Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2008 21:45:14 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Phalen - Finding Happiness - chapter 29 - Gay College Section

Phalen - Finding Happiness

Chapter 29

by Roy Reinikainen


Jeff's eyes fluttered open to a bedroom glowing a warm yellow in the early
morning light.  In fact, it was warm; Phalen was nestled at his side, and
he was content.  The previous night's lovemaking had set him free, and he
wasn't sure whether to shout . . . or weep . . . for joy.  'There are no
more ghosts,' he thought to himself, shifting beneath the weight of
Phalen's arm laying across his chest.  'I am free for the first time since
I was seven years old.'

Phalen changed position, allowing Jeff to prop himself up on one elbow to
study his brother and Larry, Phalen's father, where they lay in one
another's arms, only a few feet away.  Larry lay on his back with Greg
nestled close, lying on his stomach.

'They are one of the reasons I was able to do it,' Jeff thought.  'They had
faith in me.'  He grinned.  'They held my . . . hand, and, along with
Phalen, gave me strength.'  He glanced at Phalen with a tender smile.
'Without these guys, I would still be cowering in the darkness filled with
nightmares and evil laughing.  I'd still be afraid of being touched.'  He
hesitated, realizing how far he'd come since meeting Phalen and his father.
'I wouldn't know what it is like to love . . . and to be loved.'  He
swallowed around a lump in his throat, closing his eyes in an attempt to
banish the fear and anguish of his past.

He leaned close and gave the tip of Phalen's nose the barest hint of a
kiss.  As always, Phalen, even in his sleep, made a face, which caused Jeff
to grin.  "I love you," he whispered to the sleeping man.

He slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching and
luxuriating in his newfound sense of freedom.  'Damn, I feel good,' he
thought, before making a slight face as he crossed the bedroom, heading for
the pool, and his morning swim.  'I'm sure I'll become accustomed to
walking funny.  Though,' he continued, as he opened the doors to the back
yard deck, 'given enough *practice*, this feeling of being stretched might
start to feel normal.'  He laughed aloud.

"I intend to practice often."

The long lap pool stretched before him, wisps of vapor rising from the warm
water into the cool morning air.  Around him, birdsong seemed to echo his
happiness.  Before diving into the water, he smiled and inhaled deeply of
the fragrance of orange blossoms, which hung on the still morning air.

An hour later, he had finished his morning workout and had showered, while
the others slept.  He began rummaging about in the kitchen, confident that
the smell of coffee brewing would awaken his brother.  Greg was never one
to sleep through a promised cup of coffee, nor the promise of a good meal.
While the coffee brewed, Jeff leaned on the kitchen island countertop and
flipped through the morning newspaper.

"Hyvaa huomenta," Greg murmured, wiping his eyes and yawning, as he walked
into the room, naked.

"Good morning to you, too," Jeff responded.  "I figured the smell of coffee
would get you out of bed."

Greg grinned, as he gave his brother a kiss on the cheek; then turned to
pour himself a cup of coffee.  After the first sip he smiled and held the
coffee out, as if in toast.  "I'm glad that you're responsible for this,
and not Phalen."  Greg grimaced and shook his head.  "That man could ruin
boiling water."  He leaned on the counter at Jeff's side.  "How many times
has he set off the smoke alarms?"

Jeff chuckled and nudged his brother with his shoulder.  "I stopped
counting.  I figure that as long as there is no open flame, we can handle
things, though the alarm monitoring people have asked me to ban him from
the kitchen."

Both brothers laughed, each recalling Phalen's disastrous attempts at
making an edible meal; then lapsed into a companionable silence, each
seeming to read something in the newspaper spread out before them.

"Jeff?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay with what happened last night?  I want a truthful answer.
All of us did what we thought was best for each of us, but now, I'm
wondering . . ."

"Ooooh yes."  He grinned, aware he was blushing.  "I was thinking earlier,
that you guys have given me a gift more valuable than anything I can
imagine.  You've given me freedom from my past."  He put an arm around
Greg's shoulders and pulled him close.  "Thank you, Greg."

He looked up as Larry joined them, following Greg's lead, and appearing in
the kitchen in the nude.

"And, thank *you* Larry."  Jeff leaned close as Larry stood next to Greg,
taking a sip from his coffee cup.  He sighed with pleasure, seemingly
pleased to be sandwiched between the two brothers. "Did my brother mention
the fact that you're an awesome kisser?" Jeff teased, pleased to see Larry
blush.

"Yes I have," Greg interrupted.  "Though until last night, Larry was the
only guy I'd ever kissed."

"Did I hear someone mention kissing?"  Phalen asked, walking from the
bedroom and running one hand through his spiky hair, while he scratched his
crotch with the other and yawned.  When his question was met with an amused
silence, he paused and looked up.

"Wha . . .?"  He looked from one smiling man to the next; then toward his
groin.  "Why's everyone looking at me?  I'm not even hard."


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Larry hid a yawn behind a hand as he turned the key in the latch to the
front door of his house.  Greg stood at his side, grinning.  "We didn't get
much sleep last night, did we?" he asked, as they entered the house.  He
left Larry to sprawl on the living room sofa as he went to the kitchen to
brew a pot of coffee.

Greg came back into the living room, followed closely by the coffee's
fragrance.  He snuggled close to Larry, who smiled and snaked an arm over
Greg's shoulders.  "I need to ask you something," he murmured, snuggling
closer and wishing he and Larry were naked.  Suddenly, clothing seemed to
be so . . . encumbering.

"About last night," Larry mumbled, refusing to open his eyes, but
tightening his arm, pulling Greg closer.

"Um hum."

"Ask away.  But if it's a request to produce another load . . ."

Greg interrupted, laughing and nudging Larry, who grinned a response.  "No,
I'll ask that later."

"So?"  Larry raised an eyebrow, still refusing to open his eyes.

"Do you feel as if I forced you into doing what we did last night?"

At this, Larry's eyes opened in surprise.  "Forced!?  Hardly!  I loved it!"
He glanced at Greg and realized the man wanted a less enthusiastic, more
thought out answer.  He leaned close and kissed Greg on the cheek.  "No
lover, you didn't force me."  He grinned.  "You may not have noticed, but
I'm not a guy who's easily forced into anything.  I have been known to make
an unfortunate decision, as with my unlamented marriage, but I was not
forced into even that.  It turned out to be a bad decision, but it was *my*
decision, just as last night was."

"You seemed to be hesitating."

Larry sighed.  "Yeah.  I thought that perhaps Jeff and Phalen might see our
presence as an intrusion on their privacy."  He huffed a laugh.  "I should
know by now that Phalen has almost no sense of privacy, at least where sex
is concerned."  Larry took Greg's hand.

"When I realized what you and Phalen were asking, I understood that the
evening was not about privacy.  Jeff needed us there, to help him.  I
realized that Phalen, having already spoken with you, must have come to the
conclusion that Jeff needed more than him to overcome that last hurdle.  If
Phalen, by himself, had been enough for Jeff to reach his goal, it would
have already happened.  Jeff needed more support than Phalen could give."
Larry grinned.  "I must admit that I was also a little reticent, because of
the feelings that I once had for Jeff."

"And, what are you feeling now . . . about my brother?"

Larry grinned.  "I still love him . . . like a son.  I love *you* like a
lover.  It's you that I want to be at my side every night.  It's *you* that
I want to spend my life with."  He tightened his fingers.  "Last night was
fun, but I'm glad we're home, alone.  I enjoy visiting Phalen and Jeff, but
I want to spend most of my time with my lover.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked.


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Margit set her coffee cup down and studied her husband's distracted
appearance.  The morning sun lit the terrace where they were having
breakfast.  Bright blossoms hung from the vine covering the overhead
terrace, their spicy scent mixing with the heady scent of orange blossoms
carried in on a breeze barely strong enough to move the tablecloth against
the diners' legs.  In the distance, the sun glinted off of Tempe Lake onto
a monorail train crossing the bridge.

"Lost in thought, dear?" she asked, resting a long-fingered hand on top of
his.  "You didn't sleep well last night.  What's bothering you?"

One corner of David's mouth twisted into a slight grin.  "I finally fell
asleep on the sofa in the sitting room.  I would guess it must have been
around four in the morning."  The smile faded.  "I was thinking."

Margit raised her eyebrows over the rim of a coffee cup, in a gentle
request for an explanation.

"About our sons," David responded, looking out over the lake.  "About their
partners . . . and my checkered past."  The words sent a chill through
Margit, which she did her best to camouflage by buttering a muffin.  "I
find that I'm not so *cured* of being attracted to men as I thought," David
continued.  He toyed with his fork making crosshatch patterns through the
remnants of his meal.

"I'm afraid of how I feel, Margit.  I'm afraid of what my feelings could
mean for the two of us."  He reached across the table and grinned -- the
smile which had melted her heart on their first date, those many years ago.
"Last night, while I was pacing back and forth, I realized that no matter
how strongly I feel about wanting to be with a man, my desires pale by
comparison to how much I want to be with you."  He squeezed her hand, and
spoke in a voice rough with emotion.

"There is nothing more important to me than your love and your good opinion
of me."  He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, pretending not to
notice the tears forming in her eyes, and ignoring the watery blur he
himself was experiencing.

"I want to go home, love," he said into the silence.

Margit moistened her lips and spoke, not sure she could trust her voice.
"It's the middle of winter, David," she reminded him.  "It'll be dark a
good portion of each day.  It'll also be very cold, and most likely,
windy."

He tightened his fingers.  "But that's where you'll be.  That's where our
life together is.  That's where I want to be."

"When will we leave?" Margit asked, a thrill coursing through her body at
her husband's words.

"As soon as possible," David answered.  "I'll go downstairs and begin the
arrangements; then I'll call Jeff and Greg and let them know that we'll be
leaving."


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Phalen turned the page of the book he was reading.  He was sitting
cross-legged on the sunroom sofa with a fire crackling in the nearby
fireplace.  He heard the bedroom door open, followed a moment later by
Jeff's soft chuckle as he rested his erection on Phalen's shoulder.

Phalen turned his head and licked across the widely flaring head, then
tilted his head back, looking up at Jeff and smiling.

"Someone's horny," he teased, as Jeff began sliding his erection back and
forth over the fabric of Phalen's t-shirt.  "And," Phalen continued.  "He's
drooling so much he's going to leave spots on my nice clean shirt."

"What are we going to do about it?" Jeff asked, now rubbing the length of
his penis against the bare skin of Phalen's neck.

"You *could* go back into the bedroom and masturbate," Phalen offered.
"That way, the next time you come in here, you wouldn't be drooling so
much."

"Or," Jeff supplied, rocking his hips so his cock would slide up and down
Phalen's neck, leaving a clear streak of pre-cum from the hair on the back
of Phalen's head, to the neck of his shirt.  "Or," he repeated.  "you could
get naked."

"Hmmm?"  Phalen murmured, playing hard to get.

"I'm thinking how much I would like for us to wrestle on the bed, so you
can get all sweaty.  Then I can give you a tongue bath."

"And, after you've licked me clean?" Phalen asked, adjusting his erection.

"Then, you could fuck me," Jeff answered, once again resting his erection
on Phalen's shoulder.  "Having you inside me last night was wonderful, but
when we're alone, it's much better."

"So," Phalen teased, once again turning and licking across the head of
Jeff's cock.  "So, you get to give me a tongue bath, and you get to be
fucked."  Phalen tilted his head back and smiled.  "What do I gain from
this proposition, other than pumping your butt hole full of, what . . . the
fourth load of the day?"  Phalen reached up to stroke the length of Jeff's
penis, pausing a moment at the head to rub a finger across the piss slit,
gathering up as much pre-cum as possible, then licking his finger clean.

"You get to lick my pits," Jeff suggested, milking out another pearl of
clear liquid for Phalen to clean.  "Then, you can squat on my tongue and I
can get your asshole all sloppy-wet before I give *you* the fourth load of
the day."

Jeff leaned forward and began nibbling on Phalen's ear.  "When you fucked
me, lover," he murmured.  "You had no idea that you were creating a
monster, did you?"

Phalen shivered beneath the touch of Jeff's tongue.  "Nope," he chuckled.
"But it's way cool.  You're one of the best monsters I've ever seen."  This
time, instead of running his finger over the head of Jeff's cock, he teased
the large piss slit with the tip of his tongue.  "Hmmm," he murmured.
"Totally awesome."  He smiled as he tilted his head back.  "Almost as good
as licking my own jiz from your sloppy butt hole."

"Scoot down," Jeff urged, "and open wide."

Phalen, aware of what Jeff wanted, skinned out of his t-shirt, then shifted
position so he was leaning back on the arm of the sofa.  He opened his
mouth and extended his tongue as Jeff moved closer, spread his legs
slightly, and rested his scrotum against Phalen's tongue.

"You like my big balls?" Jeff asked, bending his knees slightly to allow
Phalen more access to his low hangers.  Phalen moaned and nodded as he
sucked one of the large testicles into his mouth, leaving the other to rest
on his chin, awaiting its turn.

"Which is better?" Jeff continued, pulling his captive testicle free and
replacing it with the drooling head of his cock, on Phalen's tongue.
"Which do you like better, my balls, my cock, or my asshole?"  He slid his
cock over Phalen's tongue then down his throat.

"Hmm?" he asked, removing his cock and leaving Phalen, glazed-eyed and open
mouthed, gasping for a breath of air.

"Love 'em all," Phalen, managed, extending his tongue and turning his head
in hopes of another taste of Jeff.  "But, I love the taste of your sperm
best," he concluded.  "I love it when you shoot directly into my mouth, but
best when you suck it out of my hole then share it with me."  He reached
up.  "Kiss me, big man," he begged.  "Lemme taste your tongue."

Phalen stood and anxiously stripped out of his shorts.  "C'mon," he urged,
"let's fuck right here on the sunroom floor.  I love doing it in front of
the fire."  He sank to his knees and wiped Jeff's oozing cock head across
his own cheek and mouth.  He loved the spongy-firmness of the head, knowing
that in a few minutes that same cock head would be sliding inside him.  The
same gaping piss slit which he now teased with the tip of his tongue, would
be spraying a thick load of Jeff's sperm to coat his insides.

He pulled Jeff to the floor and urged him to lie on his back.  "I'm gonna
fuck you, big man," he murmured, positioning himself between Jeff's lean
legs and pushing them back, exposing the pink skin and slight swell of
Jeff's hole.  "You love having my dick inside you, don't you?" he asked, as
he rubbed the head of his cock over the pulsing opening.

Jeff squirmed beneath him.  "You love having me shoot my seed inside?"

Jeff rolled his head from side to side and groaned an answer.  Phalen
leaned forward and plunged his tongue into the waiting hole, as Jeff held
his knees back, giving Phalen full access, causing him to squirm beneath
the onslaught of Phalen's tongue.  "C'mon, Big Man," Phalen murmured in a
husky voice, looking at Jeff with spit-wet cheeks and chin.  "You 'bout
ready for my dick?" he asked, teasing Jeff by licking over his perineum.

Jeff nodded once.  "Yes, please," he begged.  "Do it slow, lover.  I want
it to last."

Phalen chuckled as he positioned his erection at Jeff's hole and slowly
penetrated him.  "Easier said than done," he shivered.  "Damn!"  He tilted
his head back, eyes closed, and took a deep breath through his open mouth.
"This is so freaking awesome."  He slid his full length into Jeff; then
slowly pulled back until he almost withdrew.  "Geez, it feels like a
slippery hot glove's got a hold of my dick."

Phalen could Jeff's sphincter stretch to accommodate his thick cock.  It
was a tight fit, as the muscular opening expanded and contracted with each
thrust.

Phalen's strokes were stronger now . . . faster.  With each thrust, his
balls would slap against Jeff's upturned butt.

"C'mon, Phalen," Jeff urged in a low voice.  "Fill me up.  Shoot your load
deep inside me."  Jeff rolled his head from side to side, reaching out to
touch Phalen.  "Damn," he groaned.  "I never dreamt it could be like this."

"C'mon, lover," Jeff urged, tightening his sphincter's grip on Phalen's
cock.  "Do it!"  Phalen gasped.  Jeff could feel the cock penetrating him
swelling; then Phalen's entire body trembled and seemed to twitch with each
jet of cum he shot into Jeff's willing hole.

Phalen withdrew and began to lap at Jeff's sloppy hole.  Jeff arched his
back in reaction to what Phalen was doing to him, wrapping his legs around
Phalen's shoulders, pulling him closer as Phalen sucked out his own jiz
from Jeff's sloppy hole.

He lowered Jeff's legs, then crawled forward, straddling Jeff's body.  He
reached behind himself, positioning Jeff's erection at his hole; then,
slowly sank down its full length, until Jeff's balls were snug against the
skin of Phalen's buttocks.  Phalen slid up and down a couple times then
leaned forward and drooled out the load he had sucked from Jeff's hole, in
a thick strand which slowly extended toward Jeff's tongue.

Jeff watched the thick white strand of sperm dangle from Phalen's tongue,
anxiously waiting for it to coat his tongue.  He loved the taste of
Phalen's jiz.  He liked how Phalen's cock would throb in his mouth.  Then,
after it had swollen, a moment before release, his mouth would be flooded
with some of the thickest, tastiest sperm he could imagine.

The moment the strand of sperm broke free of Phalen's tongue and landed in
his mouth, Jeff arched his back, thrusting his buttocks upward, and pulsed
his load into Phalen's hole.


----------


"But, Dad," Jeff said, the next morning.  "Why do you have to leave so
soon?  I thought that maybe you would decide to stay permanently."  He
lowered both his eyes and voice.  "Actually, I hoped both you and Mother
would stay."

David steeled himself.  'I can't let him shake my resolve,' he told
himself.  He laid his hand on top of his son's, and squeezed.  "Jeff.  I
can't do that.  Don't you see?"  Jeff gave his father an uncomprehending
shake of his head.

"I want to stay, almost more than anything," he said, removing his hand
from his son's.  "But, if I do stay, I am positive I will do something to
lose your mother's love."

"What?"  Jeff asked.  "What sort of thing?"

David shook his head in disbelief.  "Can't you see it Jeff?  Can't you see
how being around you, Phalen, Greg, and Larry has made me want to be with a
man again?"  He stood, grasping the back of the dining chair.  "I've been
through this many times, and each time I found that I was not strong enough
to pull away.  Each time, I would give in to my desires and would have had
a wonderful time, if I hadn't been hurting your mother by doing what I was
doing.

"Your mother has gone through more, putting up with me, than any person
should have to endure.  Yet, endure she did."  David paced across the room;
then turned back, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.

"Through it all -- through all the men, I never fell out of love with your
mother.  Now, I'm presented with another opportunity to do all of the
things which got me into trouble in the first place.  And, I won't give in
to my desires."  His voice rose.  "Not this time.  I can't."  He flopped
onto the cushion of the dining chair.  "I won't."

"I'm going to miss you," Jeff murmured, his voice catching in his throat.
"I feel as if I've only begun to have a father, and now you'll be gone."

"I'll miss you, too."  David reached across the table and took his son's
hand.

"Both of us have come a long way in a very short period of time, haven't
we?"  Jeff gave his father a rueful smile.

"It has been a long road," Jeff murmured.

"And what have you learned, while on the journey?" David asked.

Jeff thought a moment, bowing his head.  "I've learned that I am stronger
than I ever thought possible.  I've learned to let the people who care
about me, help me through the difficult times; but basically, I've learned
that no one should live in the past, as I did, for so many years.  You just
keep going."  He swallowed.  "You just . . . go on."

He looked up with a resolve his father had never seen.  "There's nothing
more to life than learning from our past, and growing.  There's no trick to
make things easier."  He bowed his head.  "You just go on."

"And what have you found at the end of the road?" David asked.

Jeff looked up, his blue eyes shining.  "I haven't reached the end of the
road yet, but what I *have* found is . . . happiness."




~ the end ~




Thank you all for being loyal readers.  I have appreciated, more than you
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There are a few individuals who have become especially important to me,
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An Excerpt from Phalen - Story Three

Reputation and Honor


"See ya, Marty," Paul Stevens, the team's left fielder, called.  "Here's
one more for you!"  Marty reflexively reached out and plucked the damp
towel out of the air.

"Great catch," someone called.  "You could play baseball!"  The comment was
met with rounds of good-natured laughter, which floated on the air, much
like the warm mist hanging in the humid air adjacent to the open showers.

"I *am* a baseball player!" Marty shouted.  "Not your personal maid," he
finished, in a lower voice.  "Not anyone's personal servant."  The
remaining sounds echoing in the large room faded as Marty passed up and
down each row of lockers, picking up towels, and whatever debris the
athletes on the baseball team had left behind.  The team had returned
earlier in the morning from a road trip, adding two more victories to their
already impressive list.  The victories, and an unexpected afternoon
without a practice, left the entire team in a party mood.  The newspapers
had ranked the team the top in the country, and everyone was heading out to
celebrate.  'Everyone on the team,' he amended himself.

In the distance, a single door closed, cutting off the last muffled
conversation.

Marty, the team's trainer, shook his head in resignation, stooping to pick
up another towel.  "Slobs," he muttered, inhaling deeply of the humid air
redolent of old jockstraps and naked athletes.  The scents caused him to
smile.  'Am I the only person around here who enjoys the smells of a locker
room?' he thought.  'Well, not only the smells, but the *sights* too.'  He
stepped into the shower room and turned off the water from a still-spraying
shower, shaking his head at the laziness of some of the players.  "I'm not
your friggin' servant," he muttered.

Stepping out of the shower, he stooped to gather up a few more towels and
tossed them one by one into the soiled laundry hamper as if he were
shooting a ball long distance in a basketball game.

"Three-for-three," he shouted, playfully raising his arms and dancing in a
small circle, celebrating the game winning throws before an ecstatic crowd.
"Marty Kelly's game-winning shots will go down in school history!"

The imaginary cheers faded, as did his smile.  'I should be on the team,
not cleaning up after them,' he told himself, snagging a sweaty jockstrap
from where it was draped over the top of one of the locker doors.  He
brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Pervert," he teased himself, aloud, draping the stained jockstrap over his
head after briefly sucking on the garment's pouch.

"Who are you calling a pervert?"  The disembodied voice came from a row of
nearby lockers, in a room Marty would have sworn was abandoned.  He
stopped, captivated by the playful tone in the person's voice.

"I was speaking about myself," he responded to the air, turning down the
row of lockers, in search of the tenor's owner, the limp jock still hanging
from his neck.

"Sorry, if you thought I was calling you names," he said to the naked man
smiling up at him, from a position on the wooden bench running down the
aisle between the row of open lockers.  The guy was sitting cross-wise on
the wooden bench, with his legs crossed, and his back against the wall. His
all-over tan glowed almost as brightly as his smile and sparkling blue
eyes.

"I don't mind being called a pervert," the naked man responded, his smile
becoming almost blinding.  "In fact, I sorta like it."  The eyes took on a
mischievous look, hinting at a fun-loving person.  "I would suggest that if
you're going to wear a jock, instead of wearing it around your neck, you
should strip naked, then stuff yourself into it.  Though I do think, if
you're wearing it for the . . . ahem . . . fragrance . . . draping it
around your neck would be best."

Marty fingered the stained fabric and blushed.

"Hi," the naked man said, in greeting.  "My name's Phalen."  He raised a
well-muscled arm, causing the muscles of his chest to flex.  At the same
time, he revealed the black hair of an armpit and pubes, and a limp penis
curving over a tight scrotum.

Marty felt a tightening in his groin.  "Hi."  He shook Phalen's han then
sat down, straddling the wooden bench and faced a person he was confident
would become a close friend.  "I'm Marty."


~ to be continued, in Phalen - Reputation and Honor ~


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Phalen (located in the Gay College Section)
Phalen - Finding Happiness (Gay College Section)
Phalen - Reputation and Honor (Coming Soon)
Chris (Gay College Section)
Leith (Gay College Section) - incomplete
Owen (Gay College Section
Wesley (Adult Relationships Section)
Jess (Gay Incest Section)
Travis (Gay Incest Section)

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