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From: M1KEHUNT@aol.com
Subject: The Photographer - by MIKE HUNT

You were nice enough to send me a note after "She's A Tease" and encourage 
me to continue writing these stories.  That's the only reason I do it.  
OK, OK, I might occasionally get some pleasure out of it myself, 
if you know what I mean ;-)

So here's my latest, a story from my way past, before I was married.
It's true.  I've also just finished the sequel, also true.  Give me a
week to proofread it and I'll mail that one, if you want.  Please feel
free to write and tell me if you like it, or hate it or how I could
improve.

If you don't want me to e-mail you anything else, that's fine too.
Just let me know.  Send mail to Bannerboy1@aol.com, or to M1KE
HUNT@aol.com.  Please note that for e-mail purposes, the 2nd character
in M1KE is a "one" not an "eye."



Pretend there's a standard disclaimer here.
If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading this.
Well THIS is OK, but not the dirty stuff down below.

If you can't name the farm where Woodstock happened, you're not old enough.
If you went to school in Tennessee you probably can't read this anyway.
If reading this is illegal where you live, STOP. This means you, sailor.


The Photographer - by MIKE HUNT


I've been fooling around with cameras since high school, when I saved up and
bought my first decent one. You know, a 35mm job with two interchangeable
lenses. I mean, it was always just a hobby, I never thought I had enough
talent to make my living at it, which is why I became an accountant.
Yes, just a boring accountant for a large CPA firm. Still, the 9-to-5
hours and decent pay make for a good life, except in March, when everybody
throws their taxes at me at the same time.

Anyway, I was showing my neighbor Bob some of my outdoor shots -
it was fall and the leaves were turning - when he began quizzing me
more intently about my photography.

It seems that he had just spent $200 for one of those "glamour" sessions
for his wife Krystal, and had been very disappointed with the results.
He had wanted some "sexy" pictures of her, and what he got back left
a lot to be desired. Krystal is shy by nature; I know because I see
them socially from time to time. But these photos made her look positively
dowdy. The photography was competent, to be sure, it's just that she
was dressed like a 1930's schoolmarm. And that was a shame, because
Krystal is a nice looking woman. She's about 5'6" tall, has a really
nice figure, and cute, if slightly boyish face. If anything I thought
she was a little bit skinny, although she had good sized boobs.

I explained to Bob that I rarely photographed people. That was true;
I spent most of my time on nature shots, although I had done a couple
of weddings and kids' birthday parties, mostly as favors to friends.
I didn't know if I would be able to do anything decent or not. After
some pestering, he finally convinced me at least to at try, and said
he would pay for the film and processing. Of course since I had my own
small darkroom in the basement, that wouldn't amount to much. He also
tried to get me to accept some money for my time, but I couldn't take
it, especially not knowing if anything would come of it. Bob said he
would check with Krystal, and let me know. Two days later he called.

"Well, to be honest, she's not wild about the idea, but she'll give
it a try. I had the same trouble when I bought her the other photo
session for her birthday, but after it was over she said it was fine.
She's just a little shy."

"Why don't you just get a Polaroid and take what you want yourself?"
I asked. "I'm sure she's not shy around you."

"Actually I've already tried that, but I'm all thumbs when it comes
to a camera. Everything I took is too dark, too light, has my thumb
over the lens, or just looks crappy. No, I want some nice pictures,
good quality, you know?" Bob answered.

"Well, I'm not so sure about what I can do, but I'll give it my best,"
I told him. "When do you want to do it?"

"You know, I think I'll leave that up to Krystal," he said. "Why
don't you give her a call later in the week and set it up. Whenever
and wherever is OK with me."

We hung up, and I thought about it. I wondered if I had the right
equipment. After all, I was used to driving into the country and taking
pictures of trees. I had never done any portrait work, and didn't
really know what to do. The next day I went to a local photo shop
and asked for some advice. $200 later I was struggling to the car
with a set of lights, reflector panels, and a book on portrait lighting
and make-up. What had I gotten myself in for? On Wednesday I called
their house, and Krystal answered. "Hi Krystal, this is Mike. I guess
Bob told you I'd be calling."

"Oh god, yes," she said. I could hear the dread in her voice.

"Listen," I said. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to.
I'm a little uncomfortable with it, myself."

"Really?" she asked. Now she seemed interested. "Why?"

"Well, I'm not sure I know what I'm doing. I mean, I've been taking
pictures since high school, and I'm pretty good with a camera. I just
haven't had much experience doing this sort of thing. I'm mostly into
nature and stuff like that," I explained.

"Oh." There was a pause. "Well, I'm a little reluctant, myself. You
know Bob got me this so-called 'glamour' session for my birthday,
and I tried, I really did. But the guy was a geek, and all he kept
saying was 'look sexy look sexy' and I was soooo self conscious. By
the time it was over I couldn't wait to get out of there. So I knew
Bob was disappointed, and frankly, so was I."

Boy, talk about pressure. Even if she hadn't known about how insecure
I felt about this, she was loading it on. Then she said "The guy was
such a geek. I mean at least you're not a geek."

"Gee thanks," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

She heard it. "No no, I mean, you're nice looking, and I like you.
This guy was, ugh, well, anyway, I couldn't be sexy in front of him.
Yecch! It makes me shiver just to think about it. I mean, I'm not
sure what I'll be able to do with you. But I'm willing to give it
my best shot."

We continued talking for a few minutes during which I assured her
we wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. She assured me that
she would really try. We set up the date for Friday night at my house.
I asked to talk to Bob. When he came to the phone, I told him that
we were all set for Friday night, and suggested that he be there,
to help relax Krystal relax. I also knew that way he would be able
to tell me what he wanted and I would be more likely to deliver his
expectations than if I just randomly shot roll after roll of film.
He thought it was a good idea.

Friday night rolled around. Bob and Krystal showed up at the front
door about 9:00. I'd been expecting them an hour earlier, but it was
no big deal since I didn't have anything else to do anyway. Krystal
was carrying a sports bag, apparently with some changes of clothes
inside. At least I hoped so. She was dressed in a dark blouse buttoned
to her chin and a pair of baggy shorts that hung to her lower thigh.
Glamorous she was not!  Bob came in, waving a bottle of wine. 
"Good idea," I thought. In fact, I had one of my own chilling. 
Not only did I think it would calm her nerves, it might damn well help mine!

Bob popped the cork and poured three glasses. Krystal drank hers
down in two big gulps. I wasn't far behind. With Krystal seated at
the kitchen table, I took out one of my smaller reflexes and snapped
a couple of pictures. FLASH. FLASH. "See? Simple," I said. I snapped
a couple more. The flash was a distraction from the calm of the rest
of the room, but otherwise we continued drinking and talking. I didn't
really expect these first pictures to amount to anything; I was just
doing it to get everybody used to the idea of the cameras and the
process. In fact I was working with a small camera that I hardly even
used anymore.

After 20 minutes of wine it was time to get started. Bob told Krystal
to go change into something sexier. She grabbed her little bag and
went into the next room. Bob called around the corner, "Krystal, put
on the blue top that I like. I think Mike will like it too."

She reappeared, dressed in a low-cut blue tank top and beige micro
skirt. The top covered her shoulders, but then plunged straight down
on both sides before cutting square across the bodice. The swell of
her breasts was visible, but the effect was to be sexy, not slutty.
The material hung down over her breasts, and had just a trace of white
lace frill at the bottom edge. There was no elastic on the bottom,
so the material just hung by force of gravity with just that little
frill adding some weight. Mike liked it. A lot. So did I. The skirt
was shorter than women were wearing, at least in the last 20 years
or so. In fact the last time I had seen one like it was in the 70's.
Krystal's gorgeous legs were bare, as was her midriff.

"I feel practically naked," she said, reaching for her wine glass.

"Don't be silly," Bob said. You're completely covered, practically."

"Yeah," I added, "practically. Except for your legs and chest and
belly-button." I paused. "Just kidding."

She giggled, but I could tell she was self conscious, especially
the way she was sitting so perfectly upright with her knees pressed
tightly together.

"Have a little more wine," I suggested.

"We're out," Bob said.

"No problem. I have a bottle chilling in the fridge," I answered.
Bob went to the icebox and took out my bottle. It wasn't a great vintage
or anything, but it would do. He poured three more glasses. Krystal
grabbed for hers.

As she twisted to reach the glass one of her bra straps became visible
at the edge of her top. She poked it back under. Bob said "Hey you
shouldn't be wearing a bra. Take it off." Krystal protested briefly,
but then gave in. She told me to turn my head. I did. When I turned
back, she was holding the bra in her hand. She still had the sexy
blue top on, and she was preparing to toss the bra over onto her sports
bag on the other side of the room.

"Wait!" I told her. "I've always thought it's sexy to see a woman
with her lingerie. Hold on to it. In fact, here..." I walked over
to her and put my hand on her back, putting a little pressure on her
to lean forward. She did so, putting her elbows on the table. As she
bent over, I was treated to a view down her blouse. I could see the
beautiful beginnings of the swells of her breasts and the deep valley
between them. She held the bra in one hand, and I told her to flip
it over her shoulder. She did.

(continued in pt 2)

I hovered over her, camera in hand, clicking picture after picture.
FLASH. Of course I especially tried to get some "down the blouse"
shots as well as some more traditional shots. While I was walking
around adjusting the lights and the reflectors, I noticed that from
behind I could look up under her top and see the underside of her
hanging breasts, now that they were free from the confines of her
bra. I snapped a few from that angle. I really didn't know what Bob
was looking for, but I sure wanted a few of these for myself.

"How sexy do you want these?" I asked Bob.

"Do I get a vote?" Krystal asked.

"I want them sexy sexy," he said. "But also good quality. Not just
cheap porno pics, you know?"

"Sure sure," I gulped. "How about you, Krystal?"

The wine was obviously beginning to have its effect on her. She looked
at me from the corner of her eye. "I suppose I could get to topless.
Maybe. But not cheap porno pics. Not even good quality, high class, quality 
tested porno pics. I could never do that," she said firmly.

"No hon, that's not what I meant," Bob interrupted. "But you know
my favorites are upskirt shots. You've been with me when I've looked
through my magazines. You know how I get when I'm looking at those..."
he trailed off.

"Yeah, as hard as an axe handle," she laughed. Krystal took another
swig of her wine.

"Well," I thought to myself. "This really is going to be interesting." I
turned
away for a second, and then said "You know these might look better
with a little make-up. Photography reads things differently than your
eye; you have to compensate."

"Sure, sure," Bob said. "Sure, sure," Krystal agreed.

I got out my makeup kit and took out a blush brush. I'd never used
it before, but thought I knew what to do with it. It was about 8 inches
long, and had a soft furry set of 1 inch bristles at the business
end. I dabbed it at a dark patch of the make-up palette. "Do you want
to do this?" I asked Krystal.

"No, I wouldn't know what I was doing," she said. I didn't bother
saying that I didn't either.

"OK, lean forward a little," I instructed. She did. I dabbed, gingerly
at first, at her chest, then at the valley between her breasts. "We have 
to emphasize the peaks and valleys, if you know what I mean," I said.

She laughed. "That tickles."

"Sorry," I said. "Just doing my job." I tried to sound my most professional.
I didn't think I was particularly convincing, but neither she nor
Bob complained. In fact, Bob seemed mesmerized as I stood there dabbing
my make-up brush between his wife's tits. I turned back and dabbed
the brush at a lighter color on the palette. I turned back to her.
"OK, now I need to blend this color with the other one at the edges."

"Go for it," she said. Bob was silent, but I could feel the intensity
of his stare.

I reached down with my other hand and pulled the front of her top
out an inch or two, and dabbed with the brush. This time, instead
of concentrating on the valley, I brushed up and down the hillsides
themselves. I brushed and brushed and brushed. OK so maybe I got a
little carried away. Finally I stood back to admire my work. Well,
I stood back to admire her tits along with my work. "Hmmm," I said.
"It hasn't blended as well as it should, but it'll probably do."

"Why not?" she asked.

"The brush seems fine to put on the makeup, but doesn't blend it
very well," I answered.

"So blend it," she said.

I stared for a moment, then I gulped. "Well, the only way I know
to do it is to, ah, smooth it with my fingers. Do you mind?"

She turned to Bob and said, "Do you mind?"

Bob's voice was a little tight when he answered. "Not at all. You gotta do
what you gotta do."

"Whoopee!" I thought.

"Well then, go ahead," she said.

I inserted my hand part way into the top of her blouse. Using the
boy-scout salute, I took three fingers and rubbed the edges of the
makeup. Using small circular motions, I was massaging the insides
of her breasts while she sat there in front of me - and her husband.
After a minute or so, I stopped and stood back. "Much better," I decided
aloud. Of course I could hardly tell any difference, but I had to
say something, now didn't I? I walked around and snapped another dozen
or so pictures from above. I had her twist and turn, hoping that her
position would reveal more on one side or the other. It did. FLASH.
FLASH. In fact, my make-up application did seem to emphasize her cleavage,
and would make for some really sexy shots.

"I like this make-up stuff," Krystal said to no one in particular.
We all laughed. By this time we had run out of my bottle of wine,
and Bob suggested he run to the store to get another. I agreed. So
did she. As he left, he told us to continue, and that he would only
be gone 10 minutes or so. I reached into my pocket and flipped a $10-spot
at him. Out he went, closing the front door behind him.

"You know, I really want to give him what he wants," Krystal said.
So did I. "Even though I'm shy, that doesn't mean I'm not sexual,"
she continued, looking at me from the corner of her eye. "In fact,
before we were married, I had several boyfriends tell me that I was
the sexiest girlfriend they ever had."

I could believe it. The way she was dressed was more than I had expected
from shy, demure little Krystal. Obviously I didn't know her that
well. And just as obviously, I was getting to know her a lot better.

"Well, Bob says what he wants are some upskirt shots. Are you game?"
I asked, praying for an affirmative response.

"Hey, what Bob wants, Bob gets," she answered. She flexed her legs
apart quickly twice, then plastered her knees back together. She was
goofing on me, and I had fallen for it. My mouth was hanging open.
She burst out laughing. "Oh you men, you're so funny. A little peek
at a girl's panties and you go all to pieces." She flexed her legs
apart again for a second. Sure enough, her panties were bright white...and
highly visible under the short micro skirt. That is, until she put
her knees back together again.

"Wow," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Wow," I
repeated. She chuckled.

"OK," Krystal said, "get ready for the big unveiling." And with that
she parted her knees, just an inch or two. I knelt down on one knee,
obviously straining for a peek. "How's that?" she asked.

"Ah, er, pretty good," I said. "I can't really see that much, but..."
I trailed off. "Maybe I should adjust some lights." I grabbed my light
bar and reset it about 2 feet from the floor in front of the table.
I was shining the lights right up her dress, adjusting them so there
wouldn't be any shadows all the way up to the juncture of her legs.
She sat there, nonplused, as I crawled around on the floor under the
table. He kept her knees only about 2 inches apart.

At that moment, Bob walked back in, waving a bottle of wine in each
hand. He was clearly shocked by what he saw.

"My god," he said. I couldn't tell if he was angry or not. "My god,"
he repeated. "Just what I hoped for. This is great. Get some good
ones, will ya Mike? Doesn't she have fabulous legs?" I guessed he
wasn't mad.

"Yeah, I'm trying," I said, doing my best to sound like a professional
photographer and not a horny neighbor. "But this is a tough angle,
down here. I've certainly never had to shoot anything like this before."

"Oh come on," Bob called out as he popped one of the wine corks.
"You're a wildlife photographer. You've never tried to shoot a beaver
before?"

I snickered, but Krystal interrupted. "Yecch, a beaver. Why do you
guys call it that?"

"Dammed if I know? Get it? Dammed - beaver - get it?," Bob joked.

I groaned at his bad pun. He brought a glass of wine to Krystal,
who sat it on the table after taking a big gulp. He bent down to hand
me one, as well. As he did, he looked at the view I had, right up
her skirt. He said, "Krystal, you're going to have to open your legs
a little more. You can hardly see anything like this."

She did. Her knees opened to about 6 inches. "More," he commanded.
Her knees moved again. Now they were about a foot apart. "That's better,"
he said. "But you can still hardly see anything."

I disagreed with him, but I was going to keep my mouth shut. The
lights now shone brightly on the thin white panties. I couldn't see
through them, but I could see the outline of what was behind them.
I grabbed my camera and started clicking. FLASH. FLASH. I shot about
20 pictures when the roll of film was used up. I twisted to one side
and sat up, holding the camera carefully. I rewound the film, and
then crawled over to the table to grab another roll. I would have
walked over there, but I had such an erection I didn't think I could
stand up straight if I tried. And anyway I would have been embarrassed
to let both of them see the condition I was in, even though I was
sure they could guess.

It was getting hot under the table, especially with the bright lights.
She flexed her legs back and forth in a frog kick trying to fan the
air. I almost pulled a muscle turning my head fast enough to watch.
While I was fumbling with a new roll of film, Bob said "How about
no panties, Krys?" I held my breath. She grabbed her wine glass and
took another swig.

"Honey, you're in charge. If that's what you want..." she answered.
She left the rest of the sentence unsaid. I continued to fumble with
the camera as I tried to peek at her. She lifted up off the chair
and inch or so as her hands pulled up the skirt, then grabbed at the
sides of the panties.

She was pulling them off when I got up the guts to say "No leave
them on. I mean, around your ankles. It'll be sexier than having no
panties at all."

"OK Boss," she said. She sat down as her white panties fell down
her calves to her ankles. She opened her legs again. I crawled down
in front of her.

(continued in pt 3)

FLASH. FLASH. "This is good," I said stupidly. "But it's hard to
make out any detail. Uhhh, scooch forward on the chair." She did,
and her pussy came into better view. "Better, better." FLASH. FLASH.
"But something is missing." FLASH. "The shadows.." I paused. Then
I said "I know.....make-up."

"MAKE-UP!" she called, as though she were a director on a Hollywood
set.

"MAKE-UP!" Bob fairly shouted, bringing me my make-up palette and
brushes.

Now what a picture this was! I was crawling between Krystal's legs,
encouraging her to spread them wider and wider. I reached up with
my brush, trying to put a little color onto her pussy lips. She about
jumped up to the ceiling. "That TICKLES!" she said, slurring her words
a little. We had all passed our limits for wine, but that didn't stop
us.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Let me try it this way." With that, I stuck
my index finger into some of the reddish makeup, then reached up for
her cunt. I touched her pussy lip, and she shuddered. I could feel
he push forward in her chair, to increase the pressure against my
finger. I took that as my cue, and began smearing the red makeup around
in a big oval, from the top to the bottom of her labia. At the top
I paused, and started making smaller circles around her clitoris.
"Just adding some color," I lied. She kept up the pressure, and so
did I. I could hear Bob's breathing become heavier behind me. Her
breathing became heavier too. Come to think of it, so did mine.

After far too long, but far too short a time for my taste, I pulled
back and grabbed my camera. Bob was now fully into it, and so was
she. FLASH. FLASH. I dropped down to my knees. FLASH. I got some great
shots of her cunt, well lit, and now well made up, peeking out between
her knees and under her skirt. FLASH. She took another swig of wine,
and then said, "This is pretty unfair. Here I am, hanging out all
over the place, and you guys have all your clothes on. How about giving
me something to look at?"

Bob laughed and said "You know, Mike, fair is fair." He told her
to get up off the chair and bend over, leaning on the table. Her ass
now stuck out high in the air, the back of her skirt having ridden
up over her cheeks. Her pussy was plainly visible, and because she
was bending over, her top hung down, revealing her beautiful tits
right down to the hard cherry tips. She didn't seem self conscious
at all anymore.

Bob motioned for me to change places with him. I got around behind
her, and he stepped up in front of her. I had the nicest view of her
ass and cunt. FLASH. FLASH. I bent down. FLASH. FLASH. Meanwhile,
in front of her, his hands went to his belt buckle and pulled. I could
hear him unzip. Then his pants fell in a heap around his ankles. I
heard him say "How about this, hon?"

"That's better," she said. She lifted one leg out of her panties,
and moved her legs apart. "MMMM, good. Now I have something to look
at.  Hours of fun!"

I looked up to see Bob's dick waving in the wind. He was 3 or 4 feet
in front of Krystal, and her eyes were riveted on his throbbing hard-on.
A drop of pre-cum had formed on the tip of it." FLASH. FLASH. I got
a shot of her ass, pussy, and her tits hanging down under her top.
FLASH.

"Do you want to go hard-core?" Bob asked her.

"Oh, I couldn't," she said. "I don't want my face in anything like
that."

"I could take care of that," I improvised. I'll just shoot my pictures
at angles that won't show your face." I didn't really know if I could,
but of course I could just hide any of the developed shots that did
from her so she would never know. Bob nodded at me.

He stepped forward, his dick bouncing with each step, until he was
just inches from her face. She reached up and grabbed his manhood,
and pulled him into her mouth. I could hear the slurping sounds of
oral sex happening just in front of me.

FLASH. FLASH. I moved as far around as I dared, and at one point,
she twisted her head to look at me from the corners of her eyes. Her
mouth never left his dick. As I moved back, Bob starting making some
funny hand gestures to me. At first I didn't understand. Then I caught
his meaning. While Krystal continued sucking on his throbbing member,
he pointed at my dick, then pointed his clenched hand at me, and finally
slowly extended his index finger. Then he pointed at my crotch. He
wanted me to take my dick out, too.

Standing a good four feet behind her, my hand reached for my zipper.
I lowered it quietly. With the other hand, I continued pushing the
camera button. FLASH. At that point, I was probably pointing at the
ceiling, but who cared? I reached into my pants and withdrew my member.
Whew, it felt good to get it out in the open. I was standing there,
staring at her cunt and tits while she sucked off her husband.

Bob spoke. "You know, Mike, I think she could use some make-up."

Suddenly, even with her mouth full, she said "MAKE-UP?"

"Yeah, MAKE-UP," Bob agreed. "Give her some make up. She probably
needs some, huh, Mike."

Who was I to argue? Bob was making some hand signals to me. He raised
one hand and brought his thumb and index finger together in a circle
in the universally understood "OK" sign. With the other hand he extended
his middle finger and pierced the circle. He was telling me to fuck
her. FLASH. My finger involuntarily clenched on the camera button.

"MAKE-UP" I called. "First, we need a little rouge on your nipples,"
I told her. She continued sucking Bob, facing away from me. I set
the camera down and moved in behind her. I reached around both sides
and cupped my hands under her breasts. I felt the softness of her
hanging globes fill my hands, and I stood there massaging her for
several moments. Her nipples grew and got harder in my palms. I continued
squeezing and massaging, sighing as I did. "And now we need a little
more make-up.....right here." I stepped forward another few inches
and the head of my dick made contact with her pussy lips. Up to that
point she hadn't known that my pole was sticking out of my pants,
but now she knew what was happening. I still had both hands gripped 
firmly on her tits, and something was pushing against her moistened 
womanhood. I smeared the head of my dick up and down her cunt lips 
before finding the wet opening to her tunnel of love. I stopped with the 
head of my dick barely inside the opening.

Her mouth still full of cock, she mumbled, "Come on, make-up man.
Put it in deeper. Make sure that make-up goes in deeper. I need some
make-up bad." She pushed back. I pushed forward. My
dick slipped about halfway into her cunt. She gasped. I almost lost
it. She pushed back some more. Now I was fully seated. She never missed
a beat with Bob's dick, sucking and slurping expertly through the
entire process.

We stayed that way for several minutes, me pumping into her, her
sucking on Bob.

"Ah, finally," I said. "Here comes the make-up. It's kind of a
white, creamy...and it smells a little."

"Oh good. Oh god," she said.

"Yeah, I'm going to add a little make-up myself," Bob fairly shouted.
"I'm going....I'm coming..."

I slid my dick up as far as it would go, bouncing my public hair
hard against her ass. I froze in that position as I blew my load and
felt her cunt heat up and begin to quiver. Bob shot wad after wad
of hot spunk into her mouth as I filled her cunt with my hot cum.
She jerked and spasmed herself, and the three of us collapsed on the
floor. After several moments, during which I could hear her trying
to swallow all of Bob's goopy jism, she finally spoke up.

"Well, do you think you got any decent shots?" she asked me.

"I'm not sure. I ran out of film about an hour ago. Maybe we'll have
to do it again next week."



If you like this story, send me an e-mail to bannerboy1@aol.com.
I have others I can send out. (I'm sorry these come in segments, but
that's as much as AOL's newsreader allows in a post. It's my only access
at the moment. Anyway, all my stories are based on true
experiences. This one is almost entirely true, except I'm not
an accountant. I just play one in dirty stories.

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