Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 18:30:35 -0400
From: Vance Lister <vlista20@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Chapter 2

	Connor got in his car at shortly after ten the next morning.  The car
groaned slightly before starting as it was another bitingly cold morning.
His mother was still asleep in the house but he'd left her a note about
where he'd be, not that he needed to as he went to the mall every Saturday.
	He drove the four minutes over to Bobby's house figuring he could make the
drive with his eyes closed by now as he did it so often.  He barely had the
car in park when Bobby and Rick both came out of the house and hurried over
to the car.  They both got in the back seat and he sighed as he looked at
them in the rearview mirror.  "You guys always gotta sit back there?  You
make me feel like a damn chauffeur."  He groaned as he put the car in
reverse and backed out of the driveway.  "Course you are too damn busy
making out to listen to my problems."
	Bobby pulled his now glistening lips off Kevin's and smiled at him.  "You
just gotta get yourself a man loser.  It ain't our fault your only date is
your hand."
	Connor rolled his eyes as the car rolled onto the street and put the car in
drive, heading out to the outskirts of their Hartford suburb to where the
mall was.  He was gay, he knew he was gay, but had yet to find someone
special. He'd had a few flings but never actually had sex.  A hand job here
or making out there didn't not constitute sex in his book.  His hand was his
current and only boyfriend ever, despite the many guys he cybered with long
into most nights.
	They spent most of the morning in the arcade of the mall which had
literally hundreds of games.  The games spit out tickets if you did well, if
you got a thousand, you may get you something good at the ticket trade in
stand.  Connor loved to case the place, 'cause often times he'd find a lone
unattended machine going haywire and just spitting out tickets.  He was
pretty good at most of the games but it was much more fun to walk around,
looking for a derelict machine whose computers inside had gone haywire.
	Rick and Bobby played doubles on most every game that had doubles and
Connor wondered how good friends they'd all be if he wasn't the one with the
car.  He often felt like a third wheel and in essence, he knew that was
exactly what he was.  Before Rick had come to their school the year before,
Bobby and Connor had been inseparable best friends.  But now,, Bobby was so
into Rick the only time they were ever together was when Rick was right
there with them.
	He figured most of his feelings were centered on jealousy, as Bobby had
been right in the car that morning.  He just needed a boyfriend.  Fate
seemed to answer his call as he sat down to lunch with Rick and Bobby in the
food court of the mall.
	He nearly choked on his Arthur Treacher's chicken as he saw Tyler standing
in line over at the Chinese place.
	Bobby, seeing his look and where he was looking, turned in that direction.
Rick immediately followed suit, then turned back rolling his eyes, "I told
you to forget it man."
	"I can't forget it man," Connor snapped,  "I friggin thought about him all
night long.  Did you ask your mom?"
	"No I didn't ask my mom.  I told you she won't tell me anything."
	Bobby kept looking at Tyler, who got his styro foam container and cup
filled with some liquid then walked over and sat down a few tables away, not
even looking up around him as he opened the container and started stirring
what looked like fried rice inside.   He looked back at Connor who was still
arguing with Rick. "He works here man."
	Connor looked from him to Tyler.  Noticing for the first time he had on the
standard Red polo shirt and black dress pants that were the uniform at the
athletic shoe store.  A store that it seemed only hired drop dead gorgeous
guys to work there.  He'd only been in it once or twice and figured Tyler
couldn't have been working there too long, as he'd not seen him before in
his thousands of trips to the mall.  And Tyler, he imagined was the kind of
guy who would stand out to him in any crowd.  "He got his hair cut." he said
aloud, though not really meaning to.
	Rick rolled his eyes and smacked the palm of his hand into his forehead.
"I give up man, if you wanna open yourself up to a whole world of hurt, then
I ain't gonna stop you.  But don't come crying to me when he breaks your
heart."
	"That's good then," he said, actually real annoyed with Rick's biased
attitude towards the kid he didn't even know.   And his obvious prejudice
against foster kids in general.  "I need some new sneakers."
	Bobby chuckled as his eyes glinted in humor, "Sears is having a big shoe
sale."
	"Oh shut up." Connor said flinging down his napkin, knowing full well that
Bobby knew the reason behind his sudden need for sneakers.
	Bobby leaned across the table towards him.  "I hope you got clean socks on
'cause if you're feet stink, you ain't gonna turn him on much."
	They sat at the table and waited for Tyler to get up and leave, Connor
checking out his fine ass as he walked off.  It showed more then the day
before as his shirt was tucked in.  "He does have a nice ass," Rick said
nodding, as all three of them were staring.
	"Please." Connor spouted off.  "He's got a nice everything.  Whether you
got a problem with foster kids or not, you can't deny how hot he is in every
way."
	Rick rolled his eyes and Connor glared at him.  "I swear man, if you roll
your eyes one more time at me I'm gonna pop them both right out of their
sockets."
	Rick grinned and nodded holding his hand up as though in apology.  They got
up and walked to the other end of the mall about ten minutes later.  Wanting
to make sure Tyler, had had enough to get back to work and be back on duty.
When they walked into Athletic Attic they saw him putting new stock up on a
round display table in the middle of the room.  Connor looked over the
sneakers, telling at least three other salesmen he needed more time, waiting
for Tyler to get done his display and offer to help him, himself.
	Tyler's eyes were so intent on his work, Connor was sure he hadn't even
seen them walk in or know they were there.  Not that that would have made
much of a difference.  He watched him bend over and scoop up a bunch of
empty shoe boxes, his heart pounding in his chest as that ass was pushed
against the fabric of his pants.  Bobby's hand brushed across his forehead.
"You're sweating a little there buddy."
	Connor snorted and pushed his hand away as he watched Tyler disappear into
the back room.  When he came back out another associate walked up to him.
He leaned in close and said something, then pointed directly over at Connor
who turned about five shades of red when Tyler's own handsome face turned
and looked at him.  He noted a strong look of annoyance before Tyler turned
back to the other guy and shook his head.
	They guy sighed then walked over to them.  "Can I help you?" He asked
kindly, though there was a hint of annoyance in his own voice.
	Not about to give up so fast Connor shook his head.  "I'm still looking."
	The guy whose name tag said Robert grinned as he looked over at Tyler then
back at Connor.  "I've seen that."
	Connor blushed again then quickly turned back to the shelf of shoes.
"Well," Bobby said when the sales man walked off, "now that you've made a
spectacle of yourself what are you gonna do?"
	Connor looked at him, then over at Tyler, who was straightening shoes on
the opposite wall.  "I'll show you what I'm gonna do." He said hiding the
desperation in his voice which made it come out sounding angry.  He stalked
over to the other side of the store and up to Tyler who, standing this
close, he saw was an inch or two shorter then him.
	Tyler turned and looked at him but didn't smile and didn't open his mouth.
	Connor sighed and slouched his shoulders,  "Aren't you going to ask me if
you can help me?"
	His hand stopping on the sneaker he was straightening, he looked at him
challengingly.  "Can I help you?"
	Connor smiled.  "Yes please."
	Tyler couldn't help but smile himself, wondering what in hell was going on,
as the kid seemed awful nice and he was suddenly not so sure he and his
friends were just there to pick on him.
	"What can I help you with?" He asked, dropping his hand down from the shoe
and turning his body to Connor.
	"There's some sneakers over there I'd like to try on."
	Tyler looked over to the other side where they guy's two friends were
staring back at him, giving him reassurance that they were all there just to
pick on him.  That wasn't exactly anything he wasn't used to.  Except
usually the kids that teased him didn't bother to do it where he worked.
	He walked over to the other side of the store, Connor right behind him, his
eyes glued to that perfectly rounded firm butt as it moved with his walking.
  He stood beside Tyler who stopped in front of the wall.  "I like these,
these, these, these, and these." he said, pointing out five pairs he'd
actually barely looked at.
	Tyler scanned them all from where he was standing then turned to the row of
chairs.  "Have a seat," he said pointing to the nearest one, which was also
furthest away from the other two boys.
	Connor flashed his friends a thumbs up while Tyler wasn't looking, then
quickly sat down in the chair and kicked off his right shoe.  He put his
foot up on the stool in front of him and smiled up at Tyler, who was looking
at him a little funny.
	Tyler thinking the guy was pretty hyper was waiting for the teasing to
begin.  He sat down on the stool and picked up the foot measurer.  He put
his hand around the kid's ankle and set it gently on the measure, then
adjusted the metal guides around his toes.
	"I got big feet." Connor said.  Tyler looked over at his friends who
started chuckling then back at Connor whose face was a little red.  He
wanted to ask if the kid was retarded or something but kept his curiosity to
himself, as he figured he wasn't retarded just maybe a little slow.  He set
the measure down then looked up at him again,  "I need to measure your other
foot too.  Lots of times people's feet differ in size, as much as half a
size."
	Connor nodded eagerly and kicked off his other shoe.  He set it on the
measure himself and Tyler grasped his ankle again and adjusted it into the
right spot.  "Yours aren't though." He said shrugging, as he set the scale
down again and stood up.  "I'll be right back."
	He eyed the other two as he walked past them and into the back room.
	"Calm down there Connor," Bobby said chuckling.  "You look like a five year
old on the verge of opening his Easter basket."
	"I can't help it." It sounded even too whiny for his own liking, but it was
exactly how he felt.  "I haven't ever been hit this hard before and I'm
nervous as hell."
	There was a snickering behind him and he turned to see Robert quickly
turning away and heading over to front of the store, where an old lady was
looking over some orthopedic shoes.  Tyler reappeared, his arms full of
boxes that went up his face with only his deep eyes peeking over.
	He set the shoes all down by the stool, which Connor figured would take at
least half an hour to get them all tried on.  Half hour to try and say
something intelligent, but not scare the kid off like apparently he'd been
doing.
	Tyler sat back down on the stool and pulled out one sneaker from the top
box.  Connor watched his strong looking fingers dart over them, as he put
the laces in place.  "So you been working here long?"
	"Five months."
	"Do you like it?"
	"Sure," he pulled the tongue back on the shoe then slid it over Connor's
foot then tied it up snugly.  "How's it feel?"
	"Wonderful." He cleared his throat.  "I mean, yeah it's comfortable."
	 Tyler looked at him oddly.  "Well walk on it." he said, sounding a little
irritated.
	Connor stood up and took a few steps then sat back down.  "They're okay but
I'd like to try them all on and then make my decision."
	"Sure," Tyler took off the sneaker and put it back in its box then pulled
out one from the next box.
	He stiffened as the guy's friends sat down on either side of him but kept
his eyes on the shoe he was lacing up, knowing whatever was coming had to be
coming soon.
	"So you just remembered all those shoes I wanted out here when you went in
there and picked them out?"
	Tyler looked up at him, squinting his eyes in confusion.  "It's not like
it's five miles away."
	Connor grinned.  "Well I still think that's pretty impressive."
	Tyler looked from him to one of friends then over to the other.  "Do I know
you?" he asked Rick, as for some reason he looked very familiar.
	"You know my mom." He said, managing a smile.  "She's your social worker."
	His face immediately went scarlet and he set the shoe back in the box.  "So
that's what this is all about then?  Coming out to pick on the foster kid at
the mall this weekend are you?" he asked glaring at them all.
	Connor's face fell, while Rick glared back at him.  "What's your problem
man?" Rick snapped,  "We aren't teasing you at all?"
	Tyler looked them all over again as the kid was right they had not yet in
any way teased him.  He was just so sure it was coming.  "Only 'cause I
brought it up first."
	"No we weren't going to at all." Bobby said shaking his head.
	"Well then why did you insist I wait on you?" he asked looking at Connor.
"And why were you all staring at me?"
	"How'd you know we were staring?  You didn't look at us but once?" Connor
asked.
	"Someone told me."
	Connor nodded, figuring that was what Robert had said to him when he'd
pointed at him.  "Why would you automatically think we were here to tease
you?"
	Tyler sat back and sighed, then sat up again and grabbed the shoe figuring
he'd better look busy while he talked.  "I heard you guys talking about gays
at lunch yesterday.  Sounded to me like you were teasing then.  Lots of
people think I'm gay.  I just figured you would all think the same thing."
	"You aren't gay?"
	There was a pause, and then a slow head shake which encouraged Connor a
great deal, as he figured the kid was and just didn't dare admit it.
	"Well Tyler," he said taking a deep nerve building breath, "we were talking
about you at lunch yesterday when you happened by."
	His eyes fluttered up to him as he waited for the proverbial ball to drop.
	"I was telling my friends about this real cute new guy.  Rick was telling
me to forget about it because you probably weren't even gay."  He grinned in
his nervousness and shrugged.  "Actually he said ain't even gay.   See his
English is not so good."
	Though his face was red, a small smile formed on his lips as he slipped the
sneaker on Connor's foot.  "So you came in here just to check me out?" he
said, feeling incredibly flattered as that didn't happen with anyone but
girls.  Girls he could care less about.
	Chuckling nervously Connor nodded.  "Fraid so.  We saw you in the food
court and suddenly I needed new sneakers."
	His small smile formed into a larger one as he tied up the shoe and put his
hands gently on each side of it when he was done.  The gesture made Connor's
heart tingle as well as other parts of his body.  "How does this one feel?"
	"Good," Connor stood up and took the required few steps before he sat back
down.  Tyler removed the shoe and pulled another one out having no idea of
what to say or do about this sudden situation and hoping Connor would keep
talking.
	"So not being gay that must gross you out?"
	He suddenly felt angry, he'd denied his own feelings, as his hands worked
over the laces on the shoe.  "It doesn't gross me out.   I'm flattered
actually."
	Connor bit his cheek in frustration hoping his question would pry the kid
out of his closet.  "You got a girlfriend?"
	Tyler sighed and shook his head.  He slipped the shoe on Connor's foot.  "I
lied, I am gay." he was tired of the beating around the bush questions and
was really liking the guy back, though he seemed a little weird he figured
that just may be nerves, and didn't want to ruin any chances he may have.
	Connor nearly passed out from his glee, as his face lit up enough to light
a small country.  He stuck out his hand,  "Name's Connor."
	Tyler grinned at him and put his hand in his,  "Tyler, but I guess you
already knew that."
	Connor grinned and nodded. "So do you have a boyfriend?"
	Sniggering Tyler shook his head.  "I don't think I need to ask, but do
you?"
	"Nope." Connor said, happily perhaps the first time in his teen years that
he was glad of it.
	Tyler motioned with his hand for Connor to stand up and this time when he
did, he checked him over from head to toe.  The guy was cute.  Something he
would have seen before if he'd not been so scared of him.  He had short dark
hair cut much the same as his own hair.  Light blue eyes that sparkled and a
lean yet solidly built body.
	He looked back at Rick, wondering how much Rick knew about his life since
his mother was his social worker.  He knew now that's where he'd recognized
him from as his picture was on her desk down at the social services offices.
  A desk he'd sat at three or four times in the past.
	Rick seeing him studying him smiled.  "Don't worry man, I don't know
nothing about you.  Ma just said you'd be starting school with us yesterday
and it wouldn't kill me to be nice to you."
	He smiled, filling with relief though it nagged at him still as it would be
plenty easy enough for Rick to dig up dirt on him.  Stuff he was not yet
ready to tell anyone about, but his social worker knew from dealing with him
for many years as long before he was taken away from his parents, social
services had been part of their lives.
	After deciding on a pair of sneakers Tyler walked Connor to the counter
where he stepped behind it.  "So can I have your phone number?"
	Tyler smiled, then nodded, then a second later shook his head.  Connor's
face fell and he smiled a little wider.  "It's not 'cause I don't want you
to have it.  Just 'cause I don't know it."
	"Well you live with Julie Henderson right?"
	He nodded, glancing at Rick again wondering if that bit of information came
from him.
	"Well I've got her number on my computer.  Here I'll give you mine."  He
grabbed a pen off the counter and ripped off a piece of the rope stringed
shopping bag that Tyler had put his sneakers in.  He jotted down his number
and handed it over.  "Do you work tomorrow?"
	"Yeah, but only 'til one."
	"Well, I'll call you tonight then maybe we can make plans."
	Tyler smiled feeling warm all over.  He'd had a boyfriend once before.  A
guy he thought he'd loved ''til the guy got shifty and felt he was being
outed.  So in turn to save his own ass, he'd outed Tyler leaving him being
ridiculed at school as much as at his first foster home.  He'd sworn off
dating at all for a year or so but over the past year, had found himself
growing lonelier and lonelier.  He was of the belief he shouldn't make
friends like he'd told Julie the night before.  But something like this
didn't fall in someone's lap every day and though he knew he was stupid to
do it, he was going to go for this one.
	Connor smiled brilliantly back at him making sure to brush his hand against
his as he took the bag from him.  Tyler watched them leave the store then
turned around and smacked right into Robert who immediately grabbed his hand
and dragged him out back where he threw his arms around him.  "Way to go
stud!  That guy is hot.  I knew you had it in you?"
	Tyler smiled against Robert's warm chest.  Robert was his best friend in
the world.  The only friend that had remained by his side from when he was
at his parent's house, through his foster homes, and had even gotten him the
job there.  Robert was not gay and that pissed him off, but Robert had no
problem being affectionate with him and seeing to it that Tyler was as happy
as possible in his situations.
	Robert had taken on the role of his trusted and only best friend back when
they were seven years old.  Had patched him up after hundreds of run-ins
with his parents and even hid him in his house more times then he could
count.  It was Robert who'd seen enough and called social services all those
times, and him that pressed the issue 'til they finally took him out of his
house.  Life had only gotten marginally better after that, as he was still
feeling like a piece of wood adrift on the ocean with no-one to call his
own, and no place to call his own.
	He was glad he was no longer with his parents though and, he had Robert and
Robert alone to thank for that.
	Robert held him at arm's length and smiled at him.  "You gotta be careful
of that Rick guy though.  He thinks your trouble.  But it doesn't sound to
me like Connor gives two shit's on what Rick's views about life and people
are."
	"What did you spy on them?"
	Robert grinned.  "Little bit.  That guy's got it bad for you man.  He said
he'd never fell so hard before."
	Tyler's face lit up like a roman candle and he buried himself once again in
his friend's arms.  "I love you."
	Robert squeezed him and put his hand on his head as he towered over Tyler.
"I love you too man."  Robert had seen his friend go through so much hell,
there was no way he could ever not love him.  That he even got out of bed
every day or was even alive at all.  Persevering as he'd never seen anyone
else do.  His friend was strong as hell he knew that.  But he loved to be
there those times he was down, to make him feel better and get him back on
his feet.
	Tyler felt like he was walking on air the rest of the day.  He couldn't
wait for Connor's call to come that night and couldn't wait 'til he got out
of work the next day.  Though his face was already bright, it lit up even
more as Julie walked into the store at about five minutes of six.  He walked
over to her and smiled.  "You didn't have to come and get me."
	"I wanted to.  I had some shopping to do anyways." She said holding up a
bag of things she'd purchased just so she'd have a good excuse for being
there.  "You look real happy." she commented, as he seemed much happier then
she'd ever seen him.
	"I had a good day.  I just gotta go punch out and I'll be right back."

	They were home no more then ten minutes when the phone rang.  Tyler who was
sitting at the table eating chef boy ardee right out of the can wanted to
jump up and get it himself.  But it not being his house he just watched
Julie get up and get it.  She returned to the table with a huge smile on her
face as she handed him the phone.  Then turned and left the room wanting to
give him his privacy.
	Tyler put the phone to his hear feeling warm all over in anticipation.
"Hello."
	"Hey, it's me.  Are you surprised?"
	He chuckled into the phone as he set his spoon back in the can.  "Very."
	"So how was work?"
	"Great day."
	"Great day for me too.  I'm sorry I acted like such an idiot there at
first.  I was just so damn nervous."
	Tyler outright laughed into the phone.  "I kinda thought you were retarded
or something."
	Laughter came through the other end which took a minute to stop.  "I hope
you aren't trying to make me feel better."
	"No, I'm sorry, thinking back on it.  It just seems funny now is all."
	"Alright well as long as it's funny and you don't really think I'm
retarded."
	"No I don't think that anymore."
	"So what do you want to do tomorrow?"
	"It's completely up to you Connor.  Whatever you want will be fine with
me."
	"We can go to the club."
	"What's the club?"
	"Place where us homo's hang out.  They have meetings and stuff but the
place is always open.  There are pool tables, arcade games, dancing, eating.
  It's a lot of fun."
	Tyler nodded into the phone as that did sound like fun and he'd wished he'd
heard of such a place a long time ago.  The minute he hung up the phone
Julie came sauntering back into the room.  "Connor's a great guy."
	Tyler smiled at her as he stirred the spoon inside the can.
	"So did you meet him today at work?"
	Tyler looked at her oddly and she turned her hands up on the table and
grinned. "What?"
	"I just wasn't sure if you wanted to get a notebook or something so you
could take notes." He said smiling wryly at her.
	"Sorry," she blushed.  "Am I being pushy?"
	He waved his hand dismissively and sat up straighter in the chair.  "Well
you already know I'm a fag right?"
	She blushed even more.  "Don't use that word Tyler.  It's mean."
	He cocked his head to one side and smiled at her.  "Well it's just the most
well known description."
	"I am aware of the term gay."
	He smiled as he chuckled silently his eyes surveying her.  "You knew though
didn't you?"
	"I suspected." she smiled as she bounced her head from shoulder to
shoulder.  "Why do you think I haven't hit on you?"
	"I wouldn't have known, even if you were I imagine.  I'm blind when it
comes to those things.  When Connor came in today he was flirting and not
knowing him I just thought he was some 'special kid.'  You know like in
slow."
	She put her hand over her mouth her eyes widening as she laughed.  "Well he
can get a little hyper sometimes."
	He laughed and she smiled wider never having heard him really laugh.  It
wasn't a big laugh but it was genuine and it made her happy to hear it.  "He
already knew your phone number, so you guys must know each other pretty
well?"
	"We've been friends since we knew how to walk.  He used to live right next
door from me before my parents bought this house."
	"So what can you tell me about him?"
	"He lives alone with his mom.  His mother is of utmost importance to him.
Don't ever tease her around him or he'll knock your block off."
He grinned knowing no-one would ever have to worry about him teasing anyone.
  He'd been on the wrong side of it too many times to do it to anyone else.
	"It's always been just her and him.  His father was out of the picture
before he was born.  His grandparents disowned his mom when they found out,
so they really have been on their own.  His mother is an incredible lady
though.  She's incredibly nice and works real hard so Connor doesn't have to
suffer for her mistake. She won't even let him work.  Says there's plenty of
time to slave away and when he was still in school, she was gonna see to it
he had fun."
	Taking another bite of ravioli he listened intently as she continued on.
	"His grades aren't great but he gets by.  He hates school work especially
math.  He's never had a boyfriend as far as I know, spends a lot of time
chatting on the net.  He hangs out with Bobby and Rick mostly, they are gay
and are a couple.  He and Bobby have been best friends for years.  Rick
moved here a year ago and I think Connor's feeling real left out.  Can't
blame him but you can't blame Bobby for having a boyfriend either."
	"He's very confident.  Sure of himself you know?" she didn't want him to
come off as conceited, 'cause he certainly wasn't, he just always had an air
of confidence about him that he was happy with himself and who and what he
was.  "He's out at school and other then a few assholes no one has treated
him any different.  He doesn't hide who he is for anyone."
	"Does his mom know?"
	"Yes, he told her a while ago.  She was fine with it, I knew she would be
but he was real worried.  He called me that night and said I was right and
he should have listened to me a long time ago.  I still gloat about that
one." she smiled as she looked down at her cup spinning it on the table.
"Rick's mom is your social worker isn't she?"
	Tyler sighed and nodded.  "I hope he don't tell Connor shit about me.  I'm
real worried about that."
	"None of it was your fault Tyler.  You have nothing to be ashamed of."
	He looked over her head and out the window, setting his jaw in a tight line
as he'd heard that line so many times it made him sick to hear it now.
	"I'm sorry," She said eyeing him cautiously.  "I know it's not my place to
say anything."
	He dropped his eyes back to her face then looked down in his can and
stirred some more.  "We are gonna go out tomorrow after work.  So if you
were planning on picking me up because you were out shopping you don't have
to."
	She grinned at the grin on his face that she could see even though he was
still looking down at the can.  "I'll just save my shopping for next time
you work."
	"You really don't have to cart me around all the time.  I don't want to
feel like a burden."
	"You never asked me to do it Tyler.  If I didn't want to do it I wouldn't."
	"So when social services comes here to evaluate our living situation you
gonna tell them that you are really my foster mother and not your parents?"
	"No way, then they'd move you and I want you to stay right here."
	He looked back up at her feeling warm all over as no one had ever told him
they actually wanted him to stay.  "Thank you."
	She cocked her head to one side and smiled sweetly.  "Your welcome I
guess." she said then giggled a bit not sure what to say.
	He smiled coyly at her then took another bite.


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