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Post by GIOVANNA on May 16, 2011 1:09:53 GMT -5
Thanks, Simmie and Sugar. Yes, Widge has quite the high opinion of himself, doesn't he? After all the praise that Bozo is getting on the show, I have decided to have him gutted like a fish. LOL, I love you gutting Ridge like a fish..........  |
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 16, 2011 1:11:21 GMT -5
As you wish, heehee.... 
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 16, 2011 1:26:28 GMT -5
Taylor's Mansion
Taylor sat in her king-sized bed, her eyes red from crying. She had planned on going into FC and plotting with Stephanie on ways to twist that knife into Brooke, but after the news had hit, she didn't dare leave the house. The phone had been ringing nonstop, so she had taken it off the hook.
Flashback
After hanging up with her brother, she had pooh-poohed his concerns about her reputation, only to have the phone ring.
Taylor: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Taylor? It's Jarrod.
Taylor: Yes, Jarrod, what can I do for you?
He chuckled.
Jarrod: Well, you can tell me how it feels being the other woman.
Taylor: Excuse me?
Jarrod: Oh, come on, you know what I'm talking about. How does it feel like being the concubine.
Taylor: I am NOT a concubine, nor am I the other woman. I am Ridge's wife.
Jarrod: Ex-wife. Ridge is married to Brooke.
Taylor: In name only. He never should have divorced me.
Jarrod snorted.
Jarrod: Is that your excuse for screwing a married man and asking him to leave his small son post-coitus?
Taylor: No need to be crude.
Jarrod: Please, this is mild treatment compared to what you will be getting. After all your lectures on marital fidelity, don't you think your tight-necked morality in the face of your banging Ridge without a shred of concern for his two small children is a bit hypocritical?
She turned red.
Taylor: How can you talk like that to me? After all, you once referred to me as the ultimate trophy wife.
Jarrod: Come on, Taylor, this is business. How are you going to spin your sleazy conduct with your pristine image?
Taylor: Good-BYE, Jarrod.
She slammed the phone down and her eyes filled with tears. After being referred to as one of the most beautiful and saintly women in Bel Air by the press, they were now calling her moral support of Ridge in his moment of need as not a saintly sacrifice, but "Sordid" and "Rutting like dogs."
Why does this always happen to MEEE?
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 16, 2011 2:44:40 GMT -5
Ridge's Office
Things were not going well for Ridge. They were not going well at all. He had locked himself in his office and tried to design, but the press dogging him and calling him kept flooding his train of thoughts. It was hard to view oneself as the ultimate designer who loved women when the press was calling him and reminding him of his infidelity. Jon had bawled him out, telling him he had been stupid and irresponsible by not reading the contract, and Mildred Rogers, the militant feminist reporter from Bel Air People, was going on her show and speculating if, "The lovely Brooke Logan Forrester had finally had enough." He flipped on the TV and saw Ms. Rogers, a brunette in her forties with a striking resemblance to Joan Crawford, interviewing a female divorce lawyer and questioning her on what a woman in Brooke's position should do.
He scowled. Man-hating bitches, he thought angrily.
The phone rang and he put the TV on mute.
Ridge: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Ridge?
Ridge: Yeah, Doc, what's up?
There was sniffling on the other end.
Taylor: You need to call Jarrod and tell him to back off.
Ridge: Why, what did he do?
Taylor: He called me and used the crudest language to me! He also called me a hypocrite.
Ridge did a slow burn.
Taylor: He called what we did sordid and he made me look like this home-wrecker who is trying to seduce a father away from his children.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 16, 2011 10:24:30 GMT -5
Ridge's Office
Taylor: I'm NOT a home wrecker, Ridge! I've never wrecked a marriage in my life.
The sniffling got louder.
Ridge: There, there, Doc. Of course you haven't.
Taylor: I mean, after years of being referred to the perfect wife and mother of Bel Air, now I get this abuse. Just a few afternoons of love and sacrifice and they are calling me worse names than they call Brooke. If she wasn't being so demanding, I wouldn't have had to make love to you to reassure you. This is all her fault.
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Post by simmiem2 on May 16, 2011 16:24:02 GMT -5
AaahahahHahahahaa!!
awesome!!!
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 19, 2011 2:09:42 GMT -5
Ridge's Office
Ridge coughed.
Ridge: So what else did Jarrod say?
Taylor: Not much. I hung up on him.
Ridge: Have you called him back?
Taylor: No, should I have?
Ridge: No, don't. Leave this tabloid stuff to Logan, you have too much class to respond.
Taylor: That's true. But maybe I should call Jarrod, tell him my side. After all, he has always loved me. In fact, I think he might have a crush on me.
She blew her nose.
Taylor: Besides, what we did isn't adultery. After all, Angelina Jolie managed to weather her fling with a married Brad Pitt, so I can do the same.
Ridge: Well, don't dignify the rumors. Let me do damage control.
Taylor: You would do that?
Ridge: Of course I would, Doc. None of this is your fault. This is all that bastard Spencer's doing. He's just jealous because he lost the company.
Allie's Office
Allie sat at her desk, listening to her despicable uncle and his loathsome tramp with her earphones.
Thank God she didn't marry my father, it would only be a matter of time before she and that bastard were screwing behind his back.
Any doubts she had about spying on her uncle were gone now.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 19, 2011 2:58:16 GMT -5
Bill's Office
Brooke blinked back tears. She cursed to herself for loosing it in front of Bill Spencer, of all people, but she couldn't help herself. So, Ridge was claiming that he married her for RJ? She thought of how many times he had dumped her, only to interfere with her subsequent marriages.
Brooke: Dammit.
Bill handed her a tissue.
Brooke: I feel like an idiot.
She blew her nose.
Brooke: So that's what he thinks of me, that I'm an obligation.
Bill coughed.
Bill: Look at it this way, it's HIS loss. And trust me, this tryst will literally bite him on the ass.
Brooke: After all I've done for him. I even lied to my baby sister for him.
Bill: Well, from where I stand, he screwed up. If he had issues with you, he should have had a conversation with you instead of Taylor. Just a question, why didn't you tell Katie about his mother faking a stroke?
Brooke: I don't know, I didn't want to dump on her.
Bill: You wouldn't have been dumping on her. Nothing wrong with turning to family for emotional support. And make no mistake, Katie and Donna are your family, not him, not his mammy, and not the poster boy for Viagra.
She laughed bitterly.
The phone rang and he picked it up.
Bill: Hello.
Voice: Yeah, let me speak to Spencer.
Bill: That would be me.
Voice: You sleazy, jealous bastard.
Bill: Who's this?
Voice: Who do you think? Ridge Forrester.
Bill: Ah, Ridge. Always a pleasure.
Ridge: Cut the crap, I should hunt you down.
Bill raised an eyebrow.
Brooke: Put him on speaker.
Bill: Very well.
He pushed a button.
Bill: So, Ridge, what's the problem?
Ridge: Don't play stupid with me, you snake. You know what I'm calling about. The tabloids, for God's sake? I guess you are your father's son after all.
Bill chuckled.
Bill: I take it you don't like being in the news.
Ridge: Oh, that. Well, I can handle that. I'm calling about that Limey bastard you sicked on my wife.
Bill: You mean Jarrod?
Ridge: Damn right I mean Jarrod. That sleazy hack is upsetting my wife.
Bill: Jarrod adores Brooke. I can't imagine him-
Ridge: I'm not talking about Logan, you prick. I'm talking about Taylor.
Brooke shut her eyes to keep the tears from flowing.
Bill: Excuse me, Ridge, but what crack are you smoking? Brooke is your wife.
Ridge: Yeah, because of RJ. My REAL wife is Taylor. She's sensitive and vulnerable, and you let Jarrod lose on her. She's in a highly emotional state and this nonsense in the press is upsetting her. Taylor is a lady and not used to this sleazy press. Now Logan, on the other hand-
Brooke picked up the phone.
Brooke: You bastard.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 20, 2011 2:01:15 GMT -5
Ridge's Office
Ridge felt his face heat up, which was not a good sign. He coughed.
Ridge: Logan?
Brooke: Don't call me that.
Ridge: How much did you hear?
Brooke: Everything. You married me for RJ, indeed. And what's this crap about Taylor being your real wife?
Ridge was furious.
What was she doing with Bill Spencer, anyway?
Ridge: I-
Brooke: What's the matter, Ridge? Can't you lie your way out of this one?
He started gasping.
Brooke: You married me for RJ, indeed. What a load.
Ridge: Well, I couldn't have that bastard Popeye raise him, now, could I?
Brooke: Oh, but I'm supposed to be okay with RJ calling the town drunk his stepmother.
Ridge: Don't you call her that.
Brooke: Excuse me?
Ridge: I'll thank you not to talk about Taylor like that. She's been through too much.
Brooke: Thanks to me, of course.
Ridge: That's right.
Brooke: I was being facetious, you ass.
Ridge: Face-how do you spell that?
Brooke: A-S-S-H-O-L-E.
Ridge: Logan, that's enough. I'll thank you not to talk like that. You need to dial it down, sassing me and vilifying Taylor after all you've done to her.
Brooke: Oh, after all I've done?
Ridge: You destroyed her marriage.
Brooke: Oh, her finally admitting to screwing James had nothing to do with it? And while we're on the subject of marriages being ended due to an outsider, how many times has she returned from the dead and gotten me out of the way?
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Post by helliewellie on May 22, 2011 9:49:58 GMT -5
So cruel, but necessary for Brooke to finally wise up!!
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Post by lalogan on May 22, 2011 11:40:43 GMT -5
Widge has some nerve. He's cheating on Brooke but he scolds her for "insulting" his whore.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 23, 2011 1:16:13 GMT -5
So cruel, but necessary for Brooke to finally wise up!!
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 23, 2011 1:25:10 GMT -5
Allie's Office
Allie's blue eyes widened in shock.
So, Princess actually cheated on Uncle Ridge, eh?
Ridge: Logan, that's enough.
Brooke: Well, Ridge? Isn't THAT why you pulled the plug on your marriage? Taylor told you about her tryst, oops, my bad, her beautiful sacrifice and you pulled out. Do your children know that Daddy left Mommy because she was an adulteress?
Ridge: Be quiet.
Brooke: Why? Why the hell should I? Your children claim that I broke up your marriage and you just sit there and let me take the fall for it. Do they also know that you and your mother, with the help of a forger, wrecked my marriage to your father?
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 23, 2011 2:07:27 GMT -5
Bill's Office
Bill's eyes widened in shock. The moral Stephanie Forrester hired a forger and pimped her son out.
Ridge: Logan.
Brooke: What?
Ridge: You're obviously not thinking straight. That bastard is manipulating you.
Brooke: Which bastard? Because the ONLY bastard who is manipulating me is the jerk on the other end of the line.
Ridge: I think we should have dinner later, when you are calmer.
Brooke rolled her eyes. What an idiot, she thought. But then she realized that she needed to buy time before she made her next move, and that would be changing the locks.
Brooke: Very well. When?
Ridge: Eight O'Clock, Cafe Ruise.
Brooke: It's a date.
She hung up.
Bill stared at her.
Brooke: What?
Bill: Not to interfere, but you can't be okay with this.
Brooke: Of course I'm not ok with his crap. I just don't want him to suspect anything. I need the name of a locksmith as well as the name of your friend.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 23, 2011 2:09:29 GMT -5
Widge has some nerve. He's cheating on Brooke but he scolds her for "insulting" his whore. |
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 24, 2011 1:16:39 GMT -5
Ridge's Office
Ridge stared at the phone, his mother watching him carefully.
That bastard Spencer is coaching her, he thought. That, or she's on some serious drugs, there was no reasonable explanation for her temper tantrum.
Stephanie: Well?
He shook his head.
Stephanie: Don't tell me you're going to forgive her after this.
He stared at her stupidly.
Stephanie: It's bad enough that she's sleeping with her sister's husband, but for her to talk to you in such a crude and coarse manner? There are no words.
Ridge: You don't know if she's sleeping with Bill.
Stephanie: Oh, come on, Honey. Why else is she over there? You're too smart to fall for that. After all, this is the same woman who slept with two of her daughter's husbands.
Ridge looked at her like a whipped puppy.
Stephanie: She's not going to get away with this.
Ridge: Mother.
She reached for her purse and left.
Brooke's Mansion
Thirty Minutes Later
Brooke shook her long, blond hair and looked at herself in the mirror. After retuning home, she had taken a hot shower, as she knew she was a mess. Her eyes were red from crying, and she was so angry she could feel the lines on her face. Since she talked to Bill, he asked her to lay low and not go into work, as there was about to be a bloodbath. After showering, she had changed into a pair of jeans and a green tank top. The phone rang and she picked it up.
Brooke: Hello?
Voice: Hello, Mrs. Forrester?
She coughed.
Brooke: This is she.
Voice: This is Vince Nguyen.
Brooke: Who?
Vince: The locksmith. Are you still interested in getting your locks changed?
Brooke: Yes, of course.
Vince: I'm in your driveway. May I come up?
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Post by helliewellie on May 25, 2011 3:45:09 GMT -5
great!!
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 26, 2011 1:35:34 GMT -5
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 28, 2011 1:59:08 GMT -5
Brooke's Mansion
Brooke: Certainly.
She hung up the phone and the doorbell rang. She opened it and noticed a young man with the thickest head of black hair she had ever seen and the build of a boxer. He was also about twenty years her junior.
Brooke: Mr. Nguyen?
Vince: Yes. Are you Mrs. Forrester?
She cleared her throat.
Brooke: At the moment. Please, come in.
She stepped aside and let him enter.
Vince double-checked his new client. She certainly was pretty, with her long, blond hair, hazel eyes, and slender build. She also had some thin lines around her mouth which he found appealing. He shook his head and focused on business.
Vince: I expected someone older.
She laughed lightly and hoped he wasn't hitting on her.
Brooke: I need my locks changed. And I need double locks.
Vince: Will do.
Brooke: I have a front door, back door, and a side door. I am willing to pay top dollar.
He coughed.
Vince: Changing the locks will be a hundred and fifty per lock. As for the double locks, that will be double.
Brooke: Fine. I'll be in the study if you need anything.
The Driveway
Stephanie sat in her Rolls Royce, stewing in her bile. She had pulled up in time to see a man exit an SUV and walk towards the entrance. The SUV was a two thousand Dodge and she rolled her eyes.
Leave it to a caterer's daughter to go slumming for a working class man to fornicate with.
She didn't know whether to be angry at the tramp for screwing the help to hurt her son or the timing. At least when Ridge stepped out on his marriage he picked a lady of style and substance. She got out of her car and headed for the house.
Brooke's study
Brooke sat at her desk, the one she used when she brought work home with her or did the family budget and exhaled.
Am I being too sudden in wanting out?
The sound of the doorbell interrupted her train of thought and she looked out the window to see a blue Rolls with the license plate CLASSY parked in her driveway. She shook her head in anger, as she knew that car anywhere.
Figures the old hypocrite was at her doorstep, she thought. Her bastard son screwed Taylor and here she was, ready to crow and gloat. The woman had no shame.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Brooke rose and headed to answer it.
The Foyer
Brooke opened the door a crack.
Brooke: What the hell do you want?
Stephanie glared down her nose.
Stephanie: Rude as ever, I see.
Brooke: Oh, this coming from a woman who barges into peoples' houses.
Stephanie: May I come in?
Brooke: No.
Vince walked in.
Vince: Mrs. Forrester?
Brooke turned around, and the older woman used this as an excuse to push her way in. She glared at Vince.
Stephanie: Well, well, well.
Brooke stared at her, not believing her cheek.
Stephanie: You certainly don't waste any time, do you?
Brooke shook her head.
Stephanie turned to Vince.
Stephanie: Where did she find you? In a bar?
Vince: Excuse me?
Stephanie: Can you excuse us?
Vince: Who the hell are you?
Stephanie: The mother of this tramp's husband.
Vince looked uncomfortable. He really didn't want to get in the middle of this, but there was something about this older woman that made him uneasy.
Vince: I'm not leaving.
Stephanie: What did you say?
Vince: I work for Mrs. Forrester, not you. And I leave when she tells me to.
Brooke: You heard my employee, Stephanie. He leaves at my request, NOT your demand. And you were not invited in, so you are trespassing. Please leave.
Stephanie: I'm not going anywhere. We need to talk.
Brooke: About what? Not that I care.
Stephanie narrowed her eyes. When she addressed Brooke, she spoke as if talking to a backwards child.
Stephanie: I have been telling you for months that your siding with your children against Ridge would cost you your marriage. I told you and Taylor told you, but as usual, you refused to listen. So you have no one to blame but-
Brooke hauled off and slapped her.
Brooke: How DARE you barge in here and air my personal business to someone who works for me. And how DARE you accuse me of siding with my children against Ridge, after years of blasting me for putting him first.
Stephanie held her face, then pulled her arm back, but Brooke blocked her and shoved her. Then she turned to Vince.
Brooke: Call the police.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 28, 2011 2:26:44 GMT -5
The Foyer
Stephanie stared at her hated daughter-in-law. How dare she raise her hand to her. She moved towards her, only to have Brooke pick up the nearest object, a vase.
Brooke: Don't even think about coming any closer.
Stephanie stared at her.
Stephanie: Do you have any idea how much that vase cost my son?
Brooke: No. Nor do I give a damn. But if it stops you, it will be a loss I am willing to eat. Now get lost unless you want me to call the cops.
Vince picked up the phone and dialed.
Vince: Hello, I'd like to report an intruder.
Stephanie pulled herself up. She had no desire to get into it with the tramp and her enforcement, as when she told her precious son about the incident, she was going to make damn sure he saw what kind of she-wolf he married. She turned towards the door, then turned to Brooke.
Stephanie: I'm leaving. But any hope of my son staying with you will be long gone after I talk to him.
Allie's Office
The Same Time
Allie sat at her desk, making notes of the conversation between her scummy uncle and his wife.
So, Taykiller cheated on Uncle Ridge with James, eh?
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Post by lalogan on May 28, 2011 22:21:45 GMT -5
Go Brooke! I'm glad YOUR Brooke slapped that hag instead of just standing there and taking it when the old bitch assails her.
Go on, Fang. Tell your stupid son what a "she-wolf" he married. He can continue getting crabs from the slutty Lips for all Brooke cares. Who knows, if Fang is really lucky, he'll bring her in for a menage a trois and she can boink the two people (besides herself) she loves the most.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 29, 2011 1:27:36 GMT -5
Brooke's Mansion, The Foyer
Brooke rubbed her head, then turned to Vince.
Brooke: Sorry.
Vince: For what?
Brooke: That you had to see that.
He shrugged.
Vince: Does she normally barge into your home like that?
Brooke: Too many times to count. Usually I don't do anything, but I have had a rotten morning and am NOT in the mood for her crap.
Vince: Think she'll talk to her son?
Brooke: Of course. The two of them are thicker than a couple of thieves.
Vince: If you need a witness-
Brooke: Thanks, but no. He'll believe her, anyway.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 29, 2011 1:36:30 GMT -5
The Metro Diner
Amber sat at a booth, nursing her coke. She wasn't really hungry, but she needed a meal for the morning she had planned. It had been two years since she had been to LA, and she had agonized about whether or not she should come back. It had been a rough three years since she left, what with her pregnancy and her struggling to make ends meet. When she found out about being pregnant, she hadn't told anyone except her mother. She had tried to fend for herself, but then realized that she was being foolish; after all, she didn't get pregnant by herself and Deacon deserved more than what he was getting, anyway.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 29, 2011 2:55:28 GMT -5
Go Brooke! I'm glad YOUR Brooke slapped that hag instead of just standing there and taking it when the old bitch assails her. Go on, Fang. Tell your stupid son what a "she-wolf" he married. He can continue getting crabs from the slutty Lips for all Brooke cares. Who knows, if Fang is really lucky, he'll bring her in for a menage a trois and she can boink the two people (besides herself) she loves the most.
Speaking of trash, I just had a visual of Widge catching a case of crabs. Can you see him emoting and growling when he discovers a burning sensation? That would earn Wonnn an emmy for sure. |
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 29, 2011 3:10:44 GMT -5
Allie's Office
Allie reread her notes, then picked up her cell phone and dialed.
She tapped her fingers on the desk until someone picked up.
Voice: Hello?
Allie: Hello, Mr. Spencer?
Bill: Yes, this is he.
Allie: Hi, guess what?
Bill: What?
Allie: I have some more dirt.
Bill: Great. Why don't we meet?
Allie: When?
Bill: Oh, about two o'clock.
Allie: Sounds good.
Bill: My office. Oh, Brooke was just here.
Allie: I heard. I still have the bugs in place in that jerk's office.
She bit her lower lip.
Allie: Does she know about me yet?
Bill: Not a clue. I alluded that Ridge's tryst was going to bite him on the ass.
Allie: He's such a scum. I actually feel bad for Brooke. I have never heard her talk like that to him.
Bill: Well, I'll see you at two. Oh, you may want to call Connor.
Allie: Ok, will do. Later.
She hung up and turned around to see Steffy in the doorway. She felt mean, but she really hated her cousin. She was nasty, snotty, and nosy. Plus she acted like her crap didn't stink. And today she was looking very trashy indeed, with her black fingernails and trench-coat. Plus that fire engine red lipstick was too strong for her pale coloring.
Steffy looked down her nose at her cousin. She viewed her as nothing more than a pampered, insignificant brat. And she knew she didn't like her, which puzzled her. She shook her head and chalked it up to jealousy.
Steffy: Who were you talking to?
Allie: A friend.
Steffy: Obviously. Who?
Allie: Just someone.
Steffy: Well, hurry it up. Grandmother has an announcement to make.
Allie: About what?
Steffy: Brooke leaving the company.
Allie watched her.
Allie: And you know this how?
Steffy smirked.
Steffy: Well, my parents had a wild night together recently, so it looks like my dad is finally dumping Brooke. So she'll have no choice but to leave the company.
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