AN: As always, even if I do forget to thank her sometimes, much thanks to my beta fulfilled. All mistakes are mine, not hers. She helped me immensely, in more ways than I can even say. This chapter in particular where I tried to do something that is…well…just not done. Fortunately, you get the version that's been run through her filter, not my crazy one.

Chapter 5

"You've really never worn a bikini?" Logan asked, laughter in his voice. They were standing in front of a vendor's stand in the small village market closest to the bungalow they were staying. They came every couple of days since they arrived, for fruit, vegetables, and fish, preferring the privacy of remaining self-sufficient. Logan had pointed out this particular vendor a couple of times already, always getting moved along quickly by Rory noticing something she just had to look at right away.

"No," Rory answered sheepishly.

"With that body," he shook his head, "that's a crime."

"Well, Gilmores don't show excessive amounts of flesh. It would be inappropriate," Rory replied with a scrunch of her nose. "I'm sure I'm quoting my grandmother somewhere in there, or at least paraphrasing."

"So you're telling me that your mother has never worn a bikini," he replied, skepticism heavy in his voice.

"I plead the fifth," she laughed, hands raised. "And if you're trying to use my mother as a gauge for what is appropriate for polite society, I might should remind you that we're talking about Lorelai Gilmore of the rhinestone penis t-shirt."

"Haha! I knew it," he laughed, triumphant. "Also, you are your mother's daughter. Otherwise I wouldn't have fallen so easily for you. Her t-shirt doesn't scare me."

"So if I got a t-shirt with an ode to little Logan on it, you wouldn't mind if I wore it in public?" she asked with a raised brow.

"As long as 'little Logan' wasn't too small," he shook his head, trying to stop a smile from breaking out on his face, one dimple being unsuccessful. "Wear what you like."

"Yeah, sure," she replied in disbelief. "You wouldn't let me out in public wearing something like that any more than my grandmother would."

"Well, you're not just a Gilmore any longer. Huntzbergers are all about doing inappropriate things, breaking the rules," he returned, grabbing her hand, swinging it between them. "I must remind you of your still rather recently discovered sense of adventure. Plus I think you'll look hot, that's gotta count for something," he nodded, thumping their entwined hands against his chest. "I might even have to get to you swim naked with me at some point during this trip," he suggested with a waggling of his eyebrows.

"I am not skinny dipping," she replied emphatically, shaking her head. "You might get me into a bikini, but you can just forget about me running around naked with you."

"I see you naked on a pretty regular basis, Ace," he pointed out logically. "Pretty much daily these days. Not seeing the problem here."

"You're allowed to see me naked. Not the entire island of La Digue!" she gasped, flinging her hand wide. "Who knows who else might see us - me!" she started gesturing wildly. "No, no, no, like I said, a bikini might happen. But no skinny dipping for me."

"Who exactly is going to see you?" he laughed at her outrage. "We're staying in a small private bungalow with a private beach and no one around for yards and yards, possibly miles. It will just be me, who normally sees you naked anyway."

"There's Nemo!" she sputtered.

"Oh my God!" he bent over, coughing from laughing so hard. He recovered after a minute to ask, "Is this one of those things like, 'no kissing in front of the books'?"

"They have eyes, you know," she hissed, pointing at her own.

"Yes, Ace, I know," he continued to chuckle, pulling her under his arm and leaning in to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. "I do have a feeling I'm never going to stop finding you entertaining."

"It's a good thing you're cute," she teased, tickling his stomach, "'cause otherwise I might have to do something not so nice to you."

"I like not so nice things," he said with another waggle of his brows.

"Logan," she hissed, cheeks flaming. He realized he should get out while she was still in a reasonably good mood so moved to try again.

"Bathing suit?" he asked hopefully.

"Get what you want," she dismissed with a wave, and then ducked under his arm. "I'll be over here. There are pretty sandals," she smiled over her shoulder, walking away, but holding onto his hand as their hands slid across one another's, fingers touching, then nothing.

He watched her walk away, till she got to the stall she had indicated, smiling as she began dickering with the vendor over the price of the sandals she wanted. "I'll take those three," he said, turning back to the vendor in front of him, and pointing to three small colorful batik floral print string bikinis. "Also two small and one large sarong and that bag," he finished with a large straw bag that he knew Rory would like. He smiled to himself, while paying, imagining his new wife in the tiny bikinis he had just purchased - though she would also look great in nothing. He would have to work on that the next couple of weeks.

"You've never seen the Molly Ringwald trilogy?" Rory asked, flabbergasted.

"No, I'm not even sure what that is," Logan returned with a furrowed brow.

"Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink," she elaborated, ticking them off on her fingers. "You've never seen them?"

"No," Logan shook his head. "I'm sure my sister and her friends watched them at some slumber party that I'm sure I tried to spy on, but somehow I doubt the movie selection was what I was concentrating on."

"You had a dirty mind even when you were young," she laughed.

"You don't get the man you know and love standing before you without a dirty mind," he leered.

"The dirty mind I'm all in favor of," she smiled back at him. "You do get quite creative at times, which I greatly enjoy," she emphasized with a peck. "But that doesn't excuse you not having seen those movies."

"I've seen all of The Godfather movies, Apocalypse Now, Face/Off, the good Batman movies, Spiderman - both of them. The second was better than the first, even though I liked the bad guy in the first one more. James Bond - I've seen them all," he counted off on his fingers, hoping to avert a night of hellishly sappy movies. "Sean Connery was the best, there's just no question about that. Though Peirce Brosnan was very good as well, and Timothy Dalton was underrated, in my opinion. Scarface, Taxi Driver, both the Bourne movies, A Clockwork Orange, both versions of Willy Wonka - I liked Johnny Depp, though Gene Wilder was also very good. Also, Das Boot, back when Wolfgang Peterson knew how to make an actual film, not just make stuff go boom…"

"But that's not John Hughes directing Molly Ringwald at the height of her awesomeness. Early James Spader being slimey as only he can," she interrupted, hands over her ears, while he continued listing movies he had seen. "Andrew McCarthy at his most awesome. Judd Nelson when he was cool. Jon Cryer before he got infected by Charlie Sheen. Speaking of which, the cool Sheen brother, Emilio, is in Breakfast Club, and three of them are in St. Elmo's Fire. I might have to consider that as well, it's got Demi before Bruce, Rob Lowe before the kiddie porn outing."

"I've even seen The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins," he argued over her.

"Whatever," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Hand me the laptop, I'm sure we can get copies of them somewhere. Your education has been sorely lacking."

"Is this going to be some sort of journey through chick flick hell?" he grumbled.

"You're watching them!" she shot back, jabbing her finger in his chest.

"Yes, dear."

"That was fun," Rory said, plopping down on the deck of the sloop.

"Yeah it was - did you see those fish?" Logan replied, handing her a towel.

"Of course, silly!" she laughed back. "Did you see the purple ones that kept darting in and out of the coral?" she asked, gesturing at the ocean they had just climbed out of. "I think they were probably blue really, but they looked purple. They were so pretty."

"The orange ones that kept circling around that larger silver fish, those were funny. Did you see them?" Logan asked, using his hands to reenact the fish's movements.

"Thank you for convincing me to do this. I'm not a very good swimmer," Rory said, leaning up to kiss him.

"You don't have to be an Olympian to be able to go snorkeling," he returned, finishing drying himself off.

"I thought you needed a license or something like that to go," she explained, toweling the water out of her hair.

"No, that's scuba - you do need a license for that," he nodded. "I have one, and we can get you one sometime in the future if you want. It's a lot of fun."

"I'll think about it," Rory replied, a note of skepticism in her voice.

"Here, let me get your back," Logan offered, a tube of sunscreen in his hand.

"Mmmm, ok," she agreed, turning to let him put lotion on her back.

"You know, I have to say, you look absolutely amazing in this bathing suit," he said between kisses up her back while he rubbed the lotion into her soft skin.

"I feel naked," Rory returned, blushing, her hands moving to cover some of her bare skin.

"I promise you're not naked," he laughed, moving to her legs. "I know what you look like when you're naked, and as gorgeous as you look right now, it's nothing compared to what you look like with nothing on at all."

"Well, I still feel like it," she answered.

"And I'm just saying," he chuckled, standing up and pulling on the strings that held Rory's top up. "Though, this is a step closer to getting you there," he finished as her top dropped to the deck of the boat.

"Logan!" Rory gasped, spinning around and clutching her hands to her now bare breasts.

"Yes?" he grinned, reaching down to scoop up her top. "You were saying?"

"Logan Huntzberger, give me back my top," she sputtered, stomping her foot in frustration.

"What do I get for my generosity?" he asked, brow arched smirk creeping across his face. "And don't say sex, because that…"

"Yes but I could threaten to withhold," she said menacingly, eyes narrowed.

"Ahh, but if you withhold from me then you're withholding from yourself," he reasoned hopefully. "You like sex with me just as much as I like sex with you."

"I know, but I'm a girl," she replied.

"Okay, Ace, your logic is lost on me," he chortled.

"Females are much better known for their self control than men." She knew she was grasping at straws, but maybe if she kept talking she could bamboozle him.

"So you're saying you have more self control than me - not just me, but my entire sex?" he snorted. "That the fact that you like sex just as much as me, that you like our sex life together in particular, just as much as I do, this is supposed to convince me of your powers of self control, how exactly?"

"Yes, but I got used to doing without while you were gone," she returned mischievously. "Somehow I have a feeling I can hold out longer than you."

He started laughing a bit hysterically, bending over to hold his stomach.

"What is so funny?" she demanded in outrage.

"You're standing on the deck of a yacht, with nothing on your top half, clutching your hands to your bare breasts. You can't get back to shore without me, and yet you're threatening me. And I'm going to do what you want because I have zero willpower when it comes to you," he told her, between laughing gasps. "That's what's so funny."

"Here," he said, holding out her top, still bent over.

"Logan, I love you," she replied sweetly as he saw her bikini bottom hitting the deck.

"Oh, that's good," she said after swallowing what he had held out for her to taste. "I love Indian food but Mom has always hated it- it's about the only thing besides fruits and vegetables she refuses to eat. I used to get it when she would go out on dates and stay out overnight."

"Well it tends to taste good but not smell so great. We might end up regretting having cooked and not just gotten food in the village," he pointed out.

"True," she agreed.

"She didn't allow you to meet the men she dated?" he asked, stirring the spicy rice and fish dish they were making.

"No, I never met any of them," she replied. "Well until Mr. Medina, Max, but that was because he was my teacher."

"Lorelai dated one of your teachers?" he asked, surprise evident in his voice, one brow raised.

"Yeah," she nodded. "My sophomore English teacher at Chilton - they met at a parent-teacher thing, actually."

"Oh man," he whistled. "Were you mortified?"

"Pretty much," she nodded. "Well at the beginning. She kissed him in the middle of school one day, this was my first year at Chilton, and Paris told everyone. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kill Paris or Mom more. But then I got used to it. They were engaged for a while actually. By then, though, I wanted them to get married, so it wasn't embarrassing"

"What happened?"

"She ran off; we went to Harvard," she giggled as she recalled.

"Ouch, that hurts," he chuckled a bit uncomfortably. "Have I mentioned recently that I'm very glad you didn't go to Harvard?"

"I think you might have," she grinned, leaning up to give him a kiss. "I'm quite glad myself if you didn't know.

"Here try this," she held out a piece of naan they had gotten at the market in the village near their bungalow, which was loaded with the cucumber and yogurt mixture she had made.

"Oh that's good," he nodded after swallowing. "So you never knew any of the guys she dated?"

"Not really. Actually, not at all, when I was younger," she confirmed as she got the red dal out of the small refrigerator to heat up along with an unknown local fruit juice, which they were planning on spiking.

"She sometimes had me stay with Sookie, but usually she wouldn't stay out all night. But I never met any of them. Max was the first person she ever dated that I knew, and it was really weird at first. Then there was Alex - he was nice, but it didn't last long. I knew Jason as well, but I had met him at my grandparents, maybe the same time she did again. They had known one another as kids."

"Jason?"

"Stiles," Rory elaborated. "He worked with Grandpa. Actually Jason's father is the head of Grandpa's firm."

"Ah, ok," he said, tasting what he was making after adding a bit of salt. "The name sounds familiar - I'm sure I've heard it at some point at some Huntzberger gala. But I'm not coming up with any faces to go with the name."

"Well he's Mom's age, so it's not like you're going to be running in the same social circles as him."

"True," he nodded again. "This needs about five more minutes to absorb the rest of the water, but it tastes pretty perfect otherwise."

"Oh good," she clapped. "I'm starving."

"I am too."

"Mmmmm," Logan moaned as he slipped into consciousness.

"I thought that might be what finally got your attention," Rory laughed from between his legs. He looked downward, realizing that she was referring to the pressure she's applying to his balls as she rolled them with her fingers.

"Morning baby," she said with a wicked smile and laughing blue eyes, as she licked up the vein on the underside of his cock with the flat of her tongue and then popped the tip in her mouth like a blow-pop.

"Morning," he returned happily, reaching out to push her hair behind her ears to make sure it didn't get in her way nor his view. If there were a heaven this would have to be it. Waking up to Rory Huntzberger, née Gilmore's soft lips around his cock and huge deceptively innocent blue eyes smiling up at him was his version of it at least.

The first time they had taken a shower together had been soon after they had officially become a couple and Rory had admitted as she had curiously fondled him that she didn't know how to give a guy head, and asked if he would he teach her what to do. It had been the most fun he had ever had teaching someone anything.

Later, after they had broken up and gotten back together, and then not broken up but finally really gotten back together, they had actually finally gotten around to talking about their sexual histories. She told him that she had been too embarrassed and shy when she had been with Jess, she had wanted to - but the time never quite was right. She and Dean had barely ever been able to get together for sex once his marriage had actually broken up.

He had taught her what he liked, but she had surprised him when he had come back from London the first time having, in true Rory fashion, read all about oral sex and how to please a man. Now she seemed to take as much pleasure in sucking him off as he got from her doing it.

"Fuck me," he yells as she finishes him off, letting him come hard in her mouth.

"I think I just did a pretty good job of that," she replied with a coy smile as she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. "Morning, baby," she giggles while pulling her bottom lip through her teeth and giving him a peck on the side of his mouth.

"Best way in the world to greet the day," Logan replies, pulling her in for a more thorough kiss, enjoying the taste of the both of them mingled that still clings to her tongue.

Anyone who wondered why he got married much younger than he had ever anticipated, or why he was totally enraptured by the brown-haired, azure-eyed creature in his arms would have only needed to see the look on his face for the last ten minutes to understand. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Huntzberger owned him body and soul.

"Are you sure you shouldn't put sunscreen on Little Logan?" Rory asked with a laugh. "That's not really somewhere that I want to have to worry about you getting melanoma."

"You're probably right," Logan agreed, and she handed him the tube of sunscreen. "When I've gone swimming before without clothes I usually haven't sunbathed after. It was always just splashing around or swimming with Colin and Finn."

"That's a disturbing picture, I have to say," Rory laughed, nose scrunched up.

"There were girls there as well," he assured her. "I just didn't want to get all Julio Iglesias on you."

"I'm quite aware that there were many before me, but love was never part of the equation," she finished with a satisfied nod and a wave of her finger.

"This is true, but it never stopped me from throwing around the terminology," he answered, smirking.

"No," she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure my head would spin at the capricious manner in which you used the term."

"More than likely," he nodded in agreement. "It's amazing how much you can get by just telling a girl that you love her."

"I'm sure I don't want to know what you were able to get from some poor defenseless girls by telling them you loved them," Rory sniffed.

"Hey," Logan exclaimed, hands raised. "I never claimed to be on a path to canonization, then or even now. And not to bring up bad memories, but most of the women I slept with were looking for the exact same thing I was - a warm bed partner for the night and a little fun, that's all."

"I know; it's just weird sometimes," Rory confessed.

"Let me get your back," he offered, holding out the sunscreen tube and shaking it in his hand.

"OK," she agreed, turning over, feeling much more comfortable offering up her bare backside to the world than her equally naked front.

"I know I've told you this before, but I was kinda amazed at how easy it was to be faithful to you, to us, once we got together," he started, rubbing lotion into her shoulders. "Then when I was sent to London, even though we were in a fully committed relationship, it would have been easy to just have sex with some random girl to ease the itch. Not having sex sucked more than I can even tell you."

"It wasn't fun for me either, you know," she said over her shoulder.

"I know, but you hadn't been used to the multiple and seemingly endless bed partners I had been before we got together. Sex is easy; it's just a release," he reasoned, maybe trying to convince her once and for all what the difference was between what they had and what his life had been like before them. "Nice and pleasurable way to release tension. But it's also empty. And that, plus never wanting to see that look on your face that you got after realizing I had slept with other people while we weren't together, kept me strong.

"Maybe because you did love Dean and he's the only person you've ever slept with except me, you don't completely get what I'm talking about," he said, lying back down beside her on his back, almost nose to nose. "But sex can be very empty. Yes, I still get the physical release when we're together, but it was the absence of the emotional connection I felt when I was with you that made me finally admit I love you."

"Can we talk about or do something else?" Rory asked, scooting over to drape her upper body across his.

"Of course," he readily agreed, running his palms up and down the sides of her body. "Are you okay?" He wasn't sure if in his effort to explain himself he had instead made her uncomfortable.

"Yeah," she deflected, then decided to make a point. "Logan, I know you weren't perfect before we got together, I don't particularly like what you did a couple of years ago, but I can live with it," she said, drawing patterns on his chest. "But I also know that when we've been in a committed relationship, you've always been faithful to me. I know with the separation it probably wasn't easy for you, you're right, you were used to sex for the sake of sex far more than me, but I know you wouldn't cheat on me. We wouldn't have gotten married if I didn't believe that.

"So can we banish heavy talk for the rest of the day? I'm lying here, not a thing on, trying to seduce you, and all you want to do is talk," she giggled, jabbing her finger into his chest. "There's something very wrong with this picture."

"Your wish is my command," he grinned, running his fingers up and down her spine. "What does my lady want to do?"

"Something to work up a sweat," she grinned, leaning down to emphasize each word with a small kiss. "Then we can have another swim before heading back in to take a shower. I kinda liked the way the water felt on my nipples. It's a little cold, not like when I take a hot shower. It tingles, and they get tight, though it's not as nice as when you suck on or bite them."

"You're never going to want to swim with anything on ever again," he grinned, a hand moving to cup her ass, the other to cup a breast and pinch a nipple.

"And this is a problem how?"

"I never claimed it was a problem of any sort."

"I didn't think so."

"I actually came tonight to tell you both something," Lorelai began.

"I should have known you weren't just coming to dinner just because you wanted to see us," Emily replied, bitterly.

"Well, it's something about Rory and Logan," she quickly replied, knowing she probably should have started there. Her parents were always happy to get news about Rory and Logan. "They wanted me to tell you something."

"The kids?" Richard asked, laying down his knife and fork. "Has something happened to them?"

"No, not that I know of," Lorelai shook her head. "I'm not expecting to hear from them for another couple of weeks at least, though."

"They're contacting you while they're on their honeymoon?" Emily asked with surprise, continuing to eat.

"They'll only be on their honeymoon for another two weeks, then they're heading to India," Lorelai explained, setting down her utensils, and wiping her mouth. "That's what I wanted; actually they wanted me to tell you. This has to stay between us - they don't want the Huntzbergers to know, so no CIA style leaking allowed."

"Yes, Lorelai," Richard replied impatiently. "I get it - you want us to keep some sort of a secret for you. Of course we will, but could we stop the dramatics and get to the point?"

"Fine, if you're going to go all Admiral Adama on me," Lorelai snapped back.

"Lorelai, why must you always speak in riddles?" Emily bit out impatiently.

"OK, I'll get to the point," Lorelai said, waving her hand with a flourish. "Rory and Logan wanted me to tell you that they've started a website, newshound dot com. They're on honeymoon for three weeks, then they're heading to India to do a story on the slaughter of female babies there."

"They're what?" Emily gasped, reaching for her water glass.

"Let me back up," Lorelai began again, circling her finger in the air. "While Logan was in London he got an idea. He found that he enjoyed journalism—finding, researching, and telling stories—but he wanted something he could do with Rory. As the newspaper industry is a dying one…"

"I read the Wall Street Journal and New York Times every day," Richard cut her off.

"Yes you do, as do most people your age," Lorelai nodded in agreement. "Actually, as Logan told me, people over fifty read newspapers, those younger - especially in their twenties and thirties - don't. They get their news off the web. I was initially skeptical of what they're planning as well, but one day Logan recited figures of dropping circulation rates and how many people had been lain off in the newspaper industry in the last few years for me. I think he was trying to convince me they're not doing something completely insane."

"This is true," Richard nodded. "Stock prices in print-only media have dropped precipitously in the last several years."

"Yes, exactly," Lorelai smiled, relieved. "I didn't absorb everything he said, but got enough of it to understand what he was talking about.

"Anyway, like I said," she waved, "he discovered he loves finding and telling stories, but he thinks that for the Huntzberger Publishing Group to be relevant to the future of how people get and process information, it has to change, to modernize. So he came up with the idea of having a website where they could tell five-to-fifteen minute stories daily about a single subject for several weeks, getting very in-depth. They'll have new streaming video and written content every day.

"He purchased a site with a huge amount of bandwidth so it could handle the amount of video they're planning on putting on it," she explained, emphasizing each point with a tap of her hand on the table. "They have a couple of small digital cameras and also regular digital snapshot type cameras as well."

"I'm assuming Mitchum knows nothing about this," Richard interjected.

"No, he knows nothing," Lorelai confirmed with a head shake.

"He was planning on offering Rory a job," he chuckled ironically.

"I thought he might," Lorelai laughed. "She's a Huntzberger now, after all."

"Yes, she is, which means her ambitions will be subsumed into the Huntzberger empire," Richard continued, still chuckling.

"Well, that's not what they want," she continued to shake her head. "Logan knew that if they stayed within the Huntzberger structure they would both be sent all over the place, and wouldn't get to see one another very much. They both hated being apart during the past year. Also, they figure they have a window of five or six years before they want to start a family and will have to be more stationary, having a permanent home. While it's still just the two of them, they have the freedom to go and do anything they want, but they want to be able to do that together. And he also knew that if he proposed this, Mitchum wouldn't allow them to do it, that he would dismiss it out of hand.

"Instead, they're doing this together, outside the structure of Huntzberger Publishing," she kept on, looking between her parents. "It was his idea - a way to begin modernizing the family business. Rory oversaw the design which was actually done by someone they both know from Yale. They already have the next five months mapped out. Plus he's hoping to get more contributors to the site - people that are already blogging or reporting in news hotspots, providing them with another medium, video, to deliver their stories. He figures Mitchum will learn about the site by the time they return for Thanksgiving."

"Where else are they planning on going?" Emily finally spoke up.

"Tanzania and Mexico, I think," Lorelai replied. "Though they mentioned several other places as well, so I could end up being wrong."

"So Rory and Logan are beginning a new media venture. Doing things on their own terms, not accepting Mitchum's plans for their future," Richard mused smugly.

"Yes, I guess that's exactly what they're doing," Lorelai agreed.

"I would pay a great deal of money to be a fly on the wall wherever Mitchum is when he finds this out. He has a specific path laid out for Logan, and I think Rory now, as well," Richard continued to chuckle, tapping on the table for emphasis.

"Yes I know, but I have a feeling he'll respect Logan more in the long run for having defied him, but not just for the purpose of screwing around," Lorelai pointed out.

"I think you're probably right," Richard agreed, nodding. "This is very exciting. They're blazing a trail for themselves."

"Yes," Lorelai agreed. She had thought once she explained what they were planning on doing that her parents would be proud of the decision Rory and Logan had made for themselves.

"What is the name of the site again? I must bookmark it right away. Is there anything there yet?" Richard asked excitement evident in his voice.

"There's not anything there as of yet but the main page and a message that says it will be up and running soon," Lorelai explained. "It's called newshound dot com."

"Very catchy name," Richard smiled, enthusiasm overflowing in his voice. "It will be easy to remember."

"Well Richard, you're finally going to get to teach me how to use the internet."

TBC

Endnote: FYI, newshound dot com is not a real site, I made up the name. There is a site called newshounds dot com if I remember correctly, it's been a while since I came up with the name. Just to let you know. Also, this story was written 7 years ago, during the s6 hiatus, when original reporting by independent internet reporters was still in its nascent stages. Given what the GG writers came up with for both Rory & Logan to do post graduation I think I did a pretty damn good job speccing out the idea of them shunning traditional media and choosing to forge a new path in a new medium. The show writers just seemed to think they had to do that separately. I didn't.

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