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CHAPTER ONE

When it came to parties, Lauren Montez thought the Raven Advertising Company’s holiday extravaganza had reached a new standard for excellence.
The December night on the Gulf Coast was cool and calm as the party on the hundred-foot luxury yacht kicked into overdrive. This had been the best year on record for Raven, a full-service ad agency located in Dallas, and their CEO had gone all out for the celebration. They’d been pulled into platinum territory this year by Lauren’s account with a winery in Napa Valley, which credited her campaign with their best sales year on record. And all she’d done was remind folks why they loved wine. It was almost too easy. Laura expected a hefty bonus to round out the year, which would easily pull her income into the mid-six figures.

It would more than justify the price of the sparkly red-and-white Valentino dress she wore tonight, paired with matching Manolo pumps. Under the slinky dress, which accentuated every curve, she wore a black Victoria’s Secret thong and plunging demi bra she hoped someone would be skillfully removing later tonight. Someone by the name of Drew Poindexter, the CEO’s son and a gorgeous dark-haired man, wearing a double-breasted Italian suit. Great taste. Even greater stock portfolio.

They’d been dancing around each other for months in a sexually charged cat-and-mouse game. Unfortunately, he’d brought along a date, though given the smoldering looks he kept sending Lauren, he didn’t intend to go home with said woman. Lauren avoided messy romantic entanglements, but Drew was a different story. They seemed well suited for each other, or maybe that was the champagne talking. Either way, they were both workaholics with ruthless ambition.

And face it, it would be nice, since she’d imagine not too many girls raised by poor grandparents wound up with the son of a CEO. If only her earliest detractors could see her now. All those mean kids that made fun of her for living on a farm. They were probably all working their nine-to-five ordinary jobs, living on a tight budget, in misery.

Laughter and clinking glasses merged with the string quartet hired to play Christmas music. Her assistant, Katrina, was with a dark-haired man who wouldn’t leave her side, like a lovesick puppy. Good for her. She was a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman in the prime of her life and should be playing the field. Their receptionist, Priscilla, was dressed in a ridiculous Mrs. Santa dress, wearing a reindeer headband. Her constant cheer was almost too much for Lauren. She was not a big fan of celebrating Christmas since her grandparents had died years ago, but she had to come to this party every year anyway.

“No, thank you,” Lauren said when offered duck confit for the umpteenth time.

She’d been offered truffled canapes and oysters on the half shell, too, but she was sticking to a steady diet of champagne. It took hard work and quite a bit of sacrifice to fit her five-foot-nine frame into this dress, thank you very much. Tonight, she looked and felt like she’d been poured into it.

Harry Poindexter approached, handing her another flute of champagne. A waiter skillfully took the half-full one out of her hands and placed it on a tray.

“Another banner year, thanks to you.” Harry cocked his head and flashed a grin. “I never want to lose you to another firm, so just say the word. Whatever you want, you get. Corner office? Yours. Hefty expense account? Done.”

She already had all of those things. Her eyes briefly flitted to Drew, who’d loosened his tie and was puffing on a cigar. She smiled, finding a man who’d loosened his tie the sexiest thing on the planet. Drew’s date caught Lauren looking and glared.

Drew, oblivious, caught Lauren’s eyes and winked.

Lauren smiled at Harry. “I’m very happy here. If that ever changes, you’ll be the first to know.”

“See that I am!” He waggled his index finger.

What Harry didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She’d arranged to have a week off after tonight, rare vacation time, because she had an interview with a headhunter agency in Denver that had been actively trying to recruit her. She couldn’t ever leave her native Texas, but fact was that having another firm competing for her would only add to her net worth. It meant another significant raise and more of Poindexter’s utter devotion when she chose to stay. Win-win.

“I want you to have a great vacation, enjoy yourself, and be ready to kill it when you get back!”

“Oh, I will. I plan to lounge poolside and chill.”

Please. She’d never lounged poolside a day in her life. And chill? That was for wine.

A waiter came by with a tray of half oysters and Harry took one. A good-looking man in his sixties, he had a soft stomach and a dad bod, unlike his built son. One could still see the hint of the handsome man he must have been at one time. He and Drew had the same patrician nose and full head of hair, though Harry’s had gone all silver.

No sooner had Harry been whisked away than Drew appeared at her elbow. “What are you doing later?”

“Last minute packing. I’m leaving on my vacation tomorrow.”

He tugged on a lock of her hair. “Can I see you tonight?”

Lauren quirked a brow and slid a look in the direction of his date. “Aren’t you busy enough?”

“It’s not serious,” Drew said. “She’s an old fling and comes with me to these things just to meet new people.”

“You’re wrong, Drew. She’s into you.”

Ironic the way some men refused to see what was right in front of them.

“It’s not mutual.”

“Pictures!” The cry came from Harry’s wife of forty years, a sweet woman who either didn’t realize Harry cheated on her on a regular basis, or didn’t care. “Let’s all line up here in front of the grand piano.”

Photos were taken, and Lauren wound up in a row in front of Drew. Moments later, his warm hand slid down her back to her behind. It didn’t move until several shots were taken. Oh, the boldness. So attractive. She turned to him, and he lowered his head with a wicked grin.
“Sorry, but not sorry. It was as wonderful as I imagined.”

“Hmm. Do you want to get out of here?”

His eyebrows quirked in surprise. “Yes. I just have to…do something first. I’ll take care of her…um, that situation and then we can go somewhere with a bit more…privacy.”

Lauren wouldn’t ever be a party to cheating if the woman was a girlfriend but Drew made it clear this wasn’t serious. Even if Lauren believed the woman felt differently, it was better she find out about Drew’s intentions now. Lauren certainly wished she’d learned a man’s true colors before she fell for him. It had happened more than once. Lauren used to dissolve into tears when a man cast her aside but crying didn’t change a thing.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried over anything, much less a man.

At one point, she’d realized that being happy with her life would be entirely up to her and not on any man satisfying her needs, sexual or otherwise. That day, she’d declared her freedom and independence from men and all the hopes of forever love. Since then, she’d controlled the things she could and left the rest open to chance. Tonight, she would have her first night with a sexy man she’d been thinking about for weeks. It might lead to something. Or not. She was too smart to expect loyalty from a man who would get rid of his date just so he could have a new sexual conquest.

Drew headed to the woman, took her arm, and led her to another room. Once, that young and confused woman had been her. Wondering why she wasn’t enough. Some people said she was pretty. Certainly, she was tall, and now (thanks to yoga and a strict Paleo diet) lean. But most men didn’t really appreciate her attention to detail and need to impress. She’d even dated a celebrity once, who told her that she should really learn how to Netflix and relax. Lauren didn’t relax. She achieved. She slayed her goals.

Lauren wandered up the steps to the upper deck and strolled, enjoying the cool evening breeze when it ruffled her hair and the solitude of the night as it seeped into her soul. There wasn’t anyone else out here, since below deck, they were serving a celebratory cake baked by the winner of the Great British Baking Show. All that sugar and excess. Definitely not her style.

Reaching the stern, she pictured the scene from Titanic, when Kate Winslet stood, a handsome Leonardo DiCaprio behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She and Drew would look great together, envisioning a possible future. Well, she didn’t need him for this Instagram moment. Her future would be forged on her own. A good statement to make for the end the year. Kicking off her heels, she climbed closer to get a selfie. She held up her phone and tried to get a good shot of the shimmering stars behind her, the bay at her back. The wind kicked up, tousling her hair. Good thing these extensions were weaved in by the best celebrity hairdresser in Dallas. She tried again, climbing up higher to get the perfect shot. A wave rocked the boat, and Lauren lost her balance. She tried to recover, employing her valuable core strength, but she still fell
overboard, losing her phone in the process.

She floated to the surface, her wet hair and extensions covering her face, one of her eyelashes coming off when she rubbed her eyes. Unbelievable! What a way to end this fantastic year. Literally tossed into the drink. She was so annoyed she almost laughed. Almost. But she’d have time to tell the ridiculous story later. Now she had to get back on the yacht before it sailed any farther away. She swam for it, heart racing, shouting for help. The party boat kept sailing as the music of Taylor Swift pulsed through the speakers, loud and inspiring on a normal night. Tonight, it simply made Lauren feisty and angry.

“Hey! Help! Drew! Harry! Help me! I fell in the water! Hellooooo!”

Nothing. They probably couldn’t hear her at all.

Lauren got winded as she tried to keep up with the yacht while it continued to cruise away. Eventually, she realized she wasn’t going to be able to catch up to them as another waved tossed her farther away.

“If you think you can get rid of me that easy, you’re mistaken! I’m stronger than you know!”

Well, they’d figure out she was missing soon and turn back for her. All she had to do was tread water long enough to outlast the cake feasting. She could do that. Her legs were strong. It would take more than this mishap to keep Lauren Montez down! She pictured Drew right now, telling that lovely young woman who obviously cared about him that he had a business meeting, or whatever lie he’d decided to give her. Deep regret pulsed through her. If Drew were here right now to pull her out of the water, she’d tell him to forget about tonight. That young woman would love him in a way Lauren never could. She just didn’t have it in her anymore.

But Drew wasn’t here. No one was with her now except perhaps a seagull or two, and whatever type of sea life filled Galveston Bay. Preferably, no sharks nearby, looking for fresh meat. No one to save her, as usual, so she’d save herself. Giving up on the yacht she could no longer see in the distance, Lauren turned to the lights in the other direction, hoping to get to shore. Once she got there, she’d borrow a phone. She’d call Drew, or his father, and read them both the riot act for leaving her behind. Hell, maybe she’d even threaten resigning and really give them a scare.

They certainly deserved it after the way they’d sailed off without even noticing she was gone.

Lauren turned in a circle wondering which way to turn next. Her only option left was the shore.

She spied the silhouettes of people night fishing in the near distance, so she had to be close. Just a few more strokes. She was already so tired she wanted to sleep for twenty-four hours. By her calculations, she’d been treading water for hours, though she’d lost track.
She’d spent enough time in this bay to review every mistake she’d made after her mother died when Lauren was ten. The best memories, the ones she eventually came to, were of the safety she’d felt at the only one time in her life when someone truly loved her. Held close in her mother’s arms, she had a home. Later, her maternal grandparents gave her a home in a farmhouse in San Antonio. A place in the world. She’d had a dog, on the farm too, named Nugget.

Lauren loved her mother so much that for a long time she didn’t speak after her death. Eventually, with therapy, she spoke again, and when a beloved math teacher encouraged Lauren, she’d never looked back.

Her memories hadn’t disappointed. She’d been scrappy for three decades. She’d survive this, too.

“I’m going to make it, and you’ll all be very sorry you left me behind!”

Never let it be said she couldn’t rise to a challenge. She was close to getting help, because she could see them all now. Four fishermen in their boats, lines cast in the water, their flashlights attracting the fish.

Then something hit her head. Hard. It felt like a rock, or a plank. She brushed her hand on her temple and came back with fresh blood. Great. The sharks would be circling next. She should call out for help again because these fishermen were so close that they might actually hear her. But she couldn’t seem to formulate anything over a whisper. It felt like the old days, when tragedy took her voice until someone taught her how to roar.

“Help.”

Her head ached and spun, the world coming off its axis. It was over. She was too tired for this. No more swimming. Done.
Her next word was also not above a whisper. “Mama.”

Closing her eyes, she gave in to the darkness.

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Declan: what are you wearing right now?

Amy smiled. Last night they’d texted for an hour, each one getting sillier than the last. Until they got racy.

She responded:
I took the kids to a playdate so what do you think I’m wearing?

Declan:
Pants for sure.

Amy:
Cargo shorts and a T-shirt with sandals

Declan:
No underwear????

Amy: You’re so much better at this than I am.

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Amy Holloway pulled up to the rental on Bluebird Lane and viewed the home where she and her children would be living now. Well, it was white with blue trim, so it had that going for it. There was a small porch just outside the front step and the landlord had placed colorful potted flowers along the rails and an old-fashioned bench swing in one corner. Not bad.

Bonus, it was all she could afford. Huge plus.

“Isn’t it super cute?” she said, inserting artificial pep in her voice.

Sure, it was nothing like the family home her children had grown up in. That home had finally been sold and Amy had no choice. Bluebird Lane was a quiet tree-lined cul-de-sac in the oldest neighborhood in Charming, Texas. This area, however, was probably the least bucolic part of their Gulf Coast town. A decidedly working-class neighborhood. Every home was almost exactly the same, cookie-cutter homes built from the 1960s.

“Are we really going to live here?” This was from her little girl, Naomi.

She hated to think of her twins, Naomi and David, as spoiled. They were good kids but the home they’d grown up in was twice the size. Unfortunately, the concept of divorce was foreign to them. All they understood was that Daddy would no longer be living with them.

“We’re going to have such fun here, just the three of us!” Amy sang out.

“I don’t understand why Daddy can’t live here, too,” David said. “We should all live here.”

“Maybe Grandma can spend the night and we’ll have a slumber party! Won’t that be fun?” Amy said.

The twins exchanged an excited look.

“Grandma never spent the night before. Yay!” Naomi said.

Finally, a happy note. Amy found changing the subject was the only way to get past this eternal question: Why can’t Daddy live here, too?
Because your father decided he was tired of being married.

Imagine that. He worked fifty hours a week and traveled all over the country for his job as an IT cybersecurity expert, but he was tired of his family. Amy would never say that to the children, of course. After Rob asked for a separation, to seek direction, she’d read all the books on handling life after a divorce she could get her hands on. She’d consulted Valerie Kinsella, their third-grade teacher, and also spoken to the school guidance counselor.

The tried-and-true still worked: Your daddy and I still love each other but we can’t live together anymore. We’ll always be a family. This has nothing to do with you. It’s between me and Daddy. Grown-up stuff.

David and Naomi hopped out of the back seat of her economy sedan and ran toward the house. Curiosity, Amy assumed, got the best of them. Or maybe her reframing this whole thing as a type of adventure had helped. At least they wanted to see the place. Her mother had found it, scoping it out ahead of time as a neighborhood in which the kids could still be close to their school.

The key stuck in the door, and Amy had to jiggle it a few times before it turned. She made a note of that to add to the walk-through comments she’d made when she signed the final lease a few days ago. One year. After that, she’d see. Maybe she’d have to relocate to a different part of Texas, though if she moved too far, that would be an issue for Rob, who’d moved to Houston thirty minutes away. Also, she didn’t want to leave her mother— the only emotional support she had now.

Her small circle of friends, mostly the parents of Naomi’s and David’s friends, had started to distance themselves. The few times she was around them, she didn’t appreciate their pitiful looks. She was working hard to be happy, scraping herself off the floor every morning for the sake of her children.

“It’s so big!” Naomi skipped inside the vacant house, holding the book she’d been reading in the car.

Wait until we put all our furniture inside. It wouldn’t look roomy anymore. The single-family home was one large great room connected to a small kitchen. A short hallway led down to the three bedrooms and one bathroom in the back of the house.

“I’m going to pick my new room!” David ran off.

“Me, too!” Naomi followed him down the hall.

Two minutes later, she was hanging her head out of the smallest room. It was just like Naomi to give her brother the bigger room. Had she taught her that, somehow? Had Amy taught her by example to make herself smaller for someone she loved? She adored her brother but that didn’t mean letting him have first choice all the time.

This was such a huge change in her children’s lives and Amy wished she could have convinced Rob to attend marriage counseling. At least to try for the sake of their kids. Yet, his mind had been made up.

“Mommy, my door squeaks,” Naomi said.

“We’ll get Lou to fix that in a jiffy. The hinges just need to be oiled.”

“Also, can we paint my room yellow?”

Anything to make you happy here, my princess.

“We’ll have to ask our landlord but if she says it’s okay, then yes, of course!”

“Yay!” Naomi clapped her hands, looking so joyous that Amy wanted to cry.

She had such good-natured children. But she hadn’t been able to give them the one thing they really wanted: parents who loved each other.
The moving truck pulled up outside and Amy ran to meet it. Driven by her mother’s boyfriend, Lou, it contained Amy’s life for the past ten years. Furniture, pots and pans, her wedding china and silver, clothes and toys. All her memories in boxes.

Her mother pulled up soon after, parking on the street. Moonbeam Miller, child of hippies, was back to the crunchy-granola girl of her youth. Mom turned her back on her parents’ nomadic ways and named her only daughter a very safe name. You couldn’t get much more conservative of a name than Amy. But Mom had changed after her husband an absolute pillar of everything traditional, had the nerve to die of cancer. It was like she cut loose from some kind of imaginary tether. She now seemed to embrace her flowery past, and in her sixties, she’d gone into business with Lou, buying a garden center in town they called Back to the Fuchsia.

She walked up to Amy, embraced her in a huge hug and pulled out a wand of what appeared to be dead branches from her beaded purse.

“What’s that?” Amy scrunched up her nose.

“It’s sage. Normally, you burn it to ward off any negative energy, but we don’t want to smoke out the children. I consulted with Willow at the gem store, and she said it will be okay to just wave it around.”

“Wave it…around?”

“Yes, up in the air like this.” She lifted it above her like a torch, looking like a middle-aged Statue of Liberty wearing bangles and braids.

“Mom, I don’t know about this.”

Her mother had raised Amy in the most traditional of ways, but now often expressed her dismay that Amy couldn’t open her eyes and mind. A fortune teller Mom had consulted recently told her that Rob and Amy had been doomed from the beginning. An easy guess when you already knew the outcome. She forecast that Amy was going to meet someone new very soon. And also, that she should watch her high blood pressure. Amy happened to be a few pounds overweight for most of her married life, but her blood pressure had been fine before the divorce.

“It can’t hurt. And after the year you’ve had, I think you need all the help you can get.”

Amy couldn’t argue there.

Naomi and David ran to greet their grandma the moment she walked in the door and then followed her around, watching in fascination.
Outside, Lou opened the back of the moving truck and waved Amy over.

“I’m sorry I can’t help much, darlin’. You know, my back.” He put a hand low on his back, where he’d been hurt years before in a roofing accident. “Falling two stories was no picnic.”

“That’s okay, Lou. I’ve got this.” Amy pulled out a box and hefted it into the house.

“Young people. Enjoy your youth, Amy. It goes by fast.” Lou followed her up the lawn she shared with her next-door neighbor, carrying Naomi’s rainbow unicorn backpack.

“Yes it did.” Amy snorted when she set the box down. “Like a blink.”

“Aw, c’mon now. You’re still a young whippersnapper,” Lou cackled. “Where’s David? Is he hiding again?”

“David doesn’t hide anymore,” Amy said. “He learned his lesson.”

It was something he’d done as a toddler and preschooler, scaring anyone babysitting him.

“I’ll help you, Lou!” David appeared, flexed his bicep and ran outside to the truck. “I can lift a lot of pounds.”

“Sure you can, little buddy.” Lou patted his head as David flew by him.

A few more boxes came in easily, Amy, Mom, David and Naomi lifting the heavier ones together.

“We can do this,” Naomi said, baffled at being able to lift the boxes.

“Don’t look so surprised. We can do a lot of things you don’t know about as a team,” Amy said. “Just wait and see.”

The problem came when they were hauling in a particularly heavy box. Mom and Lou stood by directing since the box was so tall they couldn’t see ahead of them. Amy pushed from one end and both David and Naomi pulled from the other.

“I shouldn’t have packed this one so full,” Amy said, winded.

She really needed to work out more.

“You’re doing fine,” her mother said. “You’re got this! Just a few more feet.”

Amy pushed and got a few more inches. The kids were of no help whatsoever, not that she blamed them. They wanted to pretend they were helping.

“All right, I can’t stand it anymore,” said a deep voice Amy couldn’t see from her angle with the box blocking. “I’ve been watching, and I know you can do it yourself, but for the love of God, please let me help. I beg you.”

Then he stepped into her line of vision.

Declan Sheridan.

He looked as he always did, a bit like a Greek god if you mixed him up with a Major League Baseball player. Tall, built, tan, blond. Golden. Hotter than a flapjack fresh off the grill.

Surely her mother hadn’t called him. Amy could take a lot of humiliation, but this was too much to bear. Almost the very last person she wanted to see her in this predicament.

Her high school ex-boyfriend.

“What are you doing here?” Amy pushed a stray hair from her sweaty face.

“What do you mean?” He hooked a finger, pointing to the house next door with an Astros flag waving in the breeze. “I live next door.”

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Sometimes, on a walk, Daisy decides she’s had enough and will lie down on the sidewalk and refuse to go another step. That’s how she got her name since it rhymes with lazy.

We found her at the Berkeley shelter and brought her to her forever home on 5/7/25. That’s her official “gotcha” day. She has a very sweet disposition and looks very much like a Labrador Retriever, but there’s “something else” in there, too. We suspect an American Pit Bull Terrier, American Staffordshire Terrier, or Staffordshire Bull Terrier. The shelter called her a Lab “mix.”

I did something I never thought I’d do, but I sent off her DNA sample just out of a healthy curiosity. And guess what? She’s not even a LITTLE bit Labrador Retriever, which supremely shocked us all.

Oh dear! Here’s a photo of the Canario dog! This looks a lot like our Daisy, but much bigger, and they can get huge! Oh no!

The good news is she’s mostly a mix of bully breeds and hopefully that will keep her small-ish. She’s been settling into our domestic home life and the only problem is she doesn’t like to walk which is my primary form of exercise.

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A charming distraction—or a sweet reunion?

Recently divorced, Amy Holloway is starting fresh. After moving into a cozy new home with her energetic nine-year-old twins, she’s focused on rebuilding her life. But when she discovers her new neighbor is her former high school sweetheart, Declan Sheridan, the past comes rushing back.

Charming, handsome Declan knows he’s been given a second chance, but winning Amy’s heart won’t be easy. He devises a plan to help Amy and her kids, one good deed at a time. Just when their bond deepens, Amy’s ex-husband complicates her new beginning. Caught between familiar safety and the excitement of new love, Amy must choose what truly matters. Can she find the strength to embrace what she deserves?

This is the book for you if you like:

girl next door

high school sweethearts

second chance

single mom

sports heroes

small coastal towns

Texas!

 

I cast as Amy Holloway and Declan Sheridan.

Amy has a sweet girl next door vibe. Nailed it!

Swoony, handsome, Irish-American hero Declan is a former pro baseball player turned teacher and coach. Double nailed it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I listened to this one and not only is it a wonderful book but the narration by Kerry Gilbert is first rate. Y’all, this was my first Sophie Cousens book but it will certainly not be my last. In fact, I’m already listening to This Time, Next Year. This book is a romance which leans more toward the heroine’s journey and I adored that journey! The tropes, if you like that sort of thing, is workplace romance, rivals, single mom, and age gap (younger man.) The funny level is high, the heat level is low, so not a spicy book, and that suits me fine. Books like this are the reason I read romance. A feel good, happy ending which will leave you smiling. Click here to learn more.

 

 

Oh my goodness! What a wild ride with this book. Some of you already know that while I don’t write thrillers, I love to read them! I’m a Dateline devotee, and Keith Morrison fan. I personally wouldn’t call this a thriller per se, it’s actually better, in my opinion. The suspense goes a level above what you would normally see in a romantic suspense book because the love story in it is not necessarily the main event. However, there IS a lovely romance which doesn’t end badly (HEA). Heat level is low to medium. There’s also a unique twist to this one and starts the mystery. Imagine if you get a text five years late! I think you’ll love it. Click here to learn more.

 

Oh wow, guys, this book! It’s funny, and poignant, and deeply emotional. A GMA pick, this is a romance but also primarily the heroine’s journey. Told in the first person POV of the heroine, we observe her grow as a person from the moment she chokes, dies, goes to heaven, and meets the love of her life! Yes, you READ that right. She dies! But no worries, this has a happy ending here on Earth, love story included. Heat level is medium. It’s truly unlike anything I’ve ever read before and I was hooked from the first page. Click here to learn more.

 

I listened to this book after a friend recommended it, and now I’m passing on the favor! A Reese’s Book Club pick, this is a sort of cat and mouse game suspense thriller. There’s not much of a love story in here, it’s really more of a subplot, but there is one, and it’s satisfying. Low heat level which is appropriate for the story. I thoroughly enjoyed this book! Click here to learn more.

 

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