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Date Posted: 20:55:22 09/20/23 Wed
Author: Mark
Author Host/IP: 97.125.239.177
Subject: Re: 2023 Fair Season Sightings Report
In reply to: RobNash 's message, "Re: 2023 Fair Season Sightings Report" on 14:27:53 09/15/23 Fri

I wasn't able to find them all but here's a few cut and pasted from The Girlfriend Series in 2016.....

Part 1--Krissy

Krissy

I was in 7th grade in the fall of 1990 and at the very early stages of being attracted to girls, even though I had had sexual connotations with female smoking going back to at least 1st grade. My rural Minnesota school merged with a neighboring school just as we were going into 7th grade, and I was struck at how the other school's "girls" were far more physically and emotionally mature than the girls I was used to at my school. There were several impressive examples but at the top of the pyramid was "Krissy", a light brunette with a classic 80s hairdo who sat the table next to mine in shop class. I was the class clown and garnered my share of attention from Krissy, and it was hard to read at the time whether it was exclusively the eye-rolling variety or whether she had a bit of a crush on me as I had on her. Looking back, there were some clues she was at least a little interested. I had zero game and never even considered making a move for her which is probably why I'm alive today because the girls from the new school (we were in their building) were tightly guarded by a very tough group of guys who taught lessons to my peers who dared to encroach upon their women.

But the Krissy legend smoldered throughout junior high as she was gorgeous.....head and shoulders above any other girl in the junior high. This was a tough, party school and rumors abounded of all the kids at the school were already smokers. Krissy's name never came up but oh how I fantasized about this pretty girl wielding a cigarette after school. Those familiar with my smoke blog have likely read that this fantasy came to life in a way when I was in downtown Minneapolis the day after Thanksgiving in 1990 and saw a 13-ish girl who could have been Krissy's identical twin smoking a cigarette in the entryway of a department store....and I got to wait for the bus and watch the entire show. I savored this image because I wouldn't get another chance to so vividly imagine Krissy smoking a cigarette for a very long time.

Junior high transitioned into high school and Krissy lost her sex appeal for me. She went blond and that wasn't really working for me....and she just didn't age well looks-wise either. It also didn't help she was dating the biggest asshole in the high school. At some point in 10th grade, I heard her talk about smoking and it had been confirmed that she had picked up the habit. Weirdly, this news did nothing to gratify that three-year-old fantasy. And even though my interaction with Krissy throughout high school was relatively limited--and the fact that I despised her boyfriend--she and I got along quite well and she always acted a little nervous and even a tad smitten in my presence. When it came to pass around senior pics, I got three from Krissy, with a gushing message written on the back of all three, continued from one to the next. I remember that raised my eyebrow a bit at the time, but I nonetheless went 10 full years after high school graduation without giving more than a passing thought to Krissy.....until the night that changed everything.

That night was September 30, 2006, the night our 10-year class reunion was held at a local bar and grill...a year before Minnesota's smoking ban was implemented. I was commiserating with some of the crowd and at one point looked up to see this gorgeous light brunette with a familiar air about her standing amidst the crowd with freshly lit cigarette in hand. At first I thought it was someone else, but in about 10 seconds it hit me that this was Krissy. The years had been very kind. Whatever she had lost in those high school years she had regained in her 20s as she was an absolute knockout once again. It had been 16 years at that point since I had met Krissy and the image of her smoking a cigarette was finally realized, and it was definitely living up to expectations.

About 20 minutes passed and I was at the bar catching up with a couple of old buddies. I looked over to the bar and saw Krissy sitting next to a guy who I figured had to have been her boyfriend. We made eye contact and she flashed me a sweet smile and a jubilant wave hello....with the hand that was not holding another freshly lit cigarette. As soon as there was a lull in the discussion with the friends, I went over to talk with Krissy. For about 15 minutes, the laughs and conversation flowed like nothing I ever remembered with any girl from my school let alone Krissy. The boyfriend seemed like a nice guy but I could tell from the body language and some of the more overt things that Krissy volunteered (together for five years and no rings) that there was trouble in paradise. When she found out I lived in Iowa, she actually brought up smoking and how she went there to stock up on cheaper cigarettes....and half-jokingly that maybe I could buy them for her and deliver them. It was a dream conversation with electric chemistry...right in front of her boyfriend. The meals were soon served and I walked away but was clearly flying very high....

And Krissy proceeded to initiate two more conversations in the hours to come, once to inform me that she was crossing the street to go to the other bar in town....and once I got to that bar later, she grabbed me by the arm in mid-conversation to introduce me to her ambivalent kid sister, also a hottie and a smoker. A lot was going on that night so I didn't have time to dwell on all this attention Krissy was doting on me to the extent I would in a traditional environment, but when it came time for me to leave I had the presence of mind to approach a three-sheets-to-the-wind Krissy at the bar as she smoked another cigarette to bid her adieu. Suffice it to say an additional 20 minutes--luxurious minutes!!--passed before I'd get out of that bar. Krissy was hanging all over me and parading me around the bar like a trophy with her arm around my waist. Never would I have imagined that I would be the big story coming out of the 10-year class reunion--especially as it related to Krissy--but I definitely became that. She proceeded to parade me up to her boyfriend playing pool in an obvious attempt to make him jealous, but I was trying to look as detached as possible to avoid incurring his wrath, and there was clearly no animosity on his part as he was probably used to this kind of behavior from her. From there, she paraded me to the bar's empty back corner where I knew things were gonna get serious. Dramatic pleas to e-mail her were forthcoming, followed by come-hither looks and her pulling in for a kiss. We were barely out of sight of the boyfriend and others in the bar so I tried to be as subtle as possible, but here I was exchanging tongues with Krissy whose breath tasted like fresh tobacco. The scenario I had fantasized about 15 years earlier was now my reality.

It was pretty clear that Miss Krissy was BIG trouble but I made good on my promise and e-mailed her. The e-mail exchanges began platonically enough and I figured she was just drunk and caught up in the moment when she came on to me that night. But a few weeks later she informed me she had broken up with the boyfriend. Not long after that, "getting together for drinks" was suggested and agreed upon. I couldn't believe what was happening. But then things got complicated and the e-mail exchanges became less frequent and more coded. It appeared she was backing away from the date suggestion, at least for the near term. But by the summer of 2007 I threw out a hail mary pass saying "I wasn't taking no for answer" and she took the bait. A date was scheduled for August, nearly 11 months after our class reunion adventure.

I showed up that Friday night to an even more slender than before Krissy in a red blouse and tight jeans. We sat at the table as she sipped on a couple of beers, at one point breaking out her pack of Marlboros and firing one up, at one point exhaling in front of her face my direction and waving the smoke away from me as it was migrating to my face (if only she knew!!!). There was only partial chemistry with "sober Krissy" but she still tested me a few times to measure my interest level while picking my brain for my stories that always cracked her up. During these exchanges, the term "we" came up in an apparent reference to another guy. I didn't know Krissy that well but had gotten a few warnings from friends who knew I was trying to date her that she liked to play games, her favorite of which being to make her current boyfriend jealous by hanging all over a new guy. Ultimately the "we" references were too prolific to ignore and I asked her if she was seeing someone. She was...."sort of". And by "sort of" she meant they were living together....but that "he didn't respect her and was selfish", on and on and on. Then, after checking her phone a number of times, lo and behold the jealous boyfriend was coming to the bar to keep and eye on her, which she claimed pissed her off even though she may very well have planned it that way. Any guy with any sense would have ran out of the bar for his life at that moment, but I was just dumb enough and smitten enough with Krissy to stick around....

Boyfriend "Josh" was there in about 15 minutes. He was five years younger than her and, looking back, seemed like a perfectly normal Joe Sixpack who happened to be in the final throes of a relationship with a crazy person. I was smooth enough to pacify what should have been an awkward encounter, laying on the charm telling my stories which seemed to put Josh at ease even though Krissy was now getting tipsy and over the top in her admiration for my storytelling. Luckily Josh was able to keep his cool and I did my best to appear nonthreatening, but Krissy was making it tough as she put her hands all over my chest in front of him and proceeded to tell me how she was gonna come down and visit me in Iowa for the weekend. Either Josh was sick of the show or deemed me nonthreatening enough to hang with the boys at one point, but once he did Krissy and I stayed in the back booth of the bar. She pressed herself right up to me and was in tears about her dysfunctional family all while sticking her hands on my jeans, her right hand holding a cigarette and only a couple of inches from my crotch. Josh kept looking over his shoulder to make sure no lines were getting crossed...and I have no idea how I got out of that place with my life that night.

Krissy took me to the front of the bar for more inappropriate performance art in front of Josh and his friends, baiting me with questions about "what I thought of her" and "you would never say THAT to me would you?" As clueless as I was, I was thinking it was about time to leave. I got outside the bar and Krissy followed, with Josh leering out the glass door to make sure nothing untoward was going on. She continued to bait me trying to elicit me to make a move, but I had one other problem in that I really, really, REALLY had to go to the bathroom. I dared nothing more than to put my hand on her shoulder semiaffectionately, hoping to break away so I could get out of town and stop on the first side road to take a piss. She was having none of it though and lured me around the corner into the darkness to make out again. Between the discomfort in my bladder and my fear of a burly construction worker boyfriend beating me to a pulp, I wasn't enjoying this kiss as much as I'd hope. After a couple of minutes, she reinforced her desire to spend the weekend with me sometime soon.

I was a smitten sucker and continued to indulge this hot mess in the next couple of weeks, and she told me she formally dumped Josh several days later. I made the move and asked if she'd want to date more seriously, to which she at first agreed but then found some clarity in the next 48 hours and realized it was probably not gonna work with us. And she was right as I'd have been eaten alive by her greasy antics as soon as the novelty of living out this schoolboy crush wore off. And while I haven't seen her since, there were a couple of other instances where she was sniffing around to see if I was still interested via e-mail and Facebook. In 2012, she posted a gushing screed on my Facebook wall that she knew would get as many old classmates as possible talking, but I only played along insofar as maintaining a friendly discourse without indicating continued interest, as I was quite certain she was once again putting on a show to make another current boyfriend jealous.

She's 38 now and in what appears to be a serious relationship, and she even has a kid. I'm not sure if she still smokes but I think it's a reasonably safe bet that she does. My 20-year class reunion is likely coming up this summer and there's still a possibility of an overdue hookup with Krissy and I if the situation is ever right. Seems like any situation that would involve a hookup with her would likely come with more trouble than it's worth though so perhaps I should be satisfied simply making good on my boyhood fantasy of not only seeing her smoking, but actually kissing her while she smoked....twice!!



Part 4--Courtney

In my last installment, I mentioned how in the year 2009 I struck gold with a nonsmoking girl named Brooke who had just graduated high school and I pulled off a lengthy relationship with her. Right around Halloween 2009, Brooke and I hit a rough patch and separated for a bit. During this hiatus we saw other people and one of the people I saw was bounty hunter "Aly" profiled in the last chapter. But the more prominent find I scored during the Brooke hiatus was 18-year-old Courtney, a light brunette from Cedar Rapids a couple of hours east of where I lived. My confidence was high after winning over Brooke despite our 13-year age difference so when I saw the new Singlesnet profile of this smokin' hot light brunette who listed herself as a regular smoker, I didn't hesitate sending her a message. As was the case with Brooke six months earlier, I didn't figure my chances were great when I sent the e-mail, but lo and behold I had another one on the hook within moments....

Courtney was just as hot as Brooke if not more so, but was also a smoker. And while Brooke was charming but immature and unmotivated, Courtney was wise beyond her years with clear ambition and goals for her future, eager to overcome her decidedly downscale upbringing. I was very impressed by her and couldn't believe that it seemed like I won the online dating lottery again. As had become my normal, I revealed my fetish right away to Courtney in so many words and she embraced it, revealing that she smoked an impressive pack and a half a day of Newports, a habit she picked up when she was 13. Unfortunately, she partied a little too hard in those early teen years and ended up having a stint in rehab. Even though the rehab revelation was a huge red flag for Elise two years earlier, with Courtney I just felt more convinced that that life was part of her past, and my instinct has been right on that as I still know Courtney 6 1/2 years later and she remains clean.

But back to November 2009, Courtney and I began an e-mail exchange on Singlesnet that wasn't too heavy-handed and allowed us to get to know each other at just the right pace. A little over a week after I met her, I noticed on her Singlesnet profile that she was now listed at age 19 so I wished her a happy birthday. She then came clean with a "little white lie" that she had actually JUST TURNED 18 but couldn't wait to get on Singlesnet and meet someone so she fibbed about her age. Even though the age of consent in Iowa is 16 and I hadn't broken any laws, it was a little unnerving to know she was still legally a "child" for that first week we talked even though I didn't know it. And it was still a little awkward knowing that she was still only a senior in high school! Daily e-mails continued in the weeks ahead and I found Courtney's Myspace page, giving me access to a flurry of crazy hot pics of her that raised the stakes of my attraction. Hard as it would have seemed for me to improve upon Brooke, I was thinking I had done so....

But all at once in early December, the e-mails from Courtney came to a stop. I would have been flipping out at this development but Brooke reached out and we reconciled, and we renewed our courtship for another couple of months before determining our differences were irreconcilable But by February 2010 my first thought after Brooke and I officially broke up was to reconnect with Courtney. She was no longer on Singlesnet so all I had was that Myspace account where I threw a hail mary pass and e-mailed her. Imagine my pleasant surprise a few minutes later when she wrote back with "Hi hun! I was hoping you'd find me on here!" I still don't really understand how she lost access to the Singlesnet account but she did and we lost touch. We were back and better than ever now though, only at this point we decided it was time to talk on the phone....

It felt weird being a 32-year-old man intimidated by an 18-year-old girl, but between her mature beauty and well-spoken ways, she kind of had me shaking in my shoes the first time I dialed her digits. The verdict from our first phone chat: okay. There certainly wasn't the chemistry that I had with Elise or Brooke and I feared there was a real chance I'd lose her before date time came. But the calls kept coming, often times on her smoke breaks at her night job at a spice factory. My favorite memory from all of those Courtney smoke break calls....the cough. She was only 18 and already had a cute chronic smoker's cough that emerged every few minutes into our chats. Unfortunately it's kind of telling that the smoker's cough was definitely my favorite memory from all of those Courtney phone chats because not much else seemed to be clicking with us.

Between high school, a couple of community college classes, and her evening work shift, Courtney was a busy girl and hard to pin down. There may have been some unspoken apprehension on her part to meet a guy nearly twice her age as well but if there was she hid it well. It would be early April 2010 before I'd finally score that first date with Courtney, driving to Cedar Rapids on a Sunday afternoon to pick her up at home as requested. And when I say pick her up at home, you can imagine my apprehension because home was with her mother. During a couple of our phone chats in the prior months when I asked Courtney what she was up to, she'd say something to the effect of "going to Burger King with my mom" and it got me wondering how much Courtney's mom--who was only six years older than me--knew about the guy her daughter was talking to and planned to date. Certainly mom wouldn't be okay with it right? The stakes of that rhetorical question were about to hit fever pitch as I was given the instructions to Courtney's mom's rundown home where I would be picking her up.

I got to the front steps and banged on the door, being met by mom who couldn't have possibly more warmly greeted the 30-something guy who was coming over to date her high school-age daughter. It just felt surreal, and it got even more surreal as I walked into the home and sitting right around the corner on the couch was Courtney smoking a cigarette, providing me my first in-person visual of the beautiful 18-year-old with long light brown hair cresting over a dressy sweater with tight pale blue jeans on the bottom. The original game plan for the date was dinner and bowling but she decided she'd rather just watch a movie at her place than go bowling after supper which I was more than fine with since it would be a smoking-permitted environment. There were occasional flashes of a connection with Courtney but there was never any momentum and it was clear very quickly sitting there at the steakhouse where we ate that we were not a natural couple. But I was nonetheless so superficially stimulated by this beautiful teenage girl with the chronic smoker's cough that I just couldn't bring myself to care.

A text came in towards the end of the meal and it was from Courtney's mom....instructing Courtney to buy cigarettes on the way home! So our only stop between the steakhouse and her place was a tobacco shop...and I went inside with Courtney to see her banter warmly with the middle-aged woman behind the counter who she was on a friendly first-name basis, and I just marveled at this relationship in the year 2010 between a middle-aged woman in a tobacco shop and the intelligent and gorgeous teenage girl who was a very regular customer. Courtney got a few packs of her mom's brand (Pall Malls), but also got a couple of packs of Newports for herself. I offered to pay but Courtney was always very independent and wouldn't let me pay for anything beyond dinner that night. She got back in my car and proceeded to stink it up with the first Newport from her fresh pack, and those last couple of miles before I got back to her place as she sat there with cigarette in hand holds up as my best connection with Courtney of not just that night but from our entire storyline. It ended all too soon though as we got back to her place. She showed me her car (some older Monte Carlo) and of course I made a point of looking inside the window and becoming silently gleeful as I saw empty packs of Newports strewn around all over the interior.

We went inside and mom was now gone, giving me hope for an extended one on one engagement where we could build on the connection we made in those final moments of our drive home. Unfortunately, some animated Disney movie was popped in the DVD player and we sat there on the couch half-heartedly watching it with a fairly substantial level of awkwardness. I finally got up the nerve to put my arm around her shoulders and lit up both of the cigarettes she smoked during the hour or so we sat there, but at some point in the middle of the first cigarette mom came home. And for whatever reason they started bickering about something Courtney needed to do the next day and voices were temporarily raised. Of all the things I could have envisioned doing at age 32, sitting on the couch with my arm wrapped around an 18-year-old girl smoking a freshly lit cigarette as she sassed off to her mom who was only a few years older than me was definitely not one of them. The evening had zero momentum but nonetheless would press forward with another curveball that came when another knock came on the door....

It was a middle-aged couple whose 50-something husband carpooled to work at the spice factory with Courtney! And the couple were coming over to take everybody to Dairy Queen for ice cream. I tagged along--because, why not--and while the couple were easygoing and enjoyable to converse with despite the fact that I didn't know them, it only widened the gulf between me and Courtney as she was now more attentive to them than to me. Courtney's mom asked Tom (the driver) if he minded if she smoked in his SUV to which he responded "No...Courtney does it all the time!" Kind of felt like a time warp back to 1980. We ate our ice cream at the Dairy Queen and then drove back to Courtney's place, where everybody stood outside chatting for a good 45 minutes and where Courtney and her mom both smoked two cigarettes. It was awkward and I was the odd man out, but it at least gave me the opportunity to admire Courtney's smoking style upclose. She's never been a real style queen but her technique in that brisk April evening air with heavy, frosty exhales was the best I ever saw out of her. Finally I decided to take off and felt like Courtney was going out of her way to make me feel unwelcome because I was a huge disappointment and the evening had been a date from hell for her. She hugged me before I parted ways and even though the smoking fetishist in me was thrilled the whole two-hour ride home, I couldn't recall a first date where it was so blatantly obvious that I was never likely to hear from this girl again.

So imagine my surprise the next day when, after I sent an obligatory "I had a great time last night" e-mail to Courtney, she proceeds to call me on her smoke break at work just like she had in the past. She actually talked about wanting to go out again. I couldn't understand it as she was a beautiful and intelligent girl who would have had her pick of any number of guys so why on Earth was she willing to indulge this guy 14 years older than her who she had zero connection with? It was a mystery for the ages but as our communication rapidly declined from there and my suggestions for places and times for second dates kept getting punted, I began thinking she was trying to pull off a slow-motion "drifting apart" attrition. And by the early summer of 2010 it was clear nothing else was gonna happen with Courtney so I quit calling her. I figured she'd be a very interesting but ultimately extremely disappointing one-date wonder.

But once again Courtney was full of surprises and sent me a Facebook friend ad a few months later. We chatted a few times on there and I could tell by her tone she testing my interest level. There was only one problem....she had a boyfriend now. And he was a military guy about to be sent off to either Afghanistan or Iraq. But she confided in me that he was abusive and that she had to get out of the relationship. By the spring of 2011, she was single and ready to mingle, sending me flirty messages on Facebook and looking forward to reconnecting and going out again. Courtney was still working at the spice factory and between the physical nature of the job and the gym they had there, she was working out and her body was absolutely spectacular. I couldn't wait to get my hands around that body with my encore chance. But then the word came in.....before the boyfriend broke up with her he left a little souvenir inside of her. She was pregnant....and was gonna try to make it work with the baby daddy. Gahhhh!

I remained friends with Courtney through her pregnancy (she tried to quit smoking but couldn't pull it off) and into 2012 even after she had her baby, chatting semiregularly with her on Facebook and seeing how things were going. We seemed to be pretty good as casual long-distance friends even if we sucked as lovers, and I suspected it would stay that way. But somewhere around April 2013, a full three years after our first date and with Courtney now being 21 (and me 35), she was just out of another relationship and began coming onto me very, very strongly, using every opportunity to reach out and once drunk-calling me at 3 a.m. on a weekend. She had a lot of free time because she was off work with a major injury to her foot incurred while slipping on the ice while holding her baby. She kept talking about wanting to get back in shape as soon as her foot healed and I suspected that meant she no longer had her great body of 2011.....

I'd find out personally in May when, of all things, a text reference to picking up a strawberry-banana shake at Sonic one Saturday night. Apparently all the Sonics in her area had closed and that revelation proved to be the easy trigger to get her over the next weekend when her baby daddy had the 18-month-old daughter. She had pudged up a little but not disqualifyingly so, and she came over for a strawberry-banana shake and stayed the night for a roll on my mattress, complete with a good pack of cigarettes smoked (she had by now switched to a menthol variation of Marlboro Blacks) during the evening and morning hours she was in my apartment. Unfortunately, time had not improved our lackluster chemistry and we didn't have the sexual chemistry to make up for it either. Obviously even mediocre sex is pretty darn good but it wasn't gonna be enough to make the second act of the Courtney and Mark story any more successful than the first half.....yet just like before, she kept trying and I kept indulging, almost exclusively for superficial reasons on my part. How bad must the other guys in her life be if she kept inviting me back for more despite some of the worst chemistry I've ever had with a girl I've dated.

She had just started a new job while continuing her nursing classes so scheduling continued to be a challenge, but a month or so later I went out to Cedar Rapids to visit her with her daughter. I also discovered that her 17-year-old half sister was living with her. I had dabbled in the awkward "date by committee" pattern with Courtney three years earlier and was finding out that it wasn't unusual for her to operate this way, as our lunch date to Applebee's included two of Courtney's friends, her daughter, and her teenage sister. Interestingly, the only one I had any chemistry at all with was, you guessed it, the teenage sister who was easy to talk to and laugh with....and had the smoking body that Courtney used to when she was the sister's age. I kept things appropriate and avoided obvious flirting, all while hoping for signs that baby sister smoked too, unfortunately learning that she didn't smoke. Finally, after about three hours hanging out with friends and family, Courtney and I got some alone time and explored the Cedar Rapids mall. It was oil and water once again, and at some point walking through that mall back to her car I think it occurred to her that this was never gonna work.

Still, she and I had agreed to go to Adventureland, the amusement park in Des Moines, that August (still 2013). I didn't realize at the time that this would involve nearly a dozen other members of friends and family and thus making it endlessly awkward but that's exactly what happened. Despite gaining some weight Courtney still looked hot with her ponytail and black shorts, and I took the opportunity to stroke those nice legs of hers a few times while we sat next to each other on the roller coaster, but the friends and daughter took center stage and I was an afterthought most of the day. Courtney and her mom were the only smokers in the group and took regular smoke breaks outside the park. Ironically, these smoke breaks produced material that made my hall of fame sightings list on my blog (Random #37 on Mark's Smoke Blog for those interested) but it was other girls' smoking and not Courtney's that intrigued. For as pretty as Courtney was and as heavily as she smoked, there were virtually no bells and whistles to be found in her smoking style. It was mostly just average back in 2010 and had grown even more mundane by 2013. Courtney and I hugged warmly at the end of the day and agreed to do the Adventureland thing again the next year, but it didn't happen.

I haven't seen Courtney in the nearly three years since, but we still interact semiregularly on Facebook and via text. Late in the summer of 2015, she was even briefly gung-ho about another Adventureland visit with me, but the calendar ran out before we had the chance to find a date we could both agree on. I consider her a friend, albeit not a particularly close friend, and I have a lot of respect for her overcoming her teenage indiscretions and making good on her ambitions to rise above an upbringing below the poverty line to get a degree and become an RN, despite the unplanned pregnancy shaking up her plan. There's obviously something about me she really likes too considering we've given each other so many chances but can't find even the faintest hint of a romantic spark. If I do see Courtney again, I will probably go in under the terms of "just friends" for a visit to Adventureland or such, resisting the urge to pursue anything romantically. Of course, the opportunity to see a pretty young gal smoking cigarettes heavily helps motivate me to keep that door at least partially open as well.

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