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Eep, I ended up getting home later last night than I'd planned >.< Just posted though!
They stood in the road in front of the house, the first pale light of dawn still creeping it’s way over the city rooftops. The air was crisp and still, as if it too were holding its breath. There was something eerie in the silence around them, as if they were the only too souls left in the world. “You had better go quick,” the boy whispered, as if he was afraid to make ripple in the stillness. He watched Charlie with wide eyes as she paused to look at him, his bony arms still raised toward the direction he’d indicated.
“I don’t even know your name.”
He blinked at her slowly in surprise, as if he were confused. But then his lip quirked up in a gentle smile and he gave a half shrug. “I don’t think he knows it either.”
He stiffened when she approached him to pull him into a tight hug and looked embarrassed when she thanked him again. He didn’t return her embrace, though he did give her a few hesitant pats on the shoulder.
“I don’t know why you want to leave,” he said, looking wistfully back at the house. “I never want to leave. Not ever.”
“Take care of yourself.” He gave a curious look at that and then gave a hasty nod, but only as if he thought it would please her if he did so. With silent wave he turned back to the house and crept quietly through the door, shutting it noiselessly behind him.
It would take several hours for Booker to finish his feast and be in the mood for torturing his newest toy. When he discovered that privilege denied to him, he made do with the scrawny whelp sitting on the stairs, who seemed only too happy to have his vicious attention…
“You just let her walk right out the door, is that it.”
“No, I-I…I helped her…” the boy wheezed, finding it difficult to speak with Booker’s large hands squeezing his windpipe. He stared up at him with large, admiring eyes as he gasped for breath. “So you and I could… so we could be…a-ahh!” He made pitiful choking sound and his eyes fluttered in ecstasy. He had a knowing half-smile on his face, as if he’d predicted the glorious attention he was receiving. He didn’t seem to register the cold fury in Booker’s eyes as the vampire continued to press the life out of him with methodical increases in pressure.
“You will tell me,” he said in a soft, cruel voice, “which direction she went.” He didn’t release him until the boy’s face began turning an ugly shade of purple.
“Right. Now.”
“We could try it right now. A quick bite, while Booker’s not around to tease us..”
Mila’s ultimate goal might have been to lull Lisette into a state of compliance, to get her to confess Charlie’s whereabouts, but she couldn’t completely deny the fascination she had with the younger, crueler vampire. She knew Lisette was monstrous and embodied every vice she herself struggled with…and yet, a small part of her felt envious of Lisette’s total freedom from guilt and moral dilemma and although those other decidedly human emotions. How much simpler things could be if she hadn’t let herself succumb to that distant ache to be human again.
Charlie had been the one to stir the ache. When Mila pictured her under Booker’s vile ministrations and when she thought about how it was entirely her fault for getting the girl into this mess and not being able to protect her, she nearly trembled with angry frustration. She pushed more roughly against Lisette’s body and gripped the bed sheets with terrifying force. Her sharp teeth were barred and her eyes had focused intensely on the other vampire’s neck, as if she just wanted to rip the information she needed directly from her throat.
“You... you want to bite me?”
Mila’s gaze snapped up to meet Lisette’s eyes, just in time to seem them widen with astonishment and curiosity. The way the younger vampire’s lips had parted in surprise made her seem delightfully vulnerable, for just a split second. It startled Mila, though it was exactly what she was aiming for. She felt the sudden urge to bite her, overwhelmingly and entirely for selfish reasons.
“You want to bite me.”
Her stomach knotted uneasily as Lisette’s expression went from honest wonder to sinful amusement in the blink of an eye. Mila gave her a wicked smirk of her own, although it wasn’t entirely convincing since her eyes were too busy flickering down to her throat and back again. She reminded herself that she was only pretending to want to take a bite, but already she could feel her control of the situation slipping as the frenzy crept over her senses. She was acutely aware at that moment of the hands on her hips gripping her tightly. By the time she realized why, Lisette was already flipping her over. In an instant, she found herself on her back, her protest muffled by Lisette’s lips pressing heatedly to hers. But when she was free to speak again, the only sound she made was a breathless exhale as the other woman left teasing kisses along her neck.
“I think I might just let you try it.”
“Oh really?” came her reply through gritted teeth, as she felt her reach that particularly sensitive spot where her pulse had stopped throbbing so long ago. “Careful, you might just like it too much.” Her lips parted instinctively as Lisette exposed her neck.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
It felt so strange to have to crane herself up to reach it, when she was so used to having it somehow pinned beneath her. ‘Leave it to Lisette to make such a domineering act feel somehow subservient,’ Mila thought, as she lifted her head to scrap her teeth against the skin. No gentle kisses or soft nibbling. Her canines left jagged lines that might have beaded with blood had there been any for the taking. After several more deliberately painful gouges, Mila finally sunk her fangs deep into the skin, marveling at the unfamiliar lack of warmth. There was only the cool taste of her skin. Despite being unable to feed, it wasn’t entirely unsatisfying and she continued to bite harder and more viciously than she ever would a frail human. She released her for a moment and did it again with more enthusiasm, snarling her enjoyment. On the third time, she flipped the both of them back to their original positions, rocking the bed as she did so and causing the headboard to hit loudly against the wall that they shared with the neighboring room.
“I could tear your throat wide open,” she gasped, poised to bite her again. She could see the scars on Lisette’s skin from her teeth healing just as quickly as she could inflict them. It was a bluff of course; she might never see Charlie again if she tore apart her only key to finding her. But she sunk her teeth in again as if to emphasize her point. She was starting to get hungrier every time her bite was unrewarded with a lack of substance. She would want to feed soon, even though she’d eaten only a few hours ago and it was too risky to hunt down strangers in the daylight.
“This whet’s my appetite,” she mumbled, licking at her last bite instinctively just as it healed back into flawlessness. Her eyes were dark. Just as she was about to bite yet again, there was a sharp knock that made her head snap towards the door.
“Housekeeping,” came a tired voice.
“Can you come back later?” Mila called, watching the door intently. She listened as the footsteps moved away again and suddenly had a thought. A hotel was probably one of the best places to score a quick snack. The employees would probably be missed if they disappeared for a few ours, but the other patrons were sitting ducks and even had private rooms where they could be stashed for a while, out of sight.
“I’ve got to eat again soon,” she informed her, running her tongue along the point of her tooth.
“I don’t even know your name.”
He blinked at her slowly in surprise, as if he were confused. But then his lip quirked up in a gentle smile and he gave a half shrug. “I don’t think he knows it either.”
He stiffened when she approached him to pull him into a tight hug and looked embarrassed when she thanked him again. He didn’t return her embrace, though he did give her a few hesitant pats on the shoulder.
“I don’t know why you want to leave,” he said, looking wistfully back at the house. “I never want to leave. Not ever.”
“Take care of yourself.” He gave a curious look at that and then gave a hasty nod, but only as if he thought it would please her if he did so. With silent wave he turned back to the house and crept quietly through the door, shutting it noiselessly behind him.
It would take several hours for Booker to finish his feast and be in the mood for torturing his newest toy. When he discovered that privilege denied to him, he made do with the scrawny whelp sitting on the stairs, who seemed only too happy to have his vicious attention…
“You just let her walk right out the door, is that it.”
“No, I-I…I helped her…” the boy wheezed, finding it difficult to speak with Booker’s large hands squeezing his windpipe. He stared up at him with large, admiring eyes as he gasped for breath. “So you and I could… so we could be…a-ahh!” He made pitiful choking sound and his eyes fluttered in ecstasy. He had a knowing half-smile on his face, as if he’d predicted the glorious attention he was receiving. He didn’t seem to register the cold fury in Booker’s eyes as the vampire continued to press the life out of him with methodical increases in pressure.
“You will tell me,” he said in a soft, cruel voice, “which direction she went.” He didn’t release him until the boy’s face began turning an ugly shade of purple.
“Right. Now.”
“We could try it right now. A quick bite, while Booker’s not around to tease us..”
Mila’s ultimate goal might have been to lull Lisette into a state of compliance, to get her to confess Charlie’s whereabouts, but she couldn’t completely deny the fascination she had with the younger, crueler vampire. She knew Lisette was monstrous and embodied every vice she herself struggled with…and yet, a small part of her felt envious of Lisette’s total freedom from guilt and moral dilemma and although those other decidedly human emotions. How much simpler things could be if she hadn’t let herself succumb to that distant ache to be human again.
Charlie had been the one to stir the ache. When Mila pictured her under Booker’s vile ministrations and when she thought about how it was entirely her fault for getting the girl into this mess and not being able to protect her, she nearly trembled with angry frustration. She pushed more roughly against Lisette’s body and gripped the bed sheets with terrifying force. Her sharp teeth were barred and her eyes had focused intensely on the other vampire’s neck, as if she just wanted to rip the information she needed directly from her throat.
“You... you want to bite me?”
Mila’s gaze snapped up to meet Lisette’s eyes, just in time to seem them widen with astonishment and curiosity. The way the younger vampire’s lips had parted in surprise made her seem delightfully vulnerable, for just a split second. It startled Mila, though it was exactly what she was aiming for. She felt the sudden urge to bite her, overwhelmingly and entirely for selfish reasons.
“You want to bite me.”
Her stomach knotted uneasily as Lisette’s expression went from honest wonder to sinful amusement in the blink of an eye. Mila gave her a wicked smirk of her own, although it wasn’t entirely convincing since her eyes were too busy flickering down to her throat and back again. She reminded herself that she was only pretending to want to take a bite, but already she could feel her control of the situation slipping as the frenzy crept over her senses. She was acutely aware at that moment of the hands on her hips gripping her tightly. By the time she realized why, Lisette was already flipping her over. In an instant, she found herself on her back, her protest muffled by Lisette’s lips pressing heatedly to hers. But when she was free to speak again, the only sound she made was a breathless exhale as the other woman left teasing kisses along her neck.
“I think I might just let you try it.”
“Oh really?” came her reply through gritted teeth, as she felt her reach that particularly sensitive spot where her pulse had stopped throbbing so long ago. “Careful, you might just like it too much.” Her lips parted instinctively as Lisette exposed her neck.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
It felt so strange to have to crane herself up to reach it, when she was so used to having it somehow pinned beneath her. ‘Leave it to Lisette to make such a domineering act feel somehow subservient,’ Mila thought, as she lifted her head to scrap her teeth against the skin. No gentle kisses or soft nibbling. Her canines left jagged lines that might have beaded with blood had there been any for the taking. After several more deliberately painful gouges, Mila finally sunk her fangs deep into the skin, marveling at the unfamiliar lack of warmth. There was only the cool taste of her skin. Despite being unable to feed, it wasn’t entirely unsatisfying and she continued to bite harder and more viciously than she ever would a frail human. She released her for a moment and did it again with more enthusiasm, snarling her enjoyment. On the third time, she flipped the both of them back to their original positions, rocking the bed as she did so and causing the headboard to hit loudly against the wall that they shared with the neighboring room.
“I could tear your throat wide open,” she gasped, poised to bite her again. She could see the scars on Lisette’s skin from her teeth healing just as quickly as she could inflict them. It was a bluff of course; she might never see Charlie again if she tore apart her only key to finding her. But she sunk her teeth in again as if to emphasize her point. She was starting to get hungrier every time her bite was unrewarded with a lack of substance. She would want to feed soon, even though she’d eaten only a few hours ago and it was too risky to hunt down strangers in the daylight.
“This whet’s my appetite,” she mumbled, licking at her last bite instinctively just as it healed back into flawlessness. Her eyes were dark. Just as she was about to bite yet again, there was a sharp knock that made her head snap towards the door.
“Housekeeping,” came a tired voice.
“Can you come back later?” Mila called, watching the door intently. She listened as the footsteps moved away again and suddenly had a thought. A hotel was probably one of the best places to score a quick snack. The employees would probably be missed if they disappeared for a few ours, but the other patrons were sitting ducks and even had private rooms where they could be stashed for a while, out of sight.
“I’ve got to eat again soon,” she informed her, running her tongue along the point of her tooth.
Rocking her chair back on two legs, Eva was about to tell one of her friends all about her morning, when she heard the new teacher’s clear voice cut through the murmuring classroom to reprimand her. She stopped mid-sentence, her chair falling back down to all fours with a thump as she turned her shocked gaze toward the front of the room. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. There was a hush over the room now as a few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Some of them were looking at the new teacher in awe and several of them were glancing back at Eva with slight smirks on their faces. This time they weren’t laughing with her.
It took a second for Eva to regain her composure and for the faint blush to subside. But when it did, she cleared her throat in a mimicking way and said, “Excuse me, Mrs…” She looked around the classroom trying to find her name somewhere. She spotted it written on the blackboard. “…Miss Marks. Since you’re new, I don’t think you know how the tardy system here works. We don’t get an absence for the first offense.” One of her friends suppressed a snort when she said “first” but Eva shot her a look. The other students knew exactly what she was trying to do but no one wanted to be a snitch. “And we certainly don’t get Saturday detention right away. It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll figure out how things work around here eventually.”
She was finally taking the opportunity to get a good look at this woman, having barely glanced at her earlier. Even with her back still turned toward the blackboard, Eva could tell their new teacher was young and attractive. Her eyes trailed from her dark curls, to the tight pencil skirt, all the way down her long shapely legs and back up again. Eva quirked an eyebrow appreciatively. She might not be such a bad replacement after all, once I have her wrapped around my finger. There was something else about her that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, something oddly familiar about the curve of her hip, the color and texture of her hair. Eva leaned forward, looking at her curiously…
Summer 2014. Just after midnight at the RAVE nightclub and bar downtown. Eva’s lips were pressed to another woman’s neck, her hips coming to meet hers suggestively and push her roughly to the wall. “I was hoping I’d find you here again,” she murmured against her skin, a hand snaking it’s way up to tangle itself in her hair. It was the same woman she’d met a couple nights ago, over a drink at the bar. There had been an instant chemistry between them that had quickly led to a breathy encounter like they one they were engaged in now. “You’re ticklish,” she exhaled, giving her side another squeeze and delighting in the response. The music pulsed deafeningly and people were pressed all around them, but they seemed completely oblivious to anything else…
Eva stared at the woman at the front of the classroom with wide, unbelieving eyes, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. It had always been dark and loud every time she’d seen her and they had done more “exploring” than talking, but she would certainly recognize her again. The taste of her skin came more readily to mind than her name, though she did remember it.
“S-Stev-..!” she clamped her mouth shut abruptly, before she could stammer out the entire name. She couldn’t just be like, “Hey Stevie, remember me?” Not in front of the entire class. Rumors spread like wildfire through the school and the last thing she wanted was to get Stevie fired from her job. Holy hell… Her new teacher was her summer fling. She was almost positive it was the same woman, though she had yet to see her face… Maybe I’m mistaken…
“Ste-.. Miss Marks, maybe I could talk to you after class about getting that absence removed?” she inquired, a little loudly. She was trying to get her to turn around and look at her. “Miss Marks..?”
It took a second for Eva to regain her composure and for the faint blush to subside. But when it did, she cleared her throat in a mimicking way and said, “Excuse me, Mrs…” She looked around the classroom trying to find her name somewhere. She spotted it written on the blackboard. “…Miss Marks. Since you’re new, I don’t think you know how the tardy system here works. We don’t get an absence for the first offense.” One of her friends suppressed a snort when she said “first” but Eva shot her a look. The other students knew exactly what she was trying to do but no one wanted to be a snitch. “And we certainly don’t get Saturday detention right away. It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll figure out how things work around here eventually.”
She was finally taking the opportunity to get a good look at this woman, having barely glanced at her earlier. Even with her back still turned toward the blackboard, Eva could tell their new teacher was young and attractive. Her eyes trailed from her dark curls, to the tight pencil skirt, all the way down her long shapely legs and back up again. Eva quirked an eyebrow appreciatively. She might not be such a bad replacement after all, once I have her wrapped around my finger. There was something else about her that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, something oddly familiar about the curve of her hip, the color and texture of her hair. Eva leaned forward, looking at her curiously…
Summer 2014. Just after midnight at the RAVE nightclub and bar downtown. Eva’s lips were pressed to another woman’s neck, her hips coming to meet hers suggestively and push her roughly to the wall. “I was hoping I’d find you here again,” she murmured against her skin, a hand snaking it’s way up to tangle itself in her hair. It was the same woman she’d met a couple nights ago, over a drink at the bar. There had been an instant chemistry between them that had quickly led to a breathy encounter like they one they were engaged in now. “You’re ticklish,” she exhaled, giving her side another squeeze and delighting in the response. The music pulsed deafeningly and people were pressed all around them, but they seemed completely oblivious to anything else…
Eva stared at the woman at the front of the classroom with wide, unbelieving eyes, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. It had always been dark and loud every time she’d seen her and they had done more “exploring” than talking, but she would certainly recognize her again. The taste of her skin came more readily to mind than her name, though she did remember it.
“S-Stev-..!” she clamped her mouth shut abruptly, before she could stammer out the entire name. She couldn’t just be like, “Hey Stevie, remember me?” Not in front of the entire class. Rumors spread like wildfire through the school and the last thing she wanted was to get Stevie fired from her job. Holy hell… Her new teacher was her summer fling. She was almost positive it was the same woman, though she had yet to see her face… Maybe I’m mistaken…
“Ste-.. Miss Marks, maybe I could talk to you after class about getting that absence removed?” she inquired, a little loudly. She was trying to get her to turn around and look at her. “Miss Marks..?”
Hahaha! xD I loved your post! Oh this is gonna be fun. You did that from your phone?? Wow, I am way impressed! Stevie is such a cute name btw. I'll send you a reply tonight after I get home from work. This rp is going to be a good one x)
No worries, I enjoyed it :D That last bit was very sweet, when Lenora was like, what am I going to do with you x)
Hell yeah I'll team up with you to do this then x) I'll look into the process too and see what I can find out. I mean, we're already sort of doing it for fun, why not give it shot? It'd be cool if there was a way to pay two separate authors, but if not, I suppose I could trust you ;) It's not like any sensitive information would have to be exchanged - paypal can handle it in a secure way. I still wonder if people would actually buy it!! I'd use the money for school books too lol. $200 will get me like, one xD Haha, but hey, I wouldn't complain.
Hell yeah I'll team up with you to do this then x) I'll look into the process too and see what I can find out. I mean, we're already sort of doing it for fun, why not give it shot? It'd be cool if there was a way to pay two separate authors, but if not, I suppose I could trust you ;) It's not like any sensitive information would have to be exchanged - paypal can handle it in a secure way. I still wonder if people would actually buy it!! I'd use the money for school books too lol. $200 will get me like, one xD Haha, but hey, I wouldn't complain.
It was really fun x) The kids were all really great. They were all wide-eyed and quite around me when I first came to the day care to start leading art activities, and were watching me with nervous grins, like they weren't quite sure how to behave around me xD I guess it was because I seemed to be sort of in charge, but not really an old person either, like the other day care teachers xD They were probably thinking "what can we get away with around you?" haha xD A lot of the little ones would give me a coloring book page to color and then when I was finished they would ask breathlessly if they could take it home with them XD and then some other kid would see me give it to them and they would want one too x) it was soooo cute. The biggest triumph was when some of the boys didn't want to do origami with us - so I made a paper ninja star and threw it at one of them and suddenly they were all dying to make one too x) I really did enjoy it!
Woah that's pretty awesome! Does that mean you get free gym access then?? Luckily the ref usually catches on if too much diving is going on in a match. But it's been happening a lot in the World Cup and it's always hilarious when the commentators start to get pissed off about it XD There are some funny video on youtube too of the best World Cup Fifa dives and it's just montages of these huge soccer players pretending to have just been thrown to the ground by the opposite team, in the most dramatic way xD Have you had to deal with drama off stage from other dancers? I can imagine encountering some bitchy people, when it's so competitive and there's the pressure to have a certain body type and all.
Wait who's Carrie? Extravagant dance moms haha, I'm picturing them now x) Kind of makes me think of the moms of toddler beauty pageants and how crazy obsessive they are about living vicariously through their daughters. Have you ever seen that show, Toddlers and Tiaras?
Oho, touché! xD And yes Lena Heady <3<3
Yeah I thought that was a brilliant way to loop the two story lines back together! I was trying to think of something that could work and you did it so cleanly, it made me grin and be like "Oh shit, Mila, omg you're about to get another strike. If Charlie finds you with Lisette, you're gonna have some splainin to do" x) Man, I am very eager to see what's going to happen hehe... I'm working on your post now, I'll have it up by tomorrow! Edit: I can't believe I said something so embarrassing lol x) But yeah, butterflies.
Oh man, yay, I am so so so relieved to hear you say that xD Less frequent posting is completely fine with me if it means we get to keep going! Haha, phew!
Happy Canada Day eh!!! :D Lazing around a pool is exactly what I want to be doing right now x) I'm getting ready for some 4th of July festivities myself. Me, Simon, and some other friends of ours are gonna have a cookout at his place and get pleasantly buzzed on cheap beer and then go to the state fair grounds and watch the fireworks show.
Lol, when I lived with my Canadian roommate, I once made a comment to her about wondering why some people in my neighborhood would set off their fireworks a few days before the 4th of July, like couldn't they just wait a couple more days?? And she gives me a look and says, uh how do you know they aren't celebrating Canada Day? They might be Canadian you know. And I was like, oh. xD *mind blown*
Woah that's pretty awesome! Does that mean you get free gym access then?? Luckily the ref usually catches on if too much diving is going on in a match. But it's been happening a lot in the World Cup and it's always hilarious when the commentators start to get pissed off about it XD There are some funny video on youtube too of the best World Cup Fifa dives and it's just montages of these huge soccer players pretending to have just been thrown to the ground by the opposite team, in the most dramatic way xD Have you had to deal with drama off stage from other dancers? I can imagine encountering some bitchy people, when it's so competitive and there's the pressure to have a certain body type and all.
Wait who's Carrie? Extravagant dance moms haha, I'm picturing them now x) Kind of makes me think of the moms of toddler beauty pageants and how crazy obsessive they are about living vicariously through their daughters. Have you ever seen that show, Toddlers and Tiaras?
Oho, touché! xD And yes Lena Heady <3<3
Yeah I thought that was a brilliant way to loop the two story lines back together! I was trying to think of something that could work and you did it so cleanly, it made me grin and be like "Oh shit, Mila, omg you're about to get another strike. If Charlie finds you with Lisette, you're gonna have some splainin to do" x) Man, I am very eager to see what's going to happen hehe... I'm working on your post now, I'll have it up by tomorrow! Edit: I can't believe I said something so embarrassing lol x) But yeah, butterflies.
Oh man, yay, I am so so so relieved to hear you say that xD Less frequent posting is completely fine with me if it means we get to keep going! Haha, phew!
Happy Canada Day eh!!! :D Lazing around a pool is exactly what I want to be doing right now x) I'm getting ready for some 4th of July festivities myself. Me, Simon, and some other friends of ours are gonna have a cookout at his place and get pleasantly buzzed on cheap beer and then go to the state fair grounds and watch the fireworks show.
Lol, when I lived with my Canadian roommate, I once made a comment to her about wondering why some people in my neighborhood would set off their fireworks a few days before the 4th of July, like couldn't they just wait a couple more days?? And she gives me a look and says, uh how do you know they aren't celebrating Canada Day? They might be Canadian you know. And I was like, oh. xD *mind blown*
Hm, that does sound pretty interesting. I'd be willing to do something like that. Can anyone self publish a book on Amazon or does it have to go through an approval process? That would be a pretty sweet way to make a few bucks, as long as people actually bought it x)
No prob, there's no rush x) Haha, hey yeah we should. There's a niche in the market for some decent lezzie romance isn't there; we need to get on it. We could make a fortune xD
Name: Eva Clark
Age: 18
Personality:
Bio:
Work in progress!
Age: 18
Personality:
Bio:
Work in progress!
I live in Raleigh and even this city feels too crowded, so I'm sure I would find NYC stifling too x) But still, it just sounds so cool and interesting to live there.
Then you should definitely read that book, it's soooo good. Another good one by that author is Tipping the Velvet. Both of them are steamy without being pornographic and the characters and story lines are fantastic. Honestly, I'm always on the lookout for good lesbian romance too, doesn't seem like there's that much out there to choose from Dx
Then you should definitely read that book, it's soooo good. Another good one by that author is Tipping the Velvet. Both of them are steamy without being pornographic and the characters and story lines are fantastic. Honestly, I'm always on the lookout for good lesbian romance too, doesn't seem like there's that much out there to choose from Dx
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