Italian Pastries

A/N: I decided that since the title is Italian lol… that I should involve some Italian sentences in each chapter! XD. THESE ARE TRANSLATIONS FROM THE INTERNET, DO NOT QUOTE ME ON THEM PLEASE.

Note: I hope you all understand that this will be a mainly MikamixRaito fic.

But Raito and L will surely get it on, considering how much of a whore Raito is at heart.



Italian Pastries

Chapter two


Our raven haired friend wakes up due to his best friend, straddling him and shaking him like a rag doll. Back and forth, back and forth.

“Mikami-kun! WAAAAAAKEY WAKEY!!!”

“I’m - up - Ra-I-to-kun! S-sto-stop s-shak-ing me-e-e!”

Raito finally stops shaking the older boy and smiles down at his swirl-y eyed friend.

“We need to get up and shower and dress! Grandma and Grandpa expect us to be at the bakery in an hour!”

Sleepily, Mikami nods, arching his back underneath his younger friend as he yawns and stretches, drifting back to a half sleep. A blush forms on Raito’s face, and a smirk crawls over it as he feels a stirring in his loins.

‘Maybe I should just fuck him myself…forget being submissive. I want to get laid! But we have to get moving and I’m hungry…Well a kiss couldn’t hurt.’

Mikami moans quietly as lips cover his, a hot tongue snaking in. His mind still clouded from sleep. He thinks he is dreaming.

‘Oh that feels good. I don’t want to wake up from this dream…so vivid…’

Then Raito pulls away; jumping to his feet he stands over his best friend.

‘Wah? Why no more kissing? I don’t want my dream to end so sooooooon I want to taste Raito-kun more.’ Mikami is incoherent and whiney in the morning.

And perverted.

“Come on Mikami. Get up!”

The raven, in his haze sits up and cracks his eyes open a little.

“I don’t want to-” The ‘dream’ is erased from his mind. His eyes fly wide open when he comes face to face(?) with Raito’s half erect, boxer clad penis. “-wake up?” he finishes with a squeaky voice. His face once more cosplaying as a tomato.

“Hey Mikami, while you’re down there…“

Mikami swallows hard, what would he ask of him? To-to suck him off?

‘If only…’

“…could you hand me my cell phone?”

Raito smirks perversely at his friend. He is so cute when thinking dirty thoughts.

The raven just stares at him for a millisecond, mainly at that devious smirk on his handsome face; why did all those thoughts have to run through his head? Great now his own cock had hardened. Why does he torment him like this?

‘Let me throw you down and torment YOU, you dirty boy! My stress level sky rockets because of you!’

He grabs the phone quickly and hands it to Raito.

“Um, sure here!”

The owner of said cell phone takes his item and glances at the time.

“We now have fifty-five minutes to get ready. We’re gonna have to share the shower.”

Once red, now pale as Raito’s white bed sheets Mikami becomes.

It is quite amusing.

“Share…shower?”

The auburn haired boy laughs and jumps to the floor.

“Come on! Let’s go.”

Smooth fingers curl around long raven locks and the owner is pulled to the bathroom.

Back to tomato red, Mikami will never admit to the other that hair pulling is a turn on for him.

The hot water is running, and Mikami can’t help but stare as the other boy begins to strip, watching intensely as he is once more given access to the grand view of the younger boy’s firm behind. His body is amazing for his age.

In his delusional perverted dreamscape, he had forgotten that he himself needs to strip and is brought back to Earth when he feels hands on his hips.

Tugging on his boxers.

The raven grabs his hands to stop him.

“R-Raito-kun! I can undress myself!”

Those eyes of his; God they were so sadistic. Mikami blushes when his boxers are still pulled down, his freshly formed erection freed from their confinement. He automatically steps out of his boxers by habit.

“Morning wood?”

“I-I, it’s completely natural!”

He blushes as he yells his excuse at the other.

“I know.”

Mikami growls as his blush spreads, Raito just smirks wider.

‘I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face you little tease.’

Raito steps over the barrier of the shower, pulling Mikami in by his hair.

“Since you couldn’t even undress yourself, would you like me to bathe you too?”

The voice is teasing, the eyes are serious.

Mikami’s hands clench as his will to punch Raito grows more. He glares up at the taller boy, hot water streams down his face from his wet hair.

If he continues to tease and bait him with these comments and actions, he very well may do that.

The glare on the older boy’s face is cock stirring. Raito grins.

‘Now we’re getting somewhere.’

“Well, should I, Mikami-sempai?”

‘You want to play games little boy? Fine we’ll play games!’

“That’s Mikami-sama to you! And you better do a damn good job!”

The amber eyes of the taller boy glow with excitement, as his body quivers at the demanding tone of the shorter boy.

What a fucking turn on.

‘Houston, we have lift off!’

“Of course Mikami-sama. I promise to do a good job.”

Being as gentle as possible, Raito takes the loofa in the shower and lathers it with apple cinnamon shower gel and begins to clean Mikami off.

He takes his time as he touches him, with both the loofa and his hands; he makes sure he takes care of every part, including the hard erection he wants so badly to be inside him.

Mikami’s chocolate eyes focus on Raito’s amber ones as this deed is performed; he keeps his face still as stone. He doesn’t do anything as Raito is pressed to him when his arms go around him to wash his back.

He slips his eyes closed as apple scented shampoo is worked into his hair.

Then the conditioner is lathered up.

The raven swallows his sounds of pleasure.

Raito gasps when he is grabbed into an embrace.

“Mikami-sama?”

He is still playing.

“I must bathe my servant, in reward for doing such a good job.”

“Thank you, Mikami-sama.”

Raito doesn’t hold back his cries of pleasure when his body is cleansed. Especially when he is cleansed there…

Twenty minutes have passed by the time the two boys climb from the shower.

Sayu will be upset when she wakes up to take her shower, the hot water will have been all used up by her fathers early morning shower, and the boys’ long shower.

Their morning erections have not been fixed though. The towels around their waists’ weren’t doing much to hide that fact.

Mikami has resumed being his normal shy and quiet self as he blow dries his long hair with his hair dryer.

Raito bathes in the after glow of his pride in Mikami. He let himself go for a little while, and he got what he wanted.

Maybe he would break free completely after more provocation; he seemed to respond well to Raito’s constant teasing. Well…torment.

He also likes to laugh at him when he puts on his make up.

“You still put on that eye liner?”

Raito glares, the light mocha brown eyeliner pencil in his hand.

“Yes! It gives my eyes more pop to them!”

Mikami breaks into a fit of giggles; it grows louder when he is nudged.

“Pop? Wow Raito, you sound like a girl.”

“You spend time to straighten you hair!”

“…you still wear make up and also, you spend time making your hair look perfect!”

“…SHUT UP!”

With a growl, the taller boy goes back to putting a thin line of mocha eyeliner on his lower lid and then the other. He takes the nude eye shadow and spreads a thin sheer of it over the upper lids and goes outward enough so they have a slight shimmer.

Mikami smiles as he finishes his hair.

Even if it’s girly, his crush looks good with that little bit of make up.

Those amber eyes are extra gorgeous now.

He curses himself mentally as his cock throbs again.

Need to stop thinking about Raito, it doesn’t help.

Damn.

-

Throughout breakfast, which consists of two bowls of cereal, the two boys play footsy. No emotion of the activity occurring under the table plays on their faces or in their voices. It happens a lot.

Raito is reading the paper; he reads one of the headlines ‘The Mysterious L Lawliet’s Next Novel due in August! More on page 3b’

‘L Lawliet?wait, is L‘s-’

His train of thought is interrupted as Sayu joins them for breakfast, with damp hair, eating a piece of toast; she questions them about why her shower had to be cold this morning.

Raito is about to give an honest answer.

Then mom comes into the room.

Sayu is disappointed, but continues nibbling her toasty goodness.

The boys finish their not so filling meal and shove off, destination: The Bakery.

-

“Abbastanza stallo! Tempo di lavoro. There is only so much room in the back, especially since we have a huge order. Since Mikami wanted to learn our famous crème puff recipe we’ll take him back here first to make them. Raito, you will be taking orders and manning the counter. We will have you ice cupcakes or prepare trays up here if need be. After lunch you two will switch.”

The boys nod and Raito’s grandmother beams.

“Alright, get to work! Come along Mikami-kun.”

The raven follows the older woman, she is taller than him as well…why must he be so short?

Raito sighs and goes to the counter, spying two girls observing the cookies. Swiftly he pulls on his charming smile and proceeds to con them into buying the goodies.

-

Mikami sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth

As instructed he stretches the floury dough, until it is paper thin, this task proves to be quite tedious and requires full attention, lest he wished to start over if any holes in the dough would form. Heaven forbid!

Grandma would scold him gently and tell him to start over, but Grandpa liked to smack him upside his head.

With the dough completely stretched, he begins gathering it into folds, layering and layering it. This is what gives the pastry its light, fluffy, crunch. After the folding is finally done, the dough is laid across the extremely long work bench that is coated in flour. The dough looks like an 8 foot pale snake.

“Grandpa? How is this looking?”

The older male comes over, holding a large bowl filled with powdered sugar and cinnamon and several other delicious flavorings, while still sprinkling some obscure ingredient into it. He observes Mikami’s work carefully and nods.

“Good work Teru, now what you are gonna do next it use the sharpest knife we have,” Grandpa points to the knife rack across the room, “and cut off about three inches at a time, and make them into a knot almost, understand?”

Mikami’s eyes bunch together.

“I’m sorry grandpa, I’m not sure what you mean by ‘a knot almost‘.”

“Mama mia! Per amore di Dio! Quante volte deve mi spiego a voi persone? Ho bisogno di organizzare la tua mano troppo?”

Mikami twitches in annoyance. Why must the grandparents randomly start speaking Italian when upset or excited? The teen is only fluent in English, Japanese, and Chinese; he had yet to get around to the grammatical nightmares of Italian/French/Spanish.

“I’m sorry, I-”

Grandpa shakes his hand in Mikami’s face as he walks away to place the mixing bowl down.

“Un momento, per favore.”

“Grandpa, you know I don’t understand you, right?”

The look on the elder mans face when he returns with the sharp knife, informs him to stop complaining or he’d be given something to complain about.

“Why haven’t you learned Italian yet? You’ve known us for years and you still don’t know!? The language is beautiful! I learned it at your age!”

“Sorry…”

“Vergogna, vergogna…meh, now watch, I’m only gonna do this once.”

Watching closely, Mikami observes Grandpa cut the dough with the knife into a section of three inches. He takes the two ends of the dough and makes a ring, but the bottom is closed and it looks more like a distorted cup.

Mikami stares at Grandpa, questioning his level of sanity.

“You call that a knot?”

“Monello, watch your mouth, I’m the one holding the knife!”

“Sorry, I get it now, thank you.”

“Mh…get to work. When you‘re done with the preparation, put them on the greased tray and put them in the oven, be careful because it is very hot.”

Grandpa places the knife on the counter and walks away, back to his mixing bowl.

‘I wish Raito-kun was back here with me, there is more room than Grandma claims.’

With a sigh, Mikami goes back to work, doing exactly as the older male instructed.

-

Currently reaching inside one of the display cases to get a customer’s treats is Raito, bearing an annoyed expression. The teenage boy on the other side of the glass deserves a punch in the mouth.

“This one?”

“No, the one on your left.”

Raito moves his gloved hand to his left, hovering over an extra large, dark chocolate truffle. Another one of his grandparent’s specialties.

“No, your other left!”

“This is my left.”

Regardless of which direction the annoying customer is commanding he grabs the milk chocolate truffle and pulls it out.

“Well you don’t have to be rude! And I wanted two.”

Sighing, Raito pulls another truffle out and places them on the scale, weighing them and then enters the price into the register.

“Will that be all sir?”

“Yes. How much?”

The teenager begins fishing out his wallet to pay.

“697.85 yen.”

Nodding the boy pulls out a thousand yen note and hands it to Raito, who enters the amount into the register and the drawer pops open with a ding! and Raito gives him his change along with the packaged treats.

“Have a nice day.”

“…”

The customer leaves, glaring at the next person walking in.

Raito’s heart skips a beat as his amber eyes meet mysterious slate eyes. He is shocked that the man stuck to his word.

“L-san… You came back.”

“Hello Raito-kun…” Those eyes twinkle with mischief, and the younger boy swallows hard. “Of course I came back, I told you I would.”

“Oh yea…”

L’s pale lips curve into a knowing smirk as he slouches his way to the counter with his hands deep inside his pockets. His dirty white shoes are untied, dragging across the floor as he walks.

“When do you have break Raito-kun?”

Raito takes a moment to glance at the clock and then looks around the bakery sitting area. An older Japanese couple occupies the window table eating coffee cake and cappuccinos, other than that; there isn’t anyone else but them.

“I can take a break now I suppose. Is there anything you would like?”

“Mh…I’ll take a half dozen dark chocolate covered strawberries and…some of the Neapolitan cookies and a slice of chocolate cheese cake.”

“For right now?”

L simply smiles.

‘What an appetite.’

Raito moves to the display case and begins pulling out the treats the older male had ordered and rings them up for him, placing them on a tray.

“3875.48 yen please.”

L pays him and takes his tray of goodies to a table in the corner. Raito numbly follows him around the counter and takes a seat across from him. He notes how the other male has his feet on the chair, knees against his chest and he is peering at him over his knees with calculating eyes.

“So Raito-kun….”

“Hm?” Raito watches as L picks up his fork with the tips of his thumb and forefinger and carefully forks a bite of cheesecake.

“Is it true that you have been at the top of your class since grade school?”

Struck with surprise, Raito pauses before answering and looks into L’s eyes. Something told him that this was more of statement than the question it masqueraded as.

“Yes, it is. Why do you ask?”

L’s lips curl into a smile before taking a bite of his cheesecake and then helping himself to a strawberry. He speaks around his food though.

“No particular reason, but I am quite impressed at your skill level at such a young age, is there any other activities besides soaring academically that you enjoy?”

Raito fights down a blush as L slowly sucks the chocolate off of his chilled strawberry, but he allows a knowing smirk to grace his features when he spies the twinkling in the others eyes.

He is momentarily distracted as the older couple exit the bakery, leaving the two males by themselves. This could be unhealthy.

“I have a strange feeling that you already know what they are L-san.”

“Mh, very observant Raito-kun. How do you figure that I know?”

“Information about my school hobbies and interests, let alone my grades and class standing are easily obtainable by anyone.”

“Of course. You have some very interesting hobbies, but the fact that you occasionally assist your father with his detective work struck my interest the most. Along with your tennis champion achievement in junior high school, I myself play the sport.”

For some reason that last statement did not surprise the amber eyed teen.

“Really…”

“Yes.” L nudges the tray towards Raito and smiles. “Help yourself, I don’t mind.”

Raito eyes the large, perfectly decorated strawberries; they are taunting him silently. Italian Dark Chocolate, his Grandma’s own special recipe, and his own personal favorite. Delicately, he plucks one of the strawberries from the tray and brings it to his nose to inhale the sweet scent, his eyes slide closed as his mind swims from the amazing smell. Carefully he bites into the tip of the strawberry, being careful to not flake off the precious chocolate. Raito moans in delight as the combination of dark chocolate and juicy strawberry touches his tongue.

“Mhmmm…..”

While Raito is enjoying his delicious treat, unbeknownst to him, the much older male sitting across from him is sporting a slackened jaw and a freshly formed erection in his jeans. He has to remind himself that if he isn’t careful with any situation around the younger boy, he could go to jail, and his good name would be ruined.

“I take it that you enjoy strawberries as much as I do, if not more, right Raito-kun?”

Raito pauses in his molestation of the innocent strawberry and flushes a bit red, staring into those slate eyes once more.

“I suppose I do, they are my favorite after all.”

L smirks at Raito’s flushed face and takes another bite of his cheesecake.

“I see. So tell me Raito-kun, what do you intend to do after high school?”

Before answering, the younger male finishes off his strawberry, giving his words some thought. Should he be completely honest with L-san? What could it hurt?

“Well…with my grades, it would be easy for me to enter any college or university I want. My father has been looking into getting me an internship where he works; he is Chief of Police here and Head of the Task Force. Even though I enjoy detective work, I don’t want that type of future. After my Grandparents moved back from Italy and set up their bakery, I fell in love with the culinary arts and I want to take over this bakery someday. Problem is, is that my father doesn’t want that.”

“Is that right?”

Raito nods, smiling at the other. L nods in response, and takes the last bite of his cheesecake.

“Well I wish you luck with that, if your father truly loves you, he’ll let you live your dream.”

“Ah, thank you L-san…”

Raito stares at L for a moment, studying the man’s features, the shape of his jaw, taking in his height and tone of voice. Just how old is he? He doesn’t look to be much older than twenty-five. This could be dangerous, considering his growing attraction to the man; Japan isn’t to kind to adult/child relationships of the sexual nature. Nor would his father like to hear about him chasing after someone much older or of the male genitalia.

“Something wrong Raito-kun?”

L’s voice snaps him from his thoughts and he smiles sheepishly. L predicts his next question.

“Not to be rude, but I think it would be fair to ask your age, since you’ve already asked mine.”

L’s prediction is proven true.

“I was wondering when you’d ask; I am twenty-three years old this Halloween.”

Raito frowns, he didn’t want to hear that. So many problems could come from this.

“Another problem Raito-kun?”

L hides a smirk by nibbling on a Neapolitan cookie; it would seem that Raito’s thoughts have begun to match his own.

“No, it’s just - well I don’t think my family would approve of me soliciting with people so much older than me. My father especially doesn’t trust anyone.”

L doesn’t hide this smirk; minority or not, getting into this kid's pants sounded like fun, considering how much of a trouble maker he seemed to be. But jail didn’t seem like a very fun place to live.

“I see; why should this bother you Raito-kun? If you don’t think you should be soliciting with me, as you so carefully put it, then tell me so and I’ll leave at once.”

Raito jumps at his statement and stutters out an apology.

“N-no! It doesn’t bother me!, it’s just that I don’t like hiding things from my parents. I think I should be able to choose my friends as I see fit.”

“So you have secret 'friendships' and lie to your parents?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“I wouldn’t know Raito-kun; I have never had a friend to keep secret, or any parents to lie to.”

Raito flushes and begins stuttering out another apology. Why is he so flustered around this man?

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you-”

L’s chuckling stops him mid-sentence.

“Don’t worry Raito-kun, I’m used to it. I’m not easily offended, but it seems you are easily flustered, around me at least.”

Raito scowls and looks away, trying to fight his blush away.

Damn L for being as tricky as he is.

“Have nothing to say dear Raito-kun?”

Raito turns to look back at him and leans back in his chair in surprise at the close proximity of the other male. L had perched himself on the table somehow without him noticing and had decided to invade his very personal space. Suddenly his chair tips over in his efforts to keep his distance, crashing to the floor and he falls to the ground - at least he thought he was going to, until L grabbed his neatly pressed button down shirt, effectively wrinkling it.

“I’d be careful if I were you Raito-kun, wouldn’t want to bruise your precious body.” L pauses and decides to be a bit…blunt. “And what a nice body it is.”

Dismissing the fact that L had just used a horrible, overly used cliché, he focuses on the fact that he was just hit on by the older male, and blushes fiercely.

“L-L-san…I-I…um…”

The male perched on the table top smirks wider, still supporting Raito by his dress shirt. It occurs to him that L must have very good balance and strong arm muscles.

“Yes Raito-kun?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Well, since you don’t remember, I have a request to ask of you.”

“Y-yes?”

“Would it be alright if I tried kissing you?”

Raito is stunned.

Did he really just ask him that?

It is wrong on so many levels for him to ask him of this!

But still.

He feels numb from the question and answers accordingly.

“You don’t seem to be the type to ask for something L-san.”

A quiet laugh escapes L’s lips and he nods.

“How observant of you.”

With unpracticed ease, L covers Raito’s lips with his own gently, savoring the feeling. Who knows if this will be what sends him to jail? A mere kiss? The younger boy could easily claim assault and molestation by the way he is holding him.

“Nipote!? What was the noise? Is everything okay up front?”

L nearly drops Raito to the floor when the only thing separate Raito’s grandmother from viewing them is the swinging door leading to the back room.

Raito almost chokes on his words.

“E-everything is fine Grandma, I just knocked over a chair when clearing.”

Raito figured that she had heard the crash and thought nothing of it, but when no sound was heard for several moments, it could lead to a worrisome grandmother.

“Alright dear, just be more careful.”

She walks away from the door to go back to her work and Raito and L look back at each other. L pulls Raito to his feet and he climbs down from the table.

“L-san I-”

The amber eyed teen is silenced when he is thrust against the wall and those slate eyes pierce his soul.

“Sh…”

Raito nods as he swallows hard.

What is L going to do to him?

“It is apparent that we have developed a sexual attraction for each other over the past twenty four hours. This is unusual for me, but I’ll go along with it. Whether it be because of our looks or our obvious ability to keep up with each others thoughts I don’t know, but I’m interested in you.”

Raito nods, this could be dangerous, L’s eyes make that clear.

“I could be arrested for interacting with you like this because of your age, do you understand?”

He nods again.

“Do you want us to continue these actions and will you allow anything further?”

Raito stares at him still. Was he asking him to be his fuck buddy?

L nods to him, and he realizes that they are pretty much still on the same wave length.

“I-…I’ve wanted a release for a long time…” Raito begins, whispering as quietly as possible. “But…I don’t know you…”

L shakes his head and smiles lightly.

“I’m not asking you to jump into bed with me at the moment, but we could continue to get to know each other. We’ve only known each other for a day and doing things of that nature so soon is probably not in either of our best interests.”

“You make it sound like a business plan. But I do want to get to know you more, as you said, our attraction is obvious.”

L smirks and presses against the younger boy.

“I’m just as inexperienced as you, so don’t worry.” L presses a kiss to Raito’s cheeks and pulls away, relaxing into his signature hunch. “I should go, before your family sees me. If we want this to be kept as secret as possible, it’s best they not know I exist.”

Raito nods, his body is tingling from their previous closeness.

“When will I get to see you again?”

L smiles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know the time and place.”

“How?”

He shakes his head at the younger boy and picks up the tray of goodies and hands it to Raito.

“I’ll let you know.”

L winks at him and walks out of the bakery, his dirty white shoe laces dragging along the ground.

Raito watches after him and realizes his heart is pounding. This summer would prove itself to be quite interesting, that’s for sure.

The teen looks down at the tray to see what is left over and is greeted by the neat organization of the cookies and left over strawberries in a specific pattern. He quickly realizes that L spread out numbers, nine numbers in fact.

75-518-3165

It must be his cell phone number

Raito smiles as he quickly logs the number to memory and packages the leftovers, storing them for later. He begins straightening the “dinning area” and cleaning the tables.

This summer would be very, very interesting.

Mikami suddenly comes through the swinging door, his face flushed and his bangs plastered to his forehead.

“Your Grandfather is a slave drive Raito-kun!”

Said teen looks at his best friend and grins like a Cheshire cat.

“That’s my Grandpa! Did he yell at you for breathing too often or something?”

Mikami collapses into a chair at the table Raito is clearing, miserably laying his forehead on the cool surface.

“Something like that…ngh…Raito-kun, could you get me a glass of water please?”

Rolling his eyes, Raito goes to get the requested item and takes all the willpower he has to not dump it on Mikami’s head. Instead he places it on the table.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

Mikami nearly inhales half the glass before setting it back down.

“It gets warm back there quickly. So, anyone interesting come in?”

Raito freezes in setting the dishes on the counter.

Should he tell him?

No…

It would break his heart, and who knew what he would do then.

Carefully he sets the dishes down and leans over the counter.

“Not really, I just had a couple of highly frustrating customers. You know, the norm.”

The older teens smile is pleasing. IT always made Raito happy to see his best friend smile.

“Don’t I know it, well Grandma wants you to go back and work the second half of the shift after my crème puffs are filled. I’ve still got to mix the crème portion. So when I come back out, you’ll be able to go in and work with that sadist you call your grandfather.

Raito simply laughs as he watches his friend stretch and then walk back to backroom.

He finds himself thinking about L and his phone number for the rest of the day.

-TBC-

A/N: The number was found on a random number generator site and the first two digits off a calling list on the internet.

I hope you all liked it!

Definitions!

Abbastanza stallo! Tempo di lavoro : Enough Stalling! Time to work.

Per amore di Dio! : For the love of God!

Quante volte deve mi spiego a voi persone? : Why must I explain myself to you people always?

Ho bisogno di organizzare la tua mano troppo? : Do you want me to hold your hand too?

Un momento, per favore. : One minute please.

Vergogna, vergogna: shame, shame.

Montello : brat (roughly)

Nipote: Grandson

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