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/><category term="man" /><category term="guy" /><category term="women" /><category term="wrong" /><category term="tantra" /><category term="children" /><category term="office" /><category term="guide" /><category term="she" /><category term="boobs" /><category term="upset" /><category term="tutorial" /><category term="puke" /><category term="club" /><category term="party" /><category term="drunk" /><category term="games" /><category term="single" /><category term="careers" /><category term="yo gabba gabba" /><category term="star" /><category term="dog" /><category term="only" /><category term="gspot" /><category term="bad sex" /><category term="parents" /><category term="aggressive" /><category term="passion" /><category term="voyeurism" /><category term="jobs" /><category term="call" /><category term="long distance" /><category term="play" /><category term="razor" /><category term="lovers" /><category term="dates" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="house" /><category term="sensuality" /><category term="idiots" /><category term="teens" /><category term="phone sex" /><category term="partners" /><category term="coworker" /><category term="regain" /><category term="fat" /><category term="in love" /><category term="money" /><title>NicoLegend</title><subtitle type="html">The Real Deal</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://the4biddenapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://the4biddenapple.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134322161972762704/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>NicoleDNeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05580438918089100968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/The4biddenapple" /><feedburner:info uri="the4biddenapple" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>The4biddenapple</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACQn0yfSp7ImA9WhRUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134322161972762704.post-4562785603013955703</id><published>2012-01-28T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:09:23.395-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T19:09:23.395-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="erect" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wives" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dysfunction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="penis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="husbands" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>No Hard Candy</title><content type="html">Now I know women always go for the bigger piece of meat when it comes to selecting men. But some men have this huge umm member and have no idea how to use it..... Can you imagine getting all hot and wet waiting for this guy to put this meat all inside you, only to find out he sucks at f******. lol......&lt;br /&gt;
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Or worse he has this big piece of sausage and it doesnt even get erect...........hmmm well this could mean alot of things...either he is not attracted to you.....or .....he likes guys........or his sausauge just can't get the job done........&lt;br /&gt;
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so in case this is a medical problem :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://ehealthforum.com/health/topic43114.html"&gt;My husband cant stay erect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134322161972762704-4562785603013955703?l=the4biddenapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://allhealthhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Is-beauty-skin-deep-offbeat-thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5pMQYDaXUQHYREDRWJ1O1JumZCIfrrRPSoS4BmURk0Y-SbT7q7w" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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The outside of a person:&lt;br /&gt;
1. has a car&lt;br /&gt;
2. a job&lt;br /&gt;
3. went to college&lt;br /&gt;
4. has family&lt;br /&gt;
5. lived some places&lt;br /&gt;
6. had a couple of girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;
7.likes the color blue&lt;br /&gt;
8. has hot body&lt;br /&gt;
9. is social&lt;br /&gt;
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well all of that sounds good but what about how they feel when tragedy strikes? Or how do they react when they have financial problems?What are the flaws they have? How do they sound when they sneeze? What do they hate about them self and why?&lt;br /&gt;
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The inside person is very different and sometimes complicated. The way a person thinks and acts can have a major impact on your relationship. Forget about the mess on the outside, find out about the inside. When you have relationships online for example, it seems you get to know the mental of the person first. Everything about them comes out in their own words. Since you are not near each other it is easier to provide lots of details about yourself. Now don't be silly and provide all your information to someone you only known a week. Even in person its always good to sit down and ask questions about a persons past, present, and future. Now if the person gets defensive and doesnt want to answer your questions then leave them alone. If you find that a person gives you too much information the first day then run far away from that person. Use good judgement and know the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here I have listed some videos regarding helpful instructions before you have sex....must be 18&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.marriagehelper.com/marriage_forums/difficulties-and-challenges/husband-says-sex-is-boring/"&gt;Husband says sex is boring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.sexinfo101.com/sp_index.shtml"&gt;http://www.sexinfo101.com/sp_index.shtml&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, this was me ....at school and I had such a hard time eating in the&amp;nbsp;cafeteria. I would shake so bad because I was worried about people looking at me. My mind would run with these thoughts that nobody liked me.&amp;nbsp;Someday s&amp;nbsp;I would sit in the corner and just cry my eyes out and no one would see me. No one even noticed me to ask, if I was okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to be such a wimp, coward, shy, scared, mean, sad, and I never smiled. In my eyes there was never nothing to smile about. I would spend my time drawing or writing poetry. I would stay in my room for hours writing in my diary about how I hated everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today as &amp;nbsp;I look back, I took alot of things for granted and my life has passed so quickly. The things that used to bore me, actually excite me. Reading about space, endangered animals, cooking, writing, watching romance movies, history, computers, anime, and talking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I never used to be a person that liked to talk, I spent most of my school years in silence. Now , I find my self talking so much that it blows me away. I mean, not like a motor mouth, but I enjoy conversation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There has even been days I have looked at my self as a monster. I never thought I looked like anything special and to think of my self as attractive never crossed my mind. I used to sit in the mirror and try to figure out which outfit would make me look thinner. I wasted so much time picking at myself and never&amp;nbsp;appreciating&amp;nbsp;what I already had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then dating and marriage, has ran through my life like a speed train. The blind dates, the crazy encounters, the failed marriages, and the online relationships have exhausted me. I have spent so much time throwing myself into something that never has a good outcome. I guess a girl like me, who&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;know what she wants has to wait till it smacks her in the face.&lt;/div&gt;
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As I reflect on the past, I want to bring life to my future and learn more about myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If today you woke up and felt like cutting your wrists and bleeding among the thousands of leaves under the oak tree, you are not alone. Before you move to change your future let me mentally cut your wrists for you. As you bleed out, all the things you went through and consumed you are no longer a problem. Laying still among the leaves, your thoughts go from a million to just one. Soon your blood fills your body and your mind becomes disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;
We have all been through something, that has either enriched or troubled our lives. &amp;nbsp;People say just do the right thing and you will be okay. Some even say, just forget that it happened and you will be fine. But do they understand that the pain you went through will never be just fine. The hurt you suffered will never be just okay. Crying for a day is not enough to consume your heavy heart. Its not enough for someone to listen to all your worries. Its not even enough for someone to pat you on the back wishing you well. Nobody knows how you feel and will never be so close to breathe into your madness. This madness rests deep in your mind and there is no way out.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you lay among the leaves a last smile comes to your face, replacing all the sad ones. Nothing is more beautiful than this time. Your last thought playing as a child, as your mother watches you fall and she makes every effort to make you feel better. How many times have you made the same mistake over and over, still no difference? Those times you doubted who you are, why did you feel like that? Those precious moments that you threw away, for what?&lt;br /&gt;
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As people rush to see your body among the leaves under the oak tree, you wonder where were these people when you got raped? How come no one heard your cry as you got beaten up every night? Why did your suffering go unnoticed against watchful eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
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They soon begin to load you up like garbage and ship you to the county morgue, where the people will examine and analyze you. You suffered every single day and no one thought to examine your routine. No one even cared enough to analyze your weak moments.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today nobody has to worry about that poor girl……and nobody has to think about that sad guy …..because you resolved your own problem. You stopped everything in order to fully heal yourself. Are you happy? Are you satisfied that you left everyone behind? Do you feel good about your decision?&lt;br /&gt;
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The leaves of the oak tree are so dry but thirsty, make your decision .&lt;br /&gt;
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1. he changes the kind of clothes he wears&lt;br /&gt;
2. he learns a new slang&lt;br /&gt;
3. he pays attention to you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;
4. He loses track of time&lt;br /&gt;
5. He works late&lt;br /&gt;
6. goes to work early&lt;br /&gt;
7. starts doing chores around the house&lt;br /&gt;
hmm okay thats all i have for now...lol&lt;br /&gt;
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oh here is a game also&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large; line-height: 21pt;"&gt;She
cheated on me, because we argued! Should I take her back? NEED ADVICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3e85bb; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 120%;"&gt;Asked by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.askmehelpdesk.com/members/bigdeeno1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3e85bb;"&gt;Bigdeeno1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 120%;"&gt;Me and my girlfriend had an argument, we took a short break
from each other when we were still together. The argument caused her to flirt
with other guys and have sex with them. I don't know about you but that's not
something I would do in a relationship, its not normal at all. She said she did
it because she was heart broken by me.. And that she didin't know what she was
doing. Anyways... I've put our relationship on hold and told her I'll give her
an answer soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"&gt;Can she be forgiven for what she did? I've been told before that if
they cheat they will do it again.. I don't know what to do right now.. We still
love each other but I need to think of myself at times like this. Please give
me some advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;From Nico::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Well its 7pm and you just walked in your house and sniffed the air. Hmm.....no meat, potatoes, or wife in sight. Is she in the living room watching a movie and forgot about you ...nah........Your wife is at Tony house. Oh! you&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;know Tony? hmm well your wife does. All those sweet smiles she been giving you and those 5 course meal dinners was all a cover up. See while you have been at work she been riding Tony. She has fucked him sideways, upside down, doggy, and in your damn bed. Mhm, yes she has been fucking a strange guy in your bed. So how come you didn't know? Men are blind sometimes...and when things are good between you and your woman, always trust her. When things are too damn good to be true...then you find out what the hell is really going on. I don't know any magic but I one thing is clear its pretty damn hard to turn a shark into a goldfish over night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Now this poor guy above is lost and obviously he&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;see the signs that she has been cheating. Nobody has a&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;and thirty minutes later fuck somebody else&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;just insane. This girl has been fucking around for a long time and he just&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;open his eyes to it. My advice is to move on and let her continue to be the slut bucket she is. No one deserves to be treated like trash, and heart stepped on. In my own, journey with my Romey I have learned more about respect and pure honesty. No one should be lead to believe that &amp;nbsp;someone love them and they really don't. If this guy goes back to her she will continue to break his heart by being with other people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The best thing to do when someone betrays you is to live better........live your life to the fullest and never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am so captured by his smile it gives me goosebumps every time my eyes gazes upon his. If there is a really a true definition of love, then I know I have it. I can't pin point the exact second that I fell in love with him but I know the moment when it happened. On this day he told me to tell him all about me and be open. He wanted to know all about me and all that I think. Nobody has never asked me to talk about myself &amp;nbsp;and his&amp;nbsp;interest&amp;nbsp;made me feel so comfortable with him. Each day I open myself more and even now I get shy like a teenager when I talk to him. The&amp;nbsp;encouragement&amp;nbsp;and reassurance he gives me speaks volumes and I love him for that. He gave me back these feelings that I had&amp;nbsp;suppressed&amp;nbsp;for years. My eyes and heart are so open that I can never look back to who I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;
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i have been with my boyfriend almopst a year now, i love him so much and i am constantly in tears because of us being apart. see he lives a five and a half hour train jorney away from me we see each other maybe every 3 or 4 weeks for a weekend and it hurts so much when i leave. he has said he loves me and never wants to leave me. one minute we spoke about marriage and living togeather but now he keeps telling me he is having doubts about it all. he said he ploves me needs me ect but thinks he wil get twenty years down the line and have regrets about not having a proper single life. i cant lose him i love him so much i think if i did i would want to die ( wouldnt actually do anything to kill myself thouhg) what do i do. i suggested a break i suggested we try a trial separation but what if he dont want me after that seperation? please help me anyone&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" src="http://www.relationshipsguru.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" style="background-color: transparent; background-image: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; clear: none; float: none; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 0; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #202020; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Love is a feeling that consumes your soul, body, and mind. It melts your thoughts into endless dreams and possiblites. Ifi this guy really and truly loved her then giving her up&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;be so easy. Two things stuck out in her message and one was that he had doubts and the other was he would regret not having a proper single life. This man wanted her at some point but over time he lost&amp;nbsp;interest&amp;nbsp;in her. Sometimes distance can break people who are not strong enough to endure the journey. Sometimes distance can shatter hearts that are not ready for the fight. This man was not ready to be in love with her and he lost the motivation to stay in love. This relationship is over and now she has to look at the lesson learned. The lesson was that love never leaves and if it does then it was never meant to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134322161972762704-357994310454697947?l=the4biddenapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Every night I would toss and turn thinking of what it would be like to be in his hug. Then some days I would think of all the things we do together from sun up to sun down. The day I met him I was so nervous and my tummy was in pure butterflies. As I grabbed the door at the airport. I engulfed some air to be able to speak to him with out shaking. The more I kept reading all the gate signs the more my hands trembled. I felt sick, worried, good , bad , alone, scared, and &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;over whelming emotion. He told me to look for a blanket that he would be holding from the flight. God there was so many people and my eyes would bounce from hand to hand. I told him what &amp;nbsp;I would be wearing which is some dark jeans, a pink shirt and my hair in curls all over. I told him I would be the goofball with his initial on my shirt. So as people started to disappear, I wondered where could he be and my heart just pumped and pumped. I&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;believe I would finally meet the love of my life after so many years. Now I can be face to face and tell him I love him or even tell him I am mad of him. All the things I have wanted to do and all the dreams we had were so much. We even talked about kissing in the rain and ironically it was raining at the airport that same moment. Soon the floor was clear and only a few people remained but as minutes turned to an hour I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;see him. So many things were running through my mind and I thought maybe he seen me and he hate me. Or maybe he decide that I&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;worth his time. I started to panic so much , I decided that I need to go calm down and maybe get a drink. So I started to walk to the cafe in the airport and waited in line. Part of me wanted to ruin my makeup and cry because he&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;show up. As my hands trembled, I stood in line dreaming of him again and then a voice said , "Excuse me but your are next." Ignoring the voice I moved forward and placed my order. As I stood there waiting I felt these arms wrap me so tight.Then a voice whispered softly in my ear, "My baby, I have been waiting to do this for so long." I wanted to scream as I turned around but he said, "shhhhhh." He wrapped me up so tight in his hug that my eyes became a waterfall but he kept everybody from seeing this. His hug was so warm and his voice so sensual and comforting to me. He was so smooth as if he was saying a&amp;nbsp;lullaby&amp;nbsp;to me. He just told me no more worries, and&amp;nbsp;confirmed&amp;nbsp;that he is here now...As I began to come from out his chest I looked up at him and seen his beautiful smile staring at me. He said, " wow its raining." smirking a little as he look at me. I then realized that my first kiss would be in this rain. As we walked hand and hand we stepped out into the night. Our hands wrapped in each others he gave me the most passionate kiss I ever had in my life. A tear rolled down my chubby cheek and before it could reach my chin he wiped it away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Operator: We are now going to transfer you sir&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Thank you&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9*Samantha: Tim, I been thinking about you all day&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Really, umm can you tell me what you have on&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9*Samantha: Mm baby, I have on a short white tank and a white pearled g string.&lt;br /&gt;
Timothy would you like to rub my nipples or would you like to lick them mmmm&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Oh well yes baby I would love to lick and suck you so damn bad&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9* Samantha: Oh Tim, I been so wet waiting for you to lick inside my wet p*ssy&lt;br /&gt;
mmm I would love for you to pull down my g string and swirl your juicy tung all inside ....*moans*&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Damn, ...ohhhhh ......im so damn hot......hold on babe I need to take off my clothes because my cock is busting out.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9* Samantha: Oh yes baby, I can help you and work my tung all over your rock hard cock...mmmm Tim ......my clit is pulsating .....and I can feel you so deep ......pushing your tung all deep inside ...flicking at my clit&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Oh yea, my wife wont do me like this..........mmmm ooo baby im wanking my cock ..just for you baby ...oh shit yes&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9*Samantha: mmm baby let me sit on your hard cock as I play with my nipples ...rubbing them against your lips. Tim, I like the way you grab my ass ...squeezing and making my ass clap as I ride you up and down ...swallowing all your meat......&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Oh im going to cumm.......grunts and moans....oooooooo baby .....daddy comin....mmmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9*Samantha: mmmm ooo yes baby squirt all your cum all over my DDD tits...and let me lick it off..mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: Oh damn that was the best woooo........oh damn !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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*Call 9* Samantha: Baby see you at home for dinner.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Timothy: mmm dinner........see you at home baby&lt;br /&gt;
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Phone sex is something that gives fire to your relationship and makes communication seamless. The more you practice and engage in TTF *TalkTungFuck* the more comfortable it will be. It has taken even me a while to get comfortable expressing myself and losing my inhibition. But once you start you can't stop really and soon you both are racing to the phone to call each other. Don't ever doubt something simple like this to arouse your partner, it works. Can you imagine hearing some sexy stuff like above and then getting home and both of you are racing for the bed. There is a game you can play once you get home its called *lights off* and all you do is get naked and turn off every light in the house. Now make sure your partner knows what you doing because you dont want to get your naked ass shot. Well anyway meet them at the door and pretend the power went out and you have to help them take off their clothes. Then you remove all their clothes one by one. Oh of course the rest is up to you ....umm cowgirl or doggy please .......lol........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/200913044/phone-sex-beginners"&gt;How to phone sex &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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you sure you want to leave?&lt;/div&gt;
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why are you always crazy?&lt;/div&gt;
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if you leave I won't take you back?&lt;/div&gt;
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We worked so hard at this why leave?&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm&amp;nbsp;only crazy for you so don't leave?&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh yes, this goes on and on and on. We are so intelligent and so in tune with each others thoughts its hard to end our discussion. I don't even know of many couples that can argue for 8 hours and come out alive. I don't love to argue but I love that our arguments lead to a discovery. Our deep passionate arguments open up discussions that are so wide.Romeo and I can take a topic like chicken and turn it into a 5 hour conversation&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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like this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: I am cooking chicken&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Romeooo: what kind of chicken recipe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: Im cooking chicken&amp;nbsp;Alfredo&amp;nbsp;and with some spices and salad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Romeo: You know my mom is a good cook, like my baby *wink*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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but um she uses a blend of spices when she cooks like, oregano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: yes i put oregano in this , give it alot of flavor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Romeo: you know i can help a little ...put a pasta here and chicken there ..a kiss um somewhere ..smiles....&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: lol you are such a good help ...mhm......&lt;/div&gt;
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trust me this goes on and on and on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We enjoy each others words and we feed off of each sentence as if its our breathe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish people could do how we do maybe people would stay together longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would love to hear stories from people who have relationship like me and romeo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But if you&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;have this kind ....just learn to be more&amp;nbsp;flexible&amp;nbsp;in love ...and things will always work out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134322161972762704-5238432076475722957?l=the4biddenapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the average eye, I am very quiet and mysterious. Everyday I immerse myself in a&amp;nbsp;mathematical&amp;nbsp;symphony of deep thoughts. In a second, I admire the flower on the ground and in five more seconds I am wishing for things. In so many ways I am this fragile flower that can bloom daily and consume you with smiles. Then at times I am so ill, no compassion, and way to logical. Above all else that is so wild about me, I will always be true and&amp;nbsp;original. &amp;nbsp;Is this you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Being complex&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;mean that you can't form relationships,but you do have to put a lot of effort into making things work. You will make mistakes along the way and wonder if your effort are enough but keep in mind nobody is perfect. You have been specially made and if someone can't love you for you, then its not worth it. You are such an amazing and&amp;nbsp;original&amp;nbsp;masterpiece, believe in that and all your dreams will come true.&lt;a href="http://leahday.wordpress.com/"&gt;Complex women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwJElbadlK0"&gt;Gspot &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I am in the mood to write stories....but to me books are way too long. I like to read but I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;think you should have to read 500 pages to read something beautiful. I lose&amp;nbsp;interest&amp;nbsp;after about 40 pages...lol......well anyway here is a link to one of my short stories........&lt;/div&gt;
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The best erotic stories always include you and your lover, so if you have time and a creative mind then put all your thoughts on paper. If you have thought about your wife sitting on your desk at work with no panties....then ...write about it.......(then later try it lol) ........but writing about it helps increase your sexual desire for her. Even if your thought is really naughty, write all about it. Today I am&amp;nbsp;encouraging&amp;nbsp;you to write out all your fantsies and fulfilling some of them later..............&lt;br /&gt;
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hey if you write something really good...I want to read it too...lol....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/top_10/dating/top10-female-sex-fantasies_10.html"&gt;top ten women sexual fantasies &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134322161972762704-8135304271998801642?l=the4biddenapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So she is crazy but not like killer crazy but she makes you mad sometime. On&amp;nbsp;some days&amp;nbsp;it even seems that she&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;understand anything you explain to her. You have even told yourself you would leave her if things&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;get better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know its not like the movies, you know where you fall madly in love and gaze into each other eyes...as if you never seen each other before. Well real love is the crazy stuff you go through with a partner. Who else can put up with your mess and understands you like a book. Some men think women stop loving them at some point and lose attraction for them. The only thing that has happened to your woman is that she is distracted by something. It can be kids, job, or the way she looks which can distract her from truly loving you. I have seen it time and time again.........&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;..woman gets a job.....then here comes the stress.........woman has kids......damn...more stress and then the mother of all distractions..........she gained weight .........which will not only bring on stress but alot of excuses too.&lt;/span&gt; These small things are just outer layers that need to be scaled back some and with your love, patience, and endurance you can break through all of this. The point is to get back to real love, empowering , and embracing each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody, should be tearing the other down and instead lift each other up. I know you have heard that being in a relationship is like a&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;and this is true. You have invested all your time, thoughts, and moments into this person why throw it away. &amp;nbsp;She even knows you sleep with a teddy bear sometime.......she even knows you pick your nose early in the morning and&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; your farts........ugghhh god awful..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.........but she loves you anyway despite all that. Do you really want to tell someone new all your flaws, your screw ups, and your past relationships?.....&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Don't foreclose on your business......re decorate ....start some new bonds.....create some new happiness......reinvest in your emotions........&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;.Don't sale....don't sale!&lt;/span&gt; your&amp;nbsp;business..........throw the for sale sign away ........and walk back in with your head held high and be strong for her.........Remember you are the&amp;nbsp;architect&amp;nbsp;of this&amp;nbsp;business.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Keep this phrase in your mind:::::::::::::::::::::::::::: NEW ASS EQUALS MORE CASH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So continue to be in love.....and enjoy all the crazy, sexy, and emotional moments together. Be in love and tell the world that you have a rock by your side. Tell everyone ....she rocks your world like nobody else could.......let people know that you have a beautiful and sweet woman who not only lifts your&amp;nbsp;spirits&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;strengthens&amp;nbsp;every bone in your body. Never let anybody else tell you otherwise.......you know what you been through with this woman........you know the struggle and heartache you have faced together........&lt;br /&gt;
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So did you ask yourself again? ..............are you in love??????&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some links to help you along the way :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.com/article/71197-motivate-wife-lose-weight/"&gt;Help her lose weight &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.fathers.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=484&amp;amp;Itemid=63"&gt;De-stress your wife &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was two seconds literally from taking my crazy self to bed, when I seen a 911 comment. Since I feel so strongly about how men and women should treat each other, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
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In ref: to : (What can I do?)&lt;br /&gt;
Sweetie, thank you for your comment and I am going to try to answer your question in a two ways compassionate and crazy. Yea, If you have been reading my blogs, you already know you will get a wild answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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But anyway the only person who is cheesy is your wife. Let me tell you what has happened to your marriage. Some how you lost your man card. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;****&amp;nbsp;Looks&amp;nbsp;down at the floor.....damn where it go******.&lt;/span&gt;....yes you have lost your man card. She has lost respect for you and is making fun of all your efforts. This does not mean she&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;love you. Usually I would say screw her....and find someone else......but its not that deep. Most women lose respect because the man becomes way too needy and leaves the bulk of the&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;on the wife. This kind of woman can always handle everything on her own and rarely needs you and this is where she lost respect for you. In order to regain her respect you have to be firm in your&amp;nbsp;decision&amp;nbsp;making and emotions. Don't ever say ...."Kelly, you know I love you, right?" No NO and No.........Be firm and look in her eyes and say, "Kelly, baby I love you." &amp;nbsp;but don't tell her this while she is covered in diaper poo......or cleaning a chicken. Take her to a romantic&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;so that she knows its time to be taken seriously. If she normally does all the talking and tells you what to do, then flip it around on her. Women always &amp;nbsp;respect men who have self confidence and good energy. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Compassionate answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes women laugh off your romance attempts to get out of having sex. There are some women who&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;think that all a man wants is sex just for being passionate. I say tease her......make those panties wet.........its not hard to make her want you. Here are some ways to tease your wife or regain respect:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Read a romance novel, while you are laying in bed with her......she will laugh the first night but just read it........Then turn over and go to sleep......&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If you got a sexy body ......ummm ...don't hide it.......flash it... a little wont hurt.........wash the car .....outside - no shirt.....while she in the house....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;.((((neighboors start looking ))))) "Hey , David you looking good over there." ..&lt;/span&gt;...Trust me she will come running out that house like a wort hog...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take Charge and clean the house.............and&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;ask her for help.........this is a&amp;nbsp;woman's&amp;nbsp;number one turn on ........by the time you put away the&amp;nbsp;vacuum.......it will be OpenWide4Daddy time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ask her how was her day and listen to her talk for a couple of hours.....I know its a pain.........but she will really respect you for this&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Change something in your appearance, either your hair, clothes, or smell..........Sometimes people are together so long that hey forget to be attractive. I am &amp;nbsp;not saying you have to look like Rico Suave but &amp;nbsp; a little change wont hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/vanessa_100/142_love_secrets.html"&gt;Make her panties wet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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The point in all this is to start a fire in her, so that she will learn not to take you for granted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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hmm if none of this works......then let her know where you stand and that you are not satisfied nor happy with the marriage. If she is not willing at this point to make it work, then its over. Be blunt .......always......no maybe's ........mean what you say always..........&lt;/div&gt;
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Well of course I dont have all the answers....but here are some&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;links to get your wife back on your side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/vanessa_100/112_love_secrets.html"&gt;Regain  your&amp;nbsp;wife's&amp;nbsp;Respect &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.leadwithhonor.com/blog/2010/04/28/leadership-at-home-how-to-get-your-wifes-respect/"&gt;Leadership at home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://powertochange.com/sex-love/romancingyourwife/"&gt;Romancing your wife&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.marriedandhappy.com/Blog/2008/12/husband-how-to-kiss-your-wife-in-way.html"&gt;How to kiss your wife &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080331203106AABO59D"&gt;how to get your wife to wear lingere&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt; I will&amp;nbsp;discuss&amp;nbsp;this in a future blog post, because so many women have turned into mini&amp;nbsp;Martha&amp;nbsp;Stewart&amp;nbsp;that they have forgotten how to look sexy in bed. You&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;have to look like a porn star........just a nice clean face.......hair down ......and sexy clothes duh....lol.........&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.happy-marriage-for-men.com/sexually_pleasing_a_woman.html"&gt;Please your wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Good Luck hun......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134322161972762704-7134034815501955068?l=the4biddenapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now we dont care about a black man working, we just want someone that is independent and can love us the right way. Speaking of love..........umm.......My Rdomeo...........yes he is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;SMW-Sexy Man Working.&lt;/span&gt;........This man works all the shifts....morning shift, day shift, night shift, and lunch shift. *wink* .......he does it all and never complains. You know how your man take sick days from his job..and all of that.........Not my Romeo .......no damn way ......this man will endure the impossible to be at work.........He is the strongest man I know......and the most courageous. He endures so much .......and asks for so little.....which is the wonderful thing about him..........He is a truly compassionate and always dependable in everything he does. So if you have a sexy man working hard for you everyday ....show him some love and appreciation. Wow....thats ummm alot of chocolate.....*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;
.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.notasocialmediaexpert.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/chocolate-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTX-lfOMwSSiVJSYARSEQf10W2YNSz7GfXf927DB5cmbMnvvepI" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and no this is not my romeo&amp;lt;..........my romeo is way sexier than some man lickin chocolate... *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134322161972762704-2870902862648683603?l=the4biddenapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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