The Virtue of Patience

centralplazahongkongOn January 2nd, 2009, Jeremy Sykes stepped into the crowded elevator that took him to his office on the 44th floor. The passengers were bundled up against the winter cold. Some looked tanned from recent winter holidays in warmer climes, but all exuded that air of barely contained ill temper that inevitably haunts everyone who has had a Christmas break.

He shuffled, as politely as possible, to the back of the car, mindful that a great many passengers would alight long before the elevator reached his floor. Jeremy closed his eyes and made a mental list of all the tasks he should, no matter how reticently, complete by the day’s end. If he were to be honest, his life was a very long list of things he didn’t want to do.

Only when the bell chimed at the first stop did he open his eyes and remember that he hadn’t pushed the button for his floor. He reached awkwardly through the crush of passengers toward the panel, but there was no chance of reaching it. With a mumbled apology, he leant forward, trying to reach, but to no avail. Finally, he asked if someone would push it for him. It was then he noticed the small, rather unremarkable woman standing in front of him.  Not facing, as so many people do, the closed steely doors, but side on. In fact, the entire side of her body was pressed up against the front of his. As he drew back his hand it brushed the front of her blouse and, with that rare clarity that only settles on mere mortals every once in a blue moon, realized he had grazed a covered but extremely erect nipple.

“Sorry,” he muttered. Even as he said it, his heart began to race. Jeremy glanced down at the woman in front of him. Being almost a head shorter than he was, it was not easy to see her face. Instead he gazed down over her head, at the neat slope of her neck. Her dark hair was pulled up with some sort of clip, and wayward silky wisps lay against the pale skin of her nape. Inexplicably he could not pull his eyes away from it, and his heart went thundering on.

The reaction embarrassed him. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already have a perfectly good wife. In fact Elizabeth was, in Jeremy’s estimation, the perfect wife. Their sex life was full and adventurous, they communicated easily, their intellects were delightfully compatible. So why was he reacting like an adolescent who’d never been laid? And why was he doing it over a very unremarkable woman in a crowded elevator.

All this didn’t stop his blood from rushing, nor did it pacify the uncomfortable swelling in his groin. Worse still, with the woman pressed against him as she was, there was no way she would not notice if he were to develop a full erection.

Seconds ticked by. The elevator door opened and disgorged passengers. But it seemed that, for all the people who got off, at least as many got on. Jeremy’s hope for a little more personal space died a slow death in the shuffle and jostle of the upward commute.

A puff of airconditioned breeze moved the tendrils on the back of the woman’s neck. Her scent, human and warm, skin-close and sweet, wafted up to him. With mortifying predictability, blood pumped into his groin, swelling his cock by degrees. This, Jeremy thought, was ridiculous. It was also a subtle sort of hell.

By the time they reached the 28th floor, his erection was rampant. Surely, he thought, she could feel it against her arm. As he formed the thought, she moved. Not, as he hoped, to exit the car, but a slight shrugging of the shoulder, which drew her arm upward. Only with a monumental effort did he manage not to gasp. The contact was so slight and, somehow, so powerfully pleasurable, as if no one had ever touched him before. The intensity of the sensation shocked him.

She shrugged again, and then, after a minute or so, a third time. Each movement caused the back of her lower arm to graze over his painfully hard cock. It twitched of its own accord, pressing back against her. Jeremy closed his eyes and imagined screaming: ‘Stop it! Stop it right now!’ at the top of his lungs. It did nothing to quell his hard on.

Then, in what seemed like time trapped in a vacuum, she moved again, this time to raise her hand. The back of it slid up the length of his throbbing cock, each of her knuckles edging deliciously over him, before reaching and taking a firm hold of the shoulder strap on her purse.

With a loud chime, the doors opened and the woman eased her way through the crush of passengers and out the elevator. The devil exited Jeremy Sykes’ life on the 38th floor.

In the hallway on floor 44, he tugged at his tie and took the first really deep breath he’d taken in what felt like hours.  Then, eschewing his office for the privacy of the executive washroom, Jeremy locked himself into a stall, freed his cock with a muffled groan, and stroked himself to orgasm in less than a minute.

* * *

It wasn’t until he was crammed against the far wall of the elevator the very next day that Jeremy remembered the previous day’s incident. In truth, he wouldn’t have remembered it at all had the very same woman not been standing in front of him. It would have been impossible for him to pick her out of a line-up since he had never had a decent look at her face, but her hair, the edge of her brow, and the long sweep of her neck was enough: it was her. The day before, her blouse had been white. Today it was a shimmering pearl grey silk. There was a cruel irony in the fact that, although he could only see her face from an idiosyncratic angle, it was very easy to look down the front of her blouse. God in heaven, Jeremy thought to himself. What have I done to deserve this?

He told himself not to look, but the more he forbade himself from doing so, the louder the singing of blood in his ears. Finally, as if giving into Eden’s serpent, he let his eyes drift down. From any other vantage, there would have been nothing to see; the shirt was quite modestly buttoned. But Jeremy’s perspective offered him an intimate view of the edges of her bra cups – a darker gray lace – nestling two perfectly shaped ivory globes. More painful still was the way her nipples, clearly erect, tented both the fabric of her bra, and the silk of her blouse. His hand itched to brush past them. But he’d pressed the button to his floor as he’d stepped into the elevator. Nonetheless, he toyed with the idea of pressing the button to some other floor, just to have an excuse to feel the hard little nub of one nipple graze the back of his hand again. It didn’t matter that he’d never do it. His mind began to play the event, the sensation, the transgression, in slow motion over and over. He shut his eyes to make it stop, but it only made the images more vivid.

He was hard again. And without a doubt in his mind, he was sure she knew. Someone jostled near the front and the movement transferred from body to body until she was nudged against him with a small, almost inaudible squeak. His cock twitched back hard against her arm. She could not fail to notice it. Jeremy waited, his gut churning, for the inevitable turn of her head that would presage a dirty look and rapid movement towards the front of the elevator car. What happened instead was extraordinary.

A shrug of her shoulder telegraphed the movement of her arm and, in the very next second, Jeremy felt the back of her fingers press and slide up and down his covered erection. His breath caught sharply in his throat. The elevator bell chimed, a few people got off, and the car resumed its upward journey. So did her fingers.

Up and down they glided, slowly, surely, from root to the tip. His cock, which had always had a mind of its own, pressed back against her fingers like an affectionate cat. The blood thundered in his ears. A prickle of sweat formed on his sternum. Jeremy did everything he could not to push his hips forward and grind against the nameless woman’s touch.

On the 38th floor, she withdrew her hand, whispered a politeness to the people in front of her, and stepped off the elevator. On the 44th floor, Jeremy hardly made it to the washroom to free his aching cock before he exploded all over the tiled wall in a gasp of relief.

* * *

To say that this strange and pleasurable torture went on forever would be an overstatement, but as the days went by, Jeremy grew to anticipate his morning elevator ride with more and more excitement. By the end of the month, he was hard before he walked into the lobby of the office tower. He had imagined her bare, he had imagined fucking her from behind over his desk. He had ejaculated between her breasts in dingy stairwells and over her pale, round, pert buttocks in deserted parking lots. He had heard her cry out as she orgasmed and had felt the delicious grip of her cunt around his cock as she did. In reality, all he had was a very precise inventory of her shirts and bras and a strange, mosaic-like composite of what she looked like. But, as his mind filled in the gaps, she became, in his estimation, the sexiest woman to walk the earth. Unfortunately, he didn’t even know her name.

On the 14th of February, after much internal discussion, he was overcome with the urge to speak to her. The problem was, after so many days of allowing her to stroke his cock through his trousers, it was hard to decide on the appropriate opening remark.

After the usual ‘hello’ brush of her fingers against his groin, he bent forward and down until his mouth hovered only inches from her ear.

“Um…hello,” he whispered.

The moment he’d said it, he felt ridiculous. And her answer, a rather irritated toss of her head that sent the wicked little tendrils on her neck into new positions, did nothing to calm his feelings of inadequacy.

He felt her fingers withdraw. For a moment of blind panic, he imagined himself reaching for her hand and guiding it back to its proper place, but before he could even reject the idea, the fingers were back. Not to stroke him, though. He felt a tug, and then one more, and it was with another wave of panic that he realized she was pulling down the zipper of his pants. The wave of exhilaration mixed with terror almost made him faint. Bees buzzed in his head, his throat constricted. Slowly but surely he felt her fingertips slide into the gap, through the opening of his boxers and touch the bare skin of his cock. They lingered a while and then skittered along the rigid shaft. He would have sworn he could feel the whorls of her fingerprints. When she reached the tender underside of his cockhead, Jeremy was almost sure he was going to explode. The shaft twitched wildly. His balls were swollen and heavy with the threat of an impending ejaculation.

Oh, christ! He groaned, pleaded, whimpered in his head. Forcing himself to breathe, swallowing down the metal taste of fear, consciously edging his body away from what seemed like an insanely high precipice, he settled in to the tantalizing rhythm of her scurrying fingertips.

* * *

On the first of April, Jeremy took fate into his hands. Had he noticed the date, he might have reconsidered, but life had grown strange for him. Not that the morning elevator ride had interfered with his work, or in any way negatively impacted on his marital relations. On the contrary – all the fantasizing he indulged in gave him new ideas for how to please his wife in bed. She certainly seemed happy with him. Although, if he had to be honest, he was not quite as interested in early morning sex as he had once been. But since Elizabeth had never been all that keen on it, there really wasn’t anything to complain about.

Still, things had changed significantly for Jeremy. From the time he set off for work in the morning, until he unburdened himself in the executive washroom, he was – to put it bluntly – all cock. It occurred to him that although the mysterious woman in the elevator might not want conversation, she must surely desire some reciprocation for the attention she was giving him.

Much like the talking, Jeremy found it hard to fathom how he should begin to touch her. It would be, he considered, reasonably easy to do it without attracting attention, but every idea he conceived of as a possible point of initiation seemed too overt. After all, she had started so subtly. And was it too late for subtleties on his part? Would it seem ridiculous to stroke the small of her back while she danced her fingers over his bare cock?

As he drove into work that morning, the thought of touching her obsessed him.  He was glad of his overcoat as he strode through the lobby because he was more painfully hard than ever.  When she threaded her way into the elevator, and took her usual place in front of him, Jeremy inhaled deeply, catching the citrusy notes of whatever it was she used to wash her hair, and rested his hand gently on the swell of her ass. He was glad that spring had come and she was wearing a business suit jacket instead of her winter coat. It only took a few seconds for the warmth of her body to seep through the lighter fabric.

Jeremy could tell she was surprised, because she didn’t unzip him and begin her usual fingertip dance until they’d passed the 15th floor. Although this meant less contact time, the thrill of having his hand on her body sent delicious waves of scintillation through him. He was agonizingly hard and oozing drops of precum over her fingers before she gave one shockingly direct squeeze prior to departing.

* * *

Over the following days, Jeremy made subtle but notable progress over the landscape of her rear. He had harbored hopes that perhaps she’d accommodate him by wearing a shorter skirt, but this didn’t happen. Toward the end of the month, he decided that the skirt needed raising. He craved the same skin-to-skin contact she had with him. He wanted to feel her heat, her moisture, to subject her to the same delectable sensations he was enjoying. So, after a few slow circular rubs of her derriere engineered to hike her skirt a little higher, bent at the knees and reached down behind her, blindly feeling for the ubiquitous kick pleat. As he slid his fingers between the slit and drew his fingertips up the back of her thigh, the hand on his cock froze and withdrew.

He was dimly aware that she was rummaging around for something in her own suit pocket, but the thrill of having met bare skin above the stocking line was too distracting to notice what she was doing. Moreover, as he drew his fingertips up higher, he felt the indisputable humidity of arousal. She was more than just a little wet between the legs.

So it was with considerable shock that he felt her take a steely grip on the wrist of his marauding hand and push it away, stuffing a small folded piece of paper into the palm as she did so.

When Jeremy reached his floor, his repair to the washroom wasn’t for the usual bout of frantic masturbation, but to read the note. He fumbled the tiny square open and read.

Not yet.

That’s all it said. Like an idiot, he turned the page over to see if there was more on the back. Only after he had settled himself to the fact that there was no more information to be gleaned from the little missive did he notice that his fingers smelled of her juices. It wasn’t an aroma he could describe with words. It just smelled, very strongly indeed, of her. The lack of touching in the elevator was forgotten, as was the absence of any significant communication on the note. He locked himself into a stall, pressed his fingers over his nose and mouth, and beat off to the scent of her cunt.

* * *

Jeremy behaved himself for another two months, letting his hand rest possessively on her ass for the duration of their contact. In early July, she surprised him one morning by curling her fingers around the shaft of his cock and giving him one, slow, tight stroke. By September, it had built to four.

The woman seemed to have an uncanny ability to sense just how much Jeremy could take before he went off in her hand. On several occasions she had come so close, he had had to reach up and hold her wrist to still her. But every day she pushed him just a little further.

He regretted that the days turned chilly and she began to wear her winter coat. Although he had never attempted to touch her intimately again, he enjoyed the warmth and – yes – the comfort of cupping her pert behind as she stroked him.

On the 20th of December, the day before Christmas holidays, the morning ascent began as usual, but Jeremy noticed the change almost the moment she slipped her fingers into his open zip. They were less casual, more focused. Her strokes were just a little faster and she had angled her body in a slightly different manner that allowed her more latitude and significantly more privacy.

Just as Jeremy thought he couldn’t take another stroke, just as he was about to grab her wrist to stop her, she tilted her head up and looked straight into his eyes. In that moment he was lost. Without a word, a sound, or even a harsh breath, he came, spurting jets of hot semen into her hand.

She didn’t get off at the 38th floor but held his weakly pulsing cock her grip. As they approached his stop, he looked at her meaningfully. She smiled back and withdrew her sticky hand.

“Next year,” she whispered, “it’s my turn.”


Comments

193 responses to “The Virtue of Patience”

  1. maydeva Avatar
    maydeva

    This was a wonderful read. I thoroughly enjoyed every sentence, and the characters are intriguing. You are so adept at getting into the minds of both character and reader, it is quite a talent.

  2. Absinthene Avatar
    Absinthene

    So freaking sexy. You blow my mind.

  3. thextraman Avatar
    thextraman

    Wow! Hot and humorous; a very enjoyable read.

  4. Ken MIller Avatar
    Ken MIller

    Wow Wow Wow.

  5. Wow. This story was amazing. It was so well done with so much focus on the characters and plot, that I paid rapt attention as I read, more interested in the story than the sex—though they are of course inextricably bound.

    The erotic language you use is perfectly balanced—graphic enough to stimulate the imagination but not blatantly pornographic. It takes real skill to do that.

    Obviously I enjoyed the story. The slow (year-long!) progression of their sexual encounters is damn sexy. Apart from the use of “they’re” instead of “their” in paragraph 5, I think the story is perfect. Keep up the great work; I look forward to the next one.

    ♥ Ash

    1. Ack! Thank you for finding the typo!

  6. A nice way to toy with our transition to the new year. Hope you check in with these characters again.

  7. RG,

    A great story, really enjoyable. I have been looking for another course of the Museum Piece…

    Thankyou,

    -TFP

    1. Then I shall have to give you one!

      1. Anastaria Avatar
        Anastaria

        please make a sequal to this, your fiction is written gold in the hands of pauper

  8. R.M.Cooper Avatar
    R.M.Cooper

    Excellent – you are a wonderful writer.

    My favourite though, is still

    “The Spy Who Loved His Wife”

    Thanks for writing it on black on white.

    Bob C

  9. That was perfectly timed.

  10. Ha! sounds like a fun game to play at work… Naughty girl, RG! Keep up the good work

    🙂

  11. Ha! I think that’s my favourite thing you’ve written.

  12. City Different Avatar
    City Different

    What a fun, beautifully crafted gift for the new year! Thanks again, Rgrl!

  13. Such hunger & fun. Another amazingly well written piece as always. 🙂

  14. Beautiful.

  15. Just amazing! You sure do know what is meant to happen between a man and a woman but better than that, you know so well how to describe it!

    Loved this…I will read on now about ‘her turn’.

    Thanks for your wonderful distractions…

  16. Please, please don’t tease us and please continue this story! I have returned to read this three times!!

    1. Alexandra Avatar
      Alexandra

      YES!! PLEASE finish this story! It’s indescribably hot! And no-one likes a tease…

      1. @brykins Avatar
        @brykins

        No! Don’t finish the story – I think it’s perfect left there for us to imagine what the New Year brings for these two people.

      2. I agree maybe we could meet in a elevator

      3. tommytwist Avatar
        tommytwist

        This guy does 🙂
        I love the tease and CRAAAVE this psychological kink!! The daring, the uncertainty, the anticipation, multi-sensory stimulation, the time constraint…so much turn-on for me. RG’s stories are all wonderful and this is one I seek out repeatedly. Would like to try my hand at a part 2 per RG’s open invitation:)

  17. Every time I get on the subway, I think of this post now. It’s made for much more…. interesting…. commute thoughts.

  18. What a great little cock teaser you are..! Wonderful bit of fantasy and whimsy. Just the sort of thing we could only dream about in crowded lifts.

    Loved the way you never touched ona single other person. They were in world of their /our own.

  19. You are in a class all your own, RG — and that’s all there is to it!

  20. Have read this before and keep coming back to it – I love the slow burn!

  21. I have just read this and now have to use the hotel elevator – pity there’s only 9 floors! Great short story.

    1. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I considered more floors, but I thought that might lead to rather implausible scenarios.

  22. Bklynmermaid Avatar
    Bklynmermaid

    Just brilliant. Perfect the way it is. The long slow build-up. The way you make your reader taste, touch, smell, and feel what your characters feel is a gift.

  23. Love the story! As others have said you have to finish the story. You got me hooked on your writing in need to find a woman like that lol

  24. … that’s better

  25. Helena96 Avatar
    Helena96

    Definitely a good read. The description of thoughts, actions and physical traits was done well. The pace is very nice and keeps the reader engaged and connecting with the character to want more and see how much further the toying can continue with. Simple setting but complicated internal conflicts.

  26. wombat Avatar
    wombat

    Where is the nearest elevator?

  27. J.Smith Avatar
    J.Smith

    AMAZING! You Are A Very Talented Writer! I Thoroughly Enjoyed This Story.

  28. Scorpio13 Avatar
    Scorpio13

    I love the intensity and the hunger yet the somewhat domininance and dicipline she portrays . You are a verry good writer and I’ve for one read thousands of books as they are my passion with this small piece u have become 1 to remember

  29. happyforit Avatar
    happyforit

    Once again very vivid telling of the story. Puts me right in the action. Love to tease the way your female character does.

  30. I enjoyed the story, thank you. I’ve had similar thoughts in elevators, but your story is better than my fantasy because of the pace of the story. This is the first story I’ve read. I’m looking forward to reading more. Maybe this page will be my erotic desert to end a long day. Again, thank you.

    1. No story can be better than your fantasy, because it’s yours. But I agree, in fantasy, we tend to be a little impatient with the outcome. Hehe.

  31. kittykat78 Avatar
    kittykat78

    This was a great story. The pacing and suspense were just right. The characters were great, just enough background to keep it interesting.

  32. Dan McGru Avatar
    Dan McGru

    This was great, so tense and perfectly put together.

    I thought it was so interesting and witty and again, beautiful descriptions and interesting word choices. You are fab.

  33. So erotically charging. I want the Next year, I would love to see where that would go.

  34. Ahh. Fantastic. Would love to do this to a man at my work. I’m hoping you continue the story, though I have my own ideas of the course of events the following year. Mmm.

    1. Then I challenge you to write the next year! I’m passing the relay baton to you 😛

      1. Would that I could. 🙂 Though I am able to continue the story well enough to add to my already flowing juices, theses are not creative juices and I lack both your courage in sharing my thoughts, and your ability to articulate them in such a beautiful and arousing manner. I await your next chapter with bated breath, prurient thoughts and a well of gratitude for your willingness to share.

  35. As I didn’t like the first piece of yours I just read, this story totally compensates for the last one! Not what I thought it would be, but that’s what made it awesome. It kept me guessing the whole time, and definitely delivered, leaving me happy to have read this story. Great job!

  36. She brings out the devilish seductress in all of us!

    I love the detail that he is happily married – as someone naturally bad at monogamy it’s just a little vindicating to hear that desires for and contact with people can be completely harmless. Lovely variety and understanding of people, as always.

    1. Hello Elle,

      Okay, lemme just halt you there: this is fiction. It’s not a vindication of anything. I guess you are entitled to read it as one, but it certainly wasn’t meant as one. I just want to make that clear! Hehe. Honestly, I don’t think contact with people (who one isn’t married to, in an acknowledged monogamous relationship) is ever ‘harmless’. If it was, it wouldn’t be so enticing. 😛 It always leaves its legacy – there are always consequences to every act. Maybe for some, of guilt, or a sense of having betrayed, or just a vague sense of discomfort at one’s transgression.

      I guess what I’m trying to say is… this is a fictional narrative. The guy in the narrative is clearly trying to find a way to excuse himself in his mind. I’m trying to reflect on honest human behaviour. I’m not offering it as a model of ‘good’ or ‘bad’ behaviour. I’m just describing, not making a positive or negative judgement.

      Does that make any sense?

      1. Oh goodness yes, I didn’t explain myself very well. Insert lazy excuse for lust-hazed thoughts here.

        It’s vindicating that you write about honest human behavior instead of sweeping it under the rug. I got all excited about non-monogomy (which can be harmless, yeah, though probably not in an acknowledged monogamous relationship, as you said). What’s closer to the truth is that it’s nice to have company in one’s sins, especially those one feels less-than-great about, even if the company is fictional.

        So you say you don’t intend your stories as vindication. That’s fair. What do you intend them as, speaking broadly?

        1. I certainly don’t intend them as condemnation either! Hehe.

          Mostly, I intend them as a way for me (and then readers, I guess) to examine their own inner landscape. My concern, and it is a legitimate one (See Eva Ilouz, Cold Intimacies) is that people read my fiction as a form of lifestyle advice or self-help data. That haunts me. Because I’d never offer that advice to someone I didn’t know well and care for deeply. As some unknown writer, on a site, I don’t think I have the right to that kind of intrusion, nor do I think readers should trust me in that way.

          1. Loved this story. I’d love this to happen to me, in a lift.

  37. Sweet baby Jesus – this was such an erotic read! I discovered this website just yesterday and have been aroused and delighted by your exquisite writing.

  38. CounselorGirl Avatar
    CounselorGirl

    Hi RG,

    I discovered your site about a week ago, and this is one of my favorite pieces so far. I love so many details in it. First, how the woman is ordinary but becomes the focus of this man’s erotic life. The pace of their encounters is as tantalizing to the reader as it is to the executive. And I love how she trains him to desire her so that he’s aroused every morning until he sees her. Even thought you don’t go into it, I think we can assume that this man has power. But he gladly gives control to this woman and loves every minute of it. Then there is the humorous twist at the end that seems to be a trademark of yours. I, like so many of your other readers, was left wanting to know what happens next.

    Thanks for sharing this.

  39. Elizabeth Avatar
    Elizabeth

    Wow wow that was hot . . !!

  40. What a delight! The wait is worth it (not to mention hoping there might be a “next year,” of course). Slow, teasing buildup—excruciating.

    Thanks for sharing it.

  41. Reshma Mohan Avatar
    Reshma Mohan

    For a long time I have been looking for a website where true erotic literature would be offered but I was disappointed every time. Most of them offered literary porn in the name of erotic literature. But today when I accidentally stumbled here, I found everything I desired for. Literature, emotions, words and sensuous sex. Thank you, remittance girl for sharing your imaginations.

    And, this story was nothing like I have ever read before. You got me hooked with your words. The feeling that you invoked in me with your words, I can’t even an make attempt to describe what hem in words.

    A genuine thank you for this website. I really wish to see you grow with your website.

  42. This story was such an exciting slow build, first story I’ve read, will definitely read more if they’re all this good!

  43. I had a lift experience last night, after a polite meal and obvious mutual lust, despite this being the first time we had met. Passionate kissing but only 5 floors down as it was a car park, we just kept pressing the buttons.

  44. Tantalizing. I’d love to read the sequel. Thank you for sharing your work.

  45. your writing is sleek and delicious. thank you. I have been wallowing in bad erotica for far too long, I feel like I transitioned from a hot dog to filet mignon when finding your site tonight!

  46. Real talent, you really built up the tension I loved it. Well done!

  47. Excellent read.
    You are very good at slowly building your story and the subtle introduction of public sex into it
    I found myself becoming gradually as aroused as your man in the elevator.
    I will work my way through your works with anticipation
    Thank you !

  48. A remarkable story. Some things really are worth waiting for.

  49. I love the way you build up the sexual tension before getting into the action. I find your stories sexier than fifty shades of grey.

  50. This is genius. I love the way you think.

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