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Brian and Lanny go to Europe - 3. Chapter 3
Now that they are in France, Brian and Lanny discover that their friendship is evolving into something serious.
Brian and Lanny go to Europe – Chapter 3
Copyright 2015-2016 by Nick Brady, all rights reserved.
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Brian and Lanny were up at five in the morning to take a quick shower to wash away the residue from the night before, dress and make their way to the Victoria bus terminal for their trip to Dover. They passed through a security check and showed their passports, then boarded the big boat that would carry them across the English Channel to Calais. As they left the pier they looked back at England and the white chalk cliffs of Dover.
The boat was much larger than they had expected with a dining area and several lounges. They had missed the breakfast at the hotel so enjoyed some croissants and coffee then went out to look outside. It was the first time either of them had been on water so far that they were outside of the sight of land. It was a gray day and the sea was choppy but the big boat cut cleanly across the water. Lanny had purchased an English – French phrase book and they practiced on each other as they rode across.
“Is this a boat or a ship?” Brian asked.
“I don't know, but it’s bigger than anything I've ever been on. Maybe it's a ship,” Lanny suggested.
The crossing took a little over two hours and soon they could see a thin line of land on the horizon that was the French coastline. They pulled into the dock and waited in line to disembark.
As he stepped off of the ramp, Brian said with a grin. “Here we are in France. Bonjour, France.”
“Hello, goodbye, please, thank you, excuse me - bonjour, au revoir, s'il vous plaît, merci, excusez-moi, right?” Lanny asked.
“I think so. I hope that will get us by,” Brian laughed.
“Well, it's a start. Let’s find the hotel.”
“Lead the way.”
They hiked from the port across a bridge and a few blocks to the hotel. “Gee, this is a big place,” Brian exclaimed as they looked at a block long three story white building.
“I guess they do a lot of business,” Lanny said. “Let's see what it looks like inside.
They went into a lobby area with a nice lounge to the side and checked in. It looked very modern. At the desk was a pretty young girl with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled when they stepped up. “Bonjour. Je m’appelle Lorraine. Puis-je vous aider?”
Lanny scrambled with the phrase book, “Uh, uh, bonjour, uh.”
“My name is Lorraine. May I help you?” she repeated in English with a lovely French accent.
“Oh, yes, thank you, uh, merci,” Lanny said gratefully. “We have a room, Lanny Walker please.”
She tapped on her computer, “Yes, we have you here. I see you have already paid,” she smiled, handed them a key and gave them directions to their room.
“Well, that was easy,” Brian said. Let's get our packs to the room and see what it looks like.”
They found their room and were very pleased to see that it was clean and had a bathroom that connected them with the next room. “Hey, this is nice,” Lanny smiled and looked around.
“You can see the beach from the window,” Brian said. “We could go to the beach. I brought a swim suit.”
“Me too. That sounds terrific,” Lanny agreed.
They changed into swim trunks and pulled their street clothes back over them. They hid their precious rucksacks under a blanket at the top of the closet, took their travel belts, locked the door and hiked in the direction of the sea.
“I hope our stuff will still be there when we get back,” Brian worried.
Lanny shrugged. “It would be hard to swim with a backpack. I think we have everything pretty secure.”
It was a few blocks to the sea. On their left was a long pier with a lighthouse at the end. The beach was wide and the sand was fine and soft. When they got near the water they looked around and saw only a few people walking along, some with kids, and an older lady with her dog.
“This looks OK,” Lanny decided. “Let's at least get our feet wet.”
They piled their clothes in a neat bundle and covered them with a towel. “Come on, the travel belts are supposed to be waterproof. I guess we'll find out.”
Brian ran toward the water with Lanny right behind him. They splashed into the shallow water until it was over their knees, then hurled themselves into a small wave.
“It's salty!” Brian exclaimed.
“What did you expect? It's the Atlantic Ocean. Of course it's salty.”
“Well, I've never been in salt water before, have you?”
“No, but I know it's salty,” Lanny laughed.
“And it's nice and cool, too. This is nice.”
They splashed around and enjoyed themselves for a little while, looking over at their pile of clothing every few minutes.
“I'm about ready to get out. How about you?” Lanny asked.
“Me too. I keep worrying that somebody will mess with our stuff. I'm hungry. We either need to buy some more groceries or find a cheap place to eat.”
“I don't know about you, but I need a break from bread and cheese,” Lanny said. “French food is supposed to be really good. How about we eat a real meal in a restaurant this evening?”
That sounds great if we can afford it. Let's go back to the hotel and see what we can find,” Brian suggested.
They toweled themselves dry as best they could, pulled their clothes over their damp swim suits and walked back over to their hotel. When they got there they shook the sand out of their clothes and hung them up to dry, then decided they needed to shower to wash off the salt. The connecting bath had a single shower in the corner with glass walls and doors. It provided a nice view as they took turns.
They put on dry clothing and Lanny started searching for a place to eat. “I don't know about this,” he said. “Everything I can find listed on the internet is very expensive. There has to be some place we can afford.”
“How about we ask the girl at the desk. I bet she can help us.”
“Good idea. Let's go down and ask Lorraine. I'm starving.”
“Yes?” she smiled at them.
“We want to find a place to eat, but we are on a tight budget. Can you help us?”
“I think so. What sort of food would you like?”
“Something French, but not expensive,” Lanny told her. “Is there such a place?”
She laughed, “Oh, but certainly if you don't mind the local families with children. Maybe you would like to go to Charlie's. It is very nice and not so expensive.”
“That sounds fine. What would you recommend?”
“Hmm, do you like to eat seafood?”
“Sure. We are hungry enough to try anything.”
“Oh well then, I would recommend that you try the Moules Mariniere, that is steamed mussels, very nice. They will give you a lot of mussels and some nice bread to go with it. Do you like the wine?”
“Not really. We would probably just drink Coca-Cola or something like that,” Brian told her.
“Then it will not be so expensive at all. Do you have mussels before?”
“Um, no, I haven't,” Lanny said, looking at Brian who shook his head.
“I think you will like it. The mussels are in the shell. When you eat one, you use the shell like a little tong to eat the next one, you see? Then dip some bread in the juice. It is very fun.”
She told them how to get to Charlie's and they walked over to the small restaurant. It was well filled with local families, some with children.
“This looks good,” Lanny said. “It's like when you go to a truck stop and it's full of truckers. It must be pretty good.”
The waiter came to them and greeted them with, “Bonsoir. Puis-je vous aider?”
“Deux Moules Mariniere et deux Coca-Colas, s'il vous plaît,” Lanny said hopefully.
The waiter smiled, nodded and replied, “Bien sûr. Tout de suite.”
“That sounded pretty impressive. What did he say?” Brian asked.
“I'm not sure, but I think I ordered two of what Lorraine suggested.”
“Let's see what happens,” Brian smiled.
After about fifteen minutes, their waiter came back with a large tray and placed two metal buckets of fragrant black mussels, a small loaf of French bread and two cokes. “Y aura rien d'autre?”
Lanny smiled and shook his head. The waiter nodded again and left them to their dinner.
“This looks right. I think you did it,” Brian grinned.
“It sure smells good. Let's do this,” Lanny picked up a hot steaming mussel and dug out the contents with his fork. Brian hesitated then did the same.
“Hey, this is pretty good,” Brian exclaimed. “Let me have a chunk of that bread.”
Lanny broke the loaf in two and handed half to Brian. Like the mussels, the bread was warm. The crust was firm and crispy, the inside very soft. They pulled off a piece and dipped it in the bucket. “Very tasty,” Lanny said.
Following Lorraine's instructions they used the shell from the first mussel to pry the contents of another and began to work their way through the contents of the bucket. It was soon empty and all that remained of the bread was a plate of crumbs.
“I never ate this before, but I wouldn't mind having it again,” Brian said.
“That was great. I'm trying to figure out what was in the juice. I think they steam these things in wine, butter, garlic and some kind of herbs.”
Maybe what they say about French cooking is true,” Brian leaned back in his chair. “So what is our plan for tomorrow?”
“Well, that's up to you I guess. We had said we were going to Paris, but I was thinking about a side trip.”
“What's that?”
“My grandfather was in World War Two and was part of the Normandy invasion of France. There is an American Cemetery there and I've always wanted to see it.”
“I've read about that. I guess a lot of people died there. Yeah, that might be worth seeing.”
Lanny smiled, “Great. Let's go back to the hotel and I can check to see how to work this out.”
Back in their room, Lanny pecked at his cell phone and worked out their travel. After a few minutes he leaned back. “OK, We need to take a train to Bayeux and then catch a bus that will take us to Colleville sur Mer and I think will go on to the cemetery. The trains are a good deal in France. The train will cost us eighty-one dollars apiece, and the bus is only five. That's not too bad. The return bus leaves a little after five o'clock for Bayeux and will get us there about six-thirty. That's too late to take off for Paris. Let me find a hostel.” Lanny pecked some more and announced. “OK, I can find a hostel with a room with six bunks for thirty-five dollars, or a hotel with a private double for Fifty-four dollars. What do you think?”
Brian smiled, “It's nice to have a private room.”
“Right. That's what I was thinking,” Lanny returned his smile rather shyly. “OK, let me book this stuff. There, we're good. Now what would you like to do? I guess we could go out and walk around.”
“I don't know. It's been a long day. I think I'm ready to give it up. We might go down and check the lounge, or just shower and bag it.”
“I don't need another coke and I'm tired too. I like your suggestion to get to bed early.”
“Sounds good. You want to shower first? “I’ll get our swimsuits and towels folded and packed. I think they're dry now,” Brian suggested.
Lanny took a dry towel and went into the bathroom. The shower in the corner was very small and enclosed in glass. Brian put their things away and went in to brush his teeth and wait his turn for the shower. As he entered the bathroom, Lanny had his back turned and was bent over washing his legs and feet. Brian got a nice look at his wet butt, and could see a little pink eye winking at him.
Lanny turned, rinsed off and stepped out. “Your turn,” he said.
Brian smiled and stepped into the shower feeling aroused. When he finished, he wrapped his towel around his waist and returned to the bedroom with his towel obviously tenting in front of him. Lanny was already in bed. Brian dropped his towel and gave Lanny a view of his erection then quickly slipped in beside him. When he pulled the covers back he caught a glimpse of Lanny that told him his friend was also nude and also erect.
“Well, here we are in France,” Lanny chuckled.
“I understand that France is the land d'amour. The land of love.”
“I have heard that. Is that a suggestion?”
By way of answer, Brian turned towards Lanny and took him in his arms. “You might say that,” and kissed him on the side of his neck.
“Damn! This is everything I've ever dreamed of. Lying in bed with a beautiful guy, naked and horny,” Lanny mumbled.
“Do you really think I'm beautiful?” Brian asked. “Nobody has ever told me that before.”
“Of course you are. Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?”
“Yes, but I don't think I'm beautiful. I look OK I guess, but not beautiful.”
Lanny turned and kissed him gently. “Well, I think you're beautiful.”
“You are too - slender and with that smooth skin and dark eyes. I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you in the cafeteria at school. I was afraid to look at you because I thought you were straight and would know I was hot for you.”
“No kidding? I was thinking the same thing about you – muscular and fit with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. I thought you were the most gorgeous guy I ever saw.”
“Maybe we should just go with that,” Brian kissed Lanny back, holding the kiss and slipping tongue between his lips.
“Oh shit Brian. Don't do that. You make me crazy.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“It doesn't feel bad, but it scares me.”
“Why does it scare you?”
“Because it's such a new feeling I guess. I never knew anybody like you before.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you Lanny. I thought you were very attractive the first time I met you. Since Louisa re-introduced us and we started to really get to know each other, that has grown and grown,” Brian took a deep breath. “I think I could fall in love with you. I mean, for real.”
“Oh. Don't say that unless you really mean it, Brian.”
“I do mean it. I never felt like this about anybody before. First I thought you were attractive, then I started to really like you. Now, I don't know, I just want to be with you all the time.”
Lanny bit his lower lip, “I feel the same way, but I'm afraid this won't last.”
Brian laughed softly, “I can't really express the way I feel. It is so hard for me to trust anybody. To tell the truth I'm scared too. I've been hurt too many times, but I feel like I can trust you not to hurt me. I think this just might be for real.”
Lanny frowned a little. “I would never hurt you, at least not on purpose. I keep thinking you'll realize what a dork I am and get tired of me.”
“You aren't a dork. You're smart and careful about everything. You're anything but a dork.”
Lanny ran his hand over Brian's chest and shoulders. “You know what I think?”
“What do you think?”
“I think we talk too much. I think you should hold me again. I want to feel you close to me. Is that OK?”
Brian took Lanny in his arms and rolled over on top of him, kissing his neck just under his chin, then moving up to kiss him on his mouth and feeding him his tongue. Lanny shivered and pulled Brian close to him, moving his hips so that their erections pressed against each other. He ran his hands over Brian's back and felt his smooth round butt cheeks and sighed.
They kissed for a long time until both of them were near the point of orgasm. Brian stopped and rolled to his side, reaching down to take Lanny's erection in his hand and squeezing it gently, making Lanny shiver again.
Brian moved his face down on Lanny's chest and licked his nipples, first one and then the other - passing his hand over Lanny's stomach as he sucked and nibbled. Lanny arched his back and whimpered. “Oh yes!” he sighed.
Moving his face down to Lanny's stomach, he ran his tongue down the center of his body until his tongue was in his navel, his hand caressing Lanny's balls making his catch his breath sharply. Brian took Lanny's erection in his hand and licked the head, tasting a little clear fluid that was seeping out. When Lanny didn't say anything he opened his mouth and took the head inside, licking it with his tongue.
Lanny gasped, “Oh my God!”
“You OK?” Brian paused and asked softly.
“Yes, yes1 That's so wonderful.”
With that encouragement, Brian sucked the length of Lanny's cock into his mouth and massaged it with his lips and tongue, moving up and pressing down until his nose was pushed into Lanny's pubic hair. It had been a long time since Brian had found a cock in his mouth and he remembered how much he enjoyed the feeling of giving head. For Lanny it was fantastic, and Brian savored the firm tube along the bottom of his prick, and ran his tongue around the ridge of his cockhead. He let it out of his mouth and licked the length of it from his balls to the slit at the top.
Lanny was in ecstasy, running his fingers through Brian's hair and over his strong shoulders, gasping for breath and moving his hips up and down. Suddenly he cried, “Stop! Oh for God's sake stop or I'll cum in your mouth!”
Brian raised his head and smiled. “Would that be a bad thing?”
“Wouldn't that gross you out?”
“Not from you. I like giving you pleasure. If you like it, I like it.”
Lanny shook his head. “This is a new experience for me. I've fantasized about doing this with someone, but I never dreamed it could be like this.” Have you done this before?”
No,” Brian shook his head, “not like this. What I did before was to get off with someone. This is very different. I really care about you, Lanny. I think I'm falling in love with you.”
“Oh. Don't say that Brian. You're just horny and I'm here with you. You don't love me, not like that.”
Brian smiled gently, “I feel that way when I'm not horny. I feel that way whenever we're together. I have felt that way ever since we got on that airplane and you took my hand. It scares me, - but yes, I really do feel that way about you. I guess the question is, how do you feel about me? If you don't feel the same way, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this.”
Lanny looked deep into Brian's eyes. “This is so new to me, Brian. I've fantasized about doing things with a guy, but this isn't fantasy, it's real. How do I feel?” he took a deep breath, “I feel safe with you. I trust you not to hurt me, not just physically, but emotionally too, I guess. I think you are beautiful and kind. You are gentle and careful with everything you do. I feel things with you that I've never felt before. It's just that this is the first time for almost everything for me, and I don't have anything to compare it to. Does that make sense?”
“So, should we wait until you have this figured out?”
Lanny thought for a minute and ran his fingers over Brian's face. “You won't hurt me will you? I don't mean physically, but I'm afraid you might break my heart. You won't do that, will you?”
“How can answer that? I don't think so, but we are talking about love, Lanny. Who can predict something like that? I know how I feel right now, and I can't think of anything that will change that. But you might get tired of me. I'm not perfect, I know that. I have trust issues, you know? If you find somebody else you like better then I guess I would be happy for you, but my heart can break too.”
Lanny's eyes got wet and he looked at Brian and smiled. “I guess we will just have to trust each other and see where this goes. I think I'm falling in love with you too, but am afraid to say so. I was afraid to let myself fall in love with anybody. But this feels so right. I don't know, maybe this is real.”
“How will we know?”
Lanny shook his head. “Probably we can't know for sure. Maybe we will have to trust each other – trust ourselves and hope for the best.”
“I think that's a good answer,” Brian smiled and whispered, “I love you Lanny.”
Lanny closed his eyes, “Oh Brian, I love you too. I do. I love you very much. Please hold me.”
They embraced for a long time then Brian raised his head. “So would you like for me to pick up where we left off when this long discussion started? Would you like for me to, you know...?”
Lanny smiled, “Yes, I would like that. If you will let me return the favor.”
Brian grinned, “I could do that.” He looked down at Lanny whose penis had gone soft and lay over on his hip. He bent down and took it in his mouth, feeling it swell and lengthen. He cradled Lanny's smooth balls in his hand and sucked on him gently as Lanny lay back and relaxed with a sigh.
Brian took his time. Working his mouth over the hard cock with his lips and tongue, stopping to suck first one testicle and then the other in his mouth while he caressed Lanny's body with his hand. He paused to kiss his stomach and nipples, then took him in his mouth again. When Lanny began to tense, he paused again and kissed him on the lips, trying to make this last, loving him in as gentle a way as he knew how, bringing him to the point of climax then stopping to let him subside. They went on like this for many minutes when Lanny started to writhe with pleasure.
“Oh, let me go. I don't think I can stand this any longer. Please, let me go.”
Brian took him deep in his mouth until his head was in the back of his throat and began to swallow and squeeze him with his mouth, moving up and down with gentle pressure. Lanny raised his hip, arched his back and gave a loud cry. “Oh God! I'm going to cum. Stop or I'll cum in your mouth!”
He swallowed him as deeply as he could and moved his face from side to side, gripping his butt cheeks and pressing his fingers up Lanny's crack until his fingers were massaging his pucker as Lanny exploded in his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, with the remainder flowing out of the corners of his mouth and over Lanny's hips. Lanny cried out loudly and grasped Brian's hair, pulling him a deep as he could.
Brian coughed and sputtered a little, and continued to swallow until Lanny exhaled and fell back.
Lanny panted and held Brian's head against his stomach. “Oh. Oh my God. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”
Brian looked up at him and smiled, “Don't do that. I would hate to lose you so soon. This is just beginning to get interesting.”
“Wow, that was intense. I had no idea anything could feel that good.”
“Just rest for a little bit. We have all night. Actually, if you are too tired, we don't have to do anything else. I'm OK.”
“No, that's not fair. I need to take care of you now.”
“You don't have to. I can wait until later. You had a pretty good work out.”
Lanny smiled, “I want to do that to you. I don't think I can do it as well as you did, but I'm willing to try.”
“I'm willing to let you, but first, let's take a break - get a drink of water and take a piss.”
“Right, if I can get this thing to go down. I'm still about half hard.”
“A good piss should take care of that,” Brian said. “Come on, give it up for a few minutes.”
They went into the bathroom and carefully latched the door to the adjoining room and stood side by side at the toilet, fencing with their yellow streams of urine and giggling. They filled up their water bottles and drank deeply, then filled them up again and went back into the bedroom to flop down on the bed, still naked.
“What time is it?” Lanny asked.
“Nine o'clock by my trusty Timex,” Brian replied. “Still early. We have plenty of time to do whatever you want to do.”
Lanny paused for a moment. “You know, I have never done that sucking thing. I'm not sure how to do it. I'm grateful that you have some experience, but I don't have any.”
“Just do to me what I did to you, I guess.”
“I guess, but I'm not sure I can do all that.”
“Oh Lanny. You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. But if you want to, just do what you're comfortable with. I got pretty worked up doing you. It won't take me long to get off.”
“Really? I mean, did you enjoy doing that to me?”
“Oh yeah. I liked it a lot. Seeing you get so excited gave me pleasure.”
Lanny leaned his head over on Brian's shoulder. “That's kind of nice to know.”
“Do you want to suck me? You really don't have to.”
“Yeah, I want to. That's another thing I have fantasized about, and I want to know what it's like. Besides, I want to give you pleasure too. I want to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy. I'm happy just being with you,” Brian smiled.
Lanny turned and lay his head on Brian's chest and looked down at his soft penis, picking it up in his hand and rolling it around as if to study it. “You've got a nice one. You're bigger than me.”
“Not by that much. I think your cock is just right.”
Lanny snorted. “We must be gay to be having this conversation.”
“You make me glad I'm gay,” Brian said sincerely. “I always felt bad about that, but now I'm happy that we can share this.”
Lanny smiled, “I never thought of it that way. I have always felt kind of ashamed of being gay. Maybe you're right. This is a nice thing to share with you.”
He looked back at Brian's cock which was beginning to swell, and stroked it slowly. “Does that feel nice?”
“Oh yes. That feels very nice. It feels nicer because you're doing it.”
“Yeah, I guess it would feel better having somebody else stroke it.”
“Not somebody else, having YOU stroke it is really nice. Maybe you're special.”
“I've never done this before,” Lanny repeated.
“You said that before. There's a first time for everything.”
“Well what if I don't do it right?”
“It's hard to do it wrong, just don't bite me.”
“Bite you?”
“Yeah, watch your teeth.”
“Oh, OK. Well, here goes.” Lanny leaned over and pushed his lips against the shaft and kissed it gently. He opened his mouth and took the head inside and ran his tongue over the head. “How's that?”
“It's fine. Get on with it for Pete's sake.”
Lanny grinned, opened wide and put as much of Brian's cock in his mouth as he could. He started to suck, feeling awkward but giving it his best shot. Brian moaned and lay back on the bed. Lanny tried to get all of it in his mouth and choked, coughing and pulling off to gag.
“Easy. Don't hurt yourself. Just do what's comfortable for you. It's all great for me.”
Lanny started again, going down about halfway and bobbing his head up and down. He decided that he was enjoying this, and held Brian's balls in his hand, rolling them around in their sack, feeling the bristly blondish hair on his balls and above his hard cock. He pulled it out of his mouth and pressed it against his face, feeling it with his lips and cheeks, then went back to sucking on it.
“How am I doing?”
“Great. Pay attention to business.”
“OK. Sorry.”
Lanny was starting to get into this. He held the shaft and sucked up and down, caressing Brian's nuts and feeling of his flat belly. Brian humped up and down and held Lanny's head in his hands. Not to push him down farther but to feel connected to him and encourage him. They found a rhythm and Brian could feel the spunk begin to rise in his groin.
“Yes, that's nice,” he told Lanny, “I'll warn you when I get ready to shoot. I'm getting close. I was about ready when you started.”
Lanny gathered Brian's balls in his hand and squeezed then against the base of his cock as he bobbed his head up and down and side to side. He was enjoying that Brian was so turned on. He was getting pleasure from Brian's pleasure, he realized. This was a mutual thing.
“Oh shit, watch out. I'm going to shoot!”
Lanny decided to experience this in its entirety and hung on as Brian filled his mouth with sperm. It choked him and he coughed sticky white fluid over Brian's belly and leaned back to watch as the remainder oozed out over his hand and jerked the hard cock firmly.
“Ahhh!” Brian cried. “That feels so damn good.”
“Really?” Lanny turned to Brian and smiled, looking almost surprised. “Did I do OK?”
Brian looked at his friend and leaned forward to kiss him, licking his own cum from his face and laughing. “You did great. If it was any better I couldn't have stood it.”
“Well, I didn't do it as good as you did,” he admitted.
“That was great for a first attempt. I'll let you practice.”
Lanny hugged Brian close. “You were right. It does feel nice to suck on a cock,
yours at least. I don't want to do anybody else's. Just yours.”
Brian took a deep breath. “Well, that was nice. So how do you feel about that? Are you OK? Any second thoughts? Any feelings of lingering shame.”
“No! It was cool. If it was anybody else I don't think I would have done it at all. With you it was special, very special. Now that you have been de-horned, do you still think this is love, or maybe just lust?”
Brian took his face in his hands and looked him in the eyes. “I told you before Lanny. I am pretty sure I'm falling in love with you. Don't say 'me too' unless you mean it, but I really do mean it.'
Lanny smiled and kissed Brian on the nose. “Me too.”
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