Frog Job - Shorter story, contains vore
 
-----Chapter 6: Feeding their Pet-----
 
 
Amanda was at the office extra early Monday morning on the reason that there was much paperwork to catch up with. To her relief the gigantic frog her 'disappeared' lover had left in her care seemed none the worse for spending a day alone. Seeming a bit more alert than prior, it perked cheerfully when it saw her. That brought a smile to Amanda's face, and despite the oddity of having such a strange animal as her new 'pet', it was starting to earn her affection; not only was it a sort of gift her beloved 'Pete' had left to her, the animal was showing itself rather endearing.
 
The work continued to pour in, and Amanda was busy as ever, sorting, organizing, collating, finishing incomplete reports, forwarding copies and finally filing everything away, but having a pet here in the office, however so bizarre and illicit, she was happy for the break and companionship it offered. As the week whiled away, come Friday, it was starting to peek out of the enclosure Amanda had formed with filing cabinets for it, seeming to know that the little area was where it belonged. Always happy to see her, a cheery tilt of the head and a quiet hiccup of a greeting always brightened her mood.
 
No wonder people brought animals to work with them, it was terribly therapeutic.
 
There had been and was still entirely too many people at and around the building for Amanda to safely secret the animal to her home, giving her no choice but to leave it at the office.
 
Monday morning when she returned, eager to check up on the creature, as she said a friendly 'Good morning' to it, the frog came crawling quickly out from the maze of filing cabinets to greet her, but having it appear to just anyone could present a problem, so she ordered it back to the enclosure like she would the dogs her family kept when she was young. Much to her surprise, it reacted much the same way, acting sad and rejected, but obeying nonetheless.
 
She wanted to give the frog a treat right then for being so good, but it occurred to her, she wasn't aware of what frogs considered special. For that matter, it also occurred that she would need to acquire a pair of rabbits to feed the animal. With the meal it had eaten the week before, it seemed that two weeks would be about as long as it would likely go between feeding, so Amanda set the date in her mind that her pet needed its 'food' on Friday before she left since it began seeming more alert and energetic, eager and interested in what she was doing. She very much regretted accidentally ruining the feeding instructions.
 
Wednesday, it greeted her with a curious chirp and began following her about as she flitted around her office, trying desperately to stay on top of the enormous amount of documentation that had been piled upon her; seeming to resent that her attention was being absorbed by the mountain of paper and the exorbitant number of electronic documents, it began to grumble less friendly chirps and 'ribbits' at her. Thursday morning, she was greeted by a loud croak and the frog came hopping out to see her. When she reached to pet the creature, it turned away from her and slapped her hand away with its tongue! The soft, squishy bulge in the frog's belly was gone and with an empty tummy Amanda's 'pet' was behaving rather unfriendly. It followed her around the office and before noon, it slapped at her leg with its tongue to get her attention as she was distracted with paper.
 
Amanda ordered the frog back to the corner she had prepared for it, and the frog balked, grumbling another grumpy 'ribbit' before returning to its little hiding spot. It had been almost two weeks since it had eaten, so with little choice, she spent her lunch hour going to the pet store for a pair of very expensive rabbits to feed this bizarre animal she was charged with. With her hour more than spent, she left the floppy eared animals in her car, intending to bring them in later in the day, but when the frog devoured her hamburger and chips, packaging and all with a quick sweep of its long tongue, she decided it was time to bring them in.
 
The pet rabbits were so docile and trusting, it made her feel bad that she was about to feed them to something that was going to kill them. No sooner had she brought in the box containing the furry animals than the frog hopped to the door in three long jumps! Startling Amanda, she dropped the box, and immediately upon seeing the rabbits, the frog devoured both with two quick flicks of the tongue and a single swallow that near instantly put them both in the monster's belly.
 
It happened so fast, Amanda didn't know what to think. The frog moaned in relief and looked up at her as if to say something. Amanda couldn't think what it could mean, but the terrible hunger of her 'pet' seemed to have been sated. It croaked a quiet sound at her and then tongued careful and affectionate at her leg again. She guessed it was saying 'thank you', but her experience with frogs now totaled little over two weeks with only this one. She petted the beast and it seemed happy.
 
Having lost her own meal to the animal, Amanda worked as best she could, but called it an early day and picked up more takeaway on her trip home, another order of the shrimp and pasta she had taken a liking to, but even such decadent food couldn't stop her wondering about this bizarre creature her love had left to her. It was intelligent, unique, even personable, but it was still merely an animal. Friday morning, she was greeted with a curious chirp and after a few minutes petting the friendly beast, it spent the day following her about the office, quickly and quietly hurrying back to its corner when Amanda ordered it away to hide from people coming into the usually solitary office.
 
Feeling bad to leave the animal alone for so long, she spent Saturday morning working on the never-ending pile of forms from the lab workers, enjoying solitude with her new found pet. As she scattered paper across tables and the floor to work out where they would end up, the big frog decided to play lap-dog and lay across her legs! The big, heavy animal hummed a strange sort of 'purr' as she petted it. With her knees trapped beneath her, Amanda could do little but laugh at the animal's silly antics and unusual show of affection. When it licked her hand, she was none too worried, but when it pulled her hand into it's mouth with its tongue, for a moment she near panicked, but the giant frog did no harm, and of course, let her go. When it grabbed her face, however, that was another concern! Pulling her head into its mouth started Amanda into screaming!
 
She pushed at the wet, rubbery lips, parting the massive, toothless jaws off as she complained, "Let go of me! I fed you already!"
 
The cooing had stopped and while her 'pet' remained rather affectionate, it also seemed apologetic for what it had done. She cautiously petted the animal through the remainder of the day and left with yet more paper to sort and file.
 
Working at home on Sunday, clearing her chores, Amanda thought to Pete's ruined feeding instructions. It was possible she should feed it more, but too, he said eventually the animal would shrink back down if she did not feed it too much. Perhaps this was a sort of reverse-growing-pains sort of business.
 
Come Monday, Pete's project was following her about once more, behaving as would a strangely large and very hungry puppy. While Amanda was working on the mountain of paper, it slapped at her leg once more with its tongue! Amanda jumped away and ordered, "You mind your manners."
 
The creature was becoming grouchy and argumentative once more, and before the day was out, it had again stolen most of her lunch and worse, in the afternoon the frog grabbed her leg, throwing Amanda to the carpet as it pulled her foot into its mouth!
 
"Stop that! Let me go this instant!" she demanded! "I'm much too big for you! And give me my shoe back!"
 
Thoroughly tasting the synthetic leather, her aggravated 'pet' spit her shoe back on the floor, a soggy, ruined piece. Losing one of her favorite shoes was enough to leave Amanda in a mood so sour for the rest of the night, that it couldn't be solved by even a large helping of shrimp and pasta with a tasty white sauce and two glasses of wine. When she arrived home, try as she may, her shoe was ruined, and the best she could do was to wash them both in water and soap, leaving them a set of mismatched, marbled suede that belonged in a rummage sale.
 
Arriving in a grumpy state, her 'pet' rather shared her sentiment, grunting an ill-tempered croak at Amanda. It grabbed and swallowed her foot again, but she was prepared this time, having worn very unfashionable, but very secure sneakers, she chided the big frog for its poor manners and sent it back to the corner for the remainder of the morning. It seemed so happy after she fed it, but watching it devour another pair of bunnies was something she couldn't stomach, so instead decided to get them both some greasy, comforting hamburgers.
 
Returning with a full works burger for herself and another stack of meat patties for the frog, it literally jumped her when she came through the door! Hopping from the back of the office over the filing cabinets obstructing the view, it took three long hops to cross the large room with alarming speed, crashing into Amanda and knocking her over, spilling the bag in her hand! Startled at the creature's ferocity, she was relieved when it snapped up all twenty burgers in a hurry, leaving a bit of mess on the floor, but the frog finally seemed to calm itself, the pain of its hunger partially sated. Once more the amiable lap-pet, it purred and snuggled with Amanda for the feeding.
 
She tried to eat her own sandwich with the frog in her lap, but seeing more food triggered the urge for it to eat again, and before she could jump, much less object, the big animal had snatched the uneaten half of her lunch, swallowing it along with her hand! She had to wash once she extricated her hand from the frog's throat, but it again seemed so happy to be with and around her, Amanda couldn't help but let the troublesome feelings pass with the day, petting the big cheerful creature as time permitted.
 
It spent the next day quietly in its corner, allowing Amanda to finally get the best of the past few weeks' paper by late Wednesday. The considerably more manageable stack of paper she faced Thursday morning put her in a good mood, and the revealing, yet professional outfit she had purchased the night before left her looking forward to the day. Unfortunately, the frog was following her around the office once more, and just before she left for lunch, the big creature grabbed her leg again, this time much more forcefully! Her brand new skirt split along the seam as she fell, and batting at the frog's face, she panicked as it swallowed up to her knee, the scratchy inside of its mouth ruining her stocking and the one of the shoes she had paid entirely too much for to complete her new outfit.
 
"Let me go!" she demanded! "I already fed you this week"
 
Reluctantly, as if waiting for her to promise to bring more to eat, it released Amanda, and she swatted it on the snout, complaining, "You've ruined my new suit! Now I have to go home and change."
 
Skipping lunch hurrying to her apartment to get clothing more suitable to the increasingly aggressive mutated amphibian, she returned to work in denim trousers and the dressy top that was now the sole survivor of what was a very striking and very expensive ensemble.
 
Between the work stacking up on the cart outside the archive office and the time she spent trying to clean herself and change without being noticed, Amanda was falling behind again, hence when her aggressive pet grabbed her arm and pulled her bodily with its tongue, engulfing her shoulder and one of her increasingly plump breasts in its mouth, she was taken by surprise! She didn't have time to get off a shout before finding herself facing the functional carpeting. She grunted an angry, "Uhmf!! You let me go this instant!"
 
Wrestling with the animal before it finally released her arm, she slapped it across the face, startling the big animal and ordered it back to its corner. Washing her arm, the whole dry clean only outfit was now a matching, demolished wreck. Too distracted to work, she went home early.
 
After a hearty meal and a bottle of wine to calm her nerves, a good night's rest left her ready to face Friday morning. Amanda carried a change of clothing with her, ready to challenge her pet's rapidly diminishing manners; in comfortable denim trousers and a respectable blouse and vest top, her morning was spent accepting a steady stream of requests and even more stacks of reports to file away. The humongous frog seemed apologetic about the night before and stayed hidden for most of the morning, seeming to have learned that visitors meant it needed to hide giving Amanda chance to get all the requests taken care of before she left for lunch. Unfortunately, the afternoon was quiet enough to allow the animal to follow her about. In the afternoon, as Amanda stood at a table, sorting mountains of paper about, the frog was losing patience with her again. From behind, the big predator hooked a wet tongue around her soft belly and pulled her wide butt into its mouth! The creature's tongue found its way under her blouse, wet flesh sliding and pulling on her soft belly.
 
Startled, she squirmed to get up, and having landed in a sideways sort of seated pose, the way she was sitting made it easy to push herself out and away from the big animal's mouth, complaining, "I am not your food! Stop doing that to me!"
 
Her vest a slimy mess and blouse sufficiently damp to see the bra inside, Amanda decided to take the rest of the day off, carrying an empty box to her auto as cover for her befouled clothing. Another overindulgence of takeaway was dinner, and Amanda noticed how tight her trousers were becoming. Perhaps the frog was trying to tell her she was beginning to look like a meatball. One more night spent sleeping on the sofa before the television instead of finding a fitness centre wouldn't help, but at least she would be rested to spend Saturday catching up at work. Arriving dressed for comfort, Amanda was relieved that the lot was good as abandoned, not a soul about to object to her stretch pants and pullover.
 
Picking up the accumulated stack of paper from the cart she left outside her door, Amanda entered the archive she had become the sole mistress of. Peeking around her desk her 'pet' greeted Amanda with a demanding 'ribbit'. She warned the surly animal, "Just you try it."
 
The creature seemed to take her warning as an invitation and hopped around the corner to grab her knee with its tongue, folding her leg into its mouth! Papers from her hand scattering as she fell, Amanda yelped in surprise, but immediately shoved the big mouth off, complaining, "I wasn't serious! There's more rabbits for you next week, you pig."
 
Walking across the hallway to the restroom to clear off frog drool, Amanda rolled up the leg of her soft pants and tried to wash her shoe. Giving up, she removed it and started to walk back to the filing area, taking off its companion to even her step. Placing her sneakers aside, hoping they would dry off before the end of the day, she replaced them with her office slippers and tried to accomplish some work.
 
As she bent down to collect up the papers she had thrown, the frog grabbed her again, tongue rounding her hip, across her lap like a seat belt, Amanda was pulled off her feet into the frog's mouth again! She started to struggle, the awkward sitting position making it difficult to get her feet under her or get her arms, or hands placed where she could push away from her aggressive pet, she argued, "Won't you take the hint of a fat chick sitting on you? Quit trying to swallow me! I am not your food!"
 
Feeling her words were working opposite in the beat's little brain, it kept her squeezed between its jaws, her new found weight making standing from the unbalance 'seat' hence impossible as the creature explored her body with its tongue as if the big frog doubted her and needed to test her flesh for itself. Uninterested in the cotton covering her legs and wide hips, Amanda's sweater and shirt had ridden up as she was captured, and she was quickly reminded of how ticklish she was as the frog tasted her belly, tongue sliding up to fondle a breast from the side and tease under her arm! Squealing from the sensation, she struggled until she finally turned enough to get an arm across the creature's snout and pull herself free.
 
Amanda wasn't sure if she should laugh and play rough with the frog in return or be angry at it, but either way, it would have to wait until she was cleaned up again. Her her stretch pants looked as if she had spilled a drink on her seat and the sweater was wet from the inside, making it most uncomfortable, hence off they came, leaving Amanda feeling terribly exposed as she walked across the hallway half naked.
 
She decided that the animal was too distracting and since she was here on her day off to get some work done, so when she came back into the archive room and her 'pet' gave her a grouchy 'ribbit', Amanda ran at it and yelled, "Go back to your corner!"
 
Startled by her, it hesitated, confused by the reversal of hunter and prey roles. When Amanda swatted it with her soggy clothing, it turned dashed back to the little area behind the filing cabinets. She felt bad for doing that, but Amanda knew she had work to get done. Now that the big animal was hiding from her, she set in, sorting, collating and filing away a small mountain of documents. Hours later, she was sore and tired, ready for lunch but despite her intentions of scaling back with her clothing soiled and wet, she resigned herself to another burger at the drive-in, as her clothing was tarnished; she ate in her car and hurried back into the building before anyone saw her. The big frog was absent from the usual hiding place behind her desk, allowing her to carry on with the paperwork.
 
Merely an hour later, Amanda had whittled away the entire stack, leaving only work with questions to be answered waiting a reply from the lab personnel. Walking around the office in nothing but a t shirt made her smile, thinking back to her lover, Pete, as she stacked paper away in its permanent homes. His kindness, confidence and naivety beyond his laboratory environ had charmed her, while his sincerity and the mystique of his intellect had won her heart, Amanda wished she could see him again, reassuring her that everything would be alright and especially his surprise, walking through the door to find her working in the nude.
 
Nearly completed, she slid off her panties, thinking of Pete's deliciously astonished expression and the way she could tangle up his complex mind with the unspoken promise of carnal delights. Tucking them into her bra, Amanda wondered if Pete had a thing for fat women or if she would ever find a man like him again, but decided, whether or not she could, she would at least attempt to stay fit, and damned if she couldn't, she would be happy.
 
Just as she was reaching for the handle of another filing cabinet, something wet slipped between her legs and pulled hard at her hip to bring her to the floor! Panicked thoughts of a silent creep like Ryan Finnegan paralyzed her mind before she realized it was the frog again, pulling her bodily into its mouth! Facing the ceiling, Amanda was about to vent her anger by yelling at the animal and slapping it across the face as hard as she could, but the tongue tasting and teasing at her flesh instantly brought back memories of a more pleasant sort; a much more pleasant sort!
 
Images of Pete hiding under her desk, licking at her tender sex teased in her mind, ripping the breath from her lungs in a tingling wash of sensation! That tongue, so much tongue, gasping a squealing in delight, she sang like a musical instrument as it slid across her skin like a bow on a violin!
 
Amanda knew she should have pushed herself free and chided the offending reptile for the continuing impudence, but with nearly a month gone since her love had disappeared, to have the animal he created molesting her, she sank into its mouth, resting an arm on the creature's snout as its vigourous rhythm pulling her deeper from within felt too much like Pete himself pushing in from above. Even her thoughts halted as Amanda laughed and reveled in the sensation and even desperation for her love until the frog pulled too hard, treating her less the proxy lover she has deluded herself into imagining for these few moments that an ambitiously large meal it likely intended her to be. Tapping the huge frog on the snout stopped it from wrenching at her hips, and, as boggling pleasant as the while had been with strong, warm, wet flesh sliding between her legs, Amanda realized it was was a poor decision to allow this creature to merely proceed.
 
In the scant few seconds that she took to catch her breath, it started to pull at her hip again, provoking another, more firm slap on the snout and the complaint, "Thank you, but I've a day to get on with."
 
Trying to turn to extricate herself from the monster's mouth, it began pulling on her again and Amanda slapped across the snout more firmly, asserting, "That will be enough of that."
 
Before she had finished speaking, the creature was mouthing at her again, pulling with its tongue, trying to get her deeper within, and she gave it a painful, resounding smack across the snout, demanding, "You are simply determined to get me inside of you! I won't have it!"
 
Pushing out and onto her feet, Amanda ordered the big creature, "Back to your cave! Now!"
 
Looking at her with resentful eyes, it crawled back behind the cove of cabinets and Amanda sighed to herself, looking at the soggy mess it had made of her middle. She really did wish for Pete, if only to tell her why this animal had taken to mistaking her for food and how it should rightly be fed.
 
Collecting up the files she had dropped, she sorted them away and returned to the big desk to gather her belongings and return home. Taking wadded panties from her bra, she was dreading dressing herself in wet clothing, even for the short ride home when she remembered the spare outfit she kept in the desk drawer. Opening it, she was reminded that it had been traded for a scandalously short skirt and a top that was already too snug last she needed. Taking them from the desk, she closed the drawer and placed the top in her bag along with her shoes and the rest of her unsuitable clothing, leaving her dressed in only a t shirt that had become none too loose in recent months.
 
With no other choice, she slid the skirt up her legs, struggling to get it up and over her big thighs and decided that it would have to be official that she was fat, given the way the cloth stretched skin tight to hug her big hips and butt. Disappointed with herself, Amanda reached for the balled panties on the desk when the frog grabbed her from behind and pulled her down to sit in its mouth once more! Tired of the rough handling, she loosed her row with the beast, "Again?! This is positively the last time you ever do this, understand?"
 
Instead of acknowledging her bitter demand, the big frog continued to gum at her. Grumbling to herself, Amanda slipped out of her shirt and bra, tossing them carefully up to the desk with the rest of her clothing to save it from being spoiled also. With her work finished as best as could be, she scoffed, "What do I care? I've all day and night now, you know. Have another go at choking me down if you think you can, you great hog."
 
With her essential clothing safely away, Amanda was irritable but patient while the hungry beast sorted for itself that she was too big to swallow. Allowing the frog to pull her deep as it could, wedging her large bottom in its throat, she crossed her arms and waited, telling her captor, "It will never work, you know. I'm greatly too big for you."
 
One slipper having been thrown from her foot in the surprise attack, she loosed the other from her foot, dropping it on the floor to keep it serviceable for the drive home
 
Her skirt, tight as it was, had ridden up, turning into more of a belt and leaving nearly all her bare skin exposed; with the big frog trying to swallow her, putting suction on her butt and with the smooth, wet flesh of the creature's mouth sliding on her own flesh, it would have been all too easy for Amanda to let the frog inadvertently pleasure her, but instead, she held herself and remarked, "See? I told you this wouldn�ft work."
 
Suckling at her rump and tonguing vigourously between her legs, as the big frog tried to inhale, desperate to gag her down, a tiny gap, just enough for a rush of air opened to let a grotesque, invertly flatulent slurp massage at her belly and butt, forcing a delighted gasp from the fat woman. Laughing how preposterous a place she found herself, Amanda gave in and laughed, "Oh, what the hell."
 
Arching her back to shove her vagina on the thick, folded ribbon of flesh as it drew and surged, trying to pull at her belly, Amanda let the tickling sensations wash over her, laughing at how good felt to give herself to the animal and take pleasure from the abuse it was dishing to her; lout beast deserved to be used as such for the nuisance it had made of itself for the few last weeks. Dripping on the strong, wet froggy tongue as it slipped and grasped between her legs, grabbing at her ticklish, if big tummy, she giggled, gasped and laughed at how good the mishandling felt. With the insistent frog trying to greedily pull her fully bodily into it's maw and deeper, and with her own laughter winding her tight, the fuse finally lit and a great thrill sparked to life inside of Amanda!
 
Both crying and laughing at the same time, she tried to puller hips away from the tongue, but finally had to quickly work her hand into her lap to shield herself from more probing, crying, "AHHH! Hah hah! Okay, okay, enough!"
 
Gasping from the workout, the frog's slippery tongue yet still trying to find leverage. The monster's tongue constantly pushing on her hand, even that was enough to keep her going, and the massive frog wouldn't give it up, seeming to think having most of her body in its mouth implied that it could get all of her body in there.
 
Amanda was pleased to have rid herself of the shirt, first because the incessant tonguing at her belly would have stretched it irreparably and also because it gave her another chance to play with the big frog, or at least have the big frog play with her. Squeezing herself down, squishing her big belly between her thick legs put her full breasts in reach of the mutant amphibian's greedy tongue. Exploring and pulling at her soft breasts and sensitive nipples, Amanda purred at the feeling, but just as she was about to remark on giving the creature a taste of a real mammal, its tongue pushed up and forward, sinking down from behind and with one productive pull, her shoulders were drawn down into the mouth she was trapped in!
 
Startled and beginning to worry, Amanda reminded herself that the hungry beast couldn't possibly finish what it started, telling it, "Slow down, you! You�fre only making it harder for me to get out once you give up."
 
Her legs were starting to ache from being stretched nearly to her head, and the monster was yet determined to pull the large woman completely inside. Her arm pressed to her belly, should couldn't quite keep her hand over her nether, and the frog's eager throat worked at her, exciting Amanda unwillingly and uncomfortably much. Struggling to find a way to get it off of her most sensitive skin, she squirmed, but only by squashing herself down as far as she could, making her already sore calves ache even more so could she gain respite, all the frog needed was that brief second of Amanda shaping her own bulk in its throat to set her sliding again!
 
Pulling its wide neck back and shoving its big head forward, the frog plunged Amanda's thick butt into its belly! Desperately trying to hook her feet inside the stretchy chin of the monster's mouth, she had merely one of her hands free and outside of the beast's surprisingly strong lips while they gummed ineffectually at her head, tongue slapping and smearing at her face, panicking Amanda into admitting, "Alright, alright! I believe you. How say you release me now?"
 
The giant frog paused as if to consider, but seemed to reject her suggestion, setting to work again, thrusting it's head and neck to shove Amanda deeper within. Holding tightly to the thing's lip with her hand, her feet seemed good only for giving her a cramping pain to tell her it was time to start worrying about getting back out and soon. The frog half hopped and half stood up, stretched its great throat and thrust its head forward harder than ever, tumbling Amanda into a backwards roll as the monster smashed her into its stomach! Painful for both of them, as it leaned on her, putting both of their weights on Amanda's back, she continued to turn inside the beast's belly, laying Amanda facing up in the hot darkness.
 
Paralyzed with terror, the creature swallowed her feet at just the same time as Amanda thought to kick out to keep from finding herself fully trapped inside, but by then her legs were asleep and it was too late. Afraid, she started to cry, scared of what was going to happen. Here she was helping her lover, Pete, and now his lab project had turned on her. She was hoping that he would show up and save her, after all, he wasn't found dead, he simply disappeared. She convinced herself, yes, that must have been the ticket! He was waiting to save her, but it was merely wishful thinking. Something irritating her side, she twisted best she could to scratch, but found a span of cloth. Examining it by touch in the darkness of the beast's belly, she realized what it was.
 
An inorganic, indigestible fabric formed shorts with a slight tear in the crotch must mean that it was the boxer underwear Pete had on the last she saw him. Inside this creature's stomach, it could mean only that it had swallowed her lover as well!
 
Bursting into tears, she had known he was gone, but not how or where. Now she knew. It was becoming quite warm and she was starting to feel a headache coming on. As the hot darkness started to claim her, before she fell asleep, she finally decided on a name: Pete's project had devoured them both, and now, it was simply, 'Home'.
 
Hard to tell in the sweaty, wet, cramped dark, another tear rolled down Amanda's cheek, and harder to tell would have been if it was more so sadness at the end of her life or contentment that it was to forever be with her lover.
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to Arion20
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