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Water into Wet Clay: Chapter 2

CW: Rated E for graphic sexual content; angst

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley escaped Armageddon Round Two 5 days ago, and they’ve spent nearly every minute in bed since then. How do two occult beings with millennia of trauma and repressed desire navigate their new freedom together?

Review for this chapter: “You are joining the ranks of people who give me hot but also disturbing all at once, so thanks for that” – @rofell

Excerpt:

“Can’t wait till we get home. Got to have you now,” he whispered into Aziraphale’s ear, squeezing his hand and looking at him with pleading urgency. A response was given by way of a playful smile, coloured with a touch of worry that Crowley didn’t miss but was disposed to ignore right now. With quick, light steps, he led Aziraphale out of the gallery and towards the stairway, past idle docents scrolling through their phones, security guards staring into nothingness, and silent patrons nodding at one another as if speaking some wordless language that conveyed the deepest secrets of abstract art, when suddenly he veered off into the lavatory.  “Really? In here?” Aziraphale gasped, barely concealing that his scandalised tone was a farce.  

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Deepest appreciation for my marvelous beta readers of @whickberstreetwriters: Ro_Fell, @playdohangel, @the-literal-kj, Azeutrecia, and @secretlywingedphantom for talking me off the ledge with this chapter and giving me so, so much value feedback.

Special thanks to @angie-words, the_literal_kj, Mrs_Seamstress, and MeinirRhos for on-the-ground location scouting assistance in London 😉

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GOAD Writers Guild and Chattering Order presents…

HAPPY 8008 DAY @goodomensafterdark!

BooB Omenz - A Vulvastic Extravaganzza!

Reviews say: “Impressively Unhinged!”

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**Summary:**

During one boob-fuelled writing frenzy, several of the GOAD Writers Guild's finest breasted together boobily to ejaculate some of the bestest turbo lesbo porn this sub has ever, or will ever, see.

Read it, or Listen with horror as the Chattering Order brings it to vulvastic life.

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GOAD Writer's Guild: Paper Petals for Isolde (Chapter 7)

(as always, massive kudos to @happynachohologram and @goodomensafterdark for all the love, beta work, and support!)

Paper Petals for Isolde

by ElysiumLeo

Rating: E

Story CW: Lots of smut (heed AO3 tags and notes), Human AU, Star-Crossed Lovers, Gang Member Crowley/High Society Aziraphale, Fake Rivalry, Secret Relationship/Marriage, Mutual Pining, Drama and Romance, Angst/Fluff/Smut, Soulmates, Body Worship

Chapter CW: Childhood Bullying, Cursing (by a child), Implied Religious Indoctrination, Mild Mentions of Blood, Mild Violence (children fighting), Negative Classism Interactions

Story Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale have a big secret: they've been married for nearly four years. They've managed to keep their relationship under wraps, but the stress of keeping such a secret has been the biggest issue in their otherwise happily married life. Why is that, you might ask?

Crowley is a member of London's most notorious street gang, and Aziraphale was born into a high-profile political family. If either of their sides found out about their relationship, it wouldn't just be their marriage at stake...

But when Crowley opens his herbalist shop over the road from A.Z. Fell's, suddenly that secret becomes nearly impossible to keep. And when the rest of Whickber Street begins to suspect there's something going on between them, it will take everything in Crowley and Aziraphale's power to keep their star-crossed romance from unraveling before their very eyes.

Chapter Excerpt: (Chapter set in 1997)

Aziraphale watched in stunned fascination, jaw dropped and gaping at the sight. He was so entranced in the fight he was witnessing, he barely noticed when a young girl ran up to him, her hands darting down to pull Aziraphale up to his feet by the shoulders. 

“Oi, you okay?” the little girl asked, breaking Aziraphale’s fascinated focus.

Blinking, Aziraphale glanced at the girl, taking in the sight of her. She was short, with a round face and sandy red hair. Her expression was hard with concern, her eyes searching his face for any indication that he’d been hurt. Swallowing thickly, Aziraphale shook his head, the two of them ignoring the pummelling happening just a few feet away from them. “Y-Yeah, I’m okay. But who are you? And who’s that?” Aziraphale asked, glancing back towards the fight at their right.

Before them, the one-sided fight raged on, rendering Sandalphon a sobbing mess in the mud. The skinny boy kept at it, until at long last, Sandalphon managed to get a hand in edgewise, grabbing at the collar of his shirt and blocking a fist from striking him again. With a titanic effort, Sandalphon managed to heave the other boy off of him, throwing him to the side. With a dismayed cry, Sandalphon rolled to his feet, and Aziraphale gaped at the sight of his face. 

Sandalphon’s face was a mask of mud, a large bruise forming on his cheek and twin trickles of blood running down his lip from his nose. It seemed that the skinny boy hadn’t managed to hurt him as much as Aziraphale had thought. Instead, it had been the feral attack, the screaming insults, and the wild flailing of fists from a boy much smaller than him that had done most of the work, utterly shattering Sandalphon’s bravado. 

Somehow, in Aziraphale’s mind, he knew that the damage to Sandalphon’s ego had hurt him more than the broken nose. Sandalphon, cocky brute that he was, had been thoroughly beaten at his own game. 

“You bleeding psycho!” Sandalphon yelled, backing away from where he’d tossed the other lad to the side. As the skinny youth began to rise to his feet, Sandalphon’s eyes widened in fright, fearing another furious attack. Turning on his heel, Sandalphon took off, running desperately into the woods to escape his would-be attacker, and completely forgetting Aziraphale where he’d left him.

The woods fell silent for a moment, the air cut only by the ragged breathing of the other as he squared off, staring in the direction that Sandalphon had run off. “Yeah, you better keep runnin’, bruv!” he shouted after him, bending down to grab a stick and whip it wildly in his direction. 

The stick hadn’t managed to go very far, but to Aziraphale that was as much of a threat as another beating, and he found himself utterly enthralled by his saviour. Glancing away from where Sandalphon had charged back through the trees, his eyes landed on the back of the other boy. He recognised those long limbs and that tall stature. He recognised the mop of messy red hair, now sticking up in all directions, and the faint lisp in his speech.

And when the boy turned around at last, Aziraphale recognised the bright amber eyes that he’d liked so much when he’d met him three years prior...

Like what you see so far? Check out the story on AO3 below! (link leads to chapter 7)

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8008 week and the ladies look good!

Reddit’s @goodomensafterdark is having an ineffable wives week! Go enjoy fan fics, art, gifs/memes and more all celebrating the 8008 (heh heh boob) followers!

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Rating:  Explicit 

 Word Count: 1855 

Part 3 of Snexy Times 

Summary: Aziraphale is feeling peckish and she prefers to do things the human way. On board a plane with a hidden stowaway, Aziraphale gets more than she bargained for on her quest for a decent meal.

Written in celebration of r/GoodOmensAfterDark reaching a boobtastic 8008 members!

Keep reading

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flawless (E) (35k) (3/5)

Aziraphale was good at burying things. Not exactly putting them to rest, but plenty skilled at ignoring the worst of them until they simply… Went away. Only, Crowley didn’t go away. Crowley persisted. Aziraphale kicked and shoved and buried, but his want was an exhausted dead thing that would not stay dead. He could feel it relentlessly scrabbling up his throat whenever he spotted that jagged smile across a room, the soil embedding deeper into his fingernails with every frantic climb out of the grave.

so i wasn't actually planning on drawing any more illustrations but yall have been SO good to me... i wanted to make you one more lil treat 👀 uncropped, extremely nsft version on ao3 (@goodomensafterdark)

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Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories

Big thank you to @gleafer for accepting to let me use this piece as illustration to this chapter! Go support her on Patreon -we promise that your loins will catch on FIRE ;)

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 7 of work in progress

TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.

Summary:

Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.

“There, I see him.” Crowley turned to the young man beside him. “Are you recording?”

“Yeah, it's on,” said Adam.

“Right, here he comes.” Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphale’s gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?

“Hello, my darling!” Aziraphale greeted him.

“Hi,” said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.

“Oh my!” Aziraphale chuckled. “Flowers? What's the occasion?”

And there was Crowley’s opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.

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Special thanks to my beautiful betas: u/KotiasCamorra, u/Paperclip_Ninja

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A Wank in the Park – Chapter 4

Ezra can’t believe Crowley would be bad at it. He almost blurts this out, but then remembers the rules of guy friendships – you banter and insult, not compliment and assuage like he does with his girl friends. “Ha, I bet you’re shit at it. And your breath stinks,” Ezra says. Crowley grins at him, looking much more at ease with this type of talk. “I bet you’d be a sloppy kisser,” Crowley counters in a taunting voice. “You were sloppy with that BJ the other day.” Something twitches in Ezra’s pants at the memory. “You liked it well enough,” Ezra claps back. Crowley grins and fixes Ezra with a wolfish stare. Ezra shivers. “Let’s try it now. See which one of us is better.” Ezra is speechless as Crowley places his hands on Ezra’s chest and pushes him off the path. Ezra stares at Crowley and lets himself be led, walking backwards, until they are tucked behind a large, mature tree. Crowley crowds up against Ezra, Ezra’s back pressed into the rough bark of the trunk. “Ready?” Crowley whispers.

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What the readers are saying… highlights from the comment section

“The vibes-the title-the oblivious horny sweetness!”

“Who will leave that transparent closet first? Ezra with his ‘ country boy needs city man’ aura, or Crowley, clearly falling for Ezra first because he didn’t tie his shoes laces? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!!”

“Yes this is exactly what straight dudes do”

“these two are going to be having sex for months before they realise they are gay LOL”

Credit to my infinitely patient betas for Chapter 4: @springofviolets @the-literal-kj @angie-words @playdohangel @secretlywingedphantom

ORIGINAL ART!!! Courtesy of @secretlywingedphantom

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Aziraphale Has a Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Ineffable Wives | Female Aziraphale/Female Crowley (Good Omens), Female Aziraphale (Good Omens), Female Crowley (Good Omens), Crack, Relationship Goals, Vegetables, Fruit, Stuffing, Food, Food Kink, Food Sex, Quite Literally, Kitchen Sex, Tartaziraphale, tartziraphale, maybe don’t eat at Aziraphale’s table, Definitely don’t eat that casserole Series: Part 5 of 6X9’s Confusingly Carnal Crack Summary:

“Crowley had noticed the box a while ago. It had appeared in their kitchen several weeks previously, with very little fanfare. She’d kept expecting Aziraphale to explain it. Aziraphale had not. Occasionally Crowley noticed the box move, open, or close, sometimes it was clearly a new box. It was always shoved high up on the fridge, towards the back, as if hiding in plain sight.

Today was the day though. ”

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Crowley has to know what’s in the box. It escalates. Exponentially.

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Folding the Laundry: A Good Omens Ineffable Wives Fic by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much for @shipper-of-all-things for the cover design collaboration and for all of the brainstorming help with this fic!

Rated E, 6,817 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

Excerpt:

They were quiet for a minute, and Azira thought the subject had dropped, but when Toni got off on a tangent, she usually ended up following it to its logical conclusion. “We really should all be dating each other. We’re all smart, hot, and we take care of our own shit. We’d be unstoppable.”

Azira chose her words carefully. “It would be rather efficient.”

Toni smirked. “It would! So uh, let me know if you’re ever looking for a wife. I clean up after myself, am excellent at meal prep, and am very good in bed. Well, actually, I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to women, but neither do you, so we could figure it out together.” She poured them each another glass of wine and took a big gulp.

That wasn’t exactly true. There had been that one week back in sophomore year of college, when Toni thought Azira was at the library, but she was actually spending many illuminating hours in Shax’s single room down on the first floor. But Shax hadn’t been interested in anything serious, had found Azira rather stuffy, she thought. And then Azira had met Gabriel and following that path to its natural conclusion seemed like the simplest route.

Besides, the only woman that Azira had ever really wanted, the long-limbed redhead sitting beside her on the sofa, had always given off the impression that she was solidly, resolutely straight.

But Azira didn’t say any of this. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and answered archly, “I’ll take your proposal under advisement, dear.”

This fic was written in celebration of WAMEN WEEK over at @goodomensafterdark! Happy 8008 everyone!

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A Little Life - Chapter 9 - Dreams & Reality

Rated: E, Words ~59k/~71k. 9/12 Chapters. Read the tags!

OMG Look at this amazing illustration @fuzzygoblin made for this chapter! I have stared at this gorgeousness for so long, and I love the three little easter eggs (angel wings, a nightingale and a Bentley symbol) she's hidden in here. *Melts* thank you so much!! <3

Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):

Anthony wandered, no obvious destination or intention in his direction. He stopped to pluck a gardenia blossom, freed the sweet potato vine in one of the planters that had entangled itself in a neighbouring boxwood, played with the snapdragons—gently pulling open the petals and allowing them to spring shut. In the fading light Ezra could not help but see the deepening lines around his eyes and mouth—laughs lines warring with those from frowns and scowls. Despite always having been tall and lean Anthony had never looked thin but his slender frame was beginning to hint at delicacy. The willowy, lithe limbs that had once been equal measures graceful and gangly now displayed the onset of frailty. The sharp wit and unapologetic curiosity that had once ignited his amber eyes was becoming a rare treat instead of a reliable companion.

Sparks where there had once been fire.

He had aged so far beyond his years, so unjustifiably fast.

How long until embers, and then, ashes?

The soft click of the door behind Ezra opening startled him. Adam and Evelyn stepped out onto the terrace and stood on each side of him, crossing their arms behind his back.

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Summary:

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

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A huge thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community. And an extra special thanks to @hakunahistata and @the-literal-kj for beta'ing this story. Finally, a huge thanks to @fuzzygoblin for the song prompt that inspired this work

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54394048

Never Grow Up.

Aziraphale says no to Heaven, he and Crowley begin a new journey together. Parenting.

Updates on Mondays. Art by ineffablecrankshaft grammar checking by ckcock.

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Good Omens Fanfic: Infernal Tango

A gift for @gleafer , thank you for inspiring me to write this. ❤️💚

CW/TW: Explicit fic ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Summary:

After Shax accidentally revealed to Furfur that she could dance the Tango, he planned a grand gesture to sweep her off her feet, resulting in a night of fiery passion. Excerpt: Completely lost in each other and the pulsating rhythm of the Tango music. A series of passionate and complicated steps followed and literal sparks started flying between them as they executed the intricate movements with an infernal vigour. Leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Illuminating them as their bodies moved in seamless synchronisation. The demonic crowd grew larger, watching in awe at the spectacle before them and occasionally needed to dodge a spark that flew their way.

Many thanks to @gleafer for letting me use this sketch. Please follow her here on Tumblr and subscribe to the extra Saucy Pidgeon tier on her Patreon if you want to see spicy art of Shax and Furfur and so much more! And to my amazing beta @fuzzygoblin ❤️💚 thank you so much for your help.

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Wheee! More 80’s A & C!

What WHAT??? 14,000 followers?!!!

Aw! You make this small potato feel all Au gratin!😘

Enjoy these pages from my Patreon 80s romcom “Come With Me If You Want To Live!”

I cram in as much 80s nostalgia as I can dig out of my childhood memories!

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[🎙️Podfic] Geminids - A “Teach Me” Side Story

By @nosferatini

The lovely NooRose93 and incredibly talented @gahellhimself-blog allowed me to make a podfic of this beautiful story of brotherly love!

Listen to the Geminids Podfic! 🎧

Featuring little Nosling as the voice of baby Crowley 👶🏻

(Note: No babies went underfed or uncuddleld in the making of this podfic!)

Geminids is a side story for GaHell's wonderful "Teach Me" comic, written by NooRose93. Read Geminids - A Teach Me side story on AO3!

Please support GaHell on his Patreon and Instagram!

**Summary:**

Loki and Crowley are there for each other through thick and thin. This is a story of how they met and became brothers.

Special thanks to my beta listeners @kunigun and @outrageousring5655 ♥️ as well as the @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters communities for all the love and support in making this podfic.

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What if... something did pass between our ineffable duo in the final fifteen?

Well, I wrote a one-shot about it, and it's a bit of a silly fic, really. It's about an angel and a demon preparing for the worst, but in the most delightful and delicious of ways 👀.

Here's a sample, and if it makes you smile please consider giving the full thing some love over on AO3!

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“Do you like it?” The angel’s voice was lower than usual, but if the demon noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Mmm. Not bad, actually.”

“They aren’t that bad, you know,” Aziraphale said quietly, “once you get used to them.” He met Crowley’s gaze and coquettishly batted his eyelashes.

Crowley sputtered and began coughing, and whether it was from the unfamiliar sensation of acidic juices rolling down his throat or his shock at the angel’s blatant flirtation, he didn’t know. But he did turn a very bright shade of crimson.

He pulled himself together, turning the sweet over again in his mouth and licking his lips. “This isn’t about enjoying a travel sweet, angel,” he scolded.

“Is it not?” Aziraphale had a satisfied smile on his lips. He was back to looking out the front dash, busying himself with a new star that had appeared in the night sky. He was trying to make out which constellation it belonged to. “So. What is it about, then?”

“Has to do with an old friend of mine. A magician.”

That got Aziraphale’s attention. He whipped his head back around, eyes wide as saucers. “A magician?”

“Yeah,” Crowley said casually, holding back his grin, “Harry was his name. Ring any bells?”

Aziraphale gasped, his eyes now bulging like overblown balloons. “You were friends with Harry Houdini?!?”

“Ehhh, ‘friend’ may be stretching it a bit. But yeah, we ran in the same circles. His entire schtick was based on deceit, so of course he was on my radar.”

“Of course he was,” said Aziraphale dryly.

Crowley ignored the snark and continued. “He was a fantastic magician, yeah. But! He was a lot of other things, including a brilliant inventor. He and I had... an agreement.”

Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow. “An agreement?”

“Yeah.”

“What sort of agreement?” Said Aziraphale, slowly.

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A big ol' bucket of thanks to my lovely betas of @whickberstreetwriters: @springofviolets, @azeutreciathewicked, @rofell, @westwardly, @ines2925 and MisterScruffyPoo. Mwah. You're the best.

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A Wank in the Park - Chapter 3

Anthony Crowley, age 20, is living his dream doing the lights for a Shakespeare in the Park Festival. The only problem is Ezra Fell, the guy hired to do the sound, doesn’t know the first thing about anything technical because he wants to be an actor.

This fic was inspired by the inimitable Not A Mounted Dildo But a Fuck Machine. I also wanted to enter the Brojob AU, a world where you’ve got two dudes, touchin’ dicks, nothing gay here!

This fic is gonna be wild, smutty, and 99% angst free. You are in a no homophobia zone. If you’ve ever been hella horny for someone but also closeted from yourself, well, this is the fic for you.

THIS IS IT, FOLKS. The chapter that lead to @springofviolets saying ‘Just bros giving blos’

Find out why here

More comments from the betas of Chapter 3:

“Such ineffable idiots energy, I love it” –    @angie-words

“you are actively killing me”  –  @the-literal-kj

Click here for Chapter 3

Credit to my long-suffering betas for Chapter 3: @springofviolets @the-literal-kj @angie-words @takeme-totheworld

ORIGINAL ART!!! Courtesy of @secretlywingedphantom

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