Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2017 18:27:26 -0400
From: Jim <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: Change of Heart chapter eleven

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Chapter eleven

As the phone screen faded, Jeff turned to face the big Russian, "Ilya, what
about Tom's place, has he showed up yet?"

"No sir. We found apparel, toiletries and personal effects, indicative of a
single gay male. No disarray or detritus suggesting he left in a hurry. We
surmise he is still in the local area."

Jeff's face got a blank look as though he was deep in thought. Smiling he
slapped his palm against the tabletop and grabbed up his phone. Scrolling
through his contacts he placed a call to Daniel Lovan.

"Hey Jeff, surprised to hear from you so soon. What's up?"

"Danny, I need a favor. Before you answer, let me tell you, we found out
who set the fire. It was one of our ranch hands, Josh Morgan. Turns out his
fingerprints match those of a burglar up in Idaho. Apparently, he tried to
kill a homeowner when he was caught in the act. He's been working here at
the ranch for almost a year. Right now we don't know where he is. We have
his place under surveillance in case he shows up there. The favor I need is
to get the police also looking for his ass. Can you help us out? We got
fingerprints, a photograph and the fact that a couple of law enforcement
agencies in Idaho are looking for him for burglary and attempted homicide."

"I should ask a lot of questions about the legal issues about how you
acquired your information, but you're the lawyer, so let me
think. Hmmm...."  A short, silent pause, then, "If you were to have run a
background check on a current employee, submitted his fingerprints and then
got a match from some jurisdictions in Idaho. Then you called me and if I
just happen to have run those prints from the gas can and got the same
hit. I would of course follow my training and contact those interested
jurisdictions in Idaho. I am certain they would express more than a passing
interest in Josh Morgan. I would of course issue a bolo and afterwards I
would present the evidence to the Sheriff. I am certain he would reopen the
arson investigation and ask the DA to seek a warrant then every law
enforcement agency in the whole Republic of Texas would be searching for
Mr. Morgan. So can you get me copies of the prints and the photos? Also, I
need the gas can back, since it's supposedly been in the trunk of my
cruiser since the fire."

"Hold on a moment." Speaking to the group he said, "I need the prints and a
decent mugshot all tied up so it looks like we stumbled upon the fact that
our employee, Josh Morgan, is wanted for burglary in Idaho. How long before
we can hand a believable package over to Deputy Lovan?"

All eyes turned to Tink. With a shrug and a smile, "We can have this to any
police force in U.S. of A. in ten minutes. We can notify police in Idaho
same time we notify Deputy. Looks like we just learn about criminal
employee and doing civic duty. Dah?"

"Make it so. Mr. Tink."

"Aye, Aye, Captain!"

Raymond smirked, Paul rolled his eyes and Ilya looked unimpressed.

"Tink, make sure we get a good facial shot of Morgan to every security team
member."

"Already done, Captain!"

This time even Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Alright guys is there anything more we need to take care of tonight? I
feel like i've been running for days on adrenaline and caffeine. Accepting
their lack of response as agreement, he continued, "Then let's call it a
night. We may have the police looking for this joker, but, if we find him
first, make sure our guys understand I... we, Paul and I, want to see this
guy before any cops are notified. Is that clear?" The others made it clear
they understood and had nothing more to add.

Those that were departing took their leave. Those that were now staying at
the house set up the watch rotation so an armed guard was awake and alert
throughout the night.

Jeff and Paul quietly checked on their Princess and replaced the covers she
had kicked off. Silently they made their way to Jeff's old room, undressed
and headed into the shower. Through unspoken agreement they refused to
discuss the day's events any further. In the shower, there were many casual
touches, caresses and a few light kisses, mostly to let each other know,
"I'm here". Hard ons were mutually ignored.

Paul joined Jeff in the bed, after making sure the door was locked. Jeff
got out of bed and retrieved a pair of boxers for each of them. "Understand
these are for modesty in case our Princess knocks on the door tonight. As
to underwear in general; If it's jeans we're commando, if it's in front of
our little lady or Rosarita it tees and boxers minimum, if you just want to
get me hot, it's those sexy briefs we got at Walmart or just plain nekkid."

"Nekkid is good. Now cowboy, come show me just how good being nekked with
you can be." And Jeff did just that.

The next morning Jeff woke with Paul wrapped in his arms, a smile on his
face and hard on that could cut glass. Inhaling deeply he wondered if his
body wash made him smell as good as his lover. As his memory replayed their
lovemaking from the night before his cock throbbed against Paul's ass.

A twinge in his groin dulled his amorous thoughts and shifted pissing to be
a more urgent priority. Carefully, trying not to awaken Paul, he gently
removed himself from their lover's embrace. Just as he had taken the second
step toward the ensuite, he stumbled in surprise at Paul's sudden
utterance, "Wait for me, if I hold it any longer, I just might explode!"
Recovering from his almost pratfall, Jeff watched as his lover's hard on
led him to his side, "You scared the shit out of me! Were you lying there
watching me sleep? That's a little bit creepy, you know."

Paul met his man with a smack on the lips, "Of course I wasn't watching you
sleep. I had my back to you. I was just... uh, enjoying your company,
wondering if you were going to pound me into the mattress again like you
did last night."

"Did I hurt you? You said you were ok. Are you sore, babe?"

Paul was touched to see the concern on his face. He gently caressed Jeff's
cheek, "Listen, all I feel this morning is a pleasant reminder. It was good
for both of us. You fell asleep right away and I was right behind
you. After all that's happened, I didn't really expect to sleep at all. So,
thank you for that."

With that last remark Paul extended his arm so he could get a step ahead of
Jeff to the bathroom. Some good natured pushing, pulling and shoving found
them side by side at the commode. With a glint in his eye, Jeff ordered,
"Wait! Don't move! And don't pee!"

Paul froze in his efforts to bend his steel rod in the proper direction. He
watched as Jeff walked away to turn on the shower.

"Have you ever peed in the shower?"

"Of course I have. I'm sure every man has. If nothing else it's easier
first thing in the morning and pretty damn convenient. Why, are you going
to piss in the there?"

"No. We are going to piss in there." Verifying the water temperature was
acceptable he led Paul into the shower. Taking his lover into his arms,
Jeff looked into his eyes and said, "I figure you been pissed on by horses,
cows, pigs and sheep. Not mention a whole zoo's worth of other animals. I
figure one more isn't going to ruffle your feathers."

Paul felt the concentrated warmth on his abdomen and groin. At first he
wasn't sure how he felt about being pissed on. The warm feeling was not
unpleasant. If he felt anything he felt naughty. Like when he was a little
boy, peeing outside when there was a perfectly good toilet just inside the
house. He relaxed and let his own stream join Jeff's. When their eyes met
he couldn't help but giggle. Stepping back he increased the pressure and
proceeded to matt Jeff's chest hair. Then it became a contest to see which
one could wet the other the most. Paul, feeling absolutely wicked bent his
head and snatched a mouthful of Jeff's piss and spat it onto his own chest
and rubbed it in. Jeff, not to be outdone, took a mouthful of Paul's piss
and made it spurt onto Paul's lips. Then pulled him into an open mouth
kiss. Stepping back his face held a smug, "Top That!" kind of grin.

As the streams diminished Jeff pulled Paul into his arms. He began to
stroke both their, still pissing, cocks as their lips again joined in a
kiss. A kiss that was soon robbing them of breath and yet seemed imperative
to life. When Paul began twisting Jeff's nipples he swore he could taste
the man's guttural moans. Soon those moans tried to shift into words to
signal Jeff's impending orgasm. Once again Paul felt a concentrated
warmth. This warmth was enough to trigger his own rush of ecstasy. They
stepped humping Jeff's fist, broke the kiss and rested their heads on each
other's shoulders.

By the time they recovered, most of the forensic evidence had been washed
away. Jeff was the first to speak, "Well, I don't know about you but that
was the most satisfying morning piss... ever."

"I have seen that on videos, but never thought I would ever really piss on
somebody. I have tasted my own, but never anyone else's. At first it felt
naughty, and then nasty, then hot. I don't see it becoming a matter of
routine, but it definitely could spice things up a bit, from time to time."
Jeff nodded his agreement and the two began to soap each other's bodies.

After checking and finding Maria's room empty, they headed for the
kitchen. There they found Maria at the table charming Sam and
Dave. Rosarita brought mugs for them and poured coffee as they all
exchanged small talk. Everyone seemed to avoid any talk that might be
unsuitable in front of Maria. Before long Rosarita set plates before
everyone. Paul was more than pleased to see a double order of his favorite,
eggs benedict.

Jeff insisted she join them, but Rosarita made it clear she was waiting to
have breakfast with Fred. He was out checking the grounds. Thankfully,
Maria was too absorbed in her conversation with the `soul men' to notice
the exchange.

Paul decided he needed to visit some of the ranches he served to let them
know he was joining the Veterinarian Care Clinic. Of course he could do it
with a phone call. He just felt it was more professional to do it in
person. There would be follow up letters as well as an ad in the local
paper. But, a personal visit, especially to his bigger customers, was
something he felt he should do. Jeff insisted he go along just to be safe.

"I think your presence would be difficult to explain. I don't want to hide
our relationship, in fact I want to celebrate it. I just think it would be
better handled alone."

"You heard what Ilya said, we don't go anywhere alone. If you can't take me
with you then think of some reasonable excuse for having Sam or Dave
driving you around. You are definitely not going anywhere alone."

"Okay! I get it. I can pass one of them off as a new assistant. I just hope
we don't have to treat an animal where I might need some actual help. Can
one of you guys dress down in old jeans and boots. Nobody will buy y'all
being a vets assistant dressed in business casual." It was decided that
Dave, having grown up on a Wyoming ranch, would go with Paul.

While waiting for Dave to change clothes there was a knock at the
door. Aunt Mellie had arrived to pick up Maria. Paul charged Maria with
being good for her Aunt Mellie and not to be asking for things she didn't
need. With a tight hug, a sloppy kiss and an, "I love you so much!" Maria
turned to Jeff. Jeff was more than pleased to receive that same goodbye.

After dressing appropriately Dave came back into the kitchen. Paul insisted
they take his Explorer since it had any equipment he might need. Dave
insisted on driving which bothered Paul, only a little. He then turned to
Jeff, "I'll only be gone for a few hours but it feels like it will be a
lifetime till I see you again."

"If you are where you can, maybe we can grab lunch at the diner. We can cut
the time in half. Keep me posted. Ok?" Jeff then pulled him into a
scorching kiss. As he patted the wallet holster on Paul's ass, he said,
stay safe, for us."

As Paul and Dave headed out, Jeff turned to Sam and grimly asked, "Ok, what
do we know about this fuckwads whereabouts?"

Sam explained that Morgan had not come home last night. Around-the-clock
surveillance was being maintained. The police had issued a bolo for his
pickup, an older model grey Ford, Ranger. The suspect was believed to be
armed and dangerous. Jeff asked about that last part, thinking Danny might
be trying to make Morgan look like some kind of badass. Sam told him a more
intensive search of Morgan's room had revealed a hidden empty holster, a
spare magazine and a partial box of 9mm ammunition. Jeff acknowledged the
logical conclusion was that wherever he was, the bastard was armed and
dangerous.

Paul's Explorer had been gone less than five minutes when there was a knock
at the door. Sam opened it and let Seth Hines step inside. Jeff stepped out
of his office to see who would be knocking this early. Seth Hines greeted
him with, "Good morning Mr. Adams, was just asking Sam here about the
strange truck parked behind Doc Wilson's barn. I wondered if it had
anything to do with the fire. I know it's not his and it wasn't there
yesterday."

Jeff felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end at the thought of
Morgan hiding out in Paul's barn waiting to waylay him. Once Seth's
description confirmed Morgan's truck was behind the barn. Jeff drew his
sidearm and ignoring Seth's gaping mouth and bug eyed stare, directed Sam,
"Let's go!"

"Wait we can have more guns here in five minutes. Let's think about
this. If he is waiting for Paul, he'll still be there. If he's there and we
surround him, he won't escape."

As eager as Jeff was to nail the bastard, he could see the logic in Sam's
plan. Nodding his agreement he re holstered his weapon and watched as Sam
stepped away to make the phone call that would bring in the
calvary. Hopefully this would be the end of having to constantly look over
their shoulders.

Jeff found himself pacing to relieve the tension. He thought of calling
Paul with the news, but realized Paul would insist on coming back to
help. No, he couldn't bear the thought of Paul in more immediate
danger. Better he handle this with Ilya's men while Paul made his rounds
unaware, but in safety.

Jeff insisted that Seth go to the kitchen and have some breakfast with
Rosarita and Fred. As soon as Seth explained to Rosarita and Fred why he
was there, Fred rushed to join Jeff and Sam. While they waited for
reinforcements, they collectively decided that Morgan must have spent the
night in the barn. They figured he must have arrived while Jeff, Paul and
Rosarita were away.

The few minutes he waited seemed like an eternity. Two Suburbans finally
parked in his front drive and disgorged a slew of heavily armed men. It
looked to Jeff as though they had enough firepower to take on a small
army... hell he was looking at a small army. Ilya was the first one onto
the porch.

Jeff asked, "Where is Uncle Raymond?"

"Raymond is not soldat... soldier and neither are you. That is why he is
there with your Uncle Joe and that is why you will wait here while me and
my soldaty will take barn." Turning to Tink, Ilya spook in rapid fire
Russian. Jeff also looked at the younger Russian who was standing on his
porch wearing a backpack and holding a very compact, but deadly looking
submachine gun. Whatever the big Russian said it did not please the younger
man. Tink's response was to snap to attention and offer what Jeff assumed
was the Russian equivalent of, "Sir! Yes Sir!".

Ilya quietly barked out orders through his earpiece for his "soldaty" to
load up into the vehicles. Jeff realized that while some of Ilya's
"soldiers" may be Russian, the majority were American. It seemed all of
them understood at least some Russian. Jeff and Tink watched as the
Suburbans headed down the road toward the barn beyond where Paul's house
had stood.

Tink encouraged Jeff to step back into the house where he promised to relay
anything he heard through his earpiece. Tink removed his backpack and took
a seat at the conference table in Jeff's office.  Jeff resumed pacing still
debating as to when he should call Paul?

Suddenly a sound like the screech of a hawk echoed around the room. Ilya
pulled out his phone and with a look of disbelief said, "Your Paul is in
trouble. His necklace monitor has been activated." Tink quickly opened an
app on his laptop. Jeff was looking at a satellite image of the ranch as a
flashing red dot could be seen moving away from the ranch, along the farm
to market road.

"The bastard must have been inside the Explorer." Grabbing his keys and a
jacket he shouted to Tink, "Let's Go!" Tink quickly followed with his
laptop and submachine gun. He was still closing his door when Jeff slammed
the Tahoe into reverse and backed out of the drive. Flooring the
accelerator Jeff thought Tink was yelling at him for going so fast. Before
he could think of an appropriate "fuck you" response, he realized that the
man was yelling in Russian into the earpiece. There was some kind of
disjointed discussion going on through the earpiece. Finally Tink says,
"Ilya says you are to pull over and let his soldaty, his soldiers, take
care of this situation. You are amateur."

"Can he hear me?"

"Since you are shouting, yes he can hear you very good."

Jeff reached over, put his hand around Tink's neck and pulled him close. He
leaned over so he was mere inches away from Tink's earpiece and shouted,
"Remember who you work for and FUCK YOU, Ilya!"

Tink's face screwed up in pain and he jerked out of Jeff's grasp. "I think
he could have heard you without the earpiece. Turn right at the highway."

By the time they reached the highway, Jeff could see the Suburbans gaining
on them. He wasn't sure if that was comforting or irritating. "How far away
are they?"

Tink still watching the laptop, pulled out his phone to check "They are by
road 3 kilometers, less than 2 miles away. They just turned onto a road
that does not show on phone app, but I can see on satellite view. They seem
to be heading to a farm house.

Paul and Dave had just driven away from the ranch house when Josh Morgan
popped out from under a blanket lying on the backseat floorboard. He
quickly nested his pistol at the base of Paul's skull. "Hello faggot. You
don't take a hint very well, now do you. I really think it's better this
way. If you had just left town Tom might have gone after you. With what I
have in mind for you and your boyfriend here there'll be no doubt in his
mind about how you felt about him. Besides, I'll be there to comfort him."

"I don't know what you have planned, mister, but Dave here is not my
boyfriend. He is my new assistant. Why don't you let him out at the road?
By the time he can get back to the ranch house we would already be long
gone."

"Sorry Dave, you picked a shitty bossman. Too bad, too bad but you fit into
new my plans very nicely. Good news is you get to fuck your new boss. Bad
news is, it's your last piece of ass. Morgan laughed at his own joke.

Dave spoke for the first time. In a quavering voice he pleaded, "B, b, but
I'm not gay. I,I, I don't even like guys. Everybody knows I am not a
queer!" To emphasize his distress Dave let the vehicle slow down.

"I didn't say stop. Keep driving. Turn right onto the highway.

"Yeah, I can make Tom forget all about you soon enough. He doesn't know it
yet but I got a tidy little nest egg stashed away. Took a year of living
with a disgusting old queen before I could get access to his accounts. Then
I made it look like an accident. He had it coming. Even now I want to
shower thinking about what I had to do with him. But now I got Tom. I had
it all planned out. Even had another sucker all set up. He was a
veterinarian too. Figured I could hit him up for a big contribution to our
retirement fund. Then the motherfucker got into some kind of trouble and
had to leave town, fast. Just when I was about to spring the trap.

"Then Tom up and tells me he thinks he has feelings for your sorry, faggoty
ass. Even tells me I have to move out. After all the wedding and honeymoon
plans I made. When he gets back he'll find out you're no longer an
option. Then when I let him know I got enough stashed away to buy my own
place where he can raise and train his own horses, I figure that'll seal
the deal." This was followed by a maniacal laugh.

"You must be high. You really think Tom will fall for all that bullshit?"

"I may have used a little something to get me through the night.  It was as
cold as a well digger's ass in here last night. That reminds me, turn up
the heat.

"Lucky for you faggot, I found a couple of empty water bottles or your
backseat would be floating in piss. I used a little last night, but I can
take it or leave it. I'm getting kinda hungry too. Last time I ate was
lunch yesterday. Couldn't hardly eat for that bitch that owns the place
staring daggers at me. You'd a thought I broke into her place and robbed
it. I should've stuck with one of them fast food places. Hey boyfriend step
on it, you gonna turn right again about a mile and a half up ahead."

When Paul first felt the gun against his head he thought he was a dead
man. As time passed and Morgan hadn't simply pulled the trigger, he began
to hope. He knew he didn't stand a chance of reaching either of his guns
before Morgan could blow his brains out. He could however use his necklace
to alert Ilya and his crew. At least they would know he had been taken
under duress. Slowly, trying not to alert Morgan, Paul eased his hand up
and applied what he hoped was enough pressure to activate the
signal. Suddenly the screeching of a hawk filled the vehicle.

Morgan jumped at the impossibly loud noise, "What the fuck was that?"

Dave immediately responded with, "That was my phone my brothers ringtone we
call him Hawkeyes so the screech of a hawk sounds whenever he calls. I can
silence it."

"Yeah, do that just remember, one quick move and your boyfriend gets
another hole in his head. We don't want that to happen... too soon."

Dave slowly removed his phone from his jacket pocket and laid it face down
in the center console.

By this time Paul was convinced Morgan was high on something. He couldn't
look but he could tell by the way the gun barrel tapped an uneven rhythm
against his skull and the way the man kept up a near constant rant, he was
definitely high.

He wondered if this morning goodbye was the last time he would feel his
lover's lips. Silently he choked back a sob. He would not give this bastard
the satisfaction of knowing how fearful he was. Paul was surprised that it
wasn't so much dying as it was the fear of never again holding his baby
girl or Jeff in his arms again. Somehow that thought gave him the resolve
to get through this alive. More to the point, he swore, Morgan would not
live out the day!

Paul wasn't sure where they were going when they turned down a dirt
road. He could see an old house with a dilapidated front porch in the
distance.

"I wonder if people will be surprised when they learn you were killed by
your lover in an act of murder/suicide. It'll sure make it easier for Tom
to forget about you. He thinks you're pretty much inexperienced. At least
that's what he said. Of course he may change his mind once he hears you two
were found naked and you with cum leaking out of your asshole." Morgan
snickered at the image in his mind.

Paul reasoned his best chance would be when they were getting out of the
Explorer. As far as he could tell Morgan had no idea that both he and Dave
were armed. Morgan directed Dave to park in front of the house. "Me and the
other vet come here a few times. Guess this belonged to his wife's
family. Comes complete with a mattress. Of course the sheets aren't all
that clean, but nobody will notice for all the blood." Morgan again laughed
at the thought.

Paul was beginning to really hate that laugh almost as much as he hated the
laugher.

Putting the selector in park, Dave rested both hands on the steering wheel
and waited."Turn the motor off and hand me the keys. You two won't be going
anywhere else in this thing."

Paul was rehearsing his moves for when he made his exit. A smooth steady
draw with his finger on the trigger. "Just don't squeeze the trigger before
it's pointed at the bastard!" He reminded himself.

Maybe it was overconfidence. Maybe it was blatant stupidity. Or just dumb
luck. Jeff would never know. Whatever it was had Morgan exit the vehicle
first and move toward the front bumper. He held his gun high as he directed
them both to get out slowly. Paul saw his chance. Keeping his eyes on
Morgan he drew his revolver. Taking a half step back to close the door he
brought his gun up at the same instance he slammed the door shut. Even as
he squeezed his trigger he watched Morgan's face, for the first and last
time, as it was knocked back at an impossible angle. He would recall it was
like a slow motion scene in an action flick as the back of Morgan's head
disappeared in a red haze. He could never be sure, but he figured Dave had
fired first with the instantaneously deadly, head shot. Paul figured his
own just as deadly chest shot, would have stopped the bastard just as
well. He thought the last thing Morgan saw was Dave's gun barrel. His body
was facing Paul, but apparently he was looking at Dave. Paul could only
hope the son of a bitch knew it was coming.

Paul cautiously approached the body. Once he was convinced there would be
no return fire, his eyes met Dave's. "You alright?"

Dave grinned, "I should be asking you that. Are you ok?"

Paul nodded, Dave answered with a single nod. He then took several steps
away and proceeded to regurgitate his breakfast. Paul shrugged, thinking he
didn't feel the least bit queasy. Just some strange ambivalent sensation he
attributed to the ebb of adrenaline. He had seen a lot more disturbing
scenes in his work. He tried to conjure up some guilt, sympathy or any kind
of humane regard for the man on the ground. All he felt was a very real
sense of relief that his loved ones were safe. He moved to the back of the
Explorer and retrieved two bottles of water. Handing one to Dave he asked,
"You do realize he intended to kill you and me both, don't you?"

Dave rinsed his mouth and said, "This wasn't my first time. I've had three
tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. I think it was the fact that breakfast was
not long ago and it was plenty gory. Don't worry, I'll be ready for lunch
soon.

"I was damn well impressed with how you handled yourself through all of
this. When I saw that gun at the back of your head, I damn near shit
myself. But, you, you were as cool as ice. Damn! I've seen a lot of highly
trained, brave men loose their shit in tough situations. I'd choose you
over most any of them."

They turned together at the sound of the Tahoe and two Suburbans charging
up the dirt road. "Here comes the calvary!"

Paul and Dave were embraced with heartfelt enthusiasm by Jeff and Sam
respectively. No one seemed to even notice the passionate kisses.

Ilya had his men search the house and grounds for anything that might
require their further attention. In the meantime he asked what Jeff wanted
to happen to the body. He assured them that his men were totally loyal and
could dispose of the remains and the pickup so that no one would know
anything questionable ever happened over the last few days. The fire was
already attributed to faulty wiring. Cowboys come and go with little or no
notice. Tom was already expecting Morgan to have left. The police would
think he had left the area knowing they were hot on his tail. It was up to
Jeff. Ilya made it clear, cleaning up messy scenes was a specialty of his.

Jeff led Paul to the back of the Tahoe to discuss their options. Jeff felt
the decision rested mainly in Paul's hands. He was the one who would face
all the questions and have to deal with the publicity. It was he who would
be outed in a most public manner. Once they reached their decision Jeff
called his Uncle Raymond who happened to be in his Uncle Joe's office. Upon
hearing their hearing the details of what happened Raymond directed them to
say nothing to anyone else, until they arrived.


Authors Notes:

There are a couple of ways to go with this story. Either Ilya cleans up the
mess or the Sheriff is called in. I would like some feedback to help me
decide on a course of action. Of course a lack of response could leave the
story as it is.  Please let me know what you think.  Sojourn1950@yahoo.com

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