“Brogan! You just killed five people! What the hell?”

I shrug, raising my hands on either side of me as I look over at my new friend and teammate, Jared. “Whoops.”

Staring at the blood pooling under the bodies, I tilt my head. “Isn’t that the whole point, though?”

“Not if they were all on your team,” Jared deadpans.

I laugh, tossing the controller to the floor as I get out of the large beanbag chair. “I don’t think I was made to be a video game girl.”

Jared chuckles as he shuts off the console. “Yeah, maybe just stick to cheer.”

Lucia comes running into the room looking perfect as ever. “Come on, we’re going to be late for the party!”

Glancing in the mirror in Jared’s room, I fluff up my hair and adjust my dress. This still doesn’t feel real. My nerves begin to get the better of me and there’s a small part of me that wants to chicken out. After a grueling week of cheer camp and tryouts, all three of us made the team, so tonight we are going out to celebrate.

“You good?” Jared asks as I continue to stare at my reflection. I nod, but he must not believe me because the next thing I know, he’s handing me a small glass filled with clear liquid.

“To an unforgettable year at Rosewood U.”

He and Lucia down their drinks and I follow suit, welcoming the burn of the cheap vodka as it slides down my throat.

An hour and two shots of courage later, we’re all looking hot as hell as we stroll up to the Kappa Rho frat house, the notorious party hub on campus. Standing tall at the end of the long tree-lined driveway is a large white colonial house that makes the actual White House look subpar. There are people everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I’ve never attended a party this big, and it’s hard not to feel like a small fish in a big pond.

The perk of going somewhere that’s littered with this many people is that it’s so easy to blend in. At least, that’s my hope.

Back home, I lived for parties. I was a social butterfly who enjoyed spreading her wings and meeting new people, but this is a lot to take in, even with my high-ranking social status.

My clothing options were limited since I didn’t pack much for cheer camp, but I did bring a sexy little black dress that hugs my curves and exposes my cleavage. It’s sleek and slutty and just my style. I’m not actually a slut, but I’m also not the type of girl who hides what God gave me. Some judge me—others praise me for my confidence.

I fluff my long blonde hair again, framing a few strands around my face before taking a calming breath. It’s slightly intimidating walking into a party when you don’t know anyone except the two people you’re showing up with.

Lucia and I stick close to Jared as he offers up high fives to practically every person we walk by. I’m actually surprised he’s so well-known, considering he’s only coming up on his second year here. He has a magnetic personality, though, so I should have expected it. It’s probably why he got picked for the cheer team; his smile and energy are hard to beat.

“Let’s get you ladies a drink,” Jared says as he leads us into a kitchen packed with even more people. If I had to guess, there are at least two hundred people at this party. 

Jared and Lucia are both entering their second year at Rosewood U, and I actually just met them during cheer camp. We clicked immediately, and now we’ll be cheering for the Devils’ football team together this fall.

Lucia and I follow behind Jared like two little ducks, passing by so many good-looking men it’s hard not to get caught drooling. Freshman year at Rosewood U is already fixing to be a good time and it’s still a few months away.

“Damn.” My head turns to follow what might be one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid eyes on. That was no boy, he’s a grown-ass man.

“Wild, right?” Lucia says as she rubs some pink gloss across her bottom lip.

“Totally. But in the best way,” I retort as I reach for a cup beside the keg. Another hand reaches at the same time and calloused fingers brush against my soft ones. I look down and see the rugged hands of a man. When my eyes slide up, I find a pair staring right back at me.

Unable to break my gaze, I stand there silently dumbfounded. It’s like I’ve been put under a spell by his mesmerizing stare. I can’t even begin to guess what color his eyes are. They’re this strange blend of captivating hues. The inner circle is a deep brown, surrounded by emerald green, which fades into ocean blue before ending with a thin ring of black. It’s like looking into a kaleidoscope.

I’d like to think that the shock of a new place and new people is what has me staring sheepishly, but I can’t help myself. High school boys just do not compare to the man in front of me. Which is why I helplessly drink up every inch of him. It’s not just his eyes, but his body too.

Okay. I lied about the last guy my eyes magnetized to. This man right here has to be the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Dark hair with frosted tips, sun-kissed skin, and muscles for days. His pouty lips and chiseled jaw are the icing on the cake.

The audible huff that climbs up his throat throws me completely off guard and the next thing I know, the guy is pushing my hand out of the way and snatching the cup from me.

“That was rude,” I mumble under my breath.

Obviously annoyed, he snares the keg nozzle. His eyes lift as he fills his cup. “Look, if you wanna undress me with your eyes, you can do it in my bedroom since you’re that interested.”

Heat rises in my cheeks as an unhumorous laugh escapes me. “You’ve got to be kidding me right now. Undressing you with my eyes?”

“Are you denying it?” He tosses the keg nozzle at my chest and I grab it before it falls.

I mean, I was, but who even says that? And I would never admit it. Especially now that I know what a complete and utter asshole he is.

“In your dreams,” I snarl.

“Unfortunately for you, my dreams aren’t filled with women who like to waste my time.”

All right, forget everything I just said. He’s not the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. His appeal was lost when he opened his mouth to speak.

“Your ego is far too big for your head.” I aggressively begin filling my own cup, cutting off eye contact so that I’m no longer tempted to look at the godlike body in front of me that holds the personality of a rotten potato.

He must not give a shit that I’m choosing to ignore him, though, because Mr. Asshole here has the audacity to press two fingers to my cup, tilting it slightly to the left. “Such an amateur,” he tsks. “Less foam if you hold your cup like that.”

He walks away with his shoulders taut as he sips on his beer.

“Don’t take it personal,” Jared says as he comes up behind me. “Hayes doesn’t like anyone.”

“That’s blatantly obvious. What a fucking jerk.” My eyes roll to find, who I take to be, Hayes, pushing his way aggressively through the crowd.

Hayes flashes a quick glance at me over his shoulder and I hate the way my heart flutters. That right there is the kind of asshole I usually fall for. There’s something flattering about being the only one to get the sweet side of a bitter man. Something in my gut tells me there is nothing more to Hayes than what he just showed me. An egotistical guy who knows he’s good-looking and uses it to his advantage.

I can tell by the scathing glare he’s pegging me with right now as he stands with his back against the wall and his foot kicked up behind him—he’s ruthless, and there isn’t an ounce of shame in his veins.

“What’s his story?” I ask Jared, feeling curious for reasons unbeknownst to myself.

Jared hesitates a moment before saying, “Just another asshole who treats people like shit and gets away with it. Heed my warning,” Jared continues. “Hayes Madden is a player. He cares about no one and nothing but himself.”

“Sounds like you know him pretty well?”

“I know enough, and he isn’t worth another thought.” Jared looks toward the wall, watching Hayes with anger burning in his eyes. It’s not a look I’m used to seeing on Jared, and it makes me even more wary than I was before. “Hayes has a reputation at Rosewood U. Just stay out of his way and you’ll be fine.”

“Stay out of his way and I’ll be fine?” I laugh. “I’m not scared of Hayes, if that’s what you think.”

Jared shrugs, taking a long pull of his beer like he’s trying to distract himself. “Like I said, he’s not worth another thought.”

“I’m not thinking about him.” I grin mischievously, scanning my eyes over all the other perfectly good eye candy in the room.

I feel his gaze scrutinizing me, looking for any hint that I might be lying.

I smack him playfully on the arm. “I’m not! There are plenty of other guys here to captivate my thoughts.”

“I believe you,” he says with a sarcastic bite. Jared tosses an arm around my shoulders and leads me out of the kitchen. “Now, where’d our girl run off to?”

I look around the crowded space in search of Lucia, but she’s nowhere in sight. “I’m not sure. Should we try and find her?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head before downing the rest of his beer. “She’ll appear at some point or another.”

The sound of chanting rings in my ears and I move closer to the noise, taking Jared along with me. “Is that…” My words trail off as I approach a closed door. Leaning into it, I push my ear to the hard surface. I shoot a thumb to my right. “Do they have the Lions game on down there?”

Jared’s shoulders rise then fall. “Maybe.”

Without a second thought, I turn the handle on the door and pull it open. “I’ll be down here if you need me.” I take the first step but pause and look over my shoulder. “Keep an eye out for Lucia, okay?”

Taking Jared’s advice, I don’t give Hayes another thought. And that thought didn’t count.

Three beers and a couple shots later, I’m standing with a group of guys, rooting for the Detroit Lions in front of a big-screen TV in the basement. Seems I’m the only one because the majority of them are hoping the Broncos pull out a win.

I’ve been a Lions fan since I was a toddler. Some of my favorite memories are of my dad and me watching the game. He lived in Michigan most of his life and was born a Lions fan, and because of that, I was, too.

I’m on the edge of my seat—which says a lot considering I’m standing. The quarterback makes a play action to the receiver. He loads up and… Oh fuck, he’s faking the pass. Another receiver is streaking down the sideline and he’s got it!

Go! Go! Go!

“Fuck yes!” I shout as the receiver catches the pass and walks the ball into the end zone. My hands flail in the air. “That’s it. Game over. We win! Talk shit now,” I howl to the guys around me, who are pacifying their burnt egos with their heads hung low.

“It’s their first win of the season. Pure luck. No skill,” a guy beside me says. “If you wanna see real talent, watch a hockey game. That’s where the excitement is.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” I bark back. It’s not until I look at him that I realize it’s none other than Hayes fucking Madden. “Ugh,” I groan. “It’s you.”

“In the flesh,” he croons, waving his arms out to the sides as if he’s someone exceptional. “What’s your deal anyway? A couple hours ago you were imagining me naked, and now you’re disgusted by my presence.”

“A couple hours ago I didn’t know you were a complete asshole. Don’t worry, though, you opened your mouth and spoke and the spell shattered before my eyes.”

He turns to face me, arms crossed over his tight shirt that exposes the outline of his rigid abs. Stop it, Brogan. He’s not a midnight snack—he’s a cocksure jerk.

“So you admit it?”

“Admit what?” I huff.

He grins, assessing me. “That you were imagining me naked.”

Thanks a lot, asshole. Now that he mentioned it, I am imagining him naked. It’s like telling someone not to look at the person directly behind you. You have to look.

I observe the sleeve of tattoos on his arm and in my imagination, he has more on his pectoral muscles—possibly even his side. My gaze drops to his lower half and I can’t help but wonder if he’s a shower or a grower because that bulge…

My train of thought is interrupted at the sound of him clearing his throat.

“Damn,” he drawls. “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”

I might actually think he was joking if it weren’t for the lack of humor on his face. Not a single twitch of the lips.

He is far too pleased with himself right now.

I narrow my eyes. “How you were gifted a body like that with a shit personality I will never understand.”

“Look,” he begins, clearly stuck more on the fact that I admitted he was attractive and not that his persona makes my skin crawl. “Let’s just call it like it is and get this over with so we can both move on with our lives. You’re hot. I’m hot. There’s obviously some sexual tension burning between us. So we might as well—”

I hold up a hand. “Please stop before you embarrass yourself further. The only thing between us is animosity. In fact, I don’t even know why I’m still talking to you.” I take a step back and lift my shoulders. “Have a nice life, Hayes.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His hand lands on my shoulder, stopping me. “How do you know my name?”

My gaze remains fixed on the empty wall in front of me. I blink rapidly as responses fumble around in my head.

If I tell him someone told me, he’ll think I was asking about him. His already enormous ego might actually cause his head to explode. I tilt my head slightly to the left, not bothering to turn and face him as I respond. “I…I heard someone say it.”

“Who?” he quips.

I lift my shoulders. “I dunno. Someone. God, you’re so desperate.” I take another step toward the staircase, but once again, I’m stopped. This time, with his body right in front of mine.

His eyebrows cave as he examines me, and the longer I look at his skeptical glare, the more heated I get.

“Go. Away!” I grit out. It’s moments like this that I hate myself and the pull I have to guys like him. It’s like my pussy is screaming we can fix him while my brain tells me to run away.

“If you know my name, it’s only fair that I know yours, too.” He reaches out, taking a strand of my blonde hair and wrapping it around his finger.

A puff of air flares my nostrils. “No, it’s not.” I smack his hand away, trying to move around him. He steps to the side, blocking me again.

“Must be hideous if you’re not willing to share.”

I roll my eyes and spit out the first name that pops in my head because I don’t want this jerk knowing a single thing about me. “Anna.”

His tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth. “Anna, huh? You don’t look like an Anna.”

Popping my hip up, I press my hand firmly to my side. “How so?”

“Anna is such a sweet name. Something tells me you’re not a sweet girl.”

I give him a piercing stare, resisting the urge to push him out of my way. He’s right, though, I’m not a sweet girl. I stand up for myself and Hayes Madden is no exception. “Either tell me what you want or get the hell out of my way.”

“You didn’t let me finish what I was saying. You just took the compliment I gave you and ran.”

“Compliment? When did you compliment me?” I sputter.

“I said you were hot.” This time, he rakes his eyes down my body and his intense gaze makes me feel like my dress is no longer on.

“You also said you were hot.”

He shrugs, stepping closer so that we’re hardly an inch apart. “Is self-confidence unattractive to you?”

“No,” I stammer. “But arrogance is.”

“Anyways, Anna.” He puts extra emphasis on the fake name I gave him. “I was saying, we need to just get this over with.”

I can’t help the laugh that rumbles up my throat. “Get this over with? Are you insinuating…no.” I stop myself because it’s absurd. “I can’t even say it because it’s not happening.”

“Does the word fuck make you nervous?” His tone is teasing, but I’m so riled up I could smack him across his cocksure face.

My mouth forms a perfect O. “Wow. You really are something else.” Shaking my head, I turn to walk away, once again, but I’m halted, once again. Only this time, Hayes wraps one of his large hands around my waist and pulls me back into him.

I shouldn’t be turned on by his forwardness, but for some fucked-up reason, I am. Why am I attracted to guys like this? And whyyyy in God’s name is there this sick part of my brain that thinks I can bandage their emotional wounds and fix their broken parts?

All the alcohol I had must be going straight to my head because instead of running forward, I’m moving backward—straight backward until my backside is flush with his chest. Hayes wraps an arm around my shoulder from behind and pinches my chin as he tugs my head back. I peer up at him, a good six inches, I’m guessing, because I’m only five-foot-four and he has to be six-foot tall.

“So, how do you wanna do this?” he whispers with a rasp in his voice.

“If I have to explain it to you, you shouldn’t be doing it.”

He chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest that has me clenching my thighs. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, Legs.”

Did he really just peg me with a nickname? 

My cheeks flush with heat. Hell, my whole body flushes with heat. “Legs, huh?”

“That’s right. Since you won’t tell me your real name, I’ll just give you one. Because I’m about two seconds away from thrusting myself between those perfect legs.”

“Ah. So you do know what you’re doing?” I quip.

He tugs my head back farther, this time much more aggressively, and my body is literally burning with desire. “I’ll let you be the one to decide that.”

I’m lost in his sultry eyes when he suddenly pulls me into a bedroom—a very messy bedroom. There’s a small table lamp on a nightstand beside the bed and clothes scattered all over. “Are we allowed to be in here?”

Hayes trails hot, eager kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and down to my shoulder. With one hand, he unzips the back of my dress, and it falls softly around my ankles. I take two small steps out of it, feeling exposed as his hungry mouth moves lower and lower down my body while he unclasps my bra.

Before this can go any further, I ask the question that’s heavy on my mind. “You’re clean, right?” I hate being a mood killer and I really don’t want to embarrass Hayes, but I know I am, so I need to know he is.

He doesn’t even seem fazed as he reaches his hand out, slaps it around on the top of his dresser and brings a paper between us. I take one glance at it, pleased with the results, then I toss it in the air. I assumed we were in a random member’s room, but a random person wouldn’t have Hayes’s test results on their dresser. “So this is your room?” I ask, officially ruining the moment.

“Sure is.” He nonchalantly unclasps the button on his worn black jeans, revealing a hint of his black boxer briefs.

So Hayes is a frat boy. I don’t know much about fraternities, but from what I’ve heard, the guys in them don’t have the best reputations, especially when it comes to commitment and relationships. Not that I’m looking for that with Hayes. God no. I already regret having sex with him and we haven’t even done it yet.

I should walk out of this room right now, but I’m a glutton for bad decisions and the second Hayes drops to his knees, I relish in the way his calloused hands feel against my skin.

He grips the waistband of my satin panties and he slowly pulls them down my hips. I lift one foot and then the other as he takes them off. The cool air hits my bare skin and goosebumps erupt on my body.

His lips kiss up my thighs teasingly before he stands. Peeling his shirt off, he tosses it with the rest of the scattered clothes on his floor. I nearly gasp when he removes his pants and briefs confidently. As he should be because holy fuck he is hung like a damn horse and to top it off, he’s got a piercing.

Why am I surprised here? Hayes is definitely the kind of man that would pierce his dick. Suddenly, my nerves get the best of me and I look at him with panic in my eyes. I’ve never seen one of these piercings before and now I’m about to feel it inside me.

“Don’t worry, Legs.” He presses two fingers to my chin, closing my hung mouth. “We’ll make it fit.” He winks and my mouth falls right back open.

I don’t even care that he knows I’m stunned—or speechless, really. My God, he is well-endowed. And beautiful. And I was right, his chest muscles are tattooed. There’s a sprawling tree with branches that spread across his flesh. Surrounding the branches are various objects—a hummingbird, a stopwatch, a menacing skull. I bet each one tells its own story, which only adds to the mystery of this arrogant man.

He walks me back until my legs hit the bed. Leaning back, I crawl onto the mattress as he stares down at me. His eyes go up and down my legs with appreciation before he bites his lip. Reaching out, he trails his fingers down my chest to my abdomen before they reach my dripping center.

Should I be embarrassed by how wet his arrogance makes me? Definitely. Am I? Not even a little.

Spreading my legs for him, he groans before pushing two strong fingers inside me.

I curl my back, forcing pressure against his hand while he remains standing beside the bed. His defined muscles glisten with sweat and the veins in his forearm flex with each thrust of his hand.

His gaze is stuck between my legs while I hungrily drink him in and sink into the pleasure he gives. And my God does it feel good. I savor every second, anxiously awaiting his girthy eight—maybe nine—inch cock to be inside me.

Hayes moves his fingers with precise expertise, finding the spot that has me clenching my walls. I inhale a deep breath, filling my lungs with his intoxicating scent of cedar and bergamot.

The pad of his thumb presses against my clit with just the right amount of pressure and a soft moan slips through my lips. As he continues pumping his fingers deep inside me, my sounds grow louder and more urgent.

A guttural whimper escapes me when he abruptly pulls out his fingers and crawls on top of me.

“Don’t worry, Legs. I’m going to fill this pussy up.”

Fortunately, I’m on birth control because he forcefully shoves his bare cock inside me.

I grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. A sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me as I feel the stretch. It burns as much as it feels good, making me press my heels into his ass to encourage him further.

The coolness of his metal piercing presses against my G-spot with each thrust and there’s no doubt I can feel his length under my belly button.

This man is not only blessed with a huge cock, turns out he’s skilled with it, too.

Sweeping up one of my legs, he leans into me while bringing my knee to my shoulder. He tilts slightly to the left as he pulls out, only to fill me right back up.

I gasp, lifting my eyes to find his beautiful crazy ones staring back at me. For a brief moment, I see something deeper than I think he wants me to see and I reach my palm to cup his cheek. It’s like our souls connect and I roll my hips to meet his thrust.

Hayes falters for a second as we connect on a level I don’t think he is ready to connect on. Clenching his jaw, he places a hand beside my head before lowering his body over me and breaking our eye contact. His hot breath tickles my neck, before he bites down and I cry out. He pounds into me, almost like a punishment for making him feel something he didn’t want to feel.

My mouth falls agape, chest rising and falling against him as he takes me back to the brink of release.

“Oh, God,” I cry out.

Every nerve in my body ignites and my arms instinctively wrap around him, nails digging into his back, leaving marks. Our bodies move in sync and the sounds of our pleasure mingle in the air as we both find our climax together.

He pulses inside me, prolonging my release even more. My legs are shaking when he finally stills, my chest heaving.

As I lie there in a daze, Hayes urgently pulls out of me and rolls his naked body off of mine before sinking into the mattress beside me.

My labored breaths slowly return to normal and when I turn my head with a smile, I notice Hayes looking at me with a blank stare. His eyes quickly snap to the ceiling.

“So, umm…” He scratches his head, avoiding any further eye contact. “I’ve gotta get up early in the morning and I should probably get some shut-eye.”

There’s a huge party happening right on the other side of the door and he’s seriously going to bed?

Then it hits me. No fucking way. 

My body shoots upright, taking the flat sheet covering my breasts along with me. “Wait. Are you kicking me out before your dick even has time to dry?”

Shame, regret, remorse, anger—every damn emotion I hate shoots through me. He just played me like a fucking fiddle. Jared warned me. Told me not to give him a second thought. But what did I do? I climbed right into his bed and for two whole seconds I let him in.

Hayes’s expression twists as he strokes the stubble on his chin. “Ya know, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a complete asshole.” He pauses for a beat. “But yeah. I guess I am.” He makes this annoying clicking sound with his cheek and it’s taking everything in me not to lay my fist on said cheek right this very second.

“Oh my. God! You truly are an asshole!” I jump off the bed, letting the sheet fall so I can get dressed as quickly as possible and get the hell out of here.

“In my defense, I never denied it.” He scoots up and leans his back against the headboard, hands folded behind his head.

“Stop looking at me!” I snap as I kick up random articles of clothing strewn across the bedroom floor, searching desperately for my own. As I lift my foot to take another step, I realize something is caught on my toe. I glance down and see a lacy red thong—that is not mine—dangling from my foot. “Disgusting!” I spit out as I quickly kick it off.

I catch Hayes still looking at me from the corner of my eye and…fuck it. I swing my hand back and pinch the flesh of his cheek between my fingers. “I said stop looking at me!”

For the first time ever, he smiles. He actually fucking smiles. Which pushes my last button.

When I finally find my bra and dress, I throw it on quickly, not giving a damn that I’m leaving my panties behind.

This must be a pattern with him.  

Jared said he was a player and I didn’t listen. Except, when he looked down at me with emotion in his eyes, he didn’t feel like a player. For a second, I thought maybe this could be more than a one-night stand.

Calmly, I walk to the door and steel my spine. “This actually works out better,” I say, turning back to him. “If I had stayed any longer, it would have been a waste of my time.”

His brows pinch before his face falls just enough that I notice. Check mate, Hayes Madden. You messed with the wrong girl.

“Can’t have that,” he says without any bite.

“Goodbye, Hayes Madden. I truly hope I never see you again.”

As soon as I’m out the door, I head for the stairs. Once I’m out of that suffocating basement, I search haphazardly for Jared or Lucia. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll tell them what just happened, but I need to get out of this damn house.

I’m officially swearing off asshole men. I don’t care how attractive their bad boy personas are. The next guy I go for will be one of the good ones.

Still scouring each room for them, my body collides with another when I turn down a hall and my head ricochets off the wall. “Ouch,” I shriek as I rub the sore spot.

When I look up, I find a dark-haired, blue-eyed angel of a man staring back at me. He’s wearing a Devils football jersey, which leads me to believe he plays ball for Rosewood U.

With his hands on either side of my shoulders, he looks down at me, genuinely concerned. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

I’m shuffled over to a nearby chair as he kneels beside me. “Do you need water or anything?”

Aggressively sweeping away a damp spot under my eyes, I shake my head. “I’m good. At least, I am now.”

A minute or so passes of him watching me for any sign of traumatic injury. When in reality, I really am fine. Aside from the weight of regret and shame on my shoulders after having sex with Hayes, I’m physically fine.

The cute guy smiles. “What do you say we get out of here? There’s an ice cream shop that stays open late a short walk away. You look like you could use some ice cream.”

Now, listen. I swear I’m not a slut. I’m really not, and I have no intention of having sex with this guy, or any other guys for a very long time. But this has to be fate. Seconds ago, I swore off assholes and now Prince Charming is right in front of me.

“Ice cream sounds perfect,” I say, and he helps me to my feet.

“Great.” He smiles, showing off his perfect white teeth. “Oh, I’m Kamden Donnelly, by the way.” He extends his hand to me.

I lay my hand in his palm and literally feel the electricity sizzling between us. “Brogan,” I say with a flirtatious grin. “Brogan Astor.”

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