Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2019 12:54:52 -0500
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Memories of Gettysburg - C6

Preface: This is a love story involving gay youth and adults. There are
vivid descriptions of consentual sex between the characters so the usual
warnings apply.

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the American Civil War. In that regard I have tried to be as accurate as
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			  Memories of Gettysburg

Chapter six

Jordan walked into the kitchen just as the family was preparing to leave
for the weekly devotions.

"By the Lord's grace Jordan I'll swear you're as regular as any clock I
ever knowed.  Just as I'm about to raise a temper cuz you ain't here like
you're supposed to be, you always show up."

Jordan grinned in acknowledgement then raced to his bedroom to change.

The service was absolute proof that disasters can happen in the same place
on consecutive Sundays.  Jordan was still fatigued from his day at the Rose
farm and when you combined that with the nature of the service it was a
recipe for deep slumber.  Ma reached over Joshua several times and poked
Jordan awake.  She finally gave up and let him snooze.

When the lay preacher mercifully reached the announcements he brought
greetings and good wishes from the Reverend Jacobs.  Unfortunately he
admitted the sabbatical was not going well and he needed more time.

The lay preacher added, "He asks that you all respect his privacy and that
you ask no further questions about his...er....condition."

Of course the statement had the opposite affect on the good people of
Gettysburg.  Tongues were wagging everywhere regarding the specific nature
of his 'condition'.  A Mrs. Blount said she knew for a fact that the
reverend was doing penance for stealing church funds for his own use.
Mrs. Folkestone had a cousin in Philadelphia who saw Reverend Jacobs in a
hospital there.  He was dying from a fatal case of consumption.

Two boys in the congregation shared a secret with the Reverend Jacobs.
Both boys wondered if they had a connection with his 'condition'.
Regardless neither Thomas nor Jordan were about to initiate any new
rumours.  The condition remained a mystery.

The way John and Jordan greeted each other Monday morning one would have
thought they had been apart for weeks.  They delighted in recalling the
exploits of the weekend.  When at last they tired of that they discussed
plans for the upcoming weekend.

When John cornered Jordan in a secluded spot in the schoolyard he declared,
"When you sucked me that was the best!  I already shot a bunch of times
since then just thinking about it."

"It was a good present then?" Jordan grinned.

"The absolute best!" John emphasized.  "You have to let me do it to you
this weekend.  Okay?"

Jordan shrugged his shoulders in mock indifference.  "If you want to suck
me that badly who am I to say no?"

"I'm going to make you squirm," John promised.

Miss Clarke did pick on them that week.  "I'm disappointed in your efforts
boys!" she admonished. "As seniors in the class and two of my brightest
students I expect you to set an example for the rest of us."

She was right of course and the boys not only knew it, they were chagrined.
At least while in the classroom they talked less and worked more for the
rest of the week.

Ma decided Joshua could have Ben's bedroom for the duration of the war.
Joshua took it as a form of punishment.

"It ain't fair!" he screamed.  "Why can't I keep my own bed.  They can have
Ben's room."

"But dear," ma explained, "There's only one bed in Ben's room."

Jordan smiled secretly to himself.  One bed was really all they needed.

A cool dense fog shrouded the farm as Jordan arose Saturday morning.  He
wasn't fooled though.  He knew that such conditions usually heralded an
unusually warm day.  He figured the fog would burn off by ten or so.  He
jumped up quickly eager to get the routine chores finished in plenty of
time prior to breakfast.

John arrived right on time just after breakfast.  Jordan noted that his
clothes looked brand new and his hair was nicely parted.

As they put John's horse Sugar out to pasture Jordan remarked, "Ya look
like you're ready for church or something."

"I gotta make a good first impression.  I want your parents to like me as
much as my parents like you. I gotta make sure they ask me back!"

"Hmmm, good idea!" Jordan admitted.

Just like Mrs. Rose the week before, ma was washing dishes as John entered.
She dried her hands quickly and turned to greet John for the first time.

John tipped his head slightly in a partial bow.  He offered his hand and
uttered, "Ma'am."

She smiled graciously and accepted John's handshake.  "Call me
ma. Everybody else does.  So you're the handsome boy that my Jordan never
stops talking about!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well I'm sure my Jordan will be happy to show you about John.  Just be
sure you have a good time this weekend. You hear?"

John remained poker faced.  "I'm here to work ma'am and I'm aiming to work
hard too!"

Ma raised her eyebrows in surprise.  John was making a fine first
impression.

Just then pa entered the room.  Catching sight of John he immediately
walked over to him, his hand outstretched.

"Well ain't you the tall handsome whippersnapper!"

"Yes sir," John replied smartly.

John tried to match the firm grip of Mr. O'Reilly but fell far short.

"I hope you are ready to work John.  I've got a big job for the two of you
today."

The harvesting of the crops had been progressing well on the O'Reilly farm.
So well that pa had decided to spend a few days concentrating on
replenishing the winter woodpile.  A cold hard winter lay ahead and there
was still much to be done.  The O'Reilly bush was large enough that pa
culled only dead trees preferring the hard wood the oaks and maples
provided.

The boys rode out to the bush in a large waggon drawn by two Percherons. Pa
pointed to a trail of cut trees leading deep into the bush.

"I cut these trees down yesterday.  Your job is to cut the logs into pieces
we can split later.  I'm going to leave you boys here while I make my
weekly jaunt to town.  I'll be back later to help you load what you've cut
into the waggon."

Pa extracted a two man band saw from the waggon and handed it to Jordan.
It came with no instructions.  A tip of his hat and pa was striding back to
the house.

John stared at the band saw, "You ever work one of these things before
Jordan?"

"Nope!"

"Me neither!"

John placed the saw on the target log and they took their positions on
either side.

"On the count of three," John directed.  "One, two, three!"

Both boys pulled with all their might and the blade refused to move.
Laughing hard they knew their mistake and began again.  This time the blade
began to bite into the log albeit very slowly.  Each exerted as much effort
as they could trying to dominate the action.  Much of the effort by one was
still being negated by the effort of the other.

When the first slice finally fell John commented, "There has to be a better
way."

Jordan suggested, "Why don't I pull and you just follow.  Then you pull and
I'll follow."

They tried it and the results were dramatic.  The second slice fell away in
no time and the boys cheered in triumph.  The boys developed a steady
rhythm and the entire log soon lay in pieces.

"Well that was easy," John laughed.

"Yeah, once you know how!" Jordan added.

Just as the previous week the boys were in their element.  They kept
pushing each other to go faster.  It didn't matter that they were working
hard.  The important thing was they were together having the time of their
young lives.  They enjoyed each others company to the fullest.  Soon every
log in the area of the waggon had been dispatched.  Sweat was beading on
John's forehead and running down Jordan's chest.

"Time for a break," Jordan puffed.

"No, not yet," John insisted.  "We gotta load the logs onto the waggon.
I'm hoping we have it filled before your pa returns."

"Are you crazy?  Do you know how much wood that is? Jordan exclaimed.

"Look," John explained, "You pushed me last week and made my pa real happy.
I'm pushing you this week so's your pa will be happy too."

Jordan understood John's logic.  They stared at each other in mutual
admiration.  Theirs was a bond that was becoming so deep that only two
twelve year old gay lovers could understand it.  John's commitment gave
Jordan new vigour.  He began to throw the logs into the cart with reckless
abandon.  John stood beside him matching log for log.  Except for piles of
sawdust here and there the area was swept clean.

Jordan took the reins and moved the waggon on to the next cache of logs.
The process was repeated and the waggon began to fill nicely.  They stopped
only when ma and Joshua arrived with a pitcher of refreshment and a plate
of sandwiches.

Ma took one look at the impressive load and declared, "Land sakes Jordan
you haven't worked as hard in a month of Sundays!"

The boys broke up recalling Mrs. Rose saying the exact same thing the
previous week.

"Look at ya," she continued, "I ain't never see ya so sweaty.  Good thing I
brought this with me."

She reached into her apron and withdrew a bar of soap and handed it to her
son.

"What's this for ma?"

"I don't want you boys commin into my kitchen lookin like you are.  When
you're finished why don't you boys go to the swimmin hole and clean up
proper like."

Taking John skinny dipping happened to be on Jordan's to do list that
weekend so ma's suggestion was just dandy with him.

With John pushing once more the boys returned to the task.  At intervals
the boys drove the waggon deeper and deeper into the woods.  They reached a
point where Jordan could find no more logs.

"Well I guess that's it then" John reckoned.  "Yup you got the last one!" a
voice agreed.

The boys spun around to face a smiling Mr. O'Reilly.

"I can't believe what I see. I reckoned the job would take the three of us
a day and a half to finish.  Instead you boys got it finished by yourselves
in less than a day.  I am amazed!"

Jordan hugged his pa.  It was a special moment.

"I'm guessing you'll be wanting the rest of the day of then?"

"It's up to you sir," John said politely.

"Go on then," pa chuckled.  "I'll see you at supper time."

With a burst of hidden energy Jordan raced through the woods leading John
to the swimming hole.  The boys couldn't get their clothes off fast enough.
Jordan was agog with excitement, excitement caused by the opportunity to
show off the pool to John as well as in seeing him naked once more. Didn't
John know he was the most handsome boy in the entire state?

The boys turned the water to a froth jumping, splashing, and even swimming.
Of course you could only swim a few strokes before you reached the other
side.  That didn't stop John from organizing a swim race.  John got to say
'go' and not so strangely he won.  Jordan then organized a crazy jump
contest.  Since it was Jordan's idea he got to choose the winner.  Jordan
won that.

As last week all the exertion began to take its toll.  The boys met in
waist deep water and held onto each other for support while they caught
their breath.  The hold gradually morphed into a full body hug.  They
peered deep into each others eyes and their lips slowly meshed.  They
kissed for over a minute before breaking apart.

"You're the best friend I could ever hope for," John declared.

"No," Jordan corrected, "I'm the lucky one."

They might only have been twelve but the love they felt that day was as
real as any love could be.

Eventually Jordan whispered, "I know my parents are mighty happy with you
right now John.  Let's not spoil it by being late for supper."

"You're right," John concurred.

Jordan out of politeness handed the bar of soap to John expecting him to
clean up first.  John accepted the bar only to begin soaping Jordan's body
instead of his own.  Using both hands and probing fingers John began at
Jordan's neck and worked slowly downwards.  To Jordan it felt like a
sensuous massage.  The fingers explored gently with a touch here and
another there.  Jordan closed his eyes for a moment.  A sigh of contentment
escaped his lips.  His organ always in a state of arousal when near John
now ached almost to the point of being painful.

"I love the feel of your body," John panted, "It's so smooth."  When John
reached his waist Jordan held his breathe expecting at any moment to feel
John's soapy hands exploring his package. Instead he was teased.

"Turn around," John demanded, "I want to save the best for last."

He began at the neck again. Slowly working down he reached Jordan's
buttocks.  This time he didn't hesitate in moving on.  He felt soapy
fingers invade the hidden depths.

"Ohhh geeeez," Jordan uttered.

"Feels good huh?"

"Oh yes!" Jordan gushed.

Now invading Jordan's front once more John gently grasped his scrotum and
kneading the testes he soaped the area thoroughly.  Jordan spread his legs
a little further permitting John full access.  Closing his eyes he felt
John's probing hands soaping his erection from top to bottom.  John reached
up and gave Jordan an affectionate kiss before before grasping the skin
more firmly and commencing a pumping action.  Jordan had found the whole
scene so erotic he was beside himself in sexual arousal.  Several moans
escaped his lips. John applied more soap and increased the friction.  Each
moan seemed to urge John on to greater energies.  Jordan finally lunged
forward grasping John around his neck.  His seed erupted cascading down
John's stomach.  They hugged and kissed once more.

"Oh geez, that was special!" Jordan gushed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," John grinned.

Of course the whole procedure was repeated step by step with John as the
recipient this time.  Like Jordan by the time his cock was soaped he was in
an extreme state of arousal.  It took but a few pumps before he anointed
Jordan's chest.

"I love getting you off!" Jordan admitted.

"And I love it when you get me off!" John replied.

Sexually satisfied, at least for the moment, the boys finished cleaning and
then dove into the deeper water to rinse off.  Now with arms wrapped around
each others shoulders they marched to the house. Jordan had had every
intention of sharing Ben's Hideaway with John.  Now with everything that
had happened he decided to keep the secret for now.

Jordan didn't know whether it was because of the guest or not but ma had
gone out of her way to make the best meal she could.  The plates were piled
high with tasty pot roast, fresh corn, roasted potatoes and onion gravy.
John's compliments were hardly faked.

"This food is the greatest Mrs. O'Reilly. I can't remember the last time I
ate so much..

As pa picked up a bowl and helped himself to more corn he commented, "I'm
very impressed with you John.  You are a very polite and handsome young man
and an excellent farm hand.  You are welcome in my house any time you care
to visit!"  John grinned as wide a grin as it was possible to make.  "Thank
you Mr. O"Reilly. I do really enjoy being here with you all."

The grin continued as his eyes met those of Jordan's. Both knew how
important pa's statement had been to them.

Pa then retrieved another of Ben's letters that he had gotten in town that
day.  The family and John gathered to listen.  Ben it seemed was excited
again.  He'd done so well at artillery school that he received his first
promotion.  It was his job now to make sure the trajectory was correct and
that the cannon was loaded with the correct shell.  The main cause of his
excitement though was that the army was about to move.

"We are going to the banks of the Potomac River near Washington," pa read.
"I figure we are there to protect the capital just in case the rebs get too
cheeky.  Also we will be ready to cross the river into Virginia when we get
called upon."

Pa folded the letter and placed it on the table.  "I reckon the war should
start any time now," pa reasoned, "Lincoln's getting no where with his
talks.  Ben should be home by Christmas, Spring at the latest."

"Yeah!" Joshua cried.

"He'd better be," ma concluded.

John didn't take his open invitation to return lightly.  He pleased ma to
no end by not only clearing the table but by helping with the washing too.
Somewhat reluctantly Jordan figured he'd better join in too.

"John, I do declare you are going to make some lucky girl one fine husband
one day," she muttered.

John nodded politely, "Yes ma'am."

The family settled into their usual quiet Saturday evening routine.  Pa sat
in his favourite chair and pulled out his pipe.  He didn't smoke too often,
usually only when he was worried or had some deep thinking to do.  Whatever
his concerns were he wasn't about to share them with his family.  Ma
settled into her chair and continued to knit winter socks.  Rarely indeed
did you ever catch ma not doing something useful about the house.  Joshua
was the only one making noise.  He had his toy soldiers out and was deeply
engrossed in his new favourite game of war.  Between the sounds of muskets,
cannons and exploding shells all emanating from his mouth, he made it
obvious what side he was on.  In Joshua's world the rebs couldn't even win
a skirmish.  Jordan often read at this time but he thought it rude to do so
with John present.  Instead the two of them sat quietly just observing.

Ma eventually put her knitting down and announced, "Joshua, it's time for
your bath. Get ready while I prepare the tub."

Ma strode to the kitchen as Joshua retired to the bedroom.  Moments later
Joshua reappeared prancing through the living room as naked as a plucked
chicken. John's presence had no effect on Joshua.  John on the other hand
sat there with raised eyebrows.

Ma figured with their earlier cleaning neither boy needed a bath.  Instead
with a goodnight to each member of the house the boys excused themselves to
the bedroom.

The boys were in no hurry to get to bed.  Instead they sat one to a bed and
talked.

"Boy you got a real nice family," John commented.

"I like em," Jordan smiled.  Too bad you can't meet Ben."

"But I have met Ben," John protested.

"How could you have? He's in the army."

"But I did," John reminded him.  "Wasn't he the big brother that dragged
you around back in grade three?"

"Of course," Jordan laughed.

"I like Joshua too," John added, "He's got a great little ass don't he?"

"Yeah, he's a good brother most of the time. But he's a pain sometimes too,
especially when I take him skinny dipping."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!  He likes to yank your cock when you least expect it."

"How many times does he yank it?" John giggled.

"Don't get no ideas John.  He's only eight you know."

"I'm just kidding," John confirmed.

The boys continued to talk touching on many topics.  They agreed on most
every topic until they discussed except for the impending war.

"Our family doesn't believe in fighting," John proclaimed.  "Pa says the
two sides should keep talking until they find a solution."

Jordan thought about that for a minute before asking, "What would you do if
some rebs attacked your farm?"

John thought a moment and then shrugged his shoulders.  "I dunno.  I guess
we'd hole up somewheres and come out when the fighting is done."

"If I figured you were in any trouble I'd come and get you John.  That's
for sure."

"You'd risk your life for me Jordan?"

"For sure I would!" Jordan confirmed.  John looked deep into Jordan's soul
and expressed the way he felt.  "You are the best friend a boy could ever
have."

Somehow both boys knew that more sex at this juncture would demean the
pledge that Jordan had just made.  Besides the boys were exhausted by the
day's activities.  Instead they both stripped and crawled into one bed.

John tenderly wrapped his arms around Jordan and whispered once again, "I
love you Jordan!"

"Ditto in spades!" Jordan replied.

Within five minutes they were fast asleep.

It was ma banging on a pot that woke the boys up in the morning.

"Oh gosh, c'mon John," Jordan urged, "We're late!"

It was always a rush for the family to get ready for church on time.
Jordan's tardiness didn't help.  John, as thoughtful as ever, helped Jordan
quickly get the chores done.

"You'd do the same for me," he claimed.

John attended a different church from the O'Reillys so he soon set off with
Sugar to find his own family.  The O'Reillys as was their habit mounted
their carriage and set off down the Emmitsburgh Road.

The lay preacher was doing a fine job of driving the congregation away for
Jordan noted there were far too many empty pews this week.  The sermon was
actually a little better.  Only half the audience fell asleep.  He then
proceeded to shock everyone including Jordan by announcing that the
Reverend Jacobs would not be returning!  A new Reverend would be assuming
the duties next week.  It was confirmed.  Jordan would never see the
Reverend Jacobs again.

Jordan with John's regular assistance continued to work hard to bring in
the crops. By late October the job was done.  It was time for pa to take a
well earned rest.

The Reverend Mason quickly won over the hearts of his new flock.  He was a
small thin man with thick glasses but he had a booming voice and a
wonderful way with words.  His sermons were spellbinding and the pews soon
filled to overflowing.  The O'Reillys learned they had to come early to
find a decent pew.  In the entire congregation it seemed there was but one
person who preferred the Reverend Jacobs ahead of the Reverend Mason.
You'd be right if you guessed that person was Jordan.

Jordan's relationship with John continued to evolve.  They began to visit
each other so often they viewed each others abode as a second home.  Each
had a blanket invitation.  Each set of parents on more than one occasion
expressed the idea that the visitor was like another son in their family.

It was a cold blustery November day when at last Jordan decided to reveal
Ben's Hideaway.  Jordan lured John into the woods with the promise of a
warm adventure.

"We ain't going swimming I hope," an impatient John enquired, "I ain't
going to freeze my balls off!"  "Nope!" is all Jordan would admit to.

Jordan deliberately allowed John to get ahead as they passed the cave.  He
ducked into the hole and waited silently.

Of course it wasn't long before John began to yell.  "Jordan, where are
ya?"

"I'm right here," Jordan replied.

John's voice was closer now.  In fact he was but a few feet from Jordan.
"Where? I still can't see ya."

Jordan's muffled voice responded, "Look at your feet.  C'mon.  Crawl in!"

John's head appeared in the entrance-way.  By now Jordan had lit the lamp
and John could easily see the entire cave.  He was stunned.

"What the..? he started.  He crawled in, then stood beside Jordan his head
on a swivel looking everywhere. "This is unbelievable!" he whispered in
awe.

"It's great ain't it," Jordan agreed.

John spent the next few minutes scrambling from side to side and back to
front.  "Wow! This is way better then Devils Den," he decided.  "Look at
all the stuff you got here too; a table, a bed, a lamp, dishes.  You could
live here if you had to.  What a hide out!"

"Welcome to Ben's Hideaway," Jordan proclaimed.

John stared upwards at the various light patterns bouncing off the rocks
high above their heads.  "Wow!" he said again.

Jordan smiled and commented, "You can take your coat off now if ya want.
It's warm in here.  And if you want it warmer we can light a fire."

"Won't it get too smokey?"

"Watch," Jordan told him.

Jordan gathered a few sticks from a waiting store pile and arranged them in
a teepee fashion in the fire hearth.  Flames were soon shooting upwards.  A
column of thick smoke appeared above the flames.  The smoke behaved as if
in a confined chimney rising straight up and disappearing among the myriad
of rock slabs high over their heads.

"Double wow!" John laughed.

Jordan threw a few logs on the fire and the cave was soon sweltering.

With a look that was closer to a leer than a smile Jordan oozed, "It's
getting awfully warm in here. Why...er...don't we get comfortable?"

Even as he began to strip John declared,"Ah ha! Now I understand.  You
lured me in here so that you could attack me, right?"

"I don't see you stopping me," Jordan countered.

The stripping continued until both boys stood naked before the other.
There was always a hesitation at this point.  Jordan and John always
enjoyed a moment to drink in the beauty of each others body.  Both
youngsters could feel their sexual juices stirring.

"You're like a God," declared John breathing heavily.

Jordan always disagreed. "No I'm not, but you sure are!"

The boys drifted to the bed and collapsed on to it.  John spread his legs
apart and Jordan climbed up between them.  John was offering his member to
Jordan and Jordan was taking every advantage of it.  He loved to completely
uncover the glans and revel in the soft mauves of the cock head, the deeper
reddish purples at the edges of the helmet and the soft reds and pinks in
the skin just below.  He reached in and licked it.

"Shit, that feels sooo good!" John purred.

"Do ya wanna get sucked off right now?" Jordan enquired

"Sure but I wanna try sucking you too.  It's only fair.  Why don't we do it
together?"

They assumed a sixty-nine position and devoured each other with gusto.
John was improving and only once did Jordan have to remind him to keep his
teeth out of it.  Jordan couldn't get enough of John's cock.  He swirled
his tongue and lips again and again over that perfect cock head As usual it
was John that began to squirm and moan first.

John lifted off Jordan to announce, "I'm coming, I'm coming.  I'm going to
shoot!" he warned.

Jordan made an instant decision to hang on.  In his mind it was another way
he could show how much he loved him.  He felt the first pulse strike the
back of his mouth.  Jordan continued to suck.

"Ohhhh Christ, what a feeling," John exuded.

Meanwhile Jordan was savouring the taste of John's watery offering in his
mouth.  "It tastes okay," he offered, "Pretty good in fact!"

John's cock began to soften in Jordan's hands.  It was still a thing of
beauty to Jordan.

"I gotta finish ya," John reminded him.

With that John combined a series of pumps with heavy loud slurping on his
glans.  The heavy abuse soon had its effect and Jordan began to cry out.

"Its happening!" he moaned.

John dove down quickly and hung on as Jordan let go.  Jordan let go with
yet another cry of ultimate pleasure as he continued to fire his load into
John's mouth.  The feeling rose to new heights in Jordan's young sex life.

"Yours tastes pretty good too!" John declared.

The deal was sealed.  Sucking each other off became their most favourite
mode of pleasuring each other.  Never again did they allow a drop of nectar
to fall to the ground.  Even through the snows of winter the boys carved a
well used trail to Ben's Hideaway.

Fall turned to winter and both the North and South continued to hold their
breath.  Ben's letters continued to arrive each week.  The excitement he
felt earlier gradually changed to boredom.  He was not coming home for
Christmas.

Both John and Jordan celebrated their thirteenth birthdays just a week
apart.  Jordan hated his birthday being so close to Christmas but such is
life.  John bought Jordan a book about the wild west.  Jordan bought John a
pocket knife.

Christmas was soon upon them.  Joshua upset ma no end when he declared he
didn't believe in Santa Clause anymore.

"Land sakes," ma declared, "My boys are near all growed up!"

The whole family trekked into the bush to select their Christmas tree.
Everyone then joined in making decorations and placing them on the tree.
Jordan spent two days in the bush before he spotted Christmas dinner in the
form of a big fat turkey.  Ma's Christmas feast was legendary.  Jordan
especially loved ma's stuffing.  It was a new food group all on its own.
Add to that the roast potatoes, the steamed carrots, the wild mint jelly
and the turkey gravy and you had a feast fit for a president. Jordan was
left with great memories after it was over.

The New Year quickly followed as New Years always do.  Jordan spent the day
at the Rose farm, much of it with his arm around his best friend,

"You know," John stated quietly, "I believe this is going to be a very
interesting year."

It was January first, eighteen hundred and sixty-one.


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