Date: Sun, 29 May 2022 16:48:33 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Twelve Year Old Tyler, Chapter 2

HOLA PEEPS!!

Finally got a chance to write a second chapter, on this story, my
apologies, I have been dead busy at work with almost no free time this
week. Hope I'm forgiven? Haha.

Your continuous feedback is SO appreciated!! Seriously you just love seeing
a bunch of emails when a story is submitted, saying how much y'all enjoyed
it.

It makes writing WORTH it so much more!!

Please enjoy, and thanks for reading xx

Peace and love,
Ryan


TWELVE-YEAR-OLD TYLER
CHAPTER TWO
By Ryan White

"Wanna play some ball?"

Tyler swung around from where he was watching TV, the humongous big ass TV
that Kyle and his family owned, so much bigger and so much clearer than the
TV's that he remembered from 2002.

These days, he couldn't get enough of a certain show called The Suite Life
on Deck, where there were these insanely cute two blond kids about his age,
or what he felt was his age, starring in the sitcom...and oh my GOSH, they
were something else. Every time that he watched an episode, a feeling of
warmth and excitement seemed to spread through him as he laid his eyes on
the handsome as hell Sprouse twins.

As he switched his view from the TV towards whoever had spoken to him, he
saw that Kyle...no...no! It wasn't Kyle, for what felt like the millionth
time...it was his son, Frankie!

God...three and a half months since Tyler had woken up from his
twenty-year-old coma and he still couldn't fathom that he had no parents,
both tragically passing away in the time that he was in said coma, but even
more, that his best friend, the one boy on whom he ever had a crush over,
Kyle, was now an adult. No shit, he was a fucking surgeon!

It seemed just so...unreal, and not something that Tyler wanted to think
about.

What's ever more fucked up was that Kyle had eventually gone on and married
his childhood sweetheart Kimberley, and Tyler had a hard time coming to
grips that the biggest bitch in their school year was now a hard-working
mother and a loyal wife to her family.

But the cherry on the cake...and this is what was truly
fascinating...Frankie was the god damn spitting image of his father when he
himself was twelve years old. It was so insane; it couldn't be more written
if someone had tried.

And it didn't help AT ALL, that Frankie was just as handsome, just as cute
as a button, just as muscled...as his dad was twenty years ago. Even in his
coma induced brain, Tyler knew that he was now, technically, thirty-two
years old. And even if he didn't remember twenty years of his life, he sure
as hell knew that men his age, definitely weren't supposed to be attracted
to twelve-year-old boys like Frankie any more.

Tyler sighed, as he stood up and faced Frankie. He was still twelve years
old inside his head and inside his heart! He couldn't help it! Every time
he was even as much as near Frankie, all those feelings he felt towards his
father just resurfaced like to was the most natural thing on this earth.

The boy was dressed in his school's soccer gear, the very same school he
had attended, and Tyler remembered that Kyle told him that just like
himself and Tyler was back in the day, Frankie was now centre forward for
the school's team, the exact same position that Tyler had played in.

"Hello? Earth to grown dude in a kid's body...!"

Tyler smirked and with just sheer instinct, he grabbed one of the couch
cushions and threw it towards Frankie, who caught it in mid air and cackled
in total and utter laughter.

"Gotta be quicker than that, old man! Come on, lets go have a game with the
boys in the park! My dad told me you were this crazy ass striker back when
you guys were young and shit, you wanna come along and prove it?"

In Tyler's hindsight, he suddenly had what could only be called a semi
epiphany...suddenly he felt himself relieve the injury he suffered, bits
and snippets of that horrible day flashed through his mind like a film of
noir.

How that idiot boy, who had been personally attacking him all game, how the
referee seemed not to wanna do anything against the high tackles said boy
was getting into him, how the goalkeeper of the opposite team slipped as he
attempted to clear the ball, how it was wide fucking open and all that
Tyler had to do to win the game, was to kick it into the back of the net...

...only to be rugby tackled in such a horrific manner that he had spun in
mid-air for a few seconds, before hitting his head hard, incredibly hard,
on the playing surface...from where, the coma that he had been in until
only three months ago.

"What, are you scared?" Frankie taunted him, but Tyler knew that it was
just banter, nothing malicious.

Even though he had tried his best to keep away from Frankie, because he
didn't know how to cope with what he was feeling towards the boy, the two
of them had managed to get along just fine, but this was the first time
that Frankie had invited him to go and play soccer with his buddies.

"No, I'm not scared, I'd love to play...it's just...well, the last time I
played...you know what happened," Tyler muttered, sticking his hands inside
the pockets of his shorts and looked down at the carpet on the floor.

Once more, twelve-year-old Frankie couldn't believe how much this dude who
was his father's best friend, and who was his dad's age, how much he
resembled what he actually was...a fellow twelve-year-old boy!

The way Tyler spoke, the way he walked, the way he ate, the way he lived
his life, was all through the eyes of someone much younger than his body
was showing to the public eye, and where it had freaked him out at first,
the more fascinating it now was.

"Dude, I get it, but I promise no one is gonna hurt you. Not when I'm
there. Okay? Anyway, my dad will kill me if anything happens to you, so
there's that. Come on! You coming or not?"

Tyler looked up at Frankie...and Jesus...that look on the boy's face, full
of lust and a passion of life and sport, was so much like Kyle's had
been...and those exposed biceps was just something else as well, the cute
freckles that was shattered across his nose and upper cheeks...those
beautiful blue eyes that was now drilling through his own in searching for
an answer.

"Deal. Let's go!" Tyler shouted at the top of his voice, so much so that
Frankie just shook his head, and headed the ball across the room towards
Tyler, who caught it with his feet, with amazingly accurate precision and
eye co-ordination.

Frankie's eyes widened just a tad as Tyler gave him a real show of how kids
were keeping themselves busy with a soccer ball for hours on end some
twenty years ago...before he carefully slid the ball back towards Frankie.

"Oh wow...dude...how the fuck are you so good?" he asked, with nothing but
awe inside his eyes.

Tyler smiled happily, whilst his heart swelled at the words from the boy he
was liking and getting attracted to more and more by the day.

"Who's the old man now, huh? We going, or what?"

Together, both adult and child run out of the house, as if they were trying
to see who was the fastest between the two, and they were off towards the
park, whilst complete and utter childish laughter of pure abundance could
be heard across the street.

**

"What is the freak doing here?"

"Jesus, Brandon! I told you not to call him that!"

"He's a grown up, Frankie...he should be at work with the rest of the
grownups, not here with us playing soccer!"

Frankie ran his fingers through his sweaty jet-black hair and sighed. He
knew bringing Tyler with him, might cause some anger with his friends, but
he didn't know that Brandon would take it so personally.

Since they arrived, Tyler had more than shown what a capable soccer player
he was, as he had already scored two goals for his "team". All of them had
been dividing themselves into shirts and skins, of which Tyler had also had
assisted one goal so far, scored by Frankie.

Brandon, probably used to all the accolades and all the attention on the
soccer field as a fellow striker, well, let's just say, he didn't like
that. Frankie had a lot of patience and a lot of loyalty towards Brandon as
they had been friends for yonks, but there was also just so much of his
moaning that he could take.

"Dude, he's scoring goals for fun! He's a great ass soccer player! What's
your problem? He can't help that he was in a coma for twenty years! Inside
his brain, he's still twelve years old, just like us! Can't you do math or
something?"

Brandon pumped out his chest and looked towards Tyler with nothing but
sheer pre-teen disgust and distain inside his eyes. He then turned back
towards Frankie.

"Why not just let him back into school then? Then your new best friend can
be on that team too! We'll see what my parents say about that! I've always
been on YOUR team, even when we were kids and now all of a sudden, you're
choosing that freak over me?" he sneered.

"What? I didn't choose anyone over you! Me and you are tight, homie, always
have been...I really don't get you right now!"

Brandon smirked, looked one more time over at Tyler, and he spat on the
muddy grass... before he ran back towards his group on the left side of the
pitch. Frankie wiped the sweat from his forehead and morbidly walked back
to his own team, which was on the right.

"Are you really our age? But like...how?" he heard some of his buddies
pound poor Tyler with question, after question.

"It's called being in coma, guys. You don't wanna go through that, ever,
trust me!" Tyler answered back, throwing up the soccer ball and balancing
it perfectly on his head without it ever falling off the sides.

"So, you've been in a coma all this time? So, you are still a virgin?"

The ball FINALLY fell off.

Both Tyler and Frankie looked at the boy who had asked that, their mouths
wide open whilst the others snickered...albeit an innocent question, but
neither knew what to answer. Finally, Tyler cleared his throat and kicked
the ball over to Frankie.

"You can't talk, dude. You're still a virgin yourself."

The entire group except Tyler burst out in sudden shrieks of laughter, even
the boy who had just been roasted couldn't stop laughing and holding his
stomach.

When the laughter died down Tyler frowned and said...

"What's a virgin?"

If the laughter had been bad before, it was literally uncontrollable
now. Two of the boys were on the ground, pounding the wet grass in total
and utter giggles, and even Frankie struggled to keep a straight face as he
suddenly and just out of instinct, placed his arm around Tyler's midriff,
simply because he couldn't reach his shoulders.

"Stick to soccer, dude..." he said, with a twinkle in his eye, looking up
towards Tyler's own chocolate brown eyes, and suddenly noticing an
incredible vulnerability inside them.

Once more, it hit him with a right smack inside his balls just how much
Tyler didn't know, just how much he had missed out on...how horrible and
insane it must be to feel twelve years of age when in reality, he was
twenty years older.

He couldn't imagine it. Not for one second.

The game between the two sets of friends went on for another hour, with
Tyler scoring one more goal, but after that, choosing to rather set up
Frankie for the goals, getting three assists for the boy to score a
fantastic hattrick. In the end, the group containing Tyler and Frankie won
by 7 goals to three, a score that only happened when pre-teens play the
game in a muddy park, that was for sure.

Frankie fist bumped everyone on his team, and then finally he came face to
face with Tyler, and he held out his fist. For a few seconds, it was like
Tyler didn't know what to do, or how to react. Then, it was like a memory
had clicked inside his brain, realising what he had seen the other's do,
and he clumsily pressed his first towards, and finally onto that of
Frankie.

Electricity, sheer raw threads of voltage seemed to spurt within Tyler's
veins as he felt Frankie's skin on his own, and for a freak moment, he
could have sworn that Frankie had felt it too...his eyes were wide and his
mouth was half open...as the handsome boy stared at their fist pressed
tightly together, before looking up towards Tyler himself...as if in a
sudden trance.

"Get a room you two!" some of the boy's shouted, eliciting even more
laughter among the group, and the two immediately removed their hands from
each other, neither one wanting to look at the other right then, and
instead, Frankie left Tyler were he was, and ran over towards Brandon.

"You wanna sleep over tonight? We can...you know..." he whispered, making
sure that no one else could hear them, before looking anxiously at his best
friend.

Brandon wanted to agree, but at the last moment, his attention fell onto
Tyler, all alone, a few feet away from them, looking like he had just been
struck by lightening, and he shook his head.

"Not whilst the freak is gonna be there! What if he walks in on us?"

Frankie rolled his eyes, grabbed Brandon's arm and pulled him a little
further away from the rest of the group.

"Why would he? And stop calling him a fucking freak! He's like my dad's BFF
from way back, if he hears you calling Tyler that, he's literally gonna ban
you from ever coming over again! And I can't...come on man...you can't let
that happen!"

Brandon's eyes softened a little, and as always, when he was near Frankie,
his life long bestie, a warmth of note spread through his heart as well as
his chest. He so much wanted to take Frankie's hand inside his own right
there and then, but he knew it was impossible with so many kids and that
freak around.

"Okay, whatever. I'll keep quiet and come over. But I still don't like
him," he said, getting a sexy ass smile from Frankie in return for his
efforts.

**

Tyler shook awake.

His entire upper chest was heaving like crazy. Sweat was running from his
forehead like a bloody fountain and he reached over urgently towards the
glass of water that was next to him on the bedside table. He took a few
gulps of the cool liquid, before forcing himself to calm down.

He had a nightmare...he couldn't remember what it was about at that moment,
but all that he could place was it was awful. He was still shaking
slightly, when he stood up and took off the shirt he was wearing to sleep
in. Half of it was soaked in sweat and he swore silently. He had no fucking
idea how to work a washing machine from the year 2022, so he'd have to ask
Kyle to help him and that's exactly what he didn't wanna do.

Kyle has been nothing but supportive to him ever since he woke up and
always wanted to help and always asked if Tyler was okay, but it seemed
that Kimberley always had a scowl on her face when he did so.

And to be honest...the spark of platonic friendship that had once been
between himself and Kyle, was gone. It was sad, but it was true...There was
nothing left from his side...all jokes were there, the "do you remember"
tales from way back, but apart from that, he and Kyle had absolutely
nothing in common. That stark realization hurt him more than he ever
thought it would.

For the first time in a while, Tyler turned towards the mirror and looked
at his physique. He would literally kill for a six pack like Kyle
had. Instead, as a result of being comatose for twenty years, it was a
skinny ass thirty-two-year-old man looking back at him.

There were a few features he could make out from his twelve-year-old
self...the nose was still the same, his eyes haven't changed, but apart
from that...he hardly recognized the man he had become. Why...why did this
have to happen, and why to HIM!

Really, if he EVER, EVER found the boy who did this to him, that idiot
fucker back in 2002, he didn't know what he would do.

Well, he couldn't just leave the wet shirt here laying around, I mean,
Kimberley already had a go at him for just accidently breaking a cup the
previous week, so he opened his room door and quietly as he could, he tip
toed towards the bathroom. The least he could do, he supposed, was to place
the shirt in the laundry basket.

He had to, however, pass Frankie's room in order to get to the bathroom and
the last thing he wanted to do was to wake him.

His heart fluttered when he thought of him...he didn't exactly know if they
were friends at this point or not...they were getting along just fine, and
that was because in their hearts and minds, they were the exact same
age...but not in reality and NOT biologically.

Tyler clenched his teeth and held his breath as he sneaked past the room,
but not before he heard...

"Ah geez...fucking hell...man...you're so good at that..."

Tyler froze.

He might have been in a coma for twenty years, but even he knew those was
no ordinary words being said. A further moan coming from Frankie's room
confirmed that there was something very weird going on.

"Stop being so loud, you want the freak to hear?"

Tyler's fists balled. He knew that Brandon was sleeping over tonight and
that's why he went to bed early, because he was at his wit's end being
called a freak...nevertheless, he tip toed closed to the door and, just
like any curious twelve year old boy would, he tried to listen as carefully
as he could.

Sounds...strange slurping sounds could he heard faintly as his cock was
beginning to plump up ever so slowly. Tyler groaned inwardly as his now
adult dick sky rocketed inside his shorts, and if anyone were to see him
right now, there would be no way he could hide his seven-inch organ...he
quickly looked to his left, and then his right, but there was no one in the
corridor apart from him.

"Suck me...suck me...fuck yeah dude..."

Tyler's cock was no doubt reacting to the words, but he didn't know what it
actually meant. He knew it probably had something to do with sex
but...JESUS!

It was Brandon in there! The thought never occurred to him...Frankie was
doing this...with another boy!

Tyler's eyes, now as wide as saucers, held his hand before his mouth as he
tried to process what was going on. Was Brandon giving Tyler a blowjob? He
had heard of those things, but never before actually SEEN it...all he could
remember was that in his timeline, people used to say "suck my dick" and
that was called a blowjob...

Was Frankie gay? Was Brandon gay? Both of them sure didn't LOOK gay? But
then again, Tyler had no idea how a gay person even would look.

"Dude, I'm gonna blow! Get off, I said I'm gonna blow!"

Tyler listened in more closely, with the classic bed springs bouncing could
now be clearly heard. His cock as stiff and hard as if had ever been, he
heard a massive inward grunt from someone, which he imagined would have
been Frankie, followed by several "hmm" sounds which must have been
Brandon.

Was he...and Tyler felt kinda nauseous about the sheer thought...was he
actually drinking...tasting Tyler's cum?

"Jesus...Jesus...come here...fucking get up here..." he could hear Tyler
whisper urgently, following by the creaking sound of a mattress and
then...and for some reason what he heard next sent a shiver of sadness
across his entire body...

...he clearly heard some kissing going on. It was literally unmistakable. A
blind man in New Jersey would be able to identify that sound. The kissing
went on from about a minute or so, before everything was quiet.

"You're so hot, dude...you're so sexy, Frankie..."

Tyler had enough.

He didn't actually wanna hear what Frankie replied, or even if he did
reply. He simply just didn't wanna be there anymore. He squeezed the wet
shirt, still balled tightly inside his fist hard, before he spat off
towards the bathroom. He didn't even bother to switch on the lights as he
quickly closed the door...as a mass of depression managed to sink over him.

Why he felt so...so incredibly sad and depressed at what he had just heard,
he didn't know, and he didn't care.

Brandon...that fucking jerk was able to do whatever he wanted with Frankie,
but he couldn't...the thought perished before his eyes. The realization
that he was jealous...he was actually jealous of Brandon being able and
being LEGAL to do that stuff with Frankie was hurting him and badly so.

He felt tears well up in his eyes, and he angrily wiped them
away. This...this whole entire fucking saga had cost him EVERYTHING!

His parents were gone. His best friend from since kindergarten and himself
had nothing more in common and his wife couldn't stand Tyler being there,
he just knew it...

...but he thought he had made a real friend in Frankie...who looked so much
like the young Kyle of his timeline, the Kyle that he remembered so well,
the boy who he had the BIGGEST crush on and he didn't even know it until
this day...

...and all because some bastard on the soccer field wanted to show off and
be a brat that day.

If it wasn't for that boy...whoever he was...none of this would have
happened. He would have LIVED these past twenty years. He would have the
brain and the mind of a thirty-two-year-old. He would probably still be gay
but he would be attracted to men of his own age...not twelve-year-old boys.

The bathroom suddenly and unexpectedly light switched on, drowning Tyler in
sudden light, and around the corner of the door, there was Frankie.

My god...he was shirtless and only wearing shorts, just like Tyler was at
that moment and time. Both stared at each other in total confusion before
Tyler held up the shirt as if he wanted to prove why he was in the
bathroom.

"Had a nightmare. It's soaked. You're gonna have to show me how this
machine works tomorrow," he said quickly, before opening the door of said
washing machine and placing the shirt inside as quick as he could.

There was caution inside Frankie's eyes at first, as if he KNEW that Tyler
had overheard something he shouldn't have, but he relaxed somewhat as he
nodded, and then walked to the basin and drank some water right out of the
tap.

Wiping his mouth, he turned towards Tyler, who finally, FINALLY, got to
have a good look at Frankie's shirtless pre-teen boy body. It was
definitely still very much a twelve-year-old standing before him but
already his chest showed definition.

His tummy was flat, with the typical outie navel, and there were most
definitely signs of a six-pack waiting to be released inside there
somewhere. The boy was beautiful, that was all word Tyler could use to
describe what was before his eyes...that V-line going into the boy's
shorts, knowing what he and Brandon had done mere moments before...

"My eyes are up here, dude," Frankie said as he giggled.

Tyler shook with embarrassment, he felt his face turning redder by the
second, and he looked down once more, to afraid...to scared that his deep
dark secret was discovered, at last.

"Sorry, didn't mean to look or anything. I'll just go..."

Tyler opened the bathroom door and ran towards his bedroom as fast as his
adult legs could carry him. Inside, he threw himself onto his bed and he
cried his eyes out. He didn't even try and stop the onset of tears, he just
let them keep coming. Devastated, his heart was aching and his chest felt
as tight as if had ever been.

The unfairness of it all. IT WASN'T FAIR!

He was twelve years old, god damnit! The same age as Frankie! So why did he
feel like such a sick, pervert psycho! He was twelve, not fucking
thirty-two! But each and every passing day, each time he looked in a
mirror, he was reminded that he wasn't...and that people would literally
lock him up, for doing for felt completely and utterly natural.

A knock on the door startled him and he stopped crying immediately. He
didn't really see any one right now and he surely didn't want anyone seeing
him like THIS...

"Tyler? You okay in there?"

Frankie. Jesus.

Tyler kept quiet as a mouse whilst he in typical boyish fashion wished for
Frankie to just go back to his room. Back to that jerk Brandon.

At least people won't think those two are perverts for getting
together...finally it seemed as if Frankie had given up because Tyler very
clearly heard footsteps on the hard wooden floor walking away from the
door. He sighed, and wiped the remains of his tears, before he tiredly
closed his eyes.

**

"I know you're busy, dude, but you gotta help me. I can't stay here
forever, and I need a job, I guess. Dunno what the hell I'm gonna do, but
I'm an adult, I think I need to work."

Kyle's eyes softened as he poured his best friend a cup of tea and handed
it to him...the taste of coffee still sickened Tyler, before he sat down
before him.

"Look man, I get what you're saying, but it's not really like you're
qualified for anything. I'm sorry, okay? Look, I suppose you could always
go back to school. If we discuss things with the teachers and we tell them
about the coma, who knows? They might understand."

That was the last option that Tyler would wanna do, but he felt like he
didn't have much of a choice.

To get a job, you need papers and stuff and he wouldn't get that without
finishing school. He sighed and looked up the moment when Frankie and
Brandon entered the living room. Both were cracking jokes and shooting the
shit, and for the first actual time Tyler realised how often Brandon was
touching Frankie...whether it was an arm around his shoulders, or a pat on
his back, or playfully messing with his black hair...how didn't he see this
before? He smiled as Kyle rolled his eyes, so much as he did when they were
kids, before he addressed the besties.

"Come on, you two! Outside now, Brandon's dad will be here any moment, or
you're gonna be late. And who knows, maybe one of these days you might even
have a new...well, an old student joining class with you," Kyle said,
hanging his own arm around Tyler and squeezing him tightly to his body, the
affection for his own best friend still evident after all these years.

Frankie stopped what he was doing and looked his dad straight in the eyes.

"What...is Tyler going back to school? But how? Is that even possible?"
Frankie asked, a frown between his eyes.

Tyler felt Kyle's arm stiffen around his neck before the latter released
him and looked down sternly at his son.

"Of course, he never finished school, because of what happened. If we
explain it to the school, maybe get a good lawyer, then yes, it should be
possible," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

"Don't think my dad will allow that, Uncle Kyle. How is the fr...I mean,
Tyler supposed to like, fit in there? He's old!"

"He's my age, thank you, Brandon. But good to know, I guess," Kyle sneered
back at his son's bestie.

An awkward silence filled the living room until the doorbell rang, to which
Brandon mumbled it must he his father and he ran off. Frankie rolled his
own eyes and grabbed his back pack, before he slowly walked over to Tyler.

My God...did Frankie have ANY, ANY idea how hot he looked in his school
uniform...

"I'm sorry, if I sounded weird. It's just...I get you're twelve inside your
head, like me. But look at you...how's that gonna go on the playground? I'm
just worried about you. And I mean that," Frankie said, slowly, carefully,
as if Tyler might bite, placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it
softly.

Tyler wanted to say something...do something...anything else than staying
quiet...fucking hell, Frankie was standing so close...he could literally
smell the boy's shampoo he used...his deodorant...he desperately wanted to
tell him how he felt about him. But in doing that, would probably have the
kid and himself locked up for different reasons...nope...had to keep quiet.

"Thanks," he whispered, hoping to God that Frankie wouldn't see the desire
for him inside his eyes.

"Kyle, you in here?"

Frankie looked around behind him, before he stepped away from Tyler. A huge
ass man marched into the house and the living room, as if he was searching
for something or someone, and his attentions then turned towards both Tyler
and Frankie.

"Hey Frankie, is your dad here? Brandon's mom is sick or something, and I'm
afraid it's Covid or some crap, because then me and Brandon have to
isolate, you know the drill. Was hoping to have a chat with him before I
drop you guys off."

Just as the man was finishing his sentence, Kyle walked in. He straightened
out his tie before his eyes fell on...

"Jim! Hey man! How you doing?"

"Who's this?" Tyler asked Frankie quietly whilst the two men talked.

"Jim Johnson, Brandon's dad," he whispered back.

Tyler looked up, only to see the man smile towards himself and Frankie.

A sudden wreath of horror flooded through Tyler and he didn't know why. All
that he knew was...there was something...something REALLY familiar and
really horrible about the way Brandon's father had smiled at him...he
couldn't place it, but it was there.

"See ya after school," Frankie said before he dashed off with his back
pack, leaving Tyler still stunned.

He crossed his arms...and stood up. There was something...it felt like his
brain wanted to let him remember what it was, but also not. Tyler rubbed
his eyes and tried to focus...he has been in a coma for twenty years, so in
what world would this man look or seem even remotely familiar?

Still...he couldn't dodge the feeling that he had seen him
before...somewhere...



**



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