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AI art 'selfie'
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selfie

jlixard
AI art 'Nagatoro's Casting' with user description 'The Righ train The rhythmic clack of the train tracks was a dull hum against the pounding of my own heart. I was leaning against the cold, vibrating door, my jaw working a piece of grape gum with lazy, rhythmic chews. My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb swiping through my "private" folder. I was so caught up in admiring my own tan lines and the curves of my unclad body in those mirror selfies that I didn't realize I wasn't alone in my vanity. I was so focused on the screen that I didn't see the shift in the air—the way the tired salarymen around me had stopped looking at their newspapers and started staring at the illicit, glowing heat in my hand. Then, the sound changed. It wasn't just the screech of the rails; it was the frantic, wet sound of friction. My eyes flicked up for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. All around me, men had their trousers open, their members out and pulsing. They were masturbating right there, eyes locked on my screen, then on me. I felt a surge of genuine panic, my mouth falling open, the grape gum forgotten. I went to scream, but before a sound could escape, a heavy, calloused hand slammed over my mouth. Another hand gripped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh through my white off-the-shoulder ribbed crop top. I struggled, my white Mary Janes scuffing the floor, but then I saw my phone. A man had snatched it. His thumb hovered over the "Post" button on my Facebook. All those photos—the ones that would ruin a "normal" girl—were a millisecond away from being seen by everyone. "If you don't want the whole world to see how much of a little slut you are," he hissed, "you're going to satisfy every man on this train." I froze. A slow, predatory smirk began to spread behind the hand covering my mouth. My panic didn't vanish; it transformed into a wicked realization. "You think I'm scared?" I thought. "This... this was the plan all along. I wanted to see if anyone was bold enough to take what I was showing them." They didn't waste time. They didn't even take off my top; they just yanked the elastic down, exposing my breasts to the stale air. I was forced to my knees, my jaw aching as I took the first man into my mouth. I used every trick I’d ever imagined, swallowing the thick, bitter floods of cum until my eyes rolled back. But that was just the "loading screen." They stood me up, pinning me against the door. They didn't even remove my frayed denim shorts; they just shoved the fabric aside. I felt a thick, leathery cock drive into my pussy, stretching me until I thought I’d break. Then came the anal conquest—a searing, pressurized invasion that made me see stars. My pussy was already red and swollen, leaking their combined seed, but the sensation of being filled from behind while another worked my front was a "Double Penetration" that left me gasping. Eventually, my shorts were shredded and cast aside, leaving me completely open. Two men stepped forward at once, their eyes hungry. They began the "Double Vaginal" assault, both of them forcing their way into my heat at the same time. The pressure was staggering, stretching my walls to their absolute limit. As I writhed under the weight of them, one of my white Mary Janes caught on a man’s leg and popped off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I was left with one foot bare, my toes curling as they hammered into me. As the train pulled into a station, I was pressed hard against the glass. People on the platform stared in shock, watching the "innocent" girl in the white crop top being relentlessly fucked by a rotating line of men. More men pushed into the car, drawn by the sight of my public ruin. I was a mess of sweat, saliva, and white stains. By the time the train reached the final stop, I was slumped on a train seat, my legs spread wide and my pussy overflowing with a thick, white soup of cum that dripped onto the cushion. My skin was flushed, and I was completely spent. I watched, breathless, as the man with my phone finally hit "Post." My nakedness was now public, trending for the whole world to see. I didn't cry. I didn't hide. I just leaned back against the seat and smiled, a dark, triumphant glint in my eyes. I wasn't ruined; I was a star. The notifications were already starting to pour in, a symphony of digital attention. This was the debut I had always wanted—the "Ultimate Senpai" had just become the most famous girl on the internet.'
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Nagatoro's Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Favor ❤️' with user description 'The art room was quiet until Black called out from his laptop, "Hey Nagatoro... I'm almost at 2k followers on betterwaifu. Those sets of photos I took of you helped a lot. Thanks." "Hah? Two thousand?!" Nagatoro lunged forward, leaning close to the screen with a wicked, cat-like grin. "Are you serious, Senpai?! You're getting all hyped up over a measly two thousand followers? *Gross!* @zuzul has 4k+ and @octavian are going to 3k also their work are so much better than yours, and I really would love if @bad77 let me use Annie for a night. You really are just a lonely, desperate little otaku, practicing your creepy little photography hobbies on a high school girl just to farm clicks!" She hit his elbow, her arms going completely "noodly" as she waved them around. "But you'd be completely helpless without me, wouldn't you? A total loser who can't even get a single view unless a super cute underclassman strikes a pose for him! You better not think those photos were free!" Black didn't flinch. He leaned back, locking his gaze onto hers with a cold, knowing intensity. "Well, remember that day in the art room with all the professors? The weekend with your grandma's new husband, even that strange ritual and the time you were chained in a bathroom for a week for any man to use? I need one more favor from you to get to 2k." Nagatoro’s playful arms froze instantly. The smug grin vanished, leaving her expression utterly blank. Her eyes narrowed into dark pinpricks as she stared at the floor. "Shut up," she said, her voice dropping to a low, quiet whisper. "Just... shut your mouth, Senpai. Don't talk about that. You don't know anything about any of that. You aren't supposed to know." Trembling with sheer panic, she grabbed her bag with a violent jerk. "I'm leaving. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, and don't you dare post anything else." Before her hand could twist the doorknob, the heavy door swung open. Ten massive, heavily built men filed into the narrow school room, their imposing figures completely blocking the exit. Nagatoro backed up against the door, her frantic denial vanishing into a tense, heavy stillness. She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging as the weight of her exposed secrets and the men's presence hit her. "You... you really are a monster, aren't you?" she murmured, a faint, bitter trace of her signature grin touching the corner of her mouth. "Bringing up that week.. God, I still feel the chill of that concrete floor. Seven days of being treated like absolute garbage.. I didn't think anyone even knew the half of it." She looked at Black, a familiar, dark thrill beginning to fight through her fear. "You're lucky I'm already ruined, Senpai. Fine. Set up your camera. Let's just get this session over with. Right as she dropped her bag and stepped toward the center of the room, the door swung open yet again. Thirty more men filed into the already packed space. "Sorry they were late," Black said calmly. Remove your clothes and let's go.Guys one cum one pic The sheer absurdity of the crowd broke her out of her dark mood. She leapt backward, her face flushing a furious crimson as she pointed a trembling finger at him. "Are you completely out of your mind, Senpai?! Thirty *more*?! Where are you even finding these people on a Sunday?! I don't care what we agreed to a second ago! There is a limit to how much your desperate little otaku brain can demand! The deal is totally off!" But the men did not care about her protests. They closed the distance immediately, their heavy hands taking absolute control. In their relentless surge, they ripped all her clothes, tearing the school uniform completely from her body until she was left entirely exposed in the middle of the crowded room. They pinned her down, disregarding her screaming as the five-hour marathon began. They focused entirely on a single, ruthless routine: they used only her throat. The initial shock of the crowd's unyielding demand quickly dissolved into a dark, intoxicating rhythm. Every time she thought she couldn't take any more, another man took his place, forcing her to stretch her limits past what she thought possible. Her eyes watered and her vocal cords strained as one by one, without a single moment of reprieve, every single one of the thirty-plus men ended their turn deep inside her throat. Halfway through, the frantic panic completely melted away, replaced by the mindless bliss of total surrender. She found that exact same dark, addictive thrill she had hidden away in the park bathroom—the euphoric realization that she was being used completely as an object, and that her body loved every single second of the degradation. Finally, after five consecutive hours, the last of the men filed out, leaving the room in silence under the flickering fluorescent lights. Nagatoro remained kneeling flat on the cold floorboards, her tangled hair clinging to her damp neck, her throat raw and aching from the relentless strain. Continues in the comments'
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Nagatoro Favor ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Walkies with Anya"
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Walkies with Anya

zesoul
AI art "Nagatoro Slut ❤️"
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Nagatoro Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Ruka ❤️'
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Ruka ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"
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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

octavian
AI art "Asuka's gala evening"
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Asuka's gala evening

zuzul
AI art 'Art Room Gangbang' with user description 'The flyers for the special Sunday seminar had been posted outside the art room for a week, and Hayase Nagatoro, despite her usual chaotic energy, had signed her name with genuine intent. She wanted to improve her sketches, perhaps to surprise a certain upperclassman with a portrait that didn't rely on her usual exaggerated, cartoonish teasing. The advertisement promised instruction from a collective of independent, seasoned art masters. What it neglected to mention was the specific nature of the curriculum. When Nagatoro arrived at the isolated campus annex that Sunday morning, the atmosphere was heavy and unfamiliar. The blinds were drawn tightly against the daylight, and the scent of turpentine was masked by a thick, musky odor. Standing around the easels were five men, all of them far older, rough-featured, and unkempt, looking entirely out of place in a high school setting. "Ah, our model has arrived," the eldest one murmured, his voice a low, raspy drawl that immediately made the hair on Nagatoro’s arms stand up. Nagatoro blinked, her usual smug grin faltering. "Model? Wait, I signed up to take the class, not to be looked at." She stepped back toward the heavy wooden door. "I think there’s been a mistake. I’m leaving." "Now, now, don't be hasty," another instructor said, moving with surprising speed to block her path. His face was weathered and harsh, but his voice carried a smooth, persuasive cadence. "The best way to understand art is to become the art. True mastery requires vulnerability. You signed the registry, didn't you? A real artist doesn't run away from the medium." Nagatoro hesitated, her fingers twitching against her school bag. The situation felt wrong, dark, and entirely outside her comfort zone, yet beneath the initial spark of panic, a strange, illicit thrill began to hum in her chest. She was used to being the provocateur, the one who dictated the boundaries of discomfort. To find herself suddenly cornered by men who completely disregarded her status was uniquely intoxicating. "Fine," she scoffed, recovering her sharp, feline expression. She crossed her arms, trying to mask the slight trembling of her knees. "But if your drawings look like garbage, I’m out of here." She stepped onto the raised wooden platform in the center of the room. The men took their places behind the easels, their eyes locked onto her with a intensity that felt almost physical. For the first hour, the only sound was the scratching of charcoal against paper. But as the temperature in the room rose, the atmosphere shifted from academic to predatory. The lead instructor laid down his charcoal, his eyes narrowing as he unbuckled his belt. Slowly, he pulled his penis from his pants, the stark, vulgar reality of the gesture cutting through the silence of the room. Following his lead, the other four men did the same, exposing themselves to the teenager standing on the stage. Nagatoro’s eyes widened, but instead of screaming, her defense mechanism kicked in. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh, her classic "noodly" arms flailing as she pointed at them. "Gross! What is wrong with you old guys? You look completely pathetic! Is this what you call 'art'?" She turned to grab her clothes, determined to push past them. "This is way too creepy, even for me. I’m done." Before she could step off the platform, a pair of thick, calloused hands gripped her shoulders. The largest of the men, smelling of stale sweat and tobacco, held her firmly in place. Nagatoro twisted, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her struggles only seemed to fuel their resolve. "You're not going anywhere, little girl," the man whispered, his rough fingers slipping beneath her top to cup her breasts, squeezing with an unrefined force that made her gasp. Another hand reached down, sliding between her thighs to press directly against her panties, finding the sudden, betraying moisture that had gathered there despite her mockery. "Look at you," the lead instructor whispered, leaning close enough for her to feel his hot breath. "You're terrified, but you're already wet. You want this. You want to see what real men can do to a loud little brat like you." They kept touching her, their hands mapping her body with a coarse, relentless persistence, completely ignoring her insults until the insults died in her throat. The physical contact, combined with the sheer ugliness and dominance of the men, broke through her final defenses. The fear inverted into a desperate, overwhelming craving. She stopped fighting, her eyes growing glazed as she nodded, entirely convinced. The class dissolved into a chaotic, rhythmic frenzy. The five men moved onto the platform, stripping her completely and using her body as their communal canvas. Nagatoro was forced onto all fours, her hands gripping the edges of the wooden stage as they took turns from every angle, filling her with their collective heat. The rhythm was brutal and unyielding, a complete gangbang that left her trembling.'
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Art Room Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Long-distance relationship in a nutshell' with user description 'Nagatoro Talking on webcam with her out of country boyfriend ❤️'

Long-distance relationship in a nutshell

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs money 9' with user description 'After escaping the craziness of the military, Cyndel just wanted to get back to work doing simple work. She heard the local bakery was hiring. Knowing the communities love for donuts, she said, "Why not?" One day a customer came in with a very specific request: "One glazed donut please." "Sure," she said. "What's the name and is that for takeout?" "Name's Terror2," he said "And it's actually a delivery for you." "Oh," she said. "Well, this is what happens when I let Octavian hold contests." She pulled down her panties, bent over and let Terror2 do the rest. Afterwards, she looked at Terror2 and smiled. "Yeah, you're paying for all that bread you glazed."'
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Cyndel Vale needs money 9

octavian
AI art "Aerial paizuri"
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Aerial paizuri

zuzul
AI art 'Women in Uniform' with user description '🫡'
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Women in Uniform

usagi77
AI art 'Steins;Gate' with user description 'Part I: The Observer Effect ​The Organization’s trap was subtle: a single bed in a cramped Akihabara hotel. I, Hououin Kyouma, was relegated to the floor, my lab coat a meager shield against the cold. Sleep was impossible; every time I drifted off, Kurisu’s chaotic sleeping posture snapped me back. Her heels struck my jaw, and her shins found my ribs with a precision that felt like a localized spatial distortion. ​Finally, a heavy strike to my nose sent stars dancing across my vision. I stood up, fuming, ready to lecture the "Assistant" on basic human boundaries. But the moonlight caught her in a way that silenced my pride. She was flushed, her breathing a series of ragged, desperate hitches. Her hand was buried deep in her shorts, moving with a frantic urgency. The genius girl was lost in a dream of her own making, her hips rocking against her own palm in a raw display of honesty. ​The sight hit me like a physical blow. My blood turned to molten lead, rushing south with a pressure that threatened to burst my very veins. If she could be this uninhibited, this real in the dead of night, then I would match her intensity. I fumbled with my belt, freeing my member—a monstrously large, pulsing monolith that stood dark and heavy in the pale light. I began to stroke myself, my eyes locked on her trembling form. ​Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. The silence was absolute. She stared directly at me—and then at the sheer, impossible scale of what I was holding. ​"OKABE! YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE, DEGENERATE, SEAMY PERVERT!" she shrieked, her face turning a color that defied the laws of optics. "What is that?! Why is it so huge?! Were you actually standing there, watching me, with... with that thing out?! I knew it! You’re a stain on the scientific community!" ​I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning. "Assistant! I can explain! It’s a biological response to your physical assault!" But she didn't look away. Her anger was masking a dark, rising curiosity. The experiment took an irreversible turn. ​Part II: The Subjective Reality ​I was frozen as Kurisu reached out. Her fingers wrapped around the velvet-soft heat of me. "How is this possible?" she breathed. Before I could answer, she leaned in, her red hair cascading over my thighs. She plunged her head down, gagging as she fought to master the intrusion. I watched, my jaw tight, as she swallowed the entire length, her throat working against the sheer bulk of me until I hit the very back. ​When she pulled back, gasping, she stripped and straddled me. She pressed her small, pale foot against my length to measure; I was visibly longer than her foot. She teased me with her soles, driving my arousal into a fever pitch, before she guided my tip to her entrance and sank down. ​The fullness was absolute. As she pushed down with a surreal energy, I looked down at her lower abdomen—my eyes widened as I saw the distinct protrusion of my own shape through her skin. It was a sight of total, beautiful corruption. The friction was too much; I surged, flooding her with a hot, heavy release. ​"Again," she pleaded, her voice a ragged rasp. "I want to be filled... everywhere." ​I watched her turn, offering her smaller, tighter port. When I entered her anus, it was a searing, pressurized conquest. I filled her until she felt like she would burst, her body molding to my staggering girth. Finally, she moved back to my face. ​She took me into her throat one last time, welcoming the suffocation. I pushed deep, my hand wrapping around her neck to feel the vibration of her breath. I could feel the head of my penis deep in her gullet, a sensation of ultimate depth and power. I fired a final, violent torrent so powerful it overflowed, spilling from her mouth and nose in a white, messy eclipse of her dignity. ​Part III: The Resultant (Makise Kurisu’s Perspective) ​My brain was offline. The logical, cynical Makise Kurisu had been replaced by something raw and starving. Taking him behind... it felt like being split open from the inside out. It was a tight, searing fullness that made my vision spark. When he released inside me there, it felt like a heavy, internal brand—a mark of ownership that went deeper than skin. ​But the throat... that was the final test. When I took him in that last time, I felt his hand on my neck, grounding me as he pushed deep. I felt the stretch, the suffocating, wonderful pressure of him filling my windpipe. I didn't care about the air. I only cared about the moment he broke. ​The taste, the heat, the sheer volume of him hitting the back of my throat was overwhelming. I felt it rising, overflowing, a literal flood that I couldn't contain. It felt like I was being drowned in him, and I loved every terrifying second of it. ​Now, I can’t move. My limbs feel like lead, and my skin is humming with a dull, blissful ache. I’m covered in the evidence of our madness, too weak to even reach for a towel. I look at Okabe—my "Mad Scientist"—and I feel a terrifyingly deep satisfaction.'
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Steins;Gate

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Is Perfect ❤️' with user description '### The Confrontation The door to Black’s makeshift studio didn’t just open; it practically flew off its hinges, slamming against the drywall with a hollow thud that vibrated through the floorboards. There she stood. Hayase Nagatoro. Her usual playful, teasing smirk was entirely gone, replaced by a scowl so sharp it could cut glass. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, her shoulders tense, and her eyes glared with an absolute, unadulterated fury. She didn't offer a greeting. She just marched straight up to Black’s desk, her sneakers squeaking aggressively against the linoleum. "Black," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Man, I am so tired of the things you do to me." Black didn't even look up from his monitor at first. He just clicked a few times on his mouse, casually spinning around in his ergonomic chair with a lazy, unbothered expression. "Oh, look who decided to grace me with her presence. What's wrong, Nagatoro? Aren't the metrics looking good today?" "Shut up!" she snapped, slamming both hands down on his desk, leaning in so close he could see the sheer rage in her eyes. "Listen to me! You made me use every single part of my body just to get followers for you! Every single piece of content, every single prompt, every single absurd scenario! Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through because of your twisted little content farm?!" Black raised an eyebrow, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Hey, it's a tough market out there. Algorithmic engagement requires sacrifices. You're a star, kid. Stars gotta shine." "Shine?! Are you out of your mind?!" Nagatoro’s voice cracked with indignation. "My grandparents have all been dead for more than ten years, Black! All of them! Dead and buried! But you made me do *that* with the new husband of one of my grandmothers! Explain that logic to me! How does that even make sense?! It’s sick!" Black let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Hey, the audience loves a good taboo storyline. It's all about the drama, the shock value. Creative liberty, you know?" "Creative liberty?! You think this is a joke?!" Nagatoro’s face flushed a deep, angry crimson. She stomped her foot, her voice rising to a near-shriek as the memories of her recent assignments flashed through her mind. "You trapped me in a public restroom for a whole week! A whole week, Black! The smell, the dirt, the utter humiliation! For what?! A bunch of likes and retweets?!" "Hey, the 'trapped' trope is a goldmine for engagement," Black said, completely dismissive, a smug grin spreading across his face. "People love the suspense. Will she get out? Won't she? It builds tension." "And what about the last one, huh?!" Nagatoro roared, her hands trembling with rage. "I even did it with orcs! ORCS, Black! And orcs don't even exist in my universe! None! My world is a mundane, ordinary high school rom-com! Where the hell did you even find fantasy creatures?!" At the mention of the orcs, Black couldn't hold it in anymore. A loud, booming laugh erupted from his chest. He threw his head back, slapping his knee as he envisioned the sheer absurdity of the render. "Oh, come on!" Black laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. "The orc crossover was a masterpiece! A stroke of pure genius! You gotta admit, the contrast was hilarious!" "It wasn't hilarious!" Nagatoro screamed, completely mortified, her defensive walls crumbling into pure frustration. "Their disgusting thing was twice as big as me, and yet everything still fit inside me! It was mechanically impossible! It defied the laws of physics, anatomy, and common decency! I felt like I was being torn apart by a fantasy raid boss, and you were just sitting here laughing and counting your digital coins!" Black’s laughter slowly subsided into an amused chuckle, though he still looked incredibly entertained. "Look, look, I admit, that one was a bit extreme. But hey, it performed exceptionally well. The rendering quality on the green skin was top-tier." "I don't care about the rendering quality!" Nagatoro shouted, taking a deep breath to steady her shaking voice. She straightened up, glaring down at him with an ultimatum that carried the full weight of her exhaustion. "Anyway... now, I'm the one making the rules. Here is what's going to happen." Black blinked, his smile fading slightly. "Oh? An ultimatum? Let's hear it." "Now I want a set of 30 vanilla photos with me and Naoto," she demanded, her voice dropping into a firm, non-negotiable tone. "Just me and Senpai. No monsters, no public restrooms, no fake step-grandfathers. I want it to be a very loving atmosphere. And I want you to use close-ups very well to show how happy I am to be doing this. Or else you forget about me and i will never model for you anymore. ​"Yeah it's not like you have a choice in this... buuut We have a deal," Black nodded, leaning forward and opening a blank project file on his screen. "Thirty photos. You and Naoto. Pure vanilla. Lots of close-ups on your smile. ❤️'
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Nagatoro Is Perfect ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Compromising Positions' with user description 'Sometimes, you just can’t wait.'
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Compromising Positions

usagi77
AI art 'Ubel ❤️'
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Ubel ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 2.'
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"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 2.

crow-7w7
AI art "Red ligh"
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Red ligh

zuzul
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