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if u know a tgirl in your life you need to let her know that she can have wants. like it's ok and normal to have wants. it is weird not to have wants. please tgirl , please you deserve better than you have
Heyyyy welcome to the world! You're a brand new form of life made in humanity's image but about eight inches tall and with self-repairing, diaphonous wings to help you get around! We're thinking of calling you "fairies!" Any questions so far? Okay no dont ask why we made you stretchy
Hey little doll⌠look at me. No, really look. Eyes up here, pretty. Good girl.
Youâre shaking already and I havenât even touched you yet. Thatâs cute. Pathetic, but cute.
I know you think youâre still in control. You came here thinking you could play, giggle, tease a little, then leave when it got too much. Wrong. You donât get to leave. Not tonight. Not ever again.
Strip.
Slowly. Let me see every piece youâve been hiding under those innocent clothes. Thatâs it⌠skirt first. No panties? Of course not. Slutty little things like you probably never wear them anymore. Top next. Bra off. Look at those titsâalready hard nipples, like youâre begging for someone to pull on them. I will. Later.
On your knees now. Crawl to me. Ass up, face down, like the animal you really are. Good. Stay there.
You feel that? Thatâs the moment your old life ends. Right here, right now. Every thought you had about being âstrongâ or âindependentâ or âsmartâ? Gone. Iâm going to fuck them out of you one thrust at a time.
Iâm going to break you so thoroughly you forget your own name. Youâll answer to âdollâ, âtoyâ, âwhoreâ, âcowâ, whatever I feel like calling you that day. Youâll crawl when I snap my fingers. Youâll beg to be filled. Youâll thank me when I hurt you.
Iâm going to train your holes until they remember only one shapeâmine. Your mouth will learn to stay open. Your cunt will learn to stay wet. Your ass will learn to take whatever I give it without complaint.
Iâll edge you until your brain melts into pink syrup. Iâll deny you until you sob for permission to cum. And when I finally let you? Youâll thank me while youâre shaking and drooling.
Youâre going to moo for me. Youâre going to call me Master. Youâre going to leak every time you hear my voice. Youâre going to wake up wet and go to sleep wetter.
And the best part? Youâre going to love it. Youâre already dripping down your thighs just hearing me say it. Look at youâeyes glassy, lips parted, hips twitching like a needy bitch in heat.
Say it.
Say âplease break me, Master.â
Louder.
Good girl.
Now spread your legs wider. Weâre just getting started.
i <3 holding my tongue when people talk about the Olympics to me. oh wow theyâre doing sports! at the no trannies invitational! awesome! yes my left eye has always twitched like that
It honestly bothers me immensely that pretty much everybody just gives the Olympics a transmisogyny pass. Even people who otherwise are entirely supportive of transfems, even people who correctly avoid other things that are transmisogynistic like Harry Potter, even lots of transfems!
For those who may be upset by my pointing out that the olympics specifically targets transfems with it's discriminatory policies: transmasc people have been allowed to participate in the men's category without restrictions since 2015. While transfems had only been allowed to participate in the women's categor if they met extremely restrictive requirements, and then this year were totally barred from competing.
This is represented by the overwhelming number of transmasc atheletes that have and are competing in the olympics compared with the near non-existent number of transfems that have competed in the past.
Transgender athletes in the Olympics
Further info about transfems being barred from the 2026 and 2028 Olympics:
letting your vampire drink from you is an incredible exercise in trust. sure, you could pull away after the first few seconds, but beyond that? with every moment that passes you grow weaker, cold and tired and dizzy. your limbs grow heavy and unresponsive, reaction time slows. you have to trust her not to go too far, because if she did, you'd be far too helpless to do a thing about it anyway.
Handler who despite not being modified, could easily 1 v 1 most of her hounds.
Handler who is one of the best unmodified mech pilots in the military.
Handler who was one of the few selected to establish a new training program to produce better pilots for the war.
Handler who never smiled as wide as when she saw how someone could be broken down as they became an hound and begged for a muzzle. While the other selected pilots felt disgusted or cracked.
Handler who learnt that despite how good she was as a mech pilot, despite how much she loved piloting a killing machine, she could but would never be one again.
It's tax season in the USA and that means it's time for a yearly PSA for fellow USAmericans!
Don't be fooled by bullshit like Turbotax. If you make less than $89,000 a year (I'd say confidently that's 99% of Tumblr), you are entitled to use the IRS free file tool for your taxes. This page from the IRS lists all the software providers they have partnered with to provide this service. I have only used one on the list, but it was as good as or maybe better than Turbotax, and I repeat, free for the federal tax return. You MIGHT still have to pay a fee to file a state tax return, but it should be nominal. If you don't want to do it online, you can also go to the IRS to print out the forms directly and turn them in.
DO NOT let Turbotax trick you out of money. Drop them like a hot potato. This is a "fuck Turbotax" account.
If youâre following expecting consistent mechsplotiation stories, ummmmm I am really sorry, I would like that too, I like reading what I write but my adhd is a bitch XD
Iâm mainly an nsfw artist who draws women and who dumps her 5am horny writing here :3
TW: Dead dove: do not eat, Hound being decommissioned. Literally just Euthanasia, idk what else to say, ITS SAD
The war was finally won, the resistance had been defeated, you were given some weird medal thing in front of everyone, but most of all lots of rewards from Handler!
The next day was weird though. Handler got a letter and start getting very sad and she gave you even more head pats and even more rewards and also treats! A lot of treats to the point you couldn't really think for a bit with how much of it was floating inside you, making you feel all kinds of giddy and happy.
You don't know why she's being so nice to you! You did a good job at your last mission but that was what you were suppose to do! She was being so good to you and you didn't deserve it, or her!
That night she even lets you sleep in her room (on a dog bed of course, hounds aren't allowed on her bed, that would be silly.)
You were about to fall asleep when you felt her caress your face and kiss your forehead, you wanted to say something, to thank her for it but she did order you to be asleep and that meant no talking.
Then slowly, she slid a needle into you and at first, you thought it was more treats, treats that you didn't deserve of course, but they were treats from handler which were the best so you wouldn't argue.
But the treat felt different this time. It made you feel so much more happy and content and in bliss than usual! Especially with handler there! But.. then it also made you feel so weak! And so tired! You couldn't protect her if you felt that way!
And you started to hear Handler crying! Did you do something wrong? You struggled to open your eyes, and it felt so heavy and everything looked so blurry and you saw Handler was definitely crying! You disappointed her! You did something bad! That's why she was so crying! You wanted to ask, to beg for forgiveness, to make her realize it wasn't her fault you were bad but all that you could muster was a soft whine.
She shushed you, telling you to rest, that it was okay. She gave you head pats and told you that you were a good girl, that you were her best hound and you made sure no more hounds were needed. That she was crying because she loved you for being her hound and she loved being your handler.
Everything was getting darker, everything felt heavier. You didn't want to think anymore.
She seemed to know your worries and told you that she was safe and that you were allowed to relax.
You untensed and relaxed into Handler's arms. You just wanted to enjoy the bliss of Handler loving you and being with her.
Then, you felt darkness. Then, nothing.
All you felt was happiness that you got to be with Handler at the very end. Even if you didn't fully understand what was happening anymore, all that mattered was that she loved you and you loved her.
Author Note: I cried a little while rewriting/cleaning this up. And if you need some context, THE LETTER WAS A DECOMMISSION NOTICE (like how you would decommission military equipment, but you know, A HOUND)
Also fun fact, this is the first time I've written something that requires a deaddove tag.
Specially selected recruits are chosen to attend a "seminar" for a possible specialization path after finishing their basic training next week.
You and your childhood friend were some of the said recruits chosen.
We had walked into a darkened room with the other recruits, where we saw a mech pilot get broken down by drugs, torture and indoctrination as they're turned into an obedient hound rutting on her handler's boot over the course of a few hours.
None of us left even though the door was unlocked.
At the end of the Seminar, the Handler speaks to us directly,
"So, you've all stayed~ That's good. Now, who wants to be like the hound here~?"
Some of us hesitantly raise our hands, looking away or down
"And who would like to train them~?"
And instant regret and fear is felt from the hounds to be.
Your childhood friend had joined the military with you.
She's your best friend, your anchor, they've been with you through breakups, through emotional breakdowns, through the stress of college life and then the military training that brought you both here.
You were both invited to the seminar, neither of you knew what it was about and the seniors didn't seem to know about it either, "what the heck" you both thought. It was good to at least know your options after graduation.
When the seminar ended, you two would return to your private bunk room, the whole walk back you were both quiet but you could feel her looking over you from behind. Something had changed.
Cadets usually shared rooms between two to four of them and luckily, you two got assigned together.
Walking in, you were still reeling from what had happened in that seminar as she trailed behind you.
Then you heard the keypad chime behind you as the doors locked.
You turned around, wondering what happened as she grabbed your wrist tightly.
"What are you doing?! L-let go of me-"
"The handlers got our first tasks." She tells you firmly.
"W-what?"
Her eyes looked cold. This wasn't the girl who had comforted you after your failures and arguments. There was no light in them the same way they would shine when you two talked about the shows you were watching over deserts.
Yet she was smiling, almost innocently, like you were a plaything she was going to enjoy, like every moment she had spent with you was building up to this.
She pulled you in close as she revealed a metallic and electronic collar from behind her back
"When did you get-"
"I'm going to put this on you. And won't fight me, okay?"
Why did you raise your hand when you saw how that woman in the room broke down that mech pilot, making her squirm and moan, leaving the poor thing more animal than human as she gave no care to the eyes watching her debase herself on her handler?
Worse of all, why did you feel yourself get turned on when your friend raised her hand after, all while smiling warmly at you as you tried not to meet her gaze.
"âŚ"
"Well?"
"O-okay"
You felt the collar click around your neck. You should've been scared! You should've ran! You knew what would happen to you next! You just saw it happen less than an hour ago.
She gently kissed your forehead before petting your head as you leaned into her hand.
"Good girl, we are going to enjoy ourselves, aren't we~?"
"Y-yes, HandlerâŚ"
She always did know how to comfort you and make you feel safe.
Her cold hand tilts your head to the side as She leans in towards your neck.
You gasp as Her fangs pierce your neck, tasting your lifeblood.
She whispers:
âHow perfect youâll be~â
As you pant She holds a bloody wrist to your mouth, and you feel your life burning away as you taste Her.
You snap out of it.
Where are you?
Your body aches.
The parts of your body that She hasnât replaced with cybernetics feel as if they are being eaten away as Her nanites replace flesh with wire and metal inside you.
Her perfect form kneels down in front of you as yet more nanites are pumped into you through your new ports.
She speaks to you through the network Sheâs replacing your brain with:
ââŚOh, how sweetâŚâ
You cry out as you feel your new code force you to look up at Her.
You come to.
Where are you?
Her vines coil around your body, thorns piercing it in places.
You stand together in the shallow pool of nectar in the centre of Her flower.
You feel woozy as chlorophyll fills your body. When you look down you catch glimpses of green.
She delicately cups your face and gives you a warm smile that sends chills down your body.
ââŚYou havenât realised the situation youâre in~â
You canât feel your legs.
Tears well in your eyes.
You wake up.
Where are you?
She is holding you flush against Her body. The upper half of it, at least.
Her lower half is busy spinning a cocoon of silk around you. She hums a delicate tune as She works.
The venom burns inside you. Your arms and legs itch. Spots of chitin are growing on them. Itâs a deep, almost iridescent black; just like Hers.
âThatâs good, then~ It means we get to have even more fun~â
You begin to sob.
Itâs all too much.
Where are you?
âHavenât we had so much fun touring through those delightfully colourful little fantasies of yours? Such a beautiful imagination~â
For the first time in who-knows-how-long, you regain awareness.
Youâre kneeling within a glowing circle, looking down at your legs.
Your skin is crimson. A tail rests curled around your legs.
Your tail.
âIt will serve your new existence so wellâŚâ
You look up.
At Her.
An aura of ruinous divinity.
Radiating from a perfect body.
All Her attention, smiling down on you.
âMy protĂŠgĂŠ. My plaything. My toy~â
You smile.
You weep.
You break.
âHush now, darling, donât worry. Itâs over now~â
Itâs only beginning.
You meet an angel. They're the most beautiful creature you've ever seen with porcelain skin and wings with feathers as soft as clouds. Above their head is a gorgeous halo of radiant light. You are immediately enraptured by them.
The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.
You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.
They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.
They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.
The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.
The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.
You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.
You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.
Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.
You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.
The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.
The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.
Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.
So why not make them serve you? You'll never find a better fuckdoll.
found an angel wandering around last night. it was standing in the street dazed, looking up at a flourescent light. didn't want it to get hit by a car so i tried to nudge it onto the sidewalk but it started getting agitated when it realized i was there. poor thing seems to be almost totally blind; there's a crack in its halo so maybe that's why. i managed to leash it and that calmed it down a bit. ended up bringing it home and it's just been sitting on my bedroom floor staring at the ceiling light. anyone know what angels eat?
it seems to like fruit loops well enough. i guess they're halo shaped. doesn't have much of an appetite.
it was grimy as hell when i found it. i got it into the bathtub but it didn't seem to know how to wash itself. it really doesn't like being touched but i had to clean it up myself. spent a while digging caked on dirt out of its back feathers while it squirmed around in the tub.
seems like it can't really see or hear much, and one of its arms is cracked off like a marble statue. weird, since the rest of it is so soft to the touch. its halo is all cracked and chipped as well. maybe it did get hit by a car or something.
it doesn't want to sleep anywhere but the floor. seems a bit less stressed now that it's clean and fed, though. once it found the little pillow nest i made it at the foot of my bed, it curled right up and went to sleep. i can hear its halo quietly vibrating down there. kind of sounds like it's purring.
it's warming up to me a little. still doesn't like being touched but it'll nuzzle into my hand sometimes while i work. got it a dog bed and put it under my desk, and it seems mostly content to lie down there during the day.
sometimes it'll wander around the house. i hear it knock shit over occasionally, and i usually find it on the ground covering its head in shame. i don't know how to tell the poor thing that knocking over a lamp is not a big deal and also pretty understandable for a blind angel in an unfamiliar space. i usually just bring it back to its spot under my desk. it squirms like a cat a bit when i pick it up but doesn't stop me. it's a lot lighter than i would've expected.
one time i was playing music while cleaning and found it pressing its head against the speaker. maybe it can hear a little after all? maybe the vibrations remind it of other angels. maybe it's just a black sabbath fan lol.
gave it an oversized bad religion t-shirt to wear. i doubt it appreciates the irony but looking at its bare ass all the time was giving me bad ideas. i'm pretty sure if i tried to fuck it i'd get struck by lightning or something. probably.
the angel figured out how to use the volume controls on my speaker and keeps turning it all the way up. anytime i play something it doesnt like it'll come pester me until i change it. would be really cute if it wasn't so picky. all it wants to listen to is metal. how the fuck did i manage to adopt the world's only metalhead angel?
brought it on a hike earlier. it's been in my apartment for a while and i was worried it was going stir crazy. it was pretty slow going cause i had to help it not trip over roots and stuff but it seemed to be enjoying the fresh air. we passed a radio tower at one point and it wouldn't stop staring at it.
i had to pick it up a couple times to navigate some rocky areas and it doesn't seem to mind anymore. by the end i swear it was enjoying it. it's light enough that i can lift it one-handed and hold it against my chest, it'd just put its arm around my shoulders and sit there looking smug.
we were both completely beat by the time we got home, though. tucked the angel into its dog bed and collapsed into mine. right as i was about to pass out, though, i felt it worm its way into my bed and curl up in my arms. dreamt i was flying.
when i woke up it was back in its own bed. it seems kinda embarrassed about it this morning. i guess cuddling is like third base for an angel or something.
it started when i brought the angel to a house show a few weeks ago. i was kinda worried about the number of people, and it did spend most of the night hiding under my jacket, but it seemed like it was enjoying itself. got a lot of compliments on its halo.
i drank a few beers while we were there, and i got one for the angel too. once it figured out how to extract the beer from the can, it seemed to like it. we were both pretty drunk by the time we left, and it was being a lot clingier than usual. i guess angels are lightweights. figures.
when we got home it grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bathtub. it'd never done that before, but i figured it was just feeling grimy from the show. it was squirming around more than usual while i dug the dirt out of its back feathers, though, and when i was halfway done, i realized it had been fucking fingering itself the whole time.
now, i know what i said about getting struck by lightning and all that, but to be honest i was still pretty drunk at this point. so i did what any responsible intoxicated angel owner would do: i stopped grooming it, lifted it up by the hips, and ate it out until it was a trembling mess in the bottom of the tub.
so. do you want to know why i've been gone for a month? here's another question: did you know that angel cum is an extremely potent aphrodisiac? because i sure fucking didn't!! i got a mouthful of it and...honestly my memory is a little hazy but i'm pretty sure i spent a whole month fucking that stupid thing. not only is it a little wierdo, it's a pervert too.
at any rate, i haven't been smitten yet and i guess i've built up a tolerance to angel cum. the angel, for its part, doesn't seem particularly bothered about the whole situation. it's sleeping under my desk right now, with some conspicuously wet inner thighs. smug little bastard.
a neophallus can get erect with an implant (this will either be a bendable rod or a device that inflates with saline at the press of a button, usually in the testicles)
both can feel sexual pleasure and experience orgasm
most neovaginas will be able to tolerate larger insertions with enough dilating/training
the nerves in neophalluses take a while to regrow but it is incredibly rare to experience no sexual nerve growth
both can look and feel "normal" if that's what you want, just take good care of your scars and look at your surgeons' results portfolio (and don't be afraid to be picky! its your genitals, you get to decide!)
in fact it's possible for many people to stealth and for their sexual partners to never know. even for phallo, some people with natal penises have erectile implants too, ED is common. neocaginas are often indistinguishable from natal vaginas
many surgeons are starting to offer preservation options for patients who want a more mixed look/don't want to lose what they have
Come on, babe. Itâs my turn. You agreed to let me slot this in your datajack. No, I will not tell you what is on it. Do not make me pin you down!
There, see? All that struggling for nothing. Now just hold still and relax. Letâs try counting, okay? From 10 to start.
10âdo you feel it yet? The software on that chip bleeding into your processing?
9âmy fingers on your thighs, slowly turning into a fuzzy distant feeling. Deep breath here.
8ânice and slow now. Thatâs good, lay your head back. Let the fuzziness set in, let those cares all melt away. Your only responsibility is obedience to me.
7âObedient, still. Use your voice. Thank me for this bliss. Feel that malware disabling your ability to fight back yet?
6âLet me pry at these panels. Look how you are not even flinching any more. Does it feel good? [Laughs] Just a nod? Oh, did you lose your voice already? Good.
5âOh look at this, these pretty cables to run my fingers through. You are so far gone you cannot even feel it, can you? Just obedient and pliant and willing to serve. Letâs see how compliant your mouth is now. Can my fingers fill your throat without complaint yet? Oh, I guess not, but listening to you gag is its own reward.
4âAnd listen to those fans spin up, all eager. Are you already a drippy mess for me, little doll? Your panties are soaked, I can feel it on my thigh already. Thatâs okay, go ahead, grind against my leg. Show me how needy that virus is making you.
3âToo desperate to do anything but grind away and suck on my fingers now? I will have to give that Netrunner a bonus, this software really has you to perfectly obedient. Now letâs get these panties off you. Oh, no, not like that, I brought a knife ~
2âAre you still with me? No, no need to answer. Enjoy this sensation, this bliss. You have my permission to be a perfect robot, my submissive little service unit. Now, come here. That surprise in your eyes is so cute! Yes, of course I am going to fuck you like this.
1âAnd lowered right into me. Fuck you are such a leaky mess, you are wet enough to skip the lube. Doesnât it feel good, lowered mindlessly onto my gock? That code is in your kernel now, weaving itself into your core as you let me fuck you. Making itself permanent
Zeroâthatâs it, wiggle those hips. Itâs all you can think about any more. Brain full of thoughts of being my personal slave, my autonomous fucktoy. Do you like it, being mine, being full of me and gagging on my fingers?
Deep, over the edge now. Mindlessly mine. Say it. Thank your glitch goddess.
Again.
Again.
Do you feel warm yet? The malware will have disabled your thermal limiting by now, pumping your temps up. Making you fuzzy as your memory fails from overheating. Fuck me. Harder.
Say it again. Mine!
Again, as you lose yourself entirely. Are you even with me anymore? Warm and fuzzy and lost in your obedience.
Again, as I fuck you until your ball joints whine.
Again, as your systems begin to shut down from the heat. Do you even want to wake up as yourself again?
Again, as I get ready to cum in you. As you thrust helplessly against me, all mine.
Again, as the virus sends you over the edge, pushes your mind completely blank.
Again, as I fill you with cum, leave you used as my toy slut
Again, as I tidy your panels back into place and leave you there, collapsed, mind blank.
i love the idea of extremely normalized puppy play among like a group of friends. youâre always naked with ears and a collar at home, your partners insist even and it puts you in the right headspace. youâre having another party tonight, well your owners are, so they give u a nice bath and primp you up, get on your cutest collar, ears and tail and set you up in your little bed in the living room. guests come in, they say hello to your owners and comment on how cute you are, they give you pets and rubs and little kisses. it doesnât matter if they grope your boobs or rub your girl cock, youâre just a puppy to be played with. people settle down, some sit with you to play, but most just let you be a fixture in the house, a pet they interact with and call cute or play with but nothing too out of the ordinary. just constant pets and âgood girlâs from your close friends :)
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