Continuation of Behind the scenes Mary Cooper, Mrs. Davis and Bert:

Unexpectedly, Sheldon announced at lunch that he was cancelling Vintage Game on Friday and everyone needs to find someplace to go and something else to do. He also made it quite clear he was not the social coordinator for the group, but he knew they would be lost without his guidance and wisdom.

It was unusual for Sheldon to cancel a game night and even more peculiar that he gave such short notice. Howard teased Sheldon that he wanted some alone time with his "mistress". Sheldon eyes popped wide as saucers, but he said nothing.

Howard said, "Your mistress is science, Sheldon. Good thing you and Amy have the same one, or she would be jealous." Sheldon let out a sigh.

Howard slumped down and finished his lunch, " I was going to cancel anyway. My mother wants to have me and Bernie over for dinner." Howard droned on how Bernadette couldn't go because of work. Leonard said Penny was busy with work too. Leonard was happy about the canceling of vintage game night, though. He wanted some time to himself and then later, to be alone with Penny. It was his one night a week to stay at her apartment. Leonard was delighted that lately, Sheldon stopped sleeping on the couch during those nights.

Sheldon said nothing of his plans until Raj whined that he had nothing to do on Friday now.

"Emily is working, AGAIN. I was counting on Friday night. What are you doing, Sheldon? Can I join you?"

"No, Amy and I have plans that cannot involve another person."

The whole group looked Sheldon like he just spoke Navajo. He simply answered, "We are having a contest and soon that woman will realize I am right!" Raj gave up. No one liked being involved in Sheldon and Amy's contests. Sheldon spent the rest of the lunch touting the benefits of butter, the history of butter and various facts about the dairy industry that made those at the table who weren't lactose intolerant bloated and gassy.

That Friday, Sheldon was speaking to his mother on the Skype before the contest, "I can't talk long, mom, Amy is coming over."

"How's it going with your little friend, Shelly?"

"Very well as a matter of fact. Although, she bought this hideous purse that gives me convolutions. I mean how many different types of fabric can they use on one handbag? Looks like the Frankenstein worked at the Coach Factory. Oh, Amy and I have started to… Hold on.. Oh, Speak of the devil, there she is. Got to go mom!"

"Shelly wait! You're doing what?"

Sheldon had just ended his Skype with his mother when Amy arrived; or so he thought. Amy was a big distraction when she came in because she was wearing her alluring purple sweater that Sheldon seemed to love. "I don't want you to get it dirty, Amy. Just take it off!"

"It never gets dirty when I do it Sheldon!"

Sheldon snapped at her, "I don't want to take any chances! OFF!"

Amy knew better than to argue when Sheldon was in this kind of mood: Competitive and bossy. She found it sexy, but she was ready to battle. She also had her new outfit for hacky sack, and couldn't wait to try it out. Sheldon had opened up to her about his secret activity. Last week, after a night of torrid love making on date night, Amy asked Sheldon how could it possibility be that someone who eats sweets like toddler at the county fair have such a svelte figure. Sheldon asked her with a very serious tone if she could keep a secret.

"Of course I can, Sheldon, what is it? Do you lift weights behind Leonard's back, because your arms are just… mmm… "

"Amy, quite ogling my arms like I'm a piece of meat!" He pulled his arms away to protest, but Amy noticed he flexed them one more time before she released him.

"Sorry. You were saying?"

"Well, I have secret passion I haven't told anyone about since my mother, and I would like to tell you."

Amy was touched to be the one person he trusted. "I won't tell a soul."

"I know you won't. You and I have been intimate for a month and I haven't heard a word from the guys. No jokes, jests or any mention of coitus. You really didn't tell anyone, did you?" Sheldon cupped her face and gave her a tender smile.

"You asked me not to, I would never go against your wishes, Sheldon. That's not what good girlfriends do. I will tell you, however, lying is not my strong suit. But I manage to avert the conversation because no one ever just comes out and asks if we are having sex."

Sheldon smiled, "Makes it easier huh?"

"Yes, now you are killing me with anticipation, tell me!"

Sheldon told Amy how he likes to sneak away every day at 3:15 to the basement of Cal-Tech and try and beat his record of 43 times on hacky sack. She asked Sheldon to show her what it was, and before long, the couple was hitting the sack back and forth between them. Doing the activity in only their underwear increased the excitement of the game, but only a little. Amy was hooked.

She snuck away from her lab at the same time every day to meet Sheldon. She was careful not to run into anyone, but prying eyes were everywhere. At first, she would accidently kick Sheldon or herself. Sheldon was smart enough to bring a box of band aids next time, but his run in with Mrs. Davis and Bert almost revealed the secret. Sheldon hid his box of bandages in his jacket and brushed past the dirt worshiper before he could ask any annoying questions.

Mrs. Davis was a different matter. Amy had brought Sheldon some sweat pants to wear and he changed in the room. Amy said he could get a better angle if he didn't have the constraints of his trousers. Sheldon agreed and that day he was able to get to 45 times. Unfortunately, just as he was leaving the room, Mrs. Davis came around the corner. He explained to the HR rep honestly that he was exercising, but she didn't seem to believe him. He couldn't fathom what she could think he was doing at work, so he brushed off her scrutiny.

Back at brownie night, the couple's dueling baking skills were put to the test. Amy was dying to taste Sheldon's batter. After she made a slight mess on the counter, he made her work for it and told her to swallow all the batter off the spoon to see how much she could fit in her mouth at one time. After some argument over how long to cook the brownies, the couple turned off the oven, and let the brownies set up. They were ready to practice hacky sack.

Amy was nervous to change into her hacky sack outfit in the living room, but Sheldon had locked the door and brushed off her concerns. Sheldon had set up the camera so he could analyze their technique. They had recorded some of their contests from the past, and it had been helpful to prove to Sheldon that he lost.

Amy was doing well with the game at first, till she hit Sheldon's leg again. He cried out in pain, but Amy rubbed his leg and the pain was gone. Amy got a higher number than Sheldon that night. He was thrilled she took to the game so well, but also excited that he could share his secret with someone. The fact that Amy never questioned about the secret made him love her more. After he kissed her and told her he loved her, he heard his laptop make a sound like a Skype call ended. He ignored it and kissed Amy one more time before he checked the camera.

"I can't wait to review that tape Sheldon. That was the best set I've had yet." Amy was smiling till she saw Sheldon's face drop with horror.

"Um…"

"Don't tell me.."

"I'm sorry,"

"You've got to be kidding me? You didn't hit record?!" Amy was enraged.

"I said I'm sorry!"

"It was my best time!"

"How many times can I say I'm sorry?"

"Try 53, one for every time I hit that damn thing. Ugh!" Amy turned her back from Sheldon to hide her smirk. She knew the irony of her statement given the Fourth of July recording of Fun with Flags, but she wanted Sheldon to stew a little more. He came up behind her and kissed her neck.

"Sorry, sorry… sorry.. sorry… sorry…Sorry…." With every sorry, he kissed her longer. By the time he reached 25 sorrys, the couple was naked in Sheldon's room except for a purple sweater that just happened to find its way with the lovers.

"Amy you promised to wear this sweater if I won the brownie contest."

"But you didn't win because we didn't eat the brownies yet! Besides, its obvious I did. SO you wear it!"

Sheldon looked at her like she was crazy, "Ah… no…. and let's say we both won…for now," Sheldon kissed her tender skin on her clavicle, and told her, "On second thought, I just want you Amy, no sweater. Told you didn't need lingerie."

"A purple sweater is not lingerie."

"Well, it worked getting my pants off, so I disagree. Now come here." Amy was straddling Sheldon with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her glasses were atop her head, but forgotten. She clung to Sheldon by holding his shoulder with one hand and his face with the other. Each tilt and thrust into each other was matched with a muffled moan. Sheldon always knew when Amy was close to climax in this position because her arched her back and dug into Sheldon's shoulders to steady herself. Sheldon loved the postion because he could watch her move and see her eyes. He also could feel her back, butt and hips, his favorite parts of her. He held onto her small waist and used her hips as leverage as his pace sped up. Within minutes, Amy collapsed on Sheldon's chest, exhausted, breathless and completely happy.

"Maybe… MUFASA… it's this exercise that is really causing you to burn calories."

"Well, then let's get some brownies and burn off some more!" Sheldon popped off the bed and Amy noticed she had left scratch marks on Sheldon's shoulders.

"Oh my, I was rather rough with you. You have marks on your shoulders and those Flobee marks are dark as well."

Sheldon grunted and told Amy, "Well, Emily says and I a quote, "don't be ridiculous Sheldon, there is nothing to worry about." That will on my tombstone, I know it. I think I need a second opinion."

Sheldon and Amy took their customary shower and headed to the kitchen. After much debate, the conclusion was clear. Sheldon and his butter drenched brownies were his favorite, even though Amy said they were burned. Amy were pretty good, Sheldon had to admit. The Winner: Sheldon on taste, Amy on baking. Next time they were going to use Sheldon's recipe and Amy's technique. Sheldon pointed out that he had, yet again, compromised.

The next morning Sheldon and Amy were drinking tea and having breakfast discussing the best way to clean an oven since the brownies made a mess.

"After our activities of last night, I think I will be spending my night doing laundry between cleaning the oven. You know, the best way is with an electric toothbrush and oven cleaner..."

"You have an electric oven, Sheldon. You shouldn't use oven cleaner. Chef Gerard says…"

"Chef Gerry can stuff it. I don't care what any chef says, do I tell him how to cook? No." Just as Sheldon was about to go into to a rant about Chefs and ovens, Leonard came home from Penny's.

"Wow Amy, you are here early! Oh that's right, your car. How did it get that dent anyway?"

Amy sipped her tea and narrowed her eyes at Sheldon. She was happy at first that Leonard assumed she just came over and didn't spend the night. Leonard was too busy checking his email and stealing Amy's special Sheldon pancakes to notice she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Luckily, Penny was still asleep because she would categorically noticed Amy's clothes.

"Well, let's just say, someone is still learning which pedal is which, right Sheldon?"

Sheldon said nothing, other than to smack Leonard hand away from the stack of pancakes and glower at Amy.

Bernadette's behind the scenes

Bernadette and Howard agreed to take Amy on errands. Sheldon tagged along for hopes of a trip to comic book store, but Howard admitted AFTER he got in the car that his allowance was cut and he no funds for comics. Sheldon was stuck schlepping around with Bernadette and Howard after they dropped off Amy car. The visit to Howard's mother was only supposed to take a moment, but it turned into an exercise in patience.

"Should we go in? I feel silly sitting out here."

Sheldon shook his head, "It's like that Hotel California song. You can check in, but you can never leave. I've been burned before. We best stay out here."

Amy looked over Howard's car and noticed it was a standard, "Hey I got an idea. Follow me to the front seat. I want to show you something." Amy jumped in the front and waited for Sheldon. At least Amy wasn't asking him in the back to show him some band-aid clad thighs again.

"Okay, color me intrigued. What is it Amy?"

"Okay, look here. Howard has a standard transmission. There are three pedals. Do you see them? The first on is the clutch, next is brake then gas. In order to engage the gear, you must press in the clutch, and shift…" Amy got cut off by Sheldon's fussing.

"Amy, I can't see the petals. We are going to get in trouble. Howard doesn't like it when people are in the front seat."

"Yeah, when they're naked, Sheldon! Now look…" Amy hiked up her skirt so Sheldon could see her legs move, but he was still too nervous.

"Amy, let's get out of here, please? If Bernie catches us, it will be worse than Howard!"

"Fine… But don't blame me the next time you get confused with the pedals. By the way, my car repair is 357.00. I'll take a check."

"Good thing we didn't buy that lingerie, huh? Now I have the money for it! So, silver lining." Sheldon gave Amy a koala smile, but it didn't work.

Amy wasn't amused, "Shiny. Now get out, I'll show you out side."

"Amy how can you.."

"Just get out!" Amy reached across the door to let him out, but her sleeve got caught on the handle and she ripped it. She then got her sweater caught on the stick shift and it pulled open. "OH man"

"This thing is a death trap! Let's get out of here!"

Sheldon and Amy narrowly escaped Howard's car just as the couple made their own escape from Howard's mother. They had a bag of rugula for their troubles and the long wait. Sheldon ate all of them before they left the parking spot. Amy smiled noting he liked the recipe.

Wil Wheaton and Penny Behind the scenes

Wil Wheaton only heard one side of the conversation that night Sheldon went to the comic store. Here is the recap:

"Good. I am glad you're finally listening to me. Now get on your knees. I know, its dirty, but it's the best angle. Reach down and rub around. Do it slowly, spread you fingers everywhere. Good. Can you feel it all wet? Good. Now, get your toothbrush. Yes, you should turn it on! Now make little circles. Especially around that one nub at the top. Good, I can hear you. Reach back, feel it burn off. Oh Amy, you're hurting my ears with your moaning and yelling. Was it a big one? As big as the one I had last week? Did you get it off? Good. See that's how you do it. I'll show you again in person. Next time we do it, Amy, I want to see you on your knees begging for me to teach you! Tell Gerard he's fired. Okay, glad I could help. Bye."

Here is what Amy said on the other line:

"Sheldon, I hate to even ask this, but what were you saying about the oven cleaner? Yes, I made a mess with my new brownie recipe and it splattered all over. I have the gloves you got me, oven cleaner and an electric toothbrush. Oh man, I don't want to get dirty Sheldon…. Fine, I sprayed the oven cleaner and let it set for a while. With my hands? Okay, I am spreading it around. Should I use the toothbrush now? Okay, oh what a mess! Oh, yeah, that got the worst it. It think that is little nub is the connection….OUCH, Damnit…. Oh man! Sorry, Sheldon, but a lot of oven cleaner just landed on my arm! Yes it was a huge splat of it. Yuck. Yeah, it looks like your burn… Oh man… Between this and Flobee… Ugh! Yeah I got it off. Okay I am done with this. I don't beg for anything, Sheldon.. Well, some things… Okay, no more French Chefs. Thanks, I'll pick you up from the comic book store in 45 minutes. Bye.

After Amy picked up Sheldon, the couple went back to Amy's to enjoy their night together. Once the dinner was done, and the dishes needed to be cleaned, Amy rolled up her sleeves. Sheldon noticed her arm right away, "Oh Amy, you weren't kidding. Let me look at that." Sheldon patched Amy up with an antibacterial ointment, some bandages and a few kisses. The nurturing kiss turned into a longer one, that morphed into a heated French kiss. Before long, as with most date nights. Sheldon and Amy were in bed together.

Given Amy's injuries, Sheldon was especially tender with her and most of their evening was spent in bed kissing each other between conversations. Sheldon's only regret was having to leave.

"You know, Amy. I am thinking of asking Leonard to increase the nights he stays at Penny's. He needs to break his hold with me. You know, wean him off of my brilliance a little at a time or I'll never get rid of him."

Amy smirked at Sheldon. She knew deflection when she saw it, and Sheldon was a master. Still, he was more interested in having the apartment to himself, so he might be building up to be being alone or having Amy move in. She would never ask, she learned her lesson. She was delighted though to hear Sheldon say he wanted to increase the nights. It meant more time with Sheldon, but it also meant it would be more difficult to keep the secret. "Sheldon, you are aware that sooner or later, Leonard will find out we are intimate. I mean, I can't believe he didn't notice I was wearing the same clothes!"

"If he knew about us, it would be easier for you to stay the night. And I could stay with you." Sheldon thought for a moment, "Amy, do you want me to tell them? I mean they will know sooner or later."

"Not necessarily. I've been doing pretty well avoiding the issue. Best part is they think we NEVER will."

Sheldon bit his lip and rubbed Amy stomach in a circle, "Well, if something happened. It would be hard to hide."

Amy understood he was worried about getting her pregnant. She shook her head, "Sheldon, nothing is going to happen. I am very careful with my pills, you use condoms."

"Some of the time."

"Most of the time."

"Accidents happen."

"Well, only if we let it. And we won't." Amy was trying to make Sheldon feel better. She took great care concerning birth control. She figured if Sheldon freaked out over a table, what would he do with a baby?

Sheldon however was speaking from a different premise, "Ever?"

Amy sat up and grabbed Sheldon's hand from her stomach, "Sheldon, what are you saying?"

Sheldon just looked at Amy with a strange far away stare that she couldn't recognize, "I'm just saying, we have to be prepared." Sheldon knew it was too early to discuss what he was thinking, but the idea of little benign overlords was never far from his thoughts lately. He quickly changed the subject, "And that means we should prepare in case the group finds out about us as well. Maybe we should tell them."

"Sheldon, I will leave it up to you. I will keep this secret as long as I am able. I have a feeling that our friends will suspect something, and I wouldn't be surprised if they confront us at some point.

The idea of confrontation made Sheldon less likely to want to tell the nosy nellies, "Well, it's none of their business what we do."

"Agreed. If we have some kind of inquisition, then I don't know how I will react. Probably want to hit someone. But I don't think they would do that. They know we are private people. I expect a few hints and couple vague suspensions, but not the third degree."

"Oh Amy, you sweet innocent fool. If these folks got wind we were doing ANYTHING, they would be like sharks near blood. Especially Penny."

Amy snuggled onto Sheldon's chest, "Oh dear. I bet your right."

"When am I not?"

After the couple finished their date, Amy drove Sheldon home. For some reason, Leonard was up waiting for him.

"Hey, buddy, you're back. Did you enjoy your date?"

"I always enjoy my date with Amy, you know that." Sheldon took off his coat and tried to make his way to bed. He was exhausted.

Leonard was unusually interested, "So, whaddya do?

"Well, I played doctor."

Leonard spit out his drink, "I'm sorry, really? What?"

"Amy hurt her arm cleaning the oven. I had to doctor her up. Better than Emily I might add. Maybe I should have gone to medical school. Then I could be a doctor and a doctor. I have a wonderful bed side manner."

Leonard spit out his next drink, "Really, Sheldon?"

Sheldon was too tired to argue with Leonard and not interested in seeing him spit anymore. "Really. Now good night."

The next weekend was another date night slumber party for Sheldon and Amy. However, this time, Amy needed to learn a new skill: Golf. Sheldon was so excited, he made a special trip to Amy's that week just to take her measurements to tailor for her the perfect pair of golf pants. He found a fetching plaid that had the right amount of vertical to horizontal lines. When Amy saw the fabric, she couldn't say a word except, Wow.

The measuring for the golf pants was more exciting than any game and certainly more thrilling than the pants themselves. Sheldon promised to show Amy the basics of golf that weekend. Saturday was the date however, the night almost didn't happen. Sheldon was supposed to go to a movie with the guys and Amy expected Penny to ask her for a girl's night. Sheldon bowed out of the movie easily the night before.

Hey Sheldon, don't forget we have that movie tomorrow night.

"Ugh, count me out. I will see the DVD. I promised Amy I would show her something tomorrow. Oh, can you help in the storage unit tomorrow morning. I need to get something."

Getting alone time with Amy was becoming easier every day. That Saturday, Penny was also nowhere to be found and luckily, the first part of the evening, they were left alone.

Sheldon made Amy try on her golf pants so he could finish tailoring them. The feeling of Sheldon's hot breath on her stomach as he knelt before her coupled with his strong hands running up her inner thigh was too much Amy to bear. She pushed Sheldon on the couch, pulled off his shirts and kissed a trail down to his belt. Sheldon was not in control of his vixen and he decided he liked it. Her blazing green eyes told him he better shut up and do what he was told. All he could say was, "Yes ma'am."

Amy knew sex on the couch was out and who knew when Penny would show up. Amy was in the mood to tease Sheldon. "Tell you what. I want you to teach me golf shirtless because I can't get enough of your muscles flexing. If you're a pleasant instructor, I will reward you. But you have to be nice!" Amy kissed Sheldon again down to his belt, then looked up at him and licked her lips. She had the same devious leer when she was eating the banana.

Sheldon's eyes lit up and he pushed Amy off his lap. "Deal! Let's get started!" Sheldon set everything up and then noticed Amy was taking off her pants.

"AMY! You have to wear the pants, or you'll never get used to them when it comes time for real game."

Amy slumped her shoulders, "Okay, Sheldon, but I don't want anyone to see me in pants!"

"Oh, don't worry, it's just us for now! I still need to take in the waist. Now hurry up! I want to finish this up quick." Sheldon was pulling Amy toward the middle of the room but she just crossed her arms.

"Sheldon! Not too quick, I don't want to miss anything!"

"Oh, you'll get it fast. Come on over here." Sheldon was a little too eager to finish the lesson. "Oh man, I should have washed my balls first."

"Their fine, Sheldon. I won't hit them anyway."

"Okay, you're right. Watch what I do.." Sheldon was about as nice a Marine Corp drill Sargent. He gave Amy little instruction and then criticized her. He kept on telling her to aim for certain spot, but Amy couldn't imagine it. She was about to cobbler him with his crummy clubs. Amy swung the club and did the proper twist at the end of the swing, but Sheldon was unimpressed. As Sheldon showed Amy how to handle his club, his shaft and a proper swing, they were unaware they had an eavesdropper at the door. Sheldon was still shirtless when Penny knocked.

"SHELDON! Why is the door locked?!" Penny bellowed. Sheldon threw on his shirts in a frenzy. Amy quickly pulled off her golf pants, threw them behind the couch and picked up the first magazine she could find. She wasn't even reading as Penny interrogated Sheldon. Amy chastised Sheldon for being rude but she wanted to get rid of her as well. She also was not happy with Sheldon's impatient tutelage. After Penny left, Amy threw down the magazine, and crossed her arms.

"You really are the worst instructor, you know that?! How in the hell did Cal-Tech think to make you a professor?"

"What do you mean? I am thorough, well researched, knowledgeable…"

"Impatient, dismissive, rude, condescending…." Amy could go on, but Sheldon's sad face made her stop.

Sheldon scuffled over to Amy, "So… does that mean… I don't get a reward…" Sheldon licked his lips and looked at Amy tender tempting lips. Amy could never resist Sheldon when he gave her the pleading eyes.

"Okay, but get the Wii up. I really need to learn golf. You have one more chance, understand?"

"Perfectly!"

After the confrontation behind the scenes

As they walked back to the bedroom, Sheldon smiled and asked, "So, Dr. Fowler, lions huh?"

Amy said with a smug, documentary tone, "Yes… At least three times a week. Every fifteen minutes. Amazing, don't you think?"

Sheldon gripped her by the waist as soon as they reached the bedroom door and pulled her close, "Is that why you call me Mufasa?"

Amy shivered, "Ooh… say it again!"

Sheldon growled into her neck as unsnapped her bra in 2 seconds and kicked the bedroom door closed his foot, "Roar indeed, Amy."

The adrenaline rush from almost getting caught fueled one of the most passionate nights of the couples new found sexual life. Sheldon couldn't get Amy clothes off fast enough. His mouth followed his hands as he pulled and yanked Amy's clothes off her body. The smiled through their kisses and almost laughed how rushed they were to start. Once the clothes were gone and their naked bodies merged, the frenzy kisses turned tender. Sheldon caught Amy's eyes as he moved his mouth from her neck. He drew in a sharp breath and gave her a soft kiss on her bottom lip. Then another on her top lip pulling slightly while he let his tongue linger on hers. They sat up holding each other while they continued to kiss and their bodies merged together. The only thing stopping their kiss was the need for breath. They felt each part of them come together, their mouths shared a longing kiss, their bodies shared the building of tension and slow release. Their shared their love through action and anticipation of the other's unspoken needs. After their mutual climax and their heart beats returned to recognizable rhythm, Sheldon and Amy stayed together, looking at each other with their forehead touching. Sheldon was the first to speak.

"This thing between us is so special, and so new, I want it to be ours alone for a while. I don't want to talk about it, because words would belittle it. I don't want to joke about it about, because it means too much to me. I waited a long time to be with you and you were more than patient enough to wait for me. But if keeping this secret, keeps me from time with you, I don't want it anymore."

"Sheldon, we don't need to answer an amalgamation of hearsay and rumors pieced together from the misguided notion that we are here for their amusement. We should do what we want and if they want to speculate, let them. It doesn't mean we have to a party to it."

Sheldon smiled and laid down with Amy on his chest. Just as they were about to fall asleep, Sheldon heard his phone beep. It was Penny. Texting him. It read:

Penny: I'm sorry for tonight guys. I hope you forgive us. But I have one question: Why was Sheldon's shirt on inside out.

A/N: Okay folks. That is it! You know all! I left this story with some unresolved plot lines and hints, but that is for our Shamy hearts to envision. I hope I did the behind the scenes justice. For me, it's fun to have the mystery. This was fun too. What do you think? Was the behind the scenes worth it? Or did it take away? Did I catch all your questions? Or is there some mystery left for you?

A big thank you to all the reviews I got for this story. You guys have been great and I just love all the feedback. I think this is one of my favorites. I like the humor and misdirection. My favorite chapter to write was Zack.. Good times bro.

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