Yall niggas killing me w the onion posts
What is the biggest dilemma you've found yourself in?
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That's love
I always think about that kind of stuff
It leaves me in awe lol
My dad was the first person to touch me in the world outside the womb
Not a doctor or nurse nobody
He brought me out cleaned me up and named me on the spot
Then gave me to my mom lol
man cool out bro
No lie
Options are the worst thing about doing something with yourself outchea
These posts about close family remind me of just how empty I am inside.
Dont have a father/dad, never had a good relationship with my mother, not close to my sister, despise most of my aunts (all the women in family have a lack of respect for men), only one uncle still living and he ain't shit (left 4 kids in Gary, Ind. to grow up in Delaney projects, some of the worst projects. When they got older & would come visit he would be trying to teach them man lessons when he qint address his absence & void in their lives), I dont respect him as a man.
I had a aunt I loved, she went her own way young and lived in Chicago while we migrated to ATL, i spent the summer with her & her new husband in Spokane, WA when I was 9, best summer of my life! Her husband was in the Air Force so they lived on the Air Force base. We camped in the backyard, had water balloon fights, she cooked us lunch every. single. day, which was foreign to me.
She eventually divorced, remarried & moved to Atlanta. She got really sick last year from Sarcoidosis.
My estrangement from family kept me away.. i regret not going to see her more.
One day my sister called which is rare because we dont talk, she said, "Auntie Bella not doing good, she keep coding, she coded six times. You need to come to hospital." I hated being around all those people, I wanted alone time with her to talk where nobody could hear me. She kept coding after I got there, less frequent tho. Her husband was saying he was glad I was there, he asked me what I thought about him signing the DNR. I said, "Not today. We can get her heart rate stabilized & get her back to Piedmont (Hospital)." I start crying.
Her eyes were halfway open, she didnt look good. The room was full & nowhere to sit so i was standing outside in hall watching. My bitch ass oldest aunt is sitting in a chair directly next to bed on her cell phone tslking to whoever while my aunt is dying!
The nurse encouraged me to go sit next to my aunt, i told her "They won't move!" I finally just walked up to the bed and told my oldest aunt, "Jesse move!" 
She looked at me and said, "What? No excuse me or nothing?" I said "Move" and just looked at her. She gathered her purse & phone charger & got the fuck up.
So was able to hold my Auntie Bella's hand as she passed away. She was only 59.
We had some good long talks while she was in the hospital. We talked about me being estranged, I told her why and she said, "That's fair" to my relief. And she didnt say a word about I should talk to my mother. We even talked about that.. she said my mother had made some decisions that she hadn't come to terms with. That reaffirmed what I had figured out... that my mother's issues with men didn't start with me, I just happened to get the worst end of it.
I cooked my salmon & spinach and brought her a plate, she loved it! I brought her food when she asked. I would come & sit with her after working all day in the Sun cutting grass. Wouldnt leave until she fell asleep, I would be in there until 1-2-3am sometimes.
Dilemma: I didn't find out when the funeral was until I was in the TSA line at the airport going to Cuba. It was going to be the day I got back from Cuba, but it was in the morning after I would land. I think I got out of line while contemplating.
I text my sister back that I wouldnt be back from my trip until after... then I went to Cuba. My buddy E.J. call me a "ole sole sole searching ass nigga" because I aint wanna fuck a bunch of bitches, my mind was just elsewhere, but I was at peace, sad, but at peace.
I don't regret missing the funeral, it would have just been an opportunity for relatives that I don't fuck with to annoy me, & relatives that haven't called my phone in years to try to act like they care or miss me, .. fuck out my face!
I need to go to her grave, and go have a sitdown with her husband.
Dont have a father/dad, never had a good relationship with my mother, not close to my sister, despise most of my aunts (all the women in family have a lack of respect for men), only one uncle still living and he ain't shit (left 4 kids in Gary, Ind. to grow up in Delaney projects, some of the worst projects. When they got older & would come visit he would be trying to teach them man lessons when he qint address his absence & void in their lives), I dont respect him as a man.
I had a aunt I loved, she went her own way young and lived in Chicago while we migrated to ATL, i spent the summer with her & her new husband in Spokane, WA when I was 9, best summer of my life! Her husband was in the Air Force so they lived on the Air Force base. We camped in the backyard, had water balloon fights, she cooked us lunch every. single. day, which was foreign to me.
She eventually divorced, remarried & moved to Atlanta. She got really sick last year from Sarcoidosis.
My estrangement from family kept me away.. i regret not going to see her more.
One day my sister called which is rare because we dont talk, she said, "Auntie Bella not doing good, she keep coding, she coded six times. You need to come to hospital." I hated being around all those people, I wanted alone time with her to talk where nobody could hear me. She kept coding after I got there, less frequent tho. Her husband was saying he was glad I was there, he asked me what I thought about him signing the DNR. I said, "Not today. We can get her heart rate stabilized & get her back to Piedmont (Hospital)." I start crying.
Her eyes were halfway open, she didnt look good. The room was full & nowhere to sit so i was standing outside in hall watching. My bitch ass oldest aunt is sitting in a chair directly next to bed on her cell phone tslking to whoever while my aunt is dying!
The nurse encouraged me to go sit next to my aunt, i told her "They won't move!" I finally just walked up to the bed and told my oldest aunt, "Jesse move!" She looked at me and said, "What? No excuse me or nothing?" I said "Move" and just looked at her. She gathered her purse & phone charger & got the fuck up.So was able to hold my Auntie Bella's hand as she passed away. She was only 59.
We had some good long talks while she was in the hospital. We talked about me being estranged, I told her why and she said, "That's fair" to my relief. And she didnt say a word about I should talk to my mother. We even talked about that.. she said my mother had made some decisions that she hadn't come to terms with. That reaffirmed what I had figured out... that my mother's issues with men didn't start with me, I just happened to get the worst end of it.
I cooked my salmon & spinach and brought her a plate, she loved it! I brought her food when she asked. I would come & sit with her after working all day in the Sun cutting grass. Wouldnt leave until she fell asleep, I would be in there until 1-2-3am sometimes.
Dilemma: I didn't find out when the funeral was until I was in the TSA line at the airport going to Cuba. It was going to be the day I got back from Cuba, but it was in the morning after I would land. I think I got out of line while contemplating.
I text my sister back that I wouldnt be back from my trip until after... then I went to Cuba. My buddy E.J. call me a "ole sole sole searching ass nigga" because I aint wanna fuck a bunch of bitches, my mind was just elsewhere, but I was at peace, sad, but at peace.
I don't regret missing the funeral, it would have just been an opportunity for relatives that I don't fuck with to annoy me, & relatives that haven't called my phone in years to try to act like they care or miss me, .. fuck out my face!
I need to go to her grave, and go have a sitdown with her husband.
Don't cry because its over. Smile because it happened.man cool out bro
At least y'all had fathers. I've learned that there was a concerted effort by more than one person to keep my father away from me and me away from my father, he was one of those people.
People making selfish decisions that affect/effect more than just them, it effects people that cannot make decisions for themselves. Smh
Man this last page was some of the hardest shit I ever read as a man.
Wow
Wow
You the realest nigga on this siteThese posts about close family remind me of just how empty I am inside.
Dont have a father/dad, never had a good relationship with my mother, not close to my sister, despise most of my aunts (all the women in family have a lack of respect for men), only one uncle still living and he ain't shit (left 4 kids in Gary, Ind. to grow up in Delaney projects, some of the worst projects. When they got older & would come visit he would be trying to teach them man lessons when he qint address his absence & void in their lives), I dont respect him as a man.
I had a aunt I loved, she went her own way young and lived in Chicago while we migrated to ATL, i spent the summer with her & her new husband in Spokane, WA when I was 9, best summer of my life! Her husband was in the Air Force so they lived on the Air Force base. We camped in the backyard, had water balloon fights, she cooked us lunch every. single. day, which was foreign to me.
She eventually divorced, remarried & moved to Atlanta. She got really sick last year from Sarcoidosis.
My estrangement from family kept me away.. i regret not going to see her more.
One day my sister called which is rare because we dont talk, she said, "Auntie Bella not doing good, she keep coding, she coded six times. You need to come to hospital." I hated being around all those people, I wanted alone time with her to talk where nobody could hear me. She kept coding after I got there, less frequent tho. Her husband was saying he was glad I was there, he asked me what I thought about him signing the DNR. I said, "Not today. We can get her heart rate stabilized & get her back to Piedmont (Hospital)." I start crying.
Her eyes were halfway open, she didnt look good. The room was full & nowhere to sit so i was standing outside in hall watching. My bitch ass oldest aunt is sitting in a chair directly next to bed on her cell phone tslking to whoever while my aunt is dying!
So was able to hold my Auntie Bella's hand as she passed away. She was only 59.
We had some good long talks while she was in the hospital. We talked about me being estranged, I told her why and she said, "That's fair" to my relief. And she didnt say a word about I should talk to my mother. We even talked about that.. she said my mother had made some decisions that she hadn't come to terms with. That reaffirmed what I had figured out... that my mother's issues with men didn't start with me, I just happened to get the worst end of it.
I cooked my salmon & spinach and brought her a plate, she loved it! I brought her food when she asked. I would come & sit with her after working all day in the Sun cutting grass. Wouldnt leave until she fell asleep, I would be in there until 1-2-3am sometimes.
Dilemma: I didn't find out when the funeral was until I was in the TSA line at the airport going to Cuba. It was going to be the day I got back from Cuba, but it was in the morning after I would land. I think I got out of line while contemplating.
I text my sister back that I wouldnt be back from my trip until after... then I went to Cuba. My buddy E.J. call me a "ole sole sole searching ass nigga" because I aint wanna fuck a bunch of bitches, my mind was just elsewhere, but I was at peace, sad, but at peace.
I don't regret missing the funeral, it would have just been an opportunity for relatives that I don't fuck with to annoy me, & relatives that haven't called my phone in years to try to act like they care or miss me, .. fuck out my face!
I need to go to her grave, and go have a sitdown with her husband.
No stunting no fronting
U niggas who ain’t have y’all pops
I don’t know how y’all did it
U niggas who ain’t have y’all pops
I don’t know how y’all did it
yeah my dad went to prison right before i turned 5.....and he didnt get out until i turned 39
im 42 now....
You woulda went to the league had he been there
Garenteed
Pops woulda had all the best coaches on yo tall ass
ESPN and everything
True!! Its a lonely path to be on!! The sad part is, my dad and I got into a argument over his grandson and stopped talking for 6 months! On the 6th month my uncle called me and told me I need to get back home NOW!! When I got home, my uncle took me to the hospital and I froze when I saw him laying on that bed!! I never heard my dad talk after that argument! He ended up dying the day obama won the election and it gets worst, my mom had a massive stroke the day obama got swore in. Thats another story! Looking back on it, I shouldve just kept my mouth shut!! Anyway, good reply and your right!!
No. You see women differently and they view you differently. It’s like being unplugged from the matrix.
Nah
It happens no regrets
You saw him you were there so focus on that.
He loved you and got to see his son before he left here. The person he made. The person who does him proud. His imprint on the world.
Just cherish that cause it's true
He's proud of you.
You had the same thing
He sees you working
He loves your spirit
He's there in your essence
Just do you and you'll make him proud
Right on, bro!! I never thought of it like that.. Well said, thanks
having a child with her was something that i really wanted.....and so did she.
but after her apppointment at the doctor today.....looks like that might not happen.
the embryo is developing outside the uterus. so if she tries to carry the child full term, chances are highly likely that it will kill them both.
Well shyt, wishing you the best my dude .....
confessions thread
where is it?
where is it?
Same shit happened to me in August.
Right before my aunt passed in August, my girl found out she was pregnant. I didn't tell my aunt she was pregnant because I had told her that I wanted to marry my girl first.
Then my aunt died.
My girl is telling everybody, it's both of our first child and she's older so she's excited. Told her mama, and her brother's longtime g/f /babymama and she talk too much, so everybody know on the low.
A few weeks later my girl and I go to the first ultrasound at 8 weeks....doctor says that ot looks like the sac is empty, like it stopped developing at 7 weeks. She said it was a "blighted ovum".
You talmbout disappointed? Dejected?
I held it together for my girl, I knew I had to be there for her. I reassured her that we gon make it through this, we gon tru again. I made sure I let her know that I'm certain about her having my child. We cried outside. She asked if I was still wanted her without a child, I said, "of course". Word had spread that she was pregnant, now word spread that she miscarried and she getting random texts & calls from family. I told her that she shoulda kept it to herself smh.
She was hopeful that there was a chance the baby could survive. She had to pass it, but didnt want to induce until it was confirmed that her hormone levels had dropped. She had her blood work done twice, and got a second opinion... she went ahead with inducing the passing.
My bday was 9/28... she was very emotional, randomly crying, thoughts all over the place, due to her hormones.
2 months later she left me, 11/30, . We had been up and down and bumping heads, not getting along.
For 3 months I been sick! We were going to counseling last year, and we've been a couple times since she left. She say she not focused on relationship now, she working on herself and want me to work on myself, and maybe we can grow back together. She told me when we were still together that she thought counseling was gon push her to leave me, and me being confident, I say, "well maybe that's what we need in order to be happy." I ain't want that to happen, I guess I didn't think it would.
Fam I'on know if I'ma get her back, and I know there are other fish in the sea.... but I... we .... were building something. I want a family.
Now I'm back to coming home to an empty apartment.
Haven't told her I found a house, close on the 26th.
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Exactly. Some of Y'all actually had fathers that y'all miss. I would trade every day I've lived with the memory of this POS for one week in your shoes. One hug from a father who gave a fuck about me, to...fuk it, man.
I can feel the love in the words of @largebillsonlyplease when he said his daddy was the first person to touch him on this Earth. So many other stories got me thinking how dusty this damned house is.
If my dad died today, I wouldn't miss him. Fact of the matter is I wish I could trade every day that SOB has left to each one of you so you could have another day with a man whom you loved and who loved you.
Damned dusty house
I feel you man. I'm not close too much of my family either. My father kind of built it that way.These posts about close family remind me of just how empty I am inside.
Dont have a father/dad, never had a good relationship with my mother, not close to my sister, despise most of my aunts (all the women in family have a lack of respect for men), only one uncle still living and he ain't shit (left 4 kids in Gary, Ind. to grow up in Delaney projects, some of the worst projects. When they got older & would come visit he would be trying to teach them man lessons when he qint address his absence & void in their lives), I dont respect him as a man.
I had a aunt I loved, she went her own way young and lived in Chicago while we migrated to ATL, i spent the summer with her & her new husband in Spokane, WA when I was 9, best summer of my life! Her husband was in the Air Force so they lived on the Air Force base. We camped in the backyard, had water balloon fights, she cooked us lunch every. single. day, which was foreign to me.
She eventually divorced, remarried & moved to Atlanta. She got really sick last year from Sarcoidosis.
My estrangement from family kept me away.. i regret not going to see her more.
One day my sister called which is rare because we dont talk, she said, "Auntie Bella not doing good, she keep coding, she coded six times. You need to come to hospital." I hated being around all those people, I wanted alone time with her to talk where nobody could hear me. She kept coding after I got there, less frequent tho. Her husband was saying he was glad I was there, he asked me what I thought about him signing the DNR. I said, "Not today. We can get her heart rate stabilized & get her back to Piedmont (Hospital)." I start crying.
Her eyes were halfway open, she didnt look good. The room was full & nowhere to sit so i was standing outside in hall watching. My bitch ass oldest aunt is sitting in a chair directly next to bed on her cell phone tslking to whoever while my aunt is dying!
So was able to hold my Auntie Bella's hand as she passed away. She was only 59.
We had some good long talks while she was in the hospital. We talked about me being estranged, I told her why and she said, "That's fair" to my relief. And she didnt say a word about I should talk to my mother. We even talked about that.. she said my mother had made some decisions that she hadn't come to terms with. That reaffirmed what I had figured out... that my mother's issues with men didn't start with me, I just happened to get the worst end of it.
I cooked my salmon & spinach and brought her a plate, she loved it! I brought her food when she asked. I would come & sit with her after working all day in the Sun cutting grass. Wouldnt leave until she fell asleep, I would be in there until 1-2-3am sometimes.
Dilemma: I didn't find out when the funeral was until I was in the TSA line at the airport going to Cuba. It was going to be the day I got back from Cuba, but it was in the morning after I would land. I think I got out of line while contemplating.
I text my sister back that I wouldnt be back from my trip until after... then I went to Cuba. My buddy E.J. call me a "ole sole sole searching ass nigga" because I aint wanna fuck a bunch of bitches, my mind was just elsewhere, but I was at peace, sad, but at peace.
I don't regret missing the funeral, it would have just been an opportunity for relatives that I don't fuck with to annoy me, & relatives that haven't called my phone in years to try to act like they care or miss me, .. fuck out my face!
I need to go to her grave, and go have a sitdown with her husband.
He was abusive to my mother, whom I'm not close to eithere ith as you know, most abusive men do everything they can to keep their woman away from her family.
I try to stay in touch with a few cousins, but it just seems inorganic because there wasn't a consistent presence growing up
I'm sorry about your aunt, but I'm glad you had the stones to tell your other rude aunt to move.
You shared some amazing days with her. The funeral wasn't a celebration of her life, those days were.
I got one of those stories too.
At sixteen, on my way to work at Cleveland municipal stadium (the old one), I was walking down the street with a guy but not walking with him, you dig?
The cops rolled up and he takes off running. Me, on my way to the bus stop, I just keep walking and the cop grabs me by my hood and back, slams against the car door and then face first on the ground.
He cuffs me, puts his knee in my back and says, "Who's your boy? Where the fuck is he going? Who's your fucking boy?"
I didn't know shit, I just started babbling "I don't know him. I don't know him. I'm just on my way to work."
He dumps everything out of my pants pocket of my jacket pockets on to the ground saying, "I know you got drugs in here, you piece of shit"
He pulls out my Cleveland Browns vendor badge, grab me by my hood and forcefully turns my head around to look at me.
He threw the badge on the ground, stood up, grab me by the cuffs and my hood to pull me on my feet, uncuffed me, then pushed me in the back and said, "Get the fuck out of here"
I picked up my shit off the ground, scared shittless still shaking, and went to work.
I don't fuck with cops at all. Every time one of them dies I fucking celebrate a little bit
Them weak fuckers said I looked like someone that fled the scene of a robbery. As I am being slammed to hood of the car I was thinking wtf, I'm carrying Piggly Wiggly bags and wearing a Piggly Wiggly shirt. I was more upset at the coon who was standing there looking down his nose at me like it was my fault. My pops was ready to kill a mofo mad about that shit for years. I still carry a lot of anger from that unnecessary bullshit.
yeah its eating us both the fuck up. i've been telling her that she's not to blame and its not her fault.Same shit happened to me in August.
Right before my aunt passed in August, my girl found out she was pregnant. I didn't tell my aunt she was pregnant because I had told her that I wanted to marry my girl first.
Then my aunt died.
My girl is telling everybody, it's both of our first child and she's older so she's excited. Told her mama, and her brother's longtime g/f /babymama and she talk too much, so everybody know on the low.
A few weeks later my girl and I go to the first ultrasound at 8 weeks....doctor says that ot looks like the sac is empty, like it stopped developing at 7 weeks. She said it was a "blighted ovum".
You talmbout disappointed? Dejected?
I held it together for my girl, I knew I had to be there for her. I reassured her that we gon make it through this, we gon tru again. I made sure I let her know that I'm certain about her having my child. We cried outside. She asked if I was still wanted her without a child, I said, "of course". Word had spread that she was pregnant, now word spread that she miscarried and she getting random texts & calls from family. I told her that she shoulda kept it to herself smh.
She was hopeful that there was a chance the baby could survive. She had to pass it, but didnt want to induce until it was confirmed that her hormone levels had dropped. She had her blood work done twice, and got a second opinion... she went ahead with inducing the passing.
My bday was 9/28... she was very emotional, randomly crying, thoughts all over the place, due to her hormones.
2 months later she left me, 11/30, . We had been up and down and bumping heads, not getting along.
For 3 months I been sick! We were going to counseling last year, and we've been a couple times since she left. She say she not focused on relationship now, she working on herself and want me to work on myself, and maybe we can grow back together. She told me when we were still together that she thought counseling was gon push her to leave me, and me being confident, I say, "well maybe that's what we need in order to be happy." I ain't want that to happen, I guess I didn't think it would.
Fam I'on know if I'ma get her back, and I know there are other fish in the sea.... but I... we .... were building something. I want a family.
Now I'm back to coming home to an empty apartment.
Haven't told her I found a house, close on the 26th.
she wants to give it a shot again soon.
Man, I was just MAD! Everywhere I went, all the time, everyday.... JUST MAD!
Get you a sista who's in the medical field (RN, physical or occupational therapist) or who's in education (preferably a counselor or higher level than a teacher)...
Attractive women in these positions who don't stunt on the gram & keep it low key are winners bro. They work long hours, make good money but their positions is more of a nurturing type rather than the ones you describe who want to climb the cut throat corporate ladder.
They'll submit and cooperate better than those competitive executive chicks as long as you got your shit together. And if you don't know, they are some of the low key freakiest women out there.
I been with a physical therapist for almost a year and she's damn near perfect. Fine, never argumentative, got her own house & her shit together, down for whatever & she drinks the babies on command
.These types are more willing to let a man to lead them & bust them down in the bedroom. Their free time is precious so they ain't with the drama.
1st of the month...after paying rent...
i had like $2.38 total...combined...in my bank accounts...
i had like $2.38 total...combined...in my bank accounts...
What did you decide to do?
Same boat almost. My first was born two weeks ago, my girl is 4 months pregnant right now. Found out one chick is broke and the other one is nuts.
Fuckin up in my early 30s...
These posts about close family remind me of just how empty I am inside.
Dont have a father/dad, never had a good relationship with my mother, not close to my sister, despise most of my aunts (all the women in family have a lack of respect for men), only one uncle still living and he ain't shit (left 4 kids in Gary, Ind. to grow up in Delaney projects, some of the worst projects. When they got older & would come visit he would be trying to teach them man lessons when he qint address his absence & void in their lives), I dont respect him as a man.
I had a aunt I loved, she went her own way young and lived in Chicago while we migrated to ATL, i spent the summer with her & her new husband in Spokane, WA when I was 9, best summer of my life! Her husband was in the Air Force so they lived on the Air Force base. We camped in the backyard, had water balloon fights, she cooked us lunch every. single. day, which was foreign to me.
She eventually divorced, remarried & moved to Atlanta. She got really sick last year from Sarcoidosis.
My estrangement from family kept me away.. i regret not going to see her more.
One day my sister called which is rare because we dont talk, she said, "Auntie Bella not doing good, she keep coding, she coded six times. You need to come to hospital." I hated being around all those people, I wanted alone time with her to talk where nobody could hear me. She kept coding after I got there, less frequent tho. Her husband was saying he was glad I was there, he asked me what I thought about him signing the DNR. I said, "Not today. We can get her heart rate stabilized & get her back to Piedmont (Hospital)." I start crying.
Her eyes were halfway open, she didnt look good. The room was full & nowhere to sit so i was standing outside in hall watching. My bitch ass oldest aunt is sitting in a chair directly next to bed on her cell phone tslking to whoever while my aunt is dying!
So was able to hold my Auntie Bella's hand as she passed away. She was only 59.
We had some good long talks while she was in the hospital. We talked about me being estranged, I told her why and she said, "That's fair" to my relief. And she didnt say a word about I should talk to my mother. We even talked about that.. she said my mother had made some decisions that she hadn't come to terms with. That reaffirmed what I had figured out... that my mother's issues with men didn't start with me, I just happened to get the worst end of it.
I cooked my salmon & spinach and brought her a plate, she loved it! I brought her food when she asked. I would come & sit with her after working all day in the Sun cutting grass. Wouldnt leave until she fell asleep, I would be in there until 1-2-3am sometimes.
Dilemma: I didn't find out when the funeral was until I was in the TSA line at the airport going to Cuba. It was going to be the day I got back from Cuba, but it was in the morning after I would land. I think I got out of line while contemplating.
I text my sister back that I wouldnt be back from my trip until after... then I went to Cuba. My buddy E.J. call me a "ole sole sole searching ass nigga" because I aint wanna fuck a bunch of bitches, my mind was just elsewhere, but I was at peace, sad, but at peace.
I don't regret missing the funeral, it would have just been an opportunity for relatives that I don't fuck with to annoy me, & relatives that haven't called my phone in years to try to act like they care or miss me, .. fuck out my face!
I need to go to her grave, and go have a sitdown with her husband.
Damn bro...
I was thinking about the dilemma of whether to show up at this bar or not after niggas said they'll be there to...
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