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Let us know when you find out about more.
Pondering the indelible...
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Let us know when you find out about more.
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Seconded.
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The_Fool said:Thank you....
Interesting how in that AV you have the posts of the headboard in view. Where are the scarves?
Binding my wrists together behind my back, of course.
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Me like.
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You're singing my song, baby.
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The_Fool said:I'm on a roll or something.....
Indeed you are.
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Beautiful.
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something silly
From the Does anyone like sex? thread. Don't know what to do with it, but don't want to lose it either.
Okay this was written tongue-in-cheek as an exercise. There really are no defined characters. If you want to be one of the characters, so be it, but I really didn't write to anyone's personna...
Cheers...
SCENE: Intimate Bistro.
Cast:
Waitress
Table one: Man and Woman
Table two: First woman, Second Woman
Table Three: First Man, Second Man, Woman
Table Four: Old Man
Table Five: First Woman, Second Woman, Man
Voice from Kitchen
Cell Phone Woman
A waitress is offering up white cappachino cups to all patrons.
Waitress to all: Does anyone like sex?
Man at table one to woman at table one: . . .Me. Cuz it's fun. [spoken as if waitress has interrupted conversation].
Man at table one glances enquiringly at woman at table one
Second Woman at table five to First Woman at table five: You offering? [Spoken with a leering smile]
Woman at table one: I love sex.
First Man at table three: Maybe more than one should. [spoken wryly as if poking fun at self]
Woman at table one gives First Man at Table Three a dirty look.
First Woman at Table two: Love sex with *him*. He blows my mind.
Old Man at table four: oh yeah.... I remember what, just not why..... [spoken with puzzled tone]
Waitress: Old fart! [spoken to self with a laught as she sets cup in front of Old Man at table four]
Second Woman at Table two: ...There is a limit on how one loves sex? WAY SAD!
Old Man at table four: But the memories are rich and very mellow believe me. [spoken in reflective voice, then slurps from cup]
Voice from kitchen: Just talking about sex, no one on here does. Go wild!
Second Man at Table Three to Woman at Table Three: ...I go wild in my writing. that's what keeps the memories alive and kicking. [spoken as if interrupted.]
First Woman at Table Five to Second Woman at table Five: If you are a hoe - MAYBE. [Spoken in a gruff voice with a smile. As she speaks, First Woman is dragging nails up and down Second Woman arm is a caress.]
[With one hand, Second Woman touches the scarf wrapped around her neck and smiles at the First Woman. With the other hand, she is guiding the hand of the man sitting at the table up her skirt.]
Woman at table three: Can't stand it. Sex is just a chore. I totally suck at it, and I never want to do it again. [spoken with a moue of disgust. Slides cup away with visible hand. Hand in her lap moves rhymically in her lap]
Man at Table One to Woman at Table One: Until next time... [spoken with smile.]
Man at Table Five to First Woman at Table Five: Gimme a kiss. [spoken mockingly with a smile]
[Man and woman at Table One glance at Man at Table Five and exit hand in hand.]
[New Woman enters with Cell phone to ear]
Cell Phone Woman: . . .I like sex. It's a wonderful way to connect with my lover on one of the most intimate levels possible. It also makes me feel better about myself, that she wants me physically. Sappy, yeah. Needy, maybe. But there it is. Sure. [Woman speaks into cell phone, walks up and down center stage]
[Pause in Cell phone conversation]
Cell Phone Woman: A table in the shadows, a smooth glass of red, and a soft sax going on stage . . .
[Waitress gives Cell Phone Woman a strange look as if what place are you talking about?]
[Cell Phone Woman notices stare from Waitress]
Cell Phone Woman to Waitress: What? Oh. Sorry. [Cell Phone Woman sits at First Table and slides cups to side. Still holds phone to ear.]
First Man at Table Three to Woman at Table Three: I am off thinking on Chinese or Thai take out food - sorry. [Gives embarrassed smile as if caught daydreaming. Woman turns away in disgust to Second Man replacing her hand with his.]
Old Man Muses to self: Does anyone like sex? [Spoken while Waitress is walking by. Waitress smiles and gestures that man is crazy.]
Cell Phone woman to cell phone: It's alright.
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: Take the Thai and spice up your life [Spoken with sharp smile, very cutting tone.]
Waitress to First Man at Table Three: Is that with or without Mayo?
Second woman at Table Three to First Woman at Table Three: Just a little oil on the side, thanks. [Second Woman gives First Woman a "can't wait till later look."]
Old Man musing to self: I enjoyed sex before I met her, but now I love it. Unfortunately, as with much in life, the discovery comes with a catch . . . a weekend of bliss, followed by a month or more of longing.
Second Man at Table Three to Woman at Table Three: I like the way it smells.
First Man at Table Three to Second Man at Table three: I like you.
Old Man Musing: Sex is okay. I used to think it was the only gateway to true bliss. But, I no longer believe that. I have found much deeper wells of bliss within and through paths formerly unknown to me.
Second Woman at Table Two to Waitress: I love sex! I love the teasing, the adrenaline rush, the testing, the emotion, experiencing new things, flying, floating, just surfing the waves of the most carnal instinct, the slow love and the fast take me now adventures . And then laying back and thinking oh my god I want to do that again. So thats my why... I love the feelings it gives, the connection, the electricity and the release.
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: Last time I had it I liked it. [Spoken while nibbling on Second Woman's Neck. Man at Table Five is moving hand frantically in Second Woman's lap. Second Woman has eyes closed, biting lip and stroking shoulders and breasts.]
Second Man at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: 'course, its been awhile, but I'm sure I'll like it still.
Cell Phone Woman: . . .What she said.
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: . . .What he said. . . [heads together speaking intimately]
Waitress to self looking at old man: Fun, sexy, energising, intimate, fun. Rowrrrrr. [Spoken with mocking tone and smile]
Old Man Musing: I hate sex. [Spoken quietly but with conviction]
Second Woman at table five to both First Woman and Man at table five: Would anyone like to try to convince me otherwise? [First Woman and Man are looking sated, Second Woman is looking energized and wanting more.]
Voice from Kitchen: I love sex like I like food. If it's poison or rotten, no thanks. I'll go without. If it's fast food, well...okay. That's fun every now and again. If it's gourmet and well prepared and what I like - well, hell yeah. But I definitely don't like everything and there are only a few folks I'd like to break bread with that make it more fun than just eating alone.
Old Man musing with blank stare: Sex? What's sex?
Second Woman at table two to First Man at Table three: I'll send you my harem. [spoken in very wry tone.]
Man at Table Five to Second Woman at Table Five: Would we be here if we didn't?
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: Well... I suppose I could demonstrate it for you... Just so's you'd know. [First Woman and Second Woman are speaking intimately. First Woman is caressing second Woman's breast.]
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: You know. [Spoken with scorn as if she has just rebuffed him.]
Waitress to old Man: Is it counted as proof if we just had some within the. . . [pauses and counts on fingers] Last three hours?
Woman at table three to Second Man at table three: No, do it again. [As she speaks, she is pressing his hand hard against her sex.]
Second Woman at Table Two to First Woman at Table Two: It doesn't hurt, does it? [Pauses for Deep Breath] Ok, then, do me. [As she is speaking, she is clutching the First Womans hand, as she finishes her statment, she moves the First Woman's hand beneath the table and into her lap.]
Cell Phone Woman into Cell Phone: Well, he went to work, but I could do a solo if it raises my standing.
First Woman at table five to Second Woman at Table Five: Hurt? No... not if we practice a lot... [First Woman at Table Five has removed the scarve from Second Woman at Table Five and has rolled it into a rope and has stretched it tight.]
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: Of course it's best if you unbutton your clothes before I take them off. [Spoken confidentially with heads leaned close together.]
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table three: There are no buttons. [Spoken in mocking tone. Woman at Table Three has removed blouse and has stroked her nipples hard.]
Man at Table Five to Waitress: There aren't even any clothes, are there?
First Man at Table Three to Second Man at Table Three: What?! I'm innocent, you know that. There are ties. [spoken in distressed tone while fooling with the tie around his neck]
First Woman at Table Five to Second Woman at Table Five: Correction, there were ties... Which I'll replace later. [Spoken in confidential tone while Man at Table Five is apparently talking to Waitress]
Second Woman at Table Two to First Woman at Table Two: You took the words right out of my mouth! [She says this while giggling after they break from a kiss.]
[The Old Man slurps from his cup]
First Man at Table Three to Second Man at Table three: Somehow Im thinking it's not the only thing she slurps... [First Man is Watching Second Woman at Table Five while he says this. Second Man is completely ignoring First Man as Woman at Table Three is still working on him.]
Waitress yells at Voice in Kitchen: I'm taking that slurp right back!
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: When it comes to her, there are just so many possibilities, you know...
[Old Man drinks from his cup and noisily licks his lips]
Second Woman at Table Five to First Woman and Man at Table Five: Let's get ourselves arranged here, so the licks [licks lips] can be.. circular. Circuitous. Circuitry. Lots.
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: Right. Now your legs go *there* and my mouth... *there* That's all it needs to be. Thank you.
Waitress to Old Man: Mmmph! [Response to Old Man pinching her ass, she swats at his hand, he laughs.]
First Man at Table Three to Waitress: OK, all kidding aside, the "problem" with sex, as with any pleasure or source of happiness, is the phenomenon of sensory adaptation. [She smiles and ignores him while replacing his cup.]
Man at Table Five to First Woman at Table Five: Habituation is one thing, but a balance between hunger and satiety means that you maintain a respect for the things that are beneficial. [Stated while unbuttoning the blouse of the Second Woman at Table Five.]
Old Man talking to cup: Stay on the edge of thirst and water will always taste good.
Cell Phone Woman into Cell Phone: I think when our senses are glutted, is when we appreciate things the least. So staying clear, for me, is key to counteract being spoiled by habituation.
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: . . .Diminishing returns. [stated with a mocking tone while glancing at his crotch]
Second Woman at Table Five to self: Life has a way of keeping us from the ennui of habituation, anyways... [Stated in a dreamy voice as First Woman sucks one nipple and Man sucks the other nipple]
Woman at Table Three to First and Second Woman at Table Two: I find it's more of a battle to get my personal minimum requirement, really-- I hardly ever get as much as I want. [Indicating with gestures to the Second Man's crotch.]
First Man at Table Three to Second Woman at Table Five: Economics, maybe. That has to do with a market that can be obsessed with bigger and better. [Spoken in lecturing tone. Second Woman at Table Five ignores him.]
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: But in reality, you need sleep, you need food, you need sex, you need shelter. Appreciation for the good stuff doesn't have to result in constant bigger and better. [Spoken in earnest tone while stroking Second Man at Table Three.]
First Man at Table Three to First and Second Woman at Table Two: I can tell when something isn't what I need, but when I have what I NEED, it's a clear difference between that and what I want. [He speaks, they ignore him as they are in a frantic embrace.]
Second Woman at Table Two To Woman at Table Three: . . .know, babe. Was being unnecessarily facetious. [Spoken in a very conciliatory tone]
Old Man musing to self: I like sex...a lot
Waitress speaking to heaven: Why?
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: Because I do. [Spoken in a firm no nonsense tone.]
Old Man Pontificates: Thus I have spoken. [Waitress shakes her head as she walks by]
[Second Man at Table Three sighs and smiles at Woman at Table Three who smiles back.]
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: And I'm being all earnest. [Mocking tone]
First Man at Table Three to self: I hate that crap.
Old Man to Self: I have simplicity issues, clearly. [Spoken in the most lucid tone he has used]
[Old Man rises and moves towards the exit. As he the Waitress passes in the opposite direction, he stops her bodily and presses her against the wall and engages her in a frantic embrace, pressing her hands above her head. She returns his kisses and grinds her pelvis into his.]
[Lights Dim]
[Curtain]
From the Does anyone like sex? thread. Don't know what to do with it, but don't want to lose it either.
Okay this was written tongue-in-cheek as an exercise. There really are no defined characters. If you want to be one of the characters, so be it, but I really didn't write to anyone's personna...
Cheers...
SCENE: Intimate Bistro.
Cast:
Waitress
Table one: Man and Woman
Table two: First woman, Second Woman
Table Three: First Man, Second Man, Woman
Table Four: Old Man
Table Five: First Woman, Second Woman, Man
Voice from Kitchen
Cell Phone Woman
A waitress is offering up white cappachino cups to all patrons.
Waitress to all: Does anyone like sex?
Man at table one to woman at table one: . . .Me. Cuz it's fun. [spoken as if waitress has interrupted conversation].
Man at table one glances enquiringly at woman at table one
Second Woman at table five to First Woman at table five: You offering? [Spoken with a leering smile]
Woman at table one: I love sex.
First Man at table three: Maybe more than one should. [spoken wryly as if poking fun at self]
Woman at table one gives First Man at Table Three a dirty look.
First Woman at Table two: Love sex with *him*. He blows my mind.
Old Man at table four: oh yeah.... I remember what, just not why..... [spoken with puzzled tone]
Waitress: Old fart! [spoken to self with a laught as she sets cup in front of Old Man at table four]
Second Woman at Table two: ...There is a limit on how one loves sex? WAY SAD!
Old Man at table four: But the memories are rich and very mellow believe me. [spoken in reflective voice, then slurps from cup]
Voice from kitchen: Just talking about sex, no one on here does. Go wild!
Second Man at Table Three to Woman at Table Three: ...I go wild in my writing. that's what keeps the memories alive and kicking. [spoken as if interrupted.]
First Woman at Table Five to Second Woman at table Five: If you are a hoe - MAYBE. [Spoken in a gruff voice with a smile. As she speaks, First Woman is dragging nails up and down Second Woman arm is a caress.]
[With one hand, Second Woman touches the scarf wrapped around her neck and smiles at the First Woman. With the other hand, she is guiding the hand of the man sitting at the table up her skirt.]
Woman at table three: Can't stand it. Sex is just a chore. I totally suck at it, and I never want to do it again. [spoken with a moue of disgust. Slides cup away with visible hand. Hand in her lap moves rhymically in her lap]
Man at Table One to Woman at Table One: Until next time... [spoken with smile.]
Man at Table Five to First Woman at Table Five: Gimme a kiss. [spoken mockingly with a smile]
[Man and woman at Table One glance at Man at Table Five and exit hand in hand.]
[New Woman enters with Cell phone to ear]
Cell Phone Woman: . . .I like sex. It's a wonderful way to connect with my lover on one of the most intimate levels possible. It also makes me feel better about myself, that she wants me physically. Sappy, yeah. Needy, maybe. But there it is. Sure. [Woman speaks into cell phone, walks up and down center stage]
[Pause in Cell phone conversation]
Cell Phone Woman: A table in the shadows, a smooth glass of red, and a soft sax going on stage . . .
[Waitress gives Cell Phone Woman a strange look as if what place are you talking about?]
[Cell Phone Woman notices stare from Waitress]
Cell Phone Woman to Waitress: What? Oh. Sorry. [Cell Phone Woman sits at First Table and slides cups to side. Still holds phone to ear.]
First Man at Table Three to Woman at Table Three: I am off thinking on Chinese or Thai take out food - sorry. [Gives embarrassed smile as if caught daydreaming. Woman turns away in disgust to Second Man replacing her hand with his.]
Old Man Muses to self: Does anyone like sex? [Spoken while Waitress is walking by. Waitress smiles and gestures that man is crazy.]
Cell Phone woman to cell phone: It's alright.
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: Take the Thai and spice up your life [Spoken with sharp smile, very cutting tone.]
Waitress to First Man at Table Three: Is that with or without Mayo?
Second woman at Table Three to First Woman at Table Three: Just a little oil on the side, thanks. [Second Woman gives First Woman a "can't wait till later look."]
Old Man musing to self: I enjoyed sex before I met her, but now I love it. Unfortunately, as with much in life, the discovery comes with a catch . . . a weekend of bliss, followed by a month or more of longing.
Second Man at Table Three to Woman at Table Three: I like the way it smells.
First Man at Table Three to Second Man at Table three: I like you.
Old Man Musing: Sex is okay. I used to think it was the only gateway to true bliss. But, I no longer believe that. I have found much deeper wells of bliss within and through paths formerly unknown to me.
Second Woman at Table Two to Waitress: I love sex! I love the teasing, the adrenaline rush, the testing, the emotion, experiencing new things, flying, floating, just surfing the waves of the most carnal instinct, the slow love and the fast take me now adventures . And then laying back and thinking oh my god I want to do that again. So thats my why... I love the feelings it gives, the connection, the electricity and the release.
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: Last time I had it I liked it. [Spoken while nibbling on Second Woman's Neck. Man at Table Five is moving hand frantically in Second Woman's lap. Second Woman has eyes closed, biting lip and stroking shoulders and breasts.]
Second Man at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: 'course, its been awhile, but I'm sure I'll like it still.
Cell Phone Woman: . . .What she said.
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: . . .What he said. . . [heads together speaking intimately]
Waitress to self looking at old man: Fun, sexy, energising, intimate, fun. Rowrrrrr. [Spoken with mocking tone and smile]
Old Man Musing: I hate sex. [Spoken quietly but with conviction]
Second Woman at table five to both First Woman and Man at table five: Would anyone like to try to convince me otherwise? [First Woman and Man are looking sated, Second Woman is looking energized and wanting more.]
Voice from Kitchen: I love sex like I like food. If it's poison or rotten, no thanks. I'll go without. If it's fast food, well...okay. That's fun every now and again. If it's gourmet and well prepared and what I like - well, hell yeah. But I definitely don't like everything and there are only a few folks I'd like to break bread with that make it more fun than just eating alone.
Old Man musing with blank stare: Sex? What's sex?
Second Woman at table two to First Man at Table three: I'll send you my harem. [spoken in very wry tone.]
Man at Table Five to Second Woman at Table Five: Would we be here if we didn't?
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: Well... I suppose I could demonstrate it for you... Just so's you'd know. [First Woman and Second Woman are speaking intimately. First Woman is caressing second Woman's breast.]
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: You know. [Spoken with scorn as if she has just rebuffed him.]
Waitress to old Man: Is it counted as proof if we just had some within the. . . [pauses and counts on fingers] Last three hours?
Woman at table three to Second Man at table three: No, do it again. [As she speaks, she is pressing his hand hard against her sex.]
Second Woman at Table Two to First Woman at Table Two: It doesn't hurt, does it? [Pauses for Deep Breath] Ok, then, do me. [As she is speaking, she is clutching the First Womans hand, as she finishes her statment, she moves the First Woman's hand beneath the table and into her lap.]
Cell Phone Woman into Cell Phone: Well, he went to work, but I could do a solo if it raises my standing.
First Woman at table five to Second Woman at Table Five: Hurt? No... not if we practice a lot... [First Woman at Table Five has removed the scarve from Second Woman at Table Five and has rolled it into a rope and has stretched it tight.]
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: Of course it's best if you unbutton your clothes before I take them off. [Spoken confidentially with heads leaned close together.]
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table three: There are no buttons. [Spoken in mocking tone. Woman at Table Three has removed blouse and has stroked her nipples hard.]
Man at Table Five to Waitress: There aren't even any clothes, are there?
First Man at Table Three to Second Man at Table Three: What?! I'm innocent, you know that. There are ties. [spoken in distressed tone while fooling with the tie around his neck]
First Woman at Table Five to Second Woman at Table Five: Correction, there were ties... Which I'll replace later. [Spoken in confidential tone while Man at Table Five is apparently talking to Waitress]
Second Woman at Table Two to First Woman at Table Two: You took the words right out of my mouth! [She says this while giggling after they break from a kiss.]
[The Old Man slurps from his cup]
First Man at Table Three to Second Man at Table three: Somehow Im thinking it's not the only thing she slurps... [First Man is Watching Second Woman at Table Five while he says this. Second Man is completely ignoring First Man as Woman at Table Three is still working on him.]
Waitress yells at Voice in Kitchen: I'm taking that slurp right back!
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: When it comes to her, there are just so many possibilities, you know...
[Old Man drinks from his cup and noisily licks his lips]
Second Woman at Table Five to First Woman and Man at Table Five: Let's get ourselves arranged here, so the licks [licks lips] can be.. circular. Circuitous. Circuitry. Lots.
First Woman at Table Two to Second Woman at Table Two: Right. Now your legs go *there* and my mouth... *there* That's all it needs to be. Thank you.
Waitress to Old Man: Mmmph! [Response to Old Man pinching her ass, she swats at his hand, he laughs.]
First Man at Table Three to Waitress: OK, all kidding aside, the "problem" with sex, as with any pleasure or source of happiness, is the phenomenon of sensory adaptation. [She smiles and ignores him while replacing his cup.]
Man at Table Five to First Woman at Table Five: Habituation is one thing, but a balance between hunger and satiety means that you maintain a respect for the things that are beneficial. [Stated while unbuttoning the blouse of the Second Woman at Table Five.]
Old Man talking to cup: Stay on the edge of thirst and water will always taste good.
Cell Phone Woman into Cell Phone: I think when our senses are glutted, is when we appreciate things the least. So staying clear, for me, is key to counteract being spoiled by habituation.
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: . . .Diminishing returns. [stated with a mocking tone while glancing at his crotch]
Second Woman at Table Five to self: Life has a way of keeping us from the ennui of habituation, anyways... [Stated in a dreamy voice as First Woman sucks one nipple and Man sucks the other nipple]
Woman at Table Three to First and Second Woman at Table Two: I find it's more of a battle to get my personal minimum requirement, really-- I hardly ever get as much as I want. [Indicating with gestures to the Second Man's crotch.]
First Man at Table Three to Second Woman at Table Five: Economics, maybe. That has to do with a market that can be obsessed with bigger and better. [Spoken in lecturing tone. Second Woman at Table Five ignores him.]
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: But in reality, you need sleep, you need food, you need sex, you need shelter. Appreciation for the good stuff doesn't have to result in constant bigger and better. [Spoken in earnest tone while stroking Second Man at Table Three.]
First Man at Table Three to First and Second Woman at Table Two: I can tell when something isn't what I need, but when I have what I NEED, it's a clear difference between that and what I want. [He speaks, they ignore him as they are in a frantic embrace.]
Second Woman at Table Two To Woman at Table Three: . . .know, babe. Was being unnecessarily facetious. [Spoken in a very conciliatory tone]
Old Man musing to self: I like sex...a lot
Waitress speaking to heaven: Why?
Woman at Table Three to First Man at Table Three: Because I do. [Spoken in a firm no nonsense tone.]
Old Man Pontificates: Thus I have spoken. [Waitress shakes her head as she walks by]
[Second Man at Table Three sighs and smiles at Woman at Table Three who smiles back.]
First Woman at Table Five to Man at Table Five: And I'm being all earnest. [Mocking tone]
First Man at Table Three to self: I hate that crap.
Old Man to Self: I have simplicity issues, clearly. [Spoken in the most lucid tone he has used]
[Old Man rises and moves towards the exit. As he the Waitress passes in the opposite direction, he stops her bodily and presses her against the wall and engages her in a frantic embrace, pressing her hands above her head. She returns his kisses and grinds her pelvis into his.]
[Lights Dim]
[Curtain]
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