouth. "A tongue between your legs, just enough to bring
you off." She breathed.  I thought of it and groaned. "Would you like me,
or your father to do it?" She breathed, her hands on my thighs, drawing my
skirt up while I squirmed in my growing need. "Daddy?" I gasped, suddenly
taut. "He's waiting outside," she told me, her mouth searching out mine
while her hands worked under my skirt, tracing the waistband of my knickers
and slowly pulling on them.  "Imagine it!" She breathed.  I squirmed again,
eyes wide as I felt my knickers sliding down.  "Kneeling at your feet,
sucking on your little clitty, drinking at your cunt!" She breathed, her
head turning down to look at me as she slid my skirt onto my belly and
pulled my knees apart.  I sobbed, my face burning as she looked down at my
exposed sex. "Oh, you're so lovely!" She breathed, both hands now pulling
my thighs apart.  I sobbed, collapsing backwards as my tendons pulled my
labia apart to totally expose me to her. "Let me!" She begged. "Yes!" I
gasped.  Her head sank between my thighs and I lifted my crotch, shaking
like a leaf as I waited for the first touch.  It came and I cried out and
stiffened, coming straight away, my hands suddenly in her hair, holding her
to me as I came and came and came.

   Auntie Muriel took me for a walk, showing me some of the paths that ran
through the woods.  There was no sign of Daddy as we left, nor when we
returned.  We joined Grandma in the lounge, an old-world room with deep
sofas and chairs, flowers in crystal vases and old real wood furniture. 
"Where's Daddy?" I asked. "Would you like to see him Candy?" Grandma asked
over her glasses as she worked on a piece of embroidery.  I licked my lips,
knowing this was a test. "Yes please," I managed to say. Muriel went to get
him, returning a short while later with my nude father in tow.  Sitting on
the sofa I trembled and licked my lips as I saw her bring him forward, a
blindfold over his eyes.  I looked towards Grandma who smiled and held her
finger to her lip for me to remain silent. "Has your brother been a good
boy Muriel?" She asked her. "He stiffened as soon as he smelt my perfume
Mother." She told her, leading him to a spot directly in front of me. 
Sitting as I was his manhood stood directly in front of my face, the
bulbous and circumcised tip slowly leaking a clear fluid. "Then we will
reward him with a gentle tossing of his thing I think." Grandma nodded to
me.  I knew what she wanted me to do.  Hardly able to breath I reached up
and slid my finger and thumb around the hot shaft.  It lurched and I gulped
and sucked in a much needed breath. "That's the way." Muriel whispered as
she came to sit beside me, her eyes alight as she watched my encircling
fingers slowly slide down the full length of the pulsing shaft.  I licked
my lips and repeated it, my heart hammering and my thighs squeezing
together against the excitement I felt.  The oil seeping from his cock eye
grew and made his shaft slick.  My fingers slid easily back and forth while
the nut seemed to swell and darken.  He panted.  His shaft gleamed as if
polished, which was what my fingers were doing.  Daddy gasped, pushing his
pelvis forward and seed shot out of it, splattering my cheek.  Without a
thought I put my mouth over it's tip, letting it pump his seed into my
mouth for me to swallow and lick, to taste the salty, fishy taste of it. 
And as Muriel led him away, Grandma came over and kissed me, her tongue
savouring the remains of his seed.

   The door opened, pulling me from the past, from the taste of my
grandmother's tongue as she searched out the last drops of her son's
remaining sperm.  I blushed and eased the finger tip from my clutching
pussy, my legs closing as Auntie Muriel smiled at me. "Are you ready?" She
asked.  I licked my lips and nodded, rising on weak knees as the thought of
what I was to do made me dizzy and light headed. "You'll be fine!" She told
me, a squeeze on my bare shoulder before she led me out of my room. The
room at the end of the hall was called the nursery.  It was where the
children of the house had always played, the door closed on the outside
world.  There were many toys in there that were not for innocent little
children though, most of them too alien for me to know what they were for.
But my attention was on my prone father.  I thought the bench he lay on was
just that, until I noticed how metal rings helped to hold Daddy in place.
He was held down on his back, his legs bent out on either side of it, his
thing sticking up in the air, forced to by a leather brace that held it
secure around its throbbing base.  His face was masked in black rubber, a
hole letting his tongue extend.  His arms had been secured above his head,
his chest rising and falling with his rapid breath.  "Edward prefers to be
restrained, don't you boy?" His mother smiled at me.  He nodded in his
mask, his breath quickening.  I licked my lips and felt the urge to press
my hard palm to my fanny, to rub myself off while watching his thing throb
in the air. Auntie Muriel knelt beside me, her face warmly flushed while
her eyes roamed across my fanny and small breasts. "We're not going to help
you," she breathed.  "You're going to have to do this all on your own." She
explained.  I nodded. Without touching him I climbed over the bench and his
body.  It all began to feel so unreal, me nude over my masked father, my
pussy slowly spreading open as I bent my knees and stretched my thighs
apart.  His extended tongue slid between my petal like fanny lips and I
gasped and clutched at my breasts, squeezing myself while the tongue slid
back and forth through my sensitive valley.  Looking down I watched his
manhood throb, picturing it sliding into mummy's pussy, pumping his seed to
create me.  I gulped and slid forward my breath held.  Would he really do
what Auntie Muriel said he would?  He did, his tongue pushing it's way
between my bum cheeks to rasp across my bum hole.  I gasped and shook,
spilling my dew over his chin while the tongue tried entering me back
there. My heart pounding I moved away from his lovely tongue and slid my
wet through down his chest, my breath beginning to quicken again as I
looked at his cock.  I rose and, taking a big breath, poised myself over
his crotch. His thing was directly beneath me.  I touched the ruby nut, my
heart lurching as I felt it's burning flesh.  Then lowered myself onto him.
Grandma and Auntie were watching intently, my Aunt with her skirt lifted
and her firm thighs spread apart, Grandma stroking her, entering her with
two fingers to then lift them to her mouth to lick.  Biting my lip I slowly
lowered myself on Daddy's hard cock, panting as I felt the ruby nut pierce
me.  "That's it!" Grandma called.  I sobbed and edged down, the friction
making me tremble almost as much as the size, heat and throbbing of it.  I
was stretched apart but the pain was pleasure.  Slowly, bit by bit, I was
skewered on my very own father's manhood.  Its whole length pulsed within
my tight little cunt.  I was seated on his belly, mewing as my little
clutching cunt made his thing lurch.  Sobbing with delight I began to move
the way Auntie had told me I must, rising and falling, my wetness making me
slick.  Such pleasure!  I couldn't breath fast enough as pleasure bloomed
within me.  Mewing I moved without knowing it, rocking back and forth,
spilling my love of it, coming, coming.

   I woke, Auntie Muriel smiling down at me tenderly. "You milked him dry!"
She giggled.  I smiled, a pleasant soreness between my legs.  "How do you
feel?" She asked.  I told her and she smiled. "I know just the thing for
that!" She giggled as she pulled my thighs apart and lowered her head.  I
gasped, my eyes wide and my hands clenched as her lips gently ran over my
slit.  Her extending tongue made me buck and she giggled and held my bum,
lifting me into her mouth.  Mewing, fighting for breath, my loins squirming
uncontrollably, my Auntie used her mouth and tongue to lick me, suck and
probe.  Once more I was coming, squealing my love of it while delivering my
love juice to her eager mouth.

   "Come along now," I heard Grandma say to someone behind me.  I was busy,
on my hands and knees between Auntie Muriel's thighs, licking at her musty
source, flicking the swollen bud of her stout little clitoris before diving
down to lick out the fresh wetness from the pouting mouth to her cunt.  I
moaned, wanting to pull away and look over my shoulder but stopped by
Auntie's hands in my hair. "Don't stop honey," she panted, pressing me to
her furry niche.  I grinned, pleased I was exciting her and daringly pushed
my tongue down, between her nether cheeks, the tip seeking out her secret
hole.  She gripped me tighter and groaned. "Oh, you little devil!" I heard
her gasp as she swivelled her hips to help me tickle her back there. And I
would have, but I felt strong hands grip my own little bottom, large thumbs
pull me open for a burning hot cock head to lodge at my little pussy mouth.
I gulped, trembling as I sensed myself on the verge of being taken.  Then
it happened, the hot cock surging into me with one stroke, taking my breath
away and pressing my open mouth into my auntie's slit.  My father's groan
and the lurch of his lovely cock deep inside me confirmed it was him and I
moaned my own pleasure and licked the fresh wetness from Auntie's sex. 
Daddy began moving inside me and my pleasure doubled with each stroke.  I
couldn't lick anymore, just pant and rub my nose against Auntie's hard
little clitoris.  She clutched at my head, pushing me against her as her
breath doubled.  I cried out around her throbbing female member, my Daddy's
cock jumping inside me.  The thought of his seed hitting my womb made me
come again. He slid out and I rose from Auntie's crotch to look behind me.
Grandma smiled, holding Daddy's collar. "His thing needs cleaning Candy,"
she grinned.  I licked my lips.  On my knees his drooping, sticky looking
thing was level with my face.  The seeping of his stuff from my little
pussy tickled and I wanted to reach down and rub it into my flesh.  "Come
on candy.  Be a good and dirty little girl for your Daddy," Grandma urged.
With a sob I slid my mouth over his cock and tasted the mixture of my sweet
juices and his salty sperm.  My fingers found the wetness between my legs
and doubled it as I swallowed.  His thing grew.  Above me I could hear him
groan.  I looked up, watching him as he looked at me sucking the end of his
rapidly hardening cock.  Letting it go I watched it bounce in front of my
face and looked up at him again. "Over my face Daddy.  Please" I begged. 
Grandma chuckled and reached round to squeeze his balls, then he was
coming, spurting over my face while I held myself still, my fingers
receiving my spend. "You're going to love it here," Auntie Muriel told me
softly as she joined me on her knees to lick her brother's seed from my
face. "Can we stay then?" I asked excitedly. "Oh yes.  You definitely need
to stay here," Grandma said from across the room where she was bent over
the table, her son, my father, holding her fleshy bottom as he thrust into
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