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Here is part 1 of Chapter 9 of The Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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“How was your visit here?” Tickle Mistress Wendy spoke first as she and Jen exited the Queen Mistress’ Palace.
“It was a lot of fun!” Jen was excited to answer. “I got tickled a bunch, and I also got to tickle a bunch of people. Lots of laughs from both me and others.”
“You definitely looked like you’d seen a lot of tickling coming out to meet me, and I can see Queen Mistress Heather wanted you to get tickled today,” Wendy announced. “That crop top makes your tummy look really ticklish.”
“I said the same thing when I put it on,” Jen looked back over herself as the two approached Tickle Mistress Wendy’s T cart. “I feel really exposed in it, but I’ve had so much fun being tickled that I don’t really care.”
“That’s good; I’m sure we can arrange for you to get tickled more if you want,” Tickle Mistress Wendy declared. “Go ahead and get in the T cart. Where do you feel like going?”
“I’m not sure,” Jen replied after considering the question for a few seconds.
“That’s fine; we’ll just go to my house for now,” Wendy proclaimed. “So, tell me all about the visit with the Queen Mistress.”
“Well, I guess the first thing is my assignment,” Jen began. “I’m supposed to take a transporter class, which I guess you know about, for the next week. Then I’m going to go get my friend Maddie so she can hopefully work for the Tickle Cartel. Once she gets a job here, which I’m sure she will, I’m going to be a Dungeon Tickler. I don’t know what dungeon I’ll be going to, but it sounds like a good job.”
“It is a good job,” Wendy interjected. “I was a Dungeon Tickler for a decent time before I transferred to tickle slave training. The job always keeps you on your toes by switching in victims with different tickle spots, and part of your job is to keep your ticklees on their toes.”
“It does sound like a lot of fun,” Jen agreed. “I bet I’ll be itching to get my fingers on someone before too long.”
“I just hope that someone isn’t me,” Wendy responded with a smile. “So, after Queen Mistress Heather told you what you were doing, what happened?”
“Well, then we went to… dinner,” Jen paused to yawn, a bit exhausted from her earlier tickling at the hands of Irene, Cammy, and Kara. “It was a really good dinner, and… and afterwards, Queen Mistress Heather had… she had me get tickled by her Royal Court of… Advisors.” Tiredness was quickly taking over Jen, forcing her to pause multiple times to yawn.
“You running out of energy?” Tickle Mistress Wendy inquired. Jen just nodded, and her mentor continued, “I’m assuming you’ve already been tickled a bit today. Don’t worry; you can tell me about your night later. How about we go get some lunch now? It should help wake you up, and then we can go around and have some more fun.” Jen nodded affirmatively, and Wendy asked her, “Anything in particular you’re hungry for?”
“Hamburgers sound… good,” Jen almost finished her sentence when another yawn interrupted.
“I know a place with great burgers,” Wendy announced. “You go ahead and take a nap; I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Jen laid her head back and rested, and in less than a minute, she was asleep. Wendy drove them to the restaurant, and when they got there, she prepared to wake Jen up. However, a smile came across her face as she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to tickle her guest. Jen was so tired from being woken up early and tickled intensely that she did not stir when the Tickle Mistress moved her into the back seat, where ticklees sat in the T cart. With Jen in the back, Tickle Mistress Wendy activated the T cart’s restraint system, and Jen’s wrists were soon locked in fuzzy cuffs and pulled over her head. In addition, straps came over Jen’s hips, thighs, and lower legs to keep her locked in place for tickles. Wendy then decided to let the automatic ticklers wake Jen up, so she turned on the torso ticklers in Jen’s seat.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHA!” Jen began giggling when she felt a feather duster traverse her midriff in a dream, and she woke up with a start to realize that it was happening in real life, too. Despite this being the second time that she was woken up with tickling today, Jen tried to pull her arms down to protect her tickle spot. The ticklee found that this did not work, so she just laughed and enjoyed the duster’s tickles. “AHAHAHA FEHEHEHEHEATHEHEHERS!” Moderate squirming was not enough to dislodge the feathers from her midsection, and it invited punishment. Not satisfied with the intensity of the duster, Tickle Mistress Wendy took a personal approach to this punishment, reaching through the seat to squeeze Jen’s sides, a technique that also kept her in place so the duster could focus on her worst spots. “AHAHAHAHA MYHYHYHY SIHIHIHIHIDES!” Jen’s natural reaction to the side squeezes was to try and jump up, something prevented by the restraining strap on her hips. “WHYHYHYHYHY?”
“Well, I thought about just waking you up normally, but this seemed so much more exciting,” Wendy dictated as she began wiggling her fingers up and down Jen’s ticklish sides. “You awake yet, Jen? Or do I need to put more effort into this?”
“IHIHIHIHIM AHAHAHWAHAHAHAKE!” Jen laughed out her answer. “PLEHEHEHESE STAHAHAHAP!”
“Alright, I suppose you’ve had enough for now,” Wendy obliged, removing her fingers from Jen’s sensitive sides and going to turn the feather duster machine off. Afterwards, she released Jen from her restraints and helped her out of the T cart. “Sorry, just had to do that. I really wanted to tickle you, and you provided a perfect opportunity.”
“Ah, it’s fine,” Jen dismissed any hard feelings that might have happened to exist. “I was looking pretty tickleable, so I can’t entirely blame you. But to the important matter: is this the restaurant you were talking about?”
“It sure is,” Wendy stated. “Best burgers I’ve had at the Tickle Cartel. Let’s head in and get some food.” Jen got out of the T cart and started to walk to the door with Wendy when the Tickle Mistress noticed something. “Jen, stop.” Jen turned around, a confused look on her face, as Wendy returned to get something from the T cart. “You’re going to want these.” Jen saw a pair of flip flops in her mentor’s hand, and she looked down, a little surprised to see her bare feet. Having walked around the palace barefoot, and continued this in the T cart, she did not even realize that she had forgotten about her shoes. Jen quickly took the shoes and put them on, a little embarrassed that she had not noticed it before. “Walking around the palace and riding in my T cart barefoot is fine, but if you go into a public restaurant like that, you’ll get locked in the public stocks for tickling. And right now, I think you need food, not tickles. Now, let’s head in and get some food.” Still a little red from shock, Jen followed Wendy inside, and they were seated by a waitress.
Before too long, another waitress came to take their order. Extraordinarily hungry from being tickled all day, Jen ordered one of the specialized burgers with everything on it, while Wendy went for a different burger. Jen got strawberry lemonade and Wendy got raspberry lemonade to drink, both wanting to get hydrated for the tickling they both realized was coming later in the day. Pretty soon, their drinks had arrived, but Jen’s stomach rumbled from the lack of food on the table. “Hungry?” Wendy questioned with a smirk.
“I think my order probably answered that,” Jen responded with the same smirk. “I could eat a whole cow right now. How a- AHAHA!” Jen became the ticklee again when ten toes attacked her torso. Similar to the restaurant the two had visited the day before, tickling was fairly common among customers here, so these tickles did not cause an incident. “AHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Come on, Jen; fight back!” Wendy encouraged Jen as she worked her toes towards Jen’s navel. Too ticklish to take it, Jen folded her abdomen in as she leaned her head down on the table, effectively trapping the tickling toes and making them tickle her midriff. “Fight back, Jen! I’m ticklish, too.”
“AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA MYHYHY BEHEHELLEHEHBUHUTTOHOHON!” Jen laughed out as her tickle button was tickled.
‘Wait, what does she mean, fight back?’ Jen had heard what Tickle Mistress Wendy said, but was a bit distracted by her ticklishness. Then she heard Wendy admitting her ticklishness, and Jen realized, ‘Her feet are her most ticklish spot. They’re right where I can get them. This is a golden opportunity.’
Prepared to expose herself to more tickling, Jen sat upright as her hands shot down to grasp Wendy’s ankles. Wendy saw this and made a half-hearted attempt to escape, but Jen would have been too quick for a real escape attempt, and soon the Tickle Mistress’ feet were vulnerably trapped beside Jen’s legs. “J-Jen?” Wendy feigned fear. “I didn’t really mean for you to fight back. And I was just having a little fun with that tummy of yours.”
“Oh, really?” Jen raised an eyebrow as she got the ankles in an armlock. “Well, I wouldn’t have fought back, but you reminded me of just how ticklish you are. And especially that these,” Jen put the nails of her right hand on Wendy’s toes, “are quite ticklish.”
“I’ll… I’ll lock you up in the T cart again,” Wendy threatened, showing no signs of kidding. Her eyes, however, were fixated at where Jen’s nails were about to tickle her. “I’ll tickle that belly of yours until you’re crying.” Then she stared Jen straight in the eyes and commanded, “Now Jen, let my feet go.”
“No,” Jen stared straight back into Wendy’s eyes.
Wendy saw the fierceness, but she did not know exactly what she had gotten herself into until a finger wiggled against her big toe, “AHAHA! JEHEHEHEN! WAIHIHIHIT!” Keeping her grip on the ankles firm and resting all five fingers of her right hand against the Tickle Mistress’ sole, Jen obliged warily. Tickle Mistress Wendy smiled kindly and instructed, “Be light, but go ahead and tickle me until the food gets here. I’ve got much less stamina than you but have fun.” A nod from Wendy put a smile on Jen’s face as her fingers tickled around the sensitive soles of her mentor. “AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA!” With Wendy’s head thrown back in familiar laughter, Jen enjoyed wiggling her fingers on the bare feet in front of her. She ran them up and down, switched from one foot to another unexpectedly, and tickled around the side to the tops to find the worst spots. Even with this extra experimentation, Jen found that the conclusion she had come to yesterday was true: the soles of Wendy’s feet was where she was most sensitive. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAT!” was the reaction whenever Jen dared to touch those sensitive soles. The tickler delivered sudden, short bursts of sadistic sole scribbles to Wendy to put her in hysterics before easing her down with light tickles on the rest of her feet. The ticklee was in tears by the time the food arrived just a few minutes later, at which point Jen finally released her grip on the ankles. Exhausted, Wendy’s ankles fell to the booth seat beside Jen before the Tickle Mistress looked up and snapped her legs back to their normal, more protective position under her side of the table. “You’re mean, Jen.”
Jen had a playfully devious smirk on her face at the comment as she proclaimed, “I didn’t tickle someone’s belly just so they would tickle my feet.”
“And it’s not happening again,” Tickle Mistress Wendy looked away from Jen with a pouting face, embarrassed that she had actually provoked Jen to tickle torture her. “Go wash your hands, and then we’ll eat. Bathroom’s behind me.”
“As you wish, Ticklish Mistress,” Jen retorted with a wiggle of her fingers. She got up, and as she passed Wendy, the Tickle Mistress curved her body to keep her stomach away from where Jen was, preventing the attempt to poke it that never existed. “Jumpy,” Jen noted. “But I wasn’t even going to do anything there.”
“Just go,” Tickle Mistress Wendy ordered, letting Jen and her bratty smirk head to wash her hands. In a minute, Jen was back, and the two starved women devoured their meal. Wendy decided that Jen’s official assignment in the Tickle Cartel was worth a celebratory dessert, so she had Jen pick out a cake that they could enjoy. They finished a couple of small pieces each, and Wendy paid the bill while the rest was being put in a to-go box. Afterwards, the two went out, putting the cake in a storage compartment on the T cart. “Well, Jen, we have the whole afternoon free; what do you want to do?”
“I really don’t know,” Jen proclaimed. “It seems like there’s so much here to explore, but to be honest, I’ve been too busy since you told me to remember what all you described.”
“Okay, I’ll give you some options, and if you don’t like them, I’ve got more options,” Tickle Mistress Wendy offered. “There’s some tickle rides where we can tickle people in the Tickle Island half. Another option would be the beaches. There’s plenty of them on both sides of the island, but in my opinion, the Tickle Cartel side beaches are better. We could also go out to see a movie or an activity like bowling or mini golf. Any of those sound interesting?”
At the mention of the beach, Jen’s mind drifted to the dark place of thinking back to when she was captured by the Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 8: Palace Night: Closing, Part 5
“How was your visit here?” Tickle Mistress Wendy spoke first as she and Jen exited the Queen Mistress’ Palace.
“It was a lot of fun!” Jen was excited to answer. “I got tickled a bunch, and I also got to tickle a bunch of people. Lots of laughs from both me and others.”
“You definitely looked like you’d seen a lot of tickling coming out to meet me, and I can see Queen Mistress Heather wanted you to get tickled today,” Wendy announced. “That crop top makes your tummy look really ticklish.”
“I said the same thing when I put it on,” Jen looked back over herself as the two approached Tickle Mistress Wendy’s T cart. “I feel really exposed in it, but I’ve had so much fun being tickled that I don’t really care.”
“That’s good; I’m sure we can arrange for you to get tickled more if you want,” Tickle Mistress Wendy declared. “Go ahead and get in the T cart. Where do you feel like going?”
“I’m not sure,” Jen replied after considering the question for a few seconds.
“That’s fine; we’ll just go to my house for now,” Wendy proclaimed. “So, tell me all about the visit with the Queen Mistress.”
“Well, I guess the first thing is my assignment,” Jen began. “I’m supposed to take a transporter class, which I guess you know about, for the next week. Then I’m going to go get my friend Maddie so she can hopefully work for the Tickle Cartel. Once she gets a job here, which I’m sure she will, I’m going to be a Dungeon Tickler. I don’t know what dungeon I’ll be going to, but it sounds like a good job.”
“It is a good job,” Wendy interjected. “I was a Dungeon Tickler for a decent time before I transferred to tickle slave training. The job always keeps you on your toes by switching in victims with different tickle spots, and part of your job is to keep your ticklees on their toes.”
“It does sound like a lot of fun,” Jen agreed. “I bet I’ll be itching to get my fingers on someone before too long.”
“I just hope that someone isn’t me,” Wendy responded with a smile. “So, after Queen Mistress Heather told you what you were doing, what happened?”
“Well, then we went to… dinner,” Jen paused to yawn, a bit exhausted from her earlier tickling at the hands of Irene, Cammy, and Kara. “It was a really good dinner, and… and afterwards, Queen Mistress Heather had… she had me get tickled by her Royal Court of… Advisors.” Tiredness was quickly taking over Jen, forcing her to pause multiple times to yawn.
“You running out of energy?” Tickle Mistress Wendy inquired. Jen just nodded, and her mentor continued, “I’m assuming you’ve already been tickled a bit today. Don’t worry; you can tell me about your night later. How about we go get some lunch now? It should help wake you up, and then we can go around and have some more fun.” Jen nodded affirmatively, and Wendy asked her, “Anything in particular you’re hungry for?”
“Hamburgers sound… good,” Jen almost finished her sentence when another yawn interrupted.
“I know a place with great burgers,” Wendy announced. “You go ahead and take a nap; I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Jen laid her head back and rested, and in less than a minute, she was asleep. Wendy drove them to the restaurant, and when they got there, she prepared to wake Jen up. However, a smile came across her face as she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to tickle her guest. Jen was so tired from being woken up early and tickled intensely that she did not stir when the Tickle Mistress moved her into the back seat, where ticklees sat in the T cart. With Jen in the back, Tickle Mistress Wendy activated the T cart’s restraint system, and Jen’s wrists were soon locked in fuzzy cuffs and pulled over her head. In addition, straps came over Jen’s hips, thighs, and lower legs to keep her locked in place for tickles. Wendy then decided to let the automatic ticklers wake Jen up, so she turned on the torso ticklers in Jen’s seat.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHA!” Jen began giggling when she felt a feather duster traverse her midriff in a dream, and she woke up with a start to realize that it was happening in real life, too. Despite this being the second time that she was woken up with tickling today, Jen tried to pull her arms down to protect her tickle spot. The ticklee found that this did not work, so she just laughed and enjoyed the duster’s tickles. “AHAHAHA FEHEHEHEHEATHEHEHERS!” Moderate squirming was not enough to dislodge the feathers from her midsection, and it invited punishment. Not satisfied with the intensity of the duster, Tickle Mistress Wendy took a personal approach to this punishment, reaching through the seat to squeeze Jen’s sides, a technique that also kept her in place so the duster could focus on her worst spots. “AHAHAHAHA MYHYHYHY SIHIHIHIHIDES!” Jen’s natural reaction to the side squeezes was to try and jump up, something prevented by the restraining strap on her hips. “WHYHYHYHYHY?”
“Well, I thought about just waking you up normally, but this seemed so much more exciting,” Wendy dictated as she began wiggling her fingers up and down Jen’s ticklish sides. “You awake yet, Jen? Or do I need to put more effort into this?”
“IHIHIHIHIM AHAHAHWAHAHAHAKE!” Jen laughed out her answer. “PLEHEHEHESE STAHAHAHAP!”
“Alright, I suppose you’ve had enough for now,” Wendy obliged, removing her fingers from Jen’s sensitive sides and going to turn the feather duster machine off. Afterwards, she released Jen from her restraints and helped her out of the T cart. “Sorry, just had to do that. I really wanted to tickle you, and you provided a perfect opportunity.”
“Ah, it’s fine,” Jen dismissed any hard feelings that might have happened to exist. “I was looking pretty tickleable, so I can’t entirely blame you. But to the important matter: is this the restaurant you were talking about?”
“It sure is,” Wendy stated. “Best burgers I’ve had at the Tickle Cartel. Let’s head in and get some food.” Jen got out of the T cart and started to walk to the door with Wendy when the Tickle Mistress noticed something. “Jen, stop.” Jen turned around, a confused look on her face, as Wendy returned to get something from the T cart. “You’re going to want these.” Jen saw a pair of flip flops in her mentor’s hand, and she looked down, a little surprised to see her bare feet. Having walked around the palace barefoot, and continued this in the T cart, she did not even realize that she had forgotten about her shoes. Jen quickly took the shoes and put them on, a little embarrassed that she had not noticed it before. “Walking around the palace and riding in my T cart barefoot is fine, but if you go into a public restaurant like that, you’ll get locked in the public stocks for tickling. And right now, I think you need food, not tickles. Now, let’s head in and get some food.” Still a little red from shock, Jen followed Wendy inside, and they were seated by a waitress.
Before too long, another waitress came to take their order. Extraordinarily hungry from being tickled all day, Jen ordered one of the specialized burgers with everything on it, while Wendy went for a different burger. Jen got strawberry lemonade and Wendy got raspberry lemonade to drink, both wanting to get hydrated for the tickling they both realized was coming later in the day. Pretty soon, their drinks had arrived, but Jen’s stomach rumbled from the lack of food on the table. “Hungry?” Wendy questioned with a smirk.
“I think my order probably answered that,” Jen responded with the same smirk. “I could eat a whole cow right now. How a- AHAHA!” Jen became the ticklee again when ten toes attacked her torso. Similar to the restaurant the two had visited the day before, tickling was fairly common among customers here, so these tickles did not cause an incident. “AHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Come on, Jen; fight back!” Wendy encouraged Jen as she worked her toes towards Jen’s navel. Too ticklish to take it, Jen folded her abdomen in as she leaned her head down on the table, effectively trapping the tickling toes and making them tickle her midriff. “Fight back, Jen! I’m ticklish, too.”
“AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA MYHYHY BEHEHELLEHEHBUHUTTOHOHON!” Jen laughed out as her tickle button was tickled.
‘Wait, what does she mean, fight back?’ Jen had heard what Tickle Mistress Wendy said, but was a bit distracted by her ticklishness. Then she heard Wendy admitting her ticklishness, and Jen realized, ‘Her feet are her most ticklish spot. They’re right where I can get them. This is a golden opportunity.’
Prepared to expose herself to more tickling, Jen sat upright as her hands shot down to grasp Wendy’s ankles. Wendy saw this and made a half-hearted attempt to escape, but Jen would have been too quick for a real escape attempt, and soon the Tickle Mistress’ feet were vulnerably trapped beside Jen’s legs. “J-Jen?” Wendy feigned fear. “I didn’t really mean for you to fight back. And I was just having a little fun with that tummy of yours.”
“Oh, really?” Jen raised an eyebrow as she got the ankles in an armlock. “Well, I wouldn’t have fought back, but you reminded me of just how ticklish you are. And especially that these,” Jen put the nails of her right hand on Wendy’s toes, “are quite ticklish.”
“I’ll… I’ll lock you up in the T cart again,” Wendy threatened, showing no signs of kidding. Her eyes, however, were fixated at where Jen’s nails were about to tickle her. “I’ll tickle that belly of yours until you’re crying.” Then she stared Jen straight in the eyes and commanded, “Now Jen, let my feet go.”
“No,” Jen stared straight back into Wendy’s eyes.
Wendy saw the fierceness, but she did not know exactly what she had gotten herself into until a finger wiggled against her big toe, “AHAHA! JEHEHEHEN! WAIHIHIHIT!” Keeping her grip on the ankles firm and resting all five fingers of her right hand against the Tickle Mistress’ sole, Jen obliged warily. Tickle Mistress Wendy smiled kindly and instructed, “Be light, but go ahead and tickle me until the food gets here. I’ve got much less stamina than you but have fun.” A nod from Wendy put a smile on Jen’s face as her fingers tickled around the sensitive soles of her mentor. “AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA!” With Wendy’s head thrown back in familiar laughter, Jen enjoyed wiggling her fingers on the bare feet in front of her. She ran them up and down, switched from one foot to another unexpectedly, and tickled around the side to the tops to find the worst spots. Even with this extra experimentation, Jen found that the conclusion she had come to yesterday was true: the soles of Wendy’s feet was where she was most sensitive. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAT!” was the reaction whenever Jen dared to touch those sensitive soles. The tickler delivered sudden, short bursts of sadistic sole scribbles to Wendy to put her in hysterics before easing her down with light tickles on the rest of her feet. The ticklee was in tears by the time the food arrived just a few minutes later, at which point Jen finally released her grip on the ankles. Exhausted, Wendy’s ankles fell to the booth seat beside Jen before the Tickle Mistress looked up and snapped her legs back to their normal, more protective position under her side of the table. “You’re mean, Jen.”
Jen had a playfully devious smirk on her face at the comment as she proclaimed, “I didn’t tickle someone’s belly just so they would tickle my feet.”
“And it’s not happening again,” Tickle Mistress Wendy looked away from Jen with a pouting face, embarrassed that she had actually provoked Jen to tickle torture her. “Go wash your hands, and then we’ll eat. Bathroom’s behind me.”
“As you wish, Ticklish Mistress,” Jen retorted with a wiggle of her fingers. She got up, and as she passed Wendy, the Tickle Mistress curved her body to keep her stomach away from where Jen was, preventing the attempt to poke it that never existed. “Jumpy,” Jen noted. “But I wasn’t even going to do anything there.”
“Just go,” Tickle Mistress Wendy ordered, letting Jen and her bratty smirk head to wash her hands. In a minute, Jen was back, and the two starved women devoured their meal. Wendy decided that Jen’s official assignment in the Tickle Cartel was worth a celebratory dessert, so she had Jen pick out a cake that they could enjoy. They finished a couple of small pieces each, and Wendy paid the bill while the rest was being put in a to-go box. Afterwards, the two went out, putting the cake in a storage compartment on the T cart. “Well, Jen, we have the whole afternoon free; what do you want to do?”
“I really don’t know,” Jen proclaimed. “It seems like there’s so much here to explore, but to be honest, I’ve been too busy since you told me to remember what all you described.”
“Okay, I’ll give you some options, and if you don’t like them, I’ve got more options,” Tickle Mistress Wendy offered. “There’s some tickle rides where we can tickle people in the Tickle Island half. Another option would be the beaches. There’s plenty of them on both sides of the island, but in my opinion, the Tickle Cartel side beaches are better. We could also go out to see a movie or an activity like bowling or mini golf. Any of those sound interesting?”
At the mention of the beach, Jen’s mind drifted to the dark place of thinking back to when she was captured by the Tickle Cartel.
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