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Well, I was very happy because they increased the visits to my blog, according to statistics from the server, 100, 150 every day.

And I wondered what people saw, they looked, but did not know how to find the data.

Until I found it, and now I have statistics, data, where visitors come, they look, how long are on the page ...

and there is disgust.

Of the 100 visits there as half or something else that they are robots, spiders, and other creatures that swarm over the network. Save the information in the unlikely day when someone asks. And the other half at least 30 re-enter and leave immediately. And that's what I do not understand very well, I think that those who ask for "French corridor" (by far the most popular question) want to know something of what a French corridor. And I think that explains it.

With first hand experience (and never better employed), I write a real story about this and goes away without reading it? but what I was looking for? perhaps in this generation of illiterate, will be looking for pictures of cocks stuffed into holes in the wall as a girl in high heels she sucks?

Another conclusion, that surprises me is that the stories are not interested parties in conferences as stories. The serialized novels apparently ended in the nineteenth century. We are the generation of speed and immediate gratification, if it does not, we turn to something else.

It seems that you read two posts in a row on the same topic last week was the massage, should read the third. But no. Is bored. And the conclusion, Chapter 6 I hung yesterday, has not been read by anyone.

Well, I mean bad, because they are the "feeds", ie people signing up to receive the blog when you write. But if you read it or not, that's more difficult to know. And there I found out (the truth is that I have not made it) if a "feed" feed readers or many to one. For example, google it "feeds". It is distributed to one or ten?

And more, in addition to the feeds, people do not come by post the day. That is, there are very few who remember the pecesdecolores to go to reap the harvest of the day ...

And above all, what is amazing are the terms of search, they hide, as I said a post yesterday, stories ... for example:

fucking a porn video amanita
Vietnamese want to say?
qe fucking video dick looks good to me a straw
This at least is very clear, here is the happiness of semantic search engines
I do not like goldfish
and that doing here?
if we are in a dark room that allows us to see?
profound question
by infidel hang your fucking video
there are bad people
tits rubs me caressing my arms
a true Alexandrian, with intermediate break
if you put two people back forever is it separate?
philosophical questions

good, and there are more, I leave the last two

pictures of a spider and a fly caught in it
because if you caught the web, and you got to fish where if there is photo of spider, but not fly
and the most surreal and disturbing
can go in a preoperative analysis?

I hope you have performed well ...

For morning hang over some of the posts read of the month, so rest ...

greetings to all my dear grasshopper and grasshoppers

until next month

Dear readers you arrive to this page looking for ... do not know why.

Well I do know what, as I indicated in the system. I know that strange ways of searching you have come to the aquarium with colorful fish.

Sure Do not be alarmed, I know how did you come up here, I know more. Not who you are or where you come (well, the country where if you are connected), and, above all, what has led you to click on a name as unlikely as lospecesdecolores.com. But what you have done, and here you are.

I do not know what is your story, but when you arrive here with search phrases like "my girlfriend fucked in a hallway the French" (if it's just get their hands and not being able to fuck!), Or "in the massage parlors , masturbates "(but of course, of course!) or even" fuck while you pluck the eggs, "there is a history, some concerns, an imagination. The blog author, inventor of stories, to recognize that his fantasy is not enough to think about how you can be fucking one while you pluck the eggs, but why you are the readers, to give ideas.

But this is not the steal of the search phrases, if not the share

That if you are interested in any particular topic, I leave it for comment, so anonymous as you like. The only published comment after I read it, and if you approve ... so, why do not you leave the question, history, and I use it as a script and write "your" story?

Total feeling of urgency, to dedicate a little more to the body, with forays to my member. Two or three moves up and down, and over the eggs, the ass, another touch ... and my body is just my sex, I do not notice anything more than the thick blood circulating, the beating of my heart passed on my penis. It becomes annoying, and while pleasant, it is difficult to explain this mixture. I notice in one of his touch that engarfian the toes. She also notices, and he knows that is the prologue of orgasm, and better done, work it, and I my wish, so that dumps a little more oil on your hands, imprison me with one hand, with the other caresses my balls and the point A (somewhere between eggs and ass), their movements coupled mine, my body, my pelvis involuntarily goes to meet his hand when it goes down my body, and found in the eternal movement, while her other hand alternating positions.

I look at her face, concentrating on her work, concentrated in his hands on my body, smile if you see the look (sometimes it is not, depends, other masseurs who close their eyes, I always wonder if by education, shyness, eagerness not to disturb the patient, or fantasizing that would make her boyfriend), Tatiana, looks at his hands that imprison my sex, the movements of my body, my toes, with professional interest, I explained that well can adjust the pace of the client to orgasm.

Since I closed my legs, I notice that the tension of the last quarter of an hour is pushing out, and she, who also feels the sudden tension in my body, a little pressure on the sexual chakra, orange immediately above the penis.

It is immediate, I feel the rise of pleasure, my whole body tense, to be poured into warm spurts, thrown over my body the first, sliding through his hands last. When my spasms have still not let me finish, if not with gentle pressure and slow movements even manages to prolong for a few endless seconds orgasm, until my legs are closed and, almost inadvertently put my hand on hers to be stand still. We are so few seconds, I catch my breath, while some last drops of whitish drained my cock. I can not anymore. She is separated gently cleanses me the most spectacular with a handkerchief, I cover with a paper towel and gives me a blanket over it.

"- Stay your time, care when you awake, do not go down, when you're ready to go to the bathroom, gives two knocks on the door but do not leave you alone"

And that I do, I'll take a few minutes catching her breath, feeling numbness down, as I feel no desire, as I am ready to endure another week with my hands as the only accompaniment

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And so I stayed quiet and relaxed. The picture illustrates how much, but it was ugly to put here, nor am I, but leave it as a link for which feels curious to know which photo was

When I explained to my friends that I liked the massage, and privacy and energy transfer between the masseuse and I demanded an end to masturbation, that if manual, and that was a necessary adjunct to massage, not understand the concept of "need." Nor commonly understood that an act of love could be transformed into a mechanical act.

Going to need ... it is not necessary, now, if it was when I started. I turn now to another type of massage, including reflexology, which are just relaxing, and when he ended only when I turn to put your socks. But as I said in the first post of this series, I came to massage sexual need. If then, after an hour of oil massage and full body contact, I went with a "relaxation manual", is jumping over the skirts first saw it, were a priest's cassock, or robe of a magistrate. So it was absolutely necessary to the vent end.

And as a mechanical act, yes. It is a mechanical act. I do not want anything to do with the masseuse, only to feel his hands, causing the rise of physical desire, the climax, and relaxation accordingly. It is not the same thing done with a partner. The results are identical, in fact, a few milliliters expelled. But neither the context nor the feelings are. The very fact that masturbation is looking for manual or mouth, or between the breasts, and the girl alone and dressed means, I think, this will keep a distance.

Well, after the philosophies, touch her hair. I remind you that the massage so much discomfort I had created with his "effleurage" in the end I had proposed to turn over in bed, and here I was raised with all the apparatus, and without any shame. Finally, I thought, for the massage should not be even the first time I saw an erect penis (which had also had its morbid, maybe another day I tell, but it has happened to me a couple of times), and my was (and is) a sense of pride, not shame me display.

To meet the record, is now devoted to my stomach and lower abdomen, but of course, stumbling at every moment with my member, standing in the way. We're in the homestretch. Glances at the clock, hoping that I take a long, asks if I want another pillow under your head, I say that if, finally, I want to see what it does, and asks if I want to take off her blouse, but I can not play. The truth is I do not need, nor part of the initial agreement, so I'm content with the cushion, I have a perfect view of my body, standing in line with the pulsations of the heart beats.

I see you put more oil on the hands (so if, while physical contact), is the rub for the oil is at body temperature and was held in one hand while stroking the other eggs. That's just the beginning, are the run, but I realize I will not resist long. I tighten the legs, and she, who, lest we forget, is a professional and knows what he's doing, it detects the urgency, and know that's bad for business. That if Mr. ends soon, orgasm is less relaxing. Once I asked a massage therapist friend of mine who took the time (remember that I am taxonomist by profession - no taxidermy, taxonomist -), since she started the massage purely sexual until Mr. came. And if Mr. ended quickly (say, less than a couple of minutes), she, professional conscience, was forced to wait a little and repeat the operation. In summary, premature ejaculation, if not detected early, make the massage longer. Curiosities of life. If anyone is interested, I can pass the table.

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Happens to the legs, making a tough job with fists, descontracturar both calves and thighs. As you will see, there is nothing sensual. The gentle movements, the smell of incense and oil let me transposed. Sometimes it is asleep directly, more often than is a state of meditation in which one is unable to move, but is reasonably aware, and can direct your thoughts. It's like the dozing state which is reached after a good night's sleep. But of course, only be reached through the silence.

Sometimes the masseuses talk, as the French say, "et à travers à tort", ie, erroneously and evil. We ask questions about our work, always refer to the same subjects, that if the stress that if the trip ... And it's not accurate. At least for me. I am there to get a massage, I would go if he wanted to talk to a taxi . A good massage is recognized in his silence. Sometimes the masseuse comes to talking, I guess the client physical proximity forces them to try to break small talk, do not know. Maybe if you read these lines masseuse can leave your thoughts in writing, or going to some blog that describes the massage from the other side of the table.

And while I'm at my half-sleep, the masseuse goes on, saying nothing, lost in thought as I am in mine. Go up to the thighs, without incurring any excitement. I can not help but feel her breasts when she bends over to reach my other leg, but we're there to work, and I'm half crossed.

And we only hear the music, door closing, I feel the smell of incense and oil.

We have reached a total tune with the masseuse, guess what my body will do, is put in a position, when treating the inner thighs legs open a little when I bend your knees, let me do.

I'm probably asleep because I wake up feeling that technology has changed. Hard massage, hands and wrists has been the technique of "effleurage." The name, unusual in Spain, is beautiful, is a French word carefully remove the petals of flowers. It is touching the fingertips of the other body.

And we are already in full effleurage, I fully awake, his hands slide, almost without touching me, for my legs, inside of the thighs, quickly. It has become the goddess Khali with four arms, is everywhere, but especially in the neck, the neck, the tender skin of the inner arms, and above all, between her thighs.

As before I feel the pulse of my sex against the table. It feels hard, uncomfortable, back arching the body, it goes either directly between my legs, eggs, petting, making an effleurage of the area, while extending a little contact, rising shyly, as if involuntarily, to ass, first with a finger touches it and removed. Probably more of a man gets upset if you touch there, and that is why it proceeds with caution. I like, I almost want to open my legs a bit, and she interprets it as an invitation. It puts more oil on your hands, and stroking me all over the area.

The truth is that I no longer like me, I'm uncomfortable with swollen penis pinched between my body and the mattress. I move, I go a little ass, to make room, and with that he came nearer to his hand. I do not know how to get in that position I would be comfortable. All that calm, meditation and relaxation of the first part of the massage is now transformed into discomfort and desire. But her desire, her body, I want to remove this pressure is tormenting my body.

Tatiana is a professional and well perceive how I feel. I asked if I would not turn around

I do.

If I had a towel covering my, look like a tent. As I was naked, my body released, rises

penis, penis, erection, building, Nouvel, the Agbar tower

I'm ready

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For I remember that yesterday we were lying on the couch, his back to Tatiana, towel, that if, even in the waist

"- Want to continue with the towel?"

and this is the first turning point in the massage. If done with a towel makes a part of the body as "off limits". Stand there in the towel as a flag of shame (or embarrassment). And the massage should be also an act of trust and relaxation.

A first consideration, massage has a sensual component, even if it is a foot massage, because it crosses the barrier of distance. Overall we played only with people nearby. And the strokes are just an act to allow loved ones, partner or children. The massage is entering the personal space.

Trying to evade or ignore this intrusion is an exercise in hypocrisy. We can obviously limit the massage to the areas "authorized" and avoid those with a sexual connotation. But of course, a sports massage to prevent the buttocks makes no sense, and put oil massage on the buttocks and to monitor much where touch is an exercise in brinkmanship complicated, in which both parties are more aware of where they put their hands which of the therapeutic action.

And here we are what we are, so I ask Tatiana to remove the towel.

Decrease the light, puts music, light a scented candle par, I removed the towel.

I'm fine, comfortable, at ease.

clear only in sports massage, nor would music or go on candles. And we will probably lose a whole dimension of massage, sensual.

And it would be a shame.

Put oil on your hands, rub against each other, and I get their hands on the back. Do not move, I asked to breathe deeply. It is the rhythm of her breathing to mine, we are putting in phase. There are more or less esoteric disciplines, more or less oriental tuning speaking of energy, harmonization of quantum waves ... is possible, what I know is that the previous line is the difference between a professional massage and a straw with pretensions.

In this first contact, before any movement, and indicates that he will do well. Because there are girls who throw cold oil directly on the back like a salad dressing (God, is that no professional training courses?), The disk must play music that seems to be electrified in a stretcher.

"Do you like strong?" "I like strong, if, if you hurt me I tell you."

And start the massage ... what say? who likes massage knows what I speak, and no, the only chance to find out is try.

But there are more little details that few are aware, for example, do not waste any time in physical contact. When you put oil on the hands, by holding the hand that receives the oil in our back, when turns the table around us puts his hand on the neck, arm ...

And still the massage, start with the neck and low back runs, passes to the arms. As I have fallen off the arms of the couch, squats, and to keep the arm still bound in her thighs. I would only stretch your fingers to reach their privacy, but I know about that. O yes, but I can not know because I do not.

It puts more oil on your hands and continue for the lower back, buttocks are of interest. But massage, massage. His hands pull my skin from the inside out, and only touches inadvertently at some point, my ass. Immediately hands change position is obviously not the right moment.

Does it feel now? If the therapist is good, if massage is professional, above all, tranquility. The English have a special word for this transmission of calm, "soothing". The voice can be "soothing", movements can be "soothing". Is somewhat different from reassuring, since the Spanish word implies that you were nervous, or angry before. The professional moving his hands over my body, the softness of the cream, your hands and the music create a kind of nirvana in which pocket as if I dive in warm oil. She is also deep in thought, not talk, do not have much to say, at least at that time.

We are thus indefinitely, she is working the thighs, more specifically inside. This is where you get the second inflection, the first was the towel: the masseuse must treat the buttocks as a minefield? should shy away from the inner thighs?

Given that it crosses the barrier of privacy, how far should you get? If you put the barrier in the towel, of course. No towel, the border is more blurred, but could still keep the theory that we are in a social and intimate. Be lost, of course, this sense of being completely in the hands of another, this abdication of wills, this release does a little massage staff, outside conventions and requirements.

It is not our case, we come to what we have come, and we want to get renewed, body and spirit. And so we called for a "sports massage with happy ending"

We left because the masseuse on my thighs, and in this I notice that your hand goes up. I open my legs a bit, indicating that it is lawful, and then hand caresses my balls. I notice the familiar throbbing in my cock, erection incipient, hampered by his own table. Tonnage body a little to get comfortable, to let everything be put in place, we will not catch such a dislocated hand, and she takes advantage of leaving a little space between my body and the table to move his hand, felt looks like a check, and it probably is.

I think you want to see how easy it will be later in the second part of the massage.

Reassured - I guess - to see that everything works and you will not have undue difficulty, return to sports massage, continues through the calves, feet ...

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Well after yesterday's long introduction, let the massage parlor, you quietly, that you will not see. But first you have to choose. The offer is wide, in the newspapers there are lots. Select an ad that caught our attention, who specializes in massage (or at least they say) should be a guarantee, because we do not want sex, we want a good massage. Call us, we like the voice, we indicate availability, and away we go.

Call may be a flat or a room on the ground floor, we inspected through the peephole, and let us enter. We pass to a waiting room of a single chair, not like a doctor's office, where we all look. And we explain the house specialties: sports massages - must be made by a gymnast - Shiatsu - a Japanese - reductive - for a jivaro - and finally, what interests us, the sensitive. We ask questions and more specific in the sensitive, categories, classes within each subdivision, we have to opt between specialties abstruse, must be mastered, as in all the jargon of the specialty. We need to know the difference between a Thai from a Cuban, a Greek from a Frenchman. No, that's not a Frenchman:

French massage

We say (me who ye are listeners) who want a sports massage, finished with a manual.

That's the baseline of all the massages, the simplest, and therefore the cheapest. We want to put a specialty, the naked girl (extra 20 euros), Cuba finished (extra 30 euros), two girls (if one no longer just me!), Thai massage, Burmese (not made with hands, put picture, patience). No, we want the massage jug, that if made by a girl who knows sports massage.

Toulouse Lautrec

We are told that the girls now spend, and spend two, three, half a dozen, depending on the time and the size of the place.

- Hi, tania, a smile of boat peck on the cheek and leaves
- Hi, I'm Tatiana, the same ritual
and so the parade Yessica, sues, and other names unlikely.

Here is a photo of the girls while we were waiting

There, it's been all, we liked the smile of Tatiana. Comes in charge, to say that Tatiana has been our choice.

We passed a room where there is only one table, tells us that now reaches us naked Tatiana to take us to the shower, towel and slippers gives us. Nude with towel around his waist, we hope to Tatiana. Arrives, we took a shower, he says do not leave the bathroom, she come and get us, and that we do, disciplined. We are now, and for a time, in the hands of Tatiana.

We recovered in the bathroom cubicle brings us to the table, asking us to lie down with your back to it.

And for those who have come here ... cross out tachaaaa, The Burmese! I repeat here that has not been that we have chosen.

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Thinking of a friend who knows what I mean.

Well first things first ... I like massages. And I like to end up with a "happy ending", as they say fine, which is the same as saying, in plain, with a straw.

Massage

But that's the end, start at the beginning. Before writing a post, as they do (or should do) journalists, I document how they locate information graphics, pictures, drawings can be inserted, to aerate the text. And in general I go fishing to see what happens, but with some preconceived idea. And I was looking for this post about the massages, a photo of the most common situation, a man lying on a stretcher, if you can bare back seen with a lady or young lady, in white coat, massage.

Y sabeis qué? que en tal vez cincuenta paginas de fotos de google, buscando por “massage”, “erotic massage”, “sensual massage”, “tantric massage” y sus equivalentes en castellano, no he encontrado una sola foto de un señor en una camilla recibiendo un masaje. Señoras, a miles, pero señores, en foto o situación no pornográfica, no, ni uno.

Asi que la proxima vez que vaya a una casa de masajes, pediré a la masajista que me haga una foto, y la colgaré como ilustración del blog, y mi espalda se hará famosa en la Internet, para ilustrar lo que no está ilustrado. Seriously. It's a deal!

Bueno, una foto si que he encontrado finalmente, pero era un poco fuerte para ponerla de entrada, asi que la pondré al final del post, que vendrá por partes, esta es la primera.

Pues si, yo me aficioné al masaje debido a la tensión sexual.

Podría disfrazarlo, decir que me entusiasmaba que me hiciesen masajes, y que un día, como quien no quiere la cosa, me pilló una erección de caballo debajo de la toallita y la muy atenta masajista me preguntó si no estaba incómodo y si ella podía hacer algo por mí (eso fue realmente así, pero no sucedió la primera vez, también será adecuadamente explicado), ya partir de ahí me acostumbré. Podría decirlo, pero no fue así.

Aprovecho de todas maneras lo de la erección del caballo para presentaros un documento gráfico que guardé para ilustrar lo que es un mamporrero. Para los que no lo sabeis, mamporrero es la persona que ayuda al caballo a montar a la yegua, y cuya mano aparece en esta fotografia.

Pero volviendo al hilo de la tensión sexual, me costó años descubrir que, cuando tenía vida de anacoreta y debía ejercer de Simeon Estilita, sin pareja y solo en lo alto de mi columna, al cabo de unos días la consuetudinaria pajilla nocturnal, si bien ayudaba a superar el jet-lag proporcionando un sueño reparador (eso no lo he leido en ninguna revista de esas de divulgación aérea, pero os juro que es más eficaz que el jugo de zanahoria), no era suficiente a efectos de relajo sexual. Y aunque uno insistiese, con un empeño digno de mejor causa, y en lugar de una, fuesen dos, tampoco resolvían el asunto. Al poco subía (el deseo), y empezaba a desnudar con la vista a secretarias y oficinistas, y eso no estaba bien.

Me direis que no puede ser, que un orgasmo es un orgasmo es un orgasmo (a ver si se animan los buscadores), y que al final, el resultado es el mismo, te lo hayas provocado tu solito con tus manitas mirando a Miss November 2005 en el baño, o que sea la Miss November quien te lo provoque en persona. Personalmente, creo que no haría falta que me tocase la Miss, me mira y me corro por la pata pabajo.

Pero bueno, sea hecho por uno mismo, sea por la pareja, el resultado de un orgasmo debería ser el mismo, hacer bajar, entre otras cosas, las hormonas, y en consecuencia, el deseo.

Pues no es así, mis queridos pequeños saltamontes y saltamontesas, no es así.

El orgasmo provocado por uno mismo, no se si por su propia dinámica – es muy rápido -, o por otros motivos, es de muy corto alcance, sus efectos pasan rápido.

Mañana desarrollamos lo que sucede en la casa de masajes…

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But in the nudist beach, nude must be free from any sexual connotation, but obviously could not stop a still, pheromones, which are contagious, fired. And do not make any conscious effort ("I do not look at those tits," "I will not see the shaved pussy" - and there are women who are poor , Try another day when aesthetics is made public pubic-), is, that if required some learning - or rather, a certain habit to acquire - which helps avoid lustful thoughts.

Finally, it is more virtuous (mental) in a naturist beach in a textile beach.

It is normal life in the naturist beach, looking at the sea, watching the children, shared situational conversations with neighbors umbrella, and, although they are as naked as we do, we talk with them looking at their eyes, and not the crotch, as some might think. And if there are any comments to post to the couple, it's more about what has been said about what he saw.

Although, as and how, sometimes there are visions that almost call the comment.

And that is essentially naked naturist nude other than we're used to, which is part of sexual activity, and therefore is already associated with it. And so it creates a relationship naked = sex.

This relationship is breaking on a nudist beach (Cap d'Agde is another story.) A naked body is a naked body, without more, without incurring any sexual tension, and therefore, you can look at as you look at a body in a swimsuit.

Except, of course, if the naked person is the first day he takes off his clothes, and stands out in white against dark skin, the shape of the bikini absent, negative, except for the matte black felpudito. Ahí ya me resulta mucho más dificil disimular.

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Hoy si va de ictiología, bacalaos, tentaculos y peces abisales

Cuando he viajado fuera de España, y he comentado que detestaba entrar en el agua con el bañador (los que han probado de bañarse sin él me darán la razón) y que en general, en España, las mujeres estaban en la playa con las tetas al sol (si, ya sé, ni todas las mujeres ni todas las playas, pero el hecho es que hay mujeres con las tetas al aire en las playas españolas), y que, no solo eso, sino que existían playas naturistas, en las cuales la gente iba en bolas, y estaban abiertas al publico en general, no eran un guetto de desviados sexuales, siempre se han sorprendido de que pudiese estar desnudo delante de otras personas desnudas, sin tener pensamientos lúbricos, que por otra parte se ponen rápidamente en evidencia, al menos en los hombres.

Conociendome ya más intimamente, me preguntaban si ver tanta titi y tanta teta no me obligaba a pasar el dia en remojo, como los bacalaos, sabiendo lo rápido que me suben las emociones. Claro, no hablaban de titis, sino de lolas, no eran tetas, eran pechugas, y desde luego, no aparecían los bacalaos que no los hay, pero seguro que entendeis el sentido.

Y no, la verdad es que creo que se respira más sensualidad en una playa textil, donde siempre hay uno o dos hombres con miradas tentaculares, desnudando con la vista a toda mujer, mejor si es quinceañera, que se pone a tiro.

Y lo que sucede es que, en nuestra civilización, el desnudo no es inocente. El desnudo público está asociado o bien a la salud, o bien al sexo. Es decir, o nos desnudamos ante el médico, o nos desnudamos ante la pareja. E incluso he tenido parejas que no salían del baño hasta que la luz estuviese apagada, teniamos que follar cual peces abisales, en la oscuridad.

Y, al menos hoy, se justifica el nombre del blog

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