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Mykkhal I have had some difficulty in posting to your NG.
This is the first part of a five part story all of which have been
written.   Could I suggest you postpone publishing this (if you
think it is worth while posting it at all) untill I have managed
to post all the parts to you.

This story involves the beating and humiliation of a young
boy.   If you don't like that sort of story or if you are under
eighteen please don't read it.
The earlier stories in the Nicky series can be found in the
jimka archive at
http://www.rdrop.com/%7Ejimka/spank_10.html.
Comments please to zelamir@hotmail.com

Into Care

Nicky lay in his bed enjoying the feel of the sheets against his
naked body.   He had been  upset when Brian had announced
that Adam and he were no longer allowed pyjamas but now he
thought that this was one of his stepfather's better decisions.
He checked the clock on the bedroom wall.   It was July and
although the room was  light it was not quite six o'clock.  At
least another hour of lying in bed feeling warm and safe.

 He glanced across the room to where Adam slept.    He could
tell from the sound of  the other boy's steady breathing that he
was still asleep.   He wondered whether to creep across the
room and slip into  bed beside him.

Today they were due to drive down to Pembrokeshire to the
cottage Brian had hired for the summer.   He felt happy and
excited.

Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the front door
followed by a persistent ringing of the door bell.

Nicky jumped out of bed and pulling his shirt on, the only
clothing he was allowed in the house,  ran down stairs.   As he
reached the front door he heard Brian come out on the landing
above him.

On the front door step stood a large man wearing a crumpled
suit.  Immediately behind him were a policewoman and two
police men in uniform.   Beyond them stood a man and
woman dressed in civilian clothes.   Four police cars with their
lamps flashing  were parked on the road.

"Mr Roberts," the large man said looking past Nicky at Brian.
"I am Detective Inspector Samson of the Thames Valley
Police, I have here a place of safety order in respect of  Adam
and  David Roberts.   I trust there will be no problem in
executing it.   I must further tell you that you are not obliged
to say anything and if you do your words will be noted and
may be used in evidence."

"Police Woman Evans take the boy  upstairs and help him to
pack some clothes and find the other boy as well."

The police woman followed by the two uniformed constables
stepped past him into the hall.

The  police woman put her hand gently on Nicky's shoulder.

"Are you Nicky or Adam?" she asked quietly.


"Nicky."

 "Well Nicky will you show me where your room is and where
Adam sleeps as well and I'll help you get a few things
together.   You're both going to have to come and stay with us
for a few days."

The two police constables had already reached the top of the
stairs and were beginning to crowd Brian back into his
bedroom.   Nicky caught a glimpse of his stricken face.

"Now, now Sir," he heard one of the police men say.   "I'm
sure you agree it would be better just to let the boys go quietly
rather than making a fuss.   Better for them....."    The man's
voice was cut off as he followed Brian into his bedroom and
closed the door behind him.

Adam alarmed by all the noise was sitting up in bed.

The police woman glanced at his bare shoulders.

"Don't you boys have any pyjamas?" she asked.

"No," Nicky replied.  "Dad says they're not necessary."

"Oh does he.   Well both of you get dressed and then we'll get
a few essentials packed and we'll be on our way."

Adam started to get out of bed and then hesitated.

"I don't want to get dressed with you in the room," he said.
"Couldn't you just go and wait on the landing please while we
do it.?"

"Now don't be silly both of you.   I've got to stay with you and
there's no need to feel shy.   I've got two younger brothers so
I'm quite used to boys."

Reluctantly Adam stood up.

"Who gave you that?" the woman asked her voice reflecting
her shock as she caught sight of the bruises that the cane had
left on Adams bottom.

"Oh these," Adam touched them lightly.  "Dad.   I argued with
him a bit."

"Hello Adam, Nicky,"  it was the woman dressed in civilian
clothes.   "My name is Mrs Rogers.   I'm a social worker.
How are we getting on then."

"They don't have pyjamas.  Their Dad doesn't allow them
any," the police woman said meaningfully, "and have a look at
Adams bottom."

The social worker glanced at Adam and drew her breath in.
She turned and before Nicky could protest lifted up the tale of
his shirt.

"This one's had the same as well," she said.

"Well you help Nicky to pack," Mrs Rogers continued  briskly,
"and Adam you show me where your clothes are.   I've brought
a big plastic bag for each of you."

"Can we say good bye to Mum and Dad?" Adam asked as they
came out onto the landing carrying.

"Not now Adam," the social worker said.   "They're doing
something else at the moment."

A police man stood on the landing outside their parents room.
Through the closed door came the sound of raised voices.

"I want to," Adam  said stubbornly.

"We both want to,"  Nicky chimed in.

"Now come along boys....Oh blast stop them!"


The two boys darted across the corridor.   Adam reached the
policeman first.  He had no trouble in catching hold of the
boy.   But Adam wriggled and kicked so much that Nicky was
able to dodge past him.

He burst into the bedroom and seeing his mother sitting in a
chair by the window her head buried in her hands sobbing ran
across to her and threw his arms about her.

"Mum, Mum," he shouted.   "What have they been doing to
you."

"You," he said glancing round fiercely and fastening his gaze
on the Police Inspector.   "You what have you been doing to
my Mum."

He was grabbed from behind.

"Sorry Sir," the policewoman said.  "He just broke away from
us."

Strong arms carried him struggling from the room down the
stars and outside to the waiting police cars.

He gave up struggling.    There were too many of them and
they were too big and too strong for him to have a chance.
Then he realised that he was being put into a different police
car than Adam.

"I want to travel with my brother," he shouted .

Adam began to yell and fight as well.

The policewoman and a man in civilian clothes forced him
into the back seat of the police car.   Sandwiched between
them he saw looking back through the rear window Adam still
struggling on the pavement.

At the police station he was taken from the car.  He kept
looking behind  as he was taken inside hoping to see Adam
again but there was no sign of him.   He was guided by the
police woman and the civilian man who had travelled in the
car with him  to a light comfortable room with arm chairs, a
sofa  and a coffee table.

"Sit down Nicky," the man said quietly.   "Are you hungry?   I
am sure you could do with some breakfast.    We could get
something for you from the canteen."

"I'd like some corn flakes please," Nicky said politely.  He
suddenly found he was very hungry.  He remained standing

"Of course and something to drink?"

"Orange juice please if I may."

"I'll get it," the police woman volunteered and left the room.

"There, now while Angela gets your breakfast we can get to
know each other.   I'm Peter Stevenson and I'm a social
worker.   You're Nicky and your Mum is Mary Roberts and
your step dad is Brian Roberts.   Is that right?"

"Yes and where's Adam and can I go home after I've had my
breakfast please."

"We're looking after Adam for the moment Nicky.   There's no
need to worry about him, he, like you, is quite safe now.   As
to going home, well we'll have to see.   I and other people
have a lot of questions to ask you but the sooner they've been
asked and the sooner you've answered them, the sooner we can
decide about you going back to your mum.   Now why don't
you sit down."

Nicky sat cross legged on the floor  as he was require to do in
the sitting room at home.

"No here on the sofa beside me."

"Oh sorry," David said scrambling to his feet.   "Dad won't let
us boys sit on the chairs at home.  He says they're for adults
not for little boys."

"Does he?   Are there any other rules he's made like that?" the
man sounded interested and friendly.

"Oh yes," Nicky said responding to this.   He told the nice man
about only being allowed to wear shirts in the house and how
Brian had chosen ones with broad stripes because he said the
boys looked better in them.   He told him how Brian had
bought shirts from Marks and Spencers and British Home
Stores but had decided shirts from the latter shop were best
because they had shorter tails.  He told him about the open
door rule and the no pyjama rule and lots of other rules that
Brian had made.

He was still talking when Angela came back with his
breakfast.

"I think," the man said as she put the tray on the table in front
of Nicky, "that we have something here."

I wouldn't be surprised," she said seating herself in the arm
chair.  "Both boy's bottoms are badly bruised.  The Doctor has
just arrived and will be here in a minute."

A balding middle aged man wearing a dark suit and carrying a
black brief case hurried into the room.

"Good morning everybody," he said cheerfully.  "So this is
Nicky and just having your breakfast are you young man.
Well you finish that up while I have a quiet chat with Mr
Stevenson to get the back ground to everything.   We don't
want your corn flakes going soggy eh?"

He drew the social worker into the corner of the room where
they talked together in undertones.   Nicky  busy eating his
breakfast could hear nothing of what they said but noticed that
every now and again they would glance in his direction.

As soon as he had finished eating the doctor came over to him.

" Now Nicky," he said kindly, "I want to give you a medical
examination to see if there is any thing wrong with you."

"Do you want to take him to the examination room Sir?"

"No I don't think so Constable.   Less alarming for the boy
here."

"It's going to be a thorough examination Nicky so I want you
to take all your clothes off.    I also want Mr Stevenson and the
Police Constable to be here during the examination so that
they can see what I am doing and if necessary tell other people
about it.  You're a big boy and you won't mind that will you?"

Nicky was not at all sure if that was right.   He was used to his
Mum and Dad and Adam seeing him with nothing on but
being naked in front of three strange grown ups was a
different thing all together,   especially when one was a
woman.   However he was a naturally helpful and obedient
child and anyway, he thought, perhaps if he did what they
wanted it would bring nearer the time when they would let
him go home.

The examination was not too bad to begin with.   The Doctor
examined his scalp, peered into his eyes and mouth, sounded
his chest and back with his stethoscope.   David began to
wonder why he had been made to undress.   Then the Doctor
sat down in one of the upright chairs and putting his hands on
the sides of  Nicky's hips drew him close.

"Now Nicky stand still there's no need to be frightened," he
said as the boy tried to shy away.   "Did your Dad ever touch
you there or play with these?"

"No never.   Please stop.   He never touched me there.
Please."   Nicky could feel himself getting excited and the
thought of the police woman seeing that filled him with
embarrassment.

"Never dried you after you've had a bath or been swimming or
anything?" the Doctor continued remorselessly.

"Well yes, sometimes."

"Then he did touch you there.   You must tell the truth Nicky."

The doctor  took a jar of Vaseline and a pair of rubber gloves
out of his brief case.

"Now Nicky  I'm going to have a look at your bottom.  It
maybe just a little bit uncomfortable to begin with but if you're
good and do as your told it will soon be over.   Now get down
over my knees."

Nicky glanced round desperately.  To have to lie face down
over the man's knee and have him fiddling with his bottom in
front of strangers; Nicky was appalled by the thought.

"Shall I leave for the moment Sir," Angela, who had noticed
Nicky's distress, suggested.

"No.   No, certainly not Constable, I need you as a witness.
Now come on Nicky don't be a big baby, over you go."   He
caught hold of the boy by the arm and guided him firmly down
across his knee.   Nicky lay there his naked backside stuck in
the air feeling utterly humiliated.   He felt the man's hands
move gently over his buttocks.

"Hum,  distinct subcutaneous bruising.   When did your Dad
beat you last Nicky?"

"Night before last Sir."

"And what did he beat you with?"

"A cane Sir. Oh!"

"That's all right Nicky.   I'm just putting a bit of Vaseline there
so I can get right inside.  Try not to tense up boy."

"Why did he beat you Nicky?"   Mr Stevenson asked.

"I changed my school report from a B- for English to a B+.
Oh!"

One of the man's fingers was right inside him now.   It hurt but
at the same time Nicky realised with alarm it was  making him
increasingly excited.

"Well there's no doubt about it," the Doctor said.   "Clear signs
of anal dilation."


"Now I'd better take a swab just in case.  I doubt if it'll be any
use but you never can be sure.   Tell me David when did your
Dad last play around with your bottom."

"I..I don't know..Ouch...what you mean Sir."

"I mean when did he last go up there.   Where I've just been."

"He never has Sir.   Never."

  "Ah well, that's all over.   You can get up now.   It wasn't too
bad was it?"   The doctor landed a friendly open handed pat on
Nicky's bare rump.

Nicky got to his feet trying to hide his very obvious
excitement with his hands.   The police woman smiled and
tactfully turned her head away as the boy  scrambled into his
clothes.

"Perhaps we  could have a word together outside Doctor?"
Peter Stevenson  suggested.

The two men left the room.

"The boy's in denial of course Peter," the Doctor said as soon
as they were alone together.

"You're sure that he's been abused?" the social worker asked.

"Absolutely certain and as I understand the position it could
only be the father.    There's the other boy but he wouldn't
have been big enough to explain the dilation I have
observed."

"I don't know yet what if any thing the medical examination of
the other boy has turned up," Peter said doubtfully.     It will
be difficult if there's nothing there and  both boys deny
anything has happened."

"It's quite possible Peter that the other boy has escaped his
father's attentions.   As I understand it he has being living
away from him for some considerable time.   What is clear is
that this boy has been abused and must not be returned to be
abused again.    That is my advice to you.  Should it ever
become necessary I will make it known to the relevant
authorities that I have given you that advice."

"Yes but you just can't take a child away..."

"If  I may make a suggestion.   You send the boy to the
Ovingdean House Home.   You could then get my diagnosis
confirmed by my colleague down there, Dr Shaw, who of
necessity,  with that institution situated in his practice, has
become a recognised expert in such matters.    It will be very
difficult for anyone to argue against such action on your part
with the opinion of two independent medical men to support
you."

"Yes...Yes that may well be the solution Doctor.   We do have
some placements there already as you know and it would have
the added advantage of  taking the boy well away from his
step-father."

"I'll get on with it straight away.  We really need to get him in
there today if we can."

"And I must get on with my rounds."

-----------------

Back in his car the Doctor picked up his car phone.

"Ovingdean House...Good can I speak to the principle please,
Doctor Butler  speaking."

"William, Andrew Butler here"

"Yes very well thank you.   Now look here Peter Stevenson the
social worker down here will be telephoning you in the next
few minutes to place a boy with you, Nicholas Roberts."

"Yes he is a good looking boy.   Twelve years old, blonde hair,
slim very pretty really.  A desirable addition to your stable I
would say.   I've just examined him and said he shows
unmistakable signs of sexual abuse.   The step fathers the
prime suspect."


"No there's no evidence of it at all but I was thinking if you get
our good friend Doctor Shaw to say that he has examined him
as soon as he arrives at the  home and to support my view.
...There's no need of course for him to actually bother to see
the boy at all....   Well I'm sure it won't be long before he will
have all the symptoms and whose to say then that he got them
after rather than before he passed into your care."

"No I'm sure the step father hasn't done any thing like that to
him but the man's obviously a bit of a control freak and that's
made him vulnerable.   One of the neighbours reported him
because he heard the boys being beaten."

"Well I'll leave the rest of it up to you then."

"Thanks same to you."

He replaced the receiver and drove out of the police station
yard a satisfied smile on his face.

-------------------------------------


After the Doctor had gone Nicky was interviewed by a lot of
different people all of whom asked him similar questions
about his Dad and what his Dad did to him.   One lady even
produced a doll and asked him if his Dad had ever touched
that bit of him or done all sorts of other things that Nicky until
then had never even thought of.   Finally Angela the police
women had turned up and said the people had arrived to take
him away.

"Am I going back to my Mum and Dad?" Nicky asked as he
trotted along the corridor beside her.

"Not exactly," she replied.   She did not Nicky thought sound
very happy.

When they arrived at the public counter room there were two
very big men  wearing dark blue uniforms.    They looked very
like police men except that they had big round yellow badges
on their shoulders and on the front of their shiny peaked caps.

"So this is the boy," one of the men said.   He did not sound
very friendly.

"Yes," Angela said, "and look here he done nothing wrong you
know.   He's just in need of protection."

"If he's done nothing wrong then he's the first boy I've ever
come across that hasn't," the man replied and the two of them
laughed.

"Any way we can't take him like that.   We won't accept
responsibility for transporting him unless he's wearing
uniform.  Company rules.  Get those clothes off boy.  Joe
you've got the stuff for the brat haven't you?"

"Here they are Tom,"  the other man said producing a plain
white plastic bag.

"If he's got to change can't you let him do it in one of the
interview rooms?" Angela asked, note of desperation in her
voice.

"Haven't got time for that.   Anyway, what is he, something
special or what.   Come on boy get those clothes off and be
fast about it and those pants.    Everything boy.  Fast."

Frightened and confused Nicky scrambled out of his clothes in
the public room while Angela looked on unhappily.

"Now get these on," Tom said tipping the contents the plastic
bag on the floor in front of Nicky.

There were a pair of thin  white cotton shorts, a white T-shirt
with printed in large scarlet letters across it's back
OVINGDEAN
BOY'S
HOME
and a pair of plain blue plimsolls.

"Doesn't he get any under pants?" Angela asked.   "Those
shorts are so thin you can see right through them against the
light."

"So you can Miss," Joe said equably peering at Nicky.  "So
you can."

"Come on boy, sharp now, out to the car," Tom man said
taking Nicky by the scruff of the neck and marching him out
of the police station.   Joe followed carrying the  plastic bag
containing Nicky's few possessions.

Nicky was bundled into the back of a large black car that
stood in the station yard.   Joe got in beside him and Tom
drove.   Nicky tried to move as far away from Joe as he could.

"Please," he said almost crying.   "Please couldn't I go home to
my Mum and Dad please?"

Joe cuffed him hard on the side of the head.

"Speak when you're spoken to boy and when you speak to a
member of the staff you call them Sir.    Do you understand.?"
he rapped.

"Yes"

Crack.  This time he back handed the boy across his face
knocking his head back and splitting his lip.

"Yes what? boy."

"Sir sorry Sir."

"And don't forget.   As for going home.   No you're not going
home not now  ... not ever.   You're coming with us and you'll
stay with us so you'd better make the best of it."

"Oh Tom," he said to the man in front of the car.   "Do you
know he's gone and got blood on his shirt already."

"Dear, dear," Tom  replied.   "Matron won't be pleased with
him.   She doesn't like little boys that  mess up their clothes
and cause expense and everything.   I wouldn't like to be in his
shoes when we get to Ovingdean.   He's certainly starting off
on the wrong foot."

Nicky sat hunched in the corner of the car as it pounded
steadily along the motorway.   As time passed he became
increasingly conscious of another discomfort apart from the
soreness about his mouth and ear where he had been hit.   He
needed to have a pee.    He was afraid to speak after what had
happened but his need was becoming more urgent.   He began
to shift about in his seat.

"Hello,"  Joe said eventually.   I think we've got a problem
Tom."

"What's that?"

"The brats going to wet himself if we don't stop sharpish."

"Next service station then."

By the time the car pulled into Leigh Delamere services Nicky
was beside himself.  Holding onto himself with one hand he
tried to wrench the car door open but found it was locked.

"Now, now," Joe said.   "Not so fast boy.   We cant have you
running off and leaving your new friends can we."

He took  pair of handcuffs from his pocket snapped one cuff
round Nicky's right  wrist and the other about his own left one.
People turned to stare as they crossed the crowded hall of the
service station.   Joe was much the bigger and stronger than
Nicky and he took his time.   When they got into the toilets
Joe insisted on making a fuss unlocking the cuffs and warning
Nicky in a loud voice to snap into it and not to even think of
trying to take a runner.   Nicky only just managed to got his
shorts down over his hips, there were no flies, in time.   The
relief was immense.   Then he realised that he was standing
with his bum bare, the bruises left by Brian's last beating
clearly visible, and that everybody in the toilets was looking at
him.

"Been in trouble has he?" said one of the men to Joe.

"Yer vicious little bugger he is, though you wouldn't think it to
look at him now."

"What did he do?"

"Oh tried to rob an 84 year old woman of her  pension money.
Cut her with a knife when she tried to resist."

 "I didn't......," Nicky started to protest and then broke off as
Joe hit him across his backside with the handcuffs.

"Shut up you.   No talking."

"That's right," the man said.   "Treat him rough.   He deserves
it.  I see he's had his bottom tanned already.   I reckon he
needs more of it.   It's the birch that young thugs like that
need."

There was a murmur of approval from the rest of the men in
the toilet.

"It was his Dad that tanned him," Joe said.   "Mind you I
would have done it as well if I was him.   Just wish I could do
it now."

A man landed a kick on Nicky's rump as Joe marched him out
of the toilets.   The blow sent Nicky staggering forward.   Joe
pulled him up short and then sent him spinning hard against
the wall.

"Try to make a run for it would you," he shouted  slamming
his free hand into the boy's stomach.  Nicky doubled over
gasping for breath.  Joe twisted his arm up behind his back
and ran him out of the service station.

Back in the car Tom turned round to look at the boy.

"He's bleeding again Joe,"  he remarked.    "See he doesn't get
any on the upholstery.    It's a bugger to shift blood is.   Here
give him this Kleenex."


-----------------------------------

It was evening.   They had left the motor way a good two
hours ago.   The roads along which they journeyed had got
progressively narrower and less crowded.    Now they were
driving through a thick wood.   Trees pressed in on them on
either side.  Then to the right a high stone wall  topped with a
treble strand of barbed wire replaced  the trees.

The car slowed and turned off the road stopping in front of
tall solid metal gates.    Two cameras set on the gate posts
swung to focus on them.  On the gates was a large notice

"Ovingdean House Secure Boys Home"
"Entry by Appointment Only"
"Ring Bell and State Business into Intercom"

Tom rolled down the drivers widow and spoke briefly into the
intercom.   The gates swung  open and Tom drove through.
The gates clanged shut behind them.   The drive was narrow
but tarmacked and well maintained.  It ran for a short distance
through rhododendron bushes.   It turned sharp left and across
a wide smooth lawn stood a large Victorian country house
built in the mock Gothic style set about with turrets and
battlements.   It even had a moat and  a drawbridge.   The car
rattled over the bridge and drew up outside a heavily studded
double door.

"Journey's end  boy, out you get," Joe said pulling Nicky out of
the car after him.

He rang a bell beside the double door and spoke into yet
another intercom.   The door swung open into a vast gloomy
hall.  Pushing Nicky ahead of him  Joe crossed this, his
footsteps echoing on the bare flags.   He came to another door
and knocked.  A voice answered and he went in still holding
Nicky firmly by the arm.

It was a large comfortably furnished book lined room.   Seated
behind a desk at the far end was a big bald headed man, sitting
in an easy chair facing him was a thin sour looking woman
dressed in a  severe navy blue dress that had a suggestion of a
uniform about it.

"The new boy Sir," Joe announced

"And a pretty miserable looking specimen too," the man
remarked coldly.   "How did he get in such a mess Joe."

"Tried to make a run for it when we stopped at the service
station to let him go to the toilet Sir and then tried to resist
apprehension Sir."

"I didn't...I didn't try to run away," Nicky protested.

"Did you speak to the boy Matron?" the bald man asked
sounding mildly  puzzled.

"No Mr Adams."

"Joe I don't think you spoke to the boy did you?"

"No Sir"

"And I didn't either.  Hold him  for me Joe would you."

Mr Adams got up from behind the desk and picked up a heavy
cane  about a metre long.   He walked round the desk and took
up position in front of Nicky.   The boy held firmly by Joe
cowered away from him.

"You speak,"

CRACK

Mr Adams delivered a fierce back hand cut across the front of
Nicky's thighs.  The boy gasped with pain.

 "When you are."

 CRACK.

 "Spoken to."

CRACK.

Mr Adams stepped back and sat down on the edge of his desk.

"I will now introduce myself," he said mildly.   "I am Mr
Adams.   I am principal of this establishment.  You call me
and every male member of staff 'Sir'.  This lady you call
Matron.  It is her job to look after your health.  She is good at
curing little boys aren't you Matron."

"They seem to forget their illnesses very quickly when they
see me," the woman said with cold smile.

"You call her Matron.   You call any other woman on the staff
Miss."

"I understand that you have been sent here because you have
been sexually assaulted by your step father.   Now you may
think that you can impose on me and get sympathy out of me
by pretending that you are some sort of a victim.    I am not so
simple as that boy.   If you hadn't played up to the man, incited
him, led him on, he would have left you alone.   I know you
for what you are, not a victim, but a wicked scheming little
boy.   I'm used to dealing with  evil boys like you.   All the
boys arrive here thinking they're clever, that all they've got to
do is to hang round looking put upon and  they'll have an easy
time.   They very quickly find that they are mistaken and you
will find that too."

"You've come here because you're a nasty little boy and it is
my business and the business of my staff here to beat that
nastiness out of you.    I've no doubt it will take a long time
and a great deal of effort to do that.  But you are going to be
here for a very long time indeed and I don't begrudge the effort
that will be required."

"You haven't started well either boy.   Trying to run away.
Assaulting a member of the staff while  absconding.
Damaging property of the home by bleeding on your clothes.
Contradicting a member of staff.   Not a good beginning."

"Strip."

Nicky hesitated.  He still had some residue of pride and the
idea of undressing before the two  men and worst of all
Matron with her strange hard eyes horrified him.

"Strip boy"

to be continued

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