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Lame update: I'm so sorry readers, I've got so many troubles with story development since I always aim lemon and another pervert things. I'm so sorry for being a perv…

Mamori had poor life: This is only the beginning of her unfortunate life. Apparently, I like the idea of beautiful woman having sorrowful life but ended happily. Is that a spoiler?

Disclaimer: Inagaki Riichiro and Murata Yuusuke

My Lovely Stripper

Part 5 Living Together

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Mamori held her breath when Hiruma kissed her goodbye in front of her house in the middle of sweet afternoon. Since her approval of becoming his woman, he hadn't let her go. He had kept her for hours in the VVIP room, having a large amount of sex and sharing passionate kisses. He wouldn't have stopped if his phone hadn't alarmed him of his next schedule. She had heard him cursing many times before he had decided to put an end to their intimacy.

So, finally there they were, in front of Mamori's house.

Mamori's turquoise eyes sparked as he brushed his tongue on the tip of her upper lip, teasing her. She couldn't help blushing. And actually, she didn't want to part with him that day. He had possessed her all right, had made a whore out of her. She still desired him very much. Hiruma's cellphone rang again, forcing his to stop. Hiruma released his hands from her waist and took the phone out of his pocket. His expression changed in seconds.

"Fuck, I've got some more meetings today…" Hiruma twitched his mouth, and his brows furrowed coldly. "Damned those fucking old swine…"

"Hiruma…" Mamori wanted to tell him that everything was fine and they could meet anytime, but Hiruma cut in.

"I'll be back soon." Hiruma spoke, fixing those dark eyes on her seriously. "I'll arrange our next meeting. I hope you remember to do everything I've told you before, my sweetie bitch."

It should be my sweetie instead my sweetie bitch, thought Mamori sulkily. However, the way Hiruma treated her was sweeter than honey—he caressed her cheek before leaving and gave her a parting kiss. Any odd nicknames meant nothing for her. Moreover, the strangest part was she seemed enjoying all of his treatments to her. Mamori opened the door, entering the dark room. As always, she prepared to take a hot bath. She needed to relax after all of had happened to her.

"Fuck you for being the loveliest woman ever…" Hiruma said, kissing her neck with his soft and long kisses. His long fingers slid behind the bed cover, directing into her breasts. "Fuck you…"

"Hiruma, stop saying that I'm a… ohh, stop it!"

"Guess you love it," Hiruma said, winking at her. "Am I right?"

Mamori bit her lips. She did enjoy Hiruma's company in bed. Even more, she loved every minute with him. He was also the one who could give you everything Sena would need, she added. Yet, she knew perfectly her destiny. She would be his favorite until he got tired or her. On one fateful day he would dump her like trash. True, he would get rid of her as soon as he found her unattractive anymore. What can I expect? It's definitely not a common relationship, remember? Just enjoy everything while you can.

But now he treats me…

One day he'll grow tired at you and dump you, stupid. When will you learn to face the truth? Just because you like making love with him, you feel comfortable with his company, and you feel something different when you're with him, it doesn't mean both of you are lovers.

Lovers. Oh, stop it! That is lust that keeps Hiruma and I together, nothing more.

That thought just came across her head, a wishful thinking. Being lovers…

Mamori quickly walked into the bathroom, ready to have her usual warm bath. She needed that badly. She had to get rid of Hiruma from her system, the sooner the better. Yes, the sooner the better. There was nothing between them besides lust. However, sometimes wishful thinking could turn into reality. She just hadn't noticed that she had that power.

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The room was so dark, cold, and fishy. None could stay longer than a week there, but he had managed to survive during the hardest nights in two weeks. He had been there for two weeks, living through the pain and sufferings. His condition was worse than ever. He had got hypothermia and nearly killed, but he didn't care. He had to prove that he wasn't the thief and traitor.

"Do you have enough, brat?"

"Fuck you boy! Show us the money!"

"This brat has been quiet for days. We definitely must do something. Let's teach him lesson."

He was dying. He had to do something otherwise he would get killed. "Listen, killing me will make your boss angrier than before. Release me and I'll show you the money—and the tape."

"Tape? What tape?" the bald man asked him curiously. Another man was listening, waiting for his explanation. It was such a lie, of course.

"Don't you forget? Release me and I'll make you hero, finding the large sum of money and tape."

Hiruma woke up abruptly, sweats covering his whole body. He hadn't dreamt that dream for more than 25 years, yet that vision came inside his brain and disturbed him most. Hiruma was so angry and frustrated. He threw everything from his desk furiously, making his tools scattering away and creating noisy sounds. He hated that time. He hated that memory.

He hated the very first time he managed to kill people.

Red and white colors splashed together, streaming from the broken pipe. He had to run away. All of those blood. He didn't mean to kill them; all he wanted was stopping their beatings. He didn't mean taking their lives. Ironically, that murder gave him chance to proof himself as a better yakuza apprentice. The boss noticed him as useful brat.

"That Hiruma, he could lie, bluff, and kill mercilessly. He's pretty good for ten years old kid."

He was always ready to do every task which had been given to him. He was worse than spy. He was worse than assassin. He was above all. He was the worst of all.

He had to be calm, he reminded himself. That was just—nothing. He gulped when he realized he needed some water to wet his dry throat. All of those pressures from his elders in the Deimon associations asked his explanations and his plans in Vegas. Hiruma knew it was difficult to show them his movements nowadays. He had some hidden agenda, and their demands would be a great obstacle for him. He had no choice besides using his ultimate plan to keep the elders' mouth shut for a while. It is the best time for using you, my thread notebook.

It had been a while for him, not using that notebook. That notebook had been his weapon since he decided for taking over the whole Deimon Association. He collected slaves for his benefits and source supplier. With that information, he blackmailed many people, taking advantage of their weakness. Hiruma smiled widely, thinking how good the following days would be.

His dream wasn't taking over the goddamn association anymore, but the whole under ground association. He was thirst for power, control, and money. He was willing to die for achieving his ultimate dream.

Suddenly, Cerberus entered his master's room. It licked Hiruma's left foot eagerly. It barked any times and finally made Hiruma irritated. "I have filled your own refrigerator, asshole. What do you want from me?"

The brown little dog kept on barking. Then Hiruma bent his body, tapping Cerberus' rough fur. He shook his head. "Damn you. Not hungry, aren't you?"

Cerberus gave a horrible smile, yet cute in its own thoughts.

Hiruma signed desperately. Fuck, this old fucking dog wants to stay here with me! Unless you're… damn it, I start thinking about her. Well, what is she doing by now? I had warned her to stop working in that bar. If she—

Cerberus barked, interrupting his thoughts.

Since Hiruma was in good mood, he just looked at his pet with solemn expression. In awful mood he always got rid Cerberus with his old flame thrower. Cerberus gave another barking. Hiruma raised his brows, "only this time—and if you give me fleas I'll rip off your skin."

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Mamori got off the cab and walked toward Maria's apartment in elite Shibuya area. Maria had called her to talk about several things. Actually Maria had asked her to tell about Hiruma's response and their deal, Sena's condition and many more. Since Mamori couldn't tell anyone but Maria, she agreed to tell everything. She needed Maria's help too. She was wearing her cotton blouse with long wavy flannel skirt. She always looked pretty. In her way, Mamori successfully made every man took double take on her, admiring and praising her beauty.

"Tell me, kid—and never hide anything," Maria said with smile on her face, opening the front door fro her. Recently she had just finished her bath and she was wearing bath robe only. It was 10 o'clock in the morning and surely it wasn't common time for taking a morning bath. However, Maria was a night worker and she always had a good reason behind it, saying she had just woken up or so. "What happened between you and him?"

Mamori blushed.

"Oh, come on…"

"He agreed to give me the whole money and we spent the whole night together. Perhaps I have misjudged him, for he is so nice and—and sweet."

Maria felt like her jaw dropped. She would never believe someone was actually praising that cold-blooded demon! Had Hiruma brain-washed her friend's memory?

"I want to ask you something, Maria. Well, Hiruma asked me to… hmm, he asked me to have birth control pills. Can you help me out?"

Maria frowned for a while. "Oh, my God, don't tell me he really wants you to be his sex partner!"

The woman in front of her seemed shocked. That is so true. I'm only his sex partner. But why I feel pain in my heart when Maria stated it?

Maria realized she had hurt Mamori's feeling. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Well, it's not everyday news that Hiruma wants a—a regular partner."

Mamori tried to smile, "ah…"

"But Mamori, birth control pills wouldn't be able to conceal STD's."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Of course Mamori knew what STD's was. The main problem was she didn't even have time to think about it. There were so many things which overshadowing her thoughts lately and her personal health had become the latest thing from her attention list.

"That demon of yours, Hiruma… He is sexually active, girl. Having an unsafe sex with active partner has bigger chance of getting STD's. That is why I was pretty shocked when you said that he had asked you about those pills. Oh fuck, he wants full body contact with you! That is dangerous!"

"Maria, that's okay. I don't need…"

"You just don't know how scary of AIDS and—"

Mamori raised her voice, "to tell the truth, we had unsafe sex in the beginning."

Mamori clarified everything, her face turning red. She didn't expect to tell that to anyone. That was too personal. It seemed to be a total shock for Maria. She didn't believe her ears. "Sorry?"

Mamori took a deep breath. She knew she had to tell everything she had in her mind otherwise her best friend would keep on asking and asking, making her exasperated. "Hiruma and I, we had sex that night without any protections in the first place. Yet, he always wears condoms shortly after. I believe the only problem now is he doesn't want to get me pregnant, I think. That's why he asked me to purchase those pills."

"Oh, God… oh, my God…" Maria covered her face with both of her hands. "He had… oh, this is unbelievable! He's so careless! What he had in his mind? He could get you infected with his…"

"I told you Hiruma's not that bad. I'm rather happy with him, Maria."

He has totally manipulated you, none would consider that monster nice, Maria thought. "Mamori, are you sure he's—nice?"

It felt like gulping a rock inside your throat, saying Hiruma was nice.

"Well, even if he's such an asshole I couldn't leave him. Even if he got me infected with whatever disease I would never care either. I own him so much money which I couldn't ever afford in my whole life."

Maria couldn't hold her tongue, "oh, this young woman really gets under my nerves. You must think about yourself, Mamori…"

Mamori gave a bitter smile, "nothing is more important than my brother Sena. He's the one that I only have in this world."

Maria shook her head, "I hope your brother would be healed and get better soon. I couldn't let you sacrifice your own life more than this, Mamori."

I already did, Maria. I already gave my life in his hand.

There was a long pause.

"You're such an idiot."

"I knew that." Mamori smiled softly. She was so glad to have a very caring friend. "One more thing Maria, I knew this is a sudden decision, but I can't work in the bar anymore."

Maria smirked, "of course. Hiruma will never permit you to be a stripper or hostess again. We'll surely miss those flowers."

Mamori smiled, "yeah, right."

"Ah, do you want to accompany me to my regular check up? Remind me to ask Maruko for opening a prescription for you tonight. And for your safety, I think you must check your condition monthly to gynecologic specialties. Don't sweat the details, I'll help. That's the benefit to have personal doctor in your side."

Mamori nodded, "sure."

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It had been almost two weeks since she met Hiruma. Her life seemed returned to its normal state once again. She had morning classes, spent times with her friends, shopped and ate together with her classmates, and so many more. She could spend her spare time for visiting Sena in the hospital. Her little brother was so happy and he looked stronger from day by day. Dr. Onihei said if Sena kept continue his good development, having a bone marrow transplant wasn't a dream anymore. Sena's last operation had been cancelled due to his lack of immunity, so Mamori hoped her brother could make it.

"His condition is getting better. If he continued this good progress, Dr. Takami and I would schedule Sena's next surgery," Dr. Onihei told her. It was a sunny day in the early day. She only had a class in the noon, so in hospital she went.

Mamori couldn't be happier than that day. "I hope so. I really hope to see Sena running once again with me in our hometown Hokkaido. He likes running, you know that doctor? Sena would be so happy there. He likes cows and horses. I'll teach him how to ride horses and pick best quality apples. We don't have farm anymore, but the new owner always permits us to do our old routines."

Dr. Onihei smiled, giving support to her. "I do expect your wish comes true, Mamori-san."

Mamori nodded her pretty head, "thanks for the support doctor."

They passed the hospital garden. Some patients were exercising and training with their personal cares. Some of them were nurses and doctors who just took a walk for capturing the sunny morning. A nurse waved her hand toward Dr. Onihei and the old doctor replied the greetings.

"May I ask you about something?" Dr. Onihei asked her with serious expression. "Are you still meeting that man? I mean Hiruma-sama."

"Eeh?" Mamori pursed her mouth. She remembered that Dr. Onihei had seen her spending time with Hiruma once. She thought that lies were no more needed. "Yes, what is the matter?"

Dr. Onihei quickly shook his head. "Nothing. There's nothing, really. Ah, I just want to know—because I've never seen you with someone else in here, Mamori-san. I'd say it would be better if you can stay away from him. He's not a right person for you."

Mamori forced a smile, "It's not the first time I heard this, doctor. Thanks for your attention, but he's much better than anyone might think."

Dr. Onihei couldn't say anything. The power of trust in Mamori's eyes sealed his mouth. This young woman certainly trusted Hiruma. He didn't want to destroy it even though he knew who the real Hiruma was. She would be a victim of his game, becoming crushed and rotten.

"Ah."

"Sorry, but I must go. There's a noon class and I won't catch it if I don't go by now. Please take care of my little brother. See you later doctor!"

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"It is a democracy organized in the form of a parliamentary government under a constitutional monarchy. It is a developed country with the twelfth largest economy in the world by nominal GDP, including the tenth-highest quality of life index rating in the world, as of 2005. It is a member of the United Nations…," the lecturer kept on explaining the map on the projector, pointing at the major problem in the rapid growing country.

Mamori quickly noted that she had to search the complete explanation in the books otherwise she couldn't be able to catch up the lesson. She had to spend more time in the library, she thought. The class was dismissed at 3 PM. Many students went to study center to advance their knowledge, searching for newest information. Mamori sighed, quickly rushing into the library.

It was one of the biggest libraries in the country. Everyone could find anything there, depending on their needs. Mamori had just finished her exploration when someone walked closer to her, tapping her shoulder lightly.

It was him. It was Sakuraba.

"Hi, long time no see, huh?" he greeted her, showing his pearly teeth. He looked casual that day, wearing his black shirt and jeans. "Have you just finished our next assignment? The rapid development in the Middle Europe, isn't it?"

Mamori always felt her heart could blow when she met him, Sakuraba. She was so nervous when he moved closer to her, making her face blushing. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I did expect you to call me," he winked one of his eyes, smiling naughtily. "I knew you always read your notebook. I think I made a mistake, didn't I?"

Mamori stepped backwards, making a distance. However, he kept on moving toward her. "How about having dinner together? I'm sorry for being straightforward, but I couldn't help it."

"I—I think…" Mamori stuttered. "Sakuraba…"

"If you're looking for the same books and references, you better check out those in sector 5, boy," masked librarian which his name card sticking on his uniform said. "And young woman, I believe you've made a promise with me for helping me selecting the new data of those books."

Mamori couldn't believe her ears and her eyes too. IT WAS HIRUMA WITH UNIFORM. What the hell is he doing here?

"Is it true, Anezaki?" Sakuraba doubtfully asked. He didn't predict that someone would block his plan. He felt a bit annoyed when he faced the masked man. "Sir, I'm not looking for any references or books. Anezaki and I are having conversation here, will you leave us?"

"I'm so sorry, Sakuraba," Mamori bit her lips. "I did have a promise with—with Hilman."

She mentioned the name on the card. Suddenly Hiruma quickly grabbed her hand away, stealing her from the scene. Mamori didn't even dare to look at Sakuraba, who was left dumbfolded. Her face was red. All she could do was following Hiruma. Both of them entered a new section in the library. There were none there. The woods were still fresh-painted and the books were half-full. Some boxes were left stocked in the corner. Hiruma instantly opened the window aside, turning on the air conditioner.

"I couldn't believe it, what are you doing here…?"

"I just miss my alma mater, and I've got several businesses here," Hiruma smirked behind his mask. "I also didn't have any clues you're here. What a surprise—is it I must say?"

Mamori knew it wasn't the simple truth. She just knew it. "So your coming here has nothing to do with me, Hilman?"

"On the contrary, I had just finished everything and got what I need, so it's the time to pick you up. Wait, there is something I must do."

"Huh?"

Hiruma suddenly grabbed her to the wall and opened his mask, kissing her mouth passionately. His kisses were hot, burning everything in her mind. She found breathing was a hard task for Hiruma demanding her lips to participate. So, she eagerly kissed him, clutching his neck. Hiruma's hand slipped under her long skirt, caressing her tight softly. Mamori moaned heartily. Soft purring was coming from her throat as he did that. Hiruma closed her mouth with his kisses.

Mamori didn't notice Sakuraba followed behind her, looking at her with wide blank eyes.

Hiruma, who still opened his eyes, watched the beaten young man in front of him. Sakuraba looked at them with uncertain expression. He looked completely shocked and betrayed. Hiruma's eyes were laughing at Sakuraba. You saw it, right? Now get rid of her! She is mine!

Sakuraba rolled his eyes, leaving them. He was completely broken-hearted. As Sakuraba left them, Hiruma released Mamori from his embrace, smiling. "Come on, having sex in the library is never a nice idea for me…"

"Where are we going?"

"My fucking condo," Hiruma answered, tearing his uniform into pieces.

Mamori kept silent in the Hiruma's silver BMW. He drove it with regular speed in the crowded area. They were directing to middle Tokyo area, passing busy marketplace. Mamori felt awkward meeting Hiruma in the afternoon actually. She had always imagined that Hiruma was a very busy person, having too much things to handle.

"I have done all the projects so I can spend today with you, little bitch. Stop staring at me like that. I'm a very busy person indeed," Hiruma explained, reading Mamori's thoughts. "Tell me, do you want something to eat?"

Mamori nodded, "I—I haven't eaten my lunch actually. Is it okay if we go to…"

They arrived in front of a small bakery shop. Mamori quickly got off the car and purchased a big amount of cream puffs. The baker smiled and asked her to visit their shop again, asking her day. Mamori replied politely and waved her hand, saying goodbye.

"Your favorite is Kariya Bakery? It's such a tacky small bakery shop I should say," Hiruma commented. "Too much sugar will make you fat."

Mamori laughed, offering him. "Do you want to try?"

"Obviously no. I prefer sugarless food." Hiruma brought Mamori to a very luxurious condominium in the middle Tokyo. The strategic location made it priceless. Mamori was surprised when the room boys rolled red carpet when Hiruma arrived in the condo.

"Welcome, master."

Hiruma didn't say anything. He grabbed Mamori's hand and they quickly disappeared behind the lift. In the highest level, Hiruma stopped and opened the door. He turned his head toward Mamori, smiling nicely. "Welcome to our new place."

Mamori didn't believe her eyes. All of the rugs, the ornaments, the whole crystals and gold made the room one of the finest rooms in her life. However, it wasn't the surprising part. Hiruma guided her into a room. The funny thing was, she found her things between those expensive furniture. She noticed her closet and her desk. Hiruma had saved a room for her.

Somehow he had moved her room into his condo!

"Haven't I told you from now you'll live with me?" Hiruma asked with innocent expression on his face. "No need to worry, I have moved your things."

Mamori was so astonished, the words failed to come out from her mouth. Her face turned pale, "I live with you? What do you mean?"

"Of course you live with me. You're mine, remember?" Hiruma asked her. It was like a common thing to claim someone as yours. Mamori couldn't say any words. Mamori was still stunned. She managed to accept everything coolly. This was her choice. There was nothing to regret. There was nothing to reconsider.

"Oh, do you like dogs?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you like dogs?"

"Yes."

The brown-furred dog dashed like rocket toward Hiruma, tapping his leg happily. Hiruma's expression changed as his eyes catching Cerberus. "Meet my fucking dog, Cerberus."

That was the creepy looking dog, Mamori thought. However, she could feel the softness behind that dog. Cerberus moved toward Mamori and tapped its head on her leg, asking her to caress it. Mamori bent her body and softly stroked its head. Cerberus looked happy. Ah, no matter how scary the outlook, it just wants love and care.

"You named it Cerberus? Is it the three-headed hell guardian dog?" Mamori protested. "You should give it better name."

"Cerberus likes the name, little bitch." Hiruma spoke without any hesitations. "This condo, almost all of my people lives in here. Sometimes I gather meeting in the ballroom, celebrate some parties, and many more. Feel free if you meet my subordinates."

"You must spent lots of money for paying all of this."

"Not a single yen. Let's say the owner gave this for free. I help his business after all," Hiruma smirked. "Okay, we'd better ready…"

"Ready? Ready for?"

Hiruma threw Mamori her visa, passport, and hotel brochures in Las Vegas. Mamori had never made those things. However, the photo and the signatures. How could he do that? Does something like this is called fraud? These are illegal documents!

"I've got some essential meetings in Las Vegas. To tell the truth, I hate traveling alone. So, I decided to travel with you."

"Hiruma, but these are… these are illegal!"

"I just want to surprise you," Hiruma said calmly. "There's nothing wrong with your documents. Some government officers kindly helped me out."

There is no use fighting with this kind of person, Mamori acknowledged. She finally gave up, "thanks."

"Don't mention it. You must pay after all."

Mamori noticed it when Hiruma stared at her. He wanted her. He wanted her badly. Hiruma raised one of his eyebrows. "It's been one week huh? I believe those pills have worked well in your body."

"Hiruma…"

"I miss you. I miss you these days…"

Mamori felt that feeling again. Something tingled inside her stomach when he stared at her. Hiruma carried her into his bedroom. He gently put her in the bed. It was a master size bed with first class wooden crafts. It felt so soft inside it.

"I've never brought anyone but you." Hiruma said, opening his shirt. "Little bitch… you're really beautiful without heavy make-up."

Mamori moaned when Hiruma kissed her neck, pressing her tight without even open her dress. He was so horny, yet his movements were slow. He slipped his long fingers beneath her buttons, opening them one by one. Mamori moaned over and over. Their touches and the tension made all of her senses ran away.

"Hiruma," she begged. "Hiruma don't tease me…"

The man rolled onto her, taking off her lace bra and her long dress. He sucked her breasts excitedly, licking them. "Be patient or I'll tie your hands, torturing you more…"

Mamori nodded. She bit her lips and kept on hitting the pillow under her body. Hiruma slowly entered his fingers against her, making her scream his name louder. Hiruma kissed her mouth willingly. He drained everything from her.

"You're so sweet. Strawberry flavor, was it?"

Is he talking about cream puffs? Mamori groaned when Hiruma finally entered her. The tense was increasing between them. Both of them moaned. He pushed harder and harder into her, forcing her to yell louder.

"Do you like it rough?" Hiruma barely spoke. He closed his eyes, enjoying their joining. "Mamori, oh, fucking you tastes like heaven…"

Mamori almost collapsed when he burst inside her. All of her body screamed, experiencing a very satisfying climax. However, Hiruma didn't stop. He kept on kissing her while he pulled himself out. "It definitely heavenly…"

Mamori breathed heavily, smiling.

"Mind if we do that again?"

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Here they were, inside the private jet to Vegas. Hiruma covered his face with sunglasses, smiling at her. They went in the middle of the night after Hiruma had answered emergency call from America. Mamori kept staring at Hiruma, who stared at her naughtily, "what? Do you want to do it in the plane's bathroom?"

Mamori sighed, "It's so sudden. I still have some exams in…"

"I said I had some businesses in Todai, right? I had asked some permission from your lecturers, little bitch."

Mamori felt a stab in her heart. "Are you threatening my lecturers?"

"That's very rude words of yours. Never say something like that in front of my people. They are hot-blooded," Hiruma explained. "If only between us, you may say anything of course."

Mamori was so furious, but she couldn't say anything. She was angry and afraid in the same time. "How long will we stay there, I meant Vegas?"

"For our sweet little fucking honeymoon, one week is enough."

One week… they will spend one week in Vegas, the city of gambler and fun. Mamori noticed it bitterly. What should I do?

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