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| passionflower | May 11 2010, 01:18 AM Post #91 |
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Sawyer was silent as he watched his peculiar dinner host for the evening rise up. He'd normally have felt a bit more... nervous about going out with a man for dinner. But his sister had been right in insisting he needed to get out more. Make some friends ... somehow. Though he wasn't so sure if Jason Lansky was the best bet for making a 'friend'. But oh well... Maybe he could practice being charismatic. Maybe. He followed the other man out to his car, though his gait slowed as he got a look at the less than elegant car. It was a bit surprising, considering that Jason was working at the White House. Maybe he just liked to blow his pay check in other ways. Sawyer didn't mention anything about the car though. He glanced over as Jason complimented him. "... Thanks." he replied, simply. He slid into the passenger side once Jason had opened up the car. The President's son buckled up, then cleared his throat as he got settled into the seat. His eyes flicked forward, and his hands rested in his lap. "... enjoying your new job?" he murmured quietly. Not exactly trying to be snide about it, but... maybe part of him was curious if Jason was really happy with his falsely earned promotion. Heh, he was giving up a night of hanging out with his online buddies for this? ... Well he had wanted something different. Living like a hermit was starting to grow on his nerves... His gaze lifted to the streets around them. The younger man observed the various shops and buildings of D.C. as they passed them. But had gone a bit quiet for the most part. This was gonna be a long night, he had a feeling... |
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| lucier | May 11 2010, 01:41 AM Post #92 |
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Well, if Jason drove a Porsche, that was just stating the obvious. He had done his research before purchasing this car, it was four years old, and blended in with the majority of D.C's middle class. No one needed their getaway cars to be memorable. And besides, Sawyer had thought right, Jason had much better things to fritter away his money on, like an expensive hotel suite and occasional hops to Vegas...not that he could do any of those things now that he was senior advisor. Speaking of...was he enjoying his new job? "Yes and no, I like having my own office, but things have gotten rather dull around the second floor, I miss Richard giving me shit, and I think your old man still doesn't know my name. Good thing on my part though. Gives him less of a reason to yell at me." Jason said conversationally. Actually, he should also watch what he said...in front of Sawyer. The kid didn't look like the type to screw him over, but Jason would rather just not take the chance, considering... Considering a lot of things. Even if this was a going to be an awkward evening, Jason was determined to have it pay off. He didn't know what kind of strings that Ross had pulled to get them a last minute private table at the Western Venice, but even Jason knew how to count his blessings when they came his way. He stopped at the counter, where a young woman looked him up and down, just for kicks, Jason looked her up and down too, before she turned very red and swallowed several times before she could speak, "SIr, you are...?" "I have a reservation," Jason said, "under Wilde." He could have made it Morgan, or Tony something, or Cliff, even, but for now, there was no reason to put a damper on a pleasantly expensive dinner. She blinked a couple of times, "Oh, yes, you requested a special room, Mr. Wilde. This way please." |
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| passionflower | May 11 2010, 11:41 AM Post #93 |
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Sawyer glanced over when Jason began to speak. So seems his promotion was good and bad. A hint of a smile tweaked his lips as he mentioned his father not knowing his name and thus not yelling at him essentially. He shook his head, chuckling a bit to himself. "... Considering you're the only Advisor I know by name, perhaps that balances out?" he chuckled softly. Once they parked, Sawyer got out, and he silently followed Jason into the rather expensive restaurant. His eyes flicked about curiously as he drank in the decor and the many waiters and waitresses bustling back and forth. His gaze then went to the host whom Jason was speaking to, and he listened as he claimed the reservation had been under 'Wilde'. He kept a fair distance between himself and Jason. No suggestion of intimacy or that this was a date. This was all business. Men went out to eat for the sake of business all the time. So why was Sawyer still uneasy? Was it perhaps the fact people always seemed to read more into innocent situations than they should? Probably. The First son gladly followed after Jason and the host as they were lead to their private room. Well seems Jason hadn't lied about taking all the precautions that would warrant them some privacy. He looked about the little room, before he took a seat at their table. He took the menu from the host, thanked her, then turned his attention to the menu in his hand. When they were alone, his eyes peeked over the menu at the man across from him. He was silent a moment or two, before he lowered the menu. "... Well... these are very nice accommodations. So thank you for that," he informed softly. He looked back down to the menu again. A glass of wine sounded good right then. Though he still found it a bit odd Jason would take him out... Less he wanted a favor or to someone fix the broken bridge. |
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| lucier | May 11 2010, 04:35 PM Post #94 |
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"Maybe," Jason agreed idly. He'd been "in the business" so long that he no longer knew how to define certain words. It was a bit pathetic that way, he supposed. He had an odd habit of picking his napkins when he was nervous and even now, the habit had yet to leave him; Sawyer had not been around hime long enough to notice, but -- Jason would rather not take any chances, he put the napkin down and settled his hands in his lap. "Well, it's only the most expensive restaurant downtown, you're very welcome." Jason was only half sarcastic here, and he got that Sawyer was probably still going to be ticked off at him for several reasons, but it really wasn't as if Jason deliberately wanted to seek him out and make his life miserable. There wasn't a point in that. He had better things to do in life and even stalking Paris Hilton seemed much more amusing. (Or maybe not) Still, the point was that the kid was asking for it. Still...what incentive did Sawyer McKinely have to be soliciting sex on the Internet? Maybe that was Jason's problem, he needed everything to make sense and very few things ever...did. Still, even he had a hard time believing that Jason was...Morgan. How could he be Morgan? None of it was logical. The girl had returned, she didn't look at them weird or anything because obviously they hardly gave out weird vibes. If Jason gave out weird vibes, he'd totally be sunk as a reporter. Although technically he wasn't, not anymore. "What would you like to drink, sirs?" Curiosity killed cat...and sometimes people. Probably curiosity had killed more people than cats, and besides, this was one of those times where Jason wanted so desperately to be wrong. It would be much easier to just not ask -- "Actually, what I have in mind is not so conventional. But humor me, please? Could i have rum and coke in a wineglass?" Not his usual. To be honest, he never knew what people saw in rum. "Okay...sure, we can do that. And you, sir?" |
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| passionflower | May 11 2010, 09:49 PM Post #95 |
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Sawyer lifted his head as the waitress came over. Before he could address her, Jason spoke up first when asked what he wanted to drink. The younger man listened to Jason's request. Rum and coke... in a wineglass of all things. He quirked a brow. "I'll have a glass of Pinot Noir. In fact just bring me the bottle," he mused quietly as he gave a nod to her. Once she got their drink orders, Sawyer's eyes flicked back over to Jason. "You don't look like much of a rum drinker," he informed with a quirked brow. He himself would normally order some sort of rum. But... this place felt more like a good place to get wine. And thus he had. He smirked faintly then. "... And in a wine glass? ... You are a strange one," he informed quietly. He looked back down to his menu, shaking his head to himself. His eyes traced down the many options for food. Appetizers, salads, soups and entrees. Fancy food of course. His brows furrowed as he found himself intrigued at the thought of ordering some frog legs, escargot or something more simple like calamari. And he had to wonder then if Jason even liked food like this. For some reason he had a feeling that answer was no. His eyes lifted again as he looked at the man sitting across from him. "... How did you get into politics anyway?" he asked. He didn't really know all that much about Jason Lansky. Knew he used to live out in Malibu. Knew he had an ex wife. Knew the other man swung both ways. And now he knew he had a shabby car (by politician standards) and seemed to like rum? ... He picked up his glass to freshly poured ice water, squeezed the lemon into it a bit, then stole a slow sip. "... Honestly, I would have never picked to be involve in politics if I'd been given the chance." he gave a soft shrug. "A rather average existence sounds very... appealing for the moment," he smiled faintly, then shook his head again. "Humans never seem to be happy with what they got. I'm sure many would be dying to be the president's off spring, for all the 'perks' it brings..." he sighed a little. |
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| lucier | May 12 2010, 12:59 AM Post #96 |
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"Bring you the bottle...oh, right, I"m driving, aren't I?" Which meant Jason should make this wineglass full of rum and coke last. But this was good, if Sawyer was going to get drunk, maybe he didn't have to think about anything so much and Jason would get secrets out of him without even trying to get secrets out of him. "It's good to be out of the ordinary sometimes, and I'm not a rum drinker, mostly straight scotch on a bad day, and vintage wine when someone else pays for it." Jason didn't much care for fine dining, but he tolerated fine foods for the same reason he tolerated a suit. In that one moment, Jason thought that his life was hardly a happy one. But hell, as long as he got what he wanted. He glanced down at his own menu, he knew his way around, but he hated everything that was over twenty dollars...nearly everything. Maybe this was a bad idea. And Sawyer hadn't reacted when Jason had ordered rum. If he was really that paranoid... Right, anyway. Jason cleared his throat, "I didn't start out with politics, not intentionally. Back in Malibu I wrote for tabloids and stalked Paris Hilton with the latest camera phone." (Or not really, he hated technology, could barely figure out what cyber sex was all about.) "Rebuilt myself after I came out here. It's just...it's just different, I guess. I'm not unhappy about it." He found himself studying the features on Sawyer's face as the younger man spoke. "At least your old man is only the President of the United States, you weren't named after an obscurely nonexistent Hebrew word or anything..." celebrities and thier namesakes were always horrible. "And...it's not forever, just for the better part of your youth. If you didn't have to...what would you do?" |
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| passionflower | May 13 2010, 01:43 AM Post #97 |
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Sawyer chuckled a bit. Right... if he had a whole bottle then that did indeed mean Jason would be driving. He glanced up at him. "... I suppose so. Hope you don't mind," he mused quietly. Wasn't like Sawyer went out often. Jason on the other hand lived in a damn hotel with a bar in the lobby. He could get smashed whenever he damn well pleased. The younger man gave a nod as Jason informed him of his typical drinking habits. A scotch drinker apparently. He smirked a little then and shook his head. "Mm... I'll take rum over anything on most days," he spoke, off handedly. He let it go at that. The First son had a pleasant face, in all actuality. Almond shaped eyes, tinted a greenish hazel in tone. Youthful angles to his jaw and the slope of his nose. And a pair of soft, pink lips. All of this loveliness framed by his dark hair, which normally fell into his eyes if not properly groomed. His father got on his ass constantly for that. Since apparently a clean appearance meant everything to the damn voters... But on top of everything else, Sawyer had a great smile. Well, when he actually smiled, which wasn't often. Sure he had a fake political smile for the cameras and journalists. When it came to genuine smiles though... those were much more rare. Like a blue moon, really. So Jason had started out as a journalist. Then somehow had ended up falling into the sway of politics once he came out to D.C. He supposed political fever hit everyone when they came to the nation's capitol.. The younger of the two let a hint of a smile tweak his lips as Jason insisted things could be worse. He wasn't named a strange name, like the poor children of insane celebrities. For that he could be thankful. "Right... the better part of my youth." he sighed a bit. "Isn't this the time I'm suppose to be making dumb mistakes and learning from them?" he shook his head. His father really would have preferred his mother to have popped a full grown, mature man out of her womb, than the baby he had been. Truly. Though when he was asked that peculiar question, Sawyer's brows tweaked. If he didn't have to be the president's son... what would he be doing instead? His fingers played a bit with the silverware on the table. He dared to knock the fork out of alignment with the rest. "I'd like to be a writer. Not for newspapers. But like... a narrative author. Novels and stories... Entertainment. Books that you stay up all night reading because they're so amazing," he smiled a little. "... But such an occupation isn't... political or respectful enough... So I'm relatively fucked." |
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| lucier | May 13 2010, 02:03 AM Post #98 |
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"Whatever you'd like," Jason said amicably. He had a vague feeling that this evening was going to derail into all sort of things already, might as well take things as they come. Be adventurous like he'd always pretended to be. And yeah, he could get smashed any time in private back in his hotel room. Although he wasn't sure if Sawyer wanted to get trashed in front of him, considering what Jason had over him...but that was fine. Whatever Sawyer liked. That was the easiest way to get information out of people. "Well...yeah, I guess making mistakes is half the fun, but maybe, well." Jason had made plenty of mistakes when he was younger. He didn't even know how to begin thinking about them, actually. He felt like an asshole wanting to tell the kid just to deal, but then again, the kid in front of him was hardly cutting himself in front of Jason to gain pity...so in a way, he was dealing. However, if the guy on the internet was Sawyer...then Jason would have to reevaluate him yet again. So Sawyer wanted to be...an author. Narrative, novel. In the lieu of creativity, all that. Jason looked surprised for only a minute, and then he decided that it really was not all that surprising. It was...like Sawyer, in a way, and it suited him. "Sometimes, you've got to learn how to say fuck off' to your old man, it's a useful skill...to be used sparingly." Then again, Jason saying fuck off to his old man and Sawyer saying fuck off to the President of the United States...there was a difference there. Although Jason would have done it either way. "But that's like you, Mr. Novelist..." And then Jason remembered as he trailed off. "Why don't you write? You're at the New Yorker, just write under a pseudonym or something. People will never know. Well, except for me, but I have better things to do." |
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| passionflower | May 13 2010, 10:15 PM Post #99 |
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Before Sawyer could reply, their waitress returned with their drinks. A full body of Pinot Noir, as well as the rum and coke combination Jason had requested (in a wine glass too). She fluttered off again, and Sawyer took his glass of wine and stole a few healthy sips of the strong stuff. "... You don't say 'fuck off' to the President," he chuckled softly. "It just doesn't work that way. He's... really more like my boss than my dad. He tells me to jump... and I ask how high," he sighed a little as he stole another sip. "It just comes with the position..." He glanced back up to Jason as the other man asked why he wasn't writing narratives for the New Yorker. He chuckled a bit then, and shook his head once more. "... I suppose I could. But I think I'd still end up having to write what they wanted me to. I... I want to write what I want. And if other people found it enjoyable, then all the more power to them and myself... But that's kind of... idealistic on my part," he smiled a bit. He looked back to his glass. "I write a lot though, when I get a spare minute or two. A hobby I guess. But it goes slowly since ... there's a lot more on my plate. Job, public appearances, press conferences.... reading books to little children," he smirked. "If you could be working anywhere and doing exactly what you wanted, what would you be doing, Mr. Lansky?" he asked. Did the other man enjoy black mailing people? Or did he just do it as part of the political game? ... Sawyer was curious. |
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| lucier | May 13 2010, 11:09 PM Post #100 |
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If Jason was any more immature, he would have told him to say fuck off anyway, didn't matter. Everyone needed to be told to fuck off every once in a while. By Sawyer's own admission, he doubted that President McKinely had ever been on the receiving end of any of that. Would probably do him some good, considering how bureaucracy was failing on so many levels, that aside. "Well, but even if you think of him as your boss, you're still his kid. If anyone has the right to say 'fuck you', it's sort of...you. Just letting you know." He hated the rum. But Jason had better sense than to make a face, he put it down and resisted the urge to shred his napkin again. "So self-publish and use a chick's pseudonym. I'm sure there's publishing houses that are more than glad to be discreet." Here, he couldn't quite resist the urge to roll his eyes. Not because he thought that Sawyer's desire to write was stupid, he was hardly, it was his inability to do anything that made Jason want to slap him good and hard upside the head or something. "What's idealistic is you sitting here and expecting things to happen. Do something about it, you're twenty-fucking-five." Besides, didn't every exclusively gay man's sex/social life end when he hit thirty? Jason wasn't sure how that was. "The other half not so much, if there were more 'idealistic' people like you around, I suspect that people like you would put people like me out of business." When the question was posed to him though, Jason went for his rum again, "I'm okay here, I think. Good job, nice hotel room, maybe I'll find time to go to the beach this summer or something. I'm very without purpose. Bet you couldn't tell, I've always done what I wanted, to a point." He raised his glass. "Shall we have a toast to you eventually publishing something? Or when you tell your old man to fuck off, whichever comes first." |
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| passionflower | May 14 2010, 12:12 AM Post #101 |
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Sawyer watched the other sip at his rum, off and on. Hm... he wondered if he liked it. He didn't seem all that enthused about his drink. A bit peculiar. But he said nothing about it. Though he looked startled as Jason informed him that he needed to quit being a god damn pussy about doing things. Go self publish, go live his life as he wanted. He was 25. Not a child... he was an adult. And arguably could live as he wished. His brows furrowed a little as he cleared his throat. His eyes flicked off. He almost opened his mouth to say something in response, then closed it again. Maybe he had really just been making excuses for himself. And maybe he did need to grow a pair. But to do so... seemed like he'd end up ostracizing himself from his family. His father, mother, and sister. His eyes flicked to his own hands, then to the glass, and the deep red wine rippling in the glass. He glanced up again as Jason broke the silence, with the proposal of a toast. A hint of a smile tweaked his lips then, as he lifted his glass. "Yes. A toast to me publishing my first novel and/or telling my old man to fuck off sounds like an excellent toast," he clinked his glass to the older fellow's. Then he brought his to his lips and he gulped down a few hefty mouthfuls of the tangy wine. He downed the glass, licked his lips, then poured another. What sort of can of worms had Jason opened with his no nonsense pep talk? No sugar coating. He told him like it was. And although it had been a bit off putting at first, Sawyer found he liked that. Maybe because his whole existence had been shrouded in bullshit, the idea of a man telling it to him straight was... a welcome relief. "... So you're happy with your existence? Happy living in a hotel room? And for working for the President?" he mused softly. He found that hard to believe. But he wasn't Jason Lansky. What they both wanted out of life was likely very different. |
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| lucier | May 14 2010, 12:53 AM Post #102 |
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Jason supposed he could have told the kid to suck it up and grow a pair, he would have been completely legitimate, because hell, there was no one else more qualified to yell at the kid for possessing no balls than Jason Lansky himself. He clinked his glass against Sawyer's and drank, he hated rum, was never going to order it again. He put down his glass as Sawyer seemed intent on pressing the subject. Honestly? "Never said I was happy," and Jason hadn't. "I said I was all right, and if I ever grow bored, I'll do something else. I'm not bored yet." Besides, Jason was a slut for money and scandal, not that Sawyer ever needed to grow acquainted with that part of him. "And at least I can do whatever the fuck I want to whenever I want. Living in a hotel room is nice...24/7 room service...but you'd have to tip extra." Perhaps that was the reason he had a shitty car to begin with. Jason was about to say something more, except the waitress from before came back, bearing apologies that she forgot to take their orders last time when she had been by with their drinks. Right. "I'm so sorry, what can I get you this evening?" Jason looked her up and down, "You can get me a steak and 70 percent cooked." He was a bit OCDed about 70 percent. "And please, have a heart and don't overcook it." It'd been a while since he had steak anyway. |
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| passionflower | May 20 2010, 12:12 PM Post #103 |
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Sawyer sipped slowly at his wine. He quirked a brow as Jason informed him he wasn't happy. He was 'all right'. The younger man's brows furrowed a bit at that. He guessed he could understand how one could get on in life without being happy. He himself was testament to that. He lived each day not really being... happy. Busy maybe, popular maybe. But not happy. Before he could poke more at the other man, the waitress hurried back over. He smirked faintly when the woman apologized for not taking their orders earlier. He'd been wondering about that but said nothing. Jason ordered first, and it brought another bemused look to Sawyer's face. Right... 70 percent? The waitress looked just as confused by the number, but she scribbled it down. Her gaze then went to Sawyer. The younger man looked up. "I'll have the filet mignon. Medium rare please," he informed. She looked relieved to have a more normal order. "I'll have these out for you shortly. Oh... and they come with side salads so... dressings?" she asked. "Olive oil and vinegar would be fine," Sawyer nodded, assuming the fancy place had something so simple. Once the young waitress got Jason's dressing request too, she flittered off to put their orders in. Sawyer's gaze then went back to Jason. "Then what would make you happy?" he grinned, refusing to let that topic die just yet. He cleared his throat then, and quirked his brow again, as he looked straight as his eyes. "And come on... 70 percent?" |
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| lucier | May 20 2010, 06:30 PM Post #104 |
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"And...Italian would be good on mine, thanks." He watched the waitress as she walked away. On a good day, he could take it or leave it. "Yes, 70 percent," Jason looked at Sawyer for a moment, because that was the easiest question to answer at the moment, "What's wrong with that? I like precision." Sometimes he liked precision too much, and he had no one but himself to blame. Besides, this was a good restaurant and he'd paid -- erm, Ross had paid boatloads. He could have his steak whatever way he wanted. What would make him happy? Jason opened his mouth, and then he closed it again. He'd gone through most of his life not thinking about questions like this because he hated the implications that the questions brought with him. But there was an upside to this, it meant he could give an honest answer without seeming stupid. "I don't know," he spread his hands on the table and shrugged one shoulder, as if it wasn't really that big a deal. "Plenty of things, I thought would make me happy, but...I don't know." Jason supposed that it should bug him, but it didn't...at least, not before. "Besides, isn't it cliche to always know what you want? Makes it less exciting. Have you always known?" |
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| passionflower | May 26 2010, 01:07 AM Post #105 |
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Sawyer still quirked a brow. He'd been out to eat plenty. Couldn't say he'd heard someone use percents before. But... Well Jason was a bit on the odd side sometimes. Being anal about percentages didn't come off as all that surprising, the longer he thought about it. He let the subject go. Right... Jason didn't know what made him happy? At his age? Sawyer found that a bit strange. But, who was he to judge? His eyes softened as he kept them on the other man sitting across from him. "... I suppose, no. In fact even things that I think would make me happy... for all I know, once I get there I might find they don't fulfill me at all," he smiled faintly. "I guess it is part of life, to find out what makes you happy," he admitted. He looked back down to his wine. "... Just as long as you're not hurting other people's happiness," he murmured quietly. His eyes flicked back up to Jason then, as silence took the table for a beat or two. Before it could be broken though, the waitress returned with their salads. His gaze lifted to meet her face and he managed a polite smile and a murmur of thanks. With the food now in front of him to distract him, he poured some of the olive oil and vinegar onto his salad, then began to spear the lettuce and veggies with the appropriate fork. He brought the mouthful to his lips and chewed thoughtfully. "What did you want to be when you were a kid?" he mused softly. |
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