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Double Switch
Book Three
Chapter Thirteen
A Work in Progress...
or...
Somebody Tell Me Again: Why Did I Get Up This Morning?
A squad of attendants under the command of a no-nonsense senior nurse swooped down on them and efficiently, but gently, transferred the injured Dolly onto a gurney. The nurse would have prevented Drummond's following them, but he wouldn't stand for it.
"Lady, you are not going to keep me away from her. So let's get this damned dance over with. I say, 'I can't be apart from her,' and you snort and go, 'Typical male; always thinking with his dick,' and I go, 'That's not it, I really love her and she needs me ...' and blah-blah-blah, and you just don't get it, so I say, 'I can have your job!' -- which I can, by the way, but I would never be so lacking in class as to threaten you -- to which you say, 'I don't give a damn. You can piss and moan all you like. They won't fire me for following established policy'. Now, let me cut to the chase. If you don't let me stay with her, I'll have to change doctors. And that means that I'll have to stop making my quarterly contributions to this place, which is most of what's in that checking account that Terry keeps throwing around to outfit you lot. No threat; just an economic reality. I promise to stay out of the way, but will be at her side."
"What if I could convince you that it's not in her best interests to have you in there?"
"You can try, but I'm not buying that bullshit. It's more convenient for you, maybe, but how is it better for her to be alone, cold, afraid, hurting than to be warm, held, loved, and comforted? Explain that to me."
"You're not sterile."
"As in you're afraid I might give her a germ? Lady, I got a news flash for you; we're sex partners. As in we're inside each other's bodies several times a day. We share a fucking toothbrush in the field. We kiss. We fuck. You know? Swapping body fluids? What could I possibly give her in your nice clean medical suite that I can't give her in our own bed? If we haven't got an immunity to each others' bugs by now, then we're not as compatible as we think we are.
The nurse sighed and was marshaling another argument when one of the attendants walked up and tentatively touched her shoulder. "Ma'am, the Doc says ... she's throwing a fit, screaming her head off. Says she won't settle down 'til he's there. Doc says to get him in there stat."
Drummond managed to soft-pedal his triumphant grin -- at least until the nurse was behind him and couldn't see the expression on his face. Of course, he didn't see the soft smile on hers as she watched him walk away.
He found Dolly on the gurney in a hallway near the back of the med suite. She looked bored and a little frightened, lying on her side, face pressed against the thin padding on the gurney. She was still in her leathers, which gave her a menacing appearance despite the forlorn expression on her face. "Hey!" he said cheerily, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
"Hey," she said, brightening when she heard his voice. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him with love in her eyes.
"Sorry about that. Had to stop for a discussion of patients' rights with Nurse Ratched out there. Not to encourage similar behavior, but it was your little tantrum that did the trick."
"Figured if they were giving ya static we'd have to work on it from both ends of the power structure. No furkin' way they're gonna put me through this without you there. I don't give a fuck about their silliass rules."
"That's my Dolly! But just for the record, the rules are smart and sensible. They're just not applicable to your unique situation. I also get the impression that the staff have to CYA for insurance and liability purposes. After they have raised their objections, which we have overridden. if anything goes wrong, they aren't guilty of malpractice, because we acted against their best advice. Of course, if they'd succeeded in keeping us apart and anything had happened to you, I'd have sued their asses off anyway. But ... let's talk about something happier. Like, how come you're still in your leathers and does this mean I get to help undress you?"
"What's this 'help' nonsense? You get to do the whole job. Says so in my contract. Right down to putting that cute little gown on me. You know, the one that closes up the back with skinny little ties and always flaps open? I'm wondering how those things'd look if you turned 'em around so they opened from the front.
Drummond thought back to his misspent youth and the nurses he'd shared sleeping quarters with and how they had looked in a similar garment worn the same way. "It can look pretty hot, on the right body," he allowed. "And I suspect yours fits into that category." He looked around. "So how soon are they gonna take you?"
"I don't know. They haven't told me anything since Kairn came by to get me to shut up."
"God, I wish I'd been here to see that. You are so ... magnificently beautiful when you get your blood up."
She dimpled, a naughty glint in her soft green eyes. "You say the sweetest things!"
"Yeah. I think it's 'cause I'm kinda soft on you."
"Don't you mean hard in me?" she teased.
"Yeah. Well ... that, too." He reached out a hand to touch the back of hers as it rested on her stomach. "I'm going to go see what I can find out. You be OK for a couple of minutes?"
"So long as you don't go out of my sight. I can see the nurses' station from here. No further or you take me with you. Got it?"
"Got it." he smiled and leaned over to kiss her mouth.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! No PDA's, Drummond!" came a familiar friendly voice. Drummond broke away and looked up to see an old friend, who had halted her progress down the hall to greet him. She was dressed in crisp whites that conformed to the shape of her trim body. Her tight Titian red curls were topped with a neat, starched white cap. Drummond could identify the school emblem worn proudly on the cap from long familiarity with that particular pin. A wicked glint lit her deep blue eyes.
"Hey, Lacey! Good to see you."
"Hey yourself." she strolled over to the gurney. "So this is the famous inamorata, the woman who finally tied the wandering Drummond feet down. Hi! I'm Cecilia Lacey. Everybody just calls me Lacey. You are one lucky girl. He's quite a catch."
"So I've discovered," Dolly answered with a smile. "Although I was wondering if anybody but me thought so."
"Oh, he's got his fans in certain circles," Lacey said with a coy smile. Drummond blushed.
To change the subject, he asked her, "Say, Lace, can you tell us anything about how soon we can get Dolly into an exam room and out of this corridor?"
"Actually, I think we can do something about that. We've got 'way more beds than we have patients, and only one Doc to work 'em all. If you just want to get out of the corridor, I can stash you in one of the empty exam rooms." She looked up and down the corridor until she spotted a large young man in blue scrubs.
"Orderly," she called to him. "Help me move this woman to exam room twenty five, please."
Lacey pushed, talking softly to Dolly, while the attendant steered the gurney. Drummond trailed discretely behind, having caught Lacey's signal that she wanted to talk to Dolly alone. He knew the nurse quite well and trusted her. She'd already had five years in the profession when he met her at age twenty-seven. She'd done time at Cook County General's trauma department, worked the Black Hole of Calcutta with Mother (then Sister) Theresa, done tours with Doctors without Borders, taught nursing at Johns Hopkins, and was widely considered to be at the top of her profession. She was an excellent addition to the Center's med staff. Drummond was pleased to find her there.
Her particular collision with Drummond had been fifteen years before at a time when she was between husbands and, while their time had been short and tempestuous, they had parted friends and remained such to the present. Dolly always expressed a desire to know about his past, but he was reluctant to talk about old girlfriends and ex-wives. He was afraid he'd sound too "Poor, poor pitiful me", so he dodged the questions. A little talk with Lacey might do her some good. It certainly wouldn't hurt his image in the doll's eyes. Lacey was, as she said, a fan. It was reluctantly and with great sorrow that she had acknowledged their unsuitability for each other back then and with much regret that she confirmed that fact every couple of years. Come to think of it, it had been five years or more since the last time. He quickened his step and caught up with them.
"So, Lace," he said from far enough away to allow the two women to discretely end their chat, "What's up in your life? A new guy?"
"I'm engaged," she said suddenly, holding out her left hand for his inspection. He gave the rock a polite whistle. And looked up into her eyes.
"So tell. Who is he?"
"Nobody you'd know. He's an international pilot for KLM. Runs two or three flights between Chicago and Amsterdam every week, gets to pick whether to live in the States or in the Netherlands. We picked here. He's home a lot. Has two kids ... Tory's a mother, now. Did you know that?" Tory was her eldest daughter, a love child whose birth had almost kept her out of nursing school when she was eighteen.
"No kidding? Boy or Girl?"
"A boy. Six years old. He's got the sweetest nose."
"So you're grandma Lacey, now. How's it feel?"
"Don't pull that with me, Drummond. I heard about yours ... about the same time Tory popped out hers. Grampa."
"Yup. At the time I was the youngest grampa in Rock 'n' Roll."
"Always got to be the something-est, doncha?"
"Not any more, Lace," he said, softly. "Now I'm content ... content ..."
"To be in love for the last time," Lacey said kindly with a warm smile.
"It shows, huh?"
"Sure does." The nurse squeezed Dolly's hand. "I can tell these things. I'm psychic, you know. I have the second sight from my Lithuanian grandmother. This one's a keeper ... a real special lady and you just make sure she never gets away. Y'hear?"
"Yes ma'am," he said as they wheeled Dolly into the exam room. He smiled down at the doll. Love filled his eyes. She smiled back.
They stopped the gurney next to the paper-covered exam table and the orderly locked the wheels. He made to lift Dolly's shoulders while Lacey would life her legs. Dolly balked. "No," she said, "I want Mitch to move me."
"Dolly, let them ... they're pros ..."
Lacey saw the expression on Dolly's face and wondered how this girl got a reputation as Superwoman acting like this.
"Mitch, please. I know I'm being a pain in the ass. Just humor me."
"OK. 'Scuse me, guy," he said to the orderly, who stepped out of the way with a warm grin.
Lacey locked eyes with him. "You sure you can do this, Drummond? I'd really be embarrassed if I dropped a patient 'cause I was using compassion instead of muscle to move her."
"Relax, Lace. I carry her all the time. The only reason I need your help is 'cause she's wearin' 60 pounds of armor and leather. At that, you're just a safety factor." He got his hands under her shoulders and set his stance. "Ready when you are." After all the preparation, the actual move was a piece of cake. They had Dolly onto the exam table in a second and the orderly had the gurney back out the door before she was settled back against an adjusted backrest.
"Now, what next?"
"Well, let's get that suit off you."
"No. Please." Dolly said.
Lacey leaned forward and looked the doll in the eye. "You going to give me trouble?"
"No. Please. Just let Mitch do it."
"Humor her, Lace. It's best when she gets like this. Besides, I put the suit on her," he said, exaggerating for the effect, "so if anybody's gonna get it off without hurting either her or the suit, it's gonna be me."
"Oh, OK. I can tell you two are going to be a real handful. Good thing I never had you on my wards when we were an item, Drummond. I'd still be doing time for killing you."
He conceded that point. "Probably. Might have gotten off as justified back then ... when we were an item." Then he turned his attention to Dolly. "So, milady, how do you want to do this? You want to go for the whole enchilada, or do you want to take it off in pieces like we did your sleeve?"
"Pieces, definitely. All-at-once would hurt too much. And can we get somebody to bring me over some of my own clothes for after? I don't think I'm gonna be feeling much like squeezin' into the leathers when we're done here."
"Good idea."
"I can do that for you," Lacey said, pulling a cell phone out of her pocket. "What's the number?"
"Intercom ... 3223," Drummond said, "Guy answers it should be a Troll named Jeremy ... Dolly's secretary ..." Drummond began exposing the various zippers that held the suit together at Dolly's shoulders and hips and unzipping them one at a time. "Tell him to send an elf over with ..." he glanced at Dolly, a question in his eyes.
"The powder blue jump suit."
"Good choice. The powder blue jump suit."
"Got it. Jeremy? This is nurse Cecilia Lacey over at the Center Medical Suite. We have Gabrielle Dolly here for an exam and she won't be able to put her armor back on when she's done. She asked me to have you send an elf over with her powder blue jump suit. Thanks a lot. Yeah. That'll be fine." She disconnected the phone and slipped it back into her pocket. "Be here in a few minutes ... long before you'll be ready for it." She turned to Drummond, who was unzipping the seams between the chest piece and the legs in preparation for taking the first parts of the armor off of Dolly's body. "So why is that particular suit a good choice?"
Drummond shrugged. "She looks hot in it."
The nurse contemplated him for a few seconds. Then: "Good old Drummond. Still covering up, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked. Dolly was watching this exchange with considerable interest.
"You want people to think that you're just interested in screwin' her brains out and you're afraid that they'll find out you really love her."
"Nah, Lace. You got it all wrong."
"Maybe. You grab her tits in public like you did mine? Play footsie and diddling games in boring meetings? Screwed her in a public place yet?"
Drummond grinned. "No comment."
"In other words, the answer is, 'Yes', right?"
Dolly's eyes narrowed. Of course the answer was 'yes', but so what?
"But anybody with eyes to see can tell you're crazy in love with her. Who on earth do you think you're fooling?"
"What makes you think I'm trying to fool anybody? I think you're projecting onto me and Dolly things that might have been true fifteen years ago with you and me. Might have been."
"I don't think so, but far be it from me to disillusion you."
"You won't. I've learned a lot about things in all those years. And the last couple months, I've learned a lot about love from this wonderful lady." He took Dolly's hand in his and squeezed it, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly. "Yeah, I'm crazy in love with her, but the randy attitude is no cover. I found out, with the right partner, you can have both."
"It's for real," Dolly said, feeling odd to be reassuring a woman who could be her mother if she had lived a normal life.
"Of course it is, dear," said Lacey. "Didn't I tell you he was a catch? Now, you two be good. The doctor will be in to see you shortly." She rushed out. Drummond didn't need to see her tears to know she'd shed them.
He stared at the door for a long time before Dolly broke the silence.
"So did you?"
"Huh?" Drummond shook off his reverie. "Did I what?"
"Love her like you love me?"
He laughed. "God, no. Dolly ..." he sat on the doctor's stool and took Dolly's hand in his. "Gabrielle, you have to understand that there is no one I've ever loved the way I love you. You need to understand your unique place in my life. I loved Lacey, yes. But it wasn't meant to be. We kept each other wired up all the time. Like in the shower the last time this morning?"
She giggled. "Like you'd just won me in combat or something."
That set him back for a second, but it was apt. "Yeah," he nodded. "Just like that. Sometimes I was the conqueror, sometimes she was. But we were never ... never equals, just two people in love the way you and I are. Lacey and I ... we just both had to dominate. It was a weird feeling for me, 'cause... you know... that's not me. But something about her made me want to be that way and to act like that, and something in her needed me to be that way. It was too much to take. We lasted about five weeks before we realized that sex was all we had in common and that, if we kept it up, we'd end up killing each other or something. I still send her Christmas cards and I've met all her kids and husbands, and she's a dear, dear friend, but we mix about like sodium and water."
"Sad. That must happen to so many people ... they miss a chance at love and never try again."
"I tried again."
"Do you think you won?"
"Dolly... Gabrielle. You are the biggest winning moment of my life. I'm sure of all my lives. I don't think I can say how you fill me up with love for you, how happy it makes me to see you in the morning, to kiss you goodnight, to hold you, to smell your hair, to feel your warm skin, to hear you moan when you come. There's just no better way to say it than, 'I love you.' I think I would die if you ever left me."
A sob broke free from her heart to rise out of her through her lips. She sat up suddenly and threw her arms around Drummond's neck, pressing her lips against his.
#
"Why do you medicos all have to be so fucking cold?"
Drummond was standing nervously by the door of the exam room. The Healer Goddess had tried to shoo him out, but Dolly had stopped him. "Don't go, Mitch," she'd said, "I... I need you here."
Kairn had tried to jolly her out of it. "Now, Dolly, listen to Doctor..." but Dolly was having none of it.
"You listen to me, Kairn. I'm the one hurting, here. I'm the one who's scared. I'm the one who needs to be held, to be loved, to be protected."
"For crissake, Dolly! It's just an exam. Nobody's going to..."
"Doc," Drummond interrupted. "Isn't it better for you if she's calm and cooperative?"
The Doc nodded. She always got this helpless feeling when she was around these two. They were just so... so... so.
"And you do agree that, if I stay, that will happen?"
"Yeah. Alright," Kairn finally surrendered with good grace. The examination proceeded. Drummond'd stayed out of the way, Dolly had had her hand held, although, by the end of things, it was hard to say who was comforting whom.
The extent of her injuries and the ugly bruises on her ribs, her belly, her face hit him hard. His inamorata had been injured. It made no difference that he had already wrought his revenge on the perpetrator, his rage still threatened to consume him. He knew intellectually that he was at least partly angry at himself, at his failure to prevent her injury. He also knew that at least part of his rage was driven by a sense of ownership, an emotion that he did not want to feel or acknowledge, because it betrayed something he was convinced was a core value of his -- that he could not own another human being -- as well as the conviction that she was with him because she chose to be, not because of some sick codependency between a dirty old man and a sweet, innocent girl. But all he could feel was the roil in his gut and the desperate need to lash out at something... someone. For her sake, (or so he told himself), he bottled it all up and kept his voice soft, his touch gentle and soothing, his words kind and loving. It was a struggle... one that he was almost sure she could see but was too understanding to comment upon.
Then the Doc stopped in the middle of her examination, a carefully neutral expression on her face. She had Dolly shuck off her underpants and put her feet up in the stirrups at the foot of the exam table.
"This is scary, Drummond. Can you please hold me?"
"Of course, Babe," he said and scooted the stool around to the side of the table and leaned over her, wrapping his arms across her. Gazing intently into her eyes.
"Aaah!" she shrieked suddenly, startling Drummond almost out of his skin, "What the fuck is that?"
"It's called a speculum. We use it for vaginal examinations. Haven't you ever been to a gynecologist?"
"A whatcha hoo-aah?
"A gynecologist. A female doctor."
"What? You're a female doctor! Drummond, what are you laughing about?"
"I'm sorry, Dolly. But it really is funny in a way."
"You pig!" the Doc said without heat. "Did you think you could roger the poor girl to your heart's content and forget about her health?"
"No, Kairn. In all honesty, it never occurred to me. I was never responsible for taking care of gynecological matters before."
"What are you guys talking about?"
Drummond held up his hand to prevent the Doctor from answering. He went into his loving pedant mode.
"Dolly, the human body is one of the most marvelous machines ever built. It manages to run on remarkably little fuel with incredible efficiency, is self-diagnosing and self-repairing for a huge number of conditions and situations and can be made virtually immortal given a bit of luck and some outside help. The female human body is even more wonderful because it not only has all of these properties, but it can also make new humans. And feed them for awhile.
"The thing is that, in our day and age, when we expect to have teenage elasticity in our bodies well into our golden years, it takes a good deal of maintenance to keep the human female body in a healthy condition. One important items of maintenance is to have regular checkups of your reproductive organs. Your pretty pussy is prone to all sorts of maladies and trauma, and we want to take good care of it so it will keep giving you pleasure for years to come."
"Not to mention not cause you endless pain if and when you ever have children."
"And that's what this gyne-whoozis doctor does? Can't you do it, Kairn? I trust you."
"I can do the basics, but you really should see a specialist."
"Not if they're gonna stick one of those things up me."
"It's really no worse than a penis, Dolly."
"Bullshit! That thing's made out of metal. And those jaws. I'll bet you anything it's cold. When I have my lover inside of me, he's warm and friendly. Do you let them stick that thing up you?"
Kairn smiled, "Twice a year, regular as clockwork. Of course, I have to. It's mandatory in the service."
"Hell of a way to run a railroad," Dolly muttered. "I get that one right?" She looked at Drummond for approval, which came in a beaming smile.
"Well, someday, they will invent an instrument for vaginal exams that can be sterilized .. and looks a bit less like an artillery shell and more like something... er, friendlier," the Doc grinned, "But until then, this is how it's done. At least you can have a doctor who's sympathetic to what you're feeling -- another woman. Used to be all doctors were men -- even gynecologists."
"You're kidding."
"No, she's not," Drummond put in. "I remember when woman doctors were so rare that it was big news when one graduated from medical school."
"Wow! I thought you were kidding. You really do go back to the Dark Ages."
"Kairn, I have to assume that there's some other issue, here. What aren't you saying?"
The Doc took a breath and ran her hand through her close-cropped hair. "OK, I'm going to put it to you plainly. When I was palpating her abdomen... a preliminary check for internal bleeding... she was unusually sensitive in the groin area. I took a look at her genitals, and I think she's been raped."
Drummond's jaw dropped.
"Oh, no, Doc," Dolly objected. "I haven't been raped. Mitch's the only man I've..."
"That's what she means, Dolly. She thinks I raped you."
"That's fucking ridiculous. We're in love! How could..."
"A lot of women who get raped are in denial. I can see..."
"Oh, but he's so gentle. And I... Hell, the last time, I raped him."
Drummond blushed. Kairn looked from one to the other. Could she have called it wrong?
Drummond and Dolly exchanged looks and a flurry of signals with their eyes. And Drummond made an executive decision."
"Doc, I think I know what you're seeing. We weren't going to tell anyone until everybody matched their Field profiles. I didn't count on there being," he smiled, "physical evidence. We think there's a security risk involved here. Something strange is going on. Today. All day. We've..." he stopped and blushed again. And again, Dolly came to his rescue.
"We've been screwing like crazed weasels all day, Doc."
"Dolly! How poetic!"
"Well? It's true!"
"So the marks on your thighs...?"
"Hickeys. I got some on my tits, too. Wanna see?"
"I saw them." She looked sheepishly over at Drummond. "Sorry?"
"Hey, Doc... I know your heart was in the right place. And I'd want you to look after her. You can't expect..."
"How many times?" the Doc asked Dolly.
"Him or me?"
"Both?"
"Well, we did it..." she counted under her breath, "... three times in the shower, once on my desk, twice in the bathroom... six times since this morning. I had... I think... fifteen orgasms. Oh, no. Sixteen. I forgot he brought me off during the briefing."
The Doc was incredulous, "Six. Teen... Since what time?"
"About a quarter to six."
"God, Dolly, you really are insatiable!"
"Well, there's more to it than that," Drummond began.
"And you!" the Doc whirled on him and hit him on the chest with the heel of her hand. "You can do serious damage to a girl like that."
"Give me a break, Doc. I know better. I made all those mistakes years ago and I hope I learned from them. I make sure she's always wet and I never, ever force her. But there's more to it than that. We don't think it's natural."
"Damned straight it's not natural! A man your age!" She leaned in close and spoke sotto voce, "Did you really bring her off during the meeting?" He nodded. She raised her eyebrow. The question was obvious. He waggled his fingers in front of her.
"Even so..."
"Ask her. It's her body. Ask her if I hurt her."
"Get an apology ready, Doc. He didn't hurt me. I don't think he could hurt me."
"Anybody can hurt you, Dolly. Even someone who loves you."
"I know that, Doc. I just choose to live... like the man says, 'Love like you've never been hurt.' That's the way I want to be. So I am."
"But do remember, Dolly, even with your... 'teenage elasticity'... if you screw too often or without proper lubrication, you can do more than give yourself a slight redness and tenderness."
"Yes ma'am," said Dolly contritely.
"So what's this about a security risk?"
"Well, I think that the aliens have released some sort of aphrodisiac in the Center. Dolly and I can usually keep our hands off each other during working hours, but not today. And there's a rumor floating around about Terry and Prosper Book. And Sappho and BR and the Harley Troubadour..."
"Who?"
"Wha? Oh. Bayou Red and the Harley Troubadour Two new recruits to Sappho's M and Ems."
"Oh."
"Anyway, there seems to be a lot more sex than usual going on around here."
"I don't know how you could possibly tell," the Doc said dryly.
"What finally made us suspicious was when, even after we agreed not to, we just couldn't help ourselves..."
"Pretty flimsy."
"Yeah, well it'd have to be subtle or it would be detected a lot sooner."
"Unless it's a blind for something even more devious. Or it's just the fact that it's springtime and human beings just naturally think about sex in the spring."
"Well, it's not really so much thinking..." Dolly put in.
"I know what it's like, Dolly. Despite all opinions to the contrary, I'm a human being, too."
"Ri-i-ight," Dolly said.
"Well, it will take quite a bit of investigating to figure out what is causing it, if there is an outside causative agent involved at all. Meantime, I still need to make sure that you're OK. And one thing we need to do is take pictures of your insides."
"Oo! Can I get prints?"
"Prints?"
"Yeah, for Drummond. He's always saying how pretty I am inside."
Drummond blushed. "I meant..."
"I know what you meant," the Doc said, "You dirty old man."
The three of them laughed together.
"Hey, Doc. Can I get dressed now?"
"Huh? Oh, sure. Sorry. I forgot. Put on a gown. We'll take you for X-rays right away. I'll be right back."
Drummond picked up her underwear and helped her get it on, providing a shoulder for balance, acting as a pair of hands when she discovered she could not reach behind her without excruciating pain. Then he held the legs of the blue jump suit for her to step into, holding the body of the suit for her arms, running the zipper up the front for her, closing the zipper all the way to the collar, laughing when she pulled it back down to her solar plexus, exposing the delicious flesh of her breasts between the facings of the suit front.
"Gabrielle Dolly, you are something else. You know that?"
"I've heard that before, yes."
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Ya think so, do ya? Well... prove it to me."
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