A/N: This prompt came from Facebook's DWP Mirandy Page. I have been trying to coax my muse out from her winter hibernation by feeding her a particular nutty chocolate bar. Anyway, the prompt I was given is as follows;
Andy catches Miranda having a Snickers and almost dies of shock.
Disclaimer: As always I am just fooling with these characters. I do not own or make any money from them. They are owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox.
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Chapter Nineteen:
Slipping off Andy's knee Miranda unzipped her dress and let it pool around her feet. She caught the heated gaze of the brunette as her eyes traversed up her body. At that moment she had never felt more desirable. "I think someone may be just a tad overdressed my darling," Miranda whispered.
Andy met the bright blue eyes and stood quickly. Stepping towards the other woman she let her eyes once again wander across the expanse of skin. Biting her lip she nodded. "Yes, I think you may be right." Placing her hand between Miranda's breasts she unhooked the front clasping bra with nimble fingers, licking her lips unconsciously as the bra fell away and Miranda shrugged it off her shoulders. "There, that's better." She grinned.
Miranda met Andy's smile with one of her own and stepped into Andy's personal space. Entwining both their hands she walked backwards leading the brunette towards the bedroom. Andy followed without breaking eye contact. As the back of Miranda's legs hit the bed, Andy followed placing her knees on either side of Miranda's hips, letting herself be held close, still fully clothed, to the naked woman beneath her.
She placed her hands under the embroidered Andrew Gn satin tunic Andy was wearing and ran her nails lightly up the young woman's back causing her to arch gently as goosebumps erupted on her skin. "Oh, Miranda." Andy husked. Her whispered plea causing the woman beneath her to break out into a wide smile.
"I will take this slowly my darling," Miranda told her quietly, the whisper of her soft voice caressing delicately against Andy's ear. "I want you to be ready for this. If you need me to stop I will. I do not want to hurt you. okay?" Andy nodded.
Miranda moved her hands down Andy's back and around to her waist. Taking the hem of the red tunic she pulled it over Andy's head, watching as the brunette shook her long hair back into position. Pulling the young woman closer she unclasped her red lace bra and let it fall between them. She bent slightly and kissed each nipple delicately. "Exquisite." She whispered following up her previous touch with a small lick around the rapidly hardening peaks. Hearing Andy moan she drew a nipple into her mouth and bit down lightly, eliciting another lusty groan from the young woman. The noise of Andy's pleasure allowed her own desire to skyrocket, and she brought her hand up to pay equal attention to the other breast. Teasing them with feather light touches from the tips of her fingers and gentle massage of her tongue to nips from her teeth and pinches from her fingers.
Miranda was amazed at the reaction she was getting from her ministrations. Andy looked at her, her beautiful eyes filled with wonder, and she wanted all the woman in her arms would give. As if Andy knew she writhed against her as her breasts, full and shapely, showed her enjoyment of Miranda's exploration. Using her whole body weight she rolled them so she was above the brunette. Seeing the delight shining in Andy's eyes she smiled. "I need you naked my darling." She placed her hand on the button of Andy's jeans. "There is still time to stop."
"No, I want this. I want you." Andy whispered.
Nodding Miranda unclasped the jeans and tugged at the zip. Sliding herself down Andy she stepped off the bed and tugged the jeans off, Andy assisted by raising her hips and ass off the mattress. Miranda smiled as she slowly moved towards the bed, her eyes entranced by Andy's curves laid out before her. She was in only a pair of sexy red lace boy shorts. As she reached the edge of the bed, she placed her hands on Andy's calves and crawled slowly up between her long toned legs kissing and running her palms up the expanse of flesh beneath her.
Andy caught Miranda's eyes she came closer. Raising her head their lips met and Miranda sank on top of her, her fingers entangling themselves in the long chestnut hair. With her pelvis resting against Andy's she ground against her to provide and gain friction where they both needed it the most. They continued to kiss, tongues darting between lips, smooth and soft, their breath warm, breathing each other in as their breasts pushed against one another as they moved. Miranda moved her mouth from Andy's lips and followed the curve of her face with tender kisses that drifted down to her neck. She nipped at the pulse point, an action greeted with moans, as Andy turned her head to allow further access. Miranda placed a soft kiss against the bruise she had left earlier in the night.
Pushing herself up far enough Miranda moved her hand down Andy's body, as her hand met the red lace she welcomed the wetness that acted as a confirmation of Andy's pleasure. She stroked her fingers over her mound before pressing through her panties. Andy let out a high keen at Miranda's delicate touch and bucked against her hand, grinding against her. She moaned louder when Miranda's fingers pushed the lace to one side and cupped her, stunned at the force of heat against her palm. She tugged at the lace and was pleased when Andy once again raised her hips and as she pulled them over the hips she kicked the panties off.
Fully naked they writhed against each other, adjusting slightly Miranda used her thigh to press into Andy, feeling the wetness coat the skin of her thigh. Andy traced the fingers down Miranda's spine and over her firm ass. Squeezing with both hands she pressed the editor against her. Miranda sighed and ground down harder.
She looked down to see Andy's cheeks were flushed with her desire, her pupils dilated; her beautiful dark hair was splayed on white bedding and she was biting her lip trying to stifle the noises being ripped from her very being. Miranda had never seen her Andréa look so incomparably magnificent; she was resplendent in her natural beauty.
"Tell me what you need my darling, I want to please you." Miranda requested throatily.
"Anything...Everything...I need you to make me yours...please." Andy pleaded tremulously.
Unable to wait any longer, Andy took Miranda's hand and parting her shapely thighs led it downwards. Taking the hint Miranda stroked downwards across a toned stomach and below. She ran her fingers up her wet slit, her senses aflame. She sensed the heat rising as Andy thrashed under her. The sight of her coming apart took her breath away, she could smell the young woman's arousal. Her scent making her light-headed with lust. It was sweet and musky and she knew at that moment Andy was ready for more.
She moved down Andy, leaving a blaze of kisses in her wake. She outlined the words written under Andy's left breast with the tip of her tongue, intoxicated by the flavour of her skin. Before Andy could comprehend what was happening Miranda's tongue was on her, sweeping against her sensitive clit, causing the young woman to buck into her mouth and call her name hoarsely. Miranda closed her lips around it and lapped at it with her tongue, her hands holding on to Andy's hips to still her attempts to buck against her face.
Miranda hummed into her as she tasted Andy's desire. Placing her hand back against Andy's core she swirled them near her entrance. Andy bucked hand against them going through the first waves of fire rising and spreading through her.
'Inside...please." Andy panted. Miranda entered her with two fingers and began to rapidly move in and out while she continued to lave Andy's clit. "Mira...so good...waited so long..." Andy babbled revelling in the pleasure Miranda was creating within her.
Miranda was stunned, Andy fit perfectly around her fingers, the taste of her was leaving her wanting more. She was insatiable. She marvelled at how eager Andy was for her touch as she arched into her. Miranda angled her fingers up and Andy ground down on her fingers and she connected with Andy's G-spot. To relax, Andy took a deep shuddering breath but Miranda knew how close she was to coming undone. She continued her attentions as waves of pleasure overtook the brunette.
Continuing to push into Andy Miranda removed her lips from her clit and moved up Andy's body whispering. "Do not hold back my love, I know you are close and I want you to come for me."
"So...so close." Andy whimpered. "Sooo hmm." Andy groaned against the intense sensations as she exploded around Miranda's fingers, her inner walls contracting as Miranda continued to move against that sweet spot. "Miranda..." Andy wailed. Hearing Andy wail her name sent Miranda tumbling into her own climax. As they shuddered against one another, she slowed her thrusts and let Andy come down from her orgasm before removing her fingers.
Moving to one side she was surprised when Andy kissed her, tasting herself on Miranda's lips and tongue. Moaning against Miranda's lips she whispered. "How did you...God sweetheart, I love you."
Miranda watched as Andy's breathing slowed and her eyes involuntarily closed as she fell asleep. "I'll love you forever my darling," Miranda whispered as she brushed the hair out of Andy's face.
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Miranda was still awake, she had been watching Andy sleep for the last 15 minutes, captivated by how innocent she looked, how vulnerable she seemed when her eyes were closed and you could not see the fire that set them alight. She smiled as Andy stirred by her side and turned to face the brunette as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked at Miranda.
"Mm, I'm not dreaming am I?" She grinned at the woman by her side.
"No, you are very much awake my darling," Miranda told her returning her smile.
She stretched and enjoyed the ache she knew came with being well loved. Groaning she asked. "How long was I asleep?"
"Not long at all, only 20 minutes. How are you, my darling?"
Andy chuckled throatily. "Do you really want to know?" Miranda nodded. "Satisfied in a way I have never been before." Her smile brightened as Miranda flushed at her words. "However by falling asleep, I believe I missed offering you the same satisfaction, how incredibly rude of me." She moved closer to the older woman and brushed her signature forelock out of her face. "Were you watching me sleep?" She asked.
"No...Yes...Maybe." Miranda grinned shyly. "Does it bother you?"
"No, not at all." She chuckled. "Was I drooling?"
"Not at all. You look remarkably peaceful my darling. Why do you ask?" Miranda could tell by the twinkle in Andy's eye that the question was the right one to ask.
"Well because I was dreaming about how deliciously mouth-watering you are," Andy stated with a brilliant smile.
Miranda smirked. "Really my darling? Most people would consider having dreams of me a nightmare."
Andy rolled her eyes at Miranda's words. "I'm not most people." She leaned forward and captured Miranda's lips in a delicate kiss before letting her lips trail along her jaw, moving toward her ear. Hitting a sensitive spot she paid attention to it, soaking up the small moans she caused before nibbling on the delicate earlobe for a second. "Miranda, my love. I adore you. And I will cherish the memory of tonight for the rest of my life." Andy whispered as she rolled them and trailed her lips down to Miranda's chest.
She licked at Miranda's nipples and when the older woman arched her back towards her mouth, she instinctively sucked at them, giving both equal attention and causing Miranda to gasp and moan beneath her.
Miranda watched Andy's hand slowly brushing the skin of her stomach, hesitantly, wanting to explore lower but still uncertain, even after the events of the evening. "Touch me Andréa. Please my darling, I need you so much."
Miranda's whispered plea ignited Andy's courage. She had become nervous when faced with Miranda laying sprawled under her, unsure of her ability to leave her responding the way she had. Still cautious, she grinned shyly down at the woman. To her, Miranda felt amazing. Her softness a delight to the senses in a way Nate's hard body never was. "You are breathtaking my love," Andy told her quietly.
Manoeuvring the older woman into a half-reclining position against the pillows she slid between her legs. Pulling one of Miranda's legs over her hip and one of hers over Miranda in a similar position she pushed her pussy against Miranda's and moved. They found a rhythm as she rubbed herself against Miranda's aching core, Miranda matching the rhythm perfectly. Clit to clit she allowed herself to become lost in Miranda's twinkling blue eyes as they moved against each other in their mutual pleasure, gasps, moans and endearments falling from their mouths, they gazed at each other maintaining their connection. She watched breathlessly as Miranda tensed, closing her eyes, she called out Andy's name as her orgasm claimed her.
Moving gently she lay beside Miranda and ran her hands down over soft skin. She was astonished when Miranda rolled onto her side and captured her lips in a blistering kiss, sinking her hands back into soft brown hair she deepened their kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. She worked on memorising every moment of the night when Andy's hands roamed, running her soft nails over Miranda, leaving faint trail marks against the pale alabaster skin.
She arched into Andy's touch. "More," Miranda whispered. "I need you…"
Andy grinned wickedly as she moved her hands down and cupped Miranda's ass. "What do you need, sweetheart?" Andy husked into her ear. "I would give you the world if I could." She moved her hands up and over Miranda's waist and traced the faint scar across Miranda's stomach as she hissed. "You are the most irresistible soul." She let her hand cup Miranda, running a feather-light finger through the short curls between the editor's legs.
"Yes!" Miranda gasped. "There."
Andy rolled them so she was back on top of the older woman and ran her fingers through the editor's slick folds. She worked her fingers against Miranda's clit. She caught Miranda's lips in another demanding kiss that was returned passionately.
Moving her hand down she pressed deeper entering her with two fingers and thrust gently as her thumb circled her clit, Miranda moaning into her mouth as their lips continued to caress. Her free hand moved up to stroke Miranda's breasts. Miranda was overwhelmed by the sensations and broke their kiss to take a deep breath.
Pushing down Miranda's lithe body, she kissed along Miranda's inner thigh, her lips teasing the skin, and skirting towards her centre. Miranda let out a groan as Andy's tongue swiped teasingly against her as she examined her for the first time. Her lips and tongue continued to offer playful touches that aroused the editor further.
Miranda ran her hands through the chestnut curls, keeping the young woman pressed against her as she gyrated. Looking up into Miranda's eyes as she licked and moved inside her she saw Miranda's head thrown back, her breathing deep and ragged, she looked incredible. Taking Miranda's clit into her mouth she sucked hard, watching as Miranda tensed up, and pulled her head down, holding her there as she moved even more furiously against Andy's mouth and fingers before letting out a long moan as her body convulsed once again with the strength of her climax.
The intensity of Miranda's orgasm sent Andy spiralling into her own. As her orgasm subsided Andy's sucking became a gentle lapping, and she removed her fingers, as she placed a gentle kiss on Miranda's sensitive nub, causing another shudder to pass through the woman below.
"Enough, please." Miranda held Andy's head in her lap as and running her fingers through the curls looked down on the top of her chestnut head. Her breathing slowed as Andy looked up into her eyes. At that moment it was as if time was standing still.
Pulling her up gently Miranda kissed her, tasting herself on the luscious lips. Andy blushed causing Miranda to smile and state. "No, my darling. Don't be shy now, please. That was...well that was piquant." She pulled the brunette to lie beside her, taking her hand she entwined their fingers.
Andy looked across at her hesitantly through thick, long lashes. "You blow my mind, my love," She told Miranda softly. Miranda turned her head away as tears sprang to her eyes. Concerned Andy waited for those blue eyes to look into hers and when they did she saw love and amazement in their depths. "What are you thinking sweetheart?"
"How can you love me so much? What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"You love me back, at a time I'm struggling to love myself, you have given me hope," Andy told her with a bright smile. "And that was, this is, you are, the greatest gift ever bestowed on me."
Miranda wrapped her arms around the brunette and settled her head against her chest listening to her heart. The steady thrum and Andy's whispered words of love lulling her into sleep. You are safe with me my love, always." Andy whispered.
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They slept late, Miranda's cell waking them both. Turning towards the bedside table Miranda put her hand out and grasped it. Without looking at the screen she hissed. "Yes." She listened intently with a frown forming on her face. "Yes, Emily. That is acceptable...Continue to offer no comment and email all staff with a reminder about their NDA's. I will deal with this...I will be in contact with HR after lunch." She listened further. "Yes she is fine, it's been emotional...Yes...Nigel can fill you and Serena in, he should land shortly. Thank you, Emily. That's all." She disconnected the call and without looking at her bedmate climbed out of the bed, shrugged on her robe and was moving towards the balcony, her cell already at her ear.
Andy was concerned. Pulling up her cell she fired a quick text to Emily.
AS: Hey Em, what the hell is going on? The dragon has appeared in full force.
She waited nervously as Miranda spoke in privacy into her own cell, her quiet murmur making it impossible to hear what was being discussed. She looked down at her cell as it vibrated
EC: Check out Page Six online. I think the shit's about to hit the fan, Andy. Take care of each other.
Getting out of bed she wrapped herself in the sheet. Stalking to the corner of the room she connected Miranda's laptop to the guest Wi-Fi and opened the browser to Page Six. Bending over the screen she began to read.
Dating the Devil
We reported briefly in Friday night's edition about some fisticuffs between Miranda Priestly's assistant and her ex-husband.
Miranda Priestly and Andy Sachs were then seen on Saturday morning having a cosy tête-à-tête in Central Park as they walked La Priestly's large St. Bernard. Afterwards, they jetted off to an unknown destination in the Elias Clarke Private plane.
We have been speculating on their time together and the reasons behind them disappearing into places unknown, a few dates followed by romantic getaway, perhaps?
Many of our readers have expressed their concern about our intrusion into Miranda and Andy's personal lives however we are just seeking the truth.
Yesterday we were provided confirmation about Friday night's punch up from Sasha Western, Stephen Tomlinson's current girlfriend. Sasha kindly set us straight on the recent events, the details of which have left Mr Tomlinson rather shamefaced.
Mr Tomlinson did, in fact, have his nose broken by the Amazonian assistant after he grabbed her and refused to let go. He ignored warnings, made twice, as the fierce Fashionista asked him to desist. He then disrespected both her and Miranda causing the usually unflappable Ms Sachs to hit him full force with what can only be deemed a well-timed punch before cussing him out for his lack of common decency.
Sasha also advised us that photographic evidence existed of the bruising to Ms Sachs arm from where she was grabbed. Evidence that was sent to Mr Tomlinson's legal team who have been working tirelessly to get what they can from his divorce from Ms Priestly.
Mr Tomlinson was seen yesterday checking himself into the Silver Hill Hospital in New Canaan. Maybe he has finally realised it's time to get a grip on his unhealthy relationship with the Scotch bottle, or it could be something to do with being hauled over the coals by his senior partners.
A recent anonymous tip-off has provided information that Priestly and Sachs have actually made their way to Cincinnati.
Not a romantic getaway after all. Our anonymous tip-off stated there had been a death in the Sachs family.
What this has to do with the Queen of Fashion we cannot say.
However, the painting on the door of Priestly's Townhouse provides us with enough to believe our initial speculation was in fact correct.
Andy looked at the photograph of the front of Miranda's townhouse, plastered in spray paint across the door was two words; Dyke Bitches.
Andy was furious. She knew of only two people that would stoop to something like this, only one person who would have ready access to the paint. "Fucking Lily." She seethed. "I'm going to..." She trailed off and sighed as warm arms wrapped around her.
"Did you know I have security cameras installed? They are being viewed as we speak. Emily and Douglas will check on your apartment once Nigel arrives at Runway. Both he and Doug have been told what has happened." Miranda told her. "Did you read the rest my darling?" Andy shook her head and continued to read.
Everyone here at Page Six hopes that the culprit of this atrocious act is found and has the book thrown at them.
(Runway's fabled tome would do the trick nicely.)
Due to the nature of the reason for their trip to Ohio, we offer our condolences to Andy and the entire Sachs family.
It made my jaded little heart jump a little with joy that Andy has Miranda by her side through this difficult time.
We are hoping for their return to New York soon so we can find out more about the fashion world's newest (and hottest) pair.
To Mirandy; you make an extraordinarily beautiful couple.
"Mirandy?" Andy croaked in an effort to stifle her laughter.
"Mm yes. I think it's quite clever." Miranda chuckled. Andy heard the magical tenor of Miranda's laughter she let her own laughter to flow. "It could be worse I suppose." Miranda murmured.
"You seem to be taking this well," Andy told her lightly spinning around to look at Miranda.
Miranda stepped back from their embrace and shrugged. "It would have happened, regardless. I think we may have gathered one or two enemies."
Andy's laughter subsided. "I'm sorry I have brought this mess into your world sweetheart." She shook her head as an email pinged on Miranda's laptop.
Opening it Miranda studied two grainy photographs and sighed. "Well, it looks like your old friend Lily wasn't acting alone."
Andy looked at the photographs, one showed Lily side on, the other showed a full faces shot of Nate. "Stupid fucking idiots." Andy seethed. "Of all the moronic things to do."
"Unfortunately it is now in the hands of New York's finest," Miranda breathed. "My neighbour reported it and Emily, Leslie and my lawyers are dealing with it on my behalf." She pulled Andy back into her arms. "This is not your fault my darling, I will not allow you to take the blame for other people's incomparable idiocy." She stroked Andy's cheek tenderly. "Now we have a choice my darling, we can shower and have breakfast or we can go back to bed." Miranda smiled at the brunette in her arms.
"How about breakfast in bed?" Andy counteracted.
She smirked as Miranda shivered looking appalled. "What about crumbs?" She asked.
Andy chuckled and pulled Miranda in for a soft kiss. Breaking the kiss she whispered. "Who said anything about food? The only thing I want to eat in that bed is you."
"Mm in that case breakfast in bed sounds delightful." Miranda husked dragging the brunette back to the large bed as she unwrapped the sheet from around Andy and unfastened her robe.
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Hours passed with them wrapped around each other, talking, making love and occasionally napping. By 1 pm Andy was wide awake and watching Miranda sleep. Creeping from the bed she pulled on her pyjamas and made her way to the living room. Picking up the phone she connected to reception and called down for coffee, juice, pastries and a fruit platter.
Once again she felt arms wrap around her waist. "Come back to bed." Miranda husked as she nuzzled the back of Andy's neck.
"I need sustenance." Andy giggled. "I've ordered coffee, juice, some pastries and fruit."
"Coffee sounds divine. I believe this is the longest I've gone without since the twins were born." Miranda smirked.
"God, help us if the Queen of Fashion isn't sufficiently caffeinated," Andy whispered mischievously as she spun in the older woman's arms and gave her a brief kiss.
"I never realised how cheeky you could be my darling." Miranda smiled softly.
"I never dreamed of how insatiable you would be my love." Andy grinned widely.
"Only with you," Miranda whispered as there was a knock at the door.
"That's quick for the food," Andy said. Looking down she smirked. "Maybe you should put your robe on, we wouldn't want to give the hotel staff here an eyeful."
Miranda huffed and stalked to the bedroom closing the door gently as Andy answered the door. Opening it with a smile she found Jill. "Jilly, what's up?" Her concern wiping the smile from her face.
"Nate's here. I was sorting stuff at home as I'm moving back for when Mom gets out of the hospital and he pounded on the door screaming for you." Jill explained as Andy led her into the suite. "I didn't answer, he looked so angry and I just couldn't..." She shuddered as tears formed in her eyes.
"Come in. Just give me a sec, okay sis? Miranda needs to hear this. Did you see Page Six today?" She saw Jill shake her head, she pulled up her cell and scrolled to Page Six and handed her cell to her sister before she crossed the room.
Miranda turned as Andy entered the bedroom, her cell clasped to her ear. "One moment." She said. Pulling the phone away she whispered. "I assume it wasn't room service?"
"Jill's here. Nate arrived at my parents' house looking for me." Andy explained.
Miranda pulled the phone back to her ear. "Detective, I can confirm that Mr Cooper has in fact somehow escaped New York and is in Cincinnati. Now unless you want me to speak with the Chief of Police about this blatant display of incompetence, then I would suggest you liaise with the Cincinnati PD. He seems to be in search of my assistant Andréa Sachs." Miranda listened intently before sputtering. "I do not see how my personal relationship with Ms Sachs is any of your concern. Just fix this. That's all."
Miranda shook her head as she disconnected the call. "The Police are dealing with this. Your mom is okay. The police will monitor the hospital entrances. It looks like Lillian gave police information regarding Nate, the paint job was his idea of retribution. Apparently, your declaration of love didn't go down too well. He also tried to break into your apartment. One of your neighbours, a Mrs Babisch, chased him off with a baseball bat before any serious damage could be done."
Andy snorted out a laugh. "Mrs Babisch is over 75 years old but I can imagine her wanting to smack Nate. She never liked him. She told me tales of her time in Kraków, she's formidable."
Miranda smiled sadly. "Mrs Babisch reported it to the police. And then told the story to Douglas and Emily when they went to check on things. Emily is having security features installed, with the permission of your Super. I will just put clothes on and I'll be out. I will see if there's a room for Jillian. We'll keep her near, it will also allow you the time to reconnect with her and to overcome the pain of the last few months. I know you are hurting but so is she. She needs her big sister now more than any other time."
"I know," Andy whispered. "I am trying, I want to be there for her, I just don't know how. I brought Nate into our lives. He is from Kentucky, which as you have seen is close to Cinci, but he is not someone I would have met in passing. If I'd have stayed at Stanford, none of this would have happened."
"You cannot dwell on what ifs my darling. Think about it this way, if you had stayed at Stanford, not met him, come back to Ohio and to the family business rather than to New York and Runway then we would not be here now. And that my beautiful Andréa does not bear thinking about." Miranda told her.
Andy pulled the editor into a hug. "I'd like to think fate would have intervened but part of me knows you are right, sweetheart. Destiny is not always a matter of chance, it's about choice too. I'll leave you to get dressed." She pulled away gently and gave the older woman a small smile before leaving the room.
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