As the demon moves forward, a shadow passes over his features and the knowing smirk is replaced by a look of sorrow. His proud bearing crumbles as his shoulders slump, and his head droops down. His gait slows, and he walks with leaden feet, his eyes on the ground, unseeing, and he almost stumbles into the girl striding out from behind a crypt.

"Angel!" She gasps out, her look of surprise flashing quickly to anger, "What the hell are you doing here? Looking for a fair fight this time?"

Ducking his head down even further, the man glances up at her, pain and shame apparent on his features, "Buffy.I'm.I'm so sorry."

"You're sorry?" She practically shrieks, "You knocked me unconscious, and walked out.that was days ago!! Not a word.nothing.and now you're here.what? Lurking?"

Unable to meet her harsh gaze, the demon drops his eyes to the ground, "Please Buffy.I don't expect you to forgive me.I just want to try and explain. Will you at least listen to me.please.that's all I'm asking."

Her frown softens a little at his words, but the image of his angry countenance at Giles' home a few days earlier keeps her cautious. "You've got ten minutes.that's all."

He allows himself to release a breath in relief, "Thank you.will you sit with me?" He indicates a stone bench outside the crypt fa�ade. She nods warily and they both sit, each at opposing ends of the bench.

His hands are pulling nervously on the ends of his coat, and he swallows before he begins, "There are two things I want to tell you Buffy. The first is that I'm so terribly sorry that I struck you. There is no excuse in the world for what I did, and I know you can't understand why I was so upset, but I'm going to try and explain. Spike is my Childe. Do you know what that means?"

Buffy snorts in derision, "It means you should have practiced birth control? I mean, come on, Angel.he's rude, he's obnoxious, and he's a soulless killer. And you were worked up enough over that to hit me... ME!"

The muscles in the large man's jaw ripple, and his body tenses for a moment before he can speak again, "He's mine, Buffy. He's my responsibility. And.being a Sire is like being a parent.you take care of your Childe no matter what. You care if they get hurt. You worry about them. Can you understand that?"

His brown eyes are pleading with her for compassion; eyes she can still drown in, "Yeah.I guess.but seriously, Angel.you totally gave me and Giles the wiggins!"

He smiles a little sheepishly, "I know.I'll apologize to Rupert too. My demon is still very protective of what's mine.and I get.a little crazy when those that belong to me are in danger." He pauses and then looks at her earnestly. "You can't imagine how I would react if anything happened to you."

Happiness and confusion do battle across the Slayer's delicate features, "You.I.you think I belong to you?"

The ghost of a smile playing along his lips vanishes, "You do, you always will. You changed me in ways you can't even begin to imagine. So many things have happened.and.I wouldn't be the man I am today if not for you.and.I still love you, Buffy."

Drawn to the passion she reads in his eyes, the girl moves closer on the bench, one small hand reaching out to cover his larger one, now lying still on his thigh, "Angel.I.I love you too." She blinks back the tears stinging her eyes, "But we can't.you know we can't. Why are you telling me this?"

He smiles softly at her, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together, "That brings me to the second thing I have to tell you." He takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself for her reaction, "Wes and Cordy have done some research, and they discovered that because of the way Willow invoked the spell.my soul is permanently tied to me. Buffy.I can never lose it again."

The girl stares at him in open amazement, finally blinking at him like a sleeper awakening, "No more curse?" He nods in answer. "The soul stays put?" Another nod and a smile. "You can have a happy!?"

His smile is strong, and reassuring, his words full of tenderness, "I can have everything I want." A look of hesitancy crosses his face, "But.there's one condition."

The blonde sighs heavily in frustration, pulling her hand away from his, "I knew it. There always is. Well.what's the condition.who dies.who suffers?"

His head lowers, and he whispers, "Only you can make me happy Buffy.you're the only one who can give me what I need."

His answer is her lips pressed against his, her hands pulling his arms around her waist. He responds by parting his lips, and moving her onto him so she is straddling his lap. She moans as his tongue plunges into her mouth, and she grinds her pelvis down on his growing hardness. Large hands move under her shirt, caressing her skin and all she can do is hold onto his shoulders and suckle on his mouth. Finally breaking the devouring kiss, she throws her head back to take in deep gulps of air, which turn to whimpers as he laves and nips at her bared throat.

Her skin feels as though it is sizzling under his touch.too warm.and she moves to pull her shirt off, to let his hands and the night breeze have her. He laughs and holds her hands behind her back, stopping her and moving his head forward to nuzzle between her breasts. He moves to mouth one nipple through the fabric of her clothes, his teeth nibbling her to hardness underneath the cloth. Her body twitches in his grasp and she cries out in need, "Angel.please!"

Strong arms hold her immobile as the dark head moves to her other breast, ministering to it in the same way, teasing her to a hard peak. He smiles wickedly at her as he lifts his eyes to hers, "Please what, lover? What do you need from me?"

She smiles dizzily back at him, "You.that's what I need. Preferably naked.preferably now!"

He growls softly as he kisses her tenderly and pulls back before she can deepen the kiss. "So eager.so warm.gods I want you!"

"Then take me, Angel.my Angel.please." Her face is flushed with desire as she looks at him with longing and need.

He easily lifts her until she is standing on unsteady legs, and he moves to stand with her. Brushing a kiss on her forehead, "Not here.not like this. I've got a hotel room.race you?"

Before she can answer he is moving away from her, smiling and beckoning, and with a joyous laugh she follows.

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The girl is panting as they reach the hotel room door, "Wait! Geez, Angel.let me catch my breath! You're going to wear me out before we get to the good stuff!"

He pulls her roughly against the door and licks over her collarbone, up her neck before nibbling on her ear and whispering, "Not to worry my love, I understand that Slayers have excellent stamina." She giggles and he takes one of her hands and presses it against his crotch, "I'm counting on that."

Her eyes widen as she feels his hard length, her hand moving to cup and stroke him through his pants. Her exploration stops suddenly and he looks at her in question, "Angel.someone's in your room!"

He laughs and pulls out his card key, "No.that's just the TV.I left it on." He turns the handle and opens the door. The room is dark except for the flickering light of the television. He turns and offers his hand to her; "Will you come in, Buffy?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" She replies lightly, taking his hand and stepping over the threshold.

He pulls her into the room, shutting the door and spinning her in his arms so her back is flush against his chest, his hands locked around her waist. His lips move against her hair as she runs her hands along his forearms. And then she freezes as she sees two figures in the doorway to the bedroom.

"What's the matter, lover?" the cool breath of his words against her neck.

"Angel.stop! Don't you see them?" She moves to push his arms away, and instead he moves to lock them around her arms, binding her in his embrace. She wriggles around, trying to face him, anger and fear rising like bile in her throat, "Angel?! What's going on.let me go!"

Angelus smiles and presses his lips to her cheek as she flinches, "No lover.not letting go.ever."

She shivers at his words, and stifles a cry as one of the two figures walks around her, a young man with luminous grey eyes, looking at her curiously and then turning to the dark demon, "Angelus?" he asks cautiously.

Holding the struggling girl in his arms, the demon grins at the two men, "Of course! Did you miss me boys?"

Penn laughs at his Sire's words, then looks at the girl, "What's this.Will's present?"

Buffy snaps at his words, her voice raised in a strident tone full of anger, "I'm nobody's damned present.let me go, Angel, or I'll mpph" her words are muffled by Penn's hand over her mouth.

"What the bloody fucking hell do you think you're doing, Angelus?" Both men turn to look at the extremely angry blonde vampire, who has now moved into the room. "What? Thought ya'd go back to yer grand plan of killin' the chit by shaggin' her.an' ya bring her here ta do it??"

The dark demon actually manages to look hurt at his Childe's words, "No Will.she's for you.you asked for something special.I brought you the Slayer."

Penn looks over the girl's head at his Sire, his eyes wide with shock, "You brought him the Slayer?"

"Oh." The blonde demon's expression moves quickly to one of delight, "In that case, nevermind what I said, and ta very much.now which of ya is gonna feed her to me?"

His question goes unanswered as the girl bites down hard on Penn's hand, his only response though is to pull his wounded hand back and punch her hard across the jaw with his other. "Frisky little bitch you've got there, Sire.but a little too noisy for my taste, mind if I knock her out?"

"No." Angelus growls low, "I want her conscious.I want her to know. But you're right about the noise.gag her."

Buffy tries to shake of the effects of the blow, her eyes following the grey-eyed vampire as he quickly grabs a pillow and shreds its' casing. As he walks towards her with the strip of material she struggles again in Angelus' grip, "I don't know who you are, but you're going to be dust before this night is done." She twists in the larger demon's embrace, trying to turn her head enough to see his face, "Angel!" she cries, "There's got to be some part of you that can hear me.the way you kissed me.I know you're not completely gone.please.at least give me a fighting chance."

"No lover." He purrs into her ear, "There's not a part of me that doesn't want to see you punished. A fighting chance? Is that what you gave my boy? Did you think I would forgive you that trespass? No more kisses for you, lover." He grabs her by the hair, and pulls her head back as Penn secures the makeshift gag around her.

Penn stands beside Angelus, "Back to Will's question.which of us gives him the food?"

"Neither of us. Will's going to take her himself." His eyes are riveted on the figure of his Childe frozen in mid-step in front of him.

Penn cocks his head, waiting for his Sire to explain, but before Angelus can speak, the girl slumps in his arms and he moves to support her weight. As he does, she stiffens and lashes out with both legs, catching Penn by surprise and knocking him in the ribs.

In an instant he is up again and at her side, huge grey eyes flashing citrine, "You vapid little twit!" Hard ridges flow across his boyish features and fangs appear behind his full lips. He raises his hand to strike her, and this time she shrinks back into Angelus' grip in fear. Instead of hitting her, Penn leans in, sniffing along her neck and dragging his fangs against the tender skin as she shivers. "Ripe for the plucking, aren't you little girl?" His eyes smooth back to silver-grey as he speaks, "So full of life.I can see why the soul wanted you. And so full of pain, it makes you so lovely.you thought you were so close to having him didn't you?"

Her eyes flash in anger at his words and she tries to kick at him again, but this time he is ready, and in a swift and brutal move he brings the heel of one foot across her knee with a sickening crack. She sobs in agony against the gag, leaning against the solid body holding her prisoner as hot tears stream down her cheeks.

Penn turns to Will, "Come here, little brother.she's hurting for you."

The blonde steps up cautiously, approaching the girl slowly. He watches in fascination as Penn reaches over and brushes the tears from her cheeks with a finger, "Love hurts, doesn't it, Slayer?"

Transfixed, Will watches as Penn brings the salty finger to his own lips and he sucks the moisture off. "Er.Gem.speaking of 'hurts'."

Penn turns slowly to Angelus, "Sire says you can do it, Pup, he didn't say it would be easy."

The older demon smiles at Penn, grateful for his trust and then looks to his William, "Look at me, Childe." Unsure blue eyes focus on brown. "Listen to me very carefully. What they did to you.that tiny piece of metal in your brain.it's nothing! Do you hear me, William? It's just a miniscule sliver of nothingness."

Blue eyes spark, "It's a sliver that's kept me from feeding.the pain is that bad, Angelus."

Angelus sighs in frustration, and thrusts the twitching form of the slayer over to Penn who pulls her arms back painfully to hold her still as he watches his Sire. The larger man approaches the blonde demon, his hands resting on his Childe's shoulders, "Pup.it's a matter of trust.of belief. Do you believe that little bit of foreign matter those assholes put into you?" He turns the body of his boy around, so that William is facing their Penn, watching them both intently over the head of the girl in his arms.

Angelus' lips are at Will's ear, his words wrapping around him like a cloak, "Or do you believe the demon inside of you? The demon that tells you that you were born to feed on those same humans. Do you trust the knowledge that you exist to sink your fangs into their soft flesh and to drink their warm blood until it sings in your own veins?"

Slowly he propels the boy forward with his own movement, feeling the blood lust growing in his Childe, his reticence slipping away. "The chip lies to you, Will.it has made you believe that you are something you aren't. You. Are. A. Demon. You kill. You destroy. You feed."

Penn has been watching them both with hungry eyes, delight radiating from him as his lover is drawn into the game. "Now, little brother." He calls, "Third Slayer's the charm. And she's ready for you."

Entranced, the blonde demon takes the last step on his own, closing the distance between his body and his victim's. "Slayer.Buffy." Her eyes flicker in awareness. "That's it precious.want ya to know where you are.need ya to know who you're with." Buffy's eyes widen at his tone.this isn't the Spike she knew, and she swallows in fear, her lips moving convulsively over the gag.

He reaches out a hand to stroke her cheek, and then moves his fingers so black chipped nails are raking against her skin. He hisses in pain as his brain sizzles with the contact. He shakes his head once, "Not gonna be easy.but rest assured.you an me.we're gonna dance tonight!"

Buffy strives to pull herself out of the arms of her captor, but the stabbing pain in her crippled knee sends a jolt of agony through her and she can only silently curse at the blue eyes bearing down on her. "What's the matter, luv? Poor ol' chipped Spike not good enough for ya? Don't trouble yer little head over that.the name's William." His demonic face morphs in front of her eyes. "And guess what, Slayer? This is my one good day."

His fangs slide into her, and then the pain slams into him. White-blue blinding pain, making his knees buckle with the torment. And then he becomes aware of several things swimming outside the pain; his Sire's body pressed into his, holding him against the Slayer. Penn's fingers snaking through his hair, keeping his mouth pressed against her creamy skin. And finally.the blood. Slayer's blood. Hitting the back of his throat and just.sliding into him. The pain is still there, but it is like an undercurrent to the stronger primal pull of that essence pouring into him. Lovers wrapped around him; his enemy flowing into him.he is all their power combined. As he feels the memory and strength of what he is meant to be fill him, he feels the life in the body beneath his mouth ebbing away. The flame dwindling to a spark and then flickering.out.

And there is no pain. Only a corpse at his feet and his brother and his Sire staring at him.waiting. He grins, licking the blood from his lips as he does so; "William the Bloody is BACK!"

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The water from the shower warms Penn's skin as the steam fills the small room. "Where did Pup go?" He calls out, knowing Angelus has just entered.

"He said he's off to bloody up this town." Angelus laughs out, opening the door to the shower stall.

"When can we expect him back? We need to get moving." He closes his eyes against the stream of water hitting his face.

"We're going to meet at the Bronze at eleven." Angelus purrs at the naked form of his Childe.

Turning to face his Sire, grin planted firmly across his lips, "What's the Bronze?"

"It's a club, Gem." Angelus returns the smile, his eyes cast down at the swelling cock before him.

"Enjoying the sights there, Angelus?" The soap covered hand slides smoothly down Penn's torso.

"Mmm, yeah. suppose I am." Unconsciously licking his lips.

"Going to just stand there and stare? Or are you going to join me?"

"Nobody ever accused you of being hard on the eyes. Maybe I'll just watch for awhile."

Penn laughs "Just watch? Is that why you're unbuttoning your shirt?"

Smiling, Angelus tosses his shirt to the floor, and begins sliding his trousers down his hips "Don't wanna get my clothes wet."

"Oh. of course not. wouldn't want that." Penn smiles as Angelus steps into the stall with him.

Wrapping his arms around Penn's waist, Angelus nuzzles gently against his backside with his hardened shaft. "You did good tonight, Gem."

A choked gasp escapes the younger demon as he feels Angelus probing his entrance with his lathered cock. "You did well yourself, Sire."

A sharp thrust against him, "Did I tell you to speak, boy?"

Softly moaning, Penn parts his thighs in invitation to the darker man behind him. Angelus presses forward against the opening of his Childe "I was alone in here. last night. thinking about you. wanting you. needing you, boy."

As the tip of the engorged shaft breaches Penn's tightness, his body arches back against the powerful form of his Sire. "Ye wanted yer Master, didn't ye? Needed to feel me make it all go away, right?" The words pour out against his ear, Angelus lips lingering against the lobe.

"Yes." Penn pants out, his hands gripping the tile of the stall, the water pounding against his over sensitive flesh. Slowly, Angelus' hips begin to pump deeper into him, each stroke measured and controlled, bringing forth those electric pulses that render him. The flashes that needle his flesh, wringing torrents of pleasure and agony from his writhing body.

"Move with me, boy." The darker demon pulls Penn's hips back towards him. He feels the need, the ache in his eldest, the muscles clenching around him sing in delicious torture.

Penn moans behind gritted teeth while his Master feeds his hunger, demands his obedience and plunges him into a delirium of abasement. Eyes heavy with desire cast over his shoulder to take in the sight of Angelus, pumping and flexing, his massive shoulders swaying with each thrust. "Sire."

"That's good, Childe. Lift yerself forward again." The smaller demon arches his back and rolls his hips along the rigid length, his moaning becoming louder.

"Spread yer legs wider." Angelus commands the supplicant form of his boy, Penn parting them in response. "I feel ye, boy. burning around me. The aching between yer thighs begging t'be touched. Ye want t'be touched, don't ye lad?"

"Ahh. aye."

"Mmm, but ye are a sweet thing." Angelus continues with the hard slapping thrusts against Penn's backside. "I'll not touch ye yet. Ye'll be good for me now, won't ye?"

"Aye Sire. I'll do as you bid."

"Beg me." Riding the devastating jabs into the yielding flesh, Angelus runs a rough hand down Penn's back, the boy beneath him quivering at the touch.

"Please, Sire. touch me. I implore you. I need you. harder. touch me. harder." The water beads off his skin in rivulets cascading down his form, heating him, burning him.

"Louder. I can't hear ye, boy." Savagely, his hips piston in and out of the slick hole, his hands remaining steady on Penn's sides.

"More. Please. Sire. I beg of you. harder.touch me. ahh. touch me. please." The smaller demon pleads out, his voice hoarse and tight.

"This what ye need, boy?" Angelus draws a closed fist down the achingly hard shaft of his Childe, feeling the sticky wetness at the tip being washed away by the sprays of water showering them.

Penn moans loudly at the touch, his lips trembling against the coolness of the tile, his fingers grab helplessly at the porcelain. The hand between his thighs jerking at his engorged sex, another hand grips a fistful of hair, wrenching his head back.

"Who do ye belong to, boy?"

"You! You, Sire! Ahhh. please, harder." The grey eyes glisten beneath heavy lids, locking in desire with the chocolate orbs bearing down on his.

"Say it again." Angelus lips turn up seductively at the supplicant sight of his boy.

"You Sire. You. Angelus. You."

"Yes, Childe. Ye belong to me, boy. Ye'r Mine!" Angelus snaps his mouth down to Penn's neck and tears into the tender flesh, his hips pummeling the rendered hole, a hand yanking painfully at the clump of hair, the other working furiously over the throbbing shaft.

Penn's body is wracked with tremors as he lets forth a jettison of cold seed, spraying the tile in front of him, whimpering with each pulse; he bites into his lip to keep from crying out. The bloody mouth of his Sire raises to crush against his, Penn cuts a small slice into Angelus' tongue, and sucks luxuriously at the wound as his Sire spills himself deeply into his aching channel.

The kiss becomes soft for them, their hips rock together gently, neither man willing to surrender the contact with the others' flesh. The gripping hand falls from the hair of the younger demon, gliding smoothly down the damp skin, caressing and massaging.

Penn pulls away from the kiss, looking deeply into his Sire's eyes. "Thank you." he whispers inches away from those swollen lips.

"Ahh, m'boy. I'd give ye anythin'." Still thrusting indulgently into his boy, his eyes closed, head tilted into the mass of wet locks beneath him.

A soft moan from the smaller demon "Don't. stop."

"I canna stop." Angelus confesses.

"More." Penn's mouth whispers out.

"Aye." The lips against him part again, gentle, supple, tenderly they press together. their bodies move in unison, achingly slow... their hardness renewed with the smooth, smoldering passion.

The swelling pleasure intoxicates the pair, both men moan quietly as the water flows over their swaying forms. Angelus' tongue laps at the soft, salty skin of Penn's shoulder, the lazy rhythm of his thrusts elicits a strangled cry from the smaller man.

"Gem.ahh, m'boy. so hungry, ye are. Make me weak."

Penn rolls his hips forward and back along the shaft of his Master, the arms wrapped tightly around him pull him impossibly close. "M'boy.need ta feel ye beneath me afore I burst." Angelus pleads into the smaller demon's ear.

His head turned over his shoulder, grey eyes locking with brown, Penn pulls himself slowly off the hard and slick cock, a mutual sigh escapes both men at the loss of contact. Shutting the water off, Penn kneels before Angelus, tenderly running his hands up the muscular legs as he rises to face him.

"Boy. What ye do ta me." Angelus whispers out, his lips quivering as he feels his eldest slink up his dampened body.

"Master." Penn speaks softly, inches away from the hovering lips.

"Childe." Angelus' mouth trembles in suspended arousal.

"Take what you need, Master."

Overcome with desire, Angelus breathes out, the anticipatory pleasure so acute that his knees can barely support him. Such a rare sight, Penn's eyes clear, inviting, gentle. and starved for what only his Sire can offer.

Quietly, Angelus guides Penn out of the shower and into the next room, both bodies shiver as the coolness of the air that hits their soaked skin. Lying Penn back on the bed, Angelus positions his body between his thighs, the smaller man runs his hand down Angelus' back, his fingers tracing over the cleft, and down to the entrance of his Sire. Slowly, they tease at the ring of muscle, Angelus drops his head to the side, "Fuck, Penn." Angelus groans out.

The smaller demon smiles seductively at him, his eyes glitter with mischief "Yes.fuck Penn." He agrees.

Angelus laughs quietly as he moves to press himself against his Childe's waiting tightness. "Aye.fuck Penn."

All sight and sound evaporates as Angelus plunges himself into the cool depths of Penn's passage. Firm hands anchor his thighs, as the fingers knead deeply into the tense muscles. Penn can feel the searing sensation burning through him, all at once, his body becoming the holder of his Sire's obsession, the receptacle of his passion. Angelus' lips close around Penn's, feeding dreamily on them, vying to fill his mouth slowly with the succulence of their coupling.

Cradled in Angelus' cool embrace, Penn feels the muscular arms around him, seeming effortlessly powerful. Everything he remembers. everything he craves. The immense, commanding body diving deeper and deeper into his core, offering him that elusive moment of complete submission. A flash of brilliant white, where he can lose himself entirely in the awareness of scorching flickers from the radiant heat.

Angelus looks down on his boy, the full lips opening and closing as if mindlessly searching for contact. "Beautiful, boy." he whispers, then presses his mouth against Penn's, whose lips instinctively open to receive his tongue. Drawing back again, he watches as Penn's body gives the very last of its' strength over, an utter surrender to his Master. Angelus curls a hand at the back of Penn's neck, his boy's eyes glazed with desire, cheeks flush with borrowed blood.

"Nothing. nothing like this, Gem. There's nothing like this." Angelus breathes out, as his long slow thrusts drive Penn further into oblivion. His boy rides the rhythm into his backside, at each pump, his body tempers to accept the offering. Penn can feel the knot in his cock burning in its' inattention, but the feeling of being conquered and subjugated by his Sire is almost too much stimulation.

Angelus senses his boy's inability to complete himself; he reaches a hand between them, forcing Penn's cock out straight, then slipping up and down the tortured flesh. The hand coaxes him, surrounds him, and creates a tightened sheath for him to penetrate.

"Ahhh. Gods. Gods. Master. Gods." Penn's head rolls around mindlessly, the words being chanted out like a choked sob.

"Give yerself ta me, boy. Give me everything." Angelus' watches his boy writhing in excruciating pleasure, it's enough to drive him over the edge, but he will not.cannot.complete himself until his boy is sated. "Gem. Need ye. Let it go, boy. give it to me."

Penn can feel a vibration starting at the arch of his back and traveling up his spine, when he opens his mouth around it, a long slow moan is propelled from deep within his being. His seed spills generously into the closed fist of his Sire. Pump after pump of that strong hand wrings more precious fluid from the pulsating shaft, Angelus watches in ecstasy, releasing himself into the sweet tightness in throbbing waves of bliss, Penn moaning again at the cool wetness that coats his inner walls.

Their bodies lie together, entwined in the wake of the devastating pleasure. Lips search out contact, pressing together in the soft dampness. Hands travel softly over tightly muscled forms, fingertips ghost over ripples of supple flesh. Slowly, they become aware that each of them is whimpering faintly in the aftermath of their union.

Angelus withdraws from the slick passage, and lies down next to Penn on his side; his hand gently trails the pattern of his boy's chest. Grey eyes look up at him, no words need to be spoken, he pulls his boy into him, Penn curls his body around the form of his Master. Angelus' hands tenderly caress his back, fingers wind softly into the still damp hair.

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