Date: Mon, 15 Feb 1999 23:17:43 -0600 (CST)
From: comicality@webtv.net
Subject: "If Only In My Dreams" (Gay Male/High School)

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"If Only In My Dreams"
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It was one of those mid April days where the sun is shining all morning
long, making you think you don't need an umbrella or a jacket, and just
before it's time for you to go home...armaggeddon! My dad teaches at my
high school, so I had to make the decision to either walk home in the
pouring rain and get soaked, or wait until 6 when my dad was ready to go
and then I could catch a ride in the 'Daddy-mobile'. I was staying, no
contest. Not because of the rain so much, but because it meant I'd get a
chance to stick around and see...him. Perhaps I should start from the
beginning...
My name is Jeremy and I'm 16 years old. I've never really been one of
those weird primadonna guys who's always in front of a mirror checking
out my hair and my clothes and my ego every minute of the day. I just
get up, get dressed, and go to school. And for some reason, the ladies
think I'm cute anyway. In fact, they often talk to me in class, passing
up the guys who spent hours trying to get their attention. I guess it's
just my little natural beauty shining through...or whatever. I'm about
5' 8", and pretty slim at 130 pounds. I've got short dark brown hair,
soft, but spiked out. People usually say that I remind them of that kid
from the movie "Air Bud"...I think that's a compliment. I try to be
normal, like everybody else, really I do. I tell the same jokes, ogle
the same women, and basically try to fit in wherever I can, but the fact
that I have an affection for my own sex kind of prevents me from totally
feeling at home here. I just don't feel as attached to them, I'm like a
kid playing a sport I don't really enjoy, the one watching everyone else
have candy while I'm sitting here sucking on a cough drop. Don't get me
wrong, I'm happy with who I am, but since I don't have enough faith in
the people around me to understand, I'll just keep it to myself for now.
But this isn't just about me...it's also about him.
He is the reason I rise and fall every single day. He is what makes a
weekday better than the weekends and makes me enjoy coming to this
dreary hell hole called school. He is the major heartache that fills me
with a mix of love and hate, pleasure and pain, optimism and doubt, all
at the same time. His name is Steven, and he's been the apple of my eye
all year. I've practically been stalking him since the first day I saw
him. I always feel so stupid, like my feet won't work, my voice won't
work, my head starts to spin, and a task as simple and common as
breathing becomes a chore. Can you imagine if we actually had any
CLASSES together? The only time I get to see him is in the hallway
between periods, through a giant horde of running, screaming school kids
and stuck up teachers. I run out of class after every period and wander
the halls, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, just a glimpse. Just enough
of a fix to fill my heart and keep me sighing until the next time I lay
eyes on him. Steven is a bit shorter than me, 5' 3 1/2" to be exact. I
told you I was stalking him. Funny what you can learn about other people
when you ask the right questions. He was 16 too, but exactly 3 months,
20 days, 6 hours, and 12 seconds younger than I was. Don't ask. He had
this awesome mass of shiny light brown hair that just made you want to
stare at it all day long, cut to medium length in a preppy style. I
couldn't even tell you exactly what celebrity I'd compare him with, none
of them seem to do his beauty justice. He had the most hypnotic green
bedroom eyes that anyone's ever seen. One day I saw him outside and the
sunlight hit his eyes just right, and they sparkled and glowed with such
brilliance that it nearly drove me to orgasm on the school's front lawn.
His lips looked soooo soft, so remarkbly smooth and fresh. I doubt that
kissing Steven would be anything less than a religious exprience. His
face was crystal clear, smooth as glass, without a single blemish
anywhere. His skin was filled with a sexy tan than made his whole body
shine with a slick golden aura. His shy smile could brighten the darkest
day, and his slim body was usually draped in white t-shirts and fancy
sweaters, travelling down to a pair of khaki pants that displayed the
finest teen butt ever built by God's gracious hands. I didn't even know
him all that well, but I've never been more in love. It would probably
never work out though. There were little differences that kept us apart,
like I was a night person and he...he didn't like me. You know, little
things like that.
I tried to speak to him, time and time again, but I either didn't get
the chance, got the chance and chickened out, got the chance and screwed
it up, or he just shouted "get out of the way" as he rushed past me. Did
it hurt? Omigod, beyond words. But when you love somebody as much as I
loved Steven, you keep trying anyway. Even his nasty little comments
were better than nothing, at least he was talking to me. He was always
carrying this bookbag with him everywhere he went, he never let go of
it. He held it close to his side at all times and I never saw him open
it, not even at his locker. I often wondered what was in that bag, but
he did everything short of handcuffing it to his wrist. I guess it just
wasn't my place to know. One day I asked him why he carried that bag
everywhere he went, and he said...he said...well, let's not go into what
he said, but it wasn't friendly. Let's just say that I had myself a good
cry that afternoon. Then came the day that hurt me more than anything. I
heard people talking about Steven and naturally joined in to see what
other tidbits I could find out about my dream boy. They actually said
that he knew who I was! He knew my name, what classes I took, and
everything! I was almost overjoyed when they told me what he thought of
me. He said I was "annoying." Annoying. Not cute, or funny, or smart, or
cool...but annoying. I turned around, my face flushed and red, and sat
down at my desk until the final bell rang. That was it, it was over. I
had lost. Steven didn't like me...at all. He didn't think about me, he
didn't dream about me, and the only way I'd ever be able to share any
physical contact with him was if he just one day decided to kick my ass
for being so...annoying. That became the single most disgusting word in
the English language for me, and if I wasn't such a zombie that day, I
probably would have bawled my eyes out. The worst thing in the world is
realizing that someone you are willing to give yourself so readily to,
doesn't feel the same way. All those days of longing for Steven,
thinking of Steven, and jerking off over Steven...was just a waste of my
time. It was as though the color in my world had been faded and whisked
away to a place just beyond my reach. How can something that was once so
wonderful, hurt me so much?
A few days had past, or maybe it was a few weeks, who knows? Time didn't
matter all that much to me anymore. It was one of those April days where
it went from sunshine to hurricane in a matter of minutes, and I was
going to catch a ride with my dad. I knew Steven hated me, I knew that
seeing him again would only hurt me more and I'd only be torturing
myself, but I went to watch him at basketball practice anyway. I don't
know why I did it, but maybe, like 40 or 50 years from now, my heart
will heal and I'll be able to get on with my life. I watched him and
only him run up and down that court in his gym shorts and t-shirt. I
never took my eyes off of him, hoping that maybe once, just once, he'd
look up into the bleachers and see me sitting there, and then he'd feel
bad for what he did to me. It's not like I was asking for endless hours
of sex or anything, just a kiss, a smile, hold my hand for Christ's
sake! Anything to say, "Hey Jeremy, I don't hate you." 'Sigh'...what a
world.
After what seemed like an eternity, 6 PM finally rolled around and my
dad came down to pick me up. We walked outside to get the car, and there
he was. Steven was standing there in the rain with his bag over his head
trying to keep dry. It wasn't working. My dad told me to wait there and
he left me alone with him, the two of us getting soaked together. He
wasn't looking at me, but he had to know I was there. I sneaked a few
peeks at his profile, making sure he didn't catch me looking and beat
the shit out of me. Then my dad would stop him and get him in trouble
with the school which would only guarantee an even worse beating later.
Some of his teamates walked by and he said, in that sexy teenage voice
of his, "Can one of you guys give me a ride? My mom's on call at the
hospital and I don't have my house keys." But they all said they
couldn't do it. Some friends huh? Steven stood there in the rain,
shivering and basically catching pneumonia right in front of me. I
wanted to just hold him, to give him my body heat and make him well, to
shelter him from the rain and make everything all right. But the second
I opened my mouth to say something, my dad startled me by honking the
horn. I hesitated a for a second, hoping that he would ask ME for a
ride, but he didn't. So, feeling rejected yet again, I got in the back
seat.
Dad to the rescue, "Hey, Steven? How are you getting home?" 
Steven said, "I don't know. I can't go home until 10 o'clock, my mom's
on call again."
"Well you can't just walk around in the rain for four hours. Come on, you
can stay with us until your mom gets home." Was my dad saying what I
thought he was staying? Was Steven coming to MY house? 
I saw him look at me in the back seat and he said, "That's alright man.
I'll find a way home." But my dad just told him to stop being silly and
get in. So finally, after breaking my heart about a billion more times
by refusing the ride, he got in the back seat next to me. Geez, would he
rather catch his death of cold and walk around in the pouring rain than
spend time with me? What did I ever do to him? I wanted to cut him off,
I wanted to feel the same hate for him that he felt for me, but the
second he sat next to me, dripping rain water from his sexy brown locks,
his shirt clinging to his flat teenage chest, his dark brown nipples
hard and erect, poking through...I fell in love all over again. I
watched as a single drop of water ran down from his hair, down his
smooth cheek, and then trace a line down his long and slender neck,
disappearing into the collar of his shirt. It was enough to get me hard
immediately. 
I tried to keep quiet, but eventually decided to say something anyway.
"So...nobody saw this rain storm coming, huh?"
Steven just kind of looked at me, then he turned his head and looked out
of the window. "Nope."
"...Probably should have brought an umbrella, huh?" I said, trying to
get him to say something, anything.
"Yep." He replied, and he turned even more towards the window, turning
his back on me and letting me know in so many words that he didn't want
to talk to me. Feeling hurt, I decided to just stop trying and take some
enjoyment out of knowing he was sitting next to me. I mean hey, it was
as close as I was ever gonna get.
We got to my house and my dad collected his giant stack of papers and
folders from the front seat. We walked in and Steven took off his shoes
in the doorway to keep from dripping on the rug. His socks were soaked
through and he took them off too. Seeing his bare feet turned me on to
no end and I found myself wanting to kiss every inch of them. I was just
so obsessed with his very presence that it made me feel like crying
tears of joy. But then I remembered the word "annoying", and the tears'
purpose would change from joy to sorrow in a matter of seconds. My dad
gave us both towels and we dried off enough to come into the living
room. I turned on the tv and sat on the couch. Surprisingly, Steven came
to sit beside me. I didn't say anything, didn't want to ruin the moment.
So I just sat there and for a quick minute, I pretended that Steven and
I were friends. Just two buddies hanging out and watching a little tv.
It felt nice, I just wish I could talk to him. Nah, why get greedy? I'll
just enjoy his company, catch a few quick peeks at his adorable face,
and later I'll sniff the cushion he sat on and jack off until my nose
bleeds. End of story.
"Do you have anything to eat? I'm a little hungry."
It almost took me a second to figure out that he was actually talking to
me. It caught me off guard.
"Um...yeah, sure. We've got some pizza left over from yesterday." I
said, then I just sat there and looked in his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. 
We stared at each other for a few brief moments, and then, just when I
thought we were making that special connection, Steven said, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Can I have some?"
"Have some what?"
"Some pizza...helloooo?" That's when I realized that my magic moment had
been a fake. Great, before he thought I was an idiot, now he knows for
sure. I got up and brought him back a few microwaved slices of pizza and
we sat back and watched back to back reruns of the Simpsons. We were
actually laughing together during some of the jokes, and it felt good,
but as soon as the commercial break came on, we both returned to that
silence. That unmerciful silence that reminded me how much he didn't
want to be here with me. I was beginning to reach my limit, I really
was.
My dad suddenly entered the room with his coat on. He said he left his
grading sheets and some other stuff and had to go back and get it before
it was locked up for the night. Steven jumped up and said he had to
really get going. "Don't be ridiculous, Steven. It's still pouring out
there and it's only 7 o'clock. Just stay here, I'll be back in about 45
minutes. Jeremy here will keep you company." Yeah, how was I gonna
entertain this sweet prince of mine? It's not like I had any interesting
hobbies or anything. It's not like he actually wanted to talk to me. As
soon as my dad left, Steven just kind of looked at me and sat on the
very far end of the couch away from me and glued his eyes back to the
tv. I sat there for five whole minutes, wondering what I had done wrong.
What was wrong with me? How can he hate me when I love him sooo much?
Doesn't he feel it, can't he feel the attraction, the unconditional
desire that I have in my heart? I'd give anything just to have the
chance to prove my love to him. ANYTHING! Why couldn't he understand
that? Then I stopped feeling sorry for myself and the answer came to me
in a blaze of fire. It wasn't me at all...Steven was just an asshole!
That's all there was to it! Who needs him? 
Finally I just got up and said, "Look, that's it. I've tried, you know?
I really tried! But if you hate me so much, why don't you just go home?
Go ahead, my dad's gone, you obviously don't want to be here, nothing's
stopping you...go! If you don't want to talk to me, if you hate me that
much, then I don't even want you here! So why don't you just go play in
the rain!" It hurt, God it hurt, but I said it and walked away to my
room. Steven looked surprised to say the least, but I didn't care. I hid
in my room and shut the door, waiting to hear the front door close when
he left so I'd know when it was safe to cry. But instead, I heard a
light knocking at my door. Steven peeked in and then opened the door the
rest of the way.
He just kind of stared at me for a second, he had this strange look on
his face, something I couldn't really describe. He took a deep breath,
then he said, "Why did you say that?"
"Oh, now you want to talk to me? Whoopee."
"Jeremy...just because I don't speak to you all the time...it doesn't
mean.."
"No, you actually speak to me quite a bit. You say 'out of my way jerk'
and 'leave me alone' and a whole bunch of other nice things. YOU...hate
ME? I don't know what I was thinking."
Steven paused for a long time, then he leaned against the wall and
sounded like he was getting teary eyed himself. "You...you don't really
think that I hate you...do you?"
"You do! You tell everybody how much you don't like me, you never want
anything to do with me!"
"You really think I hate you?"
"Why shouldn't I? You treat me like shit."
"I just do that because...if people knew...look...I don't hate you,
okay?"
"You said you feel 'annoyed' by me!"
"I don't feel annoyed by you."
"Well then what DO you feel?"
"I don't KNOW what I feel!!! I don't know! I just know that it's
really...weird and wrong, and as long as you're around, it's never going
to go away!" Steven shouted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, a stray tear falling from my
eye.
"I don't know what it means. I don't know anything anymore. I just...I
just don't know how to act around you. You make me feel..."
Steven stopped in mid sentence, choking back a sob, and slinked down to
the floor, his back sliding down the wall. He covered his face with his
arms resting on his knees, and began to cry. "I don't want to be a fag!
I don't want to be queer! Ohhh God, this sucks...this really fucking
sucks!"
The whole thing just didn't make sense to me, to either one of us. I
didn't know what to say, what to feel, all I could do was walk over to
him and sit next to him on the floor. I threw an arm around him and he
struggled with me for a few minutes, trying to get me to stop. He was
crying out loud now and flailing his arms trying to get away from me.
"Leave me aone. Why can't you just go away? Everything was so simple
before you came along. And now I'm all fucked in the head and I'm
confused. Just leave me alone..." But I wasn't leaving him, not now. I
just struggled with him for a while and finally, he collapsed in a fit
of tears and his arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly. I hugged
him back and rubbed my fingers over his smooth brown hair. He cried into
my chest and was sobbing quietly, "I don't hate you Jeremy, I don't hate
you."
I leaned over and kissed him on the top of the head, his hair filling my
nostrils with the sweetest scent of youth. I continued to smooth his
hair over and over again, slowly stroking it from the top of his head,
down slowly to the back of his neck. I became aware of the fact that
Steven wasn't crying anymore, and he was just sitting there in my arms,
rocking gently back and forth. I suddenly realized exactly who I was
holding here, and my mind became flooded with the entire weight of the
situation. Steven, the boy I have loved for so long, was here, in my
house, alone. He was in my arms, crying, telling me that he was gay,
telling me that he didn't hate me...telling me....
"I love you Jeremy." He said, softly moaning the words into my chest,
his voice turned raspy from his tears. I leaned my head back, taken back
by the power of his words. I felt tears fall from my eyes and I
whispered softly in his ear.
"I love you too Steven, and there's nothing weird or wrong about it."
Steven never looked up at me, never met my eyes with his adorable gaze,
he just simply curled up in my arms and we sat there against the wall.
Too scared to move, too scared to sit still. I continued to rub Steven's
hair ever so softly and I could feel his tender hands rubbing small
circles on my belly. His hands were so incredibly gentle, they made me
tremble with his skillful touch. I tried to hold it back, but my six
inches would not be contained and quickly rose to it's full length. I
hoped Steven wouldn't notice, I mean sometimes erections, even in front
of the one you love, can be the most embarassing thing in the world. But
what happened next took me to new heights of passion. I felt a little
nibble, a slight pinch, and I felt Steven gently kissing and licking my
nipples through my shirt. At the same time, I felt his hand slowly move
downward, from my belly, to the inside of my thigh, then he glided it up
to my erection. He barely touched it, his fingers just grazing its
length with the slightest pressure. His hands were shaking, he was so
timid and fragile at that moment, I just wanted to give him my life, my
soul, anything to repay him for this wonderful feeling inside that he
was giving me. He continued to nibble at my nipples and his hand finally
got up enough courage to give my aching member a light squeeze. A chill
went up my spine like a bolt of lightning and I gasped out loud,
startling us both. Steven's head popped up and he looked me in the eyes.
His big green pools seemed to shimmer and dance with the beating of his
heart. The room fell silent except for the light tapping of the rain at
my bedroom window. He moved closer, just a half inch at a time. We had
wanted this for so long, and now that we had this moment, it terrified
us. We leaned in closer still, until our lips grazed each other, and
then without another second's hesitation, we kissed. I couldn't have
hoped for more, to say that kissing him was a religious experience was
beyond an understatement. His mouth parted a little, and a puff of his
sweet breath entered my mouth. I was dizzy with love, weak and strong
simultaneously. My heart beat so fast that it nearly choked me with it's
enthusiastic contractions. As we shared our sweet kiss, my hand ran down
his soft brown hair again, down the back of his neck, past his
shoulders, and down to rub his firm back lovingly as he melted in my
arms. His tongue made a small and frightened attempt to enter my mouth,
and the second he did it, he pulled back out quickly, hoping I wouldn't
be grossed out by it. I wasn't. I responded by trying the same, and soon
we had our tongues wrapping and writhing together in harmony, our saliva
mixing between us, our hot breath passing back and forth and driving us
wild. His hand wandered back down to my erection and rubbed it more
confidently this time. We had only been kissing, but I wasn't sure how
much of this I could take. He broke our kiss and nestled his head back
into my chest, looking down at my boner tenting out my pants. The strain
of the fabric was almost enough to drive me crazy. He kept rubbing it
for a while and then whispered in a sexy, lust filled, teen voice, "Can
I touch it?"
What was I gonna say? No? I reached down and undid my zipper and pulled
down my underwear. My cock sprang out and was decorated by a small dot
of shiny precum on the tip. His hand made contact and he just held it
for a minute. "This feels cool. I never felt somebody elses before." He
gave it a few slow strokes and my legs trembled from the sensation. What
made it worse, was that Steven kept talking, his shakey, lovestruck
voice kept reminding me that it was him, it was Steven touching me, the
boy of my dreams. He kept saying things about my cock, like, "It's soooo
warm." and, "It's so hard, but kind of soft at the tip." He said he
liked the way it felt in his hands...hell I liked the way it felt in his
hands. He liked bringing me to the edge and then stopping before I came.
He loved to feel it pulse and twitch in his hands, the torture was
unbearable, and I wished it would go on forever. I leaned my head back
and closed my eyes for a second and he stopped stroking. I felt him
begin to shake gently again, like a scared rabbit, then without warning,
I felt a warm moist sensation surround my cock as he took it into his
mouth. I nearly screamed when I felt his tongue encircle the head! He
took me down to the base and I felt his soft lips wrap around me,
brushing against my testicles at the bottom. I couldn't take anymore!
The teasing, the rubbing, the touching, the kiss, it was all too much
for me, and he only got to the third bob when I tensed up and had the
strongest orgasm of my life. My hips raised off of the floor and I came
spurt after spurt of hot semen into his mouth while holding on to the
back of his head. I was still squirting when my tip got excessively
sensitive and while Steven was swallowing, he accidently scraped it with
his back teeth. I almost jumped a foot in the air and my whole body
shook and spasmed from the explosive climax. When I calmed down and
regained my sight, I saw Steven sitting a few feet away from me, amazed
at my reaction to his blowjob. 
Steven giggled a little and said, "Hehehe, was it that good?"
"Fuckin' A it was!"
"Thanks," He said shyly, "It's my first, you know."
There was a short moment of silence and I could see the outline of a
sizeable hard on in Steven's pants. My mouth watered for it and I stared
at it unashamed, drawn to the delicious image before me. He wanted it
too, but didn't want to push me, so he just sort of sat there and let me
look at it. 
"Come here." I said. 
"What?" He smiled, blushing slightly and looking away from me. God he
was so shy. That was such a turn on!
"Just...come here."
Steven grinned timidly and crawled over to me on all fours. I slid down
on to my back and let him hover above me, our lips meeting in a sweet
kiss once again, before he lowered himself to grind into me between my
legs. I moved my hands down to his squeezable ass and kneaded the soft
cheeks playfully as he thrust his hips into me time and time again. He
was propped up on his elbows and his breathing was getting short, his
moans were getting louder, so I decided to turn him on even more. I slid
further underneath him, scooting down between his pushes and pumps, and
lifted his shirt to kiss and bite at his dime sized nipples. He gasped
and sighed over me as I placed angel kisses over his entire chest. I
loved to lick at his smooth skin, tracing my tongue from one nipple to
the other. Then I slid down more to stick my tongue into his navel,
forcing him to writhe and giggle. Feeling his stomach muscles tighten
against my lips from his quiet laughs only made me attack it with more
ferocity. Then I scooted down even lower and rubbed my face back and
forth across the front of his khaki pants. He was so hot at that point
that he laid all the way down on the floor, placing the entire weight of
his body on my head as he started grinding erotically into my face. He
humped and pushed into me time and time again, his hips waving back and
forth, in and out, pushing his cloth covered cock into my face, smashing
my nose, bathing me in his body heat. I couldn't hardly breathe, but I
didn't need air to survive anymore...I had love.
Steven worked back and forth over my face for a few minutes before
finally sitting up on my chest. I saw him start to undo the top button
on his pants and I became extremely anxious to taste his sexy flavor. I
scooted down an inch or two and began to lick at his spongy nutsack
through his pants. I darted my tongue out as hard as I could and Steven
moaned and whimpered desperately, trying hard to get his pants off as
fast as he could. He was in such a hurry that his hands fumbled at the
button and a look of animal lust covered his face. I grabbed his ass
again and squeezed hard as he finally got the pants open, and he raised
up enough to finally get his khakis and briefs down to his thighs. He
had a beautiful fleshy cock that was a bright red color at the tip. But
I didn't get much time to look at it, because Steven shoved the shaft
down into my mouth and began fucking my face hard. My lips and tongue
worked their magic as he slid his warm meat in and out of me. His balls
were lightly tapping against my chin and I was loving it. He was getting
close and whimpering with every thrust, his breathing was gettng louder,
and I knew he was close. His ass clenched itself in my hands and his
legs tightened up. He came forcefully down my throat and I swallowed it
down greedily, never wasting a drop. It took a few moments before he
relaxed and rolled off of me, and we just laid there on my bedroom
floor, breathing hard and enjoying the greatest moment of our teen
lives.
After another five minutes of staring at the ceiling, and another ten
minutes of kissing that almost suffocated us both, we got dressed and
went back to the couch to watch tv. Then, out of nowhere, Steven kissed
me on the cheek and said, "I want to show you something."
That's when he reached behind the couch and pulled out his bag, that bag
that he carried with him everywhere, the mystery case. And for the first
time, I saw him open it...in front of ME. He took out an old ratty
notebook and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked.
"It's a book of poetry."
"Did YOU write these?"
"Yes...I wrote them..." Then he leaned closer and kissed me again on the
cheek before whispering, "...I wrote them about you."
I could just die! I opened the book, and sure enough, there was poem
after beautiful poem with my name. They had titles like, 'Jeremy My
Love', 'Crazy About My Jeremy', 'The Boy In The Halls', and 'Love I Can
Never Know'. They were all so sweet, so emotionally moving. I never
could have imagined that something so beautiful, so incredibly magical,
could ever be a part of my life. I tried to read as many as I could, but
with Steven kissing at my neck and nibbling gently at my earlobe, I only
got through about five of them. As the rain fell down in buckets
outside, as the lights flickered with every strike of lightning, and the
windows rattled with every crack of thunder, two boys who had never
known about the power of love, shared many sweet kisses and tender
touches on that living room couch. And nothing would ever tear them
apart again.
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