Date: Tue, 30 May 2017 15:50:46 +0200
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Carhops - Chapter 7

CARHOPS - Chapter 7.

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I woke up before Henry. We had a busy night and he had done most of the
work. I disentangled myself from the old quilt which covered us. I sat up
and looked around. It was still early, and while there was a pale light,
the sun had not yet come up over the horizon. It was very quiet. The only
sound was the twittering of birds and the soft swoosh of wind in the
trees. I looked down at Henry.

Only two months before I had never known anyone remotely like him. Whites
and coloreds didn't mix in my little town. Except for a few red-necked
knuckleheads, there was not a great deal of animosity between the two
groups - we just lived separate lives. When I took the carhop job at
Sparky's, that all changed for me. Henry became a real person to me. He was
kind, gentle and funny. He was strong, handsome and smart. He had become
the best friend I had ever had. We had become not only friends, but
lovers. My little world had changed forever.

And not only mine. Henry's father was a good man, a pastor and a positive
influence for tolerance between the races. He was not a lightening rod for
equal rights, but quietly did what he could from the place in which he
found himself. His inclination was to plant the seeds for understanding
between individuals and hope that they would take root and grow. For that
purpose, he had brought me and my mother to visit his church and celebrate
our birthdays over dinner in his home. As a result, the world of my mother
had changed as well.

I walked over to some bushes and relieved my bladder, looked around and
tested the cord which tethered our trot line to a tree. When I pulled on
it, it vibrated in my hand. Something big was out there. I sat down next to
Henry and looked at his peaceful face.

Reluctantly, I shook his shoulder and watched his eyes open. "You ready to
check the line?"

Henry turned over on his back and stretched, then smiled back at me. "Hi. I
was having a nice dream about a nice blond headed boy. He looked a lot like
you."

I stretched out beside him and insinuated myself into this arms. A quick
inspection revealed that he had a massive erection. "It must have been a
nice dream. Are you ready to play again?"

"Mostly, I'm ready to pee," he said, and stood up, letting the quilt fall
to the ground, looking impressive. He walked over to the bush we had
designated as our latrine and hosed it thoroughly. When he came back, he
had almost returned to normal. "Now I'm ready to check the line."

We pulled on our shorts and shoes and waded out into the river. Henry went
ahead of me to check each of the hooks and I followed with the burlap
bag. Of the twenty drop lines, twelve contained a struggling
catfish. Anything under two pounds he turned loose. Those we stuffed into
the bag, were all much larger, several in excess of ten pounds. It was
quite a haul. Henry wound up the trot line as we splashed our way back to
the bank.

"How are we going to get these home?" I asked, hefting the gunny sack.

Henry shook his head, "I still have that old pillowcase. We'll keep the
biggest ones, and what we can't carry between us, we'll let go."

We laid the bag down next to our little camp site and busied ourselves with
breakfast. The menu was simple but filling. We fixed a couple of peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches apiece, ate a few apples, split the Oreos, and
emptied the last jar of water.

Henry belched, then lay back down again. "Did you enjoy your first camp
out?" he asked.

I sat down cross-legged next to him. "Oh yeah, this was really fun," I
said. "We caught a ton of fish, and last night was great. This was the
first time we've been able to sleep together. That was the best part."

"It was for me too," Henry nodded. "Being with you feels so natural. I
still feel kind of guilty about it though. I keep thinking about what my
father would think if he knew about us."

"I guess Mom wouldn't be crazy about that either," I admitted. "I've never
done sex stuff before with anybody, but I wasn't thinking about that as
much as us just being together. It was so nice to be close to you, to hold
onto you and sleep all snuggled up. That was what was so great."

Henry smiled. "Maybe you're right. Maybe the sex part isn't what's most
important. Maybe it's just being together. I've never done that before
either."

The way he said that made me curious. "Have you ever done sex stuff with
anybody before?"

Henry was quiet. "Well, it wasn't the same as with you."

"What did you do?" I asked, then added quickly, "I'm sorry. I guess that's
none of my business."

Henry shrugged, then said quietly, "You don't have brothers. Two brothers
who both sleep in the same bedroom with you."

Now I was really curious. "No, I don't. What's that like?"

Henry looked over at me. "Well, everybody jerks off, right? I mean, guys
will tell you that they never jerk off, but they probably do. When you live
in a little house with six people and only one bathroom, about the only
safe place to do it is in your bedroom."

I began to see where this was going. "How does that work?" I asked.

"You'll think we're perverts. It's not like that, but when your brother is
making his bed shake, you know he's doing something in there."

I grinned. "Did you catch your big brother jerking?"

"This is kind of embarrassing," he said.

"Come on. This sounds really interesting. I won't tell," I laughed.

Henry relaxed a little. "I guess it's not like we have any big secrets from
each other. I always wondered what they were doing, and when I was about
ten, I woke up and William and George were sitting on the bed and they were
doing it together. They were both jerking off, then they would do it to
each other, like, stroking each other, you know?"

"Really? What did you do?"

"I was pretty stupid about that kind of thing. I sat up and asked them what
they were doing. They were a little pissed, and told me I was too young to
understand."

"Then what?"

Henry chuckled, "I guess I figured it must be something interesting, so I
got out of bed and went over to them to see what they were doing. They sort
of covered themselves with their hands, but it was obvious that their dicks
were real big. I had discovered that sometimes mine got bigger and it felt
good when I squeezed it, but I didn't really understand how that worked. I
was curious about it and asked them again what they were doing."

"What did they say?"

"First they made me promise I wouldn't ever tell our parents. Then they
explained about jerking off - that when you rubbed your dick it felt good,
and after awhile some white stuff would come out and that felt really
good."

"What did you do then?" I giggled.

"I sat my little butt down and started rubbing on my dick, just like they
said," Henry laughed. "They thought that was funny, and showed me how to do
it better, how to hold it and like that. I guess I was always a horny
little kid."

"Could you do it?"

"Not really. They showed me how they did it, and after awhile they spurted
out some white goo," Henry admitted. "I tried to do it, and mine got kind
of stiff. Sure enough it felt good, but nothing came out. Of course I kept
working at it and after I got older, I managed to spurt. I didn't feel bad
about it. After all, if my brothers did it, it must be OK."

"That's kind of hot. It must have been nice to have big brothers," I said.

"I guess it was. Anyway, after that, they didn't figure they had to be
sneaky about it, and would jerk off with me in the room."

"That must have been educational."

"When they were doing that, they often had some girly pictures that they
found very interesting. Mostly Playboy magazines that they kept hidden from
our parents. I was sworn to secrecy about them."

"Did they let you look at them?"

"I did, but what turned me on was my brother's big cocks," Henry
admitted. "That was more interesting than the pictures of naked
women. Maybe that should have been an early clue that I wasn't like my
brothers."

"Are your brothers gay?" I asked.

"No. They're much more interested in girls," he assured me. "I think they
were just horny and messing around with each other."

"Man! I wish I had older brothers," I gushed.

"I shouldn't tell you stuff like this. My brothers are really good
guys. Please don't get the wrong idea about them." Henry looked
distressed. "When you're a preacher's kid, you can't trust anybody to keep
it a secret if you mess around, so I guess they did it with each
other. They trusted me to keep my mouth shut. It would hurt my parents if
they knew about this stuff. I hope you understand that."

"I shouldn't have asked you," I said. "Honestly, Henry, you can trust me
with anything. I promise that I know how to keep my mouth shut."

Henry smiled. "We both have secrets we share. I think I can trust you."

"Um, so what do you want to do now?" I asked, thinking about his brothers.

"Have you forgotten that we have to go to work at two?" Henry reminded
me. "And we have to get these fish back and do something with them?"

"Oh, right. I guess we better get moving."

We rolled up the blankets and Henry stashed his fishing gear. He sorted out
the catfish, dividing them into the burlap bag and the old pillowcase. What
didn't fit was released back into the lake. We policed the area for any
trash we might have left around, strapped the two bags of fish to our bikes
and were ready to go.

We rode straight to Henry's house and quickly cleaned our catch. By the
time we were through, I had managed to do a respectable job with the task,
although Henry went twice as fast. Eunice gave us a large dishpan which we
carried into her kitchen filled to the brim with pink fish for her to
fillet and freeze.

"You boys did yourselves proud," she said. "We'll have to get you over here
for a real fish fry."

"We'll look forward to that," I told her. "My mother sure did enjoy that
fine dinner last Sunday."

"We enjoyed having you. Now you better get cleaned up so you won't be late
for work."

Henry motioned for me to follow him into their bathroom. "We should take a
quick bath," he said. "We both smell like fish."

The bathroom was small, with a sink, stool and an old footed tub. On one
side was an open shelf with toiletries on top and towels and washcloths
below. Henry turned on the water to let the tub fill, then gave me a wink
and shucked his clothes. I followed suit and we were standing face to face
as naked as the day we were born.

I looked carefully at him while the tub filled. It dawned on me that he was
taller than at the first of the summer. Not only that, but his chest was
deeper and his arms were fuller. It seemed that his penis was a bit longer
and the bush of pubic hair above it was thicker. Henry was in the midst of
a growth spurt.

When we started working at Sparky's he was taller than me, but now I could
see that he must have grown two inches since them. What I also realized was
that I was the same as before. Henry was soon to be a big strong guy. Maybe
I would catch up later, but I doubted it.

Henry turned off the water and motioned for me to step into the
tub. "Company first," he grinned.

I sat down in the warm water and wondered if there were room for two, but
when I looked over at Henry, he was busy brushing his teeth. I took the bar
of soap which was in a dish next to the tub and got busy washing away the
fish smell. After a quick rinse, I stepped out, Henry handed me a clean
towel and I dried off.

When he replaced me in the tub, I sat down on the lid to the toilet and
watched him as he washed. The water made his black skin shine. The muscles
in his arms and shoulders flexed as he scrubbed himself and his abdominal
muscles formed a tight six-pack. He was a beautiful guy. All too soon, he
stood up, took another towel and began to dry himself off. He wrapped the
towel around his waist and motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom
he shared with his brothers. We crossed the hall dressed in matching white
towels.

"Your clothes will be all stinky," he said. "See if you can wear some of
mine."

He handed me a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. They were a little big
for me, but with the cuffs turned up they were close enough, and definitely
smelled better than the ones I had slept and cleaned fish in. It felt nice
to be wearing Henry's clothes. It was like being inside him somehow.

Now dressed in matching jeans and shirts, we went into the kitchen to find
that his mother had fixed us some lunch.

"You boys are surely hungry," she said. "I imagine you must be tired of
fish by now, but you might like some ham and beans." She dished up two
bowls of navy beans with big chunks of smoked ham. On the table was a plate
of fresh cornbread and a slab of butter. She poured us both a tall glass of
cold milk. I was very hungry. It smelled wonderful and tasted even better.

By the time we finished eating it was after one o'clock and we had to be at
work at two. "Do you need to call your momma and let her know where you
are?" Eunice asked.

"No ma'am. She will be gone to work. It's OK, but thank you," I said.

"You don't have time to go back to your place," Henry said. "You can leave
your dirty clothes here and I can bring them to you tomorrow. We need to go
straight up to Sparky's."

I thanked his mother for lunch and we went out to where we had left out
bikes. Ginger greeted us with enthusiasm. She had not even barked when we
rode up earlier. I guessed that I had been accepted as a member of the
family. I followed Henry up a series of side roads and we found ourselves
at Sparky's Pink Elephant in plenty of time.

It was back to the familiar routine. It was August in Oklahoma and hot as
blue blazes. The demand for cold beer was high, and we were busy.

During a lull in the traffic, Henry reminded me, "School will be starting
in a couple of weeks."

"I know. I don't mind school, but that means I won't see you much. It's not
like I'll see you at school."

"We might do something on the weekends," he suggested, then he brightened,
"We're going to have a football team at my school this year."

"I thought you said your school didn't have a football team."

"We didn't, but this year we are. Our science teacher is going to coach for
us, and we'll have regular uniforms and everything."

"Cool. Are you going to play?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I've been wishing we had a team. I love football," he
grinned. "Since we don't have all that many kids, they're supposed to let
eighth graders try out for the team."

"I bet you can make it. You're getting bigger all the time. Who will you
play?"

"There are colored schools with football teams in most of the towns around
here," Henry said." Turner has a team and so does Dooley. We should have a
full season. We might not be all that great the first year, but it will be
fun."

It was nice to see Henry so excited about something. I was guessing that he
would make a good football player. The next day when he came to work, he
had my fishing clothes, washed and folded. I gave him back his jeans and
T-shirt.

We sweated through the next two weeks then came to our last weekend before
school started. On the final Saturday evening, a familiar pickup truck
drove in. The two guys inside leered at us and the driver said, "We need
some more beer."

From the way he slurred his words, I got the feeling that he was already
drunk. "I'd rather not serve you, if you don't mind," I said, standing up
from my bench.

"Why not?" the driver asked belligerently. "You hanging around with that
fucking nigger and you think you're too good to sell us some beer?"

I heard the other guy in the truck say, "Easy, Johnny."

Johnny opened the door and stepped out. "I got a good mind to just kick
your sorry ass right here and now."

With that, Henry stood up and stepped next to me. The jerk in the truck was
bigger than me, but not that much bigger than Henry. "You probably don't
want to do that," Henry said quietly.

Johnny stepped up to me and shoved his face close to mine. It smelled like
beer. "You tell that fucking nigger to sit back down," he snarled. "I'm
fixing to kick me some ass."

He drew back his fist as if to hit me, and Henry stepped quickly between us
and punched him in the stomach. He only hit him once, but the guy doubled
up and dropped to his knees. His companion stayed in the truck. Johnny
struggled to his feet, pulled out a knife and lunged for Henry. In a blur
of motion, the knife went flying and Henry lifted him up in the air and
slammed him to the ground. His head made a crunching sound as it hit the
gravel driveway.

The noise and loud cursing attracted Floyd's attention and he stepped out
the back door with a pistol in his hand. "What the hell is going on out
here?" he yelled.

Johnny staggered back in the truck and roared off. "He pulled a knife and
tried to kill us," I shouted. "He's drunk and crazy. They've messed with us
before. You ought to all the sheriff,"

Now Floyd was not the most liberal minded person I knew, but he didn't
cotton to anybody messing with his help. "That son of a bitch don't need to
be fucking with you boys, and he damn sure don't need to be driving like
that. You boys alright?"

I was pretty excited, but I acknowledged that I was OK. Henry was cool as a
cucumber. "I'm just fine, thank you sir," he said calmly.

"I got to make a phone call," Floyd said, and went back inside.

With the excitement over, we sat back down and looked at each other. I was
very impressed with Henry. "I think you just saved my life," I said in a
shaky voice.

Henry calmly shook his head. "He had no call to do that. I just laid him
down, is all."

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Henry, I think you're the best
friend I ever had."

Henry smiled. "Maybe," he said. "I value my friends, and you are definitely
the best I ever had. Don't worry about it."

Off in the distance, we heard the sound of a siren. We stepped to the front
of the bar and looked down the road to where a familiar pickup truck was
pulled off the highway next to a dark sedan with flashing lights. I decided
then and there that there was some justice in this world. We went back to
work.

The next morning I heard the phone ring, and the muffled sound of my mother
talking to somebody. When I got up and dressed, Mom had some news.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked.

She smiled. "That was Uncle Clay. I understand you had a little excitement
out at Sparky's last night."

"What did he say?"

"He said that he arrested two boys in a pickup truck for drunk driving,
driving without a license, and assault with a deadly weapon, among other
things. One of them had some outstanding warrants. In short, they're in a
heap of trouble," Mom said. "Now, do you want to tell me what happened last
night?"

"Can I have some breakfast first? It's kind of a long story."

"I'll fix us some pancakes while you tell me all about it," Mom laughed.

It was an interesting breakfast.

I went to church with my mother, then she got ready and went to work. I
rode out to the station at the road to Turner, and met Henry for our usual
Sunday afternoon fishing trip. I brought my usual PB&J sandwiches, a bag of
apples and a jug of water. I was surprised to notice that he had a small
bundle tied to his bike, but was without his fishing gear.

"Did you forget something?" I asked.

Henry shook his head. "School starts tomorrow and we don't have room in the
freezer for any more fish. I just thought maybe we could spend some time
together."

"Hey. That works for me," I said. "Are we going back down to the river?"

"Not today. I know a better place but it's a little farther," he smiled.

"Lead on," I said, and followed him down the road to Turner. We turned off
sooner than before and wound around an old road to a place I had not been
to before. It had a grove of old cedar trees overlooking a little creek
that emptied into the river farther down.

"This is one of my favorite places," Henry said. "It's not a great place to
fish, but it's a place where I come to be quiet and think."

We walked over to a rocky ledge and looked down at the creek below. The air
was fragrant and it was heavily wooded. Henry led me down to the creek
where we sat and skipped rocks across the water. We didn't say much, we
just breathed in the cool air and enjoyed being together. After some time,
we returned to the grove of cedars. Off to one side was a circle of very
old cedar trees. The area at the center was deep with pine needles and made
a cushion under our feet. Henry took the old quilt from the bundle on his
bike and spread it out on the soft ground.

We stretched out on the quilt and looked up into the fragrant cedars. "What
do you think?" Henry asked.

"This is beautiful," I said. How did you find this place?"

"Sometimes I sort of wander around, exploring these little back trails. My
brother William told me about this place but couldn't tell me exactly how
to get here. I think he came here with my father when he was younger. I
stumbled on it a couple of years ago and now I think of it as my special
place. I've never seen anybody else out here."

"You know a lot of neat places," I said. "You know a lot of things,
Henry. You have taught me so much."

"It's nice to have somebody to share things with," he said.  "I've never
shown this place to anybody else. I guess that makes you special."

I didn't reply, but turned to Henry and wrapped my arms around him, kissing
him on the neck.

"School starts for both of us tomorrow," I said. "What then? How will we
see each other after then?"

"I won't miss Sparky's, but I will miss seeing you every day," Henry
admitted. "But we should be able to get together on the weekends. We can
still go fishing and stuff."

I ran my hand over Henry's stomach. "It's the other stuff I like the best."

"Oh, Jimmy. What will I do about you?"

"You could hug me. I really like that."

Henry turned and took me in his strong arms and pushed his lips into my
neck. This instantly gave me an erection. I could feel his firm chest
against mine and our hips came together. I ran my hands up under his shirt
to feel the muscles in his back. He took the hint and pulled off his shirt,
then tugged at mine. Our bare skin felt wonderful when we held each other
tight. I wanted to tell Henry that I loved him, but found that awkward to
say. How could I know what love was when I was only fourteen? Instead, I
only held him close to me and pushed my hips into his.

"I want to be naked," I said, and moved away long enough to take off my
jeans and undershorts. When I turned back to him, he was naked too. We were
both very erect.

Henry rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of him. "I want to feel
that skin," he whispered, and moved his hips back and forth under me. I
could feel our cocks rubbing together. Henry ran his hands down over my
back and squeezed my butt cheeks. I kissed him under his chin and licked
his neck, making him giggle.

I raised my head up and licked the end of his nose. "Umm. Tasty," I
laughed.

"You like boogers?"

"Ugh. I didn't think of that. Maybe I'll taste something else." I slid down
his belly and licked the underside of his erection. "That's tastes
better. You like that?"

"Ooh. I'll give you thirty minutes to quit that," Henry bucked his hips.

I held his cock in my hand and looked it over. He was bigger than I was,
maybe seven inches or so. We had not measured ourselves but he was at least
two inches longer than me, and I checked myself frequently. I pulled down
on his foreskin and looked at the pinkish brown head. It was pretty, or at
least I thought so. His dick curved slightly towards his belly, but was
smooth and round with a bulge down the bottom where the tube was
located. His curly black pubic hair fanned out against his stomach and down
around the sides of his balls. Those were smooth, very dark and hung down
loose in the heat. The foreskin retracted completely and with it stretched
down looked as if he was circumcised. I pulled it back up and until the
skin puckered over the head and licked at it. It was a wonderful toy. I
pulled it back down again and sucked it into my mouth, attempting to get it
all inside. I coughed, causing Henry to laugh.

"Careful," he said.

"I swallowed, and tried again, relaxing my throat and letting the head slip
deep inside so that my nose was nestled in the stiff hair. Henry pushed up
and moaned.

"Oh yeah. That feels good!"

I pulled up, licked the head with my tongue then repeated the move. This
time it slipped down my throat a little easier and I swallowed with him in
my throat. He raised his hips up, brought his knees high and spread them
apart. "Oh, Jimmy!" He sighed. "You're gonna make me cum."

"Not yet. This is too nice to be in a hurry." I remembered that when we
played before, he liked it when I played with his hole, so I turned on my
side and moved my face down between his legs and licked at it. He raised
his hips up higher to give me better access.

I looked at his ass hole and noticed that there was a thin circle of stiff
hair around it. I wasn't sure, but I thought I was still bare down there. I
puckered up and kissed it, then licked it wet with my tongue. Henry sucked
in a breath of air and put his hands on my head, "Yesss," he hissed.

I did this several times then ran my finger over it, slipping the tip
inside. From his reaction he seemed to like this, so I pushed my finger
farther inside and wiggled it around. "Do you like that?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Do that some more," he said in a raspy voice, and took my erection
in his hand and stroked me. I was so aroused by now that I was beginning to
drip pre-cum. He rubbed it over the head of my cock, making it
slippery. "Put it in me," he whispered.

"Won't that hurt?" I asked.

"I don't know. Try it."

Willing to try, but reluctant to cause him pain, I knelt between his legs
and rubbed my dick over his hole. He pushed up against me. I milked out a
little more clear slippery ooze and pushed myself against him. Henry
reached down with his hands and spread his cheeks apart. I pushed harder
and began to slip inside him. I watched his face carefully in case he was
showing pain, and my cock head popped inside. He took a quick little breath
but didn't look like he was hurting. He nodded his head and I pushed
harder.

I slid inside him. It was hot, very tight and felt fantastic. Henry tipped
his head back and pulled on my hips to encourage me to continue. I pulled
out a little, then pressed in deeper. After a few such movements, I was
deep inside him, as deep as I could go. I looked at his face. He opened his
eyes, smiled and nodded his head.

At this point I sort of went into autopilot. I was deep inside a hot tight
hole and my instincts took over. I started to move in and out, pumping his
hole with my cock. It was heaven. From Henry's reaction I could see that he
was enjoying it too. "How does that feel?" I asked him.

"It feels full, like I need to poop in a way, but good. When you get in
real deep, there is something that feels really good. It's hard to
explain," he said in a hoarse voice. "Keep doing it."

I needed no encouragement. I was plugged in and did not want to stop. I
looked down at his beautiful cock bouncing up and down, took it in my hand
and began to stroke him. He dripped clear ooze and started to
pant. "Yes. Oh yes. Oh Jimmy!" He gasped and spurted long white strings of
cum over his smooth black skin. That was all I needed.

"I'm gonna shoot!" I warned him.

He held me around my waist to keep me in tight. "Go ahead!" he gasped. I
obliged. I pushed in as deep as my modest size would allow, and gave him
all the sperm I had. When I started to cum, the feeling was so intense that
I froze and felt myself pump inside him. I couldn't move until the orgasm
was over.

I opened my eyes to see Henry smiling at me. "Was it good?" he asked me
quietly.

"That was absolutely amazing," I said breathlessly. "Did I hurt you?"

"It did hurt a little at first, but then it felt good. Weird, but really
good." Then he looked more serious. "You can't ever tell anybody we did
this. This has to be a secret. You understand?"

I lay down across my beautiful friend. "Never. I would never share this
with anybody else. This is just for us. I love you, Henry." I said without
thinking.

It was what I felt, and it was what came out from my mouth. It was not lost
on me that this was more than a statement of close friendship, but I didn't
care. I knew I did love Henry, although I was not sure what that really
meant.

Henry kissed me gently on the cheek. "I love you too, Jimmy. I think I have
since we first met."

We lay in each other's arms perspiring in the warm air, and fell asleep.

It was late in the afternoon when we started back to town. The old grove of
cedars was now a special place for both of us. We parted when we got to
town and each headed to our homes.

It had been a golden summer for us both. I wondered if I would ever know
such happiness again. We had experienced so many things together. We had
fished and gone swimming. We had explored our sexuality and found great
excitement. Our families had come together and built a small bridge for
understanding. We had been victimized by hateful individuals and Henry was
almost killed as a result. Yet last night, we had been protected by the
law. Perhaps things were changing for the better.

For sure, I was convinced that I would never know anybody like Henry again.

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