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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 22 (M/F) (479 lines)
January 20, 1998

This is about the 30th section.  Although this is substantially more tame than
many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 22

The call from Ken's father came as a surprise.  The ship was undergoing
additional repairs to correct problems identified during her two-week
shakedown.  She had been back for over three weeks and was scheduled to sail
for the Med in two more months.  His call was an invitation to come up to
their home above Williamsburg that weekend and Kathy accepted at once.  As
they drove over the bridge to the peninsula, Kathy reflected that Betty had
flown over from Patrick Henry Airport rather than drive.  Today, Ken was
driving the Mazda RX-7 Turbo she had given him for Christmas.  He loved his
new toy so much that Kathy had teased him by saying that she had been demoted
a notch.  Now she ranked behind the car which she -- like an idiot -- had
given him.

When they arrived at Ken's parents' house, the senior Starks were at the door
to greet them.  The Admiral gave Kathy a warm kiss while Ken kissed his
mother.  Pushing her away to get a better look, he exclaimed, "Good heavens,
Mother, what happened to you?"  Kathy was stifling a grin as Betty pretended
to look herself over for a split seam, a run in her stocking or some similar
disaster.  It was obvious to Kathy that the plan she had set in motion with
Betty Stark was working.  Betty had started with intensive work on Kathy's
exercise machines to tone her muscles and she had promised to sign up with a
fitness center when she returned home.  Now her hair was shorter and it looked
younger.  Kathy noticed it was a carefree hairdo that did not require work at
night.  'Good grief,' she thought, 'Betty's not even wearing a bra.'

She and Ken were talking to the Admiral while Betty went to the kitchen,
passing close to Sam's chair on the way past.  Sam's hand went out and gently
gripped his wife's ass.  Betty stopped suddenly and backed up so he didn't
need to reach.  Kathy could see the woman's eyes close as she enjoyed the
sensation.  Ken had watched the whole thing in utter amazement.  He was
completely nonplused when his mother slid her bottom over the arm of his
father's chair and sat on his lap.  His father's hand moved toward his
mother's breast and Ken was astounded to see her unbutton a button on her
blouse to make his access easier.  With his hand warmly cupping her right
breast, his parents began an increasingly passionate kiss.

Kathy wanted to cheer but instead said, "Kenneth Stark, you're a peeping Tom.
Mind your own business."  She put Ken's hand on her own breast and kissed him.
While they were still engaged, she heard the senior Starks head for the
bedroom.  She slid off her dress and started working on Ken's pants.

"What *are* you doing?" he asked, shocked.

"What does it look like?  I'm preparing to be loved -- by you -- on the living
room floor."

"But what if..."

"Ken, your parents are making love in their bedroom.  Who's going to come?"

They were sitting on the floor together with their backs to a sofa, fully
dressed when Sam and Betty reappeared.  Betty, positioned behind Sam, gave
Kathy a broad wink.  "Ken," she said quietly, "would you do me a favor and
call me Mom?  Please?"

At this point Ken could contain himself no longer.  "Would somebody please
tell me what's going on at this funny farm?  Everyone seems to have lost his
mind!"

His parents sat side by side on a love seat facing them and looked at one
another.  They then looked at Ken as if he were a sweet but somewhat
feebleminded child.  Betty looked at her husband feigning puzzlement.  "I
don't see anything strange, do you, dear?"

"Well," the Admiral said thoughtfully, "There could be one small thing...  I
just found the lovely girl I married and almost lost."  He turned to Betty and
they kissed lovingly.  Once again, the Admiral's hand slid inside his wife's
blouse and cupped her firm breast gently.  While she returned the kiss, she
placed her hand over his to keep it in its cupped position.

"Dad!" Ken almost screamed, "Look where your hand is!"

They ended their kiss with some reluctance and the two looked down.  "Ken, I
thought your eyesight was better than that.  My hand is cupping your mother's
breast.  It's full, soft yet firm, and her nipple engorges in an instant every
time.  Now where in hell did you think my hand was?"

Ken glanced to his left and realized that Kathy was convulsed with laughter,
and almost choking in the attempt to avoid making a sound.  "Katherine Smith,
what is going on here?"

"I thought it was pretty obvious, son," his father replied, "While you were
steaming around in circles, Kathy has been saving a marriage: ours.  Which
reminds me, when are you two going to get married?"

Ken felt the floor drop away beneath him as he heard his father's
straightforward question.  He looked down at the floor and said nothing.
Betty was looking directly at Kathy and saw her go white as a sheet,
apparently with fear!  Betty whispered quickly in her husband's ear.  He
quickly nodded, got up and went over to Kathy.  "Come on, young lady.  I want
to talk to you, alone."

He led her into his study.  After carefully closing the door he seated her in
a maple captain's chair across from his desk and poured a large glass of
cognac for her and a small one for himself.  He gave her the glass and took
his seat behind his desk.  Kathy looked at him in near-terror.  "It seems I
said something I should not have.  I jumped to a conclusion which is a very
dangerous practice for an admiral.  Let's start simply.  Do you believe Ken
loves you?"

She answered in a very small voice, "Yes, sir."

"But you don't love him, is that it?"

Suddenly, it was as if the main burners under a ship's boiler all ignited at
once.  The look of fear suddenly disappeared.  She jerked herself up straight
in the chair and looked directly at the Admiral.  "Admiral, I love Ken Stark
more than life itself.  Anything he asks of me -- if it's in my power to do --
I will do."  She laughed bitterly "The language is inadequate.  Love is a
simple word.  It is overused and abused, and it's totally inadequate to
express my feelings.  'Adore'...  'Worship' perhaps get closer.  But I think
you understand."

"Are you married, Kathy?"

"No, sir.  I have never married."

"Well, you know that Ken is free to marry you.  You did that yourself.  Kathy,
I'm stumped.  Before I forget, though, thank you for saving my marriage.  It's
clear we owe you more than we can ever repay.  But from what I know of you,
that just puts us at the end of a very long line of people who Kathy Smith has
helped.  Betty told me some of what you said to her.  Your lovemaking is
passionate, frequent and good, so that's out...  Kathy, what are you hiding?"

Kathy looked into the piercing gray eyes regarding her.  The Admiral was
sitting erect.  'He is a very handsome man.  Ken will resemble him when he
reaches his age,' she thought.  His hair was prematurely gray and looked very
distinguished.  She suddenly realized that his eyes were kind.  He was trying
to help.  "I cannot marry Ken, Admiral."  she said quietly.

"You are a brilliant, highly-educated young woman.  So I will take the answer
literally.  'Cannot' as being 'not being able to.'  Why are you unable to
marry him?"

Her eyes were fixed on his.  She was sitting as if at attention.  He admired
her posture.  "Because, Admiral, Ken has been married to one prostitute
already.  He scarcely needs another."  Tears started to flow down her cheeks.
She ignored them and continued to look directly into the Admiral's eyes.

"I know you are not a prostitute now.  That means you were a prostitute before
you met Ken.  When was that?"  His voice was very quiet and matter-of-fact but
he was being torn up inside watching this lovely girl enduring unbelievable
torture.  The tears were flowing unchecked down her cheeks, yet she made no
move to wipe them away.

"I was a prostitute until I was eighteen years old.  I spent my time in the
whore house naked.  I am still nude whenever I can be.  It's partially because
I like it and, I think, partially to remind me who I was.  Admiral, I have no
pubic hair.  Since I also have no shame, I would show you now.  I pulled it
out, hair by hair, years ago as a hygiene measure.  Like the nudity, I'm now
used to it.  But like the nudity, it, too, reminds me of who I was."

"How many people know that you prostituted your body for a living?"

Kathy was stunned.  She had told the Admiral she was a prostitute and there
was no reaction.  It was as if she said she liked the color red.  It was a
fact to him, nothing more.  "There are two: my lawyer and the madam."

"You were a prostitute.  Is there any other impediment to marrying Ken?"

"Yes, there is, Admiral.  I cannot bear his children.  He's going to father
strong children.  You and Betty deserve grandchildren.  I cannot have any.
I'm sorry."  The tears continued to flow.  The Admiral could see that her eyes
were so misted with tears she could not possibly see him, yet her head
remained erect and she continued to look at him.

"I'll ask the question again.  Why won't you marry Ken?"

Anger was replacing sorrow.  "Admiral, I'm shocked!  That is the first
ungentlemanly thing I have ever seen you do or say.  If it would do any good,
I would prostitute myself for you right now, so you wouldn't tell Ken.  Deep
down, I knew this was too good to last.  Ken will find a girl who comes from a
fine background -- I have no background, by the way -- who can give him the
children I know he wants and deserves.  Sometimes I allow myself to dream that
I could remain his mistress... his wife's maid... anything to remain with him.
I do everything imaginable to keep his eyes on me and away from all the other
girls who could do so much more for him."  She looked fierce.  "Admiral, your
question is unworthy of you.  The idea of a man like your son marrying a
prostitute is absurd!"

Suddenly the Admiral's voice changed.  It picked up the command presence that
is a trademark of a person experienced in command, and Sam Stark was certainly
experienced.  "Now you listen to me, young lady!  What right do you have to
ruin my son's life!  I thought you said you loved him 'more than life
itself?'"

Kathy was shocked.  'What was he saying?  Surely after what she had said he
could see it was impossible.'  "But I *do* love him!" she protested.

"Then you're a bigger fool than I would have dreamed possible!  Look at you!
You say you grew up as a prostitute.  Where did you go to school?"

"I didn't, sir, until I went to Hillsdale Academy as a Junior."

"How did you get in?  Cheat?"

"No, sir.  I took an admissions test."

"What did you do then?"

"I went to Yale, sir."

"How?"

"How?  I'm sorry, sir.  I don't understand the question.

"How did you get into Yale?"

"Oh!  My Hillsdale record, my SAT's and my achievement tests."

"Which were?"

"Straight 'A's' at Hillsdale.  My SAT's were 800 and 790, verbal and math.  My
achievements were 800's."

"How many men have you had since you stopped prostituting yourself?  Besides
Ken, I mean."

"None, sir."

"No one at all?  At Yale, at Law School, any time since then?  None?

"No, sir.  None."

"That's enough Kathy.  You've made my point.  My son is the luckiest man on
the face of this earth.  There is a girl, a prostitute no less, who never went
to school.  Yet she achieves a level of academic performance that few can
dream of.  She achieves more in one year fighting violent crime than has been
achieved in this century.  She demonstrates a willingness to risk her life and
sacrifice her career for others.  A girl who defines selflessness.  A girl who
has a body that few can imagine, and a near-infinite capacity to love and be
loved.  Against this, she cannot have children.  Big stinking deal!  Now,
Kathy, let's take it again from the top.  Will you marry my son?"

The tears had stopped, but the tear streaks remained.  She still had made no
move to wipe her eyes, when she heard the Admiral's words.  Her eyes had
cleared now, so she could study his face.  He was still looking directly at
her with eyes now warm with love, waiting for an answer.  Slowly the truth
dawned on her, and her face started to brighten.  "Admiral, you're saying that
I'm one of the world's greatest fools?  My God!  I'm not a whore, am I?  I
was, but that was years ago.  I haven't been with a man before Ken since I
left the house.  And all this time...  Do you really think he would have me?"
she asked with a note of hope in her voice.

"Let's see.  Kathy, I would like to ask my wife to join us, as well as my son.
I know she has some thoughts.  Before I ask them, though, I want to say that
you are the bravest person I have ever met.  Kathy, that inquisition was
tearing my guts out.  I was only *asking* the questions.  You must have been
destroyed inside, but you never flinched or even looked away.  I could see the
tears in your eyes to a degree that must have blinded you, yet you continued
to look at me.  Young lady, you were sitting in a position of attention and
never moved.  I want you to know that I've never been as proud of anyone,
ever, as I am of you right now.  I have never seen such a display of personal
courage in my life!  Now please remain seated.  I'll be right back."

Moments later he was back with Betty and Ken in tow.  "Ken, I learned some
things from Kathy that she wants you to know.  First, she was a prostitute
until she was eighteen.  Apparently, she did not like men very much, because
the next man she was with was you.  Secondly, she does not believe that she
can have children, so she is unworthy of marrying you.  What do you think?"

"Kathy, this is true, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ken, it is."  Kathy was still sitting at attention with her head high.
Once more, tears appeared in her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me about your background, Kathy?"

"Because I was too selfish.  I couldn't bear to give you up, and I knew you'd
leave me if you knew.  I apologize for hiding this from you.  I only hope you
can find it in your heart to forgive me.  Of course, it's impossible anyway
because of my defect.  You couldn't possibly want me as your wife."

"Defect!?  Defect, she says.  Young lady, the only thing defective around here
today is the way your brain is working -- or, more accurately, not working."
Ken was angry.  "Dad, there are some things you don't know, but should, I
think.  I'm sure they'll come as no surprise to you, though.  Since I've met
Kathy, through her I've met some truly wonderful people.  They're very
different, one from the other, but they share one thing in common: They
worship the ground that Kathy Smith walks on.  I've had several extraordinary
women tell me the same thing: She's the very best there is.  She is the
heroine of the organized law enforcement agencies in this state, and beyond.
They love her!  But Dad, I also know that she is respected -- yes, and loved
-- by the Mafia, for God's sake.  Dad, I don't think they're wrong, I think
she is!  Mom, what do you think of Kathy?"

"I'm glad you asked, Ken.  Kathy, I consider your behavior today to be
deplorable!"  Kathy still did not move, nor make any effort to defend herself,
yet her eyes showed the deep hurt she was feeling.  Betty continued.  "I went
to your apartment.  Sam knows some of it, Ken knows none of it, but you and I,
Kathy, know all of it.  Did you or did you not tell me that you loved my son
more than life itself?"

"Yes, ma'am, I did."

"Were you lying or telling the truth when you said you came to orgasm the day
before Ken sailed over fifty times?  And he came about fifteen or so?"

"It was the truth to the best of my belief, ma'am."

"Did you save my marriage, Kathy?"

"No, ma'am, I certainly did not!"  Kathy's eyes blazed as she added, "You did
it all, and you did it all by yourself.  I did nothing!"

"Sam," Betty Stark asked, "Do you believe this young woman?  Do you really
believe that I could have done anything without her?  Do you think I would
have known the joy of giving if I hadn't heard her describe her relationship
with our son?  Do you?"

"I believe you both.  Kathy, when she says that the work was yours, and the
changes were those you made in yourself.  You, dear, when you describe the
inspiration she provided, a sense of direction to move in and the confidence
she instilled in you to make it work."  Sam took his wife in his arms and
kissed her tenderly.

Meanwhile, Ken was looking at Kathy and said softly, "Honey, do you remember
the promise you made when I asked you the last time?"

He looked in her eyes which were now filled with love and hope as she said
very quietly, "Ken, ask your question.  Please?"

"Kathy, will you marry me?  Please?"  With a cry of pure joy, Kathy leaped out
of the chair and into Ken's arms.  She kissed him with the passion that came
from the knowledge that she had almost lost him through her own blindness and
then gained him back.  Ken hugged his bride-to- be.

While the Admiral went out to the kitchen, Betty kissed her and wished her
every happiness.  "Kathy, I couldn't hope for a more perfect daughter-in-law.
Will you be the daughter I never had?"

"Yes, Mom, I'll try!"

The Admiral came back juggling a bottle of Dom Pérignon, '75, and four
glasses.  He carefully put them down on the desk, gathered Kathy into his arms
and held her.  "I'm sorry for what I did to you, Kathy.  But the outcome made
it worthwhile."  Kathy had her head buried in his shoulder and was crying.  He
lifted her chin and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.  He realized that he
was seeing tears of joy, and kissed her.  "Hi, daughter!" he said.

The toast was offered and drunk.

"Ken, would you just hold me, please?" Kathy asked softly.  He took her in his
arms.  He sensed that she didn't want to be kissed, just reassured.  She held
him tightly, and then moved her head back to look at him.  Very softly she
said, "This is forever.  Are you really sure?  It's not too late.  I'm spoiled
goods, you know?"  She tried a weak little smile.  "There's no 90-day warranty
for parts and labor."

"Kathy, you're perfect!  You've just made me the happiest man alive.  I want
you to know that," he replied softly, ignoring her attempt to joke.

The four went out to the kitchen and sat in the cozy breakfast area.  Betty
had prepared salads, and she was glad she had.  After the emotion of the last
hour they just sat and looked at their food.  Finally, Betty asked, "When
would you like the wedding, Kathy, and who's going to be in it?  And Kathy?
Even in your present condition, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,
but wouldn't you feel better if you washed your face?"

Kathy looked up, startled, and muttered, "Oh, my God!"  Ken got up to show her
where to go.

Betty looked at Sam with deep affection.  "Sam, I would not have believed it
if I hadn't seen it.  At her apartment I broke down at the thought of losing
you.  I looked like... like... like a horror.  With the tears streaking her
face Kathy is still lovely!  She'll do, Sam!  She really will!"

"Betty, that was the worst hour of my life!  I could have destroyed that girl.
For a moment, I'm sure she was contemplating suicide.  But she never flinched.
I was destroying...  No!  Much worse!  I was making her destroy herself...
her happiness, all her hopes.  She sat there at attention -- attention, mind
you -- looking straight at me.  She should have dissolved in tears, or at
least turned away.  She didn't."  He took his wife's hand.  "I don't know who
it hurt worse:  Kathy, who went through it, or me for having to watch.  God,
Bets, I think the outcome made it worthwhile, but never again!  Please, God,
never again!"

He continued to hold his wife's hand, and she gave him a gentle squeeze.  She
said softly, "Thank you, Sam!"

When Kathy returned, she looked brighter and happier than they had ever seen
her, and she was still holding Ken's hand.  "Admiral -- Dad?  -- I just
realized I need to call Norfolk.  May I use your phone?  I have some money
here..."

"Katherine Smith!" bellowed the Admiral in a tone that had made flag officers
cringe in fear.  "What do you think this is?  I have never been so insulted in
my life!  Military pay may not be the greatest, but I don't care if you're
calling China!  Put your damned money away and get out of here!"  Kathy had
jumped when he shouted, but ended up grinning.  She winked at him as she went
back to his study to make her call.  "Son," Sam said, "that's Kathy!  She does
everything for others, but expects nothing for herself.  You know, don't you,
that it never occurred to her *not* to pay?  I don't know what you've done to
be so lucky!"

* * *

Kathy immediately called Jane Ferguson.  "Jane, I'm going to be married!" she
said without preamble.

She jerked the phone from her ear as Jane shrieked.  "Oh, Baby!  I'm so happy!
Kathy, words fail me.  I've been praying and praying and it's finally come
true!"  She heard Jane tell Bob about the impending marriage; he had come
running to the room in response to Jane's initial shriek.  "Honey, Bob wants
to say hello.  And from the look in his eye, I think I'm wanted somewhere
else.  I'll talk to you in a bit.  Here he is."

"Kathy, that's wonderful news!  Ken is a fine young man, and I'm sure he'll
make you very happy.  Congratulations!"

Kathy was shaken by Bob's words.  'He'll make *me* happy?'  The idea had never
occurred to her.

"Honey, Sam would be so happy!  By the way, where are you, anyway?"  She told
him.  "What did they say?" he asked.

"Say about what?" Kathy asked, puzzled.

"About your background."

"They didn't say anything, except...  How did you know I told them?"

Bob said very quietly, "Because you're Kathy.  Sweetheart, I'm so happy for
you.  You've been tearing me up inside, you know.  It's been so obvious to me
for so long that Ken desperately wanted to marry you.  I knew it had to be
you, not him.  I also knew that if he was half the man I thought he was he
wouldn't blink.  He didn't, did he?"

"No, Bob, he didn't.  Neither did his father who I told first, nor his mother.
Bob, they were so kind!"

"Not kind, Kathy.  Smart!  They know how lucky Ken is to get you.  They didn't
want to let you get away.  But Kathy, what are your wedding plans?  And may I
please give the bride in marriage?  I know Ken's ship is due to sail soon so
you will want to get married quickly.  Where is it going to be, and when?"

"I don't know, Bob!  I haven't let myself even *think* we could ever marry.  I
haven't thought about it."

"How about the cathedral, in three weeks?  How does that sound?"

"That's impossible, Bob.  There's no way a cathedral wedding could be
scheduled that fast.  It's booked years ahead!"

"You're right.  And it's scheduled for you two for three weeks from today at
one o'clock.  The Bishop asks if you would allow him to preside."

"Bob Ferguson!  Have you lost your mind!?  I'm serious!  There's a lot to do
and you tell jokes, for chrissakes!"

"No joke, Kathy.  Jane has been making calls on the other phone.  You know how
organized she is!  And if you don't get your little ass back here in a hurry,
you won't even have a chance to pick out your own dress!  Jane knows you
better than you think, Kathy.  She knows...  Wait!  She doesn't know exactly,
but she believed, as I did, that you were the impediment, not Ken.  So she's
been making the advance arrangements for months.  God!  If I try one more
piece of wedding cake..."

"What *are* you talking about?" she interrupted.

"I'm really being serious, Hon.  Jane knows you.  She prayed that you would
come to your senses and marry the poor guy.  But she knows that Ken is
shipping out soon so there would have to be a quick wedding.  She couldn't see
you sitting around for months once you accepted his proposal.  Most important,
Kathy, she knew you wouldn't allow yourself even to *dream* of getting mar
ried, so she's been doing the dreaming for you.  And I was serious about the
cake, by the way.  She's been going to every damned wedding-cake baker in
Virginia getting samples.  It sounds like we're teasing you, Honey, but really
we're not!  One more thing.  Do you remember years ago when I read you Sam's
will?  I said there were 'a couple of other points' that didn't matter?  Well,
one of them matters now.  There's $1 million set aside.  Sam knew he wouldn't
be here, but...  The bride's family customarily pays for the wedding.  Kathy,
he's paying.  It can be used for anything related to the wedding or honeymoon,
but that's all.  And Kathy, I have a very special favor to ask: Would you
consider asking Jane to be your matron of honor?"

"Oh, Bob!  While you were talking, I was kicking myself for not asking her
when I told her...  But...  But...  There wasn't a wedding for her to be in!
May I ask her now, please?"

Jane picked up the phone.  "I accept!" she said.

"Accept what?  I was going to ask you to please consent to be my matron of
honor.  It would do me a great honor if you would."

"Honey," Jane replied softly, the usual joking quality now missing from her
voice, "That's what I accepted.  Thank you so much!"  Her voice changed, "Now
get your ass back to Norfolk!  I can't do this all by myself!"

"Thank you, Jane," Kathy said softly, "for everything!"

Kathy had a bemused expression on her face when she returned to the breakfast
nook.  "Ken, it seems we're going to be married in the Cathedral in Norfolk in
three weeks.  The bishop is presiding."  She smiled.  "It seems, Ken, everyone
knew we were going to get married except me.  Jane has organized the whole
thing.  She told me to 'get my ass back to Norfolk,' right now.  Do you
suppose there's time for a cup of coffee first?  And I do want to talk with
your folks about the guest list and stuff."

* * *

Kathy was lying in bed the next morning when Ken came in with the Sunday
paper.  With studied casualness he commented, "There's a small note on the
front page, Kathy, you may be interested in."  He passed her the paper and
grinned as her eyes suddenly widened.  Below the fold was a small box
headlined, "Kathy Smith to Wed."  The small front-page story was datelined
Norfolk.  It gave the information, including the date, time and location of
the cere mony.  It ended with a reference to the first page of the society
section.  Ken thought she looked cute scrambling across the bed with her bare
ass in the air to get the society section.

There on the society front page was a two-column photo of Kathy followed by a
lengthy story detailing her career and the background of her intended.  The
photo was a beautiful smiling picture of her she had never seen before.  Ken
had never seen it, either.  He left the room, while she slowly reread the
story.  When he returned, he was smiling and shaking his head.

"I should have guessed!  I called the paper.  It seems they received the story
from Jane, represent ing Bob's office and then they amplified the story from
their own file on you.  It's a rather exten sive one, I gather.  However, the
story didn't come with a picture, and Jane couldn't provide them with one.  It
seems you are considered by the experts -- the photographers -- to be the most
beautiful girl in Norfolk.  One of their guys has shot rolls of film of you.
The photo that appears is his favorite.  You see his credit line beneath it.
But he was afraid you wouldn't like it.  It still doesn't do you full justice,
he says, but he's so happy he's sending over a stack of studio prints.  His
wedding gift to you, he says.  Another in the vast Kathy Smith Fan Club."

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