Date: Fri, 13 Feb 1998 07:36:49 PST
From: authorsix@hotmail.com
Subject: TARAN AND TAYLOR

	"I have a meeting in Tulsa tomorrow.  You want to fly in with me?"

	"Sh-, sh-, sure.  Course I would," Taran stammered.  He had almost
said shit.  His dad would have a bird if he knew some of the language he
was using.

	"I'll be busy all afternoon," cautioned his father.

	"No sweat.  I'm sure I can find something to do."

	Of all his hobbies, Taran loved piloting the Smith family's
home-built, two-seater air plane most of all.  It was a love that he and
his father shared, and took every opportunity to do together.

	The next day, the trip from their home in California to Oklahoma
was all too quick.  While his father headed off to his meeting, Taran
caught the city transit to the Garnett Plaza for no other reason than it
seemed like the closest mall.  He checked out the sports stores first, and
then the clothing stores.  Taran was just coming out of J.C. Penny's when
he spotted the blond-haired boy.  Five-foot-seven, the same as Taran, slim,
also like Taran, with shoulder-long hair braided into a rat's tail-it could
only be one person.  Taran hurried after him.

	"Taylor?"

	The blond boy stopped and turned.  Taran had been right.  It was
Jordan Taylor Hanson.  He had a ready smile, accented by a dimple on his
right cheek, but you could tell in his eyes that the smile was forced.
Taran knew that look very well.  It was the
'oh-shit-another-fan-why-don't-they-leave-me-alone' smile.  Taran had had
that look many times before himself.  He would be walking along minding his
own business when suddenly there was a giggling fan shoving a pen and scrap
of something in his face for his signature.

	"Ah, hi," Taran said, suddenly flustered at the realization he had
just done what he complained about pushy fans doing.  "I just wanted to say
hi, which I guess I've already done," he mumbled.  Shit, he was feeling
like a grade A dork.  "And to say how much I like your music, and to wish
you luck at the Grammies."  He had meant it sincerely, but he came out
sounding like just another groupie.

	"Thankth," Taylor said slowly as if thinking about something.
"Thay, aren't you Taran Thmith?"

	"The one and only."

	"Well, great to meet you," Taylor said, extending his hand.  "I
love Home Improvement.  Thome of the joketh really crack me up."

	"Thanks.  It's a cool show to be on."

	"What are you doing in Tultha?"

	"My dad had some business so I flew in with him.  I'm just hanging
around until he's done."

	"The arcade here ithn't too bad.  Wanna play a few gameth?"

	"Sh-, sh-, sure."

	The two teenagers played for half-an-hour and then went for fries
and gravy and sodas.  While they had played, and while they ate, Taran
could tell Taylor's mind was elsewhere.

	"You know, if you got something to do or whatever, that's cool."

	"Huh?"

	"You don't need to hang with me if you got stuff to do."

	"Oh, no.  I don't have anywhere to go, ith just, well, I gueth ith
obviouth.  I got thome heavy thuff on my mind."  Taylor shook his head.
When he got nervous or hyper, his lisp got worst.  Damn retainer anyway.

	"I read somewhere you got a tour coming up."

	"Oh, ith not that.  Tourth don't bother me."

	"Same as acting, for me anyway.  It's so much fun getting up and
performing that it doesn't bother me at all."

	"Me too.  Ith great to talk to thomeone who underthandth."

	"So, Taylor, you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

	"Call me Tay.  All my friends do.  Ith thome junk fanth have
written."

	"Hey, I know about that.  It's weird some of the things that girls
write, about how hot they think you are and how hot they are for you, and
some real personal stuff."

	"You get that thort of mail too?"

	"Hey, I'm not as hot as you and your brothers, but I'm not a nerd!"

	"I'm thorry, I didn't mean it that way," Taylor said, his face
flushing bright red.

	"Your face is your fave colour," joked Taran.

	"Really, that wathn't what I meant."

	"Take it easy, I know it wasn't.  I was only teasing," Taran said
with a smile.

	Taylor returned the grin.  "And if fan mail ithn't enough, thereth
newth groupth and thuff on the net."

	"Yeah, there's quite a few on Home Improvement, and dozens just
about me.  It's embarrassing in a way."

	"What I really hate ith the lieth," Taylor commented.  His deep
blue eyes had become blurry.  This was really bothering him.  Taran waited
for him to continue.  "Hey, leth change the topic.  I don't want to bother
you with my trouble."

	"No bother."

	"Itth real heavy.  Rather perthonal."

	"I'm a personable sort of guy," Taran said with a shrug.  Actually,
he was.  Anyone who knew about the volunteer hours the thirteen-year-old
put in for the Make-A Wish Foundation and the Kids "R" Us coat drive, knew
he genuinely cared about other kids.

	"Really.  I can't even talk about thith with my brotherth."

	"Well, I'm an entertainer too.  I understand what it's like not
being able to have a personal life."

	"Itth not that exactly," Taylor said, his eyes narrowing and his
thin lips pressed together seriously as he thought what to say.  Taran
waited.  "That thtuff about fan mail, about girlth thaying thingth."

	"Yeah."

	" You get any of that thuff from guyth?"

	"You mean fan mail, or that they're hot for you?" Taran joked.

	"That they're hot."

	"Shit no.  You?"

	"Well, back in October a friend thent me a copy he printed off the
net from a newth group he found.  It wath talking about if I wath gay or
not."

	"Wow, I can see what you mean when you said this was something
heavy."

	"Thereth more."

	"Yeah?"

	"What the hell," Taylor said, looking Taran straight in the eye.
"The truth ith, I've been wonderin' about guyth."

	"So.  That's normal."

	"I don't mean just like curiouth, you know, if they're bigger than
me, and thuff.  I mean, wondering what it would be like doing thuff."

	"You ever done anything with a girl?"

	"No, nothing.  I'm not even interethed to tell you the truth."

	"You ever done stuff with a guy?"

	"Never.  But thath the problem.  I never think about girlth, but I
do about guyth."

	Taran took a quick glance at his watch.  It was 4:50.  Where had
the time gone?

	"I'm real thorry," Taylor said.  "I thouldn't have dumped thith on
you.  I told you it wath heavy."

	"It's okay, really.  I understand a lot more than you think.  It's
just I'm supposed to check in with my dad at five to see where to meet
him."

	"I know where the phoneth are."

	As they walked to the phones, the two boys were trying desperately
to sort out their emotions.  What Taylor had just confessed had been
bothering him for months, and it was great to have gotten it out at last.
He had been aching to talk to someone about how he was feeling.  It was
wrong of him to impose on someone he'd just met like that though.  Why he
had done it, he didn't know.  Maybe that was another part of this whole guy
problem he was having.  He inhaled nervously, a sick feeling in the pit of
his stomach

	For Taran, he had not been able to stop thinking about the great
experience he'd had with his co-star and good friend JT just a month
earlier.  It had begun just as joking around, but had ended with the two of
them having some serious sex, the first sex he'd had in his life.  It had
happened right out of the blue, and it had been fantastic.  What a
difference there was between the way he and Tay had been introduced to the
idea of having sex with guys.

	"The phoneth are over there," Taylor said with a nod.  "I'll thee
you around."

	"No, don't go," Taran said, his voice cracking in desperation.
"This will only take a minute, and I'd really like to talk some more."

	"You're really a cool dude, but you don't have to.  I'll work thith
out."

	"At least wait until I've phoned."

	"Well, all right."  Deep down inside the fourteen-year-old was glad
Taran had insisted.  Now that he had opened up the topic, he wanted to talk
about it, and Taran was easy to talk to.  Not only that, the tall,
dark-haired teenager was attractive too.  Tay shook the thought from his
head immediately but his dick had already begun to swell.  "Heck," he
cursed to himself as he dropped his hands in front of him to hide the
growing bulge.

	As he punched in the phone number, Taran had no idea what he was
going to say or how he was going to explain how he felt without
incriminating JT, but he had to let Tay know that he was not alone in his
thoughts.  After his encounter with JT, he was just as confused about his
own feelings.  This was his first opportunity to talk to anyone about what
was going on in his head also.  What would really be fantastic, Taran
thought as the phone rang, would be if they could do more than talk.  The
blond singer's fine, delicate looks were a major turn on.  It would be
great having sex with him.

	The secretary put Taran through to his dad.  "Say, Taran, I'm
afraid I have some bad news."

	"Yeah?"

	"This is taking a lot longer than I thought it would.  I'm going to
be here three or four hours yet."

	"Hey, that's no sweat.  Actually, I've been hanging out with a
friend," Taran said, glancing over at Tay with a smile.  Tay smiled back,
acknowledging they had become friends.  That smile would have sent some of
his fans screaming.  It gave Taran an ache deep inside, an ache that also
caused his wiener to become instantly stiff.  "Shit," the boy said to
himself as he slipped his hand in his pocket to hide the bulge.

	"Actually, I was thinking of getting us a room at the Quality Inn
Airport instead of flying home in the dark tonight."

	"That'd be cool.  I'll meet you at the hotel then."

	"I'll get you the address."

	"Don't worry.  I can get it.  Catch you later."  Taran hung up.
"Dad's going to be hours yet so he's getting us a room at the Quality Inn.
We got plenty of time to talk."

	"No," Taylor said, shaking his head vigorously, causing his rat's
tail to swing.  In the few moments he'd had to reconsider, he'd decided
this was not something he could share, especially with another guy.
Besides, the thoughts he'd been having about Taran were disturbing.  "I've
thaid too much already.  I'd better be heading home."  He began to back
away.

	"I know a few things about having sex with guys."

	"You do?"  Taylor asked as he paused.

	"Don't sound so surprised," Taran said with a grin.  "I wasn't born
yesterday."

	"I didn't mean-," Taylor began, blushing bright red again.

	"I'm no expert, but I've done a few things."

	"With a guy?" Taylor asked, his blue eyes widening.

	"Yeah."

	"You . . . well . . . you're . . .  you're a . . . Oh heck!" Taylor
cursed in frustration.

	"Am I gay?"

	"Hey, itth none of my buithneth."

	"No, it's all right.  Right now I'm not really anything actually.
It's sortta the same problem as you said.  I think about girls, but I've
never scored with one.  And I don't really think about guys, but I have
scored with one.  Now how's that for weird?" he asked, thinking of the song
the Hansons sang of the same name.

	"Isn't it weird?  Isn't it strange?  Even though were just two
strangers on this runaway train, we're both trying to find a place in the
sun.  We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone," Taylor sang.

	"Exactly," Taran said with a quiver in his voice.  Shit, listening
to Tay sing really began to arouse those feelings that JT had ignited last
month.  He squeezed his throbbing wiener through his pocket.

	"You're not just being kind.  You really have . . . well, done it
with a guy?"

	"Yeah," Taran replied honestly.  "I can tell you about it, or if
you've really been wondering what it might be like, we can check it out."

	"Check it out?  You mean, you and me. . . ."

	"Yeah, you and me bopping," Taran smiled.  Why not say it, he was
aching for it.

	Taylor looked at him blankly.  Taran could not tell if he was
tempted, shocked, or offended.  "Unless you don't find me attractive or
something," he joked.

	"Oh, I do," Taylor said excitedly.  "That ith, if I was going to do
thomething with a guy, I'd do it with you."  He blushed again.  "I don't
mean I don't want to, I do.  Well, that ith, I thortta do.  Ith juth . . .
Oh heck!"  He shook his head.

	"So, shall we check in at the Quality Inn?"

	"Do you know how long your dad ith gonna be?"

	"I don't know for sure."

	"If we do go to the hotel, we'll do more than juth talk."

	"If you want."

	"Thpoth your dad walkth in?"

	"Then we'll be in deep shit."

	"The Holiday Inn ithn't too far from the Quality Inn.  Then we
wouldn't have to worry."

	"I could phone my dad and say I'm staying with you."

	"And I could phone home and thay I'm with you."

	"Let's do it.  There a store somewhere where we can buy some pop
and stuff?"

	"We can find one."

	The boys called their parents and then pretending to be his dad,
Taran booked a room at the Holiday Inn.  They did their shopping quickly.
Taran slipped into the drug store for Vaseline.

	"You think we should buy safes?"

	"Thith going to make me pregnant?" Taylor asked with a smile.

	"You'd look wild if it did," Taran replied with a grin and the boys
laughed.  "Seriously, you've never had sex with anyone?"

	"No.  I'm going to be fifteen next month and I haven't even as much
as kissed."

	"You shoot up?"

	"No way.  I don't do drugth."

	"Me neither.  And I've only done it with one guy, and it was the
first time for both of us, so I'm clean."

	"Then forget the thafeth."

	"Good.  I'd be too embarassed to buy them anyway."

	"Me too."

	As they headed for the hotel they were excited and horny, but both
were nervous and worried too.  Their loins ached with desire, but their
chests were tight with apprehension.  Their hormones were telling them to
charge ahead, but their minds were reminding them how serious this was.  It
was heck to be intelligent and responsible.  Putting their purchases on the
dresser, they checked out the room and then glanced at each other.  They
never felt so awkward in their life.

	Taran excused himself and went into the bathroom.  Dropping his
pants and underwear, he drew back his skin to make sure his cock was clean.
That would be a major embarrassment.  He did not know what they might end
up doing, but taking no chances, he soaped up his middle finger and
carefully slipped it up his asshole.  He twisted his finger and thought
about how it had felt with JT's weiner up his hole.  He began to get stiff
again.  Removing his finger, he wrapped it in toilet paper and reinserted
it.  He didn't know how well this would clean him out, but it was better
than nothing.

	When he came out of the bathroom, Tay went in.  Taran wondered if
it was for the same reason.  Imagining Tay checking his wiener and cleaning
out his ass caused Taran's cock to swell even more.  When Tay returned, he
looked flushed.  Taran noticed he had upbraided his rat's tail.  He also
noted that he liked the way Tay looked with long hair.

	"Wanna go grab a bite to eat?" Taran asked.  "I noticed a
J.T. Ashley Restaurant downstairs."

	"Maybe after . . . well, you know . . . we do it," Tay said, daring
to glance at Taran.

	"Sure."

	"You nervouth?"

	"As hell."

	"Me too."

	"So what do you want to do?"

	"I have no idea."

	"When guys and girls do it they start with kissing and stuff."

	"Okay," Tay said with a shrug.

	The two boys stepped toward each other and as they reached forward
their limbs tangled.  Trying again, they wrapped their arms about each
other loosely, Tay's arms about Taran's waist, Taran's arms around Tay's
torso.  They barely touched.  The boys bent their heads forward
self-consciously, and as they neared, Tay tilted his to the left as he saw
Taran tilt his to the right.  Their lips touched, a brief feather-light
touch.  Taran felt an electric charge race from his lips down his spine and
up his wiener.  As they kissed a second time, Taran could smell Tay's Ckbe
cologne and it was fantastic.  He never wore anything himself, and hoped he
didn't stink.

	He needn't have worried.  Tay inhaled his fresh boy scent and felt
the same shock rip through his body.  Their lips met a third time, longer
but gentle.  They inhaled each other's warm boy breath, sweet and fresh.
Their fourth kiss was more forceful and they drew each other closer.  After
the sixth kiss they began to massage each other, Taran rubbing Tay's back,
Tay rubbing Taran's butt.  Taran slipped his tongue into Tay's mouth and
Tay responded by pressing his hands against his butt, pushing their bodies
together.  Taran knew that Tay would be able to feel his erection, but he
knew it did not matter.  He could feel Tay's hard, hot wiener through their
pants.

	The two boys were breathing heavily as they unbuttoned each other's
shirts and slipped them off.  Taran removed Taylor's tank top.  Both boys
were too young for chest or underarm hair.  They embraced again, chest
pressed against chest, Tay's necklaces caught between their hot bodies.
Taran unbuttoned Tay's cords and pulled down his fly.  Taking his lead, Tay
did the same to his jeans.  They pushed each other's pants down at the same
time.  They were both wearing boxers, and both were tented out.

	After removing their shoes and stepping out of their pants, they
slipped each other's underwear down and removed their socks.  Tay's hairs
were thick and blond, Taran's much sparser and light brown.  Their
erections stood at forty-five degree angles and both were moist-tipped.
They embraced again, naked now, and as they did their hard cocks were
pressed between their flat stomachs.  They kissed again, passionately,
pressing their moist lips together.  Their teenage cocks twitched with
excitement and oozed out another drop of pre-cum.

	Taran backed Tay up and he sat on the bed.  Dropping to his knees
and spreading apart Tay's legs, Taran knelt between them.  Taylor's cock
was about half an inch longer than his, making it around five and a half,
and it was a bit thicker.  Taking it in his hand, he lowered his head and
ran his tongue from the base to the tip.  He savoured the taste as he
inhaled the spicy aroma of hot boy cock.  Slipping his lips over the knob,
Taran heard Tay inhale deeply.  He slipped his lips down the shaft until
his nose was buried in Tay's blond curls and then paused to enjoy the
moment.  Drawing his lips back up and swallowing his Tay-flavoured saliva,
he began to suck gently as he continued to work his lips slowly up and down
Tay's wiener.

	Taylor was breathing heavily and squirming.  "Oh, Taran, I've never
felt anything like thith,"he sighed.  "Ith fantathic!"

	Taran continued to bob his head and suck.

	"Oh man, I'm gonna cum.  You better back off quick."

	Taran drew his lips up to the knob of Tay's hot cock but stopped.
He felt Tay's wiener throb between his lips and before Tay could give
further warning or do anything, Taran felt his creamy boy cum fill his
mouth.  It was tart, hot, and viscous.  It was great.  Tay gasped and
panted and sighed.  As Taylor pumped load after load into Taran's mouth,
the thirteen-year-old swallowed the tart juice hungrily.

	"Mmmh, mmmmh, oh mannnnn," Taylor sighed.

	He quit cumming and Taran began to suck again, draining him of his
boy juice.  Taylor's head was spinning and his loins were weak.  Taran
finally let the still stiff cock slip from his mouth and he sat back, his
lips glistening with spittle and cumm.  They looked at each other dreamily.

	"That wath the most fantathtic thing I've ever experienced."

	"You wanna do me now?"

	"You bet!"

	Taylor was not as certain once the boys changed positions and he
looked at Taran's stiff cock and the droplet of translucent pre-cum at the
tip of his knob.  As Taylor bent down, his soft hair fell across Taran's
lap.  As his soft cheeks brushed against Taran's thighs, Taran felt like he
was going to explode before Tay even got to his wiener.  Taran wondered if
he could really feel the mole on the left side of Tay's chin or if it was
his imagination.

	Taylor hesitantly stuck out his tongue and lapped up the drop of
pre-cum.  It had a bit of a sweet taste.  Slipping his mouth over Taran's
cock, he sucked gently.  He eased his lips down and then began to work his
hot mouth up and down his new friend's stiff dick.  It had felt great
having it done to him, and now as he was doing it, he was surprised, but
pleased, that it felt just as good doing it.  Actually, the realization
that he was sucking cock, something he'd wondered about for months, was
cool.

	Taran was horny and in only a minute he had to warn Taylor he was
cumming.  Although very tempted, Tay did not back off.  Taran hadn't, so he
owed him that much.  Tay was soon swallowing the copious flow of fresh boy
cumm.  Other than his own ejaculation minutes ago, it was the first climax
he'd ever shared with a boy, and he found sharing it felt as good as
cumming himself.

	Taran finally pulled his cock out of Tay's mouth.  He grinned at
Tay, and told him to look in the mirror.  A film of cumm streaked his upper
lip.

	"Sort of like that milk commercial you posed for," Taran laughed.

	"Except inthted of MMMmilk, ith cumMMM," Tay said with a grin and
the boys cracked up.

	The teens lay back on the bed.  Taylor turned on the television and
switched to MTV.  The Counting Crows were singing "Children in Bloom".  "I
gotta get out on my own, I gotta get up from this waiting at home."
Children in bloom.  That was what they were, Tay thought.  The perfect song
at the perfect time from his fave group.

	They got dressed and went out to eat.  After three loaded
cheeseburgers each, they returned to their room.  Laying on the bed, they
switched the television on again.  They glanced over at each other.  They
did not say a word.  The two boys did not have to.  The teenagers kissed,
this time with confidence and desire, this time inhaling breaths of burgers
and onions.  They stripped each other again, but this time there was no
nervousness.

	Taran kissed Tay's neck, and then his chest.  At 115 pounds, you
could see his ribs.  Taran kissed each one, then sucked on Taylor's nipple.
Tay squirmed and groaned as his nipple grew hard.  His dick had stiffened
too, and he could feel Taran's pressing against his thigh.  Taran rolled
Tay over and reached for the Vaseline.  Tay made no objection.  Taking out
a generous gob, he spread open Tay's anus with the other hand and pushed
the lubricant in his hole.  He greased up his knob and wiped his fingers on
his shaft.

	Spreading apart Taylor's legs, Taran knelt between them and began
to lower his body.  Placing the tip of his greased shaft against Tay's
hole, he slowly pushed forward, easily easing his stiff into Tay's rectum.
As he penetrated the virgin boy, he heard him inhale sharply.  With a
grunt, Taran sunk his cock in as far as he could.  His long, slim body
pressed against the slim, delicate body below him.  Taran buried his nose
in Tay's long tresses and inhaled the freshness.  His hot breath blew
against Tay's neck.  Slowly drawing back his hips and easing his cock out
until the knob was at Tay's sphincter, Taran closed his eyes with the
exquisite pleasure and sunk back down.  He humped slowly, wanting this to
last forever.  The thrill of fucking, the electric sensations ripping
through his cockhead, and the pleasure of knowing that Tay was enjoying
this as much as he was all combined to make this the best fuck yet in his
young life.

	When he finally came, he shook with the violence of his
ejaculation, and Tay constricted his asshole in response.  The two teens
grunted and inhaled sharply in open abandonment.  It felt wonderful.

	The two lay on their backs and drifted in a haze of pleasure and
relief.  Some time later Taran rolled over on his stomach.  He eagerly
opened his anus as Tay pushed the gob of Vaseline inside.  He relaxed and
opened as best he could as Tay took his position behind him.  As he felt
the greased pole pressing against his anus, Taran strained to accept it,
and grunted as he felt Tay penetrate him.  He felt the soccer ball and Star
of David from Tay's two necklaces on his back, and then Tay's soft hair on
his shoulders.  He shivered with delight as the singer's slight body
pressed against his and his breath blew hotly past his cheek.  He'd
completely sunk his weiner up his hole, all five-and-a-half inches.

	As Tay began to work his cock in and out of the thirteen-year-old,
he kept repeating to himself that he was fucking, as if he had to confirm
what he was doing in his mind.  The lines from his song "I Will Come to
You" came to his mind.  "I will come to you, oh I will come to you.  We all
need somebody we can turn to, someone who'll always understand."  His
breathing grew laboured as he felt the pressure building in his loins, and
he heard Taran breathing loudly beneath him.  He knew just how Taran was
feeling, and he knew how Taran had felt when their positions had been
reversed.  He realized that that was something that only two guys could
share, and that special bond somehow seemed so right.

	As he felt the tension begin to peak, Taylor began to fuck
furiously, humping his hips to and fro vigorously.  His hair bounced and
swayed and he closed his eyes with the pleasure.  He could hear the Crowing
Crows come on in the background, and as the fourteen-year-old shot his
thick load into his new friend, the Crowing Crows were singing "Wiseblood
knows how to walk the way the wind blows."

	They dried themselves off and talked afterward, about their fave
music groups and fave T.V. shows, about the music industry and the acting
profession, and about their favourite subjects, English Literature for
Taylor and Mathematics for Taran.  They opened two Mug Root Beer, a bag of
Nachos, and a bag of jellybeans and talked about their hobbies and
interests.  They talked about their ambitions, their feelings, and their
frustrations.  As the two boys talked they absentmindedly reached over and
began to caress each other.  Their fingers found their way to their limp
dicks.  They fondled the tender tubes and the sensitive orbs in their
wrinkled sacs.

	Without realizing it, they rolled over on their sides and reversed
positions so they were head to crotch.  They inhaled the spicy aroma of hot
boycock and spent cumm.  They slipped their lips over the limp flesh
simultaneously and savoured the taste.  As they began to swell, "MMMBob"
came on.  "You have so many relationships in this life, only one or two
will last," the Hansons sang on the T.V. and Tay joined in.  The two boys
ran their tongues over each other's stiffening cocks.  "So hold on the ones
who really care, in the end they'll be the only ones there."  They began to
slip their lips up and down the hot, aroused boyflesh.  "Mmm bop, ba duba
dop, ba du bop, ba duba dop." It was twelve o'clock, but when you've just
begun your teens, the night is still young at midnight.  "Ba du bob, ba du
dop, ba du, plant a seed.  . . ."  There was going to be no sleeping for
the boys this night.


All you hot Taran and Tay fans can write to the author, J.O. Dickingson,
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