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From: Cyrus Alvarez
Subject: 40 Days40 Days
by Cyrus B. Alvarez
I walked away from hell today and decided to go to heaven.Well… not exactly. Actually, I walked away from my parents and decided
to be a hermit in Mount Banahaw. Since they say that it was a sacred
mountain and all, I figured Preteen Sex Rompl
it’s the farthest place from hell. So, I
packed Preteen Sex Rompl up my stuffs and left the hell that I’d been living in for 19
years to go someplace sacred.I rode a bus from Cubao to this town in Quezon Province called Tiaong.
Then, from there, I got on a jeepney going to a small town called Dolores
on the foot of the mountain. The locals pointed me the way to Kinabuhayan
and Sta. Lucia, the places where most pilgrims and tourists go during the
Holy Week. There were jeepneys that go to these places, but I decided to
take a walk… a long, long walk.A couple of hours later, I was sweating profusely, my mouth was dry as
the desert, and my face was burning like hell. I had a feeling that the
sun was trying to kill me before I could reach sacred grounds.My head felt heavier and heavier; and my knees started shaking. The
ground seemed to rotate right in front of me… I fell on the ground, my
vision blurred until there was nothing.When I opened my eyes, I saw leaves rustling in the winds. I was under a
huge tree in a small clearing on the side of the road. My head was
pounding like hell, and my whole body was sore. There was a slick, red
convertible about two meters away from me, and there was a young guy
standing beside it, looking down on me.”Ooooh!” I groaned while I was trying to get up.”Hey, you’re awake!” the guy said. He helped me get up and he guided me
to his car.”How did I get here?” I asked.”I saw you lying on the road,” he replied. “I figured you must have
fainted because of the heat, so I carried you here under the shade.”Here, have some water.” He handed me a cold bottle of mineral water.”Thanks,” I said, taking the bottle form him. I gobbled down the water
like I haven’t drunk for a year; well, it felt like it.”Want some more?” he asked smiling after I drained the bottle.”Yes, please,” I said shyly. He opened the cooler on the backseat of his
car and got another bottle of cold water. I drank it up a little slower
this time.”Are you going up the mountain, too?” I asked in between gulps.”I was supposed to meet some people in Sta. Lucia. We were supposed to go
on a 3-day hike up and around the mountain,” he said.”So, what happened?”"I saw you lying on the road,” he chuckled.”They left you?” I said, feeling guilty as hell. “I’m so sorry…”"That’s okay. I was running late Preteen Sex Rompl anyway.”"How long was I unconscious?” I said after a while.”About two hours since I saw you. I don’t know how long you were out
before that.”"Hey, thanks a lot for saving my ass, man,” I said sincerely.”No problem,” he smiled again.”If there’s anything I can do…” I offered.”Well. I was supposed to go camping, and I have my gears packed in the
trunk…and it’s gonna be dark soon…so, if you’re interested, maybe
you’d like to keep me company for three days. We’ll camp out at
Kinabuhayan. So, what do you say?”"You’re on!” I smiled. What a stroke of luck!
We drove to Kinabuhayan after a few minutes. We found a great spot right
beside the creek, and we set up his tent thre.”Hey man, you haven’t told me your name yet,” he said while we were
eating the canned beans that he brought.”Oh yeah…My name’s Nathan,” I said. “And you are…?”"Colby. Nice to meet you, Nathan,” he smiled and extended his hand.”Same here,” I smiled back and took his hand.
Day 2We spend the whole day exploring the sights in Kinabuhayan. We also swam
in the deeper Preteen Sex Rompl part of the creek, near the caves. By nightfall, we made a
bonfire near the tent and cooked another set of canned beans for dinner.We sat near the fire after dinner because it was getting a little chilly.
Colby didn’t seem to run out of things to say. I just sat there listening
to him, observing him.”What’s wrong with you, Nate?” he asked me when he noticed that I wasn’t
talking much. “You seem awfully quiet tonight.”"Something just occurred to me…” Preteen Sex Rompl I said looking at him intently.
“You’re gay, aren’t you?”He looked down and chuckled. “How did you know?” He looked back at me.
“Is it that obvious?”"Not really,” I replied. “But I knew a lot of gays back home, and you
have the same look in your eyes.”"Oh,” he said. “Uh, do you feel uncomfortable now sleeping in the same
tent with me? I mean, I’m not gonna try anything stupid, if that’s what
you’re thinking.”"Nah, it’s okay; I’m not uncomfortable,” I said smiling. “As long as you
understand that I’m not gay and I’m not really into that,” Preteen Sex Rompl I added after
a pause.”I perfectly understand,” he said sincerely.We both fell silent; it seemed like he finally ran out of things to say.”I guess you Preteen Sex Rompl think I’m not so cool after all, huh?” he said after a
while.”Nah. I don’t judge people by their sexuality,” I told him.”Then, how do you judge people?”"I don’t,” I said with a grin, and he smiled back.
Day 3This time, we explored the sights in Sta. Lucia. We hiked up to the
Bundok ng Kalbaryo to look at the 3 crosses on top of the summit. Preteen Sex Rompl We went
back to our tent before dusk and ate still another set of canned beans
(Colby really liked them; I didn’t).It’s our last night out here,” Colby said as we were sitting near the
bonfire.”Yeah…”"So, tell me…what’s your story?” he asked me.”Huh?” I said, puzzled.”Why did you come up here?” he clarified.”Escaping from hell,” I said evasively. He just stared at me, waiting for
more.I sighed. “I’ve had it with my parents. They’ve been fighting since I can
remember. My dad has another family in Pampanga. My mom spends her time
having one affair after another. The only reason why they are Preteen Sex Rompl staying
together is that they’re afraid of what others in their society would say
if they separated. They’re just a couple of hypocrites.”"If you’re not going back there, where are you gonna go?” he asked me
after a moment, concerned.”I figured I’d just stay here…You know, explore the mountain…be a
hermit,” I laughed.”Tell you what,” he said after a while. “I’ll hire you as my assistant.
You can stay in my house and your only job is to assist me in my personal
affairs — sort of like a personal secretary, only more personal. It
won’t pay much, but at least you’ll have some place to crash and you’ll
earn at the same time.”"I don’t know…” I said skeptically.”C’mon man, take it. You have nothing to lose,” he urged.”Well…okay,” I smiled.We fell silent again.”So, what’s your story? I asked him afterwards. “Why did you come up
here?”"I was asking for a miracle,” he said.
Day 4We packed up Colby’s camping gear early in the morning, and then we drove
to his house in San Lorenzo Village in Makati.He had a huge house! I mean, our house in Cubao was big; but Colby’s
house was even bigger!”You live here alone?” I asked him while we were unloading the car.”Yeah,” he replied. “A maid comes in to clean up and get the laundry once
a week.”"And Preteen Sex Rompl your parents?”"My dad died when I was only 5. My mom joined him 4 years ago, Preteen Sex Rompl right
before my college graduation,” he said without any expression.”I’m sorry,” was all I could say.”Don’t be,” he smiled. “It’s not your fault.”
Day 5I woke up late; Colby was knocking on my door.”Yeah?” I asked him.”Take out your laundry; the maid’s here,” he said.I gathered up all my dirty clothes and gave them to the maid. Then, I
walked to the kitchen where Colby was munching on his cereals on the
breakfast table.”Here, have some,” he said, handing me the box of cereals. “I’m not going
anywhere today, so you’re free to go anywhere you want. You can borrow my
car if you want.”Thanks, but I have nowhere to go anyway.”"Don’t you have any friends you wanna meet up with?” he asked.”No.”"What — no friends or nobody you wanna meet up with?” he probed.”Both,” I answered. “What about you?”"I used to have friends.”"So, what happened?”"I woke up,” he smiled.
Day 6″Where are we going?” I asked Colby as he drove the car out of the
garage.”Makati Med,” he replied.”What’re we gonna do there?”"You’ll wait for me while I have my weekly check-up,” he chuckled.”Weekly?” I said incredulously. “What’re you, terminally ill or
something?’He looked at me and then he laughed.
“Nate, this is Dr. Carla Uy, my doctor,” he introduced me when we got
there. “Dr. Uy, this is Nathan.”I shook hands with Dr. Uy.”If I didn’t know better, I’d tell you to curb down your activities,” Dr.
Uy told Colby after examining him. “But then again, I know you won’t
listen to me anyway.”Colby laughed out loud.”This is serious, Colby,” she said seriously. “You know, you could just
drop dead in the streets.”"Well, at least I’d die happy,” Colby smiled at her.”Yeah…whatever,” she said. “It was nice meeting you, Nathan. And take
care of your friend here; maybe Preteen Sex Rompl he’d listen to you.”Colby laughed out loud again.
Day 7″What’s the matter with you, Nate?” Colby complained. “You barely said a
word to me since we got back from the hospital yesterday.”We were eating dinner (not beans this time — thank God!), and I just
sat there silently.”You’re dying, aren’t you?” I finally asked him. I looked him in the eye
and I read his answer there.”Why didn’t you tell me?”I don’t know how…” he smiled sadly.”Well, you could start by telling me what you got,” I said.He took a deep breath and said: “HIV.”"Oh,” I said, trying to hide my surprise.”Don’t worry, it can only transmitted through exchanges of body fluids,”
he tried to act nonchalant.”I know, and I’m not worried about me at all. It’s just that…well, you
look so good that I’d never guess in a million years that you’re HIV+.”"I’ll take that as a compliment,” he chuckled.”It is,” I said. “How did you get it, if you don’t mind me asking?”"Not at all,” he smiled. ” I got myself injected with a big, bad needle.”"Where” I asked curiously.”In the ass, where else?” he laughed out loud.”But why would you inject a big needled in your…ooh,” I said, finally
getting what he meant.He laughed out louder.”I was barely 18 then,” he said seriously afterwards. “I was just
beginning to explore my sexuality. I went with this guy who picked me up
in a movie house. I don’t even remember his name, or his face; and he was
the first and only guy that I ever agreed to do that with,” he laughed to
himself silently.”I guess you could say I really got screwed,” he joked with a tone of
Days 8-10We went barhopping in Makati for three straight nights (Colby called them
three gay nights). Looking at Colby dancing and drinking and having lots
of fun, the last thing one would think was that he was dying. He was so
energetic. He was just like any Preteen Sex Rompl
other guy who loves to party.The first two nights, we partied until it was almost daybreak. But on the
third night, Colby asked me to take him home at around 11; he said he
wasn’t feeling well.I panicked. I drove the car like a maniac.”You’re gonna kill me before AIDS could,” he said. He told me to relax
because he was fine and he just needed to rest.I took him to his room and I sat on his bedside watching him until he
fell asleep.
Day 11I went into Colby’s room right after I woke up to check up on him. He
didn’t look good; and he was breathing heavily. I grabbed his address
book and looked for Dr. Uy’s number.”You should’ve called me last night,” she scolded me when she got there.”I know, but he told me he was fine and that he just needed some rest,” I
said defensively.”Well, at least now you know that when he says he’s fine, he actually
means that he may die but it’s okay,” she sighed.I just watched there, worried sick, as she injected him with something.
Then she gave me some pills for Colby and told me the dosage.”I’ll come back tomorrow to check up on him. If he gets any worse, we may
have to bring him to the hospital,” she said before she left.
Days 12-16Dr. Uy came in everyday to check up on Colby. I got to know her a little
better during those daily visits. I found out that she was actually
Colby’s godmother; that explained why she was so concerned about him.Luckily, Colby slowly recovered; we didn’t have to bring him to the
hospital. But…it wasn’t without hardships; mine, to be exact. I mean,
Colby was a real pain in the ass when it came to drinking his pills. I
had to constantly fight with him before he took a pill.Well, at least it paid off, because after five days of caring for him, he
was back on his feet.
Day 17I didn’t know what I was thinking.I was in the kitchen trying to cook my specialty: Adobo. While I was
slicing the meat into cubes, I found myself staring at the knife. The
next thing I knew, I was holding up my wrist and I had the knife pushed
against it.”Can’t you think of a more creative way to commit suicide?” Colby walked
in; I was startled. “You’ve tried that before and it didn’t work.”"Huh?” I tried to look puzzled.”Don’t play dumb. I know you tried to slash your wrist before. You have
scars to prove it.”"Well, I’m sorry,” I said sarcastically. “I’m not that imaginative.”"Don’t give me that crap. You know you’re smart. I just don’t understand
why you prefer playing dumb.”"What the fuck do you know about me?” I yelled. “You know nothing.”"I know you more than you think so; just like you know me more than I
give you credit for,” he said calmly.Tears began to fall out from my eyes. I turned around, trying to hide my
tears from him. I wiped them off with my sleeves.”You know, if you’re gonna kill yourself, at least try to be original,”
he said sardonically. “At least try to exit with a bang — not
literally, of course,”"What — like, maybe, bungee-jump with Preteen Sex Rompl the cord around my neck?” I
chuckled.”That would be good,” he smiled.”Why do you wanna die, anyway?” he asked seriously after a few moments.”Because life sucks.”"My life sucks far worse than yours. I mean, I have no friends or family,
and I’m dying in the worst possible way; and when I die, the world will
forget that I ever existed, and I’ll just be another AIDS statistics.”"Didn’t you ever think of ending it all?” I asked him.”I didn’t have to,” he smiled sadly. “I’m dying, remember?”
Days 18-19Dr. Uy told Colby to stay home and rest for a couple more days. He tried
to tell me that he was fine already, but he wasn’t gonna sucker me again
into believing that.I guarded him — doctor’s orders.
Day 20″So, can I go out and have some fun now?” Colby asked Dr. Uy when I took
him to here for his weekly check-up.”Well…” she said, uncertain.”Please…I’, gonna turn into stone if you make me stay home for one more
day,” he begged.”Okay, I guess you can go out. But no strenuous activities,” she said
firmly. “And don’t forget to take your pills.”"I promise,” he held up his right hand, but I saw him crossing his
fingers on his left.
Day 21He drove me to the southern part of Quezon Province. He said he owned a
small coconut plantation there. His land was right beside the main
highway, after crossing the railroads, so the rest house was not far from
it. But his plantation stretched inlands and up on the hills.We took a rest in the afternoon until the early evening. He took me near
the railroad just before midnight.”A train passes by here at around midnight,” he said. “Wanna play
chicken?” he said mischievously.”What’s that” I asked.”Well, we stand here in the tracks as the train approaches and the first
one who jumps out is a chicken.”"I don’t know…that sounds dangerous,” I said, uncertain.”Why? Are you afraid to die?” he teased. Preteen Sex Rompl
“Are you chicken?”I don’t know if it was because he called me a chicken or if it was to
prove that I wasn’t afraid to die, but I accepted his dare.Just then, we heard the faint sound of the approaching train.Colby stood inside the tracks; I followed and stood a couple of feet in
front of him.I saw the train’s lights as it turned about a hundred yards straight
ahead of us. The light rapidly grew; the sound of the train approaching
was getting louder and louder.70 meters. My heart was beating so fast. Preteen Sex Rompl Cold sweat trickled down my
body.50 meters. The light was blinding me. I started to see my whole life
flashing before my eyes.30 meters. With a loud scream, I jumped out of the railway; I couldn’t
take it anymore.20 meters. “Goddamit, Colby!” I yelled as I scrambled to my feet. “You
win! Now get out of there!” But he didn’t budge. The light was rapidly
enfolding him. I saw a sick grin creeping across his face.10 meters. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled again. He
didn’t seem to hear me. “Shit!” I cursed under my breath. I sprinted and
threw myself at him; we both landed on the dirt a few feet from the
railroad tracks.I could hear the train like roaring thunder as it passed us by. I had my
arms around Colby, covering his body with mine.I stood up and brushed away the dirt from my clothes.”What the fuck was that all about?” I blurted out, mad as hell.Colby just laughed.”You see, Nate,” he said smiling shyly as he sat up straight on the dirt,
“you didn’t wanna die after all.”"Well, maybe I wanna die in my own Preteen Sex Rompl way!”"Nah…deep inside you, you know there’s a reason to live,” he said
seriously.”Yeah…maybe,” I admitted as I sat beside him. “But why the hell didn’t
you jump out after I chickened out?”"I dunno,” he said. “I guess I was tempted to end it right there.”"Weren’t you even a little scared?” I asked.He smiled at me and said, “When you have death looming on you for more
than 6 years, the fear just runs out.”He paused for a while. “I’m not afraid to die anymore,” he continued.
“What I’m afraid of is dying alone and forgotten.”
Days 22-26We stayed in the rest house for five more days before we had to head back
to Makati for Colby’s check-up.Everyday, the caretaker brought us fresh food: fish, fresh out-of-the bay
nearby; meat, fresh out of the slaughterhouse; vegetables, fresh from the
garden; and we drank a lot of fresh buko juice, too.”Don’t you ever think about your parents?” he asked me from out of the
blue while we were packing our stuffs the day that we would go back to
Makati.”I’m sure they’re not thinking about me,” I replied.”Aha! So, you are thinking about them.”"From time to time, yeah,” I admitted.”Why don’t you visit them?”"Why should I?”"Nate, they are still your parents, you know,” he said.He sighed. “I don’t’ know about you, but I’d kill for a chance to have my
mom and dad at this time of my life.”"Really?” I said. “Well, then kill my parents…I wouldn’t mind,” I
laughed.”Asshole,” he mumbled.
Day 27″You’re not doing very good,” Dr. Uy told Colby when we went there for
his check-up. “Your T-cells are down. Preteen Sex Rompl You should take it easy for a
while.”"Aw, c’mon!” Colby complained. “You know I’d rather die tomorrow enjoying
myself than live for 6 more years locked up at home.”Dr. Uy sighed. “Well, at least don’ t miss on taking your pills.”"Nathan is in-charge of that department,” he laughed.”Yeah, and with that job, I should be paid 3 times more,” I muttered.
Day 28The weather was extremely bad. It was pouring down real hard form morning
till night. Colby and I were stuck in the house whether we liked it or
not. Good thing I rented a few DVDs the night before.Colby was so bored by nightfall. He just looked out the window
helplessly.”Jeesh! It’s not showing any signs of letting up,” he muttered.”There’s still tomorrow, you know,” I said, trying to lift up his spirit.”Maybe for you,” he said sadly. “I may not have that, you Preteen Sex Rompl know.”"What’re you talking about? You’re not gonna die that easily; bad weeds
die hard,” I chuckled.He smiled. “Yeah…” he said. “But I’m still not spending one more minute
in here!”With that, he quickly stripped off all his clothes and ran out in the
rain. I ran after him, grumbling a few obscenities.”Goddammit, Colby!” I yelled at him when I finally caught up with him in
the empty streets. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”He was jumping up and down; he was like a child playing in the rain. I
was shivering; it was so cold out there.He spread his arms and looked up in the sky. Then, he started spinning
around, slowly Preteen Sex Rompl at first, then faster and faster. Then, he just dropped
down on his ass on the pavement.I quickly ran up to him, thinking that he was hurt. He was crying; the
first time I ever saw him break down.”Why do I have to die?” he cried out. “I have so much life to live…Why
does it have to be me? What the hell did I do to deserve this?”I kneeled down beside him. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to
comfort him…not knowing what to say. He pulled away and quickly stood
up. He looked up in the sky; rage was burning in his eyes.”Why? Goddammit, why?” he yelled out. “Answer me!”I stood up behind him helplessly; not knowing what to do. I felt warm
teardrops falling down my cold cheeks.”Goddamn you, God!” he cried out so loud. He fell down on his knees.I put my hands on his shoulders and guided him home. I took off my shirt
and put it around his back.He was shivering so hard when we got back to the house. I quickly ran for
towels and dried him up. I put him to bed afterwards, putting double
blankets on him. But he was still shivering so hard.I got nervous, so I called up Dr. Uy.She told me she’d be over as soon as the rain let up.It didn’t.
Day 29Colby was in bad shape. Dr. Uy said so. We had to bring him to the
hospital. So we did. And I stayed there with him, feeling battered,
physically and emotionally.
Day 30I brought some board games (”Do you know why they call them board games?
It’s because you get bored while playing it,” he told me once) and some
DVDs in Colby’s hospital room.”God, I’m dying with boredom!” he complained. “Can’t we just get outta
here?”"You can’t even stand up on your own, how can you get outta here?”
Day 31″I guess this is what I get for cursing God, huh?” he said while Dr. Uy
was taking a look at him.”No,” she countered. “This is what you get for dancing in the rain naked
in the middle of the night.”
Days 32-36Colby spent more and more of the day unconscious, and everyday it became
harder and harder for him to speak. He got weaker and weaker, and I
couldn’t do anything but try to make it comfortable for him.God! I was having a hard time even just to crack a smile from him. He was
getting thinner and thinner, and he was becoming as pale as a ghost.Sometimes, I’d play monopoly with him, but he’d have a hard time throwing
the dice and moving his token; I’d have to move it for him.
Day 37″We can’t do anything for him now,” Dr. Uy informed me when I cornered
her outside of Colby’s room.”What — you’re just gonna let him die?”"Look, this isn’t easy for me, either. I love that boy like one of my
own. But medical science can just do as much…it’s in God’s hands now.”"Then, we’re really just waiting for him to die?”"Yes…we need to let him go,” she said sadly. “You know, you’re the best
friend he’s ever had, and I’ve never seen him happier than this past
month since you met.”I turned around. Tears welled out of my eyes; I couldn’t hold them any
Day 38I slept sitting on a chair beside Colby’s bed, with my head on his
bedside. I woke up feeling his fingers running through my hair.”Hey, you’re awake,” I said. “How’re you feeling?”He smiled and slowly nodded his head.”I’m so tired,” he said without any sound coming out of his mouth…just
air.I held his hand. My eyes began to get moist with tears.”It’s okay to go now,” I said, tears falling down my face. “You have
nothing to be afraid of. I’m here; you’re not alone. And you will never
be forgotten…I won’t allow it.”I tried to smile…it was so damn hard. “My kids will know all about
their Uncle Colby, and so will my grandchildren. I’ll even build a
monument for you, if you want,” I chuckled softly.”You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Colby, my Preteen Sex Rompl only friend in this
world. You’re the only person in this whole damn world who gave a damn
about me. I want you to know that, and I want to thank you for
everything.”"Do you love me?” he asked, almost inaudibly.”Yes! Of course, I do,” I was crying so hard. “I love you.”He smiled.”I’m going back to sleep now,” he mouthed again.”Okay,” I said. He fell unconscious right after that.I wiped away my tears. I stood up and stretched out a little bit. I
decided to get coffee from the vending machine in the hallway around the
corner Preteen Sex Rompl from Colby’s room. Preteen Sex Rompl It felt good as the hot coffee warmed up my
body.I was walking back to Colby’s room when I saw a lot of nurses rushing
into his room. I was a couple of yards away when I saw Dr. Uy coming out
of Colby’s room.She looked at me sadly, and I knew that he was gone. I just leaned
against the wall. I felt so weak, I didn’t think my knees could support
me. But I couldn’t cry anymore; my eyes were dried up.
Day 39I didn’t need to do a lot for Colby’s funeral. Everything was taken cared
of; he got it ready a long time ago. Dr. Uy helped out a lot, too.I didn’t know anybody who went there. Dr. Uy told me that most of them
were HIV+ patients who might or might not have known Colby, and the rest
were their families.They were there because they were connected to Colby by their illness,
not because they really knew him.I went to visit my parents in the afternoon. My dad was probably with his
other family, and my mom was alone in the house with the maids again.”Look who’s come crawling back,” said my mother.”I just came for a visit, mother.”"Uhhuh…and some money, I bet.”I shook my head. “I don’t need your money. My friend just died and what I
need is emotional support. And just as I thought, I’m getting tons of
that here.”The sarcasm didn’t escape her.”You ungrateful son of a bitch!” she shouted at me…very typical of my
mom.I chuckled. “You know, you’re right…I am a son of a bitch.”I turned around and walked away.
Day 40Colby’s remains were cremated. They put his ashes in a jar and gave it to
me. I took it to Colby’s house and put it in his room.Colby’s lawyers came in the afternoon with Dr. Uy. They told me that
Colby had put all his assets in my name before he died, and that I needed
to sign some papers.I didn’t know what to think… or do… Colby made me even richer than my
AftermathI kept Colby’s ashes for a few days. But then, I remembered what he told
me once:I don’t wanna be locked up in a wooden box and buried six feet under the
ground. I wanna be free, roaming the world forever!So, I drove his slick, red convertible down to Quezon Province, where he
once took me. When the highway came near the bay, I held up the jar and
tilted it a little as I put on some more speed. I let the wind take
Colby’s ashes to wherever it would take him.Roam freely, Colby… goodbye.Hi! If you liked this story or you have any questions for me, please feel
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