Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 11:24:21 +0000 (GMT)
From: Alisha Mathew <alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in>
Subject: My Mother, Myself by Alisha Lez/Incest

			My Mother, Myself By Alisha

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I have only a little remembrances of my father. He was an Army man fighting
at the borders. He was killed in an accident, which occurred on the
north-east frontiers. The lorry carrying him exploded when it ran over a
land mine and they could gather only ashes of my father. I was at age 10
when politicians and army soldiers brought his ashes to my home. There was
a big function and all praised for my father's bravery and promised us a
lot of money as compensation. It was moments of pride for me to hear
everyone praising my father's bravery.

 Did he deserve the appraisals? , I am still in doubt. I was born in the
next year of his marriage. He used to come home only for one month in a
year.  He would appear with a big iron trunk carried by some native coolie
and his green holdall, which would be full with bottles of rum. Those days
were not much enthusiastic for me anyway. I was sleeping with my mother
before my father's visits. But when he came, I was thrown out to sleep in
another room with our servant. Our servant was a middle-aged woman about 45
years at that time. She used to sleep on the floor on a mat. But when I was
moved out of my parent's bedroom, my mother asked her to sleep in my bed. I
had the habit of seeing bad dreams in the night and crying aloud, so my
mother decided to keep company while I slept. Our servant was very happy to
get such an opportunity to share a comfortable bed with me. I was not much
interested to sleep with her, as she was not beautiful and graceful like my
mom. She always scratched her hair and I was sure she is having a lot of
lice in her hair.

My father spent most of the time drinking rum which he had brought in big
cartons and other than that he brought only very little things like one
sary for my mother and a dress for me which always were larger the size for
me. As soon as people heard my father had come, they came to our house and
everyone of them was rewarded with a glass of rum by my father. At evening
they would come and gather around my father who would be sitting on an easy
chair.  The neighbours would be sitting on the floor or standing outside to
hear the war stories. My father would start boasting about the wars he
participated and the guerilla warfare fought by enemies. I suspected that
he had been proficient in exaggerating the stories and most of the time he
would be telling humbugs. But no one dared to question him. Everyone knew
that at the end of the story he would get another glass of rum from him.
He told them extremely wild lies. One day I heard them telling that in icy
mountains it was not possible to urinate. People were asking him curiously
then how would men survive without urinating. He then told them with a grin
that, they would break the stream into pieces using his fingers. What he
was conveying that the urine stream would be freezed as soon as it
originates and it would be instantly converted to a bow like ice segment
from his penis!!.  Imagine the stream of urine as a freezed ice bow
starting from tip of his penis and ending at icy mountain!. I wondered if
he was true then how would be the sight of a woman urinate. Perhaps a set
of icy streams all around our pussy!.  But people laughed aloud hearing
such humbugs.  After the story there would normally be a "Yo, ho, ho and a
bottle of rum " as in the story "Treasure Island". After one or two weeks
his stock of rum would get reduced, and people may get only diluted rum
with a lot of water. As the days pass by the amount of water in the rum
would be increased.  At last when the diluted rum becomes equivalent to
plain water, people would stop coming to our house. Then my father would
start hunting for the audience. He would start visiting the country liquor
shops and would drink country liquour called 'Jesus' with a foul smell. The
liquor is called 'Jesus' because if one drink large amount of it, he would
stand up only on the third day like Jesus resurrected.  The ingredients
which causes such kick are centipedes and spiders added to a mixture of
jaggery and cane juice.  My mother would have to suffer the ugly smell but
she never dared to complain.  As days went by his money also would shrunk
and he would pledge my mother's ornaments and borrow money. When all of my
mother's ornaments are pledged he would take my earrings and sell them at
the local pawnshop. The next day he would disappear to his battle fields at
the frontiers by train. Nobody would be there to accompany him or wave of
except my mother and me.  His relatives were not much helpful, as they did
not like his marriage with my mother. As per the caste system my mother
belonged to an inferior caste than their caste. My father married her after
falling in love with her beauty and ignored his relative's opinion. I have
never seen my father doing anything worthwhile when he was around. He never
showed much attention and love to me. He would slap my buttocks often to
show his affection. I had been craving for a father's affection like other
children in my school, who used to take them to festivals, buy them good
clothes and always affectionate. But my father was a ruffian type and when
I heard he was dead, I did not feel much sorrow. Plainly speaking I was
really happy to get my mother's sole affection to me.

My father was very brave according to the army men and politicians. But I
still doubt it. He was scared even to kill a hen. It was my mother who used
to kill chicken, duck etc and cook delicious food for him. He told that he
would become faint if he saw blood , when chicken is killed.  The only
other thing in life that interested him other than rum was sex. He used his
vacation fully to screw my mother. He would fuck her at noon and all over
the night. We had a small house and there was not much privacy offered.
There was only a bed room and a kitchen and a hall. The walls were made of
mud and house was roofed with coconut leaves. As soon as supper is over I
would be sent out to the hall along with our servant. Our servant was an
aunt of some distant relation. She always smelled of sweat and oil. My
mother would bath every night before sleep and she would be fragrant and
clean. When I lay next to her I always feel her sweet fragrance and her
breath was like camphor. I loved the warmth of her soft body. On rainy
nights and winter seasons she would hug me close to her chest and we would
sleep beautifully in a close embrace.

When my father came on vacation, I was deprived my mother's company in bed
for a whole month. I pleaded them to allow me to sleep between them like my
friends at school. But my father never permitted me to sleep with him
neglecting my mother's request to allow my request even for one day. I was
aware of sex till I was eight years old. The basic sex lessons were learnt
from our servant. I was directed by mom to call our servant as 'aunty' as
she was related to us.  It was during one of my father's vacation she
started teaching me sex. She would sleep by my side and I would turn my
face away from her as I did not want her to hug me like my mother did. On
one night I wake up feeling a commotion beside me. I tried to find the
cause and looked at my bedmate. To my surprise I found that she was not
wearing any blouse. Normally she would wear a blouse and a dhoti and her
midriff would be uncovered. I knew that she would not wear any
undergarments like my mother. It was not common in the countryside for
women to wear underwear unless they are attending some functions or
festivals.  Panties were never heard of and still it continues the same in
our countrysides. There was enough moonlight coming through the windows and
worn out roof.  I could see her big breasts like two watermelons. They were
double the size than my mother's. But they never looked such big when she
walked. She was saying something inaudible in her sleep and there was no
blanket on her. I looked at those big balloons. They had two nipples like
two peanuts. She scratched at her armpits in her sleep. I looked there and
saw for my astonishment that she had thick growth of black hair under her
arms. I never thought women would have hairs other than on their head. I
had never seen grown up women naked.

I looked at our servant's armpits again and I found that she had as much
hair like my father in her underarms. My father shaved them once in a while
but my aunty seemed to be never been shaved in that region. I moved my face
close to her armpits and I could smell a strong musky but somewhat exciting
smell. It was not a repulsive one.  I felt a strange attraction towards
it. The smell contained of soap, sweat and some other animally musky
odour. It was stronger than my mother's. My mother always smelled like
sandalwood. But our servant's smell was more raw and very exciting in a
way. I inhaled it for some time and I felt something itchy between my
legs. I rubbed at my cunt. My pussy was also getting excited which I never
felt earlier. I moved my finger to my nose and smelled it. I was surprised
the smell was almost the same like my aunt servant's hairy armpits. I was
thinking she was ugly like an old cow.  But when I found out that she
smelled like my own pussy, I felt my repulsion towards her melting away. I
moved my face towards her and I hugged her. I might have slept like that,
when it was early morning I found my aunt adjusting her blouse and
unlocking the door. I guessed that she was going out for her morning
chores. There was a silence for one minute. Then I heard a sound of a
shower suddenly open.  I guessed that she was urinating close to our
house. She came back and lay by my side. I again put my hands on her and it
might have surprised her. She might had felt earlier that I was only half
willing to share my bed with her. My sudden hugging at her might have
surprised and pleased her. I felt her arms too closing me and I was gone to
sleep once again in her close embrace.

One the next night I did not sleep as soon as I found bed. My servant aunt
waited for some time to shed her blouse away until I am asleep. After about
ten minutes she unhooked her blouse and put it on the cot above her head. I
was happy and I began moving towards her inch by inch. The faint smell of
her bushy pits was attracting me like a moth to a fire. She might have
guessed my change of habit of sleeping away from her. She then moved
towards me and one of her breasts was now very close to my face. I was
getting more and more excited. She was keeping her breasts so close to me
only at a hair distance. Was she tempting me, it was a full moon day. I had
heard that on full moon day human beings and animals get sexually excited
to their peak. It was on full moon days our cows were taken to impregnate
by oxen. When full moon days come, I had heard my mother asking our
servants to take the cow to the house to impregnate. In our village one
fellow was keeping two oxen for mating purposes.  The villagers would take
their cows to his place and he would allow his oxen to mate with the
cows. I had heard the comments and giggles about the cows impregnation and
the disappointment of my mother when she saw a sticky substance oozing out
of the cow's back. Later I knew that it was the menstruation of cows, which
indicated that the impregnation failed. The cow had to be taken once again
to the ox master.

One day I happened to see the event with my own eyes.  One of our cows was
not getting pregnant irrespective of so many attempts and the ox master
decided to come to our house and repeat the procedure in front of our eyes
so that we would be satisfied with the performance. (We have to give money
each time for making his oxen fuck our cows.) My mother and servant was
giggling from the morning itself when they heard about the event. The
indication of a cow on heat is it's cries at nights.  The cry has a
particular rhythm, which is highly irritating to our sleep. When the cries
started my mother would say the time has come to take cow for mating. The
artificial insemination was not popular at that time. Nowadays there is a
cultural forum for demanding genuine sexual pleasure for animals. The
protagonists argue that by adopting artificial insemination humans are
denying sexual pleasure to animals. Some other fellow had recently
published a paper saying that there is developed lesbian tendencies between
cows due to the artificial insemination.  He argues that cows jump over
other cows when in heat and this is a clear indication that the cow has
become a lesbian!. I bet he will be awarded soon with a doctorate and
perhaps some foreign award for protecting animal rights.

The ox master came with his ox and waited under a neem tree. The tree is
believed to help potency.  The oil is given to animals to increase their
potency. The leaves of the trees when chewed with some herbs is believed to
dramatically increase virility of men. My mother made loose of our cow and
took her near the tree. As soon as the ox saw the cow, his penis started to
move out. It was looking very red and the tip was conical like an
arrowhead. My mother asked me to go inside but I insisted to stay with her.
The ox master commented, "Let her learn how to screw madam, women should
learn such things by this way". Our servant too joined the occasion and she
took me away to a safe distance to view the spectacle. My mother's face was
red with blush and ox master was grinning at my mother and servant
alternately. Soon the penis of the ox became fully out of its sheath and he
jumped over the cow. The cow tried to escape but my mother pushed it near
the ox. Then I saw ox standing on its two legs and the red big penis of the
ox disappearing into the back hole of cow. I did not distinguish the
difference between the two holes of the cow at that time. I was thinking
that the ox was fucking in the asshole where cow dung comes out. Only later
I understood that there is another hole below the asshole for cows. It was
just for two minutes. The ox then stood once again on its fours. My servant
was standing at the back of me. She was hugging me from behind and I felt
her palm was closely pressed to my pussy over my skirt.  Then the ox master
said that he would allow his ox once again to screw the cow.  I saw some
white paste oozing out of its penis, which was also deposited in our cow's
hole. Again the ox master patted his ox on its back and I think it was a
signal. The ox again stood on the two legs and penetrated the cow. The cow
showed least interest in the activity. The persons who were more interested
in the insemination were the ox-master, my mother, our servant and to some
extent me too.  The ox master was rubbing his own penis as if natural and
was sending some signs at our servant. I felt her fingers rubbing on my
pussy over my skirt when the ox penetrated the cow for the second time. I
did not think much of it at that time.  The ox master tried a third attempt
but both the cow and ox showed little interest in it.  The ox master tried
to rub the penis of his ox to make him big. But he was just chewing some
leaves and after some time the ox master left his idea. "Madam, I bet this
time your cow will deliver a calf", he said to my mother. My mother gave
him ten rupees and he went away with his ox. There was no parting grin
between the cow and ox. How uncultured are the animals, I thought.

Coming back to the story, I was so close to our servant's boobs. They were
looking at me with their big nipples like a cream cake on the display of a
bakery. My mouth was watering to touch them. What would happen if I touch
them, Would my servant repel or think ill of me?. I was in doubt, but I was
craving to touch them. The nipple was so close to my face as if silently
begging me "suck me, suck me". I still lacked courage. But soon my problem
was solved. The servant moved in her sleep and her nipple touched my
lips. It was feeling like a dried grape fruit. I opened my lips a bit so
that the nipple may be partially inside my lips. I touched it with the tip
of my tongue and tasted. It was salty. I did not try to drink it neither
did I leave it from my lips. Then I saw that the nipple was no longer in
its dried fruit condition. It was getting bigger, I doubted. I parted my
lips more and now the nipple was fully inside my lips. I did not leave
it. I felt the nipple is getting bigger and now its much oily too. I left
it for a while and looked at it. It was now more dark and was now a raw
grape fruit. I took it once again and imitated the long forgotten breast
sucking. I sucked the nipples twice or thrice. There was no sign of
movement from our servant. I opened my mouth wider until her areola was
fully in my mouth. There was only the salty taste and no sign of milk.

I did not get any response from our servant. I was more encouraged and I
decided to feel her other boob. I reached my hand and placed on her other
boob and waited for response. But there was none. I cupped it once with
fear. Still no move!.  I could not take my hands away from the fascinating
globes of our servant aunty. Then I felt her other nipples is also getting
bigger in my palm. I pulled them out.  It was jutting like a sore
thumb. Then I feel one hand on my palm. "Little girl, what are you doing,
where did you learn these?", my servant was actually wake up. Oh, God!,
what would I reply. Would she tell my mother? I cursed myself for going to
such extremes. I retarded quickly and tried to turn away. "No dear, you
should finish what you have started. I am not angry with you. I just played
a joke". She turned my face towards her chest and pushed my head close to
her breasts. I started sucking her breasts like a starving child. She used
both of her hands to guide her mammoth breasts to my eager mouth. I was
more than happy to accept them. While I was busy sucking her, I felt her
hands opening my blouse and her fingers found my nipples. They were just
like two black coins on my flat chest. But she pinched my very little
nipples as if taking an ant from its den. But I found her naughty acts
exciting me. I had done both of her breasts for more than ten rounds. "
Suck between the breasts, dear, yes, suck it all, yah, that's good,
yes!..go on..go on", she was murmuring. My nipples have become the size of
a bug by her pinching. She then moved her hands over her shoulders and
offered her hairy armpits to my face. "Now suck my armpits, I know you have
been waiting for it, Suck it well, take all the hair in your mouth. Yes,
that's it, good, dear you are a good learner!, oh, you little humbug, you
know everything.  Who teach you, your mother?, no , not there, yes, there,
yes.yes...ssss...ha ah ha ", my servant was getting wild with her
moves and her abusive words.

"Ok, dear, you sweet, you are so good, I love you", saying this she hiked
my skirt and started to rub all over my small hairless mound. Was it
possible to give sexual pleasure to a nine year old girl, you may wonder.
But yes, its damn possible. I experienced my first orgasm in my life at the
mercy of her fingers. No, there was no ejaculation or convulsion nothing
like that. But I experienced a jerk, as if a we beat on a spring. The
vibrations were similar to me. I don't know how to describe it more than
that.  My servant chuckled in the darkness as she knew she had won. "Now,
don't you want to see my cunt.  Give me your hand, feel it", she took my
hand to her cunt. It was damn hairy than her pits. The mat of hair was
immense. I felt like I was touching the strands of a coir mat. Her cunt
hair was thick and they were spread out all over her belly. Where was its
origin?. Were they originate from her pussy hole and spread to all over her
belly and her belly button was not visible by her spread cunt hair. They
were of a coarse type, never shaved in her whole life. "You can feel it
later, now suck it, as you sucked my armpit", with this she pushed my face
to her hairy cunt. I did not know what she expected. I tried to suck like
her pits. Her cunt was smelling strong of urine, musk and acid. She used
her fingers to comb her thick cunt hairs and spread her cunt lips wide, and
kept my face fixed to the point at which she wanted me to concentrate. I
followed her clue and learnt my first cunt sucking at that night. When she
had done she stood up and unlocked the door and went out to urinate. I also
followed her. We sat on the ground facing each other. I saw a stream of
urine starting from her forest and like a water fall it spread all over the
ground in half a meter diameter. In the darkness I could not get much view
of her pussy.  When we had done we entered the house once again and locked
the door.

She hugged me close to her chest like my mother. I lost all of my
reservations against her. From that night she became my sex teacher. The
next day she performed cunnilingus on me. She took a lot of time to get my
small pussy to wake up and I was eaten. Then I returned the favour to
her. She asked me to lick her asshole too. I was reluctant first but soon I
became an expert ass licker. On one night, while she was cuddling me she
asked , "Have you seen your mother's pussy?". "No" I said with blush. I had
never thought about seeing my mother's private parts until that instant.
But her question invoked a desire in me. I wanted to see another matured
cunt. And my mother's cunt would give me a clear idea how mine will look
like when I grow up. I asked myself, Will she has a hairy cunt? Will she
has hair on her armpits. How will her cunt smell? How big it is?. I
wondered about those things. Our servant was making me to submit before
evil. Had I gone mad? Thinking about my mother's nudity. I cursed
myself. "Don't worry, I know you want. Every woman is curious to see
another woman's cunt and tits.  Tomorrow I will show it to you", she said
to me. I was doubly excited. To show my gratitude I licked her cunt and
inserted my tongue deep into her asshole to as much as I could penetrate.

The next day our servant asked my mother. "Saru, Look at your skin, its
very dry and see there are scratch marks all over it. Is your military
scratching you all the night.  You are getting dry skinned. In this climate
you have to do telmalish(oil bath) once in a while. I will do it to you".
My mother looked at her hands and blushed at the servants words. "Okay, we
will do it afternoon when he will go to to toddy shop". When the lunch was
over, my father took a net and proceeded to fishing with some natives. We
knew from experience that he could never caught a fish and would come empty
handed but his belly full of country liquor. He was not expected till the
night, when supper is ready. There was a small open bathroom with walls
made by coconut leaves. There was no roof. These types of bathrooms are
common in our country sides. There are persons who hide themselves in long
trees and watch women take bath in such bathrooms. The women may not get a
clue of his presence as they would calculate the probable time of every
woman's bath in the countryside and would hide on trees hours earlier and
wait patiently. Most of the women are used to bath in public at ponds and
riversides and in those days no one bothered much about exhibiting their
nudity. But nowadays Women have become more bothered about nudity in public
and bath only in bathrooms. Some switch off light when bathing fearing that
some voyeur may be hiding outside to see her nudity. But voyeurs cannot be
stopped. They adopt more advanced techniques like peeping cameras and the
next result is that you can see your own nude pictures or your own
lovemaking on internet. Those days were of free sex and no sex crimes were
reported at that time. The men would masturbate sitting on trees and its no
harm for anybody unless the semen fall on the bathing beauty below him.

Our servant took a big earthern pot to the bathroom and filled water it
it. She then nodded to my mother who took her bathing towel and a bowl of
oil with her. I was standing near the bathroom. But my mother asked me to
go away and play. I retired to the kitchen and standing in kitchen I could
see the bathroom. I saw my mother's red blouse put on the walls followed by
her cotton type brassieres.  I felt my cunt getting warm thinking about the
site inside those walls. Then I saw my mother's dhoti and loin cloth. I
could not believe the excitement I felt thinking about my mother's nudity
which was not visible to me anyway. For about ten minutes there was no sign
of movement there. Then I moved to the kitchen door and looked outside.
Then I saw our servant emerged from the bathroom and proceeds towards the
well. She took one more bucket full of water and disappeared with it into
the bathroom and she gave me a sign to wait patiently. Then I heard our
servant calling my name and she asked me to bring more coconut oil to
her. I took the bottle and rushed to the bathroom.

I looked eagerly in the bathroom. I was stunned to see my mother sitting
naked on a low stool with her back to me. Her milky white body which was
plump in nature.  Her fat buttocks were visible to my feasting eyes. She
could defeat a sumo wrester in the department of fat buttocks. All she had
on her was a black string with a locket around her waist. I felt my head
spinning. My pussy was heated like an iron plugged on. My god, my mother
was such a beautiful creature. But I heard my mother saying to the servant
"send her away". "Ok ,go girl" said our servant and at the same time signed
me to wait. My mother could not see me from her angle as she was facing the
wall opposite to me.  The servant understood my eagerness to see my
mother's frontal nudity. She took some oil from the bowl and asked my
mother to shut her eyes and in the very next instant she applied a generous
amount of oil on her face especially on her eyes. If she opened her eyes
the oil would enter her eyes and it would be pain. The servant began a
facial using her fingers and she moved around my mother and forced my
mother to turn around without her notice. My mother was shutting her eyes
so tight because she was fearing the oil may enter her eyes in any
instant. Our servant started to massage her broad back with such force that
she began slowly turn towards me. Her buttocks were already coated with a
heavy amount of oil so that the turning was easily made without any
friction. I was aroused to my maximum viewing my mother's nudity. How
smooth was her back glistening with oil. Slowly she was turned on the
wooden stool and was offering me her frontal nudity. Finally I got what I
was craving for. My mother was turned about 90 degree and I could see her
beautiful breasts and the origin of me!. What a beauty was my mother!. None
in our village could compete with her. Look at her breasts how beautiful
are they. Both of them looked like big lemons with ivory colour. Her
breasts were bit sagged but they were a cute pair. I looked eagerly at her
dear nipples. As our servant was rubbing oil on her back her breasts were
dangling left and right with their conical shape when my mother kneel. I
loved the change of shape of well rounded breasts turning conical when my
mother was forced to the floor by pressure on her back. I was craving for
an opportunity to jump and grab them and suck at them once again long after
my childhood. My mother was having problems with oil getting into her
eyes. She was pleading our servant to hurry up. But the servant replied
that the oil massage should not be done in a hurry.  "Saru, let the oil get
to your skin. Don't open your eyes, I will be done soon". She extended her
hands from my mother's back and with a wicked grin at me grabbed my
mother's dangling tits. I thought my mother would protest. But she did not
say anything. The servant began massaging her dangling tits and
occasionally rubbed their tips and my mother was enjoying it. "Saru, your
tits have become sagging in a week. Your military is making them bigger
too. Look at these marks, I am sure he has bitten you there. Look at these
red scars. What is he doing all night, scratching you like a cat?", the
servant was asking her and invited my attention to the marks she noticed
using her eyes. "Don't say rubbish, chechy(elder sister)", my mother
said. "You little humbug, how do you feel when I milk you. Do your husband
pleasure you like this?", she was getting more bold. She was leaning on my
mother's nude body and I remembered the ox jumped on our cow.

I could not see my birthplace between her legs correctly. I was eagerly
looking down, but could see only a dark mat of hair. Our servant understood
my need. She lifted my mother's fat buttocks giving her hint to stand
up. Now my mother was standing nude before my feasting eyes. The black
string on her midriff was very sexy on her. I had no such strings. My
mother had a big cunt but not much hairy.  The servant applied oil on her
cunt and asked, "Saru, where is the forest between your legs. Have you
cleaned it for your husband?". I got the clue, she was conveying me that my
mother had a big forest between her legs earlier. The servant put on hand
directly on my mother's cunt leading it between her legs and cupped her
vagina from downside. She moved her hands with speed so that her clitoris
was jutting out. She spread her vaginal folds using her fingers showing me
the rose inner lips. What surprised me was that my mother never offered any
resistance to the servant's blatant attacks at her body. Then she soaped
her giving enough room for me to feast my eyes on my mother. After the
soaping was over, she gave me signal to leave the place. I moved away
reluctantly without making any footsteps. Then I heard pouring of water on
her.

I went again to the kitchen and waited. I could guess that the bath was
going to be completed. One by one her dresses disappeared from the wall and
I guessed she was dressing again. I was rubbing on my pussy top like what
my servant taught. Then I saw mother coming out of the bathroom and I
retired to the other room. When my mother came to the room, I was reading a
book. She was in a merry mood, she was humming a song and looked at me and
gave me a warm smile of affection and love. She did not suspect that her
daughter was peeping on her and was fingering.  She gave me a kiss and gone
to kitchen to make tea. I was thinking about my father's luck. He could do
whatever he want on my beautiful mom. But I was curious what did they do at
night. Did he jump over her like the ox? Did my mother stand on her fours
before him? Did my father had a penis with red top? How did my mother
behave then? Was she reluctant like the cow?

My questions were soon answered in that night.

(To be continued)

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