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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)

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When the box of secrets is opened, no one is left the same.

Sierra

I thought I knew who I was until I accidentally discovered my adoring parents' biggest secret on my twenty-fifth birthday.
I am adopted.
Part of me is missing, and I set out to find it.
Trying to figure out the past piece by piece, I bought a little fixer-upper in the small town I was given up in.
Old lies will come out. Secrets that everyone is trying to keep buried.
Who am I really?

Caleb

When I needed a clean slate, I moved to Montgavin to start my own construction firm.
Slowly, I built my crew after my success with the bakery renovation.
When the newcomer in town wants to restore her house to its former glory, I trust no one but
myself.
Sierra looks lost, slowly putting her life together, with her dedicated room complete with a
whiteboard.
Something calls to me to protect her and her secrets.
Someone wants her out of the town.
But now they have to get through me

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Chapter 1

Sierra

I pull up to the house I’ve grown up in my whole life and turn off the car. Getting out, I look across the street to see Mr. Jackson outside, watering his potted plants. “Hey there, Sierra,” he greets me, looking up once he hears my car door slam shut. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” I smile at him, holding up my hand to say hello.

“How is the new age treating you?” He turns off the water to make sure he’s not wasting any while talking to me.

“So far so good.” I shrug. Today is my twenty-fifth birthday—a quarter of a century old.

“If it makes you feel any better”—he smirks—“I don’t feel a day over seventy.”

I tuck my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and laugh. “I’ll be sure to remember that,” I say, turning and looking at the house. “I have to get in there. My parents get really upset if they aren’t the first ones to wish me a happy birthday.” He nods and turns the hose back on to continue to water his flowers.

I walk up the pathway to the five steps to the front door. I turn the doorknob, trying to push open the door, only it doesn’t budge. I touch the keypad and enter the numbers two, four, nine, one. I hear the lock turning to open before I push the door open. “Hello!” I shout. “Your favorite and only daughter is here.” I make the joke because I’m an only child. I toss my keys on the brown side table at the door before stepping into the house that holds so many memories. I walk straight past the staircase to the kitchen, where I would normally find my mother, but it’s empty and spotless, of course. “Mom!” I holler her name as I walk toward the front door and start up the steps to the bedroom.

The wall is filled with memories throughout the years. In the middle is a picture we took when my father finally became a judge. He was a lawyer for twenty years before he was elected to be a judge. I still remember how proud he was when he told us. My mother made such a big deal about it. I swear, there were never-ending parties for a good month. That’s what you get when your father is a big deal. He was friends with everyone, and it didn’t hurt that my grandparents were very wealthy and involved in politics back in the day.

It's a painted portrait that we sat posed for not just a snapshot, that would have been too easy for my mother. Nope, she wanted it like they have the royal families have it. It was something my mother had longed for, for so long. My father, being so in love with my mother, made sure she got everything her heart desired. So he did it without even a grumble. My mother sits on the chair in a pink gown. Obviously, she needed a gown. I’m surprised she didn’t insist on us getting tiaras. Her hands are on her lap while my father stands proudly beside her on one side, and I stand on the other. My own pale-blue gown drapes to the ground, hiding the fact I am wearing flip-flops. The smile on our faces lights up our eyes, and I can remember it like it was yesterday, not almost eight years ago.

Next to the grand portrait are pictures of our family through the years—from the first day they brought me home to Christmas last year. Twenty-five years of memories on one wall is crazy, yet every time I catch a glimpse of one, I’m immediately taken back to said memory.

“Mom!” I shout when I get to the top of the steps and see the four bedroom doors open. I’m about to go to their bedroom at the end of the hall when the phone rings from my back pocket.

Pulling it out, I see it’s my mother calling. “Wow,” I answer without saying hello, “I’m home, and you’re not here.”

“I know. I know. I know,” she pants, and I can hear people talking in the background as she hustles. “I had to pick up a couple of things, and my car didn’t start this morning, so I had to drag your father out with me,” she groans. “Happy birthday, my angel,” she says softly. “Am I the first to say it?” she asks eagerly.

“Um,” I start, “you texted me at midnight, like on the dot, and then at four o’clock and another one at seven thirty.”

“But those don’t count,” she retorts. “I knew I should have called you this morning, but I was going crazy, and your father said I would wake you,” she grits between clenched teeth. “Good going, dear,” she mutters to my father, who is probably walking beside her, “worst parents ever.”

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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people.

The course of their lives and the trajectory of the town sets them on a collision course for disaster.

Lilah

I was left for dead when I was eighteen.
Coming to Mustang Creek Ranch gave me something to live for.
My boss is grumpy and reclusive.
But I'm secretly in love with him, even though he's made it known he'll never settle down.
Even though he's made it clear, he'll never be mine-or anyone's.

Emmett

I've kept my distance from Lilah for years. No matter how much I want her, she's off-limits.
The only family I will ever have are the ones I fought beside in battle-the family I chose.
Until the phone rang and I found out I had an eight-year-old daughter.
Watching Lilah with my daughter makes me wonder what it would be like to do the thing I
swore I never would: have a family and fall in love.
When I move her into my house to keep her safe from the dangers of her past, all bets are off

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Chapter One

EIGHT YEARS EARLIER

LILAH

Soft music is coming from my phone as I get ready for the night. I slide on a pair of jeans before I grab my homecoming T-shirt and slip it on. Tonight, we are all wearing our shirts for a video we are going to be doing. It’ll be good not to think about anything but having a good time since I spent the whole day filling out college applications. There was one that was the number one in the running. The decision of where to go was easy to make since it was at the top of my list. It was far enough from home, which means I am not going to be living at home anymore, yet close enough to home that I could be here in two hours.

I look at myself in the mirror smiling before tucking it in on the side and grabbing my sneakers. My phone rings with the alarm I set to be ready as I slide my foot into my sneaker at the same time my watch pings. I turn it over, seeing it’s a text from Derek.

Derek: I’m here. Move your ass.

“Great,” I say of his message, sensing his mood is going to be good. When I grab my phone from the top of the dresser, I text him back right away.

Me: Coming, be out in two.

I tuck the phone in my back pocket before putting the other shoe on and walking out of my bedroom. I jog down the steps to find my parents in the living room, watching something on television, sitting side by side as always. Dad’s arm is around the back of the couch. “Okay, Momma,” I say, walking to both of them but going to her side. “I’m leaving.” I lean over to kiss her cheek.

“Where are you going?” she asks, surprised I’m going out on a Sunday night, especially since I got up at three this afternoon and spent the rest of the day camped out on the couch watching videos.

“A couple of us are getting together to celebrate homecoming,” I say, starting to make my way over to kiss my dad and stopping when he starts to talk.

“Didn’t you do that last week and then the senior welcome-back camping trip?” my father asks, looking over at me.

“Dad, it’s our senior year. We have to do all the things,” I inform him. “It’s like one step toward our freedom.” I smile big at him, knowing I’ll miss this when I leave.

“There is a party for everything nowadays.” He snickers, shaking his head and turning the channel on the television.

“What time are you going to be home?” Mom asks as I lean over to my father and kiss his cheek.

“Not late. I start work tomorrow,” I say of the job I got working for the local pizza place. I spent the summer as a day camp counselor. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but it was either that or work at the local ice cream parlor I worked at for the past three summers. This was a better decision since I would have all my nights free. The downside was I’d have to put up with six-year-old kids all day long, which meant I was in bed every night by ten from exhaustion. I was happy to be done with it, so now I am able to socialize.

“Regardless,” my father states, “your curfew is midnight.”

“Dad,” I reply, laughing, “you know I’m seventeen, right?” He just glares at me. “Next year, I’ll be living in my dorm room.”

“You know if you aren’t home by twelve oh one”—he glares—“I’ll find you.” He points at me. “Tell Derek I’ll be waiting up.”

I shake my head, laughing. “Got it.” I blow a kiss at both of them before I walk out the front door.

The orange pickup truck is by the curb. Derek’s in the driver’s seat tapping the steering wheel with his finger while he listens to some country song. “Hey,” I greet him, opening the door and getting in.

“Took you long enough,” he snarls at me as soon as I sit down. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

I try not to roll my eyes at him as I put my seat belt on. “It’s been five minutes max.”

“It’s a hundred degrees outside, and my air conditioner doesn’t work.” He pulls away from the curb.

I don’t bother saying anything to him when he’s in this mood since I know nothing good will come from it. So instead, I look out the window and think about how everything will be different soon. For the first time in my life, I’m going to be solo, even without Derek, which is something that has been straining our relationship. We started dating three years ago, and when it was time to apply to colleges, he somehow got it into his head I would follow him to wherever he got in. It started as a fight that ended up in us breaking up for a week before he said he was sorry that he thought I would pick him over a school. I didn’t bother arguing with him because I had already decided which one I was going to. I had also already decided we would probably not be together by the time I left for school.

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Buried Dreams (Dream #3) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.ilovenovels.com/buried-dreams-dream-3-read-online-natasha-madison Wed, 19 Mar 2025 15:58:19 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/buried-dreams-dream-3-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people.
The course of their lives and the trajectory of the town sets them on a collision course for disaster.
Dream Series - book 3

Everleigh  
One night changed my whole life. 
After the truth about that night came out, I knew I had to leave.  
Taking my broken heart with me.
I had no choice but to go back. 
I knew it would slice me back open again. 
But sometimes the root of the flower you planted starts to grow again, no matter how many times you’ve cut them down. 
He was my everything, and then he was my nothing.

Brock
My parents taught me honor and integrity.  
And in one split second, I ruined it all.  I lost everything I ever wanted.  
But I had no choice.  
I tried to go on with my life.  
And the only good thing I had was my daughter. 
Never expected to see the one woman who I’d loved and lost here again.
They say time heals old wounds.  
They were wrong.
It just splits you open, making you bleed out.
I just have to survive again

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Chapter One

EVERLEIGH

The soft music plays in the background as I twist open the mascara and look in the mirror, leaning forward to apply it. My long black hair is freshly blow-dried and pushed to one side, and my white robe is open down the front and loosely tied. “Baby.” Brock walks into the bathroom, wearing his weekend mechanic’s uniform for when he goes to help his father. “I was calling you.” He places his hands on the counter beside my hips. Fitting himself behind me, he pushes his chest up against my back. I feel the hardness of him all over, and I can’t help but try not to smile at him.

“Brock, you are filthy.” His face is streaked with a little bit of grease as he watches me move the makeup wand up and through my lashes. I look into his dark brown almost black eyes through the mirror. His hand goes around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Your hands are covered in oil.” I laugh at him as he leans down to kiss my neck, ignoring what I just said.

“Why did you take a shower without me?” he mumbles as I turn my head to the side. He doesn’t wait for me to answer him. Instead, his lips come down to mine, kissing me softly before his tongue invades my mouth. I turn in his arms, not caring he’s still dirty from work. My arms wrap around his neck as his hands grip my hips. “If you continue like this, we aren’t going out tonight.” His voice comes out hard and sexy as his hand moves from my hip and his finger trails down the edge of the opening of the robe. He pushes it to the side as my nipple, pebbled by his touch, stops the silk material from opening fully. His finger trails the little love bite he has been leaving me since we started sleeping together some six years ago. Right near my nipple, I wear his teeth marks or a little love bite. Either way, it’s always there. He loves it. I’m not going to lie—I feel naked now without it on me.

His eyes always fixate on that mark as he licks his lips. “If you continue this…” I push him back, stepping away from him. He puts his hip against the counter, taking one more look at me as I make my way to the door.

He pushes off, removing his shirt and tossing it to the side, my eyes roaming him up and down. “And if you keep looking at me like that⁠—”

“I’m leaving.” I turn and walk out of the bathroom with a backward glance at him as he’s unbuttoning his jeans, leading to one of my favorite parts of him. I close the door to make sure I don’t turn around and join him, leading to us having sex in the shower. Instead, I run around picking up things to put in the dishwasher. Between the two of us working full-time, him helping his father on the weekends, and me helping my mom, the house could use a good cleaning. I load the dishwasher before heading to the bedroom and grabbing a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. The bathroom door opens, and the steam from the shower follows him as he walks out with a towel around his waist instead of naked like he always is.

His hand holds the towel closed at the side of his hip. “They will be downstairs in five minutes,” he mumbles as he grabs a pair of boxers from his drawer by the bed, then drops the towel, showing me all of him. He’s been my only boyfriend, and I thought once we moved in with each other, I would get used to seeing him naked all the time, but I haven’t. Our sex life also hasn’t died down. If anything, we’re having more sex than ever. Before, we were having sex all the time, and we’ve also had sex all over the place: in his truck, by the creek, and in the bathroom at the bar. I smile at the memory, then shake my head. If we have an itch, we scratch it.

“I’m ready,” I say. I walk back into the bathroom and apply lip gloss before watching him saunter back in wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He runs his hands through his jet-black wet hair a couple of times before turning to me and kissing my neck.

He’s tying his sneakers at the same time the buzzer rings, and I look at him. “Don’t make any plans for tomorrow,” I inform him. “We are going to spend the day deep cleaning this place.”

“Can’t,” he says, opening the door and pushing me out of it, “I plan on spending it naked and having you on every single surface I can have you on.” He slaps my ass, pushing open the glass door to the apartment building. “I’m planning on wearing myself out.” He grabs the white cooler I prepared before he got home. We usually take turns bringing a couple of bottles of beer. I can’t help but laugh at him as we spot Waylon’s pickup at the curb. The music blasts at full volume.

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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)

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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people.

When the single mom moves in next door, it's your enemy's soon-to-be ex-wife.

Lines are drawn, and I have to remember not to cross them.

Brady
For once, my life was calm.
Behind us was the threat our distillery was going to be shut down.
Now we could focus on growing our brand exactly the way I dreamed of doing it when I took it over.
Nothing was going to stop me.
Until she moved in next door.
My enemy’s wife with her seven-year-old son.
I don’t need this right now.
But everything inside me pulled me toward her.
Even offering her a job. Little did I know, again, I was starting a war.
However, I’m ready for it this time.

Harmony

It was no secret my husband had a wandering eye.
Leaving him shouldn’t have been a shock to anyone.
For Winston, it was more about failing at something that got under his skin.
Besides, he had to make his parents happy.
Which means he’s going to make my life unhappy.
When the pounding starts at my door one night, I’m ready to ignore it.
Until the stranger next door comes to our aid.
He’s everything you want in a man.
I know I shouldn’t involve anyone else in my life.
But maybe it’s time for me to see what dreams are made of.

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CHAPTER 1

Harmony

I walk out of the house into the darkness, opting to leave off the lights inside my home and especially outside of it. I look around, making sure no one is outside on their porch watching what I’m doing. It’s past midnight, so someone being on their porch would be a bit weird, but I’m so paranoid I have to take a look around. The sound of me panting as I carry the last of the luggage into the SUV is all I hear before I close the trunk as softly as I can. My heart hammers in my chest, with me feeling like I’m a thief in the middle of the night. I mean, I pretty much am.

I tiptoe back up the stairs to the front door and walk into the house that has been mine for the past ten years. A house I made into a home. A home that is broken to the core. A home I now feel suffocated in. A home I refuse to spend another night in. Turning the brass handle of the door slowly, I shut it behind me softly before heading to the formal living room. I walk over with shaky legs and turn on the side table lamp, filling the room with dim yellow light, as I sit down with my hands in my lap and look at the clock on top of the fireplace mantel. It’s just a little bit after midnight, so he should be coming in any minute. But, in reality, who knows with him? He can come in now like he can come in at 4:00 a.m. Regardless of the time he comes home, this showdown is happening tonight. Before the sun comes up, one chapter of my life will be over, and another one will start. One I will have control over this time. One I will dictate. One I will finally start living and not dreading.

My eyes feel like they fly to the clock every single minute. My body goes tenser and tenser as the seconds turn into minutes. My legs move up and down as I go over my speech in my head. I’ve been practicing this speech, and it’s been a long time coming. I’m going over it for the fifth time in my head, when I hear the sound of his car approaching. My eyes go to the windows. The headlights shine right through, lighting up the living room where I’m sitting. If I thought my heart was hammering before, it’s nothing like it is right now at this minute. I feel like it’s going to come out of my throat as every single beat echoes in my ears. The back of my neck heats as my hands in my lap start to shake.

When I hear the sound of the car door slams shut, I look toward the foyer, waiting for the door to open and then slam shut. The house is so eerily quiet, all I can hear is the sound of my heart beating and the way my breathing turns into short pants. It takes him a second to get his key in the door, and I take a deep breath, wondering if I should stand or not. But my legs are shaky at best. “You can do this.” I give myself a little bit of a pep talk before I hear the door open and then slam shut. “Asshole,” I mumble under my breath. Not giving a shit that his son should be sleeping while he’s slamming the door.

I look over at the clock one last time, knowing I have to remember the time that my life would be changing. He takes a step into the house, tossing his keys on the big round table in the middle of the foyer area, with a vase of fresh flowers I always add to it since it brightens up the dull room. I take a second to take in the man who I thought I would live happily ever after with.

His black hair is perfectly coiffed, parted on the side and pushed over. His brown eyes have deceived me for the past ten years. Eyes that promised me the world, but then quickly showed me you can’t trust them. He’s wearing a pair of beige slacks and a white button-down shirt with a blue sports jacket. Perfectly dressed for the perfect child. At least he’s perfect in his parents’ eyes. He was perfect in my eyes too, once upon a time. But that time has run out.

He looks my way and I can see the confusion on his face. “What are you doing sitting in the dark?” he asks me, turning and walking into the living room. The closer he gets, the more I smell his musk aftershave mixed with alcohol and a sweet citrus perfume that is not mine. That alone should bother me, but after the past three years of him being very, as his mother would say, “very social” and not hiding the fact that he’s social, I couldn’t care less. Once upon a time, it bothered me. But then again, he promised me the world once upon a time and failed endlessly.

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Montgavin Township will never be the same when one night changes the lives of six people. The course of their lives and the trajectory of the town sets them on a collision course for disaster.

Charlie

It was supposed to be a regular day out.
Three couples celebrating the last days of summer.
When tragedy struck.
I thought I was going to marry her.
Instead, I was burying her.
I blamed the world for my pain.
I buried it all.
I became a man I didn’t even recognize.

Autumn

In a blink of an eye, everything changed.
My best friend was gone, and I was responsible for it.
I may not have been driving the truck, but I didn’t stop it.
Escaping the town was the only thing I could do to survive the guilt.
I thought I was strong enough to go back.
I was wrong.
One look from him and I knew I wasn’t welcome.
But this is my home, and I wanted to come back.
One night turned into more. But at the end of the day, I know he’ll never love me.
Besides, we all have shattered dreams.

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Chapter One

Charlie

“You ready?” Jennifer asks when she walks into the walk-in closet as I pull on my white T-shirt. I smile at her standing there in jeans and a white T-shirt, matching me.

“I’m ready,” I reply, grabbing my baseball hat and putting it on my head. “I was waiting for you.” The small smile I had on my face widens as she closes the distance to me and puts one hand on my stomach, while the other hand grabs the hat off my head.

“I like it when you don’t wear this ratty thing.” She waves the hat in her hand, looking up at me, her golden-brown eyes warm like whiskey. “I like to run my fingers through your hair.” She drops the hat from her hand and proceeds to do exactly that through the top of my wettish hair.

“You win.” I lower to kiss her, wrapping an arm around her waist, then bending her back to kiss her lips. “You always win.” I pull her closer, burying my face in her neck and smelling her.

“Not always.” She smirks at me and she’s about to give me another kiss when we both hear the honking from outside. “Shall we finish this when we get home?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye as she leans forward to kiss my neck before I let her go. She turns in my arms, my hand reaching for hers as we walk out of the closet and head to the front door, going through the house. Picture frames of us are scattered throughout every single part of the house, something she did when she moved in a month ago. Even though I’ve been begging her to move in with me as soon as I moved here. Even though she would be here five days out of seven, she never gave in until she was ready.

She’s almost to the front door and about to unlock it when the doorbell rings twice, and she pulls it open. “Hey, can I use the bathroom?” Autumn practically barges in, hopping from one foot to the next.

“Go ahead,” Jennifer says, and Autumn comes down the hallway. When she spots me, her blue eyes light up.

“Hey.” She quickly comes over to kiss me on my cheek. “Got to use the bathroom,” she mumbles, then turns and rushes toward the bathroom.

“I’m going to go wait in the truck!” Jennifer yells, grabbing her green jacket and slipping it on. “You’ll close up?”

“Will do.” I nod at her, going to the back door and making sure it’s locked before walking over and checking the window above the kitchen sink that she likes to keep open so she can hear the birds.

I’m walking to the front door when I hear honking again. “He’s in a great mood today,” Autumn mumbles sarcastically behind me, making me laugh because Waylon is almost always in a great mood. “Tonight is going to be fun,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out of the house. I follow her, closing the door behind me.

“Took you long enough,” Waylon snaps when Autumn opens the passenger door and then looks over at me. I look around her to see he’s got his baseball hat on backward, his blondish hair sticking out from the back of the hat.

“You sit up front.” She tries to hide that she’s pissed off at him and his words, but she fails miserably as she walks over to the back door and opens it, sliding in and slamming the door, not giving me an option.

“Hey,” I greet, getting into the truck and looking over to see the four of them are squished in the back. “How’s everyone doing?” I ask Brock, who is sitting with his girlfriend Everleigh’s ass practically in his lap, his arms wrapped around her to keep her safe. I barely have my seat belt on before Waylon drives off, making Brock shake his head. “Good times,” I say, looking at Jennifer and winking at her. She scrunches up her nose at me and then smiles before turning to Everleigh and saying hello, and the two of them start chatting. Autumn is looking out of the window and not talking to them.

We head over to Waylon’s family hunting cabin, some fifteen minutes away, on the outskirts of town. The log cabin is painted red, with a wraparound porch and four rocking chairs on it. Waylon and I became friends two years ago when I came into town and went to the town hall to apply for permits to start building my barn here. My family and I bought property with a barn on it, but I wanted to expand it. Waylon’s family has been around this town, dating back to the 1920s, when his great-grandfather started a construction company and went into lumber trading or something like that. Now, they just do construction. If a building goes up in town, it’s always with the Cartwright family building it. They were the ones who did all the renovations to the barn.

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