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  1. Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize. This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good. But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night. We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline. When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes. We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there. To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe. But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and… “hey… I think you should know that…” “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…” “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.” There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape, I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are. On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”. I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop. Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really. The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed. If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them. We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack. S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess. I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch. We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place. It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him. We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking. We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower. If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try. In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario. Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from. What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous. When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice. Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants. Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started. “Let´s go now” I told my partner. “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all. Out on the street my boyfriend was confused. “What´s wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night” “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…” “What do you mean?” “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?” “Yeah, of course…” “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.” “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked. “Just a little, but…” “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened. I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants. My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off. And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was. “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited. I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back. “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either. “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled. “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off. “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear. When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did. It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner. To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift. We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love. Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend.
  2. First night of a two day vacation trip to another medium size town we were not familiar with, and of course me and S dove directly into the public kinky stuff. We would dress up nicely in suits. I would get desperate. Combining these two meant we would both get our share of fetish flow, and it couldn´t be anything but fantastic. Before undressing for the evening we were relaxing and cuddling in our hotel room. We were excited and things got sexual. But I didn´t want to climax , I wanted to save the tension. I´m usually not good at that kind of self discipline, I tend to go directly for my orgasms, but for some reason I was determined to hold back this time. There was lots of edging, part of me just wanted to give in, and after a while I said no, I can´t do this any longer or I won´t be able to stop, so I just enviously watched as S got himself over the top. Me keeping this tension would most likely have some impact on how things would turn out later in the evening, but I had no idea about that now. I had been preparing since my last pee after dinner, drinking plenty of water. I started to feel it when we slowly put our shirts and pants on, and S with a very satisfied look in his eyes picked out the perfect tie for me for tonight, and watched me try to make an acceptable four in hand-knot. I think I did alright, but S just shook his head and said I needed to practice more. A nerdy fetishist is not easy to please. I love him. We watched ourselves in the mirror, we looked fantastic together. Now we were ready to go out. Almost all the bars with outdoor terraces were centred on the same street in this city, and we went to a casual place near the hotel, ordered a couple of beers and found chairs that were´nt too wet from the rain that fell earlier. We had a nice time, enjoying the evening and our excitement. I knew my desperation would start growing faster from now on, and that I was not allowed a bathroom break. But honestly, any experienced bdsm-person would just laugh at our attempts of a sub-dom-play. I really suck at being a sub in this context since I tend to be like “You´re saying I can´t go to the bathroom? Oh, that´s just great, I didn´t want to anyway! When are you gonna tell me to have another drink?” And S isn´t the most dominant either, afraid of pushing me too far. But the only important thing is, we make it work for us, and enjoy it. I must give him, he was rather resolute when the waitress came to ask if we wanted anything more. Without even looking at me he said “She´ll have a glass of water”. Sitting there we realised we didn´t really have a safe way out of this place, as it was in the central part of the city, a busy area with a lot of people walking around. I was still in good control, but we needed to prepare some secluded escape before it became too bad, so we decided to leave this bar and go for a walk. There was a big church overlooking the city, so we went there, and found a big park area, and we saw another green area with a small lake on the other side of the road. We strolled around in the park and took some ghosty misty pictures that didn´t turn out so good because it started to get dark. We also stopped and kissed, and S checked if I was still dry when he got the chance. I was, but my bladder was filling. After walking around for a while S said we´d go for another drink at the bar closest to this park. On our way there my need to pee was getting serious. How much more time did I have? Would I really last another bar visit? I was worrying just a little bit. Even if it was an outside bar I didn´t want to have an accident there. But I also knew I usually underestimate my capacity. I could manage. But I made sure we did pay for the drinks in advance, so that we could leave the place fast if needed. Now the real fun part began. I noticed as soon as I sat down I could not sit still. My bladder was just constantly reminding me of it´s existence. “I think I´m getting better at reading you now”, S said. “You look really, really happy!”. “Happy” isn´t I guess the most common description of a person very desperate to pee, but probably true for me. There had been no alcohol in our drinks, but I felt drunk and giggly anyway as I squirmed and moved around in my chair, while S watched me with a very amused and slightly sadistic face. With a bladder this swollen it was hard to find a comfortable way of sitting. “What´s wrong? You don´t look that relaxed “ S smiled. “Me? I´m perfectly fine!” I said, leaned back and tried to look chill, but there was no way I could even relax for a second if I wanted to stay dry, so this show didn´t last long. Soon I was all squirmy again with that shiny nervous smile back on my face. “Now I´m laughing at you, not with you! “ S said, and I could understand. With all this people around, we already had some of them looking at us with the way we dressed, so I tried not to draw even more attention by making my need obvious. I didn´t cross legs or hold myself, I was just constantly shifting weight and moving my legs, but I must have appeared very restless. I drank my tonic water much faster than S drank his beer. I think he slowed it down on purpose, but he was kind enough to offer me to help him empty his glass. I did. It would do no harm, I knew I´d pee myself anyway long before those gulps of beer would be hitting my bladder, and now I really felt like moving on. “How long do you have left” S asked. “Not so long”. “Ok then, let´s go for a walk” You never really know what the gravity will do to your desperation when you stand up after being seated for a while. I realised when we started walking that I was much fuller and heavier than before sitting down, and now my bladder was hurting a little bit. I made sure not to walk fast, but was still surprised I didn´t leak a single drop yet, I was just breathing heavily. We reached the park area. S was again checking my dryness with his hand in my gusset when nobody was in sight. He asked me how I felt. “It´s tough… and sooo good” All night I had been excited and turned on. But now I started to really feel it. My bladder had started to push just the right erotic buttons from within, and it felt wonderful and frustrating at the same time. We started walking down towards the city lake, crossed the big road and walked down some stairs. I expected to leak but didn´t, not even when I stumbled. I could feel a remarkable hotness down there though, but it wasn´t pee, not yet. I was impressed. My muscles must be in good shape these days. “I just need to be somewhere alone with you now” I said. The hold had lost it´s importance. I was on the verge of wetting myself and that was what turned me on, but now my need for stimulance was way bigger than my need to pee. We passed an empty restaurant and kept walking on the bicycle/walking path on the left side of the lake. We stopped there, pushing ourselves close against each other. I could feel his hardness, and it made my urge to be touched even stronger. When nobody was around, he sneaked his hand down between my legs. Holding had lost it´s importance, it just felt so fantastic being in this condition, fight with it and against it. I felt the familiar feeling of a growing warmth when I couldn´t resist the pressure and had my first leak. “Now you´ve wet yourself” he said. “Just a little” “No, that wasn´t a little” My pants were wet in the crotch. That made me hunger even more. I started rubbing myself on the outside of my pants, I clenched and relaxed myself into a semi-orgasm and sacrificed another little leak in the waves of it, while I was shaking and moaning. I was now completely losing it, and then I don´t mean losing my pee. In fact the only thing I still had at least some control over was my bladder, the rest of me was clearly insane. I was getting close to a real climax, rubbing myself, leaning against S, when he said “Ehm, it´s pretty obvious what you´re doing now”. We were still in good view of anyone who could appear any second on the tracks, and they also did, every other minute. S had a hard time telling me to stop and be quiet when that happened. We needed to move. S spotted a dark place between some trees a little further away, and led me there. We were well hidden in the shadows. From a distance nobody would be able to even see us there, but we were still just a few meters from the path, and had to keep watch. That means, S had to. I was still completely out of it, didn´t care for anything else than this intensity going on. Thinking back at this I blush a little. I´ve had intense holds before, at home, but being in public like this and unable to contain myself was something new, it was almost a little scary but also very hot. My memory is a little bit blurry, I was probably lost in myself, and not much aware of how S was doing, but was nicely surprised when he suddenly told me to look, pointing down at his hard dick sticking out of his fly. It spasmed and cum exploded out in squirts onto the ground. He just couldn´t hold it back, he said, it was either that or in his pants. That sight didn´t exactly cool me down… Now after several semi orgasms and more wetness, the urge for just letting go and wet myself was getting bigger. At next leak I felt how awesome it would be to just let it keep flowing, but using all my will power I could still stop it. “Are we gonna try to save the shoes?” I said. S had a look around, and saw the big stone in the shadows of the tree right behind us. Leaning against it could work. My body was longing so much for letting go. I leaked heavily as I sat down, but managed to stop, as people were just about to pass by. The path was so close, so even if they wouldn´t see what we were doing in the shadows behind that tree, they would hear the sound of my pouring pee if I´d let go. I needed to wait just a little more. When S told me the coast was clear, I took out the cards from my pockets, and allowed my bladder to relax. The wetting was incredible and like a long orgasm in itself. I peed in full force right through my pants with my legs spread, felt my butt get all warm, and saw the wide river forming between my legs. It came so fast I couldn´t avoid some trickles following my pants all the way out of my legholes and into my shoes, but I didn´t care much about it, this just felt so good. All shaky I got up on my feet, and felt the wetness cling to my legs. The very physical arousal from holding a bladder full to it´s limit was now replaced by the more psychological naughty feeling of knowing I had just wet myself completely, emptied a very full bladder in my suit pants. “Unfortunately our only option for walking back is to take the street passing by all those bars, and no bullshit, it´s obvious, they will all see you wet your pants“ S said. I didn´t really believe him, I knew he was just teasing me the way I wanted him to, but I liked to hear him say it. We walked back towards the main street, that was still busy. It was funny to pass by the bar where I so recently sat squirming around, now coming back calm and relaxed, but with wet pants. My wetness had soaked in, and you´d really have to know what to look for to get the full picture, so I´m almost certain I got away with it. But most important was, S knew. We were sharing this moment . Not only did he know I´d wet myself, he also knew how much I´d loved it, and how the minutes before I had been so powerfully aroused I lost control of myself in a way I think I´ve never experienced before. Back at the hotel room my bladder had filled up again, so I took off my shoes and suit jacket and stepped into the shower. Once again I just relaxed, felt the warm pee reheat the cold wet patches down my legs and feet, I saw the growing puddle on the bathroom floor, and the rivers making their way down the drain as I finished peeing. Now we were in privacy and could finally fully give in to all the built-up tension. Still standing in my soaking wet clothes, I was given my long awaited climax, and almost collapsed on the floor.
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  5. Because of all the trial by media, usually of athletes, celebrities, or young, attractive, white females, and the media coverage of frivolous, multi-million dollar lawsuits, the whole world knows our legal system is sexist, racist, lazy, and completely f'd up. Sometimes they get it right, but other times, we can only wonder what they hell the judge or jury was thinking, or if the prosecution even cared to put up more than a half-assed case. And, sometimes the laws already in place are stupid to begin with, and the judge has no choice but to rule according to them. Aside from stuff heavily covered in the media, what are some outrageous cases you've heard of? Here are a few I've heard of: -My former boss' nephew was shot to death; he was not the intended target, though the guy shooting was intending to kill someone. The guy only got three years in prison, with credit for time served. -A friend with a taste for losers was screwing around with a guy who was in jail more often than not for failing to pay child support for one child. How can the court expect a guy to find a job when he's incarcerated? -At a seminar I attended while I was in the banking industry, I learned of a woman getting sixteen years in prison for bad checks. -A friend of my brother's was jumping on a backyard trampoline with a group of other 13 and 14 year olds and fell on a girl. Her parents attempted to have him criminally prosecuted for sexual assault, and also tried to sue his family for the girl's "emotional trauma and mental distress". And, my personal ones: -My first ex-husband beat our son the first time I left him alone with the baby, for less than an hour, and nearly killed him. He got three years in prison, and I spent the next four or five months leaping through family court's hoops to get my CFS case closed and my parental rights reinstated. I found out later that the max he could have gotten was five years, as they felt they could not prove attempted murder. He also would have faced more severe charges if it had been my other son, the one that was not his, that he'd beaten. He went on to repeat the crime on another baby he had with a woman ten years later, and was charged on two counts of the same, since the abuse had happened on separate days. The DA pointed out the nearly identical pattern of injuries to those he'd inflicted upon my son ten years prior. But due to the restrictions in place by law, again, just three years on each count, the only justice the judge could grant was that he serve them consecutively rather than concurrently. I honestly believe that if the DA had tried, he could have proven attempted murder in the second case, and I believe that it was. I believe it was with my son, too, and always have. You may be able to say you lost your temper with a crying baby at the age of 18 and get away with it, but not at 28, and not after doing it once (possibly more, as he did remarry and have a kids with a second woman) before. Now that he's out again, I worry that it's going to happen again, and this time, he may succeed. I feel bad enough not trying to prevent it from happening, but I don't know how to go about it without seeming like a weirdo. -When I was a homeowner, someone called the city on me because my garage was an eyesore. An inspector came out and gave me a list of everything on my property that had to be fixed. The list on the garage was so huge it may have well said "tear it down". I did not disagree with the fact the garage was kind of crappy, it hadn't changed from the time I'd bought the property in 2005, whereas I'd made improvements to the house. I'd always planned on dealing with the garage when I had the money to, but I didn't have the money yet, not even to do the teardown. I explained it, but they just kept on sending out inspectors every month, and adding $350 a month to my tax bill. Then, they took me to court and fined me $1000, which I had to pay to avoid going to jail. After that, there was a grace period for me to complete the work, but I was still broke, so the cycle began all over again. Without having to pay that fine, I could have paid to rent a dumpster, get the necessary permits, and enlisted friends and family to help me rip the garage down.
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