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Throngs of beachgoers lacquered in oil glisten along the beach, bodies bare and unburdened, offered up to the sun’s incessant demand to kiss every inch of their exposed skin.
Salty air mingles with the aroma of fresh Cafecito—dark, sugared, sinful—unspooling from some café, along with coconut-scented tanning oil.
The wind came off the ocean like a benediction, a reprieve from the stifling summer heat, sweeping through the palms. The fronds sway in the wind, as if dancing to the rhythm of the reggaeton playing in the distance.
The heat and the salt and the low insistent beat and the oiled and glistening skin all converged and melted into one thing.
Appetite.
Carnal and sumptuous and everywhere all at once. Thick and dark and sweet as the Cafecito on the wind.
Miami Beach radiated sultry, sexual energy. A playground for the debaucherous.
Which is why I chose it.
Sweat trickled down my face as I finished setting up the green-and-white-striped Cool Cabana and placed a large beach blanket in the shade it provided.
“Alright, honey, let’s get some sunscreen on you so you can play. Those cheeks already look like they’re burning.”
It takes you a second to answer. “Wha--? Oh, yeah, okay..”
Your focus isn’t on me—you’re scanning the beach full of beautiful bikini-clad women tanning in the sun and the handsome, muscular men hoping to get with them.
The men notice you, too. Men have always noticed you. Not that I blame them.
With the breeze rippling through your hair, revealing the yellow floral tankini that accentuates your figure and complements the linen pants beneath it, you’re as beautiful and elegant as ever.
Your linen pants aren’t the only thing your tankini complements, though.
From a distance, your linen pants are opaque enough to render the patterns beneath them indistinct and unrecognizable.
Up close, I can easily spot Griffin the lion, Zack the zebra, Lily the hippo, Alex the monkey, and Johnny the parrot on your Rearz Safari diaper.
“Arms up, eyes closed, princess.”
You whimper when you notice the pink bottle of Banana Boat Baby sunscreen in my hand, but let me rub the sunscreen into your arms, shoulders, back, and face without any fuss.
The moment I stop, you open your eyes. “Can I have a soda, please?”
“Sure, let me just finish with the sunscreen. Thank you for asking, honey.”
“Do you need me to help you with your sunscreen?” you suggested, a bit too eagerly to hide your attempt at distraction.
“You’re a silly girl. What about your little leggies, hmm?”
Blushing wildly, you bite your lip, desperately trying to come up with a way out. “Umm, I..I already did it! Yeah, at home. I just forgot to tell you! So, all good, Daddy!”
By now, your cheeks were blushing shades of red I didn’t have names for. You looked around to make sure nobody heard you say Daddy after practically shouting it.
“Hmmm,” I say sniffing the air, “You’re hiding something. Did you make a boomboom? Is that why you’re acting so silly?”
“N-no!”
“I'd better check. A stinky diapie in this heat is a recipe for rashies.”
I could practically hear the gears turning in your head, knowing that if you argued, it would draw attention, but not wanting to be checked so openly.
“Let's see,” I teased, using your hesitation to spin you around and pull back your diaper, “No poopies! But then why are you being so silly?”
We both knew the reason, but this game was far too fun.
“Oh no, did Daddy forget to shave your legs? Are you a hairy baby?”
“N-no!”
Your eyes meet mine, an unusual mix of neediness and daring. Not that it matters—there’s no going back to the way things were before.
This is what you begged for.
And where better to learn your rightful place in the world than here, surrounded by all these beautiful people?
Miami is where people go to see and be seen. To touch and be touched. A place that celebrates and perpetuates all the adult things that you gave up.
The people on the beach are no longer your equals.
No man will ever look at you in your thick, soggy diapers with the same lust as the women sunbathing on the beach.
Women will no longer be jealous of your beauty—the girl getting her diaper changed is adorable, not a threat.
All anyone will see is a silly girl.
“No? Hmm, this is quite the conundrum. Surely the baby isn’t scared of everyone seeing her friends?!”
I kneel in front of you and poke each character as I name them. “I thought you loved Lily..and Zack…and don’t forget Griffin!”
“D-Daddyyyy.”
“Princess…you’re not a big girl anymore. You’ll never be a big girl again. Look around, do you see anyone in diapers? No. They’re the adults—not you. This is your life now.”
“B-but…Daddy…”
Poor baby.
“No buts, sweetie. It’s time to let go of who you were, she’s not coming back. You’re never getting out of diapers or getting a second chance at adulthood. It’s time to show everyone the real you.”
You struggle to reply, surveying the crowd knowing every one of them is about to see your diaper.
“Now, are you ready to let Daddy put on your sunscreen?”
“Y-yeah, Daddy…”
“Do you want your binky?”
Your eyes flitter trying to decide. A binky will only draw attention to your infantile state—but you crave its calming power.
I smile at your teeny head nod.
“Good girl!” Inside your favorite binky in your mouth. “Daddy is proud of you, Princess.”
A weak, nervous smile creeps behind your pacifier.
I tickle your tummy before grabbing the sides of your linen pants, the last vestige of your adulthood, and slide them down, exposing your soggy Safari diaper.
“There’s my friends! Hi Lily!” I coo playfully, acting as if this is the most normal thing in the world. I grab the sunscreen and rub them into your legs, not even glancing at the reactions around me.
Because it doesn’t matter what they think. All that matters is ensuring my princess is properly protected from the sun.
Especially when the UV is at 11!
Her leg muscles are tight. I can feel her nerves the way she’s swaying, looking around.
I ignore it.
She’s not the woman I met two years ago. Not the woman one could shame a bartender with her dirty martinis. Or the woman who dominated every interaction at work.
That woman—whatever remains of her—is the one that’s nervous being seen in the diaper by all these hot twenty-something’s.
She’ll fade away into oblivion as the sweet, needy babygirl that I love gains more confidence. The one that belongs in diapers. The one that isn’t worried about things like sex, success, and fashion.
All I care about is the adorable little thing that years for the tender, intimate moments laying in Daddy’s lap, suckling on a baba, lost in my eyes. Hearing her silly giggles when Daddy makes funny faces during diaper changes.
And most of all, the way she blames her stuffy for her poopy diapers with such conviction.
“All done! Ready for that soda, princess?”
Her binky bobs a few times before she nods.
She has no idea how adorable she is right now. I almost feel bad that she’s struggling when I’m barely able to contain myself.
Here we are in the middle of South Beach—and she’s standing under a cabana in a floral print ranking and a soggy Rearz diaper, suckling on a pacifier.
Every bit the baby she’ll be for the rest of her life.
From the cooler I grab her a soda and myself a Pacifico, opening both and handing it to her.
“Whoops, Daddy forgot to clip your binky to your shirt!”
Her cheeks are the most adorable shade of red as she stands there letting me clip her pacifier to her top.
“Do you want to play in the sand for a bit before we go in the water?” I ask, knowing she’s not ready to venture beyond the relative safety of our cabana.
She nods.
I kiss her forehead before guiding her down to the sand. “I’ll grab your toys sweetie.”
I’ll never forget this moment as long as I live. The way her diaper poofs out as she’s sitting criss cross applesauce looking up at me, waiting to play in the sand.
Luckily I couldn’t help myself at the store, buying every adorable shovel, bucket, and sandcastle mold in sight.
I place them all in front of her.
In an hour she’s no longer glancing around at the curious beachgoers, consumed in her play. As I work on another beer, she looks up at me and smiles.
“Having fun, baby?”
“Mhm!”
“Wanna go in the water?”
“Ummm…” you stares out at the water, debating. As she does, her face suddenly focuses on something.
“What ya looking at princess?”
No response.
“Princess?”
Your hands ball into fists as she leans forward, still starting at nothing in particular.
“Mmmghhp.”
“Are you making a boomboom for Daddy?”
“Mmmpgghhh.”
Three college girls in University of Miami sorority shirts walking by hear her little grunts, stopping to watch a girl their age mess her diaper.
A loud, bubbly toot erupts into your diaper, which they take as their cue to move on. But not before giving me sympathetic smiles—especially after you grunt again.
Before you come out of your pushie stupor, I snap a few pictures of the moment.
A small, needy voice breaks the silence.
“D-Dada….”
Your voice cracks, small and needy barely louder than the distant crash of the waves. Your cheeks are the deepest shade of crimson I’ve ever seen, eyes wide and glistening as you glance towards the sorority girls still lingering a few steps away.
They’re pretending they aren’t watching your babyish display but their knowing smiles and whispered giggles tell a different story.
I lean in closer, my voice low and velvet-soft against your ear.
“What’s wrong, Princess? Use your words. Tell Daddy what you need.”
“I…I…”
“Did my princess make a boomboom?”
“M-mhm…”
“You silly baby, c’mon, let’s get Daddy’s lil’ stinker changed!”
I don’t even bother finding anywhere secluded to change her. This is her life now—and mine.
All around us the hot and sweaty dance of Miami Beach continues on as if we were never there. As it will for every summer after.
But not for you.
Next summer I’ll take you somewhere age appropriate.
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This caption was written with, is for, and features the adorable @prettymuchpottytrained. I just may have a few more captions left in the tank after all.
Anyone watching you through the baby monitor would be forgiven for thinking you were nothing more than a toddler refusing to sleep. Between the expensive baby monitor Daddy bought and the Bluey nightlight, your infantile state was impossible to miss.
Your Bluey shirt failed spectacularly to cover your overworked Stardust Nursery diaper, which drooped adorably between your legs. Your binky bobbed sporadically while you surveyed the nursery.
Nobody seeing you would ever believe you were actually an adult.
But you could hear what the baby monitor could not—the telltale sounds of pleasure coming from Daddy’s bedroom.
“Ahhh, she's so stinking cute in her widdle diapers!” Mary squealed in delight, watching the diaper-clad girl on Daddy's phone, “She’s like a real baby with her pacifier!”
“Just wait,” Daddy said behind a smirk, knowing what's about to happen. “It gets better. But try not to wake her up. It was hard enough putting her down for her nap and she’s just as fussy as a toddler if it gets interrupted.”
Daddy’s friends nod conspiratorially as they go back to watching the recording on his phone while you nap down the hall, blissfully unaware that your antics are the star of the show.
Had you known the baby monitor had a camera, you might have resisted your urges.
But you didn’t.
You couldn’t resist the siren song of pleasure. Between Mommy’s moans and Daddy’s decisive grunts—and your throbbing princess parts—you were utterly helpless to control yourself.
There you were, kneeling in your crib and diaper, listening to the unmistakable sounds of pure, erotic bliss, forced to accept the truth of your new place in life.
Nobody considered you an adult anymore.
Your nursery was no longer ornamental; it was a functional room designed to handle the needs of a diaper-dependent little one.
Your diapers were no longer accessories; they were necessary. It had been so long since you used the potty that the only time you spent out of them was for baths and the few minutes a day Daddy let your skin air out.
Your clothes no longer serve to highlight your feminine curves; they were designed to make diaper changes easier for Daddy.
Your binky was no longer a “mute button;” it was a necessary tool to calm the nerves of someone too emotionally immature to be expected to self-soothe.
Naptime is no longer an occasional event; it is now a daily requirement to avoid tantrums. One missed nap meant hours of fussiness.
Daddy didn’t strip away your decision-making and autonomy because he made you squirm; he did it because he no longer believes you are capable of managing yourself without a caregiver.
He sees you for who you are.
You aren’t his strong, independent wife anymore; you’re his poopy pamper princess. He knows you don’t need him to be a husband—you need Daddy. Someone to wipe the tears off your cheeks when you’re overwhelmed, to change your icky diapies, and to slide your favorite stuffy into your arms before bed.
Which is why Mommy is the one moaning in pleasure—not you.
You didn't get demoted to the nursery because you're just some silly cuckquean, getting off on being relegated to humping stuffies in a soggy diaper. He's not doing it to tease, humiliate, or titillate you.
He’s doing it because he can no longer imagine the sweet, innocent babygirl who squeals in delight when he blows raspberries on her tummy during poopy diaper changes as a sexual being.
You’re his baby.
His love for you is as strong as the day he married you—but the nature of your intimate moments together has irreconcilably changed.
For him, nothing beats the slow, tender evenings with you wrapped up in his arms, staring up at him with sleepy eyes full of love, your binky bobbing slower and slower until you drift off.
Or the rainy weekends when he raids the linen closet so he can build a fort with his little one, making room for every stuffy. Or the binky kisses.
How could he possibly imagine you as an adult with sexual desires?
“Wait…she’s not gonna use that stuffy to do that, right?” James gasped, watching you lay your favorite stuffy on his back.
Mommy and Daddy look at each other, trying not to laugh.
“She does have one naughty big girl habit,” Mommy chuckled as you positioned yourself with the stuffy, “But it’s just so stinking cute. Best part is she thinks she’s sneaky, too.”
They watch your adorably clumsy thrusts into your favorite stuffy. Slowly at first, glancing at the door periodically. Then faster. Greedier.
Mary sighed, “I can't believe I took sex advice from her.”
“Maybe you should take a leaf from her book,” James quipped, “You've been single for so long, maybe a stuffy would be the perfect boyfriend. Besides, you'd look so cute in one of those diapers! Wait, her little diaper crinkles as she humps are adorable!”
Daddy immediately rushed to pause the video.
“Why'd you pause it?”
“Because the video doesn't have sound...”
“Wha-whacha wachin', Daddy?” you mumbled. You were too groggy from your nap to be embarrassed about your friends seeing your adorably frizzy hair, diaper, and binky.
“Oh, just some boring video, nothing you'd enjoy, kiddo.”
Daddy slid the phone into his pocket before lifting you up and resting you on his hip.
“Oh my gosh, do the stars on her diaper fade away when she's wet?” Mary asks, “See, those stars are normal, and those ones are gone.”
Daddy crinkles your diaper playfully. “They do! We thought they might help her with some potty training. Seeing her stars go 'bye-bye' might inspire her to stay dry, but...Well, let's just say I expect diapers to be part of her life for a long, long time.”
Knowing your diaper is on full display—and hearing everyone casually talk about your potty training struggles—you hide your face in Daddy's neck, holding onto him like a koala in a hurricane.
“What are you doing out of bed, hmm?” Daddy cooed, bouncing you slightly to distract you from noticing his hand pulling back your diaper.
“D-Dada!” you whine at the indignity of this public diaper check.
Daddy rubs your back. “Uh oh...are you Dada's little stinkerpants? Poor baby, trying to sleep in that icky yucky didi...”
You peel yourself from Dada's neck to give him your devastating puppy-dog eyes.
“C'mon, baby, let's get you out of that poopy diapie,” Daddy says, heading towards your nursery.
As you're carried off you catch something about a stuffy and laughter.
“Wuh funny bou' sthuffie, Dada?” you ask as you're gently deposited onto the changing table.
Daddy tickles your tummy. “Oh, they can't get over how much you love your stuffies, that's all.”
For a split-second, a horrible dread crept into your mind—do they know? Why did Daddy say "love" like that? Did Daddy hear when you...played with Dijon?
But the thought is forgotten the moment cold air rushes into your princess parts as Daddy peels back your diaper.
The only thing that mattered was Daddy putting you in a fresh, warm diaper.
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The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.
It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.
She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.
No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.
She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!
Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”
She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.
“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”
He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”
But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.
Her stomach dropped.
Daddy… no.
The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.
When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.
She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.
“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”
He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”
She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.
“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”
“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."
The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.
She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.
Because now she was his baby girl.
And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.
The car ride started off hopefully.
She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.
“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”
Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”
She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.
But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.
When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.
Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.
For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.
But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.
“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”
“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”
She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.
They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.
As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.
But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.
“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”
Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”
The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes.
“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”
Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”
She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”
Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.
“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”
She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”
He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"
The words made her feel impossibly small.
He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.
“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”
She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.
When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.
The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.
Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.
Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.
“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”
“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.
He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.
She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.
They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.
They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.
For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.
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