I Missed You Too

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘It’s time?’

 

‘Yes.’

 

Okay. She could do it. As weird as it would be, it wasn’t any weirder than the stuff she did back when she worked for Mistress Delores, before she became Mistress Newman... And it was mandatory that anyone who was under ‘privacy watch’ (as they called it here) was to be moved from here to there with his or her arms restrained and gagged, blindfolded and deafened. But it has been so many years since the last time she agreed to be... restrained.

 

And wearing such a revealing set of underwear (the pink see-through, Sara’s favorite)...

 

And in such a peculiar fashion (that had to be rehearsed five times!)...

 

‘Did I put on some weight?’

 

‘Excuse-me?’ came the voice from behind her.

 

‘I said: ‘Did Iiiiiaaammmppphhh...???....’

 

The folded thick sock was now lying inside her mouth, and Sunny’s eyes said it all.

 

‘You already asked me it over a dozen times today, and the answer is no!’

 

And the two other nurses were sporting mock boring faces as they checked their watches...

 

So she resigned herself to be tied up by Sunny, Claudia and Xena.

 

She did not knew any of her nurses’ names, part of the ‘privacy watch’, and didn’t liked to call people by numbers, so ‘Nurse One’ (the one who was in direct charge of her and of the other three) had became ‘Bo’ (due to her resemblance to a friend of her late brother who had that name); Nurse Two had the same smile of an Italian actress whose movies were among the few pre-80’s she liked to watch, so she became ‘Claudia’; ‘Nurse Four’ was the tallest and strongest of them four, usually the one in charge of carrying her (bridal style or OTS) when the need arose, and had a long black hair, thus ‘Xena’ was an obvious choice.

 

‘Nurse Three’ had became ‘Sunny’ quite easily as well. She had a smile and fun loving attitude that were genuine AND had done miracles for her it the first days of her ‘stay’ in this facility. She was blonde, but liked to change the color of her hair (according to Xena and Claudia) or its hairdo with a frequency that had been disrupted just because she had said ‘no’ when asked (for the first and last time) if black would suit it better...

 

Hmm... she was right, Sunny and the others definitely were used to tie up people.

Firm, yet gentle... and ungiving, yup... ungiving...

 

Usually when she had to be restrained a padded pair of handcuffs or some zipties around her wrists and above her shoulders would do, and all four nurses knew how to put them on her. But this time it would be different... No physical routines to keep herself in shape, no ‘dr. Moss’ to help her cope with the whole nightmare of months before, no walks on the sun (under supervision of two nurses plus three big and burly former defensive ends turned orderlies/bodyguards) somewhere out of sight of everybody else...

 

This time Sara would be there...

 

Since she was her former ‘slave’ it would be quite a surprise for her to see the ‘demanding mistress of her dreams’, per her own words, trussed up in a way she, big-ultra-powerful-super-businesswoman Sara ********** simply would crave to be subjected to...

 

But both knew that sometimes it was... ‘interesting’ to change their roles. And anyway the ‘privacy watch’ demanded that she was sent to (and brought back from) their... meeting (not date!) restrained... so she had decided to join necessity with pleasure...

 

‘Can you handle this or should I lessen the knots a little...?’

 

Already blindfolded, and without turning her head towards Sunny’s voice, she tried to say ‘no’ (but the six strips of tape barely allowed a sound to be heard) and shook her head.

 

‘You sure?’

 

She nodded. They were taking their time, not rushing nor going too slow and making sure the tying went as she had requested... Those three definitely were used to tie up someone on a ‘less practical’ fashion. Unlike those poor bastards...

 

It was very odd, and if they hadn’t ‘rehearsed’ that morning she wondered if she could be taking the trio’s work on her as calmly, almost nonchalantly as a British judge conducting his/her work, to be on a similar situation of that night...

 

She never knew exactly how they had managed to break into her house. All she knew was that she was reading a book while enjoying a bubble bath... and suddenly the door bursts open... three men rush onto her and take less than one minute to have her besides the tube cuffed (with chainless cuffs, probably her own..., she couldn’t be sure) and wearing one of her hoods that had a built-in HUGE ballgag but left her ears free...

 

She heard one of them thank her for having not thrown away her ‘dominatrix stuff’ when she had retired, with his own voice. No attempt to disguise it nor use any device to change it... and all three displayed freely a lot of knowledge about her, her work and her ‘sinful relationship’ with the ‘traitorous *********!!!!’, and that’s where they made a mistake.

 

She had to agree that they were good, but the ‘outrage’ that had displayed, the verbal abuse towards her defenseless self... now it seemed a bit forced.

 

Of course at the time it had been very realistic!!!

 

In any case, when... the bearded one (they had removed their masks after she was blinded by the padded thick leather over her eyes, so she had felt it against her skin) had grabbed her and taken her to her own bed!!!!, he had taken more than a handful... and had slapped her behind while making ‘gallantries’ about its shape and firmness...

 

Yep, all in all the whole situation had been designed to keep her terrified, and off balance, by the trio while the other two searched for that box Sara had told her only daughter!! that she had asked her to guard it in a safe she had in her bedroom...

 

A lie, fortunately for her it had been a lie... she did not wanted to know how far they would have went to make sure that Sara would believe that the three men that have attacked her were just some angry and frustrated (and *******!!!!) guys that had somehow discovered about her true sexuality and decided to teach her ‘a lesson’ by giving her former mistress / dominatrix (and one day, perhaps, ...wife) a hellish night...

 

But somehow the duo searching for the box found out that its contents were fakes, or were they copies? (as if it really mattered), within moments of its ‘recovery’...

 

According to what Sara told her when she had asked for her help, if anyone sent by Rosemary (the only other person that was supposed to know about the box’s location) opened it with pressing a hidden button a camera hidden somewhere in the walls of the room would start to take pictures and an alarm would be activated so she could be sure that whoever was in the room would be identified and within twenty minutes at most ‘somebody’ was going to be there in the room as well.

 

She remembered how torn Sara was when she had asked her that favor...

 

Rosemary had burned down all bridges between them her many years before when she had discovered about her mother’s desires and needs, and she feared that the reestablishment of their relations could be somehow linked to whatever was inside that box...

 

First she had planned everything to make sure that she would be safe nonetheless, then she had turned down all plans and had begged for her forgiveness, then they had talked about it and, because of the visible toll her businesses (and her plans to get even more rich and powerful than she already was) was taking on her Sara she had decided to help her...

 

The idea to NOT make her house a fortress, just a well protected house with a very pricey security system, had been hers, not Sara’s.

 

And there was always the possibility that Sara was making a very stupid mistake, fuelled by bits of a conversation she had overheard and some other details, about Rosemary... She remembered all the hopes and dreams that Sara had about increasing her laces with her daughter. How devastating the disappointment... no... the betrayal must have been for her...

 

There were very few tidbits she had been giving about the outcome of that night, and she had limited, restricted and censored access to the web... but not to TV channels and that paparazzo’s picture of Sara slapping Rosemary HARD had been the talk of the country for about a whole week! She had seen the look on Sara’s face as she did so a dozen times more than the necessary to be sure of one thing... That was a very hurt woman punishing the only way she could, at the time, someone who had wronged her...

 

Weird how it did not really mattered to her anymore...

 

Everything about Sara, minus that sorry excuse of a woman that she had to admit that strictly biologically speaking was her daughter, was of her concern... somehow part of her life... Ouch...!! Did one of the nurses just pinched her left cheek right beside the thong?

 

‘Are you with us? Kayla?’ – It was Xena’s voice.

 

Oooops! She had been literally lost in her own thoughts... She nodded.

 

‘Kayla? Are you feeling fine? We can take you out of it faster than...’

 

She shook her head, calmly but with conviction.

 

‘Ok, you better not do that again to me girl. Client or no client, I can be fired for all I care but don’t act like you just did or I’ll swear that I...’

 

‘Will wait your turn in line as I make sure that both her cheeks become bright purple!’

 

‘Enough the both of you!!! And never try to get a life in the stages... you two are very poor actresses!!!’ – Sunny’s voice... she must have scared them quite a lot!!!

 

‘Kayla?’ – she turned around, or tried to... her legs were now encased in a web pattern, her ankles and knees would not move much twitch! ... and three pair of hands grabbed her as the momentum threw her off balance... two quickly backed away, Sunny’s arms were now around her – ‘Kayla, are you alright? Are you really alright? Can you handle... this?’

 

She checked her arms, yes... like Saudelli’s The Blonde had tied that naked scientist’s ones in Doble Golpe (without the pole between her back and them), her legs were... fine and the whole package (her own body) was secure in a painlessly way...

 

Claudia hugged her abruptly.

 

‘You scared us. We were told by Dr. Moss that this idea of yours, made possible by the THREE of us, was dangerous... too much and too soon and all that in a long list of details that really are not important now... but she told us... that if you could really deal with...’

 

She nodded, and then all three nurses took turns slapping playfully her exposed behind once. Or twice. Or four times? STOP IT YOU...!!!!

 

Xena grabbed her body and cradled her in her arms.

 

‘I really don’t care if you tell dr. Moss or not about our little lesson over your defenseless self. And, if I feel that you are dozing off again I will take you straight to her is that clear?’

 

She nodded, and rested her head on Xena’s right shoulder.

 

‘Ready, and you better be ready, ‘Doll’, or ready here we come!’

 

What had she just called her now? ‘Doll’? Nah, coincidence, allied to the fact that she was indeed a petite woman safe and sound (and bound!) in the arms of Xena...

 

Someone put the earplugs on and off they went...

 

Five minutes later three women had quite the shock of their lives...

 

They walked through the corridor, entered the elevator, went up, left the elevator by turning left (not right as she was used to), passed through a wall (she was going to be ‘delivered’ to Sara’s room’s closet, and how else would they do it if not with the use of a secret passage?) and moved through another corridor (this one was probably the narrowest one she had ever felt). The they had stopped, she was helped to stand on her own and the earplugs were off.

 

‘Remember, don’t move and don’t worry if it takes a bit for the other door to be opened...’

 

She nodded.

 

That was the tricky part. Since she had access to TV she had saw the news that Sara had had some problem and her doctor had told her to ‘take the weekend off or else’.

 

But a reporter had found out that actually she was at a clinic undergoing ‘unpredicted heart-related medical exams’. Soon many reporters were camping in front of the gates of three famous and isolated clinics... and none of them was the right one.

 

The ‘heart problem’ had been a ruse of dr. Moss, she had assured her that the whole thing was safe and that Sara would not have any side effect or sequel. When dr. Moss found her strong enough and other conditions could be satisfied Sara was told to take a pill that caused an otherwise harmless variation in her heartbeat.

 

Her private doctor, who was already talking about vacations for Sara it since Clinton’s first term, would simply force her to go to dr. Moss clinic, providing a ruse that would take the reporters off her track. Rest, and nothing else, was what Sara was told to go after...

 

In theory she could have had her reunion with her someday wife the day before, but a reporter (and of them all it had to be Patsy Faraday?) had somehow discovered Sara’s true whereabouts and had broke into the clinic’s premises.

 

She had been discovered and captured within twenty minutes of course, and spent the night straitjacketed and hooded inside a padded cell while the security breach was dealt with.

 

Both Sara and Kayla had wanted so much for the meeting to happen that Sara had decided to deal with Patsy in quite the obvious way: She had bribed the famous investigative reporter. But not with money or treats, with the truth.

 

An exclusive interview of Sara ***********, in a secluded place whose location was never disclosed, in which she talked about the troubles she had had the past two years and how they had caused her current ‘timeout’. In exchange Patsy would not be sued by the clinic and would be there when some facts, that Sara had whispered in her ears (causing the reporter’s eyes bulge with unbelief and afterwards curiosity and greed) when they had met face to face in Sara’s room, end up happenning. Patsy agreed to spend some more time in the clinic (this time locked inside an underground room as Kayla has been for the past months) working on the interview AND in the whispered facts...

 

All that had been told to Kayla by dr. Moss in person, when she went to her room (and not the other way around as they were used to) the night before. They had talked about Kayla’s frustration (until they were sure that Patsy was alone and none of her colleagues was aware of Sara’s true whereabouts the reunion had been ‘discouraged’, A.K.A. postponed).

 

Now it was going to happen, since her rescue by those four guys (or three guys and a gal, she wasn’t sure) from the pair’s hands as they pondered what would be her fate (after they had shot, and presumably killed, the trio of fake outraged attackers).

 

She had been slapped and threatened until she admitted that the contents of the box were fake and that a camera was recording everything. She had been regagged and it took less than one minute for the leader of the pair to realize that while Sara might have their faces... they had Kayla. They would exchange Kayla for whatever record of the murders (so it had really happened!) existed. One grabbed her body to take her downstairs over his right shoulder, the other lead and they went to her garage and something happened.

 

Shots had been fired, blows had been given, she had landed face first on a car’s bonnet, strong hands grabbed her and took her away from all the commotion and a voice told her that ‘all would be well’ and that they were there under Sara’s orders...

 

From them on things had been numb and distant for her to recollect...

 

Maybe, due to the ‘privacy watch’ and all that it caused to her, dr. Moss’ clinic was not the right place for her to have stayed until she was helped to put herself together again. But Dr. Moss was sort of an exclusivist, she worked at HER clinic and HER clinic alone.

 

And she was dr. Moss, which wasn’t her real name but it would be the one she would be remembering with all respect and tenderness and love possible for the rest of her life.

 

Now... there was some discussion on the other side of the door in front of her?

 

No, not a discussion, the acoustic wasn’t good but she was sure that Sara had just prevented another woman to open the door in front of her!!!!

 

There was ANOTHER woman with Sara in her PRIVATE room?

 

Patsy... of course, Patsy... it did not seemed to be Patsy’s voice... but it was Patsy...

 

It had to be Patsy.

 

She heard the door opening, felt the change of air and...

 

A wolf whistle (a familiar one), a gasp... and... ‘Mom!!!’

 

It was Rosemary’s voice!

 

‘Not a word, YOU shut up and don’t look at me like that, or at her, especially at her!!!’

 

‘Mom... I...’

 

But neither Sara nor Kayla were hearing her anymore. The blindfold came off slower than they would have liked (Sara really had a problem with knots!), they were both crying now and Sara hugged her as, very slowly, she took awareness of Rosemary standing right behind her mother and with... what... in her face? What was it?

 

The Rosemary she remembered had trouble to not show the despise she felt for her mother’s ‘latest’, this one was obviously... ashamed? The tears in her face were of joy (joy, regarding the whole scene she had just seen?) and the smile that had lasted for a fraction of a second was more of amusement than anything else.

 

But now shame (?) was overtaking her...

 

Then she saw the movement from the corner of her eyes, two women (TWO more??!) were converging on Rosemary. One was a complete unknown to Kayla, the other was none other than Korn. After all those years... well, ‘that’ explained why Xena had called her... it.

 

‘Hello Doll, been a while isn’t?’ – the same devious smile and eyes, she was controlling herself to not laugh hysterically..., well, in a few years probably both she and Sara would laugh as well about how she was (tied up and all) when they had finally met again...

 

Would they?

 

‘Good... night, Kayla. My name is Heloise, and it’s nice to finally meet you...’

 

Okay... what were Rosemary, Korn (what was her real name again?) and this Heloise doing in Sara’s room? Their clothes seemed a bit disheveled, their make-up could get a slight adjustment here and there and... ropemarks? Yes, in Heloise’s right hand and in Rosemary (the only one in the room who was wearing a skirt)’s legs.

 

It was as if they had just arrived (and not by their own willpower)...

 

‘We agreed to be ‘put on hold’ until each and any proof  that we had about you being here was delivered to (what’s the name she knows her by?)... ‘dr. Moss’, simple stuff and no packing for the tape over our lips... But you girlfriend asked for the full...’

 

‘Harrrumph!’ – Sara was going to Sara pretty soon...

 

‘Kayla my dear, I suppose that you heard about how I blamed Rosemary for what happened to you and what I did about it...’ – their eyes met and for a moment the professional stern look was replaced by uncertainty and shame – ‘...well, I was wrong... (...) I won’t give all the details nor now nor never, but it was all about me and the most cunning ******** I have ever had to deal with, and the ********* used Rosemary in a simple and effective way. He bugged her private cellphone. Which is how... (...) YOU’re also blaming her for...’

 

There was a bit of a confusion, when Kayla tried to say yes and no at the same time.

 

‘Yes’ she was blaming Rosemary up to a few minutes before and ‘no’ she no longer did it.

 

Everybody in the room got the message and she heard a commotion behind her, when she turned around it was obvious that either Heloise or Korn (Su... Suzie? No...) had shoved her forwards (she had looked for refuge with the duo as soon as Sara started to speak) and now she was in mid-distance between she and Sara and the grinning/smirking duo... nope, the look in Korn’s face... she probably had (again) helped Rosemary to get prepared for their meeting and, seeing her pupil’s indecision... she had done that again...

 

‘It’s... not that I am not to blame for what happened... and... and... to be honest... I still have issues about you and my mom, but I am working on them... and... and... Can you please forgive me for all I said and done with you?’

 

She wanted to say ‘of course’ but she was way too well gagged, then she looked down to her body and started to blush, all other women couldn’t help but smirk at the scene...

 

‘And that’s how ‘kinky love’ ruins a ‘Kodak moment’...’ – Korn had grabbed the Heloise lady by one arm and was now doing the same with Rosemary with the other and she was forcing them, who were not exactly resisting, to follow her as she moved towards the door of the room – ‘...I still have five years worth of talk-talk to catch up with you Doll, but this moment is yours and hers so off we go, riding to the sunset...!’

 

‘Oh stop with that!’ – said both Rosemary and Heloise as they passed through the door. It was a large door of a very large... bedroom, she was in Sara’s bedroom after all...

 

Twenty times bigger that the room she was being held in somewhere downstairs!

 

‘For various reasons, that they will have no trouble telling you about, the four of them decided to look after you after I made you come to here. I did such a good job that it does seems that you were abducted by aliens or the likes. The police and the FBI are looking for you... the press says that you were the victim of some conspiracy... They had no clue at all and yet, twenty minutes ago there was this knock on my door and Lauralee...’

 

Who? Oh, yes, Lauralee... the no.1 among her small army of private secretaries... wait a minute... did she said that they were ‘four’?

 

‘...and this friend of yours, she’s a dominatrix too, isn’t she... What’s up?’

 

This time the mewl that passed the tape could be identified as ‘four?’ and Sara explained.

 

‘Sue/Susannah, or ‘Korn’ as you knew her, Rosemary, Heloise (Rosemary’s best friend and lawyer) and... the most troublesome one of the quartet... your yoga glass partner and friend, Astrid Maria, or Special Agent Guadalupe R. T. Rios... It’s a complicated and incredibly dirty story... Right now she is dealing with your disappearance, the events of that night and all that happened as we stand here. She actually broke into this place with the help of that reporter so ‘dr. Moss’, or Sheila Hannigan, had her imprisoned in a padded cell when the other ‘Mesquiteers’ showed up with all their useful data...’

 

‘MMMzzzzktrrrmmm?’

 

‘Susannah nicknamed the quartet of wannabe rescuers as the ‘Four Mesquiteers’, it’s after a B-Western movies series hence the ‘riding to the sunset’ joke...’

 

That was the Korn she remembered! Sara tightened the hug, it wasn’t a bad feeling... that was abruptly interrupted with a strong couple of knocks on the room’s door.

 

‘Mrs. Sara? Mrs. Sara? It’s an emergency!’

 

Lauralee, and by the tone of her voice... Sara broke the hug and stood in front of her, then told Lauralee to open the door. The very thin mid 40’s woman entered the room followed by none other than Sunny... that was not a good sign... who went straight to Kayla, ignoring the presence of Sara in a way that the oldest woman in the room wasn’t used to...

 

...but Lauralee was now by her side and the news were really bad...

 

‘Kayla... I am sorry but...’

 

OH NO!!! She had waited so much for this moment... she had had so many dreams about it!

 

‘Apparently the FBI is trying to put on a show for the TV cameras, at they are already in the building branding warrants and demanding that... we produce you... to them...’

 

Come again?

 

‘Kayla, Astrid/Guadalupe’s superior is within seconds of entering that door, do you want him (and whoever is with him) to find you... as you are?’

 

Of course not Sunny!!!!

 

So Sunny and Lauralee grabbed her body and carried her to the front of the door of the closet of the room, but as Sunny was tying a thick cloth over her eyes she stopped in mid-act, and after the cloth fell over her face she was facing Sara. The kiss (on her taped lips) was one of the gentlest and yet most intense they had ever shared...

 

‘I don’t know when you will meet the press and the feds and all that, but WHEN it happens it will be on OUR terms, right?’ – She nodded, Sara held her face with the tips of her fingers and Lauralee (almost unceremoniously) closed the door of the closet...

 

Right on time. Guadalupe, more like trying to be Kayla’s first line of defense against her own colleagues than anything else, and seven, nine, eleven agents stormed the room. They searched everywhere and opened the closet to find nothing inside it...

 

‘Where is she?’

 

‘Good evening to you too Special Agent DeLorenzo...’

 

‘Don’t play games with me Mrs. ********* I have a warrant...’

 

‘That my six-digits-per-day lawyers are already working to strike down...’ – she looked at Lauralee who was talking to her subordinates and making a ‘thumbs up’ sign – ‘...so even before you and your men and ladies have any chance to disturb even more the other patients of this place, you will lose any right to be here at all...’

 

‘So you DO admit that Kayla Atkins is here?’

 

‘Exactly where in this large facility I don’t know... Oh please!!!! What are these cuffs for?’

 

‘Obstruction of justice, for starters!’

 

What a pitiful (not really) arriviste they were using this time...

 

‘YOU wanna talk about obstruction of justice Special Agent DeLorenzo?’

 

 

 

 

The federal agents left the building forty minutes later, while Sara was the ‘Sara’ Lauralee and the rest of the world hadn’t seen in nearly a semester to Delorenzo and his superiors in a heated conversation that took place in Dr. Hannigan’s office, DeLorenzo in person and one man through a phone call (he was in London) and the three others through a video-conference. They already knew that Kayla was the victim of just another night of work for very frightful men, and that she couldn’t and wouldn’t be a good witness against them.

 

So Sara proposed a little honesty from both sides and showed her cards...

 

DeLorenzo left the building about one hour after that, he wasn’t showing not a tenth of the confidence and arrogance he had when he had entered the premises hours before...

 

He knew how grim was his future...

 

The conversation between Sara and his superiors ended shortly afterwards, with both sides satisfied with what they had achieved. Sara then begged Sheila for her forgiveness since she caused her so much trouble... ‘What trouble?’ was all that her former psychologist (and decades old friend) said in reply. She had just been given with federal protection for as long as Kayla was her patient, and she had been honest to them when she said that Kayla wouldn’t be ready to ‘face the world’ for at least another semester.

 

One semester with MORE protection for her business’ secrecy and reputation... F-R-E-E.

 

Then Sara went to a nearby room, met with a group of cherry-picked representatives of her many enterprises and had a complete report on the current situations of her foul war against her ‘business-rival-turned-bitterest-personal-nemesis’, her PR assistants insisted that it was time that she ‘came out of the closet’ (regardless of how it could and would hurt her reputation/contacts within the conservatives electorate) but she hesitated once again.

 

Finally it was time for more mundane, a business dinner with a TV channel’s anchorman in which she discussed the interview she was going to give to him the following day.

 

It was over 2 AM when she returned to her private room... she half hoped/half prayed to see Kayla standing in the middle of the room or lying under the bed sheets, but she was alone in the very large room... so she put on her pajama, had some dental hygiene...

 

And found that there was a light coming from under the door of the closet in the room...

 

Kayla, legs tied together and her head forced against her knees, the elaborate tie on her arms was the same that she had seen hours before, but she couldn’t have been tied that way for so long... it was dangerous! Kayla was holding a folded sheet of paper on her right hand. Sheila’s handwriting: ‘She has incredibly demanding puppy eyes when she wants to, and she has been missing you for too long. This situation WILL NOT be happening every night, just consider it a thank you for the federal protection you granted to this place with your spunk that I almost wrote the elegy for. PS: Just hug and talk to her, or with her if you like, you both are in need of it (and she will be gone by the time you wake up)’

 

Sara undid the knot holding Kayla’s head against her knees and held her face smiling and crying for a while... then Kayla’s stomach broke the mood by demanding some food ASAP, so Sara craddled the younger and smaller woman in her arms and helped her to kneel over her bed. The tape (no packing?) went off and after some water she said yes to some yogurt, and as one was fed by the other they started a conversation that lasted for many hours...

 

 

 

 

 

There’s another side for this story: How did the ‘Four Mesquiteers’ got formed and how did they ended up at Sheila Hannigan’s very secret clinic?

 

This other story has already a name: ‘When the Four Mesquiteers Rode into Town’ and a basic plot, but little else. It might take a while to tell it...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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