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  1. Thanks to the wonderful creator of Told to, this story is openly inspired from the legendary masterpiece made by PeeHour, with their consent of course. The story I'll create will be slightly historically factual, some real events will happen in the timeline, while adding fictional characters and stuff to not have much problems of accuracy of existing people and events, and I would like to start at the Victorian-era-like, and making a generational thing that follows the character's engendered kids in the long term future, I will jump from when they form a couple directly to when they will be adults of course, so for rapid example we will see A's accidents, then A is barely flirting with someone, then we directly fastforward to their kids B at the same age of them in the first arc of chapters. In consequence maybe after a couple of chapters I would change time and get to new characters, or maybe a new family even, visiting countries and local life at the same time. I tried to stay out of most sexual tensions for once, but there will be romantic vibes certainly, don't worry I'll warn about anything too much naughty in a certain chapter, I'm not even planning to write any for now. It is around spring, the sun wakes up to warm everyday the ground, the leaves and the trees, but also Alice, a working class woman, that is brown-haired and have beautiful clear green eyes. Her shape is not wide, she is not abusing food honestly and also she wears common clothes. She often have a black or quiet dress, that fits her actual shyness. Her mother, Anastasia, is always so busy with her work, so she is not home now. This day, Alice stood in the couch most length of it, playing board games or chatting with her little sister or their caregiver. Alice is 23, she have her little sister Eleanor who is 20 y/o next to her, they have been both under orders of Juliana, for two days now. Juliana is a friend of the family, also she always have been their maidservant, babysitter and all, so they know her, even more than their own parents, they are too busy for really taking care of them anyway. They bring money to buy food, and it takes all the time to work at the fields or the early manufactory. Alice grabs her wooden token of the boardgame she is playing with Eleanor. She think what to do next. But she is fidgeting a tiny bit. "Are you okay? You look a bit stressed or something." Asks Eleanor. Sometimes she changed position in the last half hour, and it started to be often, then again and again. She feel her bladder is quite full right now, not really to the point of being desperate, but not really far from that. "I um..." She mumbles quietly. "I need to pee." She tells her. "Oh no." Replies her little sister. "Do you really have to go?" "Yes. Actually." Alice answer. "Do you think you can make it until tomorrow?" Eleanor asks. "No, I don't think so. I could really use the bathroom, but I'm afraid it's too late already..." She whispers. She glances at the kitchen which is meters away, and Juliana is cleaning bowls from their dinner. She cutely sings or whistle some happy melodies that can be heard in market or festive events and stuff. "Yeah I think it's too late for going outside... You should have gone earlier." She tells her. "Yes I know! But you asked about playing that game I like so much, I've forgotten!" She tries to quietly speak and slightly replace some of the fault on her. Juliana stops to sing, she have done the dishes, and is walking towards them. "You had forgotten what, Alice?" She asks. "Like what is it? Oh nothing." She replies shyly. Alice place the token on a tile. "Your guard take 4 damage." She smiles at Eleanor. "No, I use my knight special ability." She contradicts. "You can't, he is not close enough." She denies her. "Firstly, yes I can, and secondly, my knight is a she." She reports to her sister. "Oh your knight is a she huh?" She smirks. "She won't get to marry the princess then, does she?" She asks. "Yes she is going to." She affirms. "Okay then. I move my guard here." They lead further their plays, and Juliana pours some white wine from a bottle there is near on the table. The sound of the liquid pouring is really not helping Alice, who continues to wiggle and start to be actually desperate about her need. She feel her waterstorage quite rather full and can't really concentrate efficiently, clenching and unclenching her legs, knees and thighs together, in will to decrease the need a bit. She once even let out a deep sigh as the will of go strikes her more and more. "Are you okay Alice? What's wrong?" Asks Juliana. "Nothing. Everything is fine." She replies, without even sounding correct. "No clearly something is bothering you. Tell me." She request an answer in her naturally heartwarming voice. She blushes a bit, in shame of her forgetting. "I have to pee, miss..." She confesses. "Oh." She replies. Alice get her hand on her face, so ashamed, and scared of her growing need in her lowerbelly. She surely won't hold until the sun rises again. "You know it's freezing cold outside after dinner." She reminds her. "You can't access the toilets for now." The dry toilets, in a little wooden hut, are at the tip of the garden, around 10 or 20 meters, behind the long grass section that will freeze her little feet. When she hesitate to ask to go for it even with the air temperature, she reminds her bare feet are on straw or gravel of the lowcost house of them right now, she only have lowtier shoes in the entry that aren't gonna protect her cute feet from the coldness. Since the only common drink there is at the time is wine, it is not helping to overfill her whimsical bladder. Alice get her hands between her legs, since she is not hidden anymore, she can truly hold herself. "Oh sweetie I'm sorry for you..." She says. "Do you have to go that bad?" "Yes, I truly do..." She confesses. "Well. I guess you should just go." The maidservant stated. "Where?" She replies, not fully understanding, glancing around trying to find what she could do in. "Yourself." She replies, smiling because of amazement on Alice face. "You mean... Right now? On the couch?" She asks, surprised she could not have to endure the outside coldness. "Yes. I'll just wash the cover in the river tomorrow, that's it." She explains. In a matter of fact, the thing they call "the couch" is an old, almost broken or odd wooden plank hold in two hub of wood, on the top of it is located a quite puffy, barely ample piece of cloth or cover, that is useful to not have wood splinter spiking through our clothes too easily after sitting on the couch for a long time. "You really mean it's not a problem if I go on the couch?" She asks again, never sure enough. "Yes. I'll wash it tomorrow. Like your current clothes." She replies. "Really? But why do toilets exists then?" Asks Eleanor, in the same surprise as her sister. "Because the cover is gonna stench if you go in it all the time at some point. We can't clean it at random hours in winter's mornings." Alice is almost convinced, but there is a last thing she needs to know before she tries to do something else. "Wait. Would you tell mother?" She asks, a bit scared. "No. She would not really appreciate her grown up daughter acted like she is a baby." She states. "But... Does it really makes me a baby if I do?" She continues to ask. "Hey there. You know I won't judge you girls. It is not wrong to be who you are okay?" She comforts them. "That said, you won't be able to swear you are very dry and toilet trained. I just wanna warn you, you could be disgusted or feeling weak of yourself, personally I don't care of your choice, you are adults, it's up to you." She explains to them. Alice and Eleanor looks at eachother. Alice is still desperate, but don't really change her mind for now. "No, I can't do that, it's so improper to even think about it." She deny herself. Juliana stands up, her glass of wine finished that she let on one of the kitchen furnitures, and walks over to the rooms to prepare the beds or something, letting Eleanor and Alice alone by themselves. "So. What are you going to do?" Eleanor asks very subtly, curious. "Are you really going to go yourself?" "Well. In fact, I have asked for it, but I don't think I could have held it much longer anyway." She speaks quietly. "What are you waiting for then? Just go!" She whispers. "You're not going to judge me or anything?" She asks to her. "Of course not. I could be in your situation right now. I would not like you to mock me. So I won't do it to you." She explains. "Besides, get rid of it already, I want to finish the boardgame before going to bed." "Okay... Well..." She replies, shyly. She look down, her sister looking right at her, they are both wearing jeanlike skirts and white shirt or such, Alice's legs are clenched together, her knees fidgeting. She tries to relax, it is difficult but a bit instinctively she know she have to try to dream about being sat on toilets, it is so stranger and more comfortable than the harsh wooden plank and the hole, but after some seconds, the strong ache helping for that, she feel her pelvic tingles. She senses a first shy spurt, making a little noise when it's freely hitting the cover, then a wild rush gushes out of her, loud and fastly making her skirt wet at her butt, recovering her buttcheeks in warmth, the sensation is so strange to feel the liquid staying so close to her, usually it's something everyone hates and try to throw it away, but she don't know why, she really prefer to stay in this warmness. The torches aren't really enough to be nicely warm inside buildings, but now, there is another source of heat. And she is the cause of it. "Wow, you really needed to go!" States Eleanor, after a good moment. The flow finally starts to slow down and stop after a while, and it looks like it have been all absorbed by the cloth piece. Eleanor didn't even tried to move away a bit or something, she seems not disgusted by that, but not specially interested in it too. She is just happy for her sister, that is now patently feeling better. "Finally." She smiles. "Well, my cleric curse your crusader." She says, rapidly inside the game again. "No! I have the special 'sent from my papacy' prophecy!" She giggles, moving on as fast as her sister. After playing around a bit more, they got to bed, and they both slept well...
  2. There are a few sites with threads discussing this topic, but I didn't see a thread here. Most of you may want to talk about Victorian ladies, but I think about the males. The lower classes weren't too fussy about where and when they'd pee, both genders using the street gutter when necessary, but the upper class folks had to be more genteel about it. Women might retire to a private place or pretend fainting or whatever, since they were the "weaker sex", but a gentleman couldn't show that "weakness". When out in the country, a lady's voluminous dress might let her relieve herself on the ground without notice, but a man's pants without a fly would make it more complicated for him. A gentleman couldn't be so crude as to indicate he needed to pee! Because water was most likely contaminated, they drank lots of tea, wine and other diuretic beverages. Imagine courting a lady, sipping cup after cup of tea, and bursting for a piss! What was a guy to do?
  3. Well, hi! For months I've searched for an omo fiction about this show but without success, also my fav ship is Cora/Robert (Cora is my absolute fav character) which means it's even harder. Soooo I thought "the hell, I'm doing it." I saw there's a lot of topics about the Victorian Era and since my story is set in 1890 ca I read some of them.. which are mostly about the middle class or lower ones; Downton Abbey, of course, revolves around the higher classes, being Cora and Robert a Countess and an earl (I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens, so to speak), so I thought I'd give my take on the following events. That said, it's fiction so everything that's wrong according to the period, please note that is for narrative purposes. Also, I'm not a native but I like this language very much, every grammatic error or spelling mistake is mine. Don't roast me on that.. not much! Eheh, I'll try my best. Oh, yes, it's multichapter. So if you like this, please let me know and I'll post more as soon as I can ;) A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: none (desperation) Chapter 1: Tea Party It was her first tea party as a married woman and Cora couldn't have been more excited. Since she married Robert Crawley, in February, everyone started to look her in a different way: not the American Princess with a lot of money anymore, but a simple woman that earned her right to be in the strict English society. And since a baron, friend of the family, who recently got married himself, had planned to organize a tea party for May, every important family of the Yorkshire had devoted months to buy the finest frocks, jewels for the lady and carved canes for the lords to win an unannounced competition for the best look during the opening party for the summer. Because looks were everything. Cora knew that very well and had to keep that in mind this time particularly, since it was her first time as Countess, as Robert's wife, Violet's daughter-in-law. It was like her society debut all over again, except this time there wouldn't be just one king whose eyes were keen on inspect her for thirty second top, no, there would have been hundreds of kings and queens, much more critical and attentive, ready to judge her at her first tiny mistake, and for hours. Violet had dedicated her entire time for weeks to instruct the girl on that particular day, so she could not misbehave and make her son's terrible choice of wife at least look decent. Cora could sense Violet's close eyes on each breath she took, judging harshly – silently, with stern glances – the way she talked, the way she forced her laugh whenever a silly bachelor teased her about her birth country, the way she walked among other much more elegant, in Violet's eye, English girls her age, even the way she sipped her tea. Cora felt it all. And of course, it was a damper on her entire mood. Her excitement, also, had dropped considerably since her expectations hadn't exactly turned up as she'd imagined. Yes, girls and boys were more open with her, they sometimes talked to her, but basically, she just felt the outcast of the group. Robert couldn't help, she couldn’t blame him. He had to stay with his male friends, just like the code imposed; as for her, she was supposed to hang around other young countesses or baronesses or duchesses around her age, but she felt like they all snobbed her.. without even bother to hide their intentions with much effort at all! Cora hated it all, but she had to admit that when Violet said that everyone looked at her with a different eye, she was right. They hadn't stopped their teasing, but they had indeed stopped looking down on her and if they did, their envy was quite blatant.. Violet told her that she should've felt proud at least for that, or look like she was. Even if she didn't feel she belonged there, she had to act like it for Robert and yes, after all, there was room for improvement, she could see that. It was her chance to start with the right foot and within a couple of years, maybe, she would have blended in with the others snobs and aristocrat. She could do it. That party was her baptism. She must have been impeccable. And being impeccable also included never ask where the loo was, right in the middle of a conversation about Paris. Cora pretended to listen to the mistress of the house as she babbled about her honeymoon in the city of love, nodding when she saw the other nodding, sipping the smallest amount of tea once in a while not to look weird being the only one not drinking tea during a tea party. Each girl around her gulped down cup after cup in the most gracious ways all the while biting on biscuits and chatting on every silly subject. Cora had troubles finish her first one. Not that she didn't like the mix of special of tea leaves, of course, but currently she was cursing herself for that cup of tea during her breakfast in the Abbey, that glass of water she took right before the meal and all the wine that Robert offered her to taste. No, actually she was cursing herself for having skipped a loo stop right before leaving for the tea party. But the thought, back then, just had slipped her mind: she'd been too excited and impatient.. for nothing. And now she was in trouble. Her need had made itself known right after their arrival, few hours before when she stepped out of the carriage and gravity took over her bladder. She'd been able to ignore that bothering sensation quite well, distracting herself with talking and strolling in the gardens whenever someone suggested something, but she couldn't have avoided that three or four toasts in honor of the newlywed and consequently she had to drink three or four flutes of champagne accordingly. She'd stopped counting, by then. And right now it was five o'clock, so she just had to enjoy a good cup of hot steaming tea. Cora wasn't enjoying it at all. She'd considered asking someone where the loo was, but to whom? And then, she was just too shy to ask in front of everyone, since girls apparently lived as a group rather than individuals and men, well, they were out of questions. Violet couldn’t be bothered or course and then.. would it be appropriate in the first place? How come a problem like that had never come up during their “lessons”? Yes, back at home she could go visit the bathroom whenever she pleased but still, none of them had thought of that natural inconvenience? Why everyone else seemed so calm? Was she the only human needing to pee in there? Impossible, seen the amount of liquids everyone had gulped down since they first arrived. Cora shut her eyes and took a sharp, small, breath. Eight hours. Eight hours since she woke up at nine, that day, eight hours since she'd relieved herself, eight hours she'd been holding and waiting to do that again. Eight hours. She couldn't think of that. “You don't like your tea, dear?” “What?” Cora shot her eyes open, blushing when she noticed that the small group of four people was staring right at her. Not much people, but still four, judging, a few years older wives like her. “You can tell me,” the Baroness continued with a fake smile “if the mix is too much for you.” Cora smiled back, hating that she implied that her American taste wasn't sophisticated enough. She knew each zinger too well, by now. “No, it's delicious.” she replied, rotating her cup with a graceful gesture of her wrist. She was pretending to mix the colored liquid when actually she was just considering the amount she had to drink. She mirrored the other woman when she took a sip and did the same, with the only difference of gulping her half-cup down in one go. Maybe it had been a mistake. It hadn't been that graceful and light giggles had started to spread. Well, at least she had finished her cup. “Another one?” This time, Cora was sure that the Baroness had smirked. Maybe she knew? Impossible. “Thank you.” she politely smiled at the footman refilling her cup, immediately sipping some to prove.. well, something to the Baroness. It seemed to work, because the conversation went on and everybody unfocused their attention from her. The pressure in her lower stomach started to bother her more than it should have. And still she had a couple of hours before the party would be over, a carriage ride to survive until the Abbey and then, oh sweet heaven, she should've changed for dinner, meaning she could visit her bathroom without problems at all. The only question was if she would have make it. But then again she'd been holding for hours and her need had just started to bother her considerably, what were two more abundant hours? Cora sipped again from her cup, crossing her ankles so she could press harder her thighs together. That seemed to help. Because a proper Lady would never cross her legs, even if that was what she wanted to do, badly. She fidgeted a little on the spot, shifting on the edge of the stuffed chair she was sitting – alone, fortunately – creating a light friction against the aching area with her clothes. It helped too and all when unnoticed. Being the outcast had its advantages. From that moment on, she focused herself on crossing and uncrossing her ankles, changing position on her chair every now and then, trying so hard to distract her brain from her need and focus on the conversation. It did lack of interesting subjects, so that too was a challenge for her as well. By the time she'd finished her second cup, her nails unwillingly dug into the arm of the chair. She relaxed her hand before anyone could notice, but it was clear to her that she would have never make it through the party without humiliating herself and ridicule the entire family. A countess, in her twenties, that peed herself in the middle of a party, in front of everyone. She would have been the laughingstock of the English society for generations. And Robert? She couldn't do that to Robert! All because she'd refused to ask where the bathroom was? She refused to be that shy. The embarrassment for that question would have easily faded, but the embarrassment of losing control of her own body in front of the Yorkshire? Never. “Are you all right, Cora?” The Baroness asked with a smirk. That sadistic woman almost seemed to enjoy her discomfort, even if she didn't know the source of it. No, Cora was sure she was enjoying it and the other ladies too. How mean. “Yes.” She lied. Her voice cracked a little and she felt hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Cora tried to dissimulate with a smile. “I just need some air, it's a little too warm in here.” of course no one would offer to accompany her. But Cora was happy it happened, this time. She would have searched for a maid and ask for her help or at least where the toilet was; that wasn't forbidden, was it? “You're right. We'll take a stroll with the men, later, before the farewells.” The Baroness informed, unimpressed by her sudden departure “You'll join?” “Of course.” Cora nodded with a grateful smile “If you'll excuse me.” She waited for the Baroness to give her permission to leave – which took a while – and then she stood up. Cora was happy that no one was watching her, because it was blatant that something was wrong with her. As soon as her body left the support of the chair and the safety of a sitting position, she realized how heavy her bladder actually was. It felt like a brick stuck inside of her. A liquid brick. Moving down. She shot her eyes open for a while, fearing the worst. Cora didn't bother to check if everything was fine, if she could walk trusting her muscles, she just bolted away, trying to ignore the surprised giggles fading behind her, whispering wanders and suppositions. Luckily – or not – the few she heard were wrong. She was walking quickly, her back stiff, both loving and hating the corset for supporting her back and pushing mercilessly against her full bladder. Without it she would walk doubled-over, making quite obvious her embarrassing need, yet her stomach would have had much more room to expand. What a blessed curse. Cora didn't remember that house being so big when she arrived, almost nine hours before. Also, not that crowded. And yet it was, bursting with people just as she was bursting for an entirely different thing. There were people at every corner: men chatting, ladies laughing, footmen preparing trays of appetizers and glasses full of every liquor and champagne imaginable. Seeing all that light yellow liquid bubbling sent a sharp stab in her belly and she almost lost control. It was too much and she was starting to feel tired.. her muscles felt tired. She just wanted to let go. Of course, she couldn't. She just needed to find someone, anyone she could ask where the bathroom was. Was she asking for the moon? She slipped into a corridor, almost running past groups of people too caught up with their conversations to notice her and she ended up into a hall, as well full of people. All those footmen and no maids? Not even one? Her eyes darted in all directions, frantically. It was then when she didn't notice a child's play of chasing and a little girl stumbled on her, laughing and offering her excuses. That midget demon was running with her arms in front of her and like a battering ram, she'd pushed her little hands on her stomach. The corset absorbed most of the impact, but the sudden constriction had been very bad for her weak and over-strained bladder. It was really too much. Cora gasped loud – although the chattering covered her sound – and she felt a hot damp work through her undergarments. She hurriedly crossed her legs while standing, relieved that her crème dress covered her bottom half of her body, closing both of her hands in tight fists, restraining her own body from the mad need of grabbing herself to prevent a much more problematic leaking. She fought hard to regain control without any other help, but when the muscles tighten again enough, she decided it was time to find that damned maid. Quickly. No excuses. She decided to go into an adjacent room and then in the next one and a corridor and another room. That house was immense and everywhere, there were people. Cora started to see blurred. Her eyes had started to leak as well. She felt desperate physically and emotionally and there was no one she could go to. She turned a corner and then another one, until she found the smallest passage between two rooms. It was a bit dusty there and she supposed no one used that passage since it was right next to a much more beautiful and wide corridor. Still no one. She was alone. She was alone! Cora gasped again, shoving her gloved hand between her legs, pressing hard against her womanhood through all that layers of clothing. She buckled her hips softly, dancing on one foot as she gently moaned in relief from that little help. She considered staying there a couple of seconds to regain complete control, but she knew she couldn’t wait long. She swallowed, massaging herself to better the relieve and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. One, two, three. She counted, closing her eyes to prepare herself for another mad searching. She peeled slowly from the wall, but made only one step before the scare almost made her leak again.. and worse. She couldn't help her doubling over her hand, her heart hammering inside her chest. “Cora, what are you doing?” Violet was staring at her with a disapproving face. “I- I.” She stuttered, trying so hard to straighten her back. She did after a few attempts and quickly she removed her hand too. “Running away like that.” The older woman clicked her tongue “I've been observing you.” That was no surprise. And frankly, Cora was kinda happy she had been. Because now Violet would have helped her. She would, right? “I.. I need-” Cora bit her lip, pressing hard her thighs together. “I know. I watched your pitiful dance.” She sighed in dismay pursing her lips as she took a good look at the girl. Cora was fidgeting on the spot, shaking, shifting her weight from a foot to another. “I was about to find someone,” Cora spoke low, careful to control every other part of the body as she concentrate on talking “to ask where-” “Never!” Violet yelled in a stern whisper, canceling the distance between them with a wide step “Never do that.” she repeated, kinder now. “A proper Lady should never ask for the toilet when she's in public.” For how much absurd it sounded, Cora could see that. After all, they were supposed to be beautiful doll to expose, faint at the view of blood and of course not proving to the world that they were human being too, so body functions were a big nono in every area. “What can I do?” Cora almost shirked “I really need to-” “I can see that.” Violet sighed matter-of-factly “But I told you, that's not how a proper lady behaves.” there was something in her ice-blue eyes that scared the girl. “What?” Cora's eyes widen at her words and her bladder twitched with a painful spasm. She had no choice but to grab herself for a moment before she decided it was safe to let go. “What do you mean-?” “That's not how I taught you, Cora.” Violet asserted “Didn't I told you to use the loo every time before leaving?” there was a wicked smile forming on her woman's lips “I knew this would happen.” “I forgot.” Cora felt her cheeks blushing even more. “You forgot?” Violet let out a hint of chuckle “Well, that's your punishment for not listening to me, thinking you know better.” she paused, watching as Cora suddenly grabbed herself in despair. Both hands. “I knew you weren't a proper Lady, you will never be.” “I am.” Cora cried softly “I can prove it to you.” she nodded as she pressed herself harder against her own fingers. “Prove it to me?” Violet faked a surprised look “A proper Lady should be able to control herself and her need and you clearly aren't.” “But I-” Cora sobbed “I could make it.” “Not like that, you won't.” Violet crossed her arms on her chest. She studied as the girl before her swung and danced, frowning but never giving up once. “You're so determined on proving you can be a lady?” “Yes.” “I'll give you another chance, then.” Violet was smiling now “If you can make it through dinner, I won't bother you on the subject anymore.” “I will, I promise.” Cora nodded, her shoulder hitting the wall for support as she held herself. “If you could just let me go now, I will.” “What the point would be? If you ask for the loo, everyone will know you're not a proper Lady.” Violet pointed out. “And proving to me this evening won't change the fact that everybody will know what you will never be.” “I made a mistake not going to the toilet before leaving, but-” She shut her eyes tight, dancing a little on the spot “But-I can't hold it much longer.” Cora confessed and her cheeks turned bright red. She was on the edge of crying. “I'll lose control and I'll embarrass you all, and Robert-” She gasped. He may not loved her like she did, but he was a kind and a good man, he didn't deserve the shame of an improper wife. She couldn’t ask for the loo for Robert, as well she couldn't wet herself for everyone to see. Violet was thinking the same thing. “I guess everyone is entitled of one error.” the older woman conceded. “You made this to yourself, but we can't allow that kind of humiliation today. We have to manage on our own.” Cora nodded briefly. Violet was right, after all. A proper Lady should've been able to hold herself through a party or a dinner. It could have been a real lesson for her, even if it looked like another teasing of her mother-in-law, it wasn't. “You'll help me?” She agreed. “We must cooperate to limit the damage. Follow me.” Violet gestured with a tilt of her head. Noticing Cora still grabbing herself, walking stiffly and slowly, reluctant of letting go of her crotch, she sighed through her hinted smile, a sympathetic one “Whenever you're ready. But I suggest you hurry. Robert's coming over here.”
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