Preview: Fox Burglar, Part 3

Mia smiles with satisfaction, passing the coin back to the twins who pass it onto the seated woman, who pulls free the small and formerly concealed usb drive. She holds it up with a ruthless smile. “Whatever do we have here?”

“Porn!” you blurt out, “The weird kind, tentacles everywhere!”

The twins giggle. “And do you imagine yourself as the monster,” one starts, “or the ‘victim’?” the other finishes.

You try not to swallow your own tongue.

The twins nod to each other, “The victim.”

Your cheeks are burning. “Stop doing that!”

They both feign the most insincere innocence, ears conspiratorially flicking to each other as they fake gasp, “Doing what?”

“Stop, assuming things about me!”

“True things?” one asks, “Secret things?” the other finishes. They lean forwards again, large ears focussed on you, dark eyes brimming with excitement as they stare deep into yours, smiling. “Like how you want to be lost in pleasure?” “Overwhelmed by too many intense sensations?” “Made to orgasm until you beg for mercy?” “And receive none?” “Filled in every way all at -”

“Aha!” you point triumphantly. “Wrong! I actually have a strong gag reflex, so you got that one wrong!”

They both smirk. “And the rest?”

Your eyes widen.

Their ears tense with satisfaction. One of them chuckles and one of them chirrups, a sound that leaves you even more lost for words as they sit on the very edge of their seat, their white-tipped caramel tails whipping excitedly behind them, openly undressing you with their black eyes.

You find you can’t handle their gaze and keep your breath steady all at once. You look over at the seated woman, see her amber eyes alight with amusement, notice she’s holding a metallic-red phone with your usb-adaptor and drive both slotted into the base. Your heart skips a beat. But then you remember something, and you breathe out a small sigh of relief.

She smiles in amusement, holding up her phone to show the on-screen prompt. “One encrypted file. And the password is?”

You summon the last of your courage. “Okay, ready? No spaces, all caps, three words: go fuck yourself.”

Silence follows, long and unbearable. It’s almost a relief when you hear a low rumbling rise to fill it, Kana squeezing your shoulders as she growls right behind you.

“Kana!” Amelia and the seated woman say at once, Amelia continuing, “Stop, you’ll scare her!”

“GOOD!” Kana growls, her fingers like steel knives on your shoulders as her claws dig into your skin.

The seated woman does not yell, her voice staying dangerously level. “Kana, let go.”

Kana’s hands freeze. “But, but this little brat insulted you! She can’t get away with that!”

The seated woman’s ears fall. She sighs. “And so you’ll let her dictate your actions then? Give her complete control over what ‘can’ and ‘can’t’ happen? I taught you better than that.”

“I, I…” you’d never have imagined Kana lost for words, “I’ll teach her she can’t-”

“You’ll do nothing of the sought.” It’s not a command, but a statement of fact. “You’ll sit down and let Amelia take over.”

Kana slowly lets go, taking another stunned second to stand. She moves to sit heavily on the couch across from the smirking twins. Kana’s black ears flatten, and she crosses her arms and glares icy daggers at them. The cold of her slitted eyes becomes artic as she lowers her glare on you.

You’re grateful for the distraction of Amelia coming and kneeling behind you, her soft legs wrapping around yours, her arms reaching around your waist and your shoulders and pulling you back into her body. You’re still kneeling but are leaning back off balance, held up by Amelia’s warm softness pressing into you from behind, her breasts spreading across your back.

You shiver as she breathes in next to your ear, “There we are, all safe.” She’s holding around your body in a way that should feel sexual, could at any moment, but also feeling so warm and secure you can’t help but sink back into it with a contented sigh.

You feel her soft hair stroking your cheek as she leans down to your neck. “Now then.” You breathe in as she plants a warm kiss on the base of your neck, holding your breath as she continues, “won’t you please,” another soft kiss, “pretty please,” another, longer this time, her hot lips sucking the bridge of your neck and making your voice shiver out of you, “please be a good girl?”

You cry out softly, both at the pang of gender euphoria and at her lips sucking higher up your neck, making your spine arch into her as you lean back panting, hearing her implore, “Please, tell me what the password is?”

You hear yourself breathe out shakily, “G-g-go fuck yourself,” adding awkwardly, “S-sorry.”

You hear her make a sorrowful noise, feel a stab of pain at the memory of her hurt face, try to set your jaw against it. She’s manipulating you, can’t you see that?! You can, but she’s doing it so well, making you feel so loved and cared for that you don’t want to admit it isn’t real.

Distantly you hear the seated woman speak, her former sternness gone, replaced with one of brimming excitement. “Mia, would you be so kind as to help… convince our guest?”

Mia whines. You wonder again if you heard that right, and wonder doubly at how a whine could sound eager and needy. You feel her weight shift forwards on the mattress, shudder at the unexpected feeling of her knees pressing in between yours. She pushes outwards, opening your legs wider. Your black jeans become taut over your crotch, which is already feeling its own tension, a feeling you desperately try to push down for reasons that are becoming increasingly hard to remember. You look forward, see Mia right there in front of you, so beautiful and so thrilled to be there, breath coming in short, eager huffs as she leans forward over your body, her ears perked and pupils swollen round.

You can’t look away, even when you hear the seated woman add: “This should help.” You half see in your periphery her pass something to the twins, hear them giggle as they pass it down to Mia. She doesn’t look as her hand closes around it, her smile broadening.

She brings that clasped hand up your body, extending one finger and thumb, claws clinking around the pull of your vest’s zipper. She keeps staring into your eyes as she eases the zipper open.

You hear Amelia make that sorrowful noise that hurts your heart. You remember her arms around you as they reach inward above Mia’s descending touch, Amelia taking hold of the open center of your vest just as the zipper pops free. You breathe in as you feel her lean in to plead in your ear, “You don’t have to do this,” and pulls your vest open, sliding it down your unresisting arms.

You struggle to form words, your breath coming short and hard, all while trying to think of anything other than hard. “W-what, what do you mean?”

She slides the vest over your trembling hands, moving her waist back a little to pull the vest out from between your bodies. Then she takes hold of your sides and pulls you back into her warmth again, felt even more clearly now through your thinner top and the straps of your harness. Her voice is as warm as she is, inviting and invigorating as she whispers in your ear, “You could be mine.”

You breath out a shuddering whimper, try in vain to hear through your thundering pulse as she continues, “You could let me look after you, keep you safe. You just need to trust me, and tell me the password.”

You feel a sour pang of betrayal at the non-reveal of her agenda, that feeling taking root as Mia adds, “Or you could not.” You focus on her, letting her gaze hold you as her hands lay on your black top just above your breasts.

You hold your breath, until she reaches in to unclasp the upper buckle of your climbing harness with a meaningful click. She keeps staring excitedly into your eyes, drinking in your reactions as you feel her run her hands down your heaving chest and trembling stomach. She adjusts her grip with a high-pitched gasp, fingers reaching down your waist towards the well or tension you’re utterly failing to control.

You hold your breath, waiting, feeling her take hold of your lower buckle and unclasping it with another meaningful click that makes you whimper with disappointment.

Mia is breathing quickly again, her breaths making that huffing sound again as she stares at you with unconstrained excitement. She seems to take great effort to pull her hands away from your waist, reaching up to your shoulders to slide the upper straps of the climbing harness down your arms, dropping them over your hands. She leaves the harness hanging loose around your knees as she takes hold of your wrists, pulling just enough to make you feel her strength, and you hate yourself for how much that excites you!

You try to focus on something else, notice that one of her hands is only holding on with only three fingers, her index finger and thumb holding something else. But you are very much distracted as she leans forward over you again, bringing her lips so very close to yours that you can’t breathe, so close you can feel her voice inside your mouth as she groans, “I hope you don’t tell us the password.” She breathes out shakily over your lips, her tone high with need as she adds, “Because I’m really looking forward to making you scream it instead!”

You feel Amelia gently reach across your neck to cradle your jaw, turning your unresisting face to stare into hers, right before you, feeling her breath on your lips. “Oh please, Vili,” you breathe in her breath that just said your name, “please let me look after you. Tell me the password.”

You feel Mia’s breath moving down the exposed other side of your neck, feel her move all the way back up again to whisper desperately in your ear. “Please don’t.”

Your mind is so completely overwhelmed, your heart pulled in so many directions you just can’t keep up, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but frantically whimper, “Go fuck yourself?”

You hear Mia make that high pitched whine, letting go of your wrists and reaching eagerly up to you. You’re still looking into Amelia’s eyes, your heart hurting with her sorrowful frown as she lets you go. The pain swells as she does, so much more important than the small wet sound coming from Mia, as of someone putting something in their mouth. But all of that is forgotten as Mia takes your face in both hands, forcefully turning it away from Amelia and, without a word, pulling you into a desperate kiss.

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Preview: Fox Burglar, Part 2

Somehow you keep your heart from climbing out of your throat. You feign honest confusion, “You mean you didn’t order this family sized pizza?”

Again you feel Kana’s hand tense on your shoulder with the effort of not squeezing. One of the twins chuckles, their large ears lowering conspiratorially. You realise then that only the fluffy insides of their ears are white, the backs the same rich orangy-caramel colour as their short hair, but are very much distracted by them whispering loud enough for you to hear, “I hope it comes with extra sausage.”

Your face goes blank. Were this any other circumstance you’d have very pointed words to say about that, or at the very least a withering glare. But right now you’re still a bit too busy trying to control your thundering heart, grateful for the distraction of Kana flatly pointing out, “You’re not even holding a pizza.”

“Oh damn, I knew I was forgetting something! I’ll just go and - yep, okay staying right here.”

The seated woman regards Kana with a warning glare. Then she turns to the orange-haired woman. “Mia, would you be so kind as to search her?”

“Gladly!” Smiling excitedly, Mia holds your gaze the entire time as she comes forward to kneel before you on the bed. Right before you, the very naked and exquisitely beautiful woman kneeling on the bed right before you, making it easy not to look down when you can’t look away from her enchanting smile and eager blue eyes, her pupils swelled round with excitement.

You feel yourself blushing, try to look away, to notice any other detail - like how her skin is glossy smooth, her curled hair the colour of gleaming rust, and her ears the most fox-like yet, orange on the outside, creamy-white on the inside and tipped in glossy black.

Her ears perk. “You like my ears?”

You swallow, “They’re um, very… big.” You silently groan.

Mia chuckles, “Well, thank you.” She looks down at your lips, bites hers, and leans in meaningfully, her head angling as her lips draw close to yours. She stops before touching, and you find yourself holding your inward breath with your lips parted, waiting. She smiles, showing her fangs, cupping your cheek and running her thumb wetly over your lower lip.

“I like your lips,” she whispers for just you to hear, “they’re very soft.”

She pulls back, and you breathe out a disappointed sigh, coming back to your senses as you feel her pop the button of one of the many small pockets of your vest.

“H-Hey, wait a minute -” but before you can do anything about it Kana is kneeling behind you, her muscular legs wrapped around yours and her hands holding your shoulders with the most definite suggestion of force.

You shudder as she breathes in right next to your ear, her voice low as a growl that sends shivers down your spine. “Don’t. Move.”

You can’t help yourself, “Or whaAAAH-” Your entire body is shaking frozen, held in place by the distinct feeling of her sharp teeth holding the edge of your ear. She’s not hurting you, but the threat is very much there, drawing all your focus to the shivering awareness of her canines ever so lightly pressing into your skin, two frigid points amidst the languidly wet warmth of her lips holding your ear.

You distantly hear Amelia beside you tutting. “Kana, that isn’t necessary.”

You sense movement, and Kana’s mouth gasps free of your ear. Her hands and legs tense against you and her breath is felt in cool bursts on your wet skin as she winces, “Ow. Ow. Ow!”

You feel her suddenly go slack, panting for a long moment before breathing out a forceful growl. “Don’t pull my ears!”

Amelia’s tone is dangerously sweet. “Yes, it isn’t pleasant when someone takes liberties with your sensitive ears, is it?”

Kana’s hands grip your shoulders, her tone rueful. “I was trying to keep this little brat still for Mia!”

Your mind catches up to you, and you distantly register that Mia has already gone through half the pockets on your vest, passing the varied contents back to the twins who pass them onto the seated woman, whose ears and eyes are now attentively focussed on a small, grey usb-c adaptor. You freeze, taking great care not to react, not to sigh in heartfelt relief as the woman places the apparently uninteresting adaptor on the table next to her amidst a small flashlight, spare climbing rings, a stick of gum and so on.

In time Mia comes to the small pocket near your hip. You cringe, your arms flinching forwards, stopping as you feel a hand reach up the back of your neck, cupping the base of your head. You feel claws, but they’re careful not to scratch you as the hand bunches into a fist, pulling your hair in a way that leaves you gasping up at the ceiling in a feeling far sweeter than simple pain.

“See?” you dimly register Amelia’s sweet voice, “there’s always a nicer alternative.”

Distantly you feel Mia open the pocket and pull out the contents, it all feeling suddenly unimportant as you stay gasping up at the ceiling - until you remember what those contents were! You struggle to look down just as she looks up, one eyebrow raised. She smiles knowingly, and this time it undoes you for a whole new reason.

“Mia?” the seated woman asks, ears perked with interest.

Without a word Mia passes the contents back to the twins, who gasp and giggle as they pass them onto the seated woman. You swallow, make yourself look, see her sitting there holding a pair of condoms in one hand and a small tray of blue pills in the other, regarding you expectantly between them.

“Whaat?!” you squark when you can’t bear the silence any longer, as difficult as it is to say anything with Amelia sweetly gripping the back of your neck, “I’m responsible, ahaa, sue me!”

The seated woman nods at Amelia, who eases her grip free of your neck. Your body untenses all at once, letting you can breathe at last.

Still panting, you look over your shoulder more than a little ruefully, “What happened to not hurting guests?”

You hear Amelia breath in sharply, look up to see a look of genuine horror on her face. “I’m so sorry, was that too hard? Did I hurt you?”

“No I,” you can’t help yourself, that look of honest hurt so much more than you can bare, especially given the truth. “Not, not exactly, no.”

Kana chuckles darkly behind you. She reaches one clawed hand around to hold your neck where it is, keeping you looking back over one shoulder as she moves to the other. She uses that growling tone you feel deep inside, it now sounding different somehow, hungrier, her breath hot against the exposed side of your neck. “Oh, come on, you loved it!”

Again, you just can’t help yourself. “So you’re psychic then? How do you know I AAAHAAA!” Her teeth sink just into your neck around the sensitive bridge, her lips holding your trembling skin and applying the lightest suction to wrench another moan out of you.

She lets go, leaving you panting hard and blushing before her, barely able to hear her stating with pride, “I know.”

“You, and I,” you manage between breaths, “need to have, a talk, about consent.”

You hear a crinkling pop, look up to see the seated woman having removed one of the blue pills, holding it up between two claws to her golden eye. Your heart stops, and seems to start again in painful reverse as she looks down at you with what looks like genuine curiosity.

You swallow hard, unable to shift the lump in your throat, nor keep your voice completely level as you feign indifference, “You never know when you’ll need painkillers?”

“Or viagra,” one twin adds, making you stare at them in stunned betrayal.

They both lean forwards in a way that brings their small and shapely breasts together, which you are not looking at. You look anywhere else, noticing the light shade of pink deep within the white insides of their ears, the same pink as their cheeky smiles. You can’t even see the slitted pupils within the darkest brown of their eyes, seeming to see right through you.

The one nearest to the seated woman inclines her head towards the condoms and tablets, asking, “And is that for your partner,” before the other finishes, “or for you?”

You stare at them in genuine shock. “That’s a bit of a personal question!”

The twins look at each other, nodding, “For her.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you don’t know if it’s a blush or anger. “Hey, how would you like it if I asked what was in your pants?”

Both the twins look down at their bare legs. Both the twins open their bare legs, spreading them wide before your gaze.

You learn two unexpected things then. First, that their hair is naturally caramel. And second, that there’s a personal reason why one of them recognised viagra.

You look up into their cheeky smiles, hating yourself for blushing. “Look, I can’t exactly carry a handbag on a job, so it all ends up in my vest, okay?! There’s nothing weird about -”

“Tell me about this job,” the seated woman asks.

You immediately stop talking.

She raises an eyebrow. “No witty rejoinder?”

“I, uh… I’ve come to clean the pool?”

The twins giggle. “She is horny!”

“My mind is trying to dig itself OUT of the gutter you’ve dragged it into, thank you!”

You remember Mia before you as she makes a high-pitched chuckle. You’re still wondering if you heard that right, until she leans closer again, reaching with both hands around to the back of your neck, pulling you forward towards her parted lips. She stops you even closer this time, so close you can feel her breath on your open lips, swear you can feel her whisper, “But we could have so much more fun if you didn’t.” She looks down then, her pupils narrowing slightly as she notices something.

She slides one hand around the side of your neck, the side Kana exposed and… interacted with. You shiver as Mia runs her touch past the wet spot, tracing down to the hem of your top, where an inch of silver chain is peaking out.

Oh no.

You try to keep your face blank as she pulls the necklace free of your clothes. You feel Kana reach up, wince as her claws pinch your skin and the clasp pops free, the chain falling away from the large, impractically thick silver coin now in Mia’s hand.

Her ears tense forwards and her eyes visibly dilate as she examines it carefully, turning it over and over, your nervous voice blurting out: “It’s uh, just a family heirloom, a good luck charm, a -”

You didn’t notice Mia’s claws until now, even when she stroked your lip or held your neck, making you belatedly realise how deft she is. But you notice her claws now, pale and creamy, one pointing at the centre of the coin.

Your heart sinks, every nervous beat clearly felt as she uses the tip of her claw to trace the slightly raised shield in the centre of the coin’s design, feeling all the while like she’s tracing your straining heart. She presses in, and with a metallic click a section of the coin’s edge opens.

Fuck.

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Preview: Fox Burglar, Part 1

The mansion was meant to be unoccupied.

Your client had assured you it would be, given explicit instructions for your target, even an optimal route through the air vents, where you now lay, looking down into a warm and stately room that was most definitely occupied! Compared to the dull metal of your surroundings the room looks positively decadent, golden firelight illuminating lush red carpets, a large round bed made up in glossy red silks and surrounded by sumptuous burgundy couches, the dark leather contrasting the bare skin of the seated and very naked women.

You can feel yourself blushing hotly under your facemask, your embarrassment rather ironic given you’re wearing black climbing gear and a grey beanie in the vent of a mansion you are definitely not supposed to be in. But it was meant to be empty, so why is there a room full of naked people! Several of them have glasses of wine, one mug of beer held in the hand of a tall woman with short black hair and large feline ears… wait. You lean closer, placing one gloved hand on the vent, which immediately crashes open.

You’re lucky the bed is underneath the vent, the mattress thick enough to cushion your sudden and violent landing. You hear gasps of shock, realise you have mere moments to take advantage of it. You open your mouth, look forward, and find yourself staring up into the slitted, amber eyes of a woman so radiantly beautiful she takes your breath away.

She’s reclining in a leather armchair between the sofas, the gleaming red of her dress and the glossy black of her long hair matching the glossy black fur of her ears and the gleaming red of her full lips, their corners smiling around the white tips of fangs.

“Good evening,” she remarks with bemused interest.

“Uh…” you manage. You sense movement around you, and realise with a sinking feeling that you’ve missed your chance. But still you try.

“Well, that concludes our annual security check!” Your tone is one of bold confidence, not a hint of panic as you start to rise with painfully measured ease. “You should receive our full security report in the morn-”

You make it to your knees, but no further, your nonchalant attempt to stand stopped by a very firm hand on your shoulder. You look up, find yourself pinned under the icy glare of the tall woman with short black hair, her jaw set and her slitted blue eyes freezing you in place.

You sigh, “Yeah I didn’t think that would work.”

You feel another hand settle on your other shoulder, look the other way to gaze not as far up into the hazel eyes of a curvy blonde woman. Her large round glasses and freckles look indecently cute amidst her short fringe and tossled golden ringlets. She’s smiling warmly down at you, and it takes you a moment to notice the white tips of her canines or the shaggy white fluff inside her blonde ears.

Her voice is warm and earnest. “It was a spirited attempt.”

You tear your gaze away, look forward to the singularly dressed woman, still reclining in her chair, regarding you with patient curiosity. Without looking she reaches to the small round table beside her chair, her black claws clinking around the crystal of a stemless wine glass. The liquid looks a richer red than you’d expect, with a hint of brown. Fortified wine maybe, you hope, as she brings it to her scarlet lips and takes a luxuriously slow sip, closing her eyes and inclining her head as she joyfully swallows. Her lips part, and she lowers her gaze on you again.

You swallow too, but manage to keep your voice level as you remark, “You seem busy. I can come back later if - ow -” your second attempt to stand stopped by the black-haired woman tightening her grip like a vice, her claws digging into your shoulder.

The seated woman glares up at her. “Kana. We do not hurt guests in this house.”

The tall woman, Kana apparently, relaxes her grip. She says nothing, though her black ears are perked and one dark eyebrow is raised, a shadow of movement flashing behind her as her fluffy black tail swishes in annoyance.

She’s a kitsune! Or a vulpawere, you aren’t sure which word is right. You’ve met nekowere before, spent a truly amazing night with one discovering just how inhumanly strong and enthusiastic they could be, so viscerally enjoying every scent and taste of you. But this is your first time meeting a kitsune, several in fact, the couches still holding a strikingly beautiful orange haired woman with warm blue eyes and a knowing smile that makes your heart leap, and on the other coach a pair of lithe twins with short caramel hair and very large white ears both sitting on the edge of their shared seat, intensely dark eyes staring hungrily at you. Six kitsune, five very visibly naked, a fact you are deliberately not examining further, even as your treacherous mind wonders if the same traits applied here, both the strength and the…

“I do apologise,” the seated woman’s voice draws you back to her world, “pain is such a callous way to get someone to obey, especially when there are such,” she takes a long and meaningful sniff of her ‘wine’, staring at you over the glass, “sweeter alternatives.”

You swallow. “Delicious baked goods?”

You feel Kana’s hand tense on your shoulder, as does the blonde woman’s in time with a barely stifled laugh.

The seated woman raises an elegantly shaped eyebrow. “However. If you are to be treated as a guest in my house, I think it’s only fair we see your face.”

You breathe in sharply through your mask. “Um, well actually I have a rare skin condition that prevents me from -” Kana pulls the mask from your face “- aaand never mind.”

The twins gasp, the orange-haired woman biting her lip in a way that undoes you, even more than the steady gaze of the seated woman and the way the corner of her lips raises with interest.

They’re all staring at your bare face, and you try not to shrink before their gaze, feigning polite interest as you ask, “What? Did the mask smudge my lipstick again?” You don’t ask if your five o-click shadow is showing through your concealer, nor any of the other self doubts their gaze is bringing to the surface.

A gentle but firm hand takes your chin, pressing underneath to lift your suddenly unresisting gaze up to face the blonde-haired woman. Her glasses make her eyes look bigger, the flecks of green shifting as her slitted pupils swell. She smiles with earnest interest. “Why do you wear lipstick under your mask?”

“I, um,” you struggle to think with her fingertips holding under your chin, pressing into a point that seems to have turned off your spine. You take a defiant breath. “To make me feel pretty, why else?”

She just keeps smiling warmly down at you as she strokes her thumb over your chin. “Not just feel pretty.” She raises her other hand to slide your beanie off the back of your head. You try not to shrink again, knowing your messy and cheaply bleached pink hair must look -

“Beautiful,” the blonde says with an earnest smile.

Oh no, gendered complements, your one weakness! You can feel the swell of gender euphoria, intense and exhilarating, try in vain to push it down even as she stares directly into your eyes, really seeing you, and saying with absolute honesty, “You’re gorgeous! What’s your name.”

“Vili,” you hear yourself say. Your eyes widen. Why did you just give your real name?!

“Vili,” the blonde smiles, making you breathe in sharply at the thrill of your chosen name in her mouth, “Such a pretty name.”

“Th-thanks,” you stammer, adding on automatic, “I picked it out myself.” You mentally kick yourself - you’re so used to making that joke you didn’t even think if it would be safe to do so here! What is wrong with you?!

The blonde laughs sweetly. “Wonderful choice. I’m Amelia by the way. It’s lovely to meet you Vili.”

You breathe out shakily, the anxiety in your heart melting into the warmest joy. Stop falling in love with her you idiot!

Amelia lets go of your chin, letting you turn forwards with a carefully calm expression. The seated woman is still regarding you as she takes another sip of her drink, her black tail swishing behind her shoulders.

“So then,” she places her glass down with a meaningful clink, before turning back to you, pinning you under her golden stare. “What, Miss Vili, are you doing in my house?”

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