[ Megumi leans into Yuji, brow furrowed with genuine consideration. ]
I like longer.
[ Megumi, meanwhile, prefers deep stimulation; the stretch of fullness is less important to her, even if she definitely enjoys it. ]
I'm kind of... tight sometimes? It takes a minute for me to handle more, I guess. [ Whether it's natural muscle tension or a latent anxiety that Megumi is completely oblivious to, that doesn't matter; she's just learned that it can take her longer to warm up, to handle extra penetration.
But when she's in the right mood, the discomfort matters a lot less to her: it's a masochistic outlet, a flash of primal pain that gets her off harder than she actively realizes. ]
[ A longer one, that’ll fit in her harness… She has a few, from her playing with Suguru, and as long as Megumi doesn’t mind - they’re all clean after all - then she has a good idea of where to go. Reaching in, she pulls out a longer toy, a nice blue colour, more human like in shape than anything else.
No need to go too wild. ]
You saw how wet I get, so that’s never been an issue for me or anything. When I’m in the mood I like to feel as stretched as I can be. That’s why Suguru thought about him and Gojo-kun to begin with.
[ Casually, Yuji leans in and nuzzles her friend’s neck. ]
I’ll make sure you’re comfortable when I fuck you, okay?
[ Megumi hasn't been able to forget how soaked Yuji was for their husbands, the sticky mess on Megumi's tongue, and Megumi is eager now to get to experience Yuji's wetness for herself – no remnants of Satoru nor Suguru when Megumi tastes her. She's never experienced anything like that before, since it takes a lot more for her to get to that point, usually. (Megumi is self-conscious about her body's responses, though she doesn't feel inclined to say as much; it comes out far more in her mood and silence than anything she expresses to others. Vulnerability isn't one of her strong suits. Never has been. But right now, she's less focused on her insecurities and instead, whole-heartedly invested in the arousing potential of this whole ordeal.)
She watches Yuji pick a toy, nearly relieved when it's fairly normal. Megumi can get behind more than her fair share of kinks, but when it's her first time with Yuji? She doesn't want to throw in too many new variables. Another nod, her chin tipping up automatically to give Yuji more space for nuzzling, the warm tickle of breath sending a shiver up Megumi's spine. ]
... Yeah. [ She knows Yuji will take care of her. ]
... I like being uncomfortable sometimes. [ Sometimes, she likes it when it hurts. ] But today, we should take it easy. That one looks good.
[ The toy is put aside for now, Yuji moving closer to Megumi. Slowly, she almost crawls into her friend’s lap, straddling her and wrapping arms around her neck.
It feels easy. Natural. Right. It feels good, and she smiles as she leans in, their noses touching again, her fingers stroking through Megumi’s hair with all the tenderness that she has inside of her. ]
Maybe another time we can play with that. We can see how uncomfortable you like to be. But this time…
[ Megumi doesn't tense or flinch away from Yuji as she climbs close; instead, Megumi feels herself unwinding, relaxing into the closeness and intimacy with Yuji. She usually hates being touched by people who aren't her husband, prefers her personal space, but it's effortless with Yuji, invigorating instead of exhausting. Even the casual mention of "another time" is... exciting? They haven't talked about those details yet, but some reason, this feels more like an introduction than a taste-testing.
One arm sliding around Yuji's waist, Megumi slips her fingers tentatively up under the hem of Yuji's shirt, trailing over bare skin. ]
I'm yours right now. [ With no time limit or expectation. ]
[ The touch of a hand against her skin has Yuji breathing out sharply, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. It’s real, this is happening, and it feels amazing. She wiggles that little bit closer to Megumi, her expression filled with her adoration for her best friend. ]
I’ll cherish it. Okay?
[ It feels as if it’s too easy to lean in and kiss her, but Yuji can’t resist any longer. Her arms tighten around Megumi’s neck as she tilts her head, stealing her mouth with a hard press of lips against lips, rising into it. ]
[ The thing is, Megumi believes Yuji. She knows that her best friend means this, that she'll protect Megumi's heart and her body just as much as she always has all these years, and Megumi melts with how that fond warmth fills her chest, so overwhelming that the only outlet she can find is to kiss Yuji back.
Pulling Yuji closer as much as she presses up into the kiss, Megumi meets the insistence, the heat, the delicious warmth that fills her senses and makes her tingle from head to toe. Emboldened by a yearning Megumi didn't even realize was there, she slides her palm up Yuji's bare back, squeezing gently over muscle and the lines of such a beautiful form as she parts her lips, venturing forward with her tongue.
She can't blame Satoru for being so eager to touch and taste Yuji, and now, she wants to catch up. ]
[ It hits her that maybe they ought to get off the floor or something, but right now all Yuji can think about is leaning in to steal more kisses, tilting her head to take and take. It feels good, to kiss Megumi like this, her arms wrapped around her and being able to hold her tenderly; of course she wants to keep doing it.
Leaning into her, trying to steal more of her, she only pauses to breathe out and glance up at her friend shyly. ]
[ Megumi nearly chases Yuji's lips when she draws back, but instead, her head bobs in a nod and no shred of hesitation. ]
Yeah.
[ The only reason she doesn't want to move is, well, that means she has to stop kissing Yuji for a minute. She's not strong enough to sweep Yuji into her arms like Suguru might, but she pries herself away from her best friend, effortlessly reaching for the other woman's hand to link their fingers again. Climbing to her feet, Megumi tugs Yuji back towards the bed, plopping down again and barely waiting for Yuji to settle before leaning in to keep kissing her. ]
[ Yuji had been tempted to just pick Megumi up and carry her over to the bed, but the loss of it doesn't bother her at all; she trails after her friend without any hesitation, as if she's on some kind of leash. Leaning down, she climbs back over her best friend and slides their mouths together again.
Fingers lift, stroking under the hem of Megumi's shirt, pushing higher, seeking out the shape of her breast, the lace holding them in place, and she groans softly. ]
[ It feels weird being in someone else's bed, doing something so intimate with a person who isn't her husband – but at the same time, it doesn't. Because this is Yuji. Because they've been friends, best friends, for so many years. There are parts and pieces of Megumi's life that will always belong to Yuji, and instead of finding that threatening, Megumi takes comfort in it. In Yuji.
Megumi is shy at first, tentative about kissing Yuji back until she gets the hang of it (fairly quickly). No hesitation as Yuji touches her, familiarizes herself with Megumi's body, and Megumi soon reaches out to do the same, hands drifting over what she can reach of Yuji, fingers tangling in the long pink hair falling forward. ]
Feels pretty different. [ From Satoru. From everthing Megumi has done in the past (aside from fooling around with Yuji last time).
Her cheeks flush a darker pink as she wets her lips, shifting beneath Yuji to press into the hand over her breast. ]
[ Being with Suguru. He's broad, lithe, too, with strong muscles and a touch of a sadistic streak that has Yuji shattering into pieces time and time again. This is much softer already, filled with the tenderness of a first time, the warmth of wanting to explore and share things with someone that means so much to her.
Fingers slip up, sliding under the band of Megumi's bra to touch her directly, fingers pressing at her nipple to explore and see how it feels if she pinches it a little. Yuji likes pain, and maybe Megumi does too - testing the waters, just a little. ]
[ The softest gasp goes muffled by their kisses as Yuji finds the pink bud of Megumi's nipple. She's sensitive, but in the ways that drive her to seek that pleasure and rougher edge of pain instead of recoiling. ]
You can... harder, if you want.
[ She mumbles against Yuji's mouth, lifting into that touch again as she daringly drags her teeth along Yuji's bottom lip. ]
[ Yuji grins, wiggling closer, lifting her hands to tug off Megumi's shirt and shove it aside. It means she can go to take the bra off too, moaning into the kiss and trying to get as close as she possibly can. ]
[ Megumi sits up enough to help get her shirt off, pulling her bra up and over her head along with the fabric; it's a flimsy, lacy bralette without much support, because unlike Yuji, she's not quite so "blessed." She falls back against the pillows, arms around Yuji's neck as she kisses her best friend with more enthusiasm.
Nodding, Megumi breaks away to reply, breathless now. ]
I... yeah, I like it when it hurts.
[ She wets her lips, fingers carding through Yuji's hair because she can't help it. She can't stop touching Yuji, captivated by all the differences to her husband – nothing bad, nothing better, but just... different. ]
You can bite me anywhere. [ Satoru didn't say "no marks," so. ]
[ Leaning in, Yuji noses into her neck, nuzzling into the warm skin there and kisses. After a few moments, she bites, sinking her teeth into the pretty curve of Megumi’s neck, her collarbone, leaving little bruises and marks along her skin with pleased moans.
She smells so good, feels so good, and she lets her fingers scrape down her side. ]
[ Megumi can't keep still beneath Yuji. The pain expresses itself more like sparks of pleasure, thrumming beneath her skin with every mark Yuji leaves in her wake, and Megumi squirms under her best friend, hands moving fitfully where she can reach. Grabbing at Yuji's hair, her shoulders, Megumi's chin bobs with an immediate nod. ]
Yeah— yes, I want that, I want you to...
[ Yuji's mouth last time was amazing, and not even the distraction of trying to go down on Yuji herself could keep Megumi from coming her brains out. ]
Do you want me on my back or— sitting on your face again? [ That was pretty hot last time. ]
[ There's a little thrill at knowing that Megumi is going to have these little marks to touch and tease herself with later, that Gojo-kun and Suguru might get to see at another point, that she can relive this whenever she wishes... That's heady, and Yuji has to breathe out a little as she leans back to give her friend space.
The choice is almost an impossible one. ]
I want both, but for now I want you to sit on my face.
[ Moving back, she goes to flop on the bed, grinning. ]
[ Megumi almost grabs at Yuji on instinct when she moves to pull away, reluctant to let her get any farther, but she watches her best friend stretch out, captivated by how beautiful she finds Yuji right now. Shaking herself back to reality, Megumi doesn't waste any time kicking off her leggings, her panties, leaving them to fall off the side of the bed before she crawls up next to Yuji's shoulders.
This isn't new, considering how much Megumi enjoys being on top and riding her husband – his mouth or his cock – but it feels different to climb over Yuji, to bracket her best friend's ears with her knees as she hovers above. Nervously licking her lips, Megumi keeps herself propped up, reluctant to immediately lower onto Yuji's mouth. ]
... This okay?
[ Megumi reaches down, affectionately combing her fingers through Yuji's bangs and pushing pink locks out of her face. It's an undeniably awkward position in some ways, and Megumi tries not to fixate on the fact that she's naked, in her best friend's house, pussy mere inches from Yuji's face. ]
[ Yuji watches Megumi move, her eyes wide and filled with need as she settles over her face. It's exciting, and she can feel herself getting aroused at the very idea of being able to do this again, of being the one to bring Megumi pleasure and make her feel good. She wants to hear her name from Megumi's lips again, and as her hands rise to hold onto her hips, she smiles. ]
It's perfect. You're perfect, Megumi.
[ Leaning in, she kisses her friend's thigh gently, carefully. ]
[ Yuji's hands are different than Satoru's on Megumi's hips, but the dark-haired woman's pulse still leaps into overdrive as those strong palms fit her gentle curves. She shivers with the kiss to her thigh, so sweet, so reassuring, and Megumi nods as she takes a few slow breaths. ]
Yeah. I'm good.
[ She's comfortable, she's ready...
Reaching out to brace one hand on the headboard, Megumi lowers until she can directly feel Yuji's breath against the most intimate, sensitive parts of her body. She doesn't drop her weight or push herself directly against Yuji's mouth, but all Yuji will need to do is tip her chin up and taste. ]
[ Having Yuji on top of her again makes Yuji tingle, her skin alight with it, and her fingers brush over the soft skin of her friend's body as she draws her down closer. Tilting her head, she presses closer, and as soon as Megumi is in place she is tilting to press a kiss right against her clit. ]
I'll take care of you.
[ And then she is going to town, sliding her tongue against Megumi, moaning at the taste of her. ]
[ That sweet little kiss just makes Megumi shiver, and it in no way prepares her for how enthusiastic and thorough Yuji is as she drags Megumi's pussy to her mouth to go wild. It startles a louder, cut-off cry out of Megumi, her fingers instantly tightening in Yuji's hair as she helplessly grinds into the diligent work of Yuji's tongue. ]
H-holy shit, Yuji, that's— oh, god, don't stop.
[ Megumi rocks her weight forward on her knees, chasing the undeniable heat of arousal singing through her nervous system. And she thought Yuji was good before, but this position is sure as hell a lot better to give Yuji access to Megumi's cunt, her nose occasionally knocking just right against Megumi's clit as the dark-haired woman wriggles against her best friend's mouth.
She's already forgotten about their husbands in the other room. ]
[ If there's one thing that Yuji loves, it's using her mouth to bring someone else pleasure. She adores being on her knees and feeling the slow pressure of Suguru's cock pressing into her mouth, into her throat, and being able to do this for Megumi is just as heady a feeling.
She might not have spent a lot of time between another woman's legs, but Suguru has spent enough time between hers to give her a good idea of what to do.
Continuing, tongue moving, her finger slips between Megumi's legs to tease, sliding into her even as her friend rocks over her mouth and uses her as a toy, something to be abused for her pleasure alone. ]
[ Megumi whines at the first tease of Yuji’s fingers, her own slick smeared with Yuji’s saliva as she continues the steady rocking back and forth against that diligent tongue. ]
Inside me, inside me—
[ Her grip snarls harder in Yuji’s hair, tighter than she might intentionally pull, driven by the urge to chase the pleasure Yuji is offering her. Her hips roll down against Yuji’s hand and her mouth, head falling forward as she leans into the headboard for leverage. She can’t take her eyes off of Yuji, even if there isn’t much to see but the top of her friend’s face and the mussed pink sticking out from between Megumi’s fist, but she’s captivated. It’s not like Satoru, but that’s almost… better? It’s not a replacement of her husband or his abilities, but something completely different. ]
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I like longer.
[ Megumi, meanwhile, prefers deep stimulation; the stretch of fullness is less important to her, even if she definitely enjoys it. ]
I'm kind of... tight sometimes? It takes a minute for me to handle more, I guess. [ Whether it's natural muscle tension or a latent anxiety that Megumi is completely oblivious to, that doesn't matter; she's just learned that it can take her longer to warm up, to handle extra penetration.
But when she's in the right mood, the discomfort matters a lot less to her: it's a masochistic outlet, a flash of primal pain that gets her off harder than she actively realizes. ]
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[ A longer one, that’ll fit in her harness… She has a few, from her playing with Suguru, and as long as Megumi doesn’t mind - they’re all clean after all - then she has a good idea of where to go. Reaching in, she pulls out a longer toy, a nice blue colour, more human like in shape than anything else.
No need to go too wild. ]
You saw how wet I get, so that’s never been an issue for me or anything. When I’m in the mood I like to feel as stretched as I can be. That’s why Suguru thought about him and Gojo-kun to begin with.
[ Casually, Yuji leans in and nuzzles her friend’s neck. ]
I’ll make sure you’re comfortable when I fuck you, okay?
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She watches Yuji pick a toy, nearly relieved when it's fairly normal. Megumi can get behind more than her fair share of kinks, but when it's her first time with Yuji? She doesn't want to throw in too many new variables. Another nod, her chin tipping up automatically to give Yuji more space for nuzzling, the warm tickle of breath sending a shiver up Megumi's spine. ]
... Yeah. [ She knows Yuji will take care of her. ]
... I like being uncomfortable sometimes. [ Sometimes, she likes it when it hurts. ] But today, we should take it easy. That one looks good.
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[ The toy is put aside for now, Yuji moving closer to Megumi. Slowly, she almost crawls into her friend’s lap, straddling her and wrapping arms around her neck.
It feels easy. Natural. Right. It feels good, and she smiles as she leans in, their noses touching again, her fingers stroking through Megumi’s hair with all the tenderness that she has inside of her. ]
Maybe another time we can play with that. We can see how uncomfortable you like to be. But this time…
[ She hums softly. ]
I want to drown in you, Megumi.
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One arm sliding around Yuji's waist, Megumi slips her fingers tentatively up under the hem of Yuji's shirt, trailing over bare skin. ]
I'm yours right now. [ With no time limit or expectation. ]
As much of me as you want.
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I’ll cherish it. Okay?
[ It feels as if it’s too easy to lean in and kiss her, but Yuji can’t resist any longer. Her arms tighten around Megumi’s neck as she tilts her head, stealing her mouth with a hard press of lips against lips, rising into it. ]
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Pulling Yuji closer as much as she presses up into the kiss, Megumi meets the insistence, the heat, the delicious warmth that fills her senses and makes her tingle from head to toe. Emboldened by a yearning Megumi didn't even realize was there, she slides her palm up Yuji's bare back, squeezing gently over muscle and the lines of such a beautiful form as she parts her lips, venturing forward with her tongue.
She can't blame Satoru for being so eager to touch and taste Yuji, and now, she wants to catch up. ]
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Leaning into her, trying to steal more of her, she only pauses to breathe out and glance up at her friend shyly. ]
Do you want to go back to the bed?
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Yeah.
[ The only reason she doesn't want to move is, well, that means she has to stop kissing Yuji for a minute. She's not strong enough to sweep Yuji into her arms like Suguru might, but she pries herself away from her best friend, effortlessly reaching for the other woman's hand to link their fingers again. Climbing to her feet, Megumi tugs Yuji back towards the bed, plopping down again and barely waiting for Yuji to settle before leaning in to keep kissing her. ]
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Fingers lift, stroking under the hem of Megumi's shirt, pushing higher, seeking out the shape of her breast, the lace holding them in place, and she groans softly. ]
You're so soft...
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Megumi is shy at first, tentative about kissing Yuji back until she gets the hang of it (fairly quickly). No hesitation as Yuji touches her, familiarizes herself with Megumi's body, and Megumi soon reaches out to do the same, hands drifting over what she can reach of Yuji, fingers tangling in the long pink hair falling forward. ]
Feels pretty different. [ From Satoru. From everthing Megumi has done in the past (aside from fooling around with Yuji last time).
Her cheeks flush a darker pink as she wets her lips, shifting beneath Yuji to press into the hand over her breast. ]
But... good. Really good.
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[ Being with Suguru. He's broad, lithe, too, with strong muscles and a touch of a sadistic streak that has Yuji shattering into pieces time and time again. This is much softer already, filled with the tenderness of a first time, the warmth of wanting to explore and share things with someone that means so much to her.
Fingers slip up, sliding under the band of Megumi's bra to touch her directly, fingers pressing at her nipple to explore and see how it feels if she pinches it a little. Yuji likes pain, and maybe Megumi does too - testing the waters, just a little. ]
You feel amazing.
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You can... harder, if you want.
[ She mumbles against Yuji's mouth, lifting into that touch again as she daringly drags her teeth along Yuji's bottom lip. ]
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[ Yuji grins, wiggling closer, lifting her hands to tug off Megumi's shirt and shove it aside. It means she can go to take the bra off too, moaning into the kiss and trying to get as close as she possibly can. ]
I wanna bite you.
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Nodding, Megumi breaks away to reply, breathless now. ]
I... yeah, I like it when it hurts.
[ She wets her lips, fingers carding through Yuji's hair because she can't help it. She can't stop touching Yuji, captivated by all the differences to her husband – nothing bad, nothing better, but just... different. ]
You can bite me anywhere. [ Satoru didn't say "no marks," so. ]
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[ Leaning in, Yuji noses into her neck, nuzzling into the warm skin there and kisses. After a few moments, she bites, sinking her teeth into the pretty curve of Megumi’s neck, her collarbone, leaving little bruises and marks along her skin with pleased moans.
She smells so good, feels so good, and she lets her fingers scrape down her side. ]
‘Gumi… I wanna taste you.
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Yeah— yes, I want that, I want you to...
[ Yuji's mouth last time was amazing, and not even the distraction of trying to go down on Yuji herself could keep Megumi from coming her brains out. ]
Do you want me on my back or— sitting on your face again? [ That was pretty hot last time. ]
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The choice is almost an impossible one. ]
I want both, but for now I want you to sit on my face.
[ Moving back, she goes to flop on the bed, grinning. ]
Get up here and use me.
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This isn't new, considering how much Megumi enjoys being on top and riding her husband – his mouth or his cock – but it feels different to climb over Yuji, to bracket her best friend's ears with her knees as she hovers above. Nervously licking her lips, Megumi keeps herself propped up, reluctant to immediately lower onto Yuji's mouth. ]
... This okay?
[ Megumi reaches down, affectionately combing her fingers through Yuji's bangs and pushing pink locks out of her face. It's an undeniably awkward position in some ways, and Megumi tries not to fixate on the fact that she's naked, in her best friend's house, pussy mere inches from Yuji's face. ]
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It's perfect. You're perfect, Megumi.
[ Leaning in, she kisses her friend's thigh gently, carefully. ]
Are you ready? Comfortable?
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Yeah. I'm good.
[ She's comfortable, she's ready...
Reaching out to brace one hand on the headboard, Megumi lowers until she can directly feel Yuji's breath against the most intimate, sensitive parts of her body. She doesn't drop her weight or push herself directly against Yuji's mouth, but all Yuji will need to do is tip her chin up and taste. ]
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I'll take care of you.
[ And then she is going to town, sliding her tongue against Megumi, moaning at the taste of her. ]
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H-holy shit, Yuji, that's— oh, god, don't stop.
[ Megumi rocks her weight forward on her knees, chasing the undeniable heat of arousal singing through her nervous system. And she thought Yuji was good before, but this position is sure as hell a lot better to give Yuji access to Megumi's cunt, her nose occasionally knocking just right against Megumi's clit as the dark-haired woman wriggles against her best friend's mouth.
She's already forgotten about their husbands in the other room. ]
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She might not have spent a lot of time between another woman's legs, but Suguru has spent enough time between hers to give her a good idea of what to do.
Continuing, tongue moving, her finger slips between Megumi's legs to tease, sliding into her even as her friend rocks over her mouth and uses her as a toy, something to be abused for her pleasure alone. ]
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Inside me, inside me—
[ Her grip snarls harder in Yuji’s hair, tighter than she might intentionally pull, driven by the urge to chase the pleasure Yuji is offering her. Her hips roll down against Yuji’s hand and her mouth, head falling forward as she leans into the headboard for leverage. She can’t take her eyes off of Yuji, even if there isn’t much to see but the top of her friend’s face and the mussed pink sticking out from between Megumi’s fist, but she’s captivated. It’s not like Satoru, but that’s almost… better? It’s not a replacement of her husband or his abilities, but something completely different. ]
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