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Waiting in the Wings by S.L. Danielson & Cheryl Headford: Exclusive Excerpt!

Posted on June 5, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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by S.L. Danielson & Cheryl Headford

Gently pushing Vince out of the way, Asher walked over to the computer and sat down.

Erik’s face appeared on the screen. “Morning, sleepyheads. How are you guys?”

“Oh, we’re great, just grand. Have a good night last night? Good gig? Nothing missing, was there?” Asher’s voice was so cold it could have frozen a path to hell.

“Something missing?” Erik paused for a second before he caught on to the reference. “You mean the wristband? Hon, I’ve no idea where it went. We looked all over and still couldn’t find it. Only thing we can figure is that it got lost in the moving process. I promise I’ll make sure it’s found, it means a lot to me, just like you do.” He looked softly at the screen. “I miss you, baby. Daisy misses you, too. Hey Vince. Keeping my man company?”

Vince could only nod at first. “Yeah. Trying to.”

“You guys don’t look so good. Is it too early over there or did you have a late night?” Erik sounded concerned.

“Yeah,” Asher said softly, “I think I know just how much the wristband means to you, and believe me, I have plenty of evidence of exactly how much I mean to you.” His voice shook, and he kept his head down. 

Erik sat forward in his seat. “Evidence? What’re you talking about?” He froze. “Asher…please tell me what you’re—”

“Who is he? How long have you been—” Asher stopped, his voice sounding choked with tears. “How long did it take you to replace me?”

“Replace you? No one can replace you!” Erik shot back. “Who the fuck are you talking about? Show me this evidence you have!” His soft look vanished and now his eyes glared back at the monitor. Motion behind him disturbed the picture, but as it resolved, Billy joined the scene.

“Dude…what the fuck? Hey, Vince!”

Vince felt like his heart might burst. He brushed tears off his face quickly. “Billy.”

Billy and Erik glanced at each other. “What’s going on over there?”

“What’s going on? You can ask that? It doesn’t matter what evidence we have. You know what happened. You cheated on us. Both of you! How could you? How the fuck could you? You’re a big ass singer now, let loose in the big city with the world at your feet. No doubt people are throwing themselves at you, but I never thought for a moment…” Asher wiped his eyes and laughed bitterly. “No, actually, I did think. I did know. I let myself believe you were different, that you were honest and truthful and strong, and I let myself believe you loved me. Trust me that’s not a mistake I’m ever going to make again.”

“Asher…” Erik paused. “I admit it,” he finally said quietly. “I was drunk, and so was he. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. We all went to a club together and…it doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “The point is it happened, and I let it happen, even though I ended it. It never went any further than that, but it was enough to break my pledge to you.” He turned away from the camera, and Billy took over.

“Vince? It wasn’t planned. I’ll tell you that with all my heart. Like Erik said, we were drunk, and I was in a horrid mood, and…” He stopped, realizing how weak he sounded. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter at all, does it?” He reached up to the screen as if he could touch his boyfriend through it. “I’m so, so sorry, Vince. I hate myself for what I did.”

“Oh really? You hate yourself for kissing the man who’s been after you forever?” Vince flipped over the photo and stared at Billy and Connor kissing. “I knew I recognized him. I don’t remember his name, but he was there that night at the party. He’s wanted you for so long. Well, fine! Let him have you! You just ended us!” Fresh tears streamed down his face as he sat on the sofa’s edge.

“Wait!” Billy yelled as he looked at Erik. “Fuck! What the fuck did we do?”

“What did you do?” Asher asked quietly. “I’ll tell you what you did, both of you. You screwed up our lives…both of us.” He half turned and hooked Vince with one arm, pulling him into a hug. Vince rested his head on Asher’s shoulder and hid in his hair, sobbing, unable to look at the screen. “Take a good look, Billy. This is what you did. Proud of yourself? And as for you…  If you think I’m going to crumble and fall apart, think again. You’d better not come back here, because if I see your face again, I’m going to pound it into mincemeat.” Reaching up, Asher ripped the necklace from his neck, threw it at the screen, then disconnected the call.

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Release Blitz: Out, Proud, and Prejudiced by Megan Reddaway + Giveaway!

Posted on June 4, 2018 by thebloggergirls

Out, Proud, and Prejudiced by Megan Reddaway

One’s proud, one’s prejudiced, and they can’t stand each other.

Quick-tempered Bennet Rourke dislikes Darius Lanniker on sight. Darius may be a hotshot city lawyer, but that doesn’t give him the right to sneer at Bennet, his friends, and their college. It doesn’t help that Bennet’s restaurant job has him waiting at Darius’s table. So when his tutor recommends him for an internship at Darius’s Pemberley estate, Bennet isn’t sure he wants it. He’s also not sure he can afford to turn it down.

Darius is a fish out of water in the small college town of Meriton, but something keeps pulling him back there. He’s helping out a friend with business advice, nothing more. If he’s interested in Bennet, it’s not serious. Sure, Bennet challenges him in a way no other man has. But they have nothing in common. Right?

Wrong. Their best friends are falling in love, and Bennet and Darius can’t seem to escape each other. Soon they’re sharing climbing ropes and birthday cake, and there’s a spark between them that won’t be denied. But betrayal is around the corner. Darius must swallow his pride and Bennet must drop his prejudices to see the rainbow shining through the storm clouds.

A modern retelling of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

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Three-Man Advantage by Ariel Bishop: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on June 3, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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by Ariel Bishop

David is losing his mind. 

He’s used to Sasha and Bo being around. They’re on the same team. For the length of the hockey season, the Wendigos spend eight or more hours a day in each other’s company. And that doesn’t even take into account the way David needs to work with his A’s. He spends more time with Sasha and Bo than some people spend with their spouses.

But now it seems like they’re always around. Or maybe it’s a heightened awareness now that he knows for sure that they’re together. Either way, they feel inescapable. On the ice, in the locker room, on the plane. At meals. 

And they’re always touching him. Nothing out of the ordinary for a hockey team, really. Nothing that anyone else would notice or comment on. But somehow every brush of Sasha’s fingers over the back of his neck, every time Bo slings an arm around his shoulders, every look  he catches from either of them, feels loaded with secret significance. 

He can’t remember jerking off this much in his life.

He makes an effort to be the last one in the showers, circling the locker room to talk to Xander about his shoulder, see how Harty’s knee is holding up. But somehow, no matter how long he lingers, either Bo or Sasha—or both—is always in the showers when he makes his way in. 

He almost never has the kind of privacy for even a quick, furtive jerk, always has to mentally tally up the number of wins they need to clinch a playoff spot in order to keep his idiot cock under control.

He makes it through the next few days on sheer willpower, sneaking into bathrooms for a few minutes alone when he can’t deal with the tension anymore. The only time he feels safe enough to really let himself go is at night, when he’s alone in his bed. He’s given up on pretending that he’s not going to do this. 

Honestly, who does it hurt? Not Bo and Sasha, stupidly happy together and probably fucking each other at this very moment. If it hurts anyone, it’s David, but he can’t help but get wrapped up in the mental picture, the fantasy. Imagining what might have happened if their dinner and a movie the other night had gone just a bit differently…

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Honorary Blogger MxKnowitall: A Day in the Life of Mo Written by Gatsby + Excerpt

Posted on June 2, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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A Day in the Life of Mo

Written by Gatsby

At nine-thirty in the morning, I, the Great Gatsby with my flowing black mane and pearly white fangs, get tired of waiting for Morven to get up, so I pounce on their chest.  If this doesn’t work the first time, then I do it multiple times from different heights.  My current record is jumping from the top of the curtains onto my sleeping, unsuspecting owner.

Then, I get breakfast.  And that’s the highlight of my day; well, that and dinner, of course.

Buddha, the other cat in the house, usually refuses to eat the wet-food breakfast that Morven gives us, so Morven puts it back up on the counter.  I ask repeatedly for it, but alas, Morven has other things to do.

I tear up the house for bit, until I ‘accidentally’ pounce on Morven while they’re working on their artwork (something ‘important’ called Themensha) in the living room.  In my defense, I feel like I have to check on them because they just sit there for hours working on their tablet.  My methods may be impractical, but it makes sure that Morven is still alive.  What would I do without Morven to feed me?

At two in the afternoon – I told you they sit there forEVER – they get up and make themself some food.  I can’t believe that Morven waits that long to eat, but I guess that just means more food for me.  They make something on the stove, usually rice and greens; things that I don’t like in the least.  At most, I’ll lick the greens once soaked in soy sauce, but it’s really not my thing. But, when they eat their lunch, I get the rest of Buddha’s breakfast.  I guess lunch is a highlight, too.

From then on, Morven stays in office nook.  It’s supposed to be a breakfast nook, but it has a desk and printer and all of the bills and papers that I’m not supposed to shred.  Sometimes I do anyway, just to spice things up.  Morven peruses Facebook, watches videos of other cats – TRAITOR, and tries to keep the outside world up-to-date on what’s happening in our home.  Most of the updates are pictures of me and pictures of their projects.

Sometimes, Morven opens the front door while they sit in the office nook.  That means I get to explore outside; well, I explore the porch mostly.  The outside is kinda scary.  That’s probably why my owner stays home so much. Sometimes, Morven comes out on the porch with their tablet to do their social media updates or drawing outside, but one time they got really red from being in the sun, so they don’t do that much anymore.

Other times, I scream at Morven and claw at their legs until they pick me up into their lap or up onto the windowsill-shelf above the desk.  Then I can either sleep in the sun or watch them type or stare at birds.  It’s nice up there, lots of room for me, and Morven always tucks me back up when I’m about to roll off the side.  They’re really considerate like that.

Around five-thirty, we go inside, close the door, and start with dinner.  Morven makes more rice and vegetables or maybe some ramen noodles.  I inspect all of it; I have to make sure that they aren’t using up food that could be mine.  Honestly, though, Morven does a good job of eating only the things I don’t like, leaving all the meat for me! (And Buddha.)

After dinner, Morven gets their tablet again and settles in to live stream for the night.  They draw a lot.  I wish they drew me more, but my awesomeness is difficult to capture with merely two-dimensional media.  Sometimes we watch movies or animes, but Morven still draws when we do.

Around eleven-thirty, Morven puts the tablet down and tells me it’s almost time for bed.  Buddha’s already gone to bed; she’s older and has an earlier bedtime than I do.  Morven does exercises and stretches to help them get ready for bed.  I don’t like them; I’d rather they just go to bed.

And at midnight, we trot into the bathroom.  I hop up on the counter to supervise, while Morven brushes their teeth and washes their face.  Then, another highlight of my day, they get ten treats out of the jar.  Buddha gets her five treats first, it’s so unfair.  Buddha never checks to see if Morven is alive in the middle of the day. But, whatever, then I get mine.

Morven goes to bed.  

Then it starts all over again the next day!

Check out more about Morven’s newest project, Themensha, a graphic novel written and drawn in memory of their grandmother to bring dementia and alzheimer’s awareness to a younger audience.  You can watch them stream the process on their Twitch or support the Kickstarter.

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Cover Reveal: Overtime by V.L. Locey + Giveaway!

Posted on June 1, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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Overtime

by V.L. Locey

Sander March is one season away from the pros, or so everyone tells him.

If only Sander had as much faith in his ability as the Cougar coaching staff does. Outwardly, he’s cocksure, borderline bitter, and slightly sarcastic. All that strut and sass hides a wounded soul though. Working to hide a brutal past filled with humiliation, abuse, and a family member who still haunts him, Sander has never found the kind of comfort and understanding he so desperately needs. Until he meets Mateo Castillo, a minor league baseball player for the nearby Elmira Egrets. Mateo and Sander click instantly, and a budding friendship develops between the two athletes.

Mateo then introduces Sander to his boyfriend, Noah Coombs, an aspiring manga comic creator. The three men find themselves bonding strongly, and that slowly gives way to sexual attraction. Eventually, Mateo and Noah invite Sander into their relationship. The path to happiness isn’t going to be easy for Sander as he faces criticism from his friends, teammates, and the press for his choices. The brash young star can handle all that, it’s when his abuser shows up in Cayuga that Sander fears not only for his own safety, but for the lives of the two men he has grown to love. Will Sander’s past tear him away from Mateo and Noah, or will he be able to leave the darkness behind?

Warning – This story has disturbing subject matter.

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Just A Year by Jena Wade: Exclusive Excerpt

Posted on May 29, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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by Jena Wade

“I want—” He started, then broke off. He moved away from me on the bed until we weren’t touching anymore. I missed him immediately. Felt empty without him close to me. “I wish you had talked with me about the job. I understand how important it is, but I didn’t realize we were going to be so far apart again.”

Damn it. “I know. I’m sorry. I had to make a decision and the company in Pittsburgh will look better on my resume. It’s only a four-hour drive. That’s nothing compared to the seven hours it takes to get here from home.” As if that helped.

Maddox sighed, his face reflecting a sadness I felt down to my core. “It’s only a year.” I took a deep breath. “You could always come there with me you know.”

His gaze shot to my face, and he narrowed his eyes. “No. I can’t. I like Milton. It’s my home. And, honestly, I don’t think your dad can run the store without me anymore.”

I startled at that. “What?”

“I’ve been taking over more and more of the responsibilities lately, and he’s been slowing down quite a bit. I think he might want to retire soon. We’ve talked about me buying into the store as a partner.”

Now my mind spun out of control, the conversation turn giving me whiplash. “He can’t retire. He—You—. Do you even want to own the store? I mean, you don’t seem like—” I stopped myself. If there was one thing I’d learned from Maddox in the past year, it’s that you don’t judge a book by its cover.

He shrugged. “Maybe. I like the hardware. I like helping people and being a part of the community. I’m good at the bookwork.”

I yawned. The day’s events finally catching up with me. I tried to stifle the yawn, so Maddox didn’t see. I failed. We needed to discuss this, but I wasn’t even sure how to begin. The information about my dad threw me for a loop, and I hadn’t quite landed yet.

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Murder in New York by C.J. Baty: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on May 27, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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by C.J. Baty

Thirty more minutes passed, and Stiles was ready to jump out of his skin. His hand was on the door knob and just as he twisted it, the club door opened. Michael appeared and there was no one with him. He stepped to the curb and looked up and down the street. As soon as he spotted the taxi, he waved for it. Stiles slumped down in the back seat and Martin turned the vehicle around and stopped in front of Michael. The street was deserted at this time of morning. He opened the door and slid into the back seat.

“Oh,” Michael said as he sat on Stiles shoulder where he was lying in the seat.

“What on earth?”

“Sorry,” Stiles answered as he sat up. Martin had pulled away from the curb and given him the all clear to do so.

“We just didn’t want anyone to see me already in here when you got in.” Stiles said reaching for Michael’s hand, not caring whether Martin saw them or not. Michael tried to pull his hand away, but Stiles wouldn’t let him.

He whispered, “I was getting worried.”

Through the dirty windows of the taxi enough light shown through for Stiles to see Michael’s face. His hand was ice cold and he was perspiring. He laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes.

“How did it go?” Martin called from the front seat.

“Give him a moment Martin, he doesn’t look good,” Stiles said as he stroked Michael’s fingers to warm them.

“I’ve never seen anything like it in my life,” Michael uttered as he sat up straight in his seat.

“They. . . he. . . didn’t hurt you. . .” Stiles couldn’t finish the sentence.

“No, I didn’t participate in anything,” Michael said with a small smile on his lips. “He just wanted to show me around. Have me witness some of the things going on and discuss them with him. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but I played along and told him what I thought he wanted to hear.”

“Who are you talking about?” Martin asked. “Gershon?”

“Yes of course,” Michael answered bewildered by Martin’s question. “Who else would it be?”

“We never saw him enter the building,” Stiles said releasing Michael’s hand. They had pulled up in front of the Pinkerton building and would be getting out.

“Let’s go in,” Stiles said. “I could use a drink.”

“Agreed.” Martin replied.

“He kept you waiting how long?” Martin asked as he poured them each another drink. Stiles noted this was his third and possibly Michael’s fourth.

“It was well over an hour,” Michael answered as he sipped his drink. “Another man, Justin, entertained me and brought me drinks while I waited in this tiny sitting room. I could hear voices coming from all directions in the building. Above me. Below me. Some were very muffled, and I came to realize later on, that was because the men in some of the rooms were gagged. They could do little more than moan, no matter their level of pain or pleasure.”

Martin shuddered as he asked, “You actually saw men being whipped?”

“Oh yes. I’ve been to a lot of places and seen a lot of things in my life but nothing like this. There was a large man, as large as Gershon, with huge shoulders and long legs dressed only in his britches and boots. He had dark hair that curled around his neck and even more dark hair covered his back. Gershon, said it was a flogger. A long stick with leather strips on it tied in knots at the ends. The other man was flinging it repeatedly on a young man’s back and buttocks. It left red welts where ever it touched the man. He wasn’t gagged. He screamed each time the strips cut into his flesh.”

“Did you see Gershon doing any of these things?” Stiles asked.

“No. He was completely dressed as was I. He never said a word about me partaking of any of the things we observed. At one point, I ask him why he invited me to the club.”

“Did he give you an answer?” Stiles had a feeling he already knew what the answer was, but he had to ask.

Michael hesitated and held his glass out to Martin. After Martin poured the drink, he took a gulp before he answered Stiles.

“He said he wanted to be sure that you understood what his partners have participated in.” Michael’s eyes were huge, pupils dilated. He was afraid.

“What the hell?” Martin shouted. “He wants Stiles to do these things.”

“No,” Stiles answered, then finished his own drink. His hands were shaking when he sat the glass down on Martin’s desk. “He wanted me to know that he had participated in this before.”

Stiles looked back and forth between Martin and Michael before he spoke again. “He knows we are on to him and we don’t have one bit of evidence.”

“You aren’t going back there,” Stiles stated as he wrapped his arms around Michael.

They’d left Martin’s office at nearly four in the morning and returned to Michael’s small apartment. Only taking time to undress, they fell into bed. Stiles was exhausted, and he knew Michael was as well. He was determined that they get some sleep and refused to discuss the evenings events again.

“Don’t you think. . .” Michael started but Stiles stopped him.

“No,” Stiles rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling. “Please do this for me.”

Michael ran his fingers up and down Stile’s chest. Touching him gently and never going very far away. Stiles felt the same way. He needed Michael close.

“Then you can’t go either,” Michael insisted.

“He knows he can get to me through you. He won’t ask me to visit the club.” Stiles stilled Michael’s fingers with his hand.

“This is too dangerous. I don’t want you involved anymore.”

“Why?” Michael’s voiced quivered.

“Because.”

“Why?” Michael asked again.

“I don’t want to argue with you. It’s late, well early but both of us need to sleep. Just let it go Michael,” Stiles raised up on his elbow and bent over to kiss Michael.

“I can say it, you know?” Michael’s eyes twinkled as he spoke. “I love you Stiles. Why are you so afraid to say it?”

Stiles kissed Michael and twisted in the bed until he had Michael wrapped in his arms facing away from him. He heard the deep sad sigh that Michael released before he relaxed in Stiles embrace. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say the words aloud, but in his mind, they played over and over until he finally fell asleep.

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Coming Together by S.L. Danielson: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

Posted on May 25, 2018 by thebloggergirls

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by S.L. Danielson

The morning ending the way it did had Sam’s mind reeling. The call from Amber nearly demanding that they meet up was less than nice. He knew his best friend had a temper, but that was no reason to just bitch at him!

He’d fulfilled his promise to Brett and after hanging up with Amber and agreeing on a time, he took Brett back to bed and finished what they’d started, but only after turning off the phone. Hell no, he wasn’t gonna be interrupted again like he had been earlier. It was all too risky.

Chad had texted of course, and when Sam said goodbye to Brett for the morning, he checked it at last. It was info on a meet ‘n’ greet at some ice convention that would be happening tomorrow.

Sam groaned. “Shit.” He didn’t like being dragged all over town and shaking lord knows how many hands. He loved the money and he certainly liked some of the fame, but this was getting ridiculous; even for him.

But of course, he had to admit, he liked a lot of it too. Winning the gold medal had been a life’s work come to fruition and his parents had never been happier with him; or he with himself. But the immediacy of the fame it brought on was overwhelming. Dammit, he hated doing this to Brett, but things were going right, at least as far as bringing in money for them to get their own place. Plus, he would pay his parents back for all the years of training and scraping by in order for him to do this. He owed them most of all.

He didn’t expect his friends to understand it; from what he’d heard, most famous athletes took the money and ran with it, building massive houses and buying fancy cars, and their lovers were usually right there by their side; but it wasn’t working out that way so far.

Brett and Amber just seemed to be pissed at him all the time, well almost all of it. At least for the few sweet hours he slept in his boyfriend’s arms, things were blissful and quiet and happy. 

“Dammit, why did I pick up the fucking phone?” Sam chastised himself as he got in his car and drove home. He had to get ready for this latest event; even though it was tomorrow. Chad wanted to take him on a tour first. Of course he did. Chad always wanted to take him places. He was his new best friend, right?

He should’ve known immediately that he wasn’t; Amber was. But the way he felt right now, she was close to being punted from that position.

As soon as he shut the car door and started walking towards his front door, Sam turned and saw Amber pulling up in the driveway, a very angry look in her eyes.

“Oh, shit.” Sam pushed his way inside, not waiting for his friend. He wanted to lock the door; but he knew she wouldn’t go away. So, he waited.

“Samuru. You are home early,” his mother commented.

“Yes, mama.” He barely turned his head to acknowledge her; keeping his focus on restraining Amber. “I have company here; Amber.” That’s all he wanted to tell them. No need to go into details. They were strictly on a need to know basis at this point.

He waited for Amber to come up to the door and she fairly snarled at him.

“You little…” she stopped when she saw his parents sitting there. “Good day to you, Mr. and Mrs. Ogawa.”

“Amber. Come inside. It has been a long time.”

Crap, no! Don’t let her stay. Not now, Sam moaned on the inside. He grabbed his friend’s hand and tugged her towards his room. “We have things to discuss, mama. We’ll be out later.” He made his best ‘it’s all good, mom’ face and hustled them down the hallway to his room and shut the door. He saw there was a piece of mail on his desk; he opened it but didn’t read it. He never had much of a chance with Amber hot on his heels.

“How dare you!” she started, her small but stinging hands poised and ready to strike him. “You’ve become a complete nightmare, you know that? I have half a mind to tell Brett that he’s better off staying away from you until you come back down to earth!”

Sam panicked and knew he was in deep, but he still believed deep in his soul that he could fix things if he just tried hard enough. He flopped down on the bed and tried to keep calm.

“Dammit, Amber….” He struggled for words. Tears came easier than anger for him; but at the moment the two were in too much of a blood feud for either to appear with much desire. He moaned and watched his friend sit beside him.

“I know, I know. Sammy, you’re killin’ me and Brett. You’re being the biggest brat on the planet and all I want to do lately is just shake you to death! What has this Chad bastard been filling your head with?” She leaned over him and looked like she’d slap him at any second.

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