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Scout's Honor
Chapter 4
By theGreatxIam


THE STORY SO FAR: A childless couple devotes themselves to a Girl Scout troop. The wife dies in childbirth; the surviving child dies soon after. The husband goes into a funk, relieved only when the couple's old troop asks him to drive the bus for its last camping trip. But the trip takes a surprising turn when the young women reveal their plot to reignite his sex life. After a day filled with sex, he finds two more girls in his tent the next morning.




I goggled at Sue and Sue Two. They giggled at me. Their perky tits jiggled.

It was a heck of a way to start the day.

Sue held the overnight kit in her lap. It was the only thing covering her up. "We really did think of everything," the 17-year-old said, opening the boxy brown bag. "Toothpaste, toothbrush, comb, razor ..."

Sue Two, who didn't even have the bag to cover her bronzed body, reached in and plucked out some stuff. "Come on," she said. "Time to get you ready for the day."

At just over five feet tall, they were both short enough to stand up straight in the tent. I had to crouch, though, so I was doing a Groucho when I turned to duck out. That gave the girls an opening to grab my ass, which they did so exuberantly that I yelped and shot out outside. I turned quickly but the girls had already slipped out of the tent. They split off in opposite directions when I lunged forward.

I couldn't have caught either one of them in a fair race, but while Sue Two sped off to the left immediately, Sue hesitated for a second. I was able to nab her in a standing tackle and lift her off her feet. With both arms around her waist, I toted her wriggling, naked body over to the big logs that formed a seating area around the doused campfire. Her ponytail came undone as we wrestled and her hair hung down, almost brushing the ground.

Sue was a real handful; all those years of cheerleading had put muscle on her petite frame. But she was laughing too hard to put up much of a tussle as I sat down on a log and plopped her onto my lap, tight white ass pointing to the sky. My cock stiffened and poked up between her legs, and I couldn't resist reaching down to squeeze one of her pointy breasts and run my hand over her silky back, letting her long, blonde hair sift through my fingers. Her laughter eased off and she shifted around a bit, rubbing my dick against her cunt lips.

"You won't escape punishment that easy," I said with a grin as I cupped one of her bare butt cheeks in my hand. Up went my arm, and down it flew. Sue turned her head around and looked at me with mock horror. My hand shot down toward her ass -- and screeched to a halt, hovering just above the pink flesh, before I eased down the rest of the way and caressed. She pushed her ass down, grinding her crotch into my lap.

I went through the shtick again. But that time, besides caressing her tight butt I slipped a finger down the crack and into her pussy, which was already juicy.

Sue's head shot up. "Hey! Who said you could go in there?" She said it with a pout -- but she pressed against my finger, sinking it in deeper.

I took that as a "yes" and began finger-fucking her tight young cunt. She quickly flooded my hand with slippery fluids that smeared all over the insides of her thighs, which were clutching my rigid dick.

Meanwhile my other hand was roaming over the slopes and planes of her trim upper body. When I brushed my fingers over her soft cheek she grabbed them and tugged my hand toward her bee-stung lips. One by one, she sucked my fingers into her mouth. Long, slow journeys, lips puckered as if she were getting the last dregs of a milkshake through a straw. I can't explain the anatomical wiring that does it, but each time she sucked in a finger and slowly released it, the sensation was echoed in my cock.

We were happily engaged when Sue Two reappeared, expressing exasperation at us for letting her run off while we found other occupations. She pressed her body to my back as she chided us, her round, softball-sized breasts cushioning my neck and her hands exploring my chest.

She still had the toothbrush and other stuff in her hands, but she dropped them to the ground as she splayed her fingers out and ran them up and down my torso. Her tongue sizzled on my neck and into my ear. With Sue writhing on my lap and Sue Two slithering against my back, I was the meat in a girl sandwich and loving every second of it.

But my ass was getting rubbed raw by the rough log underneath me, so I suggested we shift to a more comfortable location. A good idea, but the girls were too horny to walk all the way to the tent to grab a blanket -- all of 10 feet. So we just rolled off onto the grass.

I was on my back. Sue Two, on my right, was on her side, nibbling on my neck, her breasts warm against my arm, a leg curled around mine. Sue was flipped around on my left, holding my cock in both hands and rubbing it against her face.

My right arm was curled around Sue Two, holding her close -- and pressing her warm flesh to mine. It was a bit nippy down there in the dew. My left hand was toying with Sue's cunt, running through her curly bush, teasing her by fluttering just to the sides of her slit. I stared up into a clear blue sky, breathed in fresh air by the barrel and reveled in the moment.

There was little that could make the scene better. Well, one or two things. And one of them arrived when I felt Sue's hot breath on my dick.

I lifted my head and saw the teenager contemplating my rod as if it were an exotic sculpture, eyeballing it from this angle and that. Her lips were parted, and the tip of her pink tongue would pop out like a snake and run across them, leaving a glistening trail.

Sue Two was whispering in my ear. "Do you like what you see?"

I smiled and winked at her.

"No," she said, "you have to say it."

I looked at her sideways. What had happened to the giggling girls of a little while ago? Sue Two had the carefully composed face of an amateur thespian. But she couldn't repress the twinkle in her brown eyes. I didn't have the script she was working off of, but I decided to play along.

Of course, influencing my decision was the sight of Sue hovering over my cock, eyes the color of the late afternoon sky wide open and looking up at me.

"I like it," I said hoarsely.

Sue Two's voice was in my ear again. "Does Sue look pretty?"

"She's beautiful."

Down there, Sue placed a kiss directly on the head of my cock. I groaned in desire -- and that wasn't acting.

"What do you want her to do?"

I only whimpered as Sue opened her lips wide and lowered her mouth, but carefully avoided all contact as the tip of my dick disappeared from view.

"Remember, you have to say it. What do you want?"

"I want ..." Even after all that had happened, I found it hard to say such words in front of girls I'd watched grow up. But Sue looked so sexy, and I needed it so much. "I want her to suck my cock."

Sue's lips closed on my shaft like a vise. Her tongue went to work on the spongy head, swirling around it and poking into the tiny hole at the tip. I was already leaking precum, and she licked it up and spread it all over the engorged helmet.

Sue Two cuddled closer. Her cunt leaked fluids onto my hip. Her breath tickled the side of my face. "Is it good?"

My answer came out as a sigh: "Yes."

"Louder, compadre. Say it so she can hear."

"Yes," I spoke up. "It's good. Oh, so good!"

"Now, tell her everything you want her to do to you."

Sue had maybe a third of my cock in her mouth, suckling gently as a baby at the breast, which felt damn good to me. But the girls wanted to do it their way, and I had to admit it was incredibly arousing. "Lick it," I said. "Lick it like a popsicle."

Sue's tongue lapped at my dick.

"Keep going," came the voice at my ear. "She'll do whatever you say."

"I ..." I swallowed hard. "I want you to ... lick my balls ... while you give me a hand job."

Sue's soft hand encircled my rod. She lifted it and jerked me off, slowly, while the tip of her tongue danced on my nuts.

"Mmm, that looks so sexy. Don't you think so?"

"So ... so fucking hot," I agreed. "Now ..." My brain was swimming in passion. I could barely see straight, let alone think. But I marshalled some gray cells. "Now I want you to put my cock between your tits."

Sue smiled and stretched her body like a cat in a sunbeam. My hand reluctantly let go of her cunt as she shifted to lie on her stomach between my legs. Crawling forward, her conical breasts surrounded my dick. She squeezed her arms to her sides, making her tits compress around my shaft like a bun on a hot dog. She didn't have the chest to smother my dick, but just the sight of my rod sliding between Sue's boobs was reward enough. When she let my cock slide far enough for her to lick it, strands of my goo trailing behind like a spider's silk as it slid back, I almost lost it right there.

Sue Two must have realized how close to the edge I was. "Are you ready? Do you want to come in her mouth? Tell her. Tell her what you want."

"Suck me," I said, my voice so loud it surprised me. "Suck me off. I ... I want you to ..."

"You want her to swallow."

"Yes."

Sue's eyes were shining as she crawled backward and took my cock into her mouth again. She looked up at me one more time, doe-eyed, brushed the hair from her face and bent to her task. Her small hands held me up as she gave my cock the full treatment, making my eyes roll back in my head as I was overcome. Down, down she went until I could feel my dick hitting the back of her mouth. Agonizingly slowly she came up, lips tight to the shaft. Again and again until I thought my heart would burst if I didn't get release.

And then I did burst, not my heart but a cruder organ. "I'm almost ... almost ... Aaaaah, here it comes! Take it, take it all!" And Sue did, letting me fill her mouth with a torrent of jism as I roared in delight.

She held me in her mouth while I pumped dry, held me until the slightest contact of her lips on my suddenly super-sensitive cock sent off sparks and I begged her to release me. Every muscle in me relaxed -- well, all but those bafflingly keeping me erect -- and I was a happy wet noodle.

Sue still had energy, though. She snaked up my body and stopped when she was even with Sue Two, a pair of naked nymph bookends with me in the middle. Across my chest they reached out to each other, hands tenderly exploring, tracing their similarities and differences. Sue swept her hand over and under the generous slopes of her best friend's breasts. Sue Two's long purple fingernails -- they matched the glossy border of her dark lips -- brushed the brown, dimpled circles and the long nipples at the center of Sue's more modest tits. Sue's arms broke out in goose pimples. Their legs wrestled together across my waist. Gradually they drew closer, their lithe bodies edging across mine, young breasts pressed to me. Draped over me, they gazed into each other's eyes. Their lips parted, they kissed, Sue Two plunging her tongue into her friend's mouth, tasting my cum.

In my scrapbook of erotic memories, that occupies a special place. Sue's peaches-and-cream complexion and classic girl-next-door looks were the yin to Sue Two's yang, her angular face, skin the color of a Rio sunset. To watch these opposites attracting, mouths hungrily pressed together, was stunning enough. To have it occur right in my face, with their bodies pressing my flesh, pushed it to the next level. But what could top the knowledge that it was my seed they were sharing?

As they kissed, their hands roamed each other. Sue stretched down to Sue Two's thigh; her friend did the same in mirror image. Their hands drifted down, to their secret spots. They touched. They moaned into each other's mouths. As they mutually massaged their cunts, the backs of their hands brushed my rigid cock and I joined their moans. They interrupted their pleasurings to grope me, and soon were alternating between cunts and cock.

Then their faces turned to me, two pairs of liquid eyes, two sets of trembling lips. "You go first," Sue whispered, and her friend lowered her head. I kissed her, tasting the lingering flavor of myself. Our lips pressed together, drew away, approached again like soap bubbles floating around each other in the summer breeze, finally meeting and melding. We joined, became one.

But Sue Two suddenly pulled back, jerking her hand from Sue's pussy and drawing it to her own face. "Scratchy," she said, pointing a purple fingernail at my cheek. Sue joined her in giggles, brushing her own hand over my chin. "We'll have to fix that," they said in sloppy unison.

As quick as that, they were a pair of teenagers again, laughing, unaware of their sensuality, giddy and girlish. It was as if they hadn't quite grown into their womanly bodies and the traces of adolescence inside sometimes slipped out. As they scrambled off me and gathered up shaving supplies scattered on the ground near the log, I watched their naked glory but I saw the girls inside, too. Memories returned, of Sue and Sue Two, always inseparable, diving into a cosmetics bag, trying out lipsticks and rouges on each other. Rushing into a Scout meeting, out of breath, talking so fast their words tumbled together into in incoherent salad until one message emerged: They had made the cheerleading squad! Walking proudly into the next meeting in their blue and gold pleated skirts and sweaters, Jean bending the rules over the objections of a mom. "The book only says they have to come in uniform," she said. "It doesn't say what kind of uniform." Actually, it did, but the girls cheered Jean's loony loophole and she won the argument by acclamation.

Well, there, it had happened. One thought leading to another like beads on a string and I was back to Jean and the life I once knew. The old, familiar gray fog settled upon my brain. The twisted nature of the situation seeped into my conscience. The duo walking toward me were not two sexy, eager women; they were girls I was supposed to be responsible for, girls my wife had trusted me with. Guilt rained down on me like a monsoon.

I said nothing, but the girls stopped halfway to me, staring. Perhaps they saw it in my eyes -- or in other parts. Thoughts of Jean had scrubbed the sexuality from my mind and from my body. Yet I did not try to cover myself, for there was no room in my head for shame, and I did not resist when they dragged me to a washbasin, for the black dog of depression had kidnapped my initiative.

It's a measure of how deep my grief was, I think, that it could be so strong, so suddenly. But it's a measure of how determined all the girls were, too, that they didn't just surrender.

I was vaguely aware of the camp stirring as I was led to the basin, which sat on a table underneath a mirror hung from a tree branch. Girls and women in various stages of dress were scattered about. They began to drift toward me. They approached alone or in pairs, forming a rough circle perhaps a dozen feet around me. I expected pity in their eyes, but instead I saw compassion. That's when I looked down and saw my own nakedness, and I was ashamed. I looked for a gap in the circle around me and saw none, so I stumbled blindly out.

Traci, in pink panties and a cropped T-shirt that said "Carp Diem" above a calendar page filled with fish, stepped forward to stop me. Her eyes were bright and there was a broad smile on her face, her mood so infectious that even in my condition I found my mouth twisting into a crooked grin. Still I fought to keep my spirits down, sidestepping to get past her. She stepped with me and we did the sidewalk waltz, side to side jockeying. I got exasperated; someone behind me laughed.

I whirled around to see who it was and a hand smacked me on the ass. I whirled back; Traci was standing with arms crossed, looking innocent as a lamb. As I glared at her, she stood stone-faced -- and then a tiny snort escaped and she dissolved in giggles. Before I knew it, Sue and Sue Two had snuck up behind me, a fact I became aware of only when they doused me with a basin full of cold water. That shocked out the last of my dismay. I wasn't depressed. I was just pissed.

Looking back, I can see that episode for what it was -- a catharsis, one last burst of gloom before I let go of those old feelings. And I realize that Traci somehow did just the right thing -- refusing to allow me to escape back to the past.

At the time, though, my mind was on less lofty things, like revenge for getting soaked. I spied a bucket of water next to where Carrie was sitting and I lunged for it. She snatched it away, scrambling to her feet and running off several feet, halting with a thin tree between her and me. As I started to move toward her I stepped on something hard. I looked down and picked up a thin, bare branch about three feet long. Turning toward the Sues, who had retreated a few yards, I swished the switch experimentally as I raised my eyebrows.

Sue took off shrieking. Sue Two turned to run but bonked into a tree she'd forgotten was behind her. I advanced, flicking the branch back and forth. Sue Two turned again, backing up against the tree, holding the empty basin in front of her like a shield.

The rest of the campers gathered round again, clapping rhythmically, as I closed in. Step by step, swish, swish, I got nearer and nearer. The others chanted: "Spanking! Spanking!" The switch was just inches from the basin. Sue Two's eyes grew wide. Swish. Swish.

With a yelp, Sue Two flung the basin aside and made a run for it. I dropped the switch and took off after her. Suddenly Lana appeared in her path, holding out her arms like a basketball player. Sue Two slid to a halt. I caught her from behind in a bear hug. The other girls cheered.

Sue Two squirmed only a little, but that was enough to resurrect my cock, nestled between her butt cheeks. In fact, it poked her right in her puckered little bunghole, which made her leap forward as if she'd been stung. I grabbed her again, this time keeping my cock out of her ass, and nuzzled her neck.

"Ow! Still scratchy!" She flinched. "We have to take care of that!"

Soon, with water warmed up over a fire the girls had relit -- clucking at me for having doused the original -- Sue Two had splashed my face and lathered me up. Slapping away my efforts to do it myself, she plunked me down on a log and carefully shaved me. Sue acted as her second, towel-bearer and teasing critic.

To be fair, Sue Two did a very good job. Better than I could; I'd abandoned the razor for an electric shaver years ago. She had a delicate but steady touch. And she was a perfectionist. When she wiped off the last dabs of shaving cream and discovered some errant patches of stubble still hiding underneath, she squirted a burst of foam into her hand and rubbed it gently onto my face to shave off the last bits. When she was done and I was towelled off again, she held my chin and swung it back and forth, tilting her head back and inspecting her handiwork from every angle.

I gave her a sideways glance. "I feel like a kumquat at the fruit market," I said.

"More like a wrinkled prune," she said, brushing the back of her hand against my cheek.

My eyes narrowed, which I fear only deepened one already pronounced furrow in my forehead. "Prune, huh?"

Sue Two smiled. "Well, OK, a plum."

I nodded, accepting the change. "And I believe, now that I am a freshly shaved plum, I'm going to kiss a little peach."

She put her nose in the air. "Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. I haven't decided yet if I'll let you."

"Oh, yeah?" That's me, master of the snappy comeback.

"Yes," she said with a saucy flip of her dark locks. "You've been naughty today. Maybe you don't deserve a kiss."

"Oh, no?" You can see I was really on a roll with the witty repartee. "We'll see about that!"

"Maybe we will and maybe we -- Hey!"

A wavy stream of shaving cream bisected her torso. I grinned and held the can at my hip. "Give up?"

"No!" Another stripe of white foam shot from her belly button to her left nipple. She diverted the rest of the spray with an outflung hand.

I lowered the can, feinted upward, and sent a long jet right into her navel. Sue Two knocked the shaving cream from my hand with a perfect kick -- darn those cheerleaders -- and grabbed for me. She slipped on some foam that had hit the ground and clutched my arms, dragging me down with her as she tumbled. We ended up in a pile of arms and legs, with Sue standing over us shaking her head. "You kids clean up," she said, dropping a towel onto us. "I have work to do." She turned on her heel, wiggled her ass at us and walked away.

The shaving cream had smeared all over Sue Two, and the lump I'd sprayed into her navel had dripped down toward her crotch. I started to wipe her down, but halfway across her flat stomach she grabbed my hand.

"Wait," she said. "This gives me an idea." She got to her knees and made her way to where Sue had left the basin. She dipped a finger in. "Still warm," she said. "Come on! Come over here!"

As I crawled to her, Sue Two got on her back, stretching out her naked body in the morning sun. She handed me the razor. I stared at it. At her. At the razor. At her.

"Not my face," she said with a wink. "Down there."

I followed her pointing finger to the patch of curly black hair just above her cunt. And gulped. "I'm not sure ..."

"Oh, come on. I'm not asking you to shape it into a heart or something. Just shave it all off. I did shave you. Pretty please?"

"But if I cut you ..."

"Then you better be careful." She ran her fingers through her bush. "I'll make it worth your while," she said in a sing-song voice. "I'll give you a present." Just in case I was too dense to get the idea, she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips.

Of course, I melted.

If I really was going to do it, I was going to take every precaution. Rejecting the water at hand, already lukewarm, I ran to the fire and got a mug of boiling water from a pot that was on for breakfast preparations. Mixed with the rest, I got the temperature I wanted and soaped up Sue Two's short hairs to a sudsy froth, rubbing it in well. I confess, my thumbs might have slipped a bit south while I was doing it. Sue Two didn't complain.

When I was satisfied with the lathering, I rinsed her off thoroughly, warm suds running over her slit. Then I shot a dollop of shaving cream into my hand, let it warm up, and gently rubbed it all over her beaver. Soon she had a foamy triangle on her crotch, looking like the meringue on a cream pie.

Then came the hard part.

I looked up at Sue Two. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded.

I dipped the razor, a disposable Bic, in the hot water. My hand trembled slightly as I lifted the blade. I looked at Sue Two again. She smiled reassuringly.

I took a deep breath. Held it. Steadied my hand by pressing my arm down onto her thigh. Placed the razor at the top of the foamy triangle. Pressed down gently.

Shaved a strip three inches long off the side of her pubic hair.

Pulled the razor up. Held it there. Stared at the strip of bare skin plowed through the foam. Waited for blood to well up.

Saw none.

Blew out about ten gallons of air.

After that, I actually began to enjoy it: Rinse the razor, shave a strip, repeat. The hair was thick, so after that first strip I took it off in smaller lengths so the razor didn't get too clogged. At the end I had to hold her skin taut to get the last few patches that ran right up to her slit. I washed her off and towelled her dry, then rubbed in some aloe balm I found in the overnight kit along with the little pair of scissors I used to snip off a few stray hairs.

I stepped back to put everything back in the kit and admire my work.

Wow.

I have always thought Sue Two was beautiful. Latin women always have an extra bit of appeal to me, too. And seeing her waiting for me that morning with Sue, both stripped bare, made it instantly clear she was a very sexy young lady.

But none of that prepared me for the sight of her completely naked, on her back, her bronze skin uninterrupted from her painted toenails to the lush pile of jet-black hair on her head. I think I even drooled. She looked that good. She looked ... streamlined, like a sports car. An ideal form.

When she looked up at me and crooked a finger, that's all it took.

In less time than it takes to read this sentence, I was on the ground beside her. At first, I couldn't help myself. My hands were all over her. Touching. Caressing. With special attention, of course, to that tantalizingly smooth expanse of skin above her cunt.

Eventually I got myself under control. And when Sue Two asked me to tell her what to do, just as I had with Sue, my answer was ready.

"No."

"No?"

"No. This time, you're in charge. You tell me."

A baffled look crossed her face. "What do I ... What should I ... ?"

"Anything," I whispered in her ear. "Anything you want."

"But ..."

I gave her some help, moving my hand to her breast. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"T-touch my breasts."

I shifted so I could get both hands on her tits. "Just touch them?"

Sue Two's eyes widened. "Kiss them?"

I started at the base of each one, kisses as soft as the sun on your cheek. I switched back and forth as I nuzzled up their slopes, circling each breast in turn. Though my lips barely touched her, I could feel her heartbeat in them.

It took several minutes to wend my way to the top, where I traced spirals toward her nipples with my tongue. At last I reached the delicate buds themselves. I licked, I kissed, I sucked, I nibbled. From one to the other; while my mouth serviced one breast my hand would play with the other.

Sue Two sighed and murmured, and when I finally released her tits and asked her what she wanted next it took her awhile to catch her breath so she could answer. "Would you -- I mean, if you don't want to -- but would you ..."

My tongue again traced a path to one of her erect nipples. I looked up at her. "Anything you say."

"Anything?" She paused. "Suck ... Suck my p-pussy?"

My kisses trailed down her compact body. The aloe lotion tasted of coconut when I reached the now-hairless spot. I gave her the full treatment. Fingertips skating over the insides of her thighs. Kisses on her cunt. Tongue teasing her clit. Finger sliding through her labia, twisting and turning as it drove inside. Then my tongue, too, plunging through to her insides. Slowly, at first, exploring. Then rapid-fire in and out, up and down, finger pushing deeper, until her ass heaved off the ground once, twice, palpitations spreading through her young body like ripples in a pond.

I lifted my head and she was looking down at me. "Kiss me," she said in a guttural tone.

Back up her body I went and put my mouth on hers, sharing the tang of her sex. Her arms wrapped around me, pressing her nipples into my chest. I held her close, grappling for the embrace that would bring us together as much as humanly possible. I wanted her flesh to meet mine at every point, so close you couldn't see where I ended and Sue Two began. We rolled side to side on the ground, lips locked.

At some point she rolled underneath me. Her legs parted, spread wide. She pulled back from our kiss and, eyes bright, nostrils flaring, commanded me. "Take me," she said. "Fuck me. Put your cock in my cunt. I want you. I want you ... now."

She was so wet that I was able to penetrate her in one lunge, my balls slapping against her skin. Sue Two sucked in her breath and I was afraid I'd hurt her. But she shook off my question and smiled through gritted teeth. "It's ... just ... so ... good."

We moved in sync from the very first stroke, and Sue Two had her legs wrapped so tightly around me that I lifted her off the ground each time I heaved upward. Her arms circled my neck, holding me close so she could cover my face with kisses.

"Go deep," she would say, and I would pin her to the turf, cock sinking into her cunt. "Faster," she urged, and I kicked into a higher gear, thrust after thrust. "Slow," and I stretched out each move into an infinite series of incremental steps.

My dick grew swollen. Sue Two clutched the back of my head, heels digging into my ass. "Fill me up," she whispered, and I came and came.

When it was over we stretched out side by side. "Thank you," she said, dreamily. "I never knew it could be like that ... in real life." She kissed me once more and scampered off. I couldn't recover so quickly. I was still testing my joints, trying to decide if they could support me, when a shadow fell across my face.

"Breakfast time," Traci trilled.

"Breakfast?" It seemed like noon, but a glance at the horizon told me the day was still young. "What are we having?"

"Eggs and bacon and toast and hash browns," she rattled off. "Oh. And dessert. I think you'll really like dessert."

I wanted her flesh to meet mine at every point, so close you couldn't see where I ended and Sue Two began.

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