kinda random but opinions on alex g đĽđĽ
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ok first off why did u send this THREE times đđ
i had to search who he was and i listened to a couple of his most popular songs on spotify. iâve heard a few of them on tiktok before but never really cared enough to listen in full BUT!! after listening a little, i fuck with his style iâll def make an effort to listen to some other songs of his too
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is anyone elseâs tumblr being stupidrecently
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i need arlecchinos fat fucking strap inside of me :((
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it would be so funny if lyney has a crush on the traveler but the traveler has a crush on arlecchino
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So, golden retriever boy Sam is good, but hereâs a concept
Orange cat boy Sam
Oh gosh I've been seeing a lot of OrangeCatBoy!Sam around lately
I can definitely imagine it- clumsy Sammy bumping into things, knocking down a vase with his arm while he was trying to talk to someone.
OrangeCatBoy!Sam resonates with the headcannon of ADHD Sam- and ik for myself have the motor functions of- idek- someone with adhd aksdbsoehsjdbs whAT IM SAYING IS I CANT NOT BUMP INTO THINGS ITS LOWKEY AN ISSUE ALSO I BROKE A VASE YESTERDAY AND I FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT IT
OrangeCatBoy!Sam who's covered in themed bandaids/plasters, bruises on his limbs, maybe a chip in his Kitty ear.
He would definitely get startled at something like a cucumber </3
Born to hunt, forced to nearly fall into a river because a leaf scared him.
OrangeCatBoy!Sam would be a cuddle bug, snuggling up on you, purring so sweetly in your neck :(
I can't think of any smut for cat Sammy :(
If y'all have ideas please indulge me <33
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đśđşđ˝đźđżđđŽđťđ ⣠please reblog && leave feedback. HAPPY 4/20! i was gonna do some dizzy drabbles but i couldnât get this out of my head. not proofread ( and written when i was in the clouds ) so thereâs probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
what had started out as a fun prank on your best friend for revenge ended with you completely at his mercy, unbeknownst to him.
picking up around the studio wasnât something you did too often, considering it a breach of Rafayelâs privacy, but when you got there and he wasnât home, you let yourself inside like you usually did. you were about an hour early, anyways. you hadnât taken two steps when you stumble over a pile of crumpled sketch paper. you scrunched your brows as you gazed around your environment. scattered brushes, broken pencils, and a canvas half-painted in the middle of the floor. you sighed; perhaps Rafayel had hit a wall with his muse and had gone for a walk on the beach. the least you could do for him, youâd decided, was to clean up a bit. after all, a clean space is a productive space, right?
that was when you came across it, left carelessly on his bed, swaddled in a sea of white sheets and the comforter. youâd never seen one in real life until this moment, and at first you mistook it for a woman asleep in his bed with her butt sticking out of the blanketsâ but, it was fake. a plump, nearly life sized ass sitting atop the mattress.
does Rafayel really use something like this?
you found your cheeks heated up with embarrassment when you pictured him mounting it, both of his smooth palm against the cheeks, svelte digits digging into the silicone to spread it open wide enough for him to push insideâŚ
shaking your head to snap yourself out of the fantasy, you look around, making sure no one was around to see you get lost in your own desire for him. âSâstupid.â you muttered to yourself, stepping closer to touch the fleshiest part of it. surprisingly soft, as soft as your own skin. your brow quirks, fingers sliding to the waistband of a pair of cerulean, lace panties that adorned the faux lower body. it seemed so strange to have clothes on something that was meant to stay hidden and used in private, as if the silicone slab had been laid out meticulouslyâŚ
no, Rafayel didnât use this for his own pleasure, you decided. this was a prank. an elaborate one, but one meant to fluster you when you came over.
he was such an ass!
âOh yeah?â you challenge under your breath, grasping the panties and tugging them off of the toy, âYou want to play games? I can play, too.â determined to outprank Rafayel, you toss the panties on the bed and stash the toy beneath the bed. it was surprisingly heavy, and made a splat when it hit the surface of the floor, you had to stifle a chuckle as just hilarious this was. you didnât want him to win, even if he wasnât there to see it. quickly unbuttoning your pants, you discard them and the panties you were wearing, kicking them under the bed, too. then, you grab the cerulean lace and pull them onâ perfect fit! you took a moment to glance in a nearby mirror, turning slightly. your ass had a similar curve and complexion, and you hoped it was enough to fool him, at least long enough for you to scare him when he least expected it. then, you climb into the bed, scrupulous as you nest your top half under a pile of blankets, the pillows resting on the top of your shoulders to hide your head. there was also the issue with your legs. it took a great amount of wrapping sheets around your thighs as you kick and squirm, before youâre finally perfectly positionedâ identical to the way heâd left the fake ass, your own sticks out as if inviting him, as you wait for him to return.
at first, it had been difficult to keep yourself from jittering, too excited to see the look on his face when you jump out, effectively one-upping his lewd joke. but, as the minutes ticked on, with your entire body hidden within his bedding, youâd started to sweat, breathing in the dense air trapped under the pillows with you, and you had to readjust several times. it took so long that you were just about to give up on the prank and unbury yourself, before you heard the door open.
showtime.
you felt knots of excitement tying themselves together in your belly as you willed yourself to be as still as possible, and appear as the lifeless, silicone toy.
you could hear him moving about the studio, sighing, and your heart was starting to beat faster in your earsâ you hoped that he would hurry to his room, so you could reveal yourself soon, and you could get out from under this suffocating duvet.
when heâd stepped into the bedroom, you hear the door close behind him, and you have to physically keep yourself from kicking your feet in excitement. it was almost time to scare the living daylights out of your best friend. your muscles tighten, ready to jump up, but a sound abruptly stops you.
a zipper.
you freeze, listening silently to the sound of rusting fabric. soft thuds as he kicked out of his shoes, and a whoosh that follows towards the floor.
was he undressing?
your eyes widen only when you hear a heavy breath, followed by the click of a cap. squeezing, then a low moan coming from behind you. it was Rafayel. your eyes widen. youâd never heard such a sound from his mouth, and you had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. the subtle skin slapping that started slow, but sped up shortly after, his breath getting heavier simultaneously. you realized how wrong it was to hear Rafayel pleasuring himself, especially when he didnât know that you were there. you should really say something, open your mouth and let him know that he wasnât alone, but when your lips parted, you couldnât force any sound from it. you were too stunned by these sounds to give him any kind of warning. you listen, mouth agape and eyes big, staring into the headboard of his bed as he takes a few steps towards the foot of it. your mind races, realizing that he had not placed the toy on his bed for you to find itâ
this had not been a toilet-humor prank that he was putting together. he simply hadnât had the time to hide his private toys before you stumbled upon them.
to solidify this revelation, you feel one hand tracing over the shape of your ass. his fingers were warm and slick, and you nearly gasped, sealing your lips just in time for his digits to curl around the panties and tug on them, inching down your thighs. he would definitely discover you were disguising yourself as the toy when he couldnât take them all the way off, and that thought was equally humiliating and comforting. you didnât exactly love the idea of him finding out now, after exposing your cunt to him, and now that youâd gotten an earful of him jerking off, but at least things wouldnât go further. Rafayel doesnât, however, try to pull the panties down completely. instead, he seems content to leave them around your thighs, and his fingers trace upwards, slowly and skillfully, until they trace your netherlips, slathering your sex in what had to be lube, cool and wet.
oh, god. your top teeth sink into your lower lip as his fingertips swipe full laps between your folds. the pads rub against your most sensitive nub, leaving it throbbing and begging for more attention before they drag downwards, teasing your opening. he didnât seem to notice that your cunt spasms, attempting to clamp down on his fingers, before they run another lap. he lets out a heavy breath, the sound of his palm smacking against his abdomen as he fucks his own hand in tandem to the way he was unknowingly teasing your pussy making your head spin.
this was so wrong.
you had to tell him right now.
your tiers part once more, this time determined to stop this beforeâ
the swollen, slippery head of Rafayelâs cock rubs against your slit. one hand covers your mouth to keep any sound, words or otherwise, from escaping as you realize that itâs too late to expose yourself now. youâd look like a total creep, taking advantage of your best friend by pretending to be his sex toy. âHuhâuhhâŚâ Rafayel emitted a low moan as he rubbed his dick against you a few more times, before planting one palm on your ass, the other holding tight to his base as he plunged inside.
it took all you had within you to not let out a cry of surprise at the sudden entry. your free hand grips the sheet so tightly you fear your nails will rip holes in it, and your toes curl beneath the mattress. Rafayel had been under the impression that he could be as rough as he wanted, because the pussy was nothing but a silicone replica, and so his rhythm was steady, deep pumping almost immediately upon bottoming out in your guts. âFuck,â he breathes out, hips thumping against your ass, both hands grasping at it. âFâfeels good⌠yeah,â
he was right about that, and you wished you could vocalize it. your walls fluttered about in delight as he pounded into you, his cock was longer than youâd thought it would be, the tip bold in its deep exploration, prodding against your g-spot with every, full thrust of his hips. you fought the urge to bounce back, meet his movements with equally eager grinding. instead, your eyes began to roll and your lids flittered, and the grip on your own mouth tightened to keep any of your stifled mewls and whimpers from escaping. you couldnât, however, keep from gushing when he hit the perfect depth with his fervent stroking, and you could only hope that his thorough drenching you in lubrication would be enough to mask this.
you could hear him panting, moaning, swearing, as he fucked you with reckless abandon. his fingers digging into your warm, satin skin, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you. it was as if you felt every, single vein as they rub your walls, autographing your insides, claiming them as his as he uses you.
âYeah, yeah, yeahâŚ!â
he was getting louder, his hips bucking more powerfully, more erratically, and the throbbing in your core was a testament to just how close to cumming he was.
you knew how wrong this was, but all rational thinking was dissipating; you were enjoying being fucked like this; greedy, careless pounding, by your closest friend too much to ruin it, now. you didnât want to stop it, not until he was fully satiated.
âFâfuck, yeah,â Rafayel swoons, grabbing full fists of your ass, pulling your ass back to meet his hungry hip-snapping, âmore, more, more!â
you couldnât take much more, and you push your face into the mattress to keep quiet, both hands scrambling to hold on to something, squeezing the edge of the mattress with your nails sinking inâ anything to relieve the pressure he was forcing as deep into you as he could. your feet wanted to kick, your back wanted to arch, and you wanted to scream out in pure pleasure, so you clung to the bed as tightly as you could in hopes that you could ride out the orgasm he was ripping from you.
he didnât even seem to notice your twitching and subtle squirming beneath the blankets as he made you drop off and come undone, which you were thankful for, because he was too caught up in chasing his own high. âGonna cum, gonna cum!â Rafayel was sputtering, desperately trying to get there, pressing all of his weight against your ass as he pumps a few more, deep and hard, thrusts into you before he grunts, and releases. as if heâd been pent up for quite a while, you felt a spattering of warmth, and then it spreads as he fills your belly with his essence. you nearly lose it in this moment, and almost blow your cover, your walls clamping down on his cock as he starts to retract. it felt so good to be full of Rafayel that you didnât want him to pull out, but he does so with a ragged moan. thereâs an uncomfortable emptiness that follows his abandoning of your cunt, the feeling of being fucked deep and left there, your oblivious best friendâs cum dribbling out of your used pussy as it twitches and your muscles stay tense. you knew you were leaving a small puddle on his sheets below you, but you could hear him milling around the room instead of focusing on you, now.
âDamn,â he mutters to himself, and you his phone unlock, then the rapid-fire tapping of his fingers on the keys. was he⌠texting?
you were answered when you heard the faint vibrating of your phone in your pants pocket, hidden under the bed. he texted you?! at first, you think he mustâve heard it, because everything went silent, and you waited for him to start shouting, but he doesnât.
a few moments later, the door opens, and his footsteps fade as he swaggers down the corridor, satiated, and a moment later, you hear the shower turn on.
for the first time in several minutes, your muscles relax for a moment, before you swim out from your heated prison in a hurry, scrambling under the bed to grab your phone. every move you made, you could feel his release swirling around inside you and dribbling down your thighs, and you groan at the sensation, and the trail you made before you pulled the panties up to keep any more from leaving evidence. staring at the screen, panting and fucked out, your eyes barely focusing, you read the message in disbelief.
just woke up so iâm running late. stop on the way and buy lunch or something iâm starving
liar.
but you didnât have time to dwell on the message; you get dressed as quickly as you can, what with your legs trembling like shaken jelly and your insides sore from Rafayelâs eager plowing, and hoist the fake butt back into place on top of the bed. you had to make a stealthy exit before he got out of the shower. stuffing your own panties into your pocket, you decide the best way to avoid an even stickier mess on his floor that would certainly be noticeable, you had to wear the panties meant for the doll. you could only pray he didnât realize theyâd gone missing right away, and later today when you could sneak away to the bathroom, youâd put them back in place.
so, stumbling and trying to catch your breath, freshly fucked, you leave through the sliding back door, the one that faces the shoreside, and closes it behind you to complete your escape.
once outside, you exhale deeply, lean against his car, hidden from windowsâ views, to evaluate the damage, beyond the mess of him in your panties. you groan, covering your face with both hands in belated guilt.
you could never, ever tell him about this!
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I am all for yandere single dad!
Not sure if this counts BUT, a yandere dad that ends up falling for the nanny his wife hired to watch their daughter.
A well off business man, finely tailored suit, who's been stuck in a dead marriage with a woman he can't stand.
Although he adores his daughter he rarely has time for her because of his highly demanding job. To make matters worse, her supposed "mother", if you even call her that, doesn't give her the time of day and constantly ignores her
He didn't think his life would turn out like this.
In their college days, he and wife then girlfriend, had been dating for a year before he finally decided to end things after having grown sick of her demanding and entitled attitude.
However, when he tried to break up with her, she announced she was pregnant with his child. Of course he had his doubts and demanded a paternity test. Instead she went behind his back and told his parents.
Both their families were very conservative and had high standings in their communities. So as to save face, they pressured him into marrying her so as to not cause a scandal. So under threat of disownment by his family and the chance of his reputation being ruined for being considered a man who abandoned his child after getting a woman pregnant. He craved and agreed.
The first few years were decent. Despite, the way they got to together, he tried to make the relationship work but it soon became clear she had no interest in that.
As soon as his daughter was old enough to do certain things on her own, his wife stopped wanting anything to do with her. Instead preferring to go out with her friends, shopping and partying as if she was still a single 19 year old college girl.
The few times she isn't out spending large amounts out his money, she sitting at home doing nothing but watching TV or online. All while completely ignoring her daughter.
If that was bad enough, he's pretty sure she been cheating on him. She's constantly going out dressed to the nines in makeup and expensive clothes. She always on her phone and keeps it locked when she's not. And has been very distant as of the past few years.
He has thought about just divorcing her and finding someone else but nothing ever really came of that idea.
He grew up with the idea that divorce was a sin and once a person makes those vows, you can't ever break. Though that wasn't his true concern. His main worry was losing his daughter.
His wife was a vindictive woman who surely do anything in her power to make his life a living hell if he dared divorce her. And that included using their daughter as a mean to hurt him.
The court were they lived had tenancy to reward majority custody to the mother, even if the father is more suitable to raise the child. And knowing his wife, she'd probably claim he was abusive to her and their daughter, which would grant her a higher chance of gaining full custody. And didn't want to risk losing his daughter to her neglectful mother.
So, her surmised it would be better to wait until his daughter was 18 to divorce his wife.
However, things changed when you entered the picture.
A nanny hired by his wife to watch their daughter for a few hours while she was out.
He remembers coming home that day and finding you there in the living room playing with his daughter.
Of course he was shocked and asked what you were doing in his house, but after explaining the situation, he was left furious! His had life their daughter with a complete stranger without bothering to consult him first!?
His anger only grew when you tell him you were only supposed to watch his daughter for a couple of hours, but his wife had been gone all day and no matter how many times you tried to call her, she wouldn't answer her phone.
She didn't even tell you how to reach him or give you a list of things rules for the young girl. She just shoved her daughter on you and told you to watch her. Didn't even pay you before hand. You didn't feel comfortable leaving such a young child by alone, so you stayed and waited for the father to come home.
Feeling bad for you, he decided to just pay you for your trouble and let you go home.
However, when you tried to leave, his daughter grabbed onto your leg and started crying, saying she didn't want you to leave.
This shocked both of you and he tried to convince his daughter to let go of you to no avail. Eventually he asked if you wanted a job watching his daughter during the week days while he and his wife are out, promising to pay you a high amount. Not seeing an issue with that you agreed.
Over the course of a few months, he slowly begins realize he's developed feelings for you.
You're so kind and attentive with his daughter. Always willing to play with her or help her with homework. You even worry about her safety and comfort her when she hurts herself. He sees how his daughter's eyes light up when you arrive. How she come running towards you wanting a hug and you'll happily pick her up and spin her around.
He looks forward to coming home to see you cooking dinner for his daughter and even going as far as making a plate for him.
He hates coming home and seeing his wife there instead of you. He goes resentful of his wife to the point he can't even look at her without feeling disgust and anger.
You should be his wife, not this selfish, leech of a woman. You're the one he was meant to marry, not that wh#re that forced into this sham of a marriage only to open her legs the second someone new comes around.
Surely, you think this way too. All he needs to do is get rid of the parasite taking your place. It'd be so easy too. it's not as if anyone would miss her, she's widely hated by their neighbors and even her own friend group.
The only people he has to worry about is her awful family, but that's not an issue. He can just make it look like an accident and hold a funeral for their families. It'll be the last time they see his daughter. He has no plans of letting them continue to be in their lives after he marries you. And if they become a problem he'll gladly let them join their daughter in hell. The same goes for his parents.
His parents will undoubtedly cause a ruckus about him remarrying soon after his wife's passing, especially with someone they don't approve of. But his parents have controlled his life long enough and it's time for them to understand who has the true say in the family.
Aw he can't wait to see you in a gorgeous white dress on your wedding day. Surely you won't refuse right? After all his daughter will be so sad to see you leave again. You're already a perfect parent to her and he can easily support you with his salary, so you won't even need to work!
There's no reason to say no~
(GOODNESS I loved this and decided to make a little scenario on how I think he got the whole idea for marrying you in the first place. Itâs a bit of a rough draft but I still like it! I hope you do too!)
Coming home this early was a blessing he hardly got to enjoy. Usually when he came home at all there was hardly a hello from the woman he called his wife, and dinner was something a day or two old in the fridge.
Today, however, he was pleasantly stunned. You stood there over the stove while his baby girl giggled beside you, adding what looked like food coloring to a batch of batter. Now, what on earth could you two possibly be up too?
A nanny cooking with a child isnât odd, not in the least. But something about this was different, more domestic and wholesome than just a paid worker bonding with the child they look after. Especially when you gave him that sweet, welcoming look over your shoulder when he announced his arrival.
âOh! Hello! Sorry I didnât hear you- we were-â you were happily cut off by his daughter, who clapped her hands excitedly. âDaddy! Come look! We made silly pancakes!â
He chuckled, walking over as he places his keys down. He watched as you flipped the green pancake over and slid it onto a plate, where his daughter happily added a fistful of sprinkles and handed it to him.
You give a playful smirk and point to her âI think she might be the best chef in the house. Why have me cook when sheâs a five star chef?â
He laughed with you and set the plate aside, picking up his daughter to give her a kiss on the head. âI wouldnât normally approve of pancakes for dinner butâŚhmmâŚsince youâre such an artist, Daddy can let it slideâ.
You all smile and get ready for dinner as he tells you about his day. You genuinely listen, setting his plate down as you sit beside him and ask follow up questions even. While you two chat and talk, he feels so relaxed and even, dare he say loved. This dinner feels like such a dream, until his daughter makes a mess with syrup on the table and starts to tear up.
You give her a worried look and hush her softly, asking what the matter was. âIt was an accident sweetie. You arenât in trouble at all! Weâll get you cleaned up and get back to eating ok?â.
She sniffles and nods her head, wiping her eyes as she looks at her daddy. âI-I justâŚmommy yells at me for t-things like that and-and I didnât wanna-â she continues to get upset, and watching as you coax her down and soothe her made him both relived and upset.
Of course his wife would be like that. Always yelling and belittling people over the smallest of things, making everything a show of drama. She couldnât even bother to be home and be an actual part of the family, to cook or simply be there for their daughter when sheâs learning and growing and needing a person to bond with.
Heâs had enough. Heâs had enough for years now but now things are finally becoming more clear.
Youâre meant to be there, meant to be by his side and help this family finally heal and become normal. In just the two hours of being around you today, heâs felt more of a family bond than the nearly ten years hes been married to that parasite.
He says nothing as he stands in the doorway of the restroom, eyes protectively watching over his daughter and you. Someone so kind and gentle, nurturing and loving. To think he let his daughter be starved of this, to be scarred for so long.
He wonât let this mistake go on any longer.
But papers and money wonât get rid of the disease that is his wife. Sheâll go down fighting and might even take the person he adores the most away, leaving him torn apart.
The plan can be made later on when heâs in bed. For now, he thinks, heâll help wash up his daughter so you all can get back to dinner and story time. âSee princess? Nothing bad at all. All cleaned up and ready for more special pancakes!â.
âSilly pancakesâ you both correct, you with a knowing smile that he pronounced it wrong on purpose. He gives a shrug, barley hiding his grin ânah, pretty sure I heard you the first time. Special pancakes with princess sprinklesâ.
His daughter giggles and hugs his leg, looking up at him âyouâre so silly daddyâ. He bends down to pick her up, carrying her with one arm as he looks at your smile.
This feels so right. So warm and welcoming. It hurts him to know that you arenât tied to him- to THIS. Youâll have to leave the house soon, go to your own home where youâre own life is. God, he wants to just keep you here and never let you go! Youâre such a bright beacon of light in what this nightmare has become!
While you chat with his daughter at the table, he canât help but let his eyes admire your fingers. They have no ring, and his wedding band would look perfect on you. Making a statement that you belonged to him. That he loved you and wouldnât break that sanctity for anything in the world.
He canât wait to tear the ring off of his soon to be missing wife. Heâll have to sneak your ring size off of you somehow, but the wait will be worth it. This time, he knows heâs doing the right thing.
And he wonât let someone as good as you leave him.
-Mommabean (please tell me what you think! â¤ď¸)
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mm oviposition
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r u in heat. why do u want to breed every man u see
wrio would totally have a breeding kink -đĽ
when am i ever not in heat
also TRUE HE FUCKING WOULD i NEED him to breed me. i NEED to breed him.
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All of us @ scara đ
till heâs GAPING and DRIPPING CUM. till heâs ROUND and FULL. till heâs GIVING BIRTH.
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boy pussy albedo... đ
like, subscribe and hit the bell. iconnand follow adm sibsrive!! -đĽ
give me ten mins in a room with him and when i leave heâs gonna be GAPING.
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why do i get so horny on my period đ - đĽ
periods are just so silly
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Bro every time I simp for a male character I imagine them as a WOMEN. (And Its fun.)
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gay gay homosexual gay
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lock me in a room with afab and amab scara đđ all 3 of us will come out pregnant
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i need to slurp on afab scaraâs pussy đđ
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and when i finally break and post the most deranged fic ever, what then??
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