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[ closed ] girl you got me like hooked

Characters: Ren & Rey
Date: backdated to July 31, immediately after this thread
Location: Ren's house in the Sky Sector
Situation: Rey has procured drugs. Ren is curious. Illegal activities ensue.
Warnings/Rating: drug use. other warnings added as needed.

Light. Dark. She was no longer content to think in such cut and dry terms; she felt as though her eyes had truly been opened, that there was an entire way of thought previously denied her that she had access too, now.

Kylo Ren — as well as the Cultists' drugs — was a key to that understanding.

He'd offered to teach her before, in the ways of the Force. Perhaps they could both learn from what lay in the small baggie of black dust she'd procured, in the little colorful crystals that had come along with it. Dust and Lucid were mind-altering substances, but she wasn't fearful of trying them in the least. If anything they would give her insight, knowledge....and perhaps the understanding of how to obtain Malicant's power.

Ren was amenable to her suggestion, and offered his residence as a private place to test the substances out. She followed him without hesitation or fear, entering his home as though she were a welcomed guest — [ where am I? you're my guest ] — and gave his table full of ...ashes? a curious glance before settling down on his living room sofa, leaning back as though making herself comfortable.

"Well?" She took out the bag of multicolored crystals, to start. "It's now, or never."

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He let his gaze linger on her, hungrily drinking in the sight of Rey making herself at home in his house, so full of confidence and grace. She had come a long way from the young woman he had hunted on Takodana, and even farther from the frightened, lonely child he had seen in her memories. Now she was strong and determined, and she had come to him.

After everything...

He sat next to her on the couch, one arm draped over the back of it, though he was mindful not to crowd her. And yet... He wondered. If he did crowd her, would she run or would she lash out? Part of him wanted to see her lash out, her fury would be beautiful to behold.

"Now or never," he murmured his agreement, and upended the little bag on the couch between them. He held up a yellow stick, marveling at how it sparkled in a beam of sunlight. "If this is what they used to feel closer to Malicant... To understand it will bring us a step closer to him, too."

Rey crossed her leg comfortably and effortlessly, as though she belonged in his private quarters, and she couldn't help but notice — to her smug satisfaction — that Ren couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her, sliding in next to her on the couch and possessively putting an arm along the back of it. Apparently he thought her a worthy student, after all.

She'd heard from the Snakes who'd sold her the paraphernalia — the powder and the items necessary to smoke it, as well as the crystals — that the different colors of the crystals yielded different effects, but they hadn't provided a guide of any sort to elucidate what each color would ultimately do. Rey watched as Ren held the yellow one up to the light, letting the sunlight fading into the room shine through it, and she was overcome by an intense curiosity; she wanted to throw all caution to the wind, Jedi tenets be damned.

"Break it in half, and we'll share it," she suggested, holding out the palm of her hand expectantly. "On three," she murmured when he did; "one...two...three." And she popped her little half of the crystal stick onto her tongue, swallowing it down.

Minutes passed as they watched one another carefully, holding each other's stares and scrutinizing for any subtle change in the other. Eventually after several moments though, when nothing had happened, Rey felt the corners of her lips ticking upwards.

"...You have lots of beauty marks on your face," she observed, attempting to conceal a grin.

That was really disappointing. Nothing happened, there was none of the disorientation or feeling of being drunk he had expected, and certainly no sense of feeling closer to the Dark Side.

The stick hadn't even tasted sweet like Hyuuga's sugar flowers did.

But then there came Rey's quip and he just couldn't help grinning back. It wasn't even funny, but suddenly it was, and it was just so nice to be chatting with Rey and... He just had to grin, okay. And chuckle. "And your hair buns look funny," he retorted. A warm, soft laugh escaped him, but he was feeling far too good to even realize that he wasn't the kind of man who laughed easily. He reached out for a strand of hair that had come loose. "You're looking scruffy there."

Kylo's entire body language was changing as he felt more content than he had in years. With the relaxed state of his mind, all these walls he kept up were being lowered, the ready-to-spring-into-combat tension that barely even left his body in sleep seeped out of him.

At his comment and gesture, the gentle brush of his fingers playing with a strand of her hair that had come loose, Rey snorted — quite unladylike, as she did — and giggled effusively. "I'm scruffy? You're the one whose hair is looking like a sad happabore, these days." It was a dig, but a gentle one; his hair wasn't as pristinely styled as it had been the first time he'd unmasked for her, but then again he probably didn't have the time or the items with him here to fix it up properly.

She sighed, long and lazily. There wasn't any advantage to having taken the drug, as far as she was able to tell; at least, she thought, it wasn't uncomfortable in the least. There was no pain, no nausea, no discomfort at all — just a pleasant feeling bubbling up in her chest, making her a bit giddy like the time she'd gotten ahold of some Knockback Nectar on Jakku.

"This isn't working at all, is it? On either of us." But instead of seeming disappointed, she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders playfully before leaning her arm along the back of the couch and resting her head on it, facing him. Her fingers grazed his, nearly touching. "I am glad we decided to try it, though. I was curious about it, weren't you?"

"Not until you brought it up, but then I got very, very curious," Kylo admitted with a grin that was downright boyish, and even a bit mischievous. He bumped his knee into hers, and grinned wider. "You're a terrible influence on me, scavenger. You're corrupting me; you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Wait till I tell... Well, all the ones I could tell are gone, but if they get back here I'll tell on you!"

Not even the prospect of Skywalker returning could upset him right now. It would just be kind of funny, in a bizarre way.

"And my hair's not sad! Feel!" He made to grab her hand, seeking to make her check for herself.

The grin he displayed reminded her suddenly of how she'd seen him smile as a young boy, fresh-faced and sweet, and it was momentarily shocking enough to jolt her out of her Lucid-driven bliss for a few precious, fleeting seconds.

Then the feeling was gone, replaced again by the effusive pleasure and happiness she'd felt a moment earlier, and all was right again. Ren nudged her knee, and she toed him back with the tip of her boot in kind.

The very notion of her corrupting him made her throw her head back and laugh, but she was distracted when Ren took her hand in his, guiding it to his hair.

"...Oh." A full-fledged, genuine dreamy smile graced her features, one that made her eyes shine. Her fingers moved and twisted in his hair, combing it and twirling short locks of it around. "It's so soft...and thick, very sturdy. I take back what I said."

In her hand she held two halves of another crystal, this time a vibrant pink color, and she held one part of it hovering over his mouth, tugging his head back with her other hand still buried in the locks of his hair. "Do you want to try another? Open up!"

"You should keep petting my hair," he said, and the way he said it, it was more of a demand than a suggestion. Yet his eyes were half-closed in pleasure, and if he were a cat he would have been purring. It felt so, so nice, the gentle way she ran her fingers through his hair and when she tugged to force his head back he laughed, dark eyes sparkling with humor that was for once wholly free of malice or bitterness.

"Getting handsy now, scavenger?" he grinned. "I've always known you're bossy." He chuckled to himself as if he'd made the wittiest of jokes, and obediently opened his mouth for her to pop the piece of pink Lucid into his mouth.

He chewed thoughtfully, but the color change didn't change anything about the taste. "They should do something about the taste. Needs more sugar. It tastes boring. Do you know what pink does?" He wasn't particularly concerned, like he really couldn't be concerned about anything at all. Especially with someone as lovely as Rey so close...

She didn't release his hair, even when she tugged on it playfully to tip his head backward. It should have surprised her just how much she liked touching him, how easily it came and how it made the tenuous bond between them sing as though it were a string that'd been plucked, but she was too unaware in the state she was in to fully appreciate it.

"You seem to like being bossed around," she mused, watching with undisguised pleasure and interest as he accepted the crystal and chewed it before swallowing.

She popped her own piece into her mouth, crunching on it at the same time and shaking her head at his question. "It would be better if it were more like candy," she agreed, finishing it and still combing her fingers absently through his hair although having gentled her hold on it. Sugary foods were something she'd only become acquainted with while in Keeliai, but already she'd developed a weakness for them. "But then we might eat nothing but these, and they're rather expensive."

As she watched him up this close, studying his face, she found herself focusing on his lips after a few moments. "...I don't think that pink actually does anything," she murmured distractedly, one hand still stroking in his hair, the other one fisting in her own clothing in an attempt to refrain from putting it on him somewhere.

...Why was she suddenly gripped with the desire to touch him, elsewhere?

"None of them do anything. I think you've been cheated. They gave you nothing but colored sticks, and they don't even taste sweet." Which should really be quite upsetting since Force users shouldn't take lightly to being toyed with, but if Rey's hand in his hair had been feeling nice before, her gentle petting had just become worlds more pleasurable.

Kylo had never thought of his scalp as a sensitive part of his body, and yet he felt like shivering in pleasure every time she combed her fingers through his hair, and when her fingertips brushed his skin he felt so alive. What would it be like if she touched him elsewhere? What would it be like to touch her?

They had only had battle or interrogation, and the tremulous peace at the tea house where they were kept apart whenever possible, but this... He'd never really looked at her, had he? Or he'd been blind all along.

"It's terribly... disappointing," he whispered absently as he reached for her, the back of his curled fingers brushing over her soft cheek. "You have beautiful eyes." He could lose himself in them, except his own gaze kept being drawn to her lips. Lips that frowned so often when she looked at him, but what would they look like if he could tease sounds of pleasure from her? He blinked, trying to shove away these thoughts which left him feeling flushed.

"You're just like that one species of Corellian cat I've seen; one of the off-world traders had one as a pet, and he brought it to Niima," she mused, continuing to run her fingers through his dark hair and drag her nails lightly against his scalp. She'd never realized it before, but she couldn't help but think now that the comparison was spot-on. "A spukamas; you'd be a very big one, of course." They were spoiled, pampered pets, the trader had told her; beautiful, sleek black fur, but rebellious with nasty stubborn streaks. And prone to violence. "Not the friendliest of cats, but they do like pettings."

He seemed to be enjoying her attentions to his hair so much that he adjusted so that he was practically in her lap, looking up at her with dark, hooded eyes. One of his hands stole up to brush his fingers over her cheek, as if to reciprocate the touch, and Rey felt her breath catch at the sensation.

No one — not even Poe — had ever touched her, like this.

He complimented her eyes, but then he was staring long and hard at her lips, and in a pleasantly-flushed daze she noticed he had a little shard of pink crystal stuck to one of the corners of his own mouth. Rey frowned and licked her own lips as though to catch it. "You have ah— ...um." Finally she gave in to her urges and brought a finger to his mouth, catching the little pink shard on the edge of it and pushing it between his lips.

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His breath caught in his throat when she reached for his mouth. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. His lips prickled where she touched him, but this wasn't enough. He didn't think anything could possibly be enough.

Kylo Ren's lids fluttered and he parted his lips. He felt so alive, so incredibly alive and awake and aware, but only of her, the only one who mattered. His hand went up to gently cradle her wrist with his fingertips, not firm enough to hold her in place, but just enough to steady her.

His heart thudded so loud, his eyes opened again fully to catch her gaze. Somehow, driven by this madness which was thrumming through him, he sucked her fingertip into his mouth. His tongue lapped gently against it. His face was a mask of rapture. Desire was thrumming through him, it pumped hot through his veins and left him utterly heady. It left him dizzy, his fingers tightened on her wrist.

...Oh. Oh.

Rey held completely still, movement and muscles and even breath, as Ren wrapped a hand around her wrist — delicately at first — and closed his mouth around her intruding finger. She felt the heat and wetness of it, the softness of his lips, and then that gentle, teasing pressure of his tongue against the tip of her captured finger.

Her eyes dilated with desire, her own lips falling apart at the sensation. This wasn't exactly what she'd intended by pressing her finger against his lips, but the end result was so much more exciting than she'd anticipated. She felt the blood in her body pooling lower in her belly, below that and between her thighs, desire suddenly cinching everything like a tight coil that made her unable to breathe deeply.

Rey watched the rapturous expression on his face as he sucked on her finger, testing the suction of his mouth by retracting it slightly before letting him draw it in once more. Inadvertently, she found herself wetting her own lips in helpless fascination. What else could she let him take into his mouth, of hers, like this...?

His fingertips fluttered over the soft skin of her pulse point and down to her palm, and back again, and still he did not break their gaze. He couldn't have, even if he had wanted, he found himself far too spellbound by the sheer want he read in her gaze. He knew it had to be mirrored in his own eyes, and when his gaze dropped to her lips he felt his heartbeat skitter. The pink of her tongue, the wet glistening of her lips...

"Rey," he whispered huskily, teasing forgotten in the sheer overwhelming face of true want. No, not want, it was a need, one that clouded his mind to everything else but her. Kylo knew vaguely he had a hundred good reasons not to, but he still yearned to taste her lips.

Yearned to taste so much more than just her lips, in truth, but a kiss might be enough to sate the hunger, or to fan it further. Arousal thrummed through him, sharp and overwhelming.

"I want to kiss you."

It hadn't occurred to her in her naïveté that kissing would have been the next step, a natural consequence of the situation they found themselves in, but when his eyes fell on her mouth mirroring hers on his, she knew instantly what he wanted before he drew his lips away to speak.

And then it was suddenly hard to think of anything but her lips on his, licking into his mouth, the idea potently taking root in her mind until it was all she could imagine.

"...That would be the worst idea," she whispered in return, a flash of lucidity even with her mouth parted and just mere inches away from his, his scent and breath and the pull of him so magnetising that she could barely breathe. "The very worst." Even though she'd felt her alliances shift earlier in the day, having been the catalyst that had brought her here with him, she couldn't imagine the Dark side of the Force embracing attachment any easier than the Jedi faction could.

So Rey did the only thing she could, in such a spot.

She leaned in further, closer until his mouth was within reach of her tongue, and gave him a slow, tentative lick at the underside of his soft upper lip.

"...So don't tell anyone," she murmured, pulling back just the space to whisper it between them. "It'll be our secret."

Kissing would be the worst idea indeed, he could objectively agree with that, he just really couldn't bring himself to care about all these reasons at all. Not when Rey looked at him the way she was looking at him now, how could he possibly care about any such things as allegiances or being natural enemies?

Light and Dark all paled in comparison to the heat racing through him when her soft, soft tongue lapped at his bottom lip in a teasing hint of a kiss. Just a hint of one, just enough that his breath caught in his throat and he clung to her hair, overcome by want, and yet terrified to take for what if he would send her running? He didn't know how to do slow, or gentle, it didn't exist in his life, but somewhere in what was left of his coherent mind he remembered that if he cornered Rey, she would lash out and it would all be lost.

"Our secret," he vowed, because to him right now that made perfect sense. Everything that would permit her to give him this kiss would make sense. "I won't tell." His fingers dug deeper into her hair, playing with the ribbons that held her buns in place till they loosened.

He crossed the tiny distance left between them, his mouth brushing against hers, her breath mingling with his. Gently lapping at her lips, a firmer press of lips against lips, and Kylo felt himself trembling with the monumental effort it took to hold back.

"...Go slowly," she cautioned when his breath caught in his throat and he clung to her hair. "Go slowly." Not just because this was dangerous, unwarranted, but because she was aware — on some deeper level — that this was the first press of lips to lips she'd ever experienced.

Ren seemed as though he would agree to anything at this point; his raspy words were a hurried affirmation of hers, his fingers digging into her tightly-kempt hair and loosening the bands that separated it, freeing the dark wavy locks that fell about her shoulders. She couldn't help but shudder at the sensation; so that's what someone's hands in my hair feels like.

It was Rey's turn to be overwhelmed again, this time by the half-crazed, fanatical look in his eyes as he pulled her into him, lips soft and light and hungry but so obviously careful, holding back the reckless tide she knew lurked beneath. If he'd meant to kiss her this way to keep both of their passions in check, it had backfired spectacularly — Rey could only take so much of that soft teasing before she gripped his face in her hands and surged forward, sealing her mouth voraciously over his, tongue stroking and demanding.

Groaning softly with want, she held him close before pressing him back against the couch's frame by his shoulders, pinning him as though she were a predator devouring her prey.

Go slowly?

She did not take her own advice, and he was so very glad for it. He had always known there was great passion within Rey, he had seen a glimpse of it every time they fought with words or sabers, and never more than that fateful battle on Starkiller Base. He had known, and was still taken aback by it now, there was just a second or two in which he indignantly floundered - he should be the one charging forward and claiming, not being claimed!

But what did that matter when he was swept up in this passion of hers? And he was. Restraint thrown to the wind, he kissed her back with the same abandon and hunger, so much hunger which was only further fueled by kisses which left him ever more drunk on her. His hands tugged until her hair was wholly loose and would still not release it, his tongue tasted her and let her explore him in turn, and still it was not enough. He needed to have her, no clothes between them, no more inhibitions, just them.

He dropped his hands down from her hair along her back to grip her waist, and as they shifted the little bag with crystals crackled, rolling against his leg. He reached for it, annoyed, and vaguely realized what it was. His mouth pressed harder back against Rey's even as he blindly reached for one of the sticks - it didn't matter which, it wasn't like they did anything. He had grasped a blue one, and when their lips parted to gasp for air, he placed it teasingly against Rey's lips without a word. The unspoken demand, a challenge really, was all there in his eyes.

Rey's — decidedly unpractised — kisses were anything but neat and tidy. On the contrary they were messy, wet, and included probably far more teeth in the mix than what was usually acceptable by most people's standards. Her enthusiasm likely made up for it, though; she relished her momentary power over him, the way his hands tangled roughly in her hair before slipping down to span her waist, the way she nipped his plush lips with her teeth before he pulled back briefly to catch his breath.

When he did, there was the press of a crystal against her mouth, and without a further thought she took it between her teeth and snapped it in half like the feral thing she was. Throwing her arms around his neck again, she resumed kissing him and fed him his half, pushing it between his lips with her tongue.

"I'm in a generous mood," she teased, her eyes alight, before her mouth descended hungrily on his once more and she all but slid into his lap, straddling him on the couch.

Oh Force... He held her close to him, hands low on her back again, and then sliding up along her sides, his thumbs just barely brushing the curve of her breasts as he kissed her back with the same intensity. The chalky taste of the blue crystal filled his mouth, drowned out by the taste of Rey.

Neither of them was an experienced kisser, but they had enthusiasm where they lacked skill, and were not hindered by inhibitions. All the should-nots that may had them faltering on another day had paled in the face of this sharp, overwhelming desire.

"Generous?" he murmured, voice pitched almost to a purr. His dark eyes held her gaze. "How far will it go, this generous mood?" His hands slipped around to her back again. "Will you let me do this?" He yanked her close, groin to groin, and stifled whatever outrage may follow with another kiss.

She couldn't get close enough, to him. Even in his lap, her thighs on either side of him, she felt it wasn't enough — too many barriers, too much physically between them for her need. The connection that bound them, the bond she'd been aware of in various states of ebbing and flowing since she'd arrived in Keeliai, was now thrumming and vibrating; stronger than she'd ever felt it, a pulse that felt as though it resonated through every cell, every nerve, every pore.

Ren drew her against him, the supernova-hot core of her against that hard root of his desire, and she barely had any time to gasp in either pleasure or outrage — more likely a combination of the two — before his mouth was on hers again.

But this time as they kissed, lips and tongue and breaths moving in heady sync with the pulse of the Force bond between them, she became aware of a heaviness in her eyes, a growing fatigue in her limbs. She pulled her mouth briefly from his...and to her surprise gave a long, protracted yawn.

And then sheepishly snapped her lips shut. "...I'm not bored, I promise you." To prove she meant it, she cupped his cheek in her palm and pressed her face into his neck, nosing into his dark hair and twisting herself encouragingly in his lap. The friction made her gasp — and then yawn again, no matter how she tried to stifle it.

He should not be feeling this fuzzy heaviness that you knew from exhaustion after a too long training, or right before falling asleep. Their kiss was as heated as before, but exhaustion was overcoming him like a stifling blanket.

"Mhmmm, I'm not bored either, nobody could get bored around you," he murmured in-between nibbling at her earlobe, and then he had to pull away for a yawn of his own. This was not how it should be, he thought, scowling. But even anger wouldn't come as it usually should, he was just feeling far too calm and sluggish for it.

Kylo tugged at Rey's hair so he could pull her into another kiss, but there came a second yawn. He frowned. "I'm tired," he said, and shot the bag of crystals a disgruntled look, "maybe that's all it does for Force users. It makes us tired." How disappointing. He wasn't anywhere near done with Rey, and she was squirming so enticingly against his groin that he was absolutely aching to slip his hands lower...

...but he just wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her neck. "You feel so nice..."

Not a moment earlier she'd been wide awake and keen to see just how far she was able to continue to push him like this, with her in his lap and squirming against him deliciously, but the heaviness in her limbs wasn't abating. Instead she felt herself growing sluggish, and when Ren tugged her head back only to yawn in her face, it occurred to her on some level that this was strange. Both of them had been so excited by the prospect of being closer, and now...neither of them could seem to stay awake any longer.

"But we didn't feel tired just a moment ago," she argued, frowning faintly and trying to pull her thoughts out of the haze she felt enveloping her mind. "It was only when we took the blue..." Another yawn interrupted her thoughts.

Ren enveloped her in his arms and buried his nose in her neck, breathing her in, and Rey let herself relax in his embrace. It was so strange to think how they'd gotten to this point — the entire afternoon had been nothing but bizarre — and yet with the Force bond thriving and pulsing steadily around them like a subtle heartbeat, it felt as though she should have known it would happen.

Rey nuzzled into his soft hair, inhaling slowly and closing her eyes. Her eyelids felt so, so heavy — couldn't she just close her eyes for a little while? She turned him slightly so that he no longer rested against the back of the couch, leaning on him with her weight to press him back against the cushions. Ren was as comfortable as any pillow.

She kissed him again, just a light brush of lips against his as she snuggled into him, pressing their foreheads together as she lay half over him in his embrace. "We can continue what we were doing, later...let's just rest here, for a few moments." What would be the harm in it?

"Mhmmm," Kylo hummed. He rubbed soothing circles over her back, though his movements kept growing more sluggish as this heavy tiredness weighed him down ever more. "Later then. We are going to continue this later. I want you... but later. After a nap." He snuggled more into the couch cushions, making himself as comfortable as he could so that Rey, in turn, could be comfortable against him.

It felt so nice to have her in his arms, even just for sleeping. He'd never had a woman curling up trustingly in his arms, his life had been devoid of hugs at all since before he joined his Master. But this... This felt nice. Really nice. More than nice, with their bond so alive and content, this odd reassurance thrumming through him that he wasn't alone anymore.

It would be very easy to fall asleep in her arms.

He ran his fingers up to brush against the soft skin at the back of her neck and higher to fiddle with her hair, and while he did so, his eyes were falling shut. "I'm happy you're here," he murmured sluggishly, "I like it when you're like this." Dark and hungry and sharp-edged, but sweet for him. Yes, he liked that. Another yawn, and his eyes full shut. Moments later, he was asleep.

Rey couldn't even muster the energy to do more than shiver pleasantly when he murmured that he wanted her in her ear. To be wanted so ardently was wonderful, thrilling, and she'd literally never felt anything as pleasurable as what they'd been doing prior to this — nothing could have prepared her for the softness of Ren's mouth, the wet heat of his tongue, the sensations when he took his teeth to the skin of her neck or to the shell of her ear. Everything was new, and heightened, and potent.

But the slow, gentle circles he was smoothing along her back with his fingers through her tunic were now doing the opposite, lulling her into a state of extreme relaxation. Not enough, however, that something in her heart hadn't clenched up when he whispered he was happy here with her.

"I like it, too," she whispered drowsily in answer, nosing into his soft curls before pressing one last kiss to his jaw. They were both on the verge of sleep, sinking into that blessed respite, but before she went under she found herself murmuring quietly in his ear.

"Just you wait...I'm not done with you, yet. Not by a long shot." A pause, as her eyes were heavy, and she closed them before speaking again. "I want to touch you everywhere...taste you everywhere, watch your reactions when I do it. I want to see what you look like when you're so needy, like that..."

And despite the pleasurable thought her eyes finally closed for good, and she fell into slumber still lying over him.

Edited 2016-09-02 06:52 (UTC)

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[ closed ] girl you got me like hooked

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...are we going to Malachor yet, for this thread XD

you know I will always gladly go to Malachor with you

/holds your hand and frolics amidst the sulfur and red dirt

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