Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2002 22:57:05 +0000
From: Someone Else <im_not_feeling_myself@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fire

It was easy to find the place, perched upon the hill as it was.  Jennie had
strong memories of it from long ago, the time that she had spent there with
her aunt still being fresh and fond for her.  As they approached in their
hired Jeep, the sun was setting behind them and the red and orange light of
dusk glowed in the small windows of the log cabin.

The girls parked in the middle of the driveway, they would be alone for the
week that they were spending skiing in this wonderful place and Jennie felt
that this was her friends' first declaration that they could do exactly what
they liked.  Leaving the warmth of the Jeep they began to unhook the skiing
gear and stow it in the outhouse.  Jennie unlocked the front door and
carried the first of the bags into the large open plan room ahead of her.
Cold though it was, she didn't think it was that that was making her nipples
stand on end. Memories of the glowing fireplace and of her aunt coming in
from the blizzard danced in her mind. She stood motionless with bags in
either hand as she pictured her aunt standing right where she was, taking
off her wet clothes and skipping to the open fireplace to warm up. She
remembered, but not felt the tingling that she had had as she sat by the
fire on the big white rug examining every part of her naked aunt before her.
Hewed in the soft warm glow of the firelight her beautiful hips and
voluptuous breasts, silken legs and pert, curvaceous bottom, glistened with
water that sparkled with the flames as it flowed down from her soaking hair.
Up until that point in her fifteen years, it was the most erotic moment of
her life.

"There are still a few bags to get. If you light the fire, I'll put them in
the bedrooms okay?" said Claire behind her, shaking her from thoughts of
warmth to the reality of the cold cabin.

"Okay, it's been so long since I've been here I was a bit wrapped up in
memories I'm afraid." She answered to the back of her friend as she brushed
passed her into the bedroom.

"No probs" came the reply from the room at the far end of the cabin.

Jennie shivered and set to work lighting the fire. Though her experience of
fires was not great, her aunt had helped her a few times and she knew that
there was always kindling and matches in the wood cupboard next to the fire,
and that tools for poking and moving the lit wood were on a stand next to
it. She found all that she needed quickly and used the stub of her airline
ticket for the initial flame. Pretty soon she had moved on to the larger
bits of pine that had been neatly prepared for them, not enough for the week
but there was plenty in the woodshed outside and what there was would
suffice for the night.

"Someone called Beatty has left us a message" said Claire from one of the
bedrooms.

"That's my aunt, what does it say? Where did you find it?" Jennie replied.

"It was on the pillow in the master bedroom, I guess she thought you'd be
getting that one." Claire said with a smile as she walked back into the
sitting room. She was holding a piece of decorative paper in her hand. "It's
a lovely note and it smells nice" she went on. "Dear girls, hope you have a
wonderful time in my little retreat. I've got someone to stock up the
kitchen and I hope the food is to your liking. There's enough wood outside
and if it gets really cold then there's a few heaters around. The wood
cupboard is full of pine, which gives the nicest of smells when burnt. The
skiing should be excellent, I recommend you get over the ridge for your
off-piste stuff. If you want to eat out, tell Jamie at the Ivery that I say
hello and you should get a discount. If the weather gets really bad don't
forget to use the radio. Have fun and I'm looking forward to seeing you in a
week. Love Beatty."

"That's nice" said Jennie, gently playing with the fire.

"I'm going to look in the kitchen, do you want a hot drink?" Claire said
excitedly.

"Yes please, if there's chocolate I'll have one of them, otherwise coffee".

Claire jumped off into the kitchen and Jennie could hear the sound of
cupboards being opened and little purrs and gasps of delight following.
Jennie had known Claire for four years, they met at college and had been
friends ever since. Claire was always like this unless she was tired. Jennie
always said that she used up so much energy just being happy, tiredness was
double the effort for her. She thought of Claire as her best friend, though
she had always had trouble with having a best friend as she loved so many
people. With no man in her life however, she felt she could afford to form
such a loyalty to one of her girlfriends and Claire was the best person to
do it with.

All of a sudden Jennie felt a great melancholy come over her. She shook it
off immediately but knew that she could have easily cried at that moment.
She put it down to the man thing. For a long time now she had felt lonely
and like there was something important missing from her life. She had a good
job that she enjoyed and a loving family, but she wanted that proper best
friend to share her nights with.

Presently, Claire returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and some fancy
biscuits.  "There's loads of stuff in there, every cooking utensil you could
ever ask for, I found a fish knife with the price tag still on it. Does your
aunt come up here much?" she said, handing Jennie the hot mug carefully.

"I don't know, she's quite wealthy and has a few places. I think she skis
here twice a year but whether she visits otherwise I cannot say. She used to
come up here more often when she was younger, but she's not very fit these
days."

"It's a lovely place, the kitchen is huge, I've never seen so much stuff in
the cupboards. We've got enough food for a month and it's all the good
stuff, like chocolate." Claire said with a smile. "I opened a bottle of wine
that was in the fridge for when we're warm enough, it's getting better in
here and you've done a great job with that fire.  Do you think it could get
any better than this?"

Jennie paused, still feeling a little down from her lonely thoughts.

"Yes" she said suddenly, and with a leap, jumped up and ran into the
bedroom.

"I put you in the smaller one" shouted Claire after her. "Okay" called back
Jennie as she ran between them and soon she reappeared wearing comfy jogging
pants, a woollen sweater and large fluffy slippers on her feet.

She curled back up in front of the fire and sipped her chocolate. "Mmm" she
said as her hand ran through the immaculate white deep pile rug that she lay
on. Claire smiled at her and shifted her position opposite on the rug to
make herself more comfortable.

For a while neither spoke, they both looked into the log fire, watching the
flames and listening to the cracking and popping of the wood. No sound could
be heard from outside and the log cabin was warming quickly. The light had
faded so that all could be seen was the fire in the centre of the large room
and shadows of the flames flickering off the many pieces of furniture around
them.

"Do you fancy some wine?" said Claire after the pause. "It looks like a very
nice French white."

"Yes, I'm warm enough now to enjoy it." replied Jennie and Claire slowly
stood to get it from the kitchen. Jennie's eyes followed her and once again
she remembered her aunt standing where her friend was now, naked. She looked
away, back at the fire.

"Are you hungry?" called Claire from the kitchen.

"Is there anything easy, like soup?" said Jennie, not wanting her friend to
have to do the work.

"I'll see, I thought I saw some" replied Claire as she opened a cupboard
door. "Yes, I've found some tins, twelve tins, two Oxtail, do you fancy
that?" she finished.

"Great."

"Your aunt certainly doesn't do anything by halves does she?"

"No." said Jennie, almost to herself.

She realised now that her aunt had been teasing and testing her that night,
but she was too young to know it at the time. She had remained naked for
quite a while letting Jennie look at her. Jennie thought that she had not
stripped off deliberately to show off her body but that she had remained
naked because she knew she was being admired. She didn't acknowledge it, or
touch herself in a way that would indicate she was playing up to her niece,
she just let the fire dry her off and warm her and then, turning directly to
Jennie said "That's quite enough of that" playfully, and went to her room to
get dressed.

Jennie wondered what she must have been thinking knowing that she was being
looked at. It's not as though she had tried to look away. She had sat,
staring at her aunt's body, at her breasts and bum and between her legs for
five minutes easily and without looking away or speaking. She had watched
her aunts nipples soften as she warmed by the fire and then stiffen again at
the attention she was receiving. She had felt the warmth between her own
legs grow, her own nipples stiffen, and the strange awakening happen that
was still alive in her.

>From that day on Jennie had always looked at girls and women in a different
way. At first, whilst it was all new to her, she got very turned on by the
thought of seeing and touching other women. As she got older this fantasy
feeling started to subside and become more mature. A realisation that some
fantasies are just that began to grow in her and she confined her thoughts
and feelings to her own mind and did not let on to anyone in any way that
she found certain girls attractive.

At a college party she had snogged a girl friend when she was eighteen, but
that had been because the boys said that she wouldn't and so it wasn't a
sexual snog. Her girl friend had agreed with her that it was nice but she
preferred boys, a statement that she made but didn't entirely agree with.

Claire had come back into the room and Jennie was aware that she was being
looked at by her friend. She looked up and smiled, Claire said "happy
thoughts?" and Jennie replied that they were but did not let on what she was
thinking.

They had the soup and started on the wine. The conversation turned to what
they wanted to achieve out of their weeks skiing and Jennie told Claire
about all the places on the mountains and in the local town that she had
previously visited. She told stories of when she was skiing there last and
of her aunt's great adventures by day, and great games in the cabin by
night. She had stayed at the cabin with her aunt many times prior to her
experience at fifteen, and a few times afterwards, but less and less as she
grew older.

Soon the girls realised that the wine had run out and Claire suggested that
they open another one. She said that she was feeling hot now that the fire
had been burning brightly for a few hours and that she was going to take a
shower to cool off. Jennie went to the kitchen to open another bottle and
returned to the fireplace with two large glasses, leaving the rest in the
fridge to keep cool.

Claire was singing in the shower, something her friend knew that she did
often. A broad smile of content opened up on her face and she lay back down
on the rug where she had been all evening. She was still thinking about the
trips she had taken to the cabin as a girl, perhaps the nostalgia of the
cabin and the smell of the pine setting her memory alight, when Claire
returned from the shower wearing nothing but a towel.

"It's hotter in here than it is under the water" she said clutching the
towel with one hand to her chest. She walked to a window and opened it
letting in a cold blast of air.  "We can't have that open for long but it
might help".

She sat down and sipped her wine looking at the fire distantly. Jennie
looked over at her friend and instantly looked away. She looked away because
she had had that same feeling as when she was looking at her aunt. Claire
was not naked, but the firelight was causing those wonderful shadows to fall
on her bare shoulders and her hair looked so beautiful wet. Jennie knew she
fancied Claire but would never do anything about it, and this was just the
situation that she didn't want to be in. She also knew that she wanted to
look at Claire dressed like this and in front of the fire, but dare not from
where she was.

She inched herself back on the rug, trying to make it look like she was
simply making herself more comfortable. She looked around for something to
give her an excuse to get out of her friends eyesight and saw a book on a
table. Fetching it and sitting behind her friend Claire would not be aware
of her eyes admiring the soft curves of her body.

Claire had hair that when dry looked brown and when wet had flecks of auburn
in it.  In the sun it could sometimes look like mahogany. She usually wore
it in a curly bob as it was naturally so, but when wet as now it hung
straight at the back over her shoulders with tiny curls where water had
dripped off and made it lighter. She was sitting up and her slim physique
and shapely waist was accentuated by the spread of her hips on the rug.

Jennie felt her breasts stiffen under her woollen top. She tried to contain
her excitement but could feel warmth between her legs. It was irrational and
she knew it, this was her best friend and the girl who she would be spending
a week with. She had to contain this urge she felt. But it was no good, as
she marvelled at the beauty of the girl sitting a few feet in front of her
she knew that she was going to have a tough week, continually longing to
fulfil her most vivid and regular fantasy.

She stood up and went into the kitchen. Between her legs she could feel a
warmth that filled her body. She went to the fridge and poured herself a
glass of wine. She took a sip very slowly and put her other hand down
between her legs, pushing her hand into her clitoris in an effort to stop
its' longing.

Rather than stop it though, it only heightened it and she rubbed it a little
bit feeling waves of pleasure in her abdomen. She put down the glass and
closed her eyes. She slipped her other hand up, under her woollen jumper and
cupped her breast.  Her head tilted back and she rubbed her finger into her
pleasure spot softly and then harder over her tracksuit bottoms. The waves
of pleasure began to grow and she began to breath deeper, becoming unaware
of anything else other than the excitement that was growing in her.

Claire had been thinking about her work for a long while, unaware of Jennie
reaching back for the book, or the eyes wandering over her. She had noticed
that Jennie had gone into the kitchen and had heard the unmistakable noise
of the fridge door opening. She expected that Jennie would bring out the
bottle for her and so didn't say anything to her, but as she had now been
gone for five minutes she decided to go and see what she was doing.

Getting up slowly, but not purposefully trying to be quiet, she walked over
to the kitchen in her bare feet. At first it was difficult to see where
Jennie was but she could hear her breathing, deep and regular. She nearly
cried out as she thought she might be in trouble at first but something told
her not to until her eyes had adjusted from the bright fire to the darker
room. As they did so she began to make out the silhouette of Jennie moving
in the centre of the room. She was standing unaided, her legs slightly bent
and her hands were rubbing her body. Slowly she saw that her head was tilted
back and she was rubbing between her legs. A look of shock spread across
Claire's face. Jennie was playing with herself, it was unmistakable. She
stopped still and stared, Jennies left hand was in turn playing with one
breast and then the other under her top. Sometimes she would caress and
sometimes she would squeeze and pull at them. Her right hand was moving in a
regular rhythm between her legs and her hips were swaying against her hand.

As she watched, still clutching the towel that was keeping her from total
nudity, without realising she was doing it, she began to slightly pivot her
hips rhythmically and in time with Jennies. Her hand that was clutching the
towel slowly started tracing small circles on her bare skin above the towel
and she began to feel the first small wave of excitement in her own body.
She had never witnessed another girl doing this, nor thought about another
girl sexually, but she felt compelled to watch and was in turn enjoying it.

Jennie's breathing was speeding up, as was the gyration of her hips and her
hand movements. Claire had moved her free hand down between her own legs and
was running her finger up and down her slit very softly. She was now very
conscious that she was doing this, and still didn't know why but wanted to
nonetheless.

Suddenly Jennie's right hand dived into her tracksuit bottom and Claire
could tell from its position that Jennie had put her fingers inside herself.
She felt a wave of pleasure run through her and sighed loudly.

Jennie heard her. Her hands darted out from under her clothes and she stood
upright.  She didn't see where her friends hands were as she was trying to
see in the dark, contain her emotion and straighten herself up. Claire also
stopped touching herself immediately, nearly dropping her towel in an effort
not to be seen touching herself.

Jennie panicked, after so many years of bottling her urges up she was sure
in that second that Claire knew that she had been thinking of making love
with her and that their friendship was in ruin because of it.

She burst into tears and ran passed Claire into the cabin sitting room,
trying desperately to find a way out of the mess she had put herself in. She
knew that the only way to get away was to drive the Jeep somewhere but her
inner self told her she couldn't do that to her friend. Instead, she fell
down on the rug by the fire and began to weep uncontrollably.

Claire had run after her to the door of the kitchen. Had Jennie seen her
watching and  playing with herself? Was she not only embarrassed, but
disgusted as well. She watched her friend crying in despair, trying to
assess what to do, then saw her slump in a heap on the rug and shudder with
the emotion running through her.

Without thinking, Claire ran over to Jennie on the rug and threw her arms
around her, beginning to weep with her friend. Uncaring now that she was no
longer holding the towel that she was wearing she half-whispered, half-cried
to her friend "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" repeatedly.  Jennie continued to sob in
her arms.

A long time passed, the two girls sobs slowly lessened but they remained
crying in each others arms. Jennie's head was to the floor and Claire's was
pressed tightly into the hair on the back of her head. Claire could feel her
tears wetting Jennie's hair and Jennie knew that the rug was getting wet
with hers.

Eventually, their tears turned to sobs, and in turn to snivels and Claire
caught hold of the towel and wrapped it around herself with one hand.

Jennie spoke very softly "I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was doing, I
feel so stupid" and let out another big sob.

Claire hugged her tightly and thought about a way to reassure her. She could
say that she had just walked in but she doesn't know how much Jennie saw her
doing. She could admit that she liked it but that would be too wrong. In the
end she just squeezed tighter.

Then Jennie said it. "I've always looked at you that way, always thought you
were sexy, always fancied you." She said it between sobs, a great weight
lifting off her shoulders, an admit all that could only come out when she
thought that she had been utterly found out.

Claire held her grip but her mind was racing. Did she do it for me? Because
of me?  Did she want me to see? Does she know that I took part? Does she
fancy me? Is she a lesbian?

Jennie slowly brought her hand up to her own face and wiped the tears from
her eyes snivelling a little. "I didn't want to do it, but.." she trailed
off.

Claire relaxed her grip and moved slightly away from Jennie pulling her with
her gently so that they could talk face to face. She wanted to see Jennie's
eyes, to find out however much she could from them. Eye to eye contact was
the only way to get true answers but at the same time maybe they were the
wrong answers and Jennie may see something in hers that she doesn't like.
Nevertheless, it was the only way.

Jennie's tear stained and red face slowly came round to face Claire and with
it came a look of total despair from the curl of her lips to her puppy dog
brow. Claire could see their entire friendship within Jennie's eyes, the
love that she felt for Claire, the innocence of her action and the utter
despair at the possible consequences of what had happened. She saw a
fragility and a loneliness that she had never before witnessed in her
friend. She saw a lifetime of suffering and longing and an overwhelming
relief that she needn't hide her feelings behind her eyes at that moment.
She saw a little girl, scared, alone, suffering needlessly and she knew two
things beyond anything else.  She knew that her lovely friend was gay, and
she knew she had a best friend.

She hugged her tightly and kissed her neck. "I didn't know Jennie, but I do
now.  I love you, you know that, and I don't feel bad in any way". She
squeezed her sobbing friend.

When she released her grip a noticeable change had taken place in Jennie.
Her searching and scared look had gone and was replaced by a relieved and
relaxed face,  still full of dread, but reassured and comforted. They both
smiled.

"How long have you been gay?" said Claire quietly.

"I'm not" was the reply, "I just fancy some sexy girls."

Claire laughed, the atmosphere between them becoming more relaxed every time
their eyes met. She wiped a tear from Jennie's face.

"How long .... How long were you there?" said Jennie.

"Long enough to touch myself" said Claire with a soft smile.

Jennie was shocked. "You liked it?"

"I don't know" was the reply and Claire smiled broadened.

The girls were lying face to face, cradling each other now, and with their
legs intertwined. Jennie lay her head on the rug and closed her eyes, a
relieved smile on her face. Claire looked down on her lovingly and admired
her soft face. Even with red eyes and puffy cheeks she was a beautiful girl.
Her slight freckles and beautiful eyelashes fascinated her. She leant
forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Just a reassuring and friendly
kiss, but she couldn't break it. She held the kiss and Jennie kissed her
back. Slowly and lovingly they touched lips, not moving them, just enjoying
that they were pressed together. Hardly breathing the two girls mouths began
to open and the initial touch became a slow exploration of each others lips.

Claire felt Jennies hand at the very top of her neck. Ever so slightly she
began to move her hand down into the crevice of her collar bone and on
further down her chest. Their kisses had become quicker and more definite
and Claire touched Jennie's lips with her tongue. Jennie responded in kind,
her hand now at the top of her friends towel. Their mouths opened and Jennie
found the makeshift knot in the front of Claire's temporary clothing. She
pulled the knot aside and threw back one side of the towel behind her
friend. Claire brought her arm around the back of Jennie's neck and pressed
her naked breast into the woollen jumper of her friend. Jennie's hand
stroked Claire's shoulder and ran its way down to the small of the back and
over the soft mound of her bottom.

Claire pushed herself up with her hands, over the top of her fully clothed
friend.  The towel fell completely from her and she lay between Jennie's
legs kissing her lips frantically. One hand gently caressed the side of
Jennie's face whilst the other slipped down and under the bottom of her
woollen jumper. Jennie felt this hand slip up her stomach and over her rib
cage. She kissed her friend harder and deeper as it slipped over her naked
breast and bumped into her erect nipple.

Jennie lovingly explored Claire's back and bum with her hands. She felt
every place she could, delving between the folds of her friends bum but not
going close to her anus. Claire groaned in her mouth and with both hands
lifted the woollen jumper up and over Jennie's head. Propped up on her fore
arms she admired her friend's bosom. Slowly, she leant forward until her
breasts touched another females for the first time and then sank into the
kiss of her best friend.

Jennie brought one hand up and gently pressed it between the two bodies, she
cupped Claire's breast in her hand and toyed with her nipple Claire pushed
her naked pussy deep into Jennie's groin, moving one leg over Claire's so
that they were intertwined.

Suddenly and quickly, Claire jumped up onto her knees and grabbed Jennie's
tracksuit bottoms, pulling them almost off in one motion. Once they were
both naked she reached forward and placed the palm of her hand on Jennie's
sex. She looked deeply into Jennie's eyes as she leant forward for the kiss.
As her lips went down to touch her friends she turned her hand and gently
pushed one finger into Jennie's soaking womanhood. Jennie moaned and a
slight shiver went through her. Claire pulled her finger out just a little
and pushed a second finger in with the first.

Jennie's hand moved up and grabbed Claire's breasts, moving over each one in
turn.  Claire was straddling Jennie and Jennie's hand followed the centre of
Claire's down with her hand until it reached her lovers vagina. She parted
the lips with her middle finger and very slowly moved her hand over her
friend's clit. As she did so, so the rhythm of Claire's fingers entered her
vagina deeply. She moved one finger into position and let it sink into the
warm depths of her friend's pussy. Claire moaned and almost fell forward and
upwards, pivoting on her knees. Jennie raised her head and Claire's erect
nipple fell into her gaping mouth.

Claire positioned herself so that Jennie could kiss and caress her breasts
with one hand whilst the two of them fingered the others pussies. Claire's
head went back in wanton lust, moaning at the pleasure the knowing fingers
of another girl were giving her. Jennie gently bit Claire's nipple and
slavered over it passionately. Her fingers were cupped in such a way that
her vagina was penetrated and the hard button of her clitoris was squeezed
between every penetration. She was in ecstasy and felt her climax about to
rise.

Sensing that Jennie was not reaching this point she pulled back and kissed
her lovingly on the lips, their tongues intertwining and caressing each
other. Then she broke off and kissed first one nipple, then the other. Down
she went, kissing the navel and belly button, pubic hairline and the top of
Jennie's slit. She parted her legs with her hands and kissed her thighs on
both sides, running delicate fingers up the thigh on the side that didn't
have her mouth's affections. Slowly, teasingly, she brought her lips down
towards her friends open legs, blowing slightly as she went,  Jennie put her
hands on the top of Claire's head and her tongue finally touched her friends
clit. She kissed and caressed Jennie's folds, licking softly and sucking her
clit into her mouth.  Her own height of passion had not subsided at all and
her tongue explored everywhere it could. She probed deeply, pulling her
tongue out and thrusting it as far into Jennie's hole as she could. She bit
and flicked her clit with her tongue and all the time caressing Jennie's
whole body with her hands.

Jennie was fast approaching her own climax and could tell that it was soon.
She pulled Claire's head up and looked at her lovingly. "Turn around" she
said softly and motioned what she wanted. Claire eagerly shifted her body
round so that Jennie could explore her pussy with her tongue. Jennie felt
her friends tongue flick across her clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure
through her body as her own tongue got its first taste of another woman's
scent. She kissed deeply and sucked Claire's clitoris into her mouth. Claire
moaned into her pussy sending waves of pleasure running through it.  She did
likewise and Claire stiffened momentarily on top of her. Her hands reached
up and caressed her friends bottom, her fingers running softly over her anus
whilst she licked and sucked Claire's labia and clit.

The both of them were fast approaching an orgasm now and the pace of the
actions quickened. Jennie's fingers were concentrating on Claire's anus,
rolling it between them but not penetrating it. Her tongue was flicking over
Claire's clit frantically.  Claire was moaning loudly into Jennie's
womanhood, reaching ever further in with her tongue and slobbering down over
Jennie's anus. Jennie could tell that Claire was almost on the edge and
sucked her clitoris as deep as she could into her mouth.  Claire's hand came
up and felt for Jennie's anus, pushing a finger against it until it
penetrated a little way. Jennie felt a sudden surge of pleasure rush through
her and as Claire gyrated a finger in her bum and kissed deeply on her clit
she felt the first wave of an orgasm start in her. Claire in turn could feel
that her friend was now on the brink and had been trying to slow it down for
herself, but as Jennie's finger entered her anus she knew that that was it
and the two girls began to bring each other to the peak of ecstasy together.
Claire lifted back her head and groaned loudly, her jaw locked open by the
force of the orgasm that swept through her. Jennie was not far behind, her
final ecstasy being her friend cumming on top of her. She arched her back up
involuntarily so her body pressed against Claire's and the two girls let the
flooding sexual heights gush through them.

Claire, fell in a heap on Jennie, her head buried in her friends pubic
mound. She could feel the last contractions of the orgasm leaving Jennie's
body under her face. She gently kissed Jennie's pussy lips and licked the
tops of her inside thighs. Jennie's finger was still slowly gyrating in her
anus though she had removed hers from Jennie during the orgasm. She felt an
overwhelming urge to sleep with this girl forevermore, to turn around, wrap
herself in her friend's arms and kiss her lovingly to sleep.

the end.


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