DISCLAIMERS: in Part 1

Hidden Desires, Part 30

©2003 -Vertigo-

Cayden was on her best behavior, at least she thought so. Brooke wandered around the bedroom, clad in only the cutest little pink panties, ranting and raving about her mother. Blue eyes followed the blonde back and forth, fixating on one body part after the other, and never once did she unwrap herself from her blanket and pounce on Brooke like a wolf in heat. Instead, she ogled and drooled quietly, from her cocoon.

"So, when we get there, immediately start talking about the weather, or basketball, or Uzbekistan, or something."

Cayden nodded and bit her bottom lip. The blonde was once again standing in front of her, this time waving her hands around as she talked, making her breasts bob about in a very interesting fashion.

"Why aren't you getting dressed?" Brooke suddenly wondered.

"I can't. Not until you're fully clothed will I allow my hands to be free."

The blonde smiled and blushed. "Are you saying that you may not be able to control yourself?"

"No. I'm saying that I definitely can't control myself with you and your breasts running all over the room. Not to mention that delicious specimen of an ass following right behind. Now get dressed before I have a stroke!"

Brooke blushed harder and gave Cayden a quick kiss on the lips. "You say the sweetest things sometimes."

Cayden watched with great relief as Brooke picked up her dress and stepped into it. She knew she'd have to zip the blonde up but was satisfied that she'd be in control once all the vital parts were covered.

"Can you liberate a hand to help me?" Brooke asked turning her back to the brunette.

"You bet." Cayden replied confidently, throwing the covers off of herself and reaching out to Brooke. However, her hands went straight for the blonde's backside and she grabbed whole handfuls of it.

Brooke giggled. "Ooo, that's not my zipper Cayd."

"I know, but I can't control my hands." she complained. "Stop that!" She reprimanded them, pulling them reluctantly from Brooke's ass, and zipping the dress. "There, all done"

This time when Brooke turned around, she was the one drooling as Cayden sat there in all her naked glory. "Oh, Cayd," She purred. "I see exactly what you mean." she gulped hard and forced herself to turn around again. "Hurry and get dressed, I don't know how long I can control my hands."

"Ugh." Cayden groaned.

"What?" Brooke turned to find the tall woman wearing a Tee shirt and her underwear, with a sour face on.

"My underwear are gross."

"So wear another pair, but hurry, my mother's probably pacing around the house driving daddy crazy."

Cayden changed, threw on some jeans and smirked. "You know, no matter what underwear I wear we probably smell like sex."

Brooke paled. "We do?" She inhaled deeply. "Do we?"

"I can smell it from here." Wade said from the other side of the door, and then sprayed air freshener.

Brooke panicked. "Oh my god, we need to take a shower!"

Cayden chuckled. "Calm down babe, it's alright. I kinda like the way you smell." She licked her lips in an obvious way. "You taste pretty damned good too."

"You still taste me?"

"EW!" came the comment from the hallway.

"Oh yeah, that's the best part, its the gift that keeps on giving." Cayden joked.

"Good lord, then my parents will smell it! Go brush your teeth!"

"Aw Brooke, but I don't want to, I want to keep you in there."

"I'm going to vomit." came the voice from the other side of the door.

"WADE! Take a walk will you!" Cayden threw open the door and Wade was sitting on the floor with a glass of wine and a half eaten tray of cheese and crackers.

"Don't even tell me you've been here the whole time."

"You must be insane. I only came here to hear the awkward after moments, which may I add, weren't all that awkward. I think Im in love with the both of you right now, you are so cute!"

Cayden rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's just what I wanted."

Brooke blushed.

Wade suddenly turned serious. "Cayden, if you do one stupid Cayden thing to lose this wonderful woman I'll kill you."

The tall woman sighed dramatically. "Why are you here? Isn't Queer Eye on television or something?"

"I'm taping it, I wouldn't miss this for the world. Not even Carson."

Brooke smiled, and winked at Wade, but didn't forget the original topic. "Teeth, now." she reminded the frowning brunette.

Cayden furrowed her brows even deeper, pouted, then dragged her feet to the bathroom.

Wade popped up from the floor and giggled happily. "So, what was it like? Tell me all about it, baby girl! Well, not all about it, but, you know. Ooo! I'm so happy for you!" He began to fix her messy hair and grinned wildly.

"Oh, Wade, it was wonderful! Cayden was charming, super, spectacular, amazing..."

Wade's eyes widened and he looked towards the bathroom. "Our Cayden?"

"Yes! She made me feel so at ease, so special... she was incredible, and oooo, what a lover." Brooke said, her eyes turning dreamy.

Wade's mouth hung open. "That Cayden?" He pointed to the bathroom.

Brooke laughed. "Yes, that Cayden. I never felt anything like that in my life! She was so patient, and sweet. Oh Wade, she's so terrific, and understanding. I knew it was there, I knew she was more than just the sum of her parts." Brooke smiled and sighed. "I just knew it."

Wade pulled Brooke into a bear hug. "Oh my god! Honey, I think you're in love! That's fabulous! I'm so happy!"

Cayden showed up as the two of them were jumping up and down, spinning around in circles. "I hate to break this to you, but that dance went out with Devo."

"Oh, come here and shut up you big ol' softie!" Wade jumped on Cayden and gave her a bear hug too. "This is so wonderful!"

"God, Wade." Cayden protested and squirmed away.

Wade just smiled knowingly at her. "Now, watch it you, I love this woman," he pointed at Brooke, "You better treat her right, or I'll try my best to hurt you."

Cayden couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, yeah. I happen to like her just a wee bit too. I intend to keep her around a while so don't you worry."

Brooke wrapped her arms around Cayden and sighed contentedly. "Good. I want to be around for a long time."

Cayden circled Brooke with her arms, and they stood there basking in their admissions.

Wade couldn't resist, and made it a group hug. To his amazement, Cayden didn't shoo him away. "Brooke, I really don't want to remind you honey, but your mother." He whispered, hating to break the mood.

Brooke sighed again, but it wasn't a happy one. "You're right, let's go, Cayden."

The tall woman, took her time unwrapping herself from Brooke and quickly ran her fingers through her hair. "Do I look ok?"

"Don't ask me, I'm biased." Brooke said with a smile.

"You both look like you just rolled out of bed." Wade offered.

"Gee thanks, you're a pal." Cayden replied sarcastically. "Well, it's now or never, let's go before I chicken out."

Brooke grabbed Cayden by the hand and pulled her to the door.

"I can't believe this is my Cayden, look at you girl! Just going willingly and everything!" Wade shook his head and folded his arms over his chest. "You should have met Brooke a long time ago."

"Why, thank you." Brooke said, tugging Cayden through the open door. "I am good for her, aren't I."

"I like her this way, you just keep her whipped." Wade teased.

"I'm right here you know." Cayden could be heard complaining as Wade closed the door.

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Harriet paced the house, furious that Brooke left her cell phone at home. She was so worried at the time that she drove Bert right out of bed, and now he sat in the living room scowling at his wife.

"Harriet, it's not like it's the middle of the night, you never worried at all when she was out with Grant until all hours."

"Well, she wasn't living here then. I can't possibly sleep while she's out gallivanting around the city all night!"

"It's hardly midnight, she's not going to turn into a pumpkin. Geez Louise." Bert complained, folding and refolding his legs.

"It's the coach that turns into a pumpkin, not Cinderella, and what does that have to do with anything anyway? She was only going out to dinner, what could be taking so long?"

Bert raised his eyebrows and then frowned. He just had a very good idea about what they could be doing and it didn't please him. "Just don't ambush her at the door."

"I'll do whatever I want, she's my daughter and she is late and didn't call to let me know where she is. I'm very mad Bert."

"You'll live."

Mrs. Hewitt stared at him in shock. "Bert! You can honestly say you're not the least bit upset?"

"Of course I'm upset, but I'm sure the time just got away from them, that happens when... you know... "

Harriet gasped. "Why'd you have to say that for? I refuse to believe they're having sex." she covered her eyes with her hands.

"Hey, I don't like it any more than you do, but Harriet, what can we do?"

Mrs. Hewitt shook her head rapidly. "No. They're just walking around window shopping."

"At midnight?"

"Bert!"

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"Almost an hour and a half?" Jodie shouted into the phone in disbelief.

"Yes! I swear! You should have heard it! Cayden rocked Miss Brooke's world, and let me tell you, the feeling was mutual."

"Wade, I just can't believe you listened at the door."

"I wasn't listening at the door, I was checking every so often and happened to get the good stuff. I was terrified I'd hear instructions or something, I don't know if I would have lived through it."

"So what was Brooke wearing? What was Cayden wearing? Who was louder? Tell me, tell me!"

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As soon as they entered the building, Brooke slowed her step. Cayden had an idea what they were in for and knew leaving Brooke at the door and running away wasn't a good idea. She poked the blonde in the back and urged her forward. "The sooner we get there, the sooner it will be over."

"I know, but..."

"No buts, come on."

Brooke took a deep breath and put her key in the lock. The door was pulled open fast, and there was Harriet. "Uh, hi mom?"

Mrs. Hewitt's eyes were slits. "Where were you? Why didn't you call? Do you know what time it is?"

Brooke backed up and Cayden stepped forward, smiling a charming smile. "Hello, Mrs. Hewitt, we are so sorry, we were having such a great night that time just got away from us."

Harriet folded her arms over her chest and harrumphed, turning from the door and allowing them entrance. Bert gave Brooke a sympathetic look as she walked in, and she pouted at him.

"What could you have been thinking young lady, look at the time, its almost..." Harriet stopped talking and gave them then once over. Her eyes widened from their slits to really huge, then she covered her mouth in horror. "Bert! Look at what she's wearing!" She exclaimed, pointing at Cayden.

Bert looked at the tall woman, then Brooke, and shrugged. "What?"

"They had sex!" Mrs. Hewitt threw herself into a chair dramatically.

"Because Cayden changed her clothes?" Brooke asked, trying to hide her reddening face.

Cayden cleared her throat nervously and stepped a few feet away from everyone.

Harriet waved a finger at Brooke. "I know what you did. I can see it all over your face."

Brooke wanted to die, and Cayden was right behind her. The tall woman sidled up to Brooke and smiled weakly. "Boy, it sure is hot out there." She tried cutting in.

"Mother! I'm a grown woman for crap sakes, if I want to have sex, I don't need your permission, and I certainly don't have to explain myself!"

"You did?" Harriet asked covering her mouth again.

"Harriet, what in God's name has gotten into you?" Bert wondered.

"You allow it?" She asked her husband.

"No, I mean yes, I mean it's not up to us! Leave the poor girls alone."

Cayden and Brooke edged closer to Bert.

"What's the big deal ma? You knew I was sleeping with Grant, I was living with him! Is it because Cayden is a woman? All of a sudden it's terrible? You bought me the bra to seduce her in the first place! What happened?"

Harriet looked guilty as she lifted her eyes. "I don't know."

"Mother, I don't understand what's gotten into you, if you're mad because I didn't call, then fine, I'm sorry, but if you're mad because I had sex, well you'll have to get over it because I liked it and I'm doing it again."

Bert coughed nervously and Cayden turned magenta.

"How about those Knicks?" The tall woman suddenly asked, licking her dry lips, hoping she wouldn't have to actually bring up Uzbekistan.

"Oh yeah, they're something else." Bert replied, nodding rapidly. "Did you see the game last night?"

Cayden nodded, even though she didn't know a thing about it. "Boy, I can use a drink." she said, trying to get Bert into the kitchen, and give Harriet and Brooke some time.

"Me too, let's go look in the fridge." Mr. Hewitt agreed and they went off to the kitchen.

"Alright mom, tell me what's going on. Now." Brooke insisted.

"Nothing. I just, well, I don't want you to, I like having you here, and..."

"So you think because I slept with Cayden that I'm instantly moving in with her?"

"Isn't that what lesbians do?"

Brooke laughed. "No... at least this one doesn't."

"So, that's it? You're a full fledged lesbian now? Will you be wearing rude T-shirts, cutting your hair and dying it orange?"

Brooke raised a curious eyebrow. Orange? "Ma, just calm down. I'm not changing a thing, I'm still me. I'm not moving out any time soon and I certainly won't be doing anything to my hair." Brooke took her mother's hand and smiled. "I don't know where you get this stuff from."

"I read. I watch television, there's lesbians all over the place now." She said looking up at Brooke. "You know, I'm not mad that you had sex. I'm uncomfortable, just a little bit, as any mother would be, I guess I was afraid to lose you. Grant stole you away from us, we hardly saw you at all."

"Oh, mom, Cayden certainly isn't Grant, that's for sure."

"I suppose she's okay. You're father seems to like her."

"Well, I like her, and that's what matters. So it's alright now? You're alright?"

"Yes. I was just upset. I thought you were leaving again. I like you being here. Fred likes you being here."

"I can't promise that I'll never move out ma, I think this thing with Cayden is serious, really serious, but I'm not rushing it. I'll still be here for a while."

Harriet's eyebrows shot up. "How serious?"

"Very." Brooke admitted with a nervous smile.

"Honey, you just left a relationship, I hope you know what you're doing."

"Oh, this is no rebound. Trust me." Brooke assured.

"So, she's the one? Hmm. You could do a lot worse. In fact, you did. Tell her she can come in here now, I want to talk to her."

Brooke panicked. "Promise me not to say anything about it being serious! I don't want to scare her away!"

"She's so skittish?"

"Well, not exactly, but promise me mother."

"Oh alright." Harriet frowned. "I promise."

"Good, I'll go get her."

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Cayden concentrated on the beer Bert gave her like it was the most important thing on earth, all the while trying to come up with something to say. As it was, Mr. Hewitt was just standing there, looking at her, waiting. The tall woman's brain scrambled for something inane to bring up, but she was on the spot and nervous.

Bert eyed the tall brunette as she guzzled the beer. Surely she wasn't that thirsty, and he didn't fancy her a drinker. He pursed his lips as he thought how awkward she must feel, after all, Harriet wasn't an easy pill to swallow. Just the very idea of Harriet's mother knowing he had sex with her made him queasy... he could only imagine how Cayden felt. He looked her up and down, and tried to make eye contact to no avail. Cayden was attractive, with great physical attributes, he could see what Brooke saw in her, but she wasn't much of a talker. Not like Grant, who could talk an ear off.... whether you wanted him to or not. Bert grinned, he kinda liked that Cayden was the quiet type, but he also wanted to know more about her. She was, after all, Brooke's idea of sliced bread.

Cayden finished the bottle of beer and began picking at the label. Bert was staring at her, taking stock, and she felt like she was under a microscope. While she wanted to pass inspection, she wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as she could. She wondered if Brooke and her mom were finished, there wasn't any yelling, and she had no indication as to what was going on. She looked down at Fred, who suddenly appeared and was extremely grateful for the old dog. "So," she started, squatting down to the floor, "How've you been Fred?"

The small dog cocked his head to the side and whimpered. Cayden scooped him up and stood, holding his nose up to her face, happy she had something to concentrate on.

"He's old, but he's doing well." Bert answered for Fred.

"Actually, Sir, these teeny dogs have a long life span."

"Please, call me Bert. I really didn't want a dog, but Brooke drove us crazy. Would you believe she tried to convince us that a Great Dane doesn't take up much space?" Bert chuckled.

"I like the big dogs too, but be realistic, this is a New York apartment. I think Fred fits in just fine."

"Yeah, Harriet and I went looking for dogs, for weeks we searched. One day, Brooke comes waltzing in here with what we first thought was a rat. Turned out to be old Fred. She was so in love with him, how could we say no? She's determined when she wants her way."

"You're telling me?" Cayden blurted without thinking, placing Fred down.

Mr. Hewitt nodded sympathetically, he knew what Brooke put Cayden through. "She certainly got what she was after with you. I see, though, the feeling is mutual." His eyes suddenly turned serious. "Isn't it?"

Cayden swallowed hard. "Oh, yes, yes sir... Bert." The tall woman made a funny face as the beer rumbled around in her belly. Brooke walked into the room and Cayden felt a sense of relief. The blonde walked right up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Hey grumpy, mom wants to interrogate you." Cayden's eyes widened. "Oh, don't worry, I'll be right there and Daddy will protect you." Brooke glared at her father who agreed with a nod. She wrapped her other arm around the brunette and squeezed eliciting a huge belch from the tall woman. Brooke backed up and stared at Cayden, her mouth agape.

"Oh my!" Harriet exclaimed. "Bert! Excuse yourself!" She scurried into the kitchen wagging her finger.

Cayden held up the empty beer bottle, red faced and apologetic. "Heh, that was me." she admitted.

"Well, then, what do you say Cayden?" Harriet stood, tapping her foot.

"Er, excuse me." Cayden grabbed Brooke and pulled her so she stood in front of her.

Shaking her head, the blonde took the empty bottle and put it on the counter. "God, Cayden, that was gross."

The tall woman shrugged and didn't see the gross factor. Brooke stood and watched her barf for an hour and a burp was gross? Women. I could have farted.

Harriet patted Cayden on the arm and smiled. "You're excused. Let's go into the living room and have a nice little chat, shall we?"

Bert rolled his eyes. "Harriet, it's late."

"Nonsense, this will only take a minute."

Brooke twisted up her face as her mother left the room. "Just tell her what she wants to hear and we're home free."

"Can't we just run into your room and pretend to fall asleep?"

"Cayden, if I get you into my room, there will be no sleeping happening in there."

Bert cleared his throat. "I'll just be..." he scurried out quickly.

Brooke leaned into Cayden and smiled seductively. "Kiss me."

Cayden looked around nervously.

"Okay nervous Nelly, then make it quick." Brooke stood on her tip toes and pursed her lips.

Cayden did as she was told and to her surprise, Brooke almost pulled her down to the floor. The kiss was intense and Cayden soon lost all her bearings. She reached down and lifted Brooke onto the counter, pulling her as close as she could. The blonde groaned and wrapped her legs around the tall woman, Cayden was making her crazy all over again. Their tongues fought and tangled in each others mouth, they panted loudly between passionate kisses, totally forgetting where they were.

"Goodness!" Harriet gasped as she stepped into the kitchen. "Brooke! You'd think you could control yourself for just one minute!"

"Mom! can't I just get a moment?" Brooke leapt down from the counter.

Cayden refused to turn around. She blamed herself for the little indiscretion and was too embarrassed.

Bert ambled in, hopefully giving the girls ample time to disengage. "What's the shouting about?"

"They were practically doing it right on the counter!"

"We were just kissing daddy, don't listen to her."

Bert waved it away as if it were nothing, knowing full well he'd have had a whole other reaction had he caught them in the act. "Honey, try and keep it in your room, your mother seems to have forgotten what new love feels like."

Harriet was shocked. "I did not! It was just that.. I didn't expect it, that's all. I mean, right here in the kitchen, where I cook!"

"So, you'd feel better if we went into my room?" Brooke asked with a cheeky smile.

"Yes, I mean NO! Don't go in there... I mean, well... Bert, do you see how she's being fresh?" Harriet pouted.

Bert pointed his finger at Brooke as a way of reprimand.

Oh yeah, that'll teach her. Cayden thought, beginning to like Bert more and more.

Harriet turned to Cayden. "Now, come inside and sit down, would you like some tea?"

"No thanks." Cayden replied, following Brooke into the living room.

Mrs. Hewitt sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Cayden, reluctant to let go of Brooke's hand, dragged the blonde with her. It was a Cayden sandwich with a Hewitt on each end.

Bert sat in his usual chair, twining his fingers together and placing them slowly in his lap. He knew Cayden was uncomfortable, and truth be told, he had no idea what Harriet planned to say. He was as nervous as Cayden.

"So, I know that you two are a couple, lovers right?"

"Yes, ma." Brooke answered, rolling her eyes and squeezing Cayden's hand.

"Cayden, you don't mind that Brooke never had a relationship with a woman before?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Brooke asked.

"Hush up, I'm talking to Cayden. I watch Maury and I know all about these things. Brooke, you can be quite pushy when you want something. Like they said on the teevision, you newbies tend to fall in love with your first partner and I want to make sure Cayden is prepared for that."

Six eyes stared, and three jaws dropped at Harriet's rather observant statement.

Brooke glanced at Cayden and saw the brunette lick her lips nervously. The blonde became nervous too, could it be that Cayden wasn't prepared? What would she do if Cayden dismissed her?

"Well," The tall woman began quietly, totally flustered at being the center of attention. "I am well aware that Brooke has no experience with women, and in the beginning, I did fear getting involved because of the very same reason you brought up. I avoided it at all costs." Cayden looked at Brooke, who seemed to have shrunk into the couch. Puzzled, she continued. "But I couldn't fight the attraction. I like Brooke, an awful lot. Denying it was stupid. As for her being pushy, I'm really glad she is."

The blonde sighed in relief and kissed Cayden on the cheek. Cayden blushed and squirmed.

"I see." Harriet looked deep in thought.

Bert smiled at the tall woman. He knew it must have taken some effort on her part to confess that to Brooke's mother. Poor Cayden didn't know when she dates Brooke, she dates Harriet.

"See? I told you I know the way lesbians work, pretty soon you'll be living together and wearing each others clothes."

"Ma, I told you, we have no intentions of rushing into anything! If we do live together it will be in the future and not any time soon." Brooke imagined Cayden in her clothes and giggled.

"Are you going to get cats? I don't like cats very much at all, and I know lesbians like cats." Mrs. Hewitt said with a shake of her head.

Cayden and Brooke looked at each other and shrugged.

The brunette started to reply. "I don't actually know..."

Bert interrupted, "Harriet, for shoot sakes, they're only dating a week! Give the girls a break, how the heck should they know?"

"Well... I don't like cats."

"Point taken." Brooke said with a smile.

Cayden grinned to herself. We MUST get plenty of cats.

"Can we go now?" Brooke asked.

"I suppose." Harriet said with a sigh. "One more thing, Cayden, I know she's all grown up, but she's always going to be my little girl. Promise me you'll be good to her."

"Yes, ma'am." Cayden breathed a sigh of relief, that wasn't anywhere as bad as she had imagined. She stood up, and pulled Brooke out of the couch by her hand. Her eyebrow lifted at the look on the blonde's face.

"We'll be right back." Brooke said, dragging Cayden towards her bedroom. Once the door was closed, Brooke pushed Cayden onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "You don't think that kiss in the kitchen was enough do you?"

"No, but..."

"Shh." Brooke leaned down and kissed Cayden sweetly, and backed away. "I know you're sweating bullets knowing Harriet and Bert are in the living room, so I'll let you off easy." She kissed her again, this time with much more intent, tickling the tall, woman's lips with the tip of her tongue. Cayden's mouth opened and the kiss deepened, both tongues darting out and meeting. Brooke groaned, Cayden was the best kisser she's ever encountered and she felt as if they could kiss forever, but she knew the circumstances were uncomfortable for the tall woman. Breaking the kiss, she took a deep breath and sighed.

"Wow." Cayden breathed. "My lips tingle when you kiss me."

Brooke smiled in agreement. "Just you wait." She warned playfully. "There's plenty of you left to kiss and I intend to do just that." She saw the brunette's eyes narrow and smiled to herself. She climbed off of Cayden and stood up. "Come on, I know you want to get home and I really must get into that shower."

Grateful, yet disappointed at the same time, Cayden got up off of the bed. "Look here Brooke, don't you think you're the only one going to do all the kissing. There's quite a bit of you left for me to explore too." Brooke swallowed hard and Cayden chuckled. "That's right, you go to bed tonight with the same ideas that you put into my head."

Brooke groaned. "You're not fair."

Cayden leaned over and kissed the blonde. "Good night, Brooke."

Brooke pouted. "Good night. Get home safe okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

Cayden slipped out the door and stood there for a moment. Brooke sure knew how to start her engines and she needed to slow down before she faced the parents. Taking a few breaths, she calmed a little and braced herself as she turned the corner into the living room. "Well, I'll be going now, thank you for the beer Mr. Hewitt, it was nice chatting with you Mrs. Hewitt.

"Please," Harriet stood, "Bert and Harriet, and it was a pleasure chatting with you too." As Cayden opened the front door, Harriet stepped up behind her. "Oh, by the way, so this store of yours..."

"Harriet!"

Mrs. Hewitt frowned. "Never mind. You get home in one piece."

Cayden let the door close behind her and breathed a sigh of relief.

part 31

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