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Fun with Phonics (or poems we almost know the words to)

*wink* No, we’re not doing a phonics lesson today, but I’m attached to the title of this post and I’m not changing it now!

Recently, I asked readers in my Facebook group if I could get a few eyes on a “super secret” project that I’ll be announcing in the near future. But I’m up against deadline and so I didn’t have enough time to go through my usual routine with the manuscript. Those readers who offered to assist were awesome and gave me some valuable feedback. That said, I got an interesting comment from several of them. It’s about a passage I decided to completely rewrite because of that misunderstanding but something the English teacher in me wanted to address (in case I decide to write something similar in the future). This is the paragraph in question:

Shit. She was still grouchy. Maybe having some lunch, knowing they’d be heading out soon, would soothe her savage breast. But Conor knew the poet that had penned that phrase had never met the likes of Morgan Tredway.

I had several readers tell me I should have written “savage beast.” But here is the actual quote from William Congreve:

“Musick has charms to soothe a savage breast.” (emphasis mine)

It is often misquoted (as “soothes the savage beast”) but I can’t knowingly and willingly misquote or misuse a phrase.  It’s not in me. So I tried to figure out a way to work all that info into the story, but it won’t work. Why? Because it’s a romantic comedy and explaining to readers about breast/beast would have ruined the flow. The paragraph shared above was meant to be a section break in the story, clever and funny and a little tense.

I asked hubby for help and the first thing he said was that the phrase should be about music, not food. But when I explained that I was just trying to emphasize that the character Morgan was really angry and Conor was hoping that a bite to eat would soothe her temper, he got where I was coming from.

But that still left the problem of breast versus beast.

Ultimately, I decided to simply rewrite that paragraph entirely. Maybe it’s not as clever now but at least readers won’t think I’ve accidentally committed a typo (or that I’m stupid):

Shit. She was still grouchy. Maybe having some lunch, knowing they’d be heading out soon, would help her chill out. If food were the way to a man’s stomach, perhaps it would be the way to a woman’s zen. There was only one way to find out.

Anyway, I’ll be announcing this super secret project next week, so stay tuned. In the meantime, let me know—does this rewrite work? What do you think?

The fun of a reverse harem romance!

A few days ago, I waxed poetic about reality television couples. I’ll come back to that in a minute.

When I first heard about “Reverse Harem” romances, my first thought was What?! Of course, I imagined what harems used to be back in the day, when women were nothing but playthings for men, and the richest, most powerful man would have hundreds of women from which to choose. Even reversed, that seemed like a stretch…until, curious, I did some research to find out more.

As I suspected, it was simply a concept and not the whole picture. When you go to the bookstore and type in “reverse harem romance,” you discover fairly quickly that these stories are not set in ancient times somewhere in the middle east. And it’s usually not a woman who just wants dozens of men at her disposal, either. Instead, it’s one woman and several men—and she usually winds up with one. When I realized that, I knew I’d already written stories like that before. No sweat. And, as you know, once I get a snippet of an idea, my brain runs with it.

That’s how The Matchmaker Series was born.

So what does that have to do with reality television and relationships? Well, when my imagination started toying with the reverse harem idea, it cycled through a lot of concepts, finally landing on the idea that a reality show where the main idea is finding a mate would be a great way to explore that idea in what seemed a realistic fashion to me. I’ve never watched The Bachelorette but I considered doing it, because I wanted my “reality show” in the books to be different, but from what I know about that show, I think it’s different enough. And, as I wrote the first two books, I had a ball having the producers of the show constantly scrambling when things didn’t quite work out the way they’d planned.

And it’s live!!!

One woman. Four weeks. Five men.

Just one chance.

After years of putting love on the back burner and struggling to break into Hollywood as an actress, Claire jumps on an opportunity to do both—by accepting the chance to be the pursued woman in a reality television show called Matchmaker.

Choosing among five men hand-picked specifically for her should be easy, but by the time she discovers that not all of the men are ideal, it’s too late. And when Claire attempts to salvage the situation, she’s met with the harsh reality that she doesn’t have a choice after all…

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Here’s the prologue from Looking for Love (Matchmaker #1).  Hope you enjoy!

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ALL MY YEARS of training and yet I still didn’t feel prepared for this moment. The lights above felt even hotter than they had moments earlier; the noise from the audience as the music filled the auditorium was deafening. My fate was in their hands, but I didn’t even know that yet.

I looked at Cat and then allowed my eyes to drift over the heads of two of the men beside me. Which one would I ultimately end up with?

And why the hell was I so nervous?

I’d been training to be an actress for years…and yet here I was, shaking in my shoes. I looked out over the studio audience. I couldn’t make out their eyes or faces under the bright lights, but I could get a good feel for the amount of bodies and the energy in this giant room. There didn’t seem to be more than five-hundred people there—and this shouldn’t have been any big deal. The five men around me…they should have been nervous as hell, and yet every last man seemed cool and collected.

I knew why I was nervous.

This wasn’t acting…this was real. And the entire country was getting ready to watch me—all the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of me, exposed for the world to see. What would people think?

Still…it was on the big screen, edited and sanitized for TV. It wasn’t like they were really getting ready to know me—and, no matter what happened tonight, I’d still be here tomorrow. It was the men who should have been worried, because one of them would be leaving the show based on what happened tonight. We didn’t know yet how they’d get picked off. All we knew was that one of them would no longer be vying for my affection come the morning.

It was all foreign and I didn’t know what to expect; thus, the case of the nerves.

Suddenly, the audience lights dimmed and laser lights began circling around, drawing attention to the stage. Cat stepped out, getting closer to the edge, and smiled, waving her hands. There had to be applause signs somewhere telling the crowd what to do, but Cat’s unending charisma and charm wooed the audience as the minutes wore on.

Then I noticed her peering at one of the cameras in the area just off the stage before the audience section, and a guy beside the camera counted down, using his fingers. Holy shit. We were live in three, two, one…

“Twenty-eight days, five men, one woman…and you help the matchmaker.” While Cat talked, scenes flashed on the huge screens on both sides of the stage, and I turned my head to see me and my five new roommates interacting in bite-size splices in a montage set to a hip-hop theme.

The applause waned, and that was when Cat waltzed to the other side of the stage. The woman was mesmerizing, and I began to wonder why they’d cast me as the object of the men’s desire instead of her. “We’ve taken a single woman and surrounded her with five irresistible bachelors in a secluded house for four weeks. The men are constantly presented with choices: do they want the woman or do they want a piece of their dream life?” Cat tilted her head and began to strut back to center stage, almost directly in front of me. “It’s not an easy decision to make. Claire, the lovely bachelorette directly behind me, gets her prize and a mate at the end of it all. Not all of the men will be so lucky.

“All five men have been screened and assessed by our expert matchmakers to be the best potential mate for Claire based on personality, interests, common desires, life goals, and motivations, not to mention compatibility testing. Our matchmaker is actually a conglomeration of people—psychologists, marriage therapists, sociologists, and dating mentors—and these five men have undergone interviews, personality tests, and a variety of assessments. Out of the thousands of applicants we’ve interviewed, we believe these five men to be more compatible with Claire than ninety-five percent of the men on the planet.

“But we didn’t stop there. There is so much more to what Matchmaker is all about. Stay tuned to find out the surprises we have in store for you.”

The crowd roared as the music swelled in the auditorium with the full version of the song I would come to know as the Matchmaker theme. After a sixty-second long intro, we broke for commercial, and the only reason why I knew was because the sound cut off and the video stopped displaying on the screens. Cat leaned over at the edge of the stage to talk to the main camera guy. Then, when she stood up, she smoothed the front of her skintight gold dress. Next, she nodded at the cameraman again while pointing to the tiny black microphone pinned to the neck of her dress. “Everyone having fun so far?”

The crowd roared in response. I smiled and again glanced at the five men next to me. The enormity of the moment—and strangeness—didn’t escape me. This was the kind of thing I used to watch on TV as a teenager—and now, here I was, the star…if you could call it that. It was fucking surreal. The past week had been like real life on meth—sped up, unpredictable, exciting, and a little off the rails. I’d had five men vying for my attention, affection, and approval—and it felt like more than just a game.

When I’d signed up for this gig a month ago, I would have told you it would be impossible for me to develop feelings for a man in less than a week—real, genuine, deep feelings, that is—and yet I now grappled with the notion, considering the five of them, trying to decide which one would be the best guy for me forever. I sat on this stage under the scrutiny of all of America, preparing to watch an edited-to-perfection slice of my life, and wondered how the hell I could be torn among all five of these guys…and yet I was.

But maybe I need to tell you my story from the beginning.

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The first time I met the guys was at a mixer, kind of a meet-and-greet type of party. But unlike an ordinary event like this, it was just me and five guys. Now, right off the bat, let me tell you that, while I think I’m pretty, I’m not the guy magnet some women are. You know those women. They draw men like bees to nectar. You can be looking your best—your hair and makeup perfect, your dress hugging your every curve, and yet Yvette with the arched eyebrow, smoldering stare, and je ne sais quoi gets her pick of the men. You get her rejects. It’s not so bad, really, because expectations are lower—and the only time I’d complained was when the guy I desperately wanted didn’t have reciprocal feelings.

But now here I was the subject of their attention—and I began to understand what those chosen females had always experienced…and, for me, at any rate, it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Don’t get me wrong—their attention flattered my ego. But I was also under a microscope—no downtime for me.

The cameras poised in various areas of all rooms, not to mention on the shoulders of a couple of guys asking us to pretend like they weren’t there, didn’t help.

So the game began with attractive yet not drop dead gorgeous Claire Seaburg, surrounded by five gorgeous guys any woman would be thrilled to date. I was still a brunette (although I had streaks of blonde and red through my long, wavy tresses) and had the same brown eyes, same fair complexion, same thin body with C-cup breasts. Fortunately, something about me had appealed to the producers. Well, that’s what I and my castmates called the people calling the shots. Who they really were, we might not ever know. Cat was the only spokesperson of the group she represented and she referred to them as the producers, but she encouraged us not to talk about them on camera. We were instead supposed to refer to Cat, but we understood she was part of a collective.

Until this moment, I had never had the attention of five men of this caliber at any one given time. It made me anxious—but it gave me a bit of a thrill, too, because they really were interested in me. They weren’t talking and flirting with me in hopes of getting to my girlfriend. They wanted to win my affection. It was bizarre to me, to say the least. But I’d signed up for this, and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it until, at last, I wound up with the man of my dreams.

Before the cameras started rolling, my makeup lady stood in front of me, touching up my face. Even though this was a reality show, they wanted us to look perfect. I hadn’t realized that, during this first night, they were putting more effort into it than they would later. They’d done my hair and makeup, and I didn’t even get to choose my own clothes. That was okay, because, so far, the wardrobe crew had great taste and really knew how to show off my body. The men stood at various spots in the room, drinks already in hand, and Cat brought me a cocktail before whispering Action!

I took a sip of my cocktail—it was sweet, but I could sense a lot of alcohol in it. Were they making my drink extra strong so I’d lose my inhibitions? Not that I had a problem with that. I’d known, based on our initial discussions, that they wanted me and the guys pushing the envelope. “People will watch our show because we’re going to offer them something different,” she said one day, as she licked her lips adorned in the brightest red lipstick she could find. “So have sex with all the guys if you want. You can even lie through your teeth and we won’t care.” I’d taken that as a hint but immediately thought better of it. If one of these guys became my husband, I didn’t want our marriage to begin based on falsehoods.

The sex part seemed to push against my better judgment as well…but I could be persuaded. Something they hadn’t told the audience or any of the men was something that only I knew, and it was all based on numbers. Part of the deal was that I would have a “dream home” to share with my new mate at the end of the show. But the size, location, and cost of the dream home was contingent upon our ratings. If the show did well, I could be looking at a mansion in a premium location. If it was ho-hum or even bad, then I’d be looking at a repo in Long Beach.

But all these good-looking guys who were supposedly compatible with me? How could I say no?

First, there was Spencer. Holy hell! If sex were crushed, frozen, and served up as a treat, Spencer would be a Bomb Pop. He had to be over six-foot-three, but what stood out about him was his muscular body. Add to that, he had dark hair with dark green eyes, three days’ growth on a solid jaw and chin—and full lips that I couldn’t wait to kiss. Yummy.

But how could I overlook the hot guy right next to him, the guy named Darius? Now, while Spencer seemed to put himself on display like Magic Mike, Spencer had a quiet, introverted quality about him that made me curious. Spencer was almost but not quite as tall as Darius, but I couldn’t tell his physique because of the suit he wore. He was going to be a first for me as well, because I’d never dated an African American before. I had no issues doing it but had never had the pleasure.

His eyes…the way they watched and took it all in; his soft-spoken voice when he answered a question; and his calm demeanor had me more than intrigued. I already knew I’d have to get to know that man lots better.

Unfortunately for him, his quietness was overpowered by the other men. The next guy to make an impression on me was Thomas. Unlike Darius, whose mere presence seemed to dominate, Thomas’s essence was smooth and suave, and I imagined, with his southern accent and ocean-blue eyes, he’d probably talked his way into more women’s panties than I could have imagined. Hell, I was close to inviting him to spend the evening with me already.

Ah…but we had rules.

We hadn’t been told all of them yet, but we’d be going over all of them that first night after dinner, and I wasn’t sure what all we could and couldn’t do—but I’d already made up my mind that I’d push myself to the limit. A meek and mild woman won’t get anywhere but a bold, brave one just might. It felt like my last chance; otherwise, it was out to the Hollywood pasture with me, and I’d have to find what my mom had called a real job.

Two guys left and they weren’t slouches. Next was Gabriel, a guy who put me in the mind of the boy next door. At first, he seemed good looking in an ordinary way, if that makes any sense. Nothing about him stood out until I looked into his dark brown eyes, and then I imagined myself running my fingers up his taut chest and through his short brown hair while his dulcet voice whispered sweet nothings in my ear. And that was the general impression I got from him—that he was beyond sweet. Kind, caring, thoughtful. Maybe that was the kind of guy I needed…but at the moment his gentle personality was overshadowed by the dominant guys in the room. Oh…and his facial hair wasn’t too much but long enough to be soft. I couldn’t wait to kiss that man.

Last but not least, Grayson. Grayson didn’t put me in the mind of an alpha; he was more like the guy who could get along with everybody, and no one was intimidated by his presence. I could tell that, underneath his glasses, he was a good-looking guy. His brown hair had a tinge of red in it and he seemed burly, especially with the closely shaved beard he sported—but every time he opened his mouth, he talked about work. Shop talk isn’t so bad in and of itself, but he was in the gaming industry, and it made him come off like a bit of a…well, a dork. I don’t know that there’s any other way to put it. And, let’s face it, ladies—when you’ve got four other masculine guys in the room, it’s hard to see the good qualities in a guy like Grayson. I was questioning at first why the hell the producers had chosen him for the show, supposedly compatible or not, but I realized later on that he’d been so chatty that first night due to nerves. Once he’d relaxed, he was lots of fun to be around.

So here we were—me and my five potential mates. Talk about pressure. And yet, after a few sips of my drink and a little conversation, I was able to ease into the concept.

Who knew that, just moments later, one of the guys would be touching me under the table—and I would let him?

On camera?!

This was going to be my life for the next four weeks…

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Out soon!  Add it to your Goodreads TBR here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40963955-looking-for-love

My newest release: A Reverse Harem Romance

Many of you have noticed I’ve been babbling for a few weeks now about reality television.  That’s because my newest release is all about reality TV–and it’s my shot at writing a reverse harem romance (something I’d giggled at a while back until I researched and discovered what it was really all about).

I want to let all my faithful readers know my publishing plan.  The book comes out on July 31.  If you buy your book on Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, or Google Play, please buy your copy NOW or before August 1.  I plan to pull the book into KU after all my readers have a chance to buy it at the site of their choice.

If you buy your book on Amazon, please buy your copy later in the day on July 31.  Why?  Because we have to upload our final version to Amazon four days before publication date.  When I went to upload my final version to Amazon last night, I couldn’t.  I thought I had more time, but the cut off was 11:59 pm GMT time.  Well, duh on me.  I won’t make that mistake again!  I thought I was at least dealing with Eastern time, but that’s my bad.  I’ll upload the perfect version as soon as Amazon unlocks the platform for me, but I want my readers to get the BEST copy…not the almost best one.

If you have questions about any of this, please let me know in the comments below!

In the meantime, here’s the blurb for Looking for Love (Matchmaker #1):

One woman. Four weeks. Five men.

Just one chance.

After years of putting love on the back burner and struggling to break into Hollywood as an actress, Claire jumps on an opportunity to do both—by accepting the chance to be the pursued woman in a reality television show called Matchmaker.

Choosing among five men hand-picked specifically for her should be easy, but by the time she discovers that not all of the men are ideal, it’s too late. And when Claire attempts to salvage the situation, she’s met with the harsh reality that she doesn’t have a choice after all…

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Relationships and Reality Television

There are so many viewing choices nowadays; how do you choose what to watch? You’ve got basic television, but you’ve also got YouTube as a free option. But then you’ve got cable TV, Hulu, Amazon, YouTube Red, PPV, etc., etc., etc. Plus Redbox and movies you can buy, etc.   Then there’s old stuff and new stuff. The list never ends. Considering one person could never watch everything available out there, how do you even decide what to watch? Looking through an evening’s listings could give a person decision fatigue!!!

But I think sometimes one of the reasons we continue watching particular reality shows is more than just the premise—it’s the people…or, rather, the type of people that are on those shows. Not that I watch a lot of TV anyway, but there are certain reality television shows I’d never waste my time on. There are a few that I’ve never watched and never will, and it’s mainly because of what I do know about them—childish people who love creating drama and always being the center of attention, no matter how vile or petty they seem. Sorry, but I can find that in real life if I have the craving (but, nope, I don’t). So even though I love the premise of Survivor, there are always certain types I’ll root for (and, obviously, it’s not the drama queens or the manipulative jerks).

But what about relationships? On shows like Survivor, you have people who form alliances. While that’s sometimes because one person will see another as valuable to them, more often it seems like they “click” with that other person and think, “Man, I’d like to go all the way to the end with this person.” Of course, when they establish that alliance (which usually involves more than just two people), then they usually get to know each other even better. But I see a lot of friendships forming on these shows. Whether they’re temporary or permanent, I don’t know. I know the information’s out there, but I’m not necessarily interested in what happens later.

So what about more intense relationships? I know the whole point of shows like The Bachelor is for a more intimate, possibly long-lasting relationship, but what about shows where that’s not the point? I remember the whole Boston Rob-Amber relationship the first time they were on the show, and then Rob returned for an All-Stars or two, and we found out that he and Amber married. But I also remember other relationships that didn’t go anywhere (that I know of) after the show: The pairing of Amanda and Ozzy is the one I remember the best, but I also think there was some inkling of romance in the first season between Greg and Colleen. There were more, of course, and that’s bound to happen…but my main question is this: is it possible for these relationships to last? I’d venture that, while you have the occasional Amber and Rob (still together, if I’m not mistaken), you more often have the Ozzy and Amanda who didn’t last once they returned to their respective lives. In the microcosm of a television show/game/contest, it works—but then here comes real life.

There’s a reason why I’m going on and on about this…but I’ll tell you more TOMORROW. So stay tuned!

How real is reality TV?

I’m not big on reality television.

I say that, and yet I remember watching The Real World (the third season, I believe), completely hooked by the train wreck that unraveled before my eyes. Fast forward a few years later, and I became a Survivor junkie from the very first season (still am). And Gordon Ramsay reviving a failing restaurant? I’m all over that shit. I’ve watched other reality shows, but none hold the appeal of the first ones I’ve enjoyed (not to mention there are a few I will NEVER EVER watch).

Part of why others aren’t as appealing, I think, is because it’s hard to figure out what’s real and what’s not. I’m sure you’ve heard about how some reality shows are scripted—not like a regular show, but with loose guidelines of what “role” actors should play and perhaps how a “scene” should go (you can read more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scripted_reality). I’d never thought of that idea before until about ten years ago. A young lady in one of the writing classes I was teaching at the local community college told me and the rest of the class about a reality TV show she was in—and she confessed that much of it was scripted. As naïve as it sounds, I’d never known of this before nor even suspected. What a dislappointment! And, much as I’d like to believe that my favorites are “real,” I know that there’s no guarantee.

Ultimately, does it really matter if they’re real or not? After all, they’re entertaining, which is why we watch a lot of the shows we do. Even news programs over the years have changed what they report on and how they do it in a bid to keep our attention—and they’ve got a lot of competition.

I’ve never been on a reality show although, when Survivor was just a couple years old, I planned to apply. I downloaded the application and started plotting out my audition tape—but, because of family, I never actually followed through. Now I don’t think I’d want to do it. My imagination, though…it’s been there, and reality television was one of the early inspirations for my upcoming Matchmaker series.

What about you? Tell me your thoughts on reality TV. Do you love it or hate it? And, if you love it, what’s your favorite one?

If you like romantic suspense, check out this book!

Hello, my friends!  Once a month, I’m going to announce new romance releases from my friends.  This book will be out later this month!!!

In the Darkness

K.M. Scott and Anina Collins

Release date: April 24, 2018

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Throwback Thursday: Then Kiss Me

Then Kiss Me came out in 2012, and it was one of the easiest book titles I ever came up with.  It came from the scene you’ll be teased with here…

“Oh, so you like these guys?” I nodded. “Yeah, there’s definitely hope for you, Casey Williams.” I giggled.

He put the CD in the stereo and turned it up—not too loud but loud enough to drown out the noise below. The delayed guitar riff to “The Passing” started playing, sounding crisp and clear from those gigantic speakers. Scott leaned over and pressed the forward button so it skipped ahead to the next track, “In Your Words,” a heavier song that would better show off the capabilities of the stereo.I could feel the demanding music in my abdomen, in my heart. It was a visceral feeling that grabbed me deep inside and incited the animal inside me. “Sounds fantastic,” I said, closing my eyes to concentrate on the music.

I felt his hands slide around my waist from behind, and my abdomen, my thighs, my neck tensed in response. Oh, shit…I eased out a deep breath. He whispered in my ear, “You like it?”

A shiver charged up my spine. I swallowed and forced my voice to stay calm. “Yeah. Great stereo.” My voice was coming from my throat—hoarse and gravelly. I found my composure and turned around, his arms still wrapped around my waist. He leaned back a little to give me room, but we were close. God…the heat coming off him. I tried not to shudder. I was feeling playful, though, and I asked, “Are you coming on to me?”

He smiled back but kept his distance. “Maybe.” Then, “Why?”

“Because if you aren’t, I’m going to turn back around and listen to this CD. But if you are, I’m going to kiss you.” Holy shit. Had I actually said that? My heart started beating more rapidly.

He stood there for a second, the smile on his face fading into something else. I saw his pupils grow darker as I sucked in a deep breath. “Then kiss me,” he said.

When I moved back home, I was at my most vulnerable: no job, newly divorced from my possessive ex, and living with my parents…which might have been okay if I could get along with my mother.

Once I’m settled in, I find a job quickly—and a guy named Scott who makes my pulse quicken, both because he’s a sexy tattooed drummer and also because he’s an arrogant prick. I love him as much as I hate him—but I’m damaged goods and have no right to him. Besides, this bad boy has his own possessive not to mention his own issues.

Can we heal each other and find redemption, or are we destined to live our lives alone?

For more information or to purchase: Then Kiss Me

 

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Like romance? Then you might like my friends’ new releases!

Hello, my friends!  Once a month, I’m going to announce new romance releases from my friends.  These two books are hot off the press!!! 

Prelude to a Wicked Wedding

Bella Jeanisse

February 14, 2018

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Prelude is book 5 in the Wicked End series

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One Hundred Reasons

Kelly Collins

February 27, 2018

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