Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2015 14:45:06 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-5

NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not
be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written only
for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 5

I slept great last night with Dad's arms around me, and I only vaguely
heard his alarm go off and feel him get off the bed.  My next memory was of
him nudging my shoulder to let me know that he was leaving for work.  I
just said `okay Dad' and turned over.  "Oh no you don't, I'm not planning
on getting a phone call from your school later wondering where you are."
He picked me up and carried me to my room and laid me in my bed, covered me
up and made sure my alarm was turned on, and then he kissed my cheek.  "I
love you so much Sean," he murmured, then I heard him walk out of my room,
then out of the house.

When my alarm woke me up later I groaned at the idea of going to school,
but dragged myself out of bed, got myself ready, and decided I would buy my
lunch from the school cafeteria.  By the time I was out the door there was
still enough of a chill in the air to finish waking me up, so off to school
I trudged.

When I got home from school I stood in the kitchen uncertain of what to do
about dinner.  I decided to wait for Dad to see what he wanted, so I
changed my clothes and sat down to finish reading a book that had been
assigned in one of my classes.  It wasn't too much later that Dad came home
so I jumped up to greet him.  He leaned down to kiss my forehead, but
instead of his usual nightly strip tease he just stood there appraising me.

"Dad, I was undecided about dinner.  I can either heat up the leftover
roast, or I can use it to make cold sandwiches.  Which are you in the mood
for?"

He reached down and took me by the hand and said, "Let's talk for a little
while Sean."  He led me into the front room and we sat down together on the
couch.  Now I really couldn't recall off the top of my head the last time
Dad was on the couch.  He had his favorite recliner and I had the couch,
and that was the way it had always been.  I didn't know what this meant,
but I didn't think I was going to like it.

"Dad, what's wrong?  Have I done something wrong?"

"No, Sean, nothing is wrong, I just thought you and I need to touch base a
little on some things.  Do you mind talking with me for a bit?"

I wasn't reassured, especially since I couldn't read any expression on his
face.  "Of course not Dad, what's on your mind?"

He sighed, pulled my hand over to rest on his knee and placed his other
hand on top of mine.  "Sean, we've been having some good times together in
my room, but they've moved away from me just showing you how to masturbate.
I've been fine with that, but last night we really moved away from just a
father showing his son how to jerk off.  Sean we're really *having sex*
now.  I just wanted to make sure you understood what we were doing."

This worried me.  It was really me who pushed us past the jack-off sessions
into the oral sessions, and I felt last night that Dad had been okay with
that.  "I guess this is my fault Dad, I'm the one who moved us, I'm sorry
if I've made things uncomfortable for you."  I tried really hard but I
couldn't keep my eyes from starting to water.  Here I was enjoying a newer
closeness with him, and now it was about to be taken away already.

"Babe, don't be upset, trust me I have thoroughly enjoyed our playtime!  I
just think it is a wise idea to step back and discuss it a bit.  Sean, I
suppose we could maybe get away with me showing you how to jerk your dick,
but society...and the law...does not look kindly on a grown man having sex
with a minor, especially his own son.  What I'm saying Sean is if anyone
ever found out that we have progressed beyond mutual masturbation to actual
sex, I would get in big trouble.  I would go to prison son, for a very long
time.  You would end up living with your aunt or uncle, or if they didn't
think they could take care of you, you'd end up in foster care, which can
sometimes be a nightmare.  It's very important that you understand this
Sean.  You cannot tell ANYONE, not anyone who knows us, not even your best
friend, ANYTHING about what we have been doing.  It would kill me to lose
you Sean, it truly would, and I would never jeopardize our lives like
that."

Tears started to flow down my cheeks at the thought of my Dad going to
prison, especially because of something I had done.  It was my fault for
trying to play more with him, and now he is upset and may never want to
play with me like that again.  I just started sobbing.  "I'm sorry, I'm so
sorry Dad, I just love you so much and I wanted to have fun with you, and I
thought you were having fun too, and now I've ruined everything!"  I
collapsed in a heap on the couch.

He reached over and picked me up and settled me in his lap, hugging me and
trying to shush me.  "Ssshh, Sean, no it's not like that at all!  I love
what we've been doing, I just realized today that we never really discussed
that it has to be very private, just between us.  I didn't mean for you to
get upset honey, I'm not telling you that we have to stop, I don't want to
stop!  I love you so much, and I really love that we have found another way
to be close.  Please don't cry, you know I don't seem to be very good at
explaining these things to you without messing it up, please don't cry
baby."  Dad was rocking me on his lap, wiping the tears from my face with
his thumbs and kissing my cheek, then my forehead, then even my ear.

"Are you sure Dad?  I didn't go too far last night?  I really wanted to
make you feel good, I wasn't trying to complicate things."

"I am absolutely sure Sean, and you did make me feel good last night!  Do
you know how difficult it is for an adult man to cum twice in a row like I
did last night?  That was because of you Sean, and I fucking loved it!"

I had managed to stop the flow of tears by then and was hugging Dad as
tightly as I could.  "Dad, I understand that it's private, just between you
and me.  I would never do anything to hurt you, and I sure wouldn't want
you to go to prison!  To tell you the truth, I'm not too thrilled with the
idea of living with your sister or brother either."

Dad laughed out loud.  "Well, I can't say as I blame you there Sean.  April
would smother you with over-protective mothering, and Andy...well, I don't
think my brother would have a clue what to do with you.  Your uncle Andrew
has been divorced twice and personally I don't hold out hope for his third
marriage either.  He's too much like his father, and there is no way in
hell I would let you live with your grandfather!  Everyone who knows me has
been told that if anything were to ever happen to me you are never to end
up in his clutches."

I already knew that my Dad didn't have a happy childhood.  I always wanted
to ask him to tell me what happened between his father and him, but I knew
that this was hardly the time for that conversation.

"Dad, why exactly is it that it's against the law anyway.  I mean I won't
say anything, ever, but I'm curious.  I love what we do, and I don't see
anything wrong with it."

"Well Sean, it is generally believed that a child hasn't matured enough to
understand sex, physically and especially mentally.  Everybody is
different, and the only reason I feel okay with you and me is that you are
so mature for your age.  You are very smart, very responsible, and I hope
you would tell me if you feel that you are uncomfortable.  You will do that
won't you Sean?  If anything we do, or anything I say makes you feel
uncomfortable you have to tell me.  You have to promise me that Sean, I
would never want to hurt you."

"I promise Dad.  I can't imagine you ever doing anything like that but I
will tell you if you ever do."

"Now Sean a lot of guys your age experiment with friends, and that's all
right as long as you don't feel pressured into any situation, and as long
as these boys aren't too much older than you.  I did it when I was your
age, like I told you before, mostly because I didn't have any information
given to me at home."

"I don't really see myself doing that Dad because I have you, but if
something like that happens I would tell you anyway."

"Well, you shouldn't have to son, I mean I sure didn't tell my old man,
hell he would have beaten me for it.  As long as what you do is safe and
nobody is getting hurt you can keep it private if you want, but if you feel
okay to tell me that is fine too.  I would at least like the chance to let
you know if someone is giving you crappy information."

"Okay Dad.  So, what did you decide on dinner?"

Dad laughed and shook his head.  "Well, I guess we're done with that topic
then, huh?  Okay, roast beef sandwiches sound like a great idea and I'll
even help make them, how about that?"

"Awesome Dad!"

We made our sandwiches, added some potato chips, and Dad even had a soda
with me.  We watched TV for awhile, and then he said it was time for bed.
I thought about asking if I could sleep with him again, but since it was a
school night, and remembering our earlier conversation, I decided not to
push my luck.  I did my thing in the bathroom, then he followed me after.
Instead of crawling into bed like usual I stood outside my bedroom door,
waiting for to come out after brushing his teeth.  I grabbed onto him as he
walked towards his room and squeezed him tightly.  "I love you so much
Dad."

Dad squeezed back.  "I love you too Sean.  So very much."  We said our good
nights and headed to our beds.

- - -

Thursday night Dad came home and just dropped into his chair.  I was in the
bathroom when I heard him, so I finished up and came out to greet him.  I
took one look at him and knew that something wasn't quite right.

He looked up at me and gave me a small smile.  "Do we have any soup Sean?
I just started to feel like crap around lunchtime, didn't feel like eating
anything, and I don't feel any better now.  I hope I'm not getting sick
with anything."

"Sure Dad, we have tomato and chicken I think, I'll go check."  I peered
into the cupboard and only found one can.  "Sorry Dad, all we have is
tomato.  I can run to the store and get anything you want."

"Oh Sean, tomato is fine, you don't need to go out but thanks.  I don't
really care what it is, I just don't want anything solid but I know I have
to get something in my system."

I made him the soup and added a few crackers to the plate.  I also brought
him a glass of milk and watched him as he slowly got everything down.  I
made myself a sandwich with what was left of the roast beef.  I cleaned up
in the kitchen and returned to ask him if there was anything else he
wanted, only to find him asleep in his chair.  I watched TV for awhile with
the sound on low, then decided he would be more comfortable either on the
couch or in his bed.  I woke him up to ask him and he opted for bed.  I
helped him up and watched him pad to the bathroom.  I hovered to make sure
I didn't hear him being sick.  When I heard him brushing his teeth I
decided he was okay and went in to his room to turn on the light and turn
down his bed.  He smiled at me when he came in and just stood there while I
stripped him.  He crawled into bed, told me I was a good son, then he just
conked out.  I turned out the light and left him to sleep, did my own
bathroom time, and then put myself to bed as well.

The next morning was Friday and I was happy that the weekend was almost
here!  I got myself together, had my breakfast and headed out the door.
The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was that Dad's car was
still in the driveway.  I was so used to him being gone in the morning that
it never crossed my mind to check in on him.  I hurried to his room and
went around to where he was laying.

"Dad?  Are you okay Dad?"

He opened his eyes and gave me a slight smile.  "Morning son.  Well, I do
feel a little better but just to be safe I decided to call in sick today.
The boss didn't like it, but screw him!"

I laughed at this and knew he must be feeling a little better, because he
IS the boss.  "Well Dad, he is a bit of a slave driver but since you rarely
take any time off, he really shouldn't complain," I giggled.  "Really, is
there anyone I should call for you?"

"Nope, I called Carl, got it covered, but thanks."

"Can I get you anything Dad?  Do you want some toast or juice, or can I
cook you some eggs?  Should I stay home and nurse you?"

"No thanks Sean, I just plan to sleep in some more, then I will get up and
make myself something.  I'll just take it easy today and maybe have some of
your cereal.  And you, young man, get your ass to school!  YOUR boss isn't
as forgiving as mine is."

I laughed and leaned forward to kiss him but he stopped me.  "No, just to
be safe, no kissing today in case I really do have a bug.  I'll give you
extra kisses when I feel better okay?"

"Okay Dad, just rest.  Call the school if you need me to get anything on
the way home."  I hurried out the door then so I wouldn't be late, knowing
that Dad would be on my mind more so than usual for the rest of the day.

On my way home from school that night I stopped in at the store and bought
some cans of soup and some juice just in case Dad was still feeling sick,
then hustled on home.  When I got there I could hear the TV on, and when I
made my way into the front room he was laying on the couch.  He looked up
at me and smiled.

"Hi Dad, how are you felling?  I stopped to get you some more soup if you
want some."

"Hey Sean.  I feel much better, and thank you for getting the soup, you are
always so thoughtful.  I was debating on what to eat for dinner, I'm sorry
that I haven't started anything, but nothing sounded good to me.  I
wouldn't mind some more tomato soup and crackers if you got any."

"I got you regular tomato and tomato with rice, which would you prefer?"

"Wow!  I am rather hungry, do you mind combining them together for me, I'm
pretty sure I could eat them both.  All I've had today is some of your
instant oatmeal and a lot of water, and I'm bored sick of it."

"Dad I also got orange juice and grape juice, do either of those sound
good?"

"Oh man, I should have played the lottery on the day you were born, I was
so lucky that day.  You're the best Sean, grape juice sounds really good."

"Coming up Pop," I said, setting my bags in the kitchen and getting out a
big bowl to heat the soup.  I poured him a glass of juice and took it into
him, then took my backpack to my room and got changed while the soup was
heating.  When I went back to the kitchen to put the juice in the fridge I
saw some Chinese food in there.  "Dad, where did this Chinese food come
from, did you go out?"

"No, I had that delivered for you Sean.  It's a peace offering.  It felt
great to rest today but I'm going to have to go in tomorrow, probably for
most of the day.  I'm sorry Sean, I hate to be away on a Saturday, but I
don't want to get behind on any of these new projects and Carl can only do
so much.  He called me a half a dozen times today, it almost felt like I
was in the office anyway.  I'm really sorry buddy."

I was disappointed, but I knew it couldn't be helped.  "Dad don't worry
about it, I just hope you're felling better.  It worries me when my big,
strong Daddy is under the weather like this."

"You and me both bud, I hate being sick.  I do feel better though,
especially thanks to the great care I am getting from my nursemaid," he
grinned at me.

"Maid?!  I was aiming for personal slave!  Here is your soup my master."
Dad chuckled as he sat up and accepted the bowl.

"Considering all the housework you do for us Sean, I should be paying you
by the hour.  It would sure help our finances if you *were* a slave, that
way I would only need to feed you gruel and chain you to my bed at night."

"Hmmm, the gruel part sounds sucky, but I wouldn't mind sleeping in your
room at night Dad....I mean master...just in case, you know, you need
anything big and hairy taken care of," I said suggestively.

Dad looked at me and smirked.  "You may just get your wish boy.  It was
really nice waking up next to you the other day.  Of course then I got sick
and then all I wanted to do was snuggle up next to the toilet in case I
needed to throw up."

I was in the kitchen during his last comments so he didn't see the look of
surprise on my face.  Was he really thinking about letting me sleep with
him?  I would love that!  I finished heating my Chinese food, wondering if
I should press him on the subject or just act nonchalant.  I decided to see
if he brought it up again the next time we played.

We ate our food. I took everything away and cleaned up the kitchen, then
joined him on the couch.  We watched TV for awhile, and then he decided he
needed to turn in.  I stayed up for a little while longer then got myself
ready for bed as well.  I peeked in on him and heard him snoring softly.  I
went to bed with a smile on my face and the hope that he would be back to
his old self tomorrow.

I awoke Saturday morning feeling a tickle against my cheek.  I felt a kiss,
then I heard Dad whispering.  "Little boy.  Wake up little boy.  Daddy
wants to have breakfast with you before he goes to work."

I started giggling when I felt him blowing in my ear, and I grabbed the
pillow from under my head and swatted him with it.  "Somebody feels better
today I think," I yelled, trying to dodge what I expected would be some
form of retribution for the pillow hit.  Instead he reached underneath me
and picked me up.  He carted me into the bathroom and yanked down my
shorts, grabbed my dick and pointed it at the bowl.

"Piss!  I'm hungry, I have to get to work, and my slave makes the best eggs
in the kingdom!  Chop, chop!"  I giggled the whole time Dad was carrying me
but as soon as he touched my dick I started to get hard.

"Now you're gonna have to let go or I'll get too hard to pee," I cried.

"Hmmm," he murmured.  "Do I want a hard slave, or do I want my eggs
over-easy the way that only he can cook them?  Ah, the eggs win!  Whenever
I cook them I break the yolks.  Sorry slave, you'll have to handle your own
wiener.  I'll go get things started in the kitchen."

He marched off and I managed to will my dick back to a soft enough state so
I could pee.  I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face, brushed
my teeth and headed for the kitchen.  I cooked up the eggs while he handled
the toast, humming along as he did.

"Well, I guess you are feeling better then," I said as I plated the eggs.

"Oh yes, I think your soup did the trick yesterday.  That and all the extra
sleep.  Did you know how boring daytime television is?"  He wolfed down the
eggs and toast.

I laughed.  "Yes, that's why I read books and rent movies during the summer
when school's out, and get my little part time jobs."

"Speaking of jobs, I have to run.  I'm meeting Carl to put out whatever
fires he couldn't handle yesterday, then I have a few things of my own to
handle.  I'll give you a call when I'm close to finishing.  Don't make
anything for dinner though, let me see how my stomach handles this
breakfast, then if I do okay we might go out somewhere to eat tonight.
Sound good?"

"Sounds great to me Dad!"  Okay if I strip your bed and do some laundry?"

"Of course Sean, and thank you again, for everything you do.  Sorry for
waking you up today but I didn't want to start my day without spending some
time with my best buddy!"  Dad got up, grabbed his keys, kissed me three
times on the forehead, then headed out the door.  "I'll call you later!"

I just smiled and shook my head.  Sometimes he is such a whirlwind of
activity I can't keep up.  I guess that's why his business has been so
successful.

I cleaned up the kitchen, decided against showering yet, and headed for
Dad's room to get his sheets and grab the clothes hamper from his closet.
I happened to look up and saw the box on the shelf in his closet, the one
where he had the jack-off video.  I have always respected Dad's privacy,
but curiosity got the better of me so I reached up and pulled the box down
and set it on his bed.

I opened the box to look inside.  I was surprised at the number of videos
he had.  I also noticed some rubber rings, a couple of small bottles of
brown liquid and some bottles labeled `lubricant'.  I skipped over those
things and started looking through the videos.  There was quite a variety.
I found the jack-off video he gave me to watch along with one other one,
but it was the rest that had my jaw dropping.  There were a number of
movies about leather, a couple about bondage, some movies with `bareback'
in the title, and then some regular–looking movies with cover pictures
like I saw on the internet.  What really caught my eye though was a `daddy'
movie, and another movie called `Slave Auction'.

I put the daddy movie in the CD player and sat down to watch it.  It
started off kind of hokey and fake, but I picked up on the dialogue right
away.  The younger guy was either saying `daddy' or `sir', just like I did
the last time we played.  The older guy was calling the younger one `boy',
like Dad called me.  This was just like what I saw on those websites.  The
boy was sucking on the daddy's cock, then the daddy made the boy get on his
hands and knees and the daddy poured some liquid on the kid's butt, and
then he slid his finger up inside.  The boy moaned and wiggled his ass a
little.  The daddy slid a second finger inside and the boy moaned even
louder.  When the daddy slid a third finger inside you would have thought
the boy was having an orgasm he was moaning so loudly!

The daddy kept sliding those fingers in and out, all the way as far as they
could go, then he pulled them out, dripped some of the same liquid on his
erect cock and stuck his cock in the boy's ass!  Okay by this time I was so
hard it started to hurt.  I wanted Dad to do that to me!  I mean the video
made it kinda look a little impersonal, and there was really stupid music
going on during the scene, but there were a lot of close ups of the cock
and the ass.  I just couldn't believe that didn't hurt!  The daddy keep
pulling almost out and then pushing it back inside, getting faster and
faster.  At the end the daddy pulled out and came all over the boy's rear
end and back, and then the boy just sat there and jerked himself off.

The next scene was a little more intense.  The boy looked younger and the
daddy looked meaner.  This daddy was calling the young guy a `bitch'.  When
he put his cock in the guy's butt he called it a `cunt'.  Now of course I
had heard those words in school, but I didn't know they applied to men!
All the guys at school who talked dirty were always using those words to
describe women.  At least I think they were.  This scene ended the same way
as the other, except the daddy wouldn't let the boy play with himself.  The
last scene in this video was more like the first one except in this one the
boy licked the daddy's boots before taking them off.  Once the daddy was
naked the boy licked and sucked on the daddy's toes and feet, then licked
his way up to his crotch.  I loved that and wondered if it was something
that Dad would like.  The rest of the movie was the same suck and fuck as
the first two scenes so I just fast-forwarded through it.  It looked like
there was very little variety to these things.

I removed the daddy video and put in the auction video and right away
realized that this one was different.  The first one looked like it was
more staged.  This new one looked like someone had just filmed it with
their home movie camera.  I looked at the box and it said it was an
`amateur' movie.  This started out with three guys naked, chained and
kneeling against a wall.  Two of the guys had some kind of metal cage thing
covering their dicks.  The third guy wasn't covered, but he didn't have any
pubic hair.  He certainly looked old enough to, but I remembered from one
of the websites that everyone had to be at least 18 to do these movies, so
I guess they shaved to make them look younger.

The camera moved back to show four men in different kinds of leather
get-ups walking into the room, which looked like a basement.  The guy in
the front stopped and immediately called the three naked guys `faggots'.  I
was really surprised that was in a movie.  He asked whether they were aware
of the other guys in the room and they all answered `yes master'.  The
master then went on to call the naked guys `slaves', and told them that he
was going to sell two of them today, but he hadn't decided which one to
keep.  The slaves started begging to be kept, but he pulled a whip out from
behind himself and slashed it at them.  They shut up right away, even
though the other men in the scene laughed.

I was still really hard watching this movie, but it made me nervous.  I
wasn't sure if I was ready to see anybody get whipped or hurt, so I had the
remote handy in case I needed to stop the video.  The master used the whip
to point at one of the men who were standing with him and told him to
select a slave to test.  This guy walked up to the first slave on the end
and told him to open his mouth.  He did, and then the guy pulled out this
really big cock, bigger than my Dad's, and started to piss into the slave's
mouth!  You could hear and see the slave drinking but some spilled out.
The guy stopped pissing and slapped the slave.  He moved to the middle
slave and did the same thing.  This slave ended up being slapped for the
same reason.  The last slave opened his mouth and drank all of the rest of
the piss without spilling a drop.  The guy patted him on the head and said
`good bitch', and then walked back to the group.

One by one, each of the men approached the slaves and gave them a task.
One wanted his cock sucked and he grabbed the slave by the back of the head
and just shoved himself down the slave's throat.  Only the last slave was
able to take it without choking.  Another guy made each slave turn around
and raise their butt's in the air and he shoved his cock into them, one at
a time.  Only the last slave was able to keep from falling forward and
crying out.  The master then used his whip on each slave, and again only
the last slave kept silent.  He made that slave turn back around to kneel
facing him, pulled out his cock and pissed all over the slave.  He then
turned to the other men and said he had marked this slave as his and would
be keeping him.  He pulled a dog collar out of his pocket and attached it
around the slave's neck.  The other two slaves were then put up for sale,
but the video skipped over any bidding.  The last scene was two of the
three men each walking out with a naked slave being pulled along by a chain
attached to their collars, and the third man walking out alone.  It turns
out that was the end of the video.

I realized that the pissing scene, the sucking and then the fucking scene
really turned me on, although I didn't like that they were so rough with
them, at least not at first.  I thought that I might like that if I really
knew how to take that kind of force.  I didn't like the whipping at all, in
fact it made me lose some of my erection.

I put in one of the bareback movies and it was pretty much what I had
watched on the internet, just longer scenes.  I didn't understand what
`bareback' meant and didn't see what the reason was for giving the movie
that name, but this movie had a scene where a guy was sucking and being
fucked at the same time.  I really liked that scene, and I pulled my dick
out of my shorts and jacked off to that, cumming pretty quickly all over my
shorts.  I also noticed that the guy who was doing the fucking had a thing
around the base of his dick.  I froze the movie and looked back in the box,
pulling out the rubber rings I saw in there earlier.  I put one over my
dick but it was way too large for me.  I didn't understand the purpose so I
decided it just must be some part of costume.

I started to watch the movie again and this time I saw that the guy in the
middle was sniffing from a bottle.  Once again I looked in the box and
picked out one of the bottles with the brown liquid.  I opened the bottle
and took a sniff.  It didn't smell all that good, then suddenly I got this
really woozy feeling and felt my body get warm.  I started to get hard
again right away.  I took another sniff and got really warm and a little
dizzy.  I watched the movie and jerked myself off to another cumload.  The
guy in the movie seemed to really enjoy this stuff; each time he took a
sniff he really talked nasty to the guy fucking him before putting the
other guy's dick back in his mouth to suck.  He moaned a lot, so I figured
this stuff must be some kind of drug.  I wasn't sure if I should have used
it so I put the cap back on and put it back in the box.

I put the video back in its container then put it back in the box with the
rest I had watched.  I tried to put everything back where I found it,
although I wasn't sure if I got it exactly right.  I knew the jack-off
video was on top, so I made sure it was again, then put the box back on the
shelf.  I gathered Dad's clothes from his hamper and put them with his
sheets and headed off to do the laundry.

I was starting to sort the laundry when I realized I was getting a
headache.  I wondered if I was getting sick like Dad had been, so as soon
as I got the washer started I went back to my bed to lie down.  After a bit
the headache went away.  I got up, felt fine, and went about my day.

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