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CHAPTER 3

BPOV ~

September 15, 2006…

"Hey, Izzy … there's a table out there asking for 'the hot little number' that was on stage when they walked in …."

"And how exactly do you know they're talking about me Vic?" I asked, eyeing Victoria skeptically. People didn't generally ask for me, I was too new to this game, they didn't know me by name yet … either that or it was because I was so young, they didn't want the possibility of jail time if they got caught.

"Because they said 'long, brown hair, white as a ghost skin' …. Oh, and 'she looks like she might be jailbait', but your secret's safe with me," Victoria stated smugly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're talking about you. And trust me, you want them asking for you … hot stuff. That's all I'm gonna say."

I rolled my eyes and checked my hair and makeup in the mirror. I still wasn't entirely convinced they were asking for me, but I needed the money, so I went with it. "Well in that case, where do I find this hot stuff?"

"Oh, you won't miss them." Victoria laughed. "But, maybe I'll show ya … just in case …."

"Just in case," I agreed, giggling as I followed Victoria out of the dressing room. She moved like a seasoned lioness sneaking in on her next kill. Her hips swayed seductively to the music, matching a hypnotic rhythm for any and all who paid attention. The boss always said I could learn a few things from her—her pizzazz was just what I needed to make this into a career. I was just beginning to understand what he was talking about.

Vicky led me to the darkest corner of the club, a corner I didn't usually like going to, because God only knew what happened over there, but I figured I was safe if Victoria was with me.

My eyes landed on a table full of men, and quite possibly another female, I couldn't be sure though, it was dark. The men definitely lived up to the 'hot stuff' Victoria labeled them. There were five, maybe six, and all of them—and I do mean all of them—were fucking gorgeous.

You could tell they were made of money by the wealth that showed in their structured suits, even with the jackets thrown over the back of the chairs and their shirt sleeves rolled up. The way their ties hung limply around their necks and gave them that 'just out of the boardroom' look. I was taught to look at the money signs that were possible in these situations, but I couldn't help but to notice the attractiveness that surrounded me … almost intimidating me.

"See, I knew you'd find her," a tall blonde man cooed at Victoria. "My man here," he went on to say, placing his hand on the shoulder of the gentleman beside him. "He hasn't shut up about her since we walked in the door."

My eyes were immediately drawn to the guy, a very fine—fucking Greek God fine—man sitting to his right. When my gaze reached his piercing green eyes, I was a little startled to find them already locked with mine.

Generally, something like that would freak me the hell out, but for some reason or another, with him, it didn't.I wondered why that was. Looking at him, gave me an odd sense of comfort, turning this dark, intimidating corner into a realm of excitement and anticipation. The possibilities were endless and I couldn't wait to discover them all.

"Yes, I found her." Victoria smiled, pushing me forward a bit. "But I will warn you … she has quite the fan base. So I'd be sure to make it worth her while—" I had no clue what she was talking about, I had no fan base.

"I'll tell ya what," the blonde interrupted. "If you both stay, we'll make it more than worth your while."

I shrugged when Vicky turned to look at me, and apparently, that was all it took. The next thing I knew, hundred dollar bills were tossed onto the table, and four of the six men quickly found a seat. I couldn't help the giggle that fell from my mouth when I turned to Vicky. She was barely hiding her laughter, which, quite frankly shocked me. Vicky never held anything back. It really was funny watching them; you'd think they'd never seen strippers do their thing before.

"How much for a private show?" Just the voice sent shivers down my spine. It was so smooth … so fucking sexy.

I turned to look at whoever was inquiring, and nearly passed out when I came face to face with the Greek God. "Um … I, uh …."

Please tell me I'm having a fucking stroke. I thought, feeling that familiar burn start to rise from the tops of my breast; my face was probably seven shades of red.

He chuckled a bit, tucking an invisible piece of hair behind my ear. "Better yet, what's been your best night?"

"My best night?" I asked, not really understanding his question.

"Yeah, your best night," he stated as if it were any ordinary question. I must be really dense, 'cause I just wasn't getting the question. "What's the most you've taken home in a night?" he went on to explain, apparently sensing my confusion.

"Uh …" I stuttered, again, stupidly. Retard, that's me, Isabella Marie Swan.

"I'll give you five grand, right now," he whispered into my ear. "All you have to do is leave with me."

My entire body was on fire, and I had this overwhelming urge to attach myself to him. I literally wanted to crawl inside his skin and live there.

"Leave with you?" I whispered back, considering he still hadn't stepped back into his own space.

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "Leave with me. I wanna see this glorious body and all its perfection … but it's far too dark in here for me to appreciate it the way it deserves."

Jesus, you do realize if we got just a bit closer, he could probably stick his thing right in ….

"And where do you suggest we go?" I asked, not sure why I was even considering it in the first place. I knew better than to leave with a complete stranger, but I couldn't help but to inquire.

"I have a beautiful, well lit, room at the Palms …." He trailed off and I went weak in the knees.

God, please tell me you want to do more than just watch me take my clothes off in this room.

"Y-your room?" I squeaked.

You're seriously considering this? my subconscious asked.

Yes, shut it! I screamed back.

"Yes, my room," he answered, his voice soft and seductive, calling to every part of me.

I glanced back at the table, noticing almost everyone else had left. Only the guy Vicky was giving a very thorough lap dance to remained.

"I don't even know your name," I murmured sheepishly, turning back to him.

He smiled a smile that should be illegal, and supplied, "Edward."

I glanced at the clock over the bar, my shift was actually ending as we spoke, and honestly, what did I really have to lose? I could use the money.

What do you have to lose? Really? my subconscious asked. Your life!

"I promise you'll be safe with me," Edward informed, almost as though he could hear my thoughts.

It was strange really, but for some reason I already knew I'd be safe with him.

"I just have to change," I said, turning my attention back to him. "I'm not allowed to take the outfits with me." Edward beamed at my answer and it made my heart flutter a bit. "Meet me in the alley around back in ten minutes."

He nodded, and turned to walk away.

"Hey, Edward?" I called out, as a thought occurred to me.

He quickly turned around to look at me. "Yeah?"

"What room at the Palace?" I inquired. I never said I was stupid.

His brows drew together. "The Palace?" he repeated, before shaking his head, a slight smirk upon his lips.

"The Palms," he clarified with a smirk. "Playboy Penthouse. Call the front desk and ask whom the room is registered to. They'll tell you James Wheeler." He pointed to his friend. "I'm not trying to pull anything over on you," he said, sincerity in his voice. "If you'd rather not go, it's fine. I completely understand."

I smiled, shaking my head. "No, it's fine. I'll see you in ten." He smiled, nodded his head once before turning to walk away, again.

Don't ask me what I was thinking, because honestly, I didn't know. It wasn't something I'd usually even consider, but something told me to go with him.

I wasn't going to be stupid about it, however. I told Vicky where I was going; she wasn't too happy with me, but she didn't argue—shocking the shit out of me. To cover all my bases, I asked Edward's friend his name, where they were staying, and whose name the room would be under.

He told me his name was James Wheeler, the room was under his name, and they were staying at the Palms, in the Playboy Penthouse. Just as Edward said he would. He then proceeded to tell me that Edward's last name was Cullen … as in Cullen Oil and Dr. Carlisle Cullen, the world-renowned cardiologist.

What the fuck? I thought, walking back to the dressing room. What could this guy possibly want with me, plain Jane, Isabella Swan, when he could have any girl he wanted? Most importantly, what the hell was I doing? I must have finally lost my mind.

Five grand! That's what I kept telling myself as I changed back into my street clothes. A girl could do a lot with five grand. Playing a little bit of detective and covering my bases just a little further, I typed in Cullen Oil into the Google search bar on my cell to see what I could pull up. Most of the information was boring about the company and stocks. At the bottom of the page, the address caught my eye. Boston, MA. Edward was a long way from home.

Surprisingly, my heart sunk a little with that realization.

Edward was standing against the building when I walked out the back entrance. His eyes immediately snapped to mine when he heard the door close, and he wasted no time getting to my side.

"Please tell me this isn't how you leave the club every night," he whispered, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as we started walking.

I shook my head. "We're not supposed to leave unless a bouncer walks us to our car, but I knew you were waiting for me. I wouldn't have stepped out if I hadn't seen you."

"Good."

We walked to the main drag and Edward hailed a taxi. Acting the part of a gentleman, Edward allowed me to slide in first. When he joined me, he made sure our bodies lined up. The warmth from his body caused anywhere we touched to feel as if it were on fire.

"Why did you want me to leave with you?" I whispered, leaning into him, for privacy or just to be closer—I couldn't decide.

He followed my lead, leaning in to whisper, "I already told you."

I shook my head, trying to clear the haze his closeness had brought on. "You're seriously going to pay me five grand?" I asked incredulously. "Just so you can watch me take my clothes off in brighter lighting?"

He turned his face and his nose brushed against my cheek. "That's exactly what I'm paying you for."

I shivered, as his hand slowly inched its way closer to my bare thigh. We both gasped at the bolt of electricity that surged through us when his skin met mine.

Edward pulled back as if he'd been burnt, then folded his hands on his lap and stared out of the window as if nothing happened. Leaving me to wonder what he was thinking.

Eventually, I turned my attention to my window mirroring his pose, figuring if he wanted to play aloof, then I could too.

Just as we were arriving at the Palms, he squeezed my thigh lightly, just below the hem of my skirt. I gasped, glancing at him before looking down at my exposed thigh. The contact had been brief, no more than a few seconds, but I could still feel the heat of his touch. I absentmindedly touched it, lifting my eyes to meet Edward's curious gaze.

He shook his head slightly, handed the cabby some money, then opened the car door. He extended his hand to me and I took it, relishing in the odd electricity of his touch. He stared at our joined hands as if he were puzzling over it, before smiling brilliantly at me, and leading me into the hotel.

As we walked by the gift shop, a thought occurred to me. "I, um …" I hesitated, pulling Edward to a stop.

"Everything okay?"

"I, um …" I looked around nervously, and then leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Did you want me to get something, to, um … wear? My undergarments aren't exactly stripper-ish …." My lips unintentionally brushed against his ear and a violent shiver ran through his body.

He groaned and pulled his hand through his hair.

Fuck, those are some lucky ass fingers. I thought, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through his hair.

He wrapped his arm, the one with the hand still attached to mine, around my back and stepped closer as he brought his mouth back to my ear. "Oh, I think I'm quite happy with what you're wearing now." His lips intentionally brushed against my ear. "I will say though, I'm rather curious to see what these non-stripper-ish undergarments look like."

"O-0-kay," I whimpered. I fucking whimpered! I scolded myself, all the while mentally face palming myself in embarrassment.

He chuckled then led me toward the elevator.

The penthouse was quiet when we arrived. I assumed everyone was still out, but I was sure his friends would be back at some point. I couldn't help but be nervous they'd want me to do an actual show.

I'd never done a private show.

I was always too afraid they would get handsie. In the club I was protected, but in the privacy of someone's home or room, it was just little ol' me against them, and there was definitely no question who'd win that fight.

Not that I thought any of Edward's friends would get out of control to that extent, but still, realistically, five or six drunk men and one half-naked girl.

Um, no thank you.

I didn't mind doing a private show for Edward, though.

You actually hope he does get a bit handsie, don't ya, ya whore?

Shut it!

"How 'bout a drink?" Edward asked, interrupting my internal debate. "You are old enough to drink, right? I mean I don't know—"

"Yes, Edward," I interrupted. "I'm old enough."

He nodded and walked toward the bar. "So, what's your poison?" he asked, grabbing a clear bottle from the bar.

"Um … I'm not really much of a drinker. So, uh, whatever you're drinking?" It definitely came out as a question.

"Well, I'm drinking vodka on the rocks," he smiled, scooping out some ice. "Personally, I think that'd be a bit strong for you. I mean, if you're not a drinker …. How 'bout vodka and cranberry?"

"So, you think I'm a light-weight?" I asked, jutting my hip out a bit, obtaining a playful attitude.

"Um, no—" he started to say, but I quickly cut him off.

"Then I'll take what you're drinking." Don't ask me what possessed me to say that, because I had absolutely no flipping idea. I wasn't a drinker, and I honestly didn't know what 'vodka on the rocks' was.

Edward just shook his head. "Okay," he said. "Suit yourself. I'm guessing I should probably call down and have the front desk send up some clothes …." He drug his eyes the entire length of my body, twice. "Size four?"

I just stood there staring at him, completely dumbfounded.

He chuckled, handing me a glass full of a clear liquid and ice. I automatically brought it to my lips and took a drink. Probably a larger drink than was wise because, oh my God, I was lucky I didn't spit it all over him. That shit burned. Oh, fuck, did it burn, and the taste, Jesus Jenny, it was God-awful.

I looked at Edward as I finally got it all down, hoping like hell that it stayed down. He just smirked at me, as if the fucker was silently saying, "I told you so."

"It sucks ass, okay?" I exclaimed, sitting the glass back on the bar. "Where's the cranberry juice?"

He chuckled and reached into the mini fridge. He poured some cranberry juice into my glass and slid it toward me.

"Thank you." I smiled, lifting the glass to my lips.

"You're welcome," he said, taking a drink of his own. "So your friend said you're name was Izzy?"

"Um, yeah?"

"That sounded more like a question," he chuckled, walking around the bar, coming to a stop in front of me. "You're not sure if your name is Izzy?"

"My name is actually Isabella, but at the club they call me Izzy … everyone else just calls me Bella."

"Hmm." He leaned in to me, his nose brushing my cheek. "So what do I call you? Isabella, Izzy, or Bella?"

"B-Bella."

"Good," he chirped, stepping back. "So, Bella, I thought we'd do this dance in here."

"O-okay," I whimpered, looking to the direction he was pointing.

He smiled beautifully, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the bedroom. I gasped when we walked into the large bedroom and Edward rubbed his hands together in mock excitement. He turned on some music—I couldn't even tell you what it was, but it actually had a good beat to it—then he pushed a chair to the center of the room and took a seat.

I glanced around the room—it was definitely brighter then the club—and then back to him. I pulled my shirt over my head as sexily as I could, and then moved closer to him, seductively swaying my hips in time with the music as I worked on pushing my skirt down my legs with just my thumbs, making sure to slide my hands down the sides of my thighs just as I was taught. It finally hit the floor as I came to a stop directly in front of him.

He looked me up and down again before settling into his chair a bit more.

I took a deep breath and crawled onto his lap, successfully shoving my cleavage right in his face as I moved to straddle him. I lowered myself and started moving on his lap, occasionally, but unintentionally, thrusting against his groin. My tits were bouncing around in his face as I reached behind me to release my bra.

The moment my bra pulled from my breasts, and Edward could actually see them, he let out a growl that was almost frightening. His head fell back a bit while his eyes rolled back in his head, and I do believe I may have felt him grow harder underneath me.

I may have accidently—on purpose—brushed against him.

I waited for him to right himself and open his eyes before I started undulating on his lap. I may have put my chest closer to his face than I would have for most men, but when his hands lightly ghosted over my hips and stayed there, I knew he didn't mind the even closer view.

His hands griped my thighs only for a second before he let go. I couldn't stop the whimper of disappointment from escaping. Edward froze for a second, as if he were trying to read my body's reactions, and then slowly gripped my thighs again. I moaned, dropping down into his embrace.

He moved one hand up my back, wrapping his other in my hair, and brought my mouth to his. I couldn't believe the strangled whimper I let out when his lips touched mine. He sucked at my bottom lip, lightly gliding his tongue over it. I granted his unspoken request and opened my mouth to him.

His hands were all over my back while mine threaded in his hair. I groaned when my hardened nipples dragged across his cloth-covered chest, grinding my center against his very erect cock.

Edward inhaled sharply at the contact, breaking the kiss. His lips moved down my neck while his hands shimmied up my sides, coming to rest just below my breasts. He adjusted me slightly on his lap, causing me to sit directly over his very large manhood. Not once did his lips leave my body as they nipped and tasted my neck and jaw line.

I gasped when he licked the skin of my chest, while his hands gently cupped my breasts. He palmed them gently, occasionally tweaking a nipple, while his mouth closed over the areola of my left breast, and his hand traveled to my ass.

I was so wrapped up in what he was doing to my chest, I couldn't pay attention to how far south his hand traveled. I wasn't expecting it when his finger slid lightly under the edge of my thong, mere centimeters from my wet core, but I was most definitely not expecting the reaction it got from me either.

I moaned, tugging roughly on his hair as I shifted my hips just enough to move his finger closer to where I wanted it. Edward, of course, caught my shift for what it was, and moved not just one finger, but two, to my opening.

He ran his fingers over my wet folds, dipping inside to tease the sensitive flesh within. I moaned loudly, and rubbed against his hand, guiding his fingers to the spot that begged to be touched. A shudder tore through me as he gave up his teasing dance, and circled his thumb around and over my aching clit, while slipping a finger inside my dripping channel.

"Ohhh … shiiitt …" I groaned, basking in the sensations he was causing.

Edward released the nipple he was currently assaulting, slipping a second finger inside of me. "Shit, you're so fucking tight …."

He wasted no time pumping his fingers; sucking my other nipple into his mouth.

"Fuuucckkkkk … ohhh, shit …."

Edward released my nipple, whispering, "Does that feel good?"

Fuck, yes, it feels good! I thought, gripping his hair tightly and yanking his head back, crashing my lips against his. Edward deepened the kiss, his tongue roughly caressing mine, his fingers not once losing their beat.

I whined when he removed his fingers, my hips moving on their own fevered search. He quickly stood from the chair, wrapped my legs around his waist, and gripped my ass as he moved me to the bed. All the while, his mouth still attached to mine as he laid me down, quickly crawling over me.

I groaned when his hard cock rested against my throbbing center, and he ground into me. My legs tightened around him, holding him where I wanted him. Following my silent request, he thrust against me again, and again, and again.

He was only dry humping me, but fuck, did it feel good.

"Jesus, Bella," Edward groaned breaking the kiss, his mouth moving down my jaw. "You're so fucking wet."

"It feels … ohhh, so … gooooddd …."

Edward sucked a nipple into his mouth and shifted so his hand could move slowly down my stomach to the elastic of my thong. "I'm sure I could make you feel even better."

"P-p-please?" I begged as his mouth went back to sucking on my nipple, his hand inching its way inside the material.

Edward wasted no time finding my center again, quickly shoving his fingers inside.

"You're so fucking tight," Edward grunted, pumping his fingers. "Fuck! I can just imagine what it'd feel like putting my dick in you." He kissed his way up to my ear, and then whispered, "Just the thought alone is almost enough to make me cum."

I let out a whispery moan, bucking my hips as he continued to pump his fingers. "Ohh, fuck … you, ohhh, God … shit, I'm … I ..." Talk about earth shattering orgasm, fuck. "Shiiiiiiiiiittttt, Ed-ward."

He brought his lips back to mine for a searing kiss as he continued to pump his fingers through my release. Once my walls stopped constricting around him, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. I watched in awe as he sucked my juices off his fingers.

"Delicious," he breathed, moving between my legs. He brought his lips back to mine and surprisingly enough, it didn't bother me that he'd just got done sucking my cum off his fingers. It was kind of a turn on.

I immediately wrapped my legs around him and whimpered in his mouth when his very hard cock rested against me. God, if only we were naked, well, completely naked. I was in nothing but my thong and knee-high stockings. Edward, however, was still completely clothed.

He broke the kiss and began trailing kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking as he thrust his groin against my center. I squeezed tighter with my legs, trying to keep him there, silently hoping he'd get the hint and continue thrusting or something.

Edward chose the something.

He groaned, sucking my hardened bud into his mouth. He had one hand under my arm and tangled in my hair while the other slowly caressed every inch of my body that was within his reach. I was breathless when he started kneading my breast, occasionally pinching and pulling at my nipple, his mouth still paying homage to the other.

I gasped when he pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger, before replacing them with his teeth. Slowly, he inched his hand down and into the front of my thong. He pulled back and looked at me as he brought both hands to pull it down.

I sucked in a breath, but didn't move to stop him.

He pulled my legs free from the fabric, tossing it to the side, before spreading them wide. He lowered his face to my very wet folds and licked at my center.

I gasped, griping the bed sheets in my hands. "Oh, shiiitt …."

Edward continued to fuck me into a whimpering mess with his tongue, my head thrashing back and forth, as I clenched the sheet in my hands almost painfully.

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, and brought his mouth up to my ear, gently sucking the lobe into his mouth. "I wanna feel you, Bella. Fuck! I wanna feel that tight little pussy …."

I moaned, bringing my hands down to remove his belt.

Edward pulled back, yanked his shirt over his head, before taking off his belt. He discarded his jeans and boxers while I rested on my elbows, staring at him, watching his muscles bunch and release with each action. I was sure my eyes fell out of my face when I got a view of how big he actually was.

When my eyes finally met his, the little shit was smirking down at me.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, staring deeply into his green orbs.

He crawled up the bed, hovering over me, forcing me to lie back down on the bed. He brought his lips to mine, his cock nudging my entrance as he reached over to pull out the drawer in the bedside table. He continued to nip and suck at my lips awhile longer, and then pulled back, resting on his heels.

I watched as he slid the condom over his very large erection, and then he leaned forward, hovering over me, urging me to lie back. He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me passionately before breaking the kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered against my lips, the head of his cock slipping between my folds.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, bringing my lips back to his, silently urging him forward. He thrust forward, burying himself completely in me.

"Fuck!" Edward hissed. "So … tight."

I gasped, my eyes clenched closed tightly, as I waited for the pain to subside.

I was not exactly a virgin, but considering I'd only ever had sex once, I might as well have been, and not to mention, Edward's cock was probably double the size of the other guy's.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, concern all over his face.

"Yeah, it's just been awhile. And you're not exactly … small."

He smirked, bringing his lips to mine, sucking and nipping at them as he slowly started moving inside of me. I ran my hands the entire length of his back, the areas I could touch anyway, lightly caressing his skin as he worked himself in and out of me. His hands lost in my hair, my moans lost in his mouth as he pushed me closer and closer to another release.

My entire body was on fire and I felt that this stranger had been a part of me my whole life. Yes, I knew absolutely nothing about him, but I felt as though I knew everything about him. I felt as if this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Edward broke the kiss and began trailing kisses down my neck, toward my chest. I whimpered when he cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my pebbled nipple. I almost missed the "perfect" he whispered just before his mouth closed over my areola, I felt his tongue brush over it and moaned.

I arched my back and lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts. He groaned, pulling away from my nipple and back on his heels. With his hands on my hips, he moved me hard and fast on his engorged cock.

"Come here," he breathed, pulling me up so I was straddling his hips, and his hands came to rest on mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, crashing my lips to his, nipping and sucking, as he moved me. It didn't take long for me to get the rhythm, and then his hands moved to explore every inch of my body.

Fuck! This feels good. I thought breaking the kiss.

I arched my back, and moaned. "Ohhh … Edward … oh, God."

He ducked his head, sucked my nipple into his mouth, and groped at the other breast with expert handling.

My whimpers and moans filled the room while I worked myself on Edward's cock, his mouth and fingers twisting, pinching, and pulling on my buds, occasionally nipping with his teeth.

Edward released my nipple and brought his lips to mine. "You feel so good ..."

He quickly laid me back on the bed, pushed my knees up to my chest, and started slamming into me with wild abandon. I moaned, arching my back, forcing his cock to hit just the right spot inside of me. Edward pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then brought his lips to mine, his hand still groping at my breast.

I wrapped my legs around him, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, and I could feel my body start to tighten. I knew my breaking point was fast approaching.

"Edward …" I groaned, breaking the kiss. I closed my eyes and let my head flop back on the pillow.

Edward nipped at my chin. "Let it go, baby …."

He pinched my nipple and my vision went black with white specks. I screamed out his name, and came, hard. Edward thrust a couple more times, and then lost his load into the condom.

He collapsed on top of me, and I must have passed out shortly after, because the next thing I knew, I was being moved under the blankets, and two very safe and secure arms were surrounding me. I heard him whisper something that sounded like, "Why couldn't I have met you first," and then sleep found me once again.

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