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17/04/2025

FÓBIDDÉN LOVE EPISODE 6

Taken

Adanna’s scréams were muffled by the cloth tîed tightly over her mouth. Her wrists àched from the ropes diggiñg into her skin as the car sped through dark, unfamiliar roads.
She had no idea where they were going. No idea who was driving. The only sound was the engine and the occasional voice muttering something she couldn’t hear.
Her heart ràced with tèrror.
Was this her brother’s doing? Or had someone even more dàngeróus stepped into the picture?
Eventually, the car stopped. She was dràgged out, blîndfólded, and fórcéd into a damp room. The air smelled of dust and old wood.
Then, silence.

For hours, no one spoke to her.
She crîèd quietly, replaying Damilare’s face in her mind. Were they húrting him too? Would he even come for her now, after the fîght?
She didn’t know.
She only knew she was alone.

The Húnt Begins

Damilare was already at the campus gate when the call came.
It was Chinelo, her voice frantic. “Adanna is mîssing. She didn’t return last night. She’s not answering her phone!”
Damilare’s blóôd turned cold.
He ran to her hostel. Her bed hadn’t been slept in. Her phone was unreachable. None of her classmates had seen her since she left the library the night before.

Panîc set in.
He called everyone he could think of. No one knew anything.
Then, his phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
He picked up immediately. “Hello?”
A distorted voice came through. “If you want her alîve… stay away.”

The line went dead.
Damilare gripped his phone tightly. His instincts told him this wasn’t just about Emeka anymore.
Someone else was involved.
A Sècret Connection
Frústrated and out of leads, Damilare decided to confront the only person bold enough to pull this off—Chief Adeyemi, his own father.
He stormed into his father's study unannounced.
“What did you do to her?” he demanded.
Chief Adeyemi raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
“Adanna. She’s been kîdnàpped. Don’t play innocent.”
His father stood. “You think I would stoop that low?”
Damilare’s voice cracked. “I don’t know what to believe anymore!”
Chief Adeyemi sighed. Then he said something that fróze Damilare in place.

“There’s something you don’t know. About her family. About your family.”
“What are you talking about?”
Chief Adeyemi walked to the cabinet, pulled out a dusty envelope, and handed it to him.
Inside were photos. Old ones.
A younger Adanna’s father… standing beside Chief Adeyemi.

Laughing.

Smiling.

Business partners?

Damilare looked up in confusion. “They know each other?”

“They were best friends,” Chief Adeyemi said bitterly. “Until grèed rúîned everything.”
“What happened?”
“They fóught over a land deal years ago. Your girlfriend’s father betràyed me. Stóle everything. I swóre I’d never fórgive him.”
Damilare blinked, stunned. “So… all this… is revèngé?”
“No,” his father said, eyes dark. “It’s jústice.”
Damilare turned to leave.
“I’m going to find her. And if you had anything to do with her disàppearánce—”
“She’s not sàfe,” Chief Adeyemi warned. “Not from your brother.”
Damilare stopped in his tracks. “What?”
But his father said nothing more.

Tràpped

Back in the dusty room, Adanna struggled with her bîndings. Her mind raced with fear and añger.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.

She fróze.
Footsteps approached.
Then, the bag was pulled off her héad.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim light—and widened in horror.
It wasn’t Emeka.
It wasn’t her father.
It was someone she had never expected.

Kunle.
Damilare’s older brother.
He smiled cóldly.
“Well, well,” he said, crouching beside her. “You caused quite a storm, didn’t you?”
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered.
“Because my brother is a fool. Falling for someone like you. Déstróying our family’s reputation. I’m here to clean it up.”
Her voice trembled. “What are you going to do to me?”
He leaned closer.
“That depends on whether you’re smart… or stûbbórn.”

The Clock Ticks

Meanwhile, Damilare’s search led him to someone unexpected—an old family driver, who once worked for both the Adeyemis and Adanna’s father.
The man hesitated but eventually spoke.
“I know where she might be. There’s a farmhouse… one your father used to use during pólitical campaigns. It’s off the expressway.”
Damilare didn’t wait.
He grabbed his keys and sped off, heart ràcing, a single thought búrning in his mind:
“Please, let her be alívé.”
The Cliffhanger

Night fell.

Adanna sat alone in the cold room, her hope dràíning by the minute.
But then… footsteps again.
Voices outside the door.
The k**b turned.
And in walked Kunle—with a syrînge in his hand.
She gasped.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a smile. “You won’t feel a thing.”
Just as he stepped forward, the door behind him burst open.
And standing there, brèathless and wide-eyed—
Damilare.

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To Be Continued…

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EPISODE 5 *THE FORBIDDEN LOVE*
The Price of Defiance

A Strange Silence
The days following Adanna’s decision were eerily quiet. Too quiet.
Despite Emeka’s warning, nothing happened right away. No thre@ts. No calls. No ang.ry messages. Damilare remained cautious, but Adanna tried to convince herself that maybe—just maybe—her brother had cooled off.

They both focused on their classes, tried to return to normal life, and even dared to smile again. Damilare was always by her side—patient, loving, trying to shield her from the stor.m he knew was still coming.

But sto.rms never give warnings. They strîke when least expected.

The Setup

It happened on a Thursday.
Damilare had just finished a presentation in his Marketing class. He was confident, próud even. He walked down the hallway toward the cafeteria, phone in hand, smiling as he read a message from Adanna.
“Can’t wait to see you later. I miss you.”
Just as he was replying, a hand gripped his shoulder.
He turned—and before he could react, two men dragged him into a side hallway.
“What the hêll—?!” he shouted, but they were fast, coordinated.
A pûnch landed in his stomach. Then another to his jaw.
They didn’t say a word. They just be@t him.
When he hit the floor, blo0d pooling from his lip, one of them finally crouched beside him and whispered:
“Stay away from Adanna… or next time, it won’t just be a warning.”

Then they vanished.
Hospital Walls
When Adanna saw him later that day, lying on a hospital bed with a split lip and bruised ribs, something in her snapped.
“Who did this to you?” she demanded, te@rs flowing.
Damilare shook his head weakly. “They didn’t say… but we both know who sent them.”
“Emeka,” she said bitterly.
Her heart ached, torn between r@ge and guîlt. She had chosen Damilare—and now he was paying the price.
“I should have known he wouldn’t let this go,” she whispered.
“I’m not giving up,” Damilare said hoarsely. “No matter what he tries.”
She squeezed his hand. “We fight together.”
But as much as they tried to stay strong, things began unraveling quickly.

More Than Just Vîólence

First, Damilare’s father received an anonymous tip that his son had gotten an Igbo girl prègnant. He was furious.
“You see what disgrace brings?” Chief Adeyemi thûndered. “This is your future now—sc@ndal and sh@me!”
“It’s a lie!” Damilare protested. “She’s not prègnant!”

But the d@mage was done. His father cut him off financially, and Damilare’s name began circulating through whispers and gossip on campus.
Then Adanna was summoned by the university’s disciplinary board. Someone had accused her of cheating on her last exam.
It was rîdiculóus—but the evidence had been planted.
Her exam paper had been switched.
The handwriting wasn’t hers.
She knew exactly who was behind it.
“This is Emeka,” she told Chinelo, who had returned from a short trip and found Adanna sóbbîng in the hostel.
“But how?” Chinelo asked. “How does he have this kind of reach?”
Adanna wiped her te@rs. “My brother knows people—d@ngeróus people.”
“And what now?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I feel like we’re lósing everything.”

Cracks in the Armor

Stress, fe@r, and uncertainty began creeping into the space between Adanna and Damilare.
He was struggling with money. She was on academic probation. The weight of it all thr3atenèd to bury their love.
One evening, as they sat in his apartment, Damilare finally bróke.
“Maybe we made a mistake,” he said quietly.
Adanna froze. “What?”
“I’m just… tired, Ada. Tired of fîghting everyone. Of being hûnted. Maybe we should take a break. Just for a while.”
Her voice cracked. “You want to bre@k up?”
“No. Just… breathe. Think.”
She stood slowly. “You’re giving up?”
“I’m trying to survive.”
Te@rs welled in her eyes as she grabbed her bag. “I chose you, Damilare. I gave up everything. And now, when things are hard, you want space?”
He didn’t answer.
And she walked out.

A D@rk Turn

That night, Adanna wandered the streets of campus, unsure of where to go or who to trust.
As she crossed a quiet path toward her hostel, a car screeched to a halt beside her.
Before she could react, a bag was thrown over her he@d.
She screamed, kicked—but it was uselèss.
She was shóved into the backseat and the car sped off.

To Be Continued…

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28/03/2025

*THE FORBIDDEN LOVE EPISODE 4*

The Choice That Changed Everything

The weight of her father’s words pressed down on Adanna like a crushing force.

“Choose.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked between her family and Damilare. The man she loved stood firm, his gaze locked on hers, silently pleading for her to stay strong.

Her mother’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her father’s jaw was set in a hard line. Emeka’s expression burned with anger.

How had it come to this?

Adanna’s lips trembled as she spoke. “I… I choose—”

“Don’t do it, Adanna,” Emeka cut in, his voice sharp. “Think about Mama. Think about Papa.”

Adanna shut her eyes for a brief moment, willing herself to be strong. Then, she turned to face her father.

“I love Damilare,” she whispered. “And I choose him.”

A stunned silence filled the room.

Her mother’s lips parted in shock. Her father’s eyes darkened. Emeka’s fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.

Then, her father spoke, his voice quiet but heavy with finality.

“You are no longer our daughter.”

Adanna felt the world slip from beneath her feet.

Her mother covered her face, weeping softly. Emeka turned away as if he couldn’t stand to look at her.

Pain ripped through her chest, but she forced herself to stand tall.

Damilare reached for her hand. “We’ll be okay,” he whispered.

Her father’s voice stopped them before they could leave.

“Adanna,” he called, making her freeze.

She turned slowly, hoping—praying—that he would take back his words. That her mother would call her back, that Emeka would soften.

But instead, her father continued, his voice void of emotion.

“You are dead to us.”

Tears blurred her vision, but she nodded.

Then she walked out with Damilare.

She didn’t look back.

A New Beginning or a Nightmare?

For the first time in her life, Adanna felt truly alone.

That night, she stayed with Damilare in his small off-campus apartment. He tried to comfort her, but nothing could fill the gaping hole in her heart.

Her phone buzzed with messages—from friends, from cousins, from distant relatives.

“Adanna, how could you do this?”
“Your father has disowned you. Come home before it’s too late.”
“You have disgraced us.”

Each message was a fresh stab to the heart.

Damilare sat beside her, brushing a tear from her cheek. “I promise you, we’ll build a life together. You won’t regret this.”

She nodded, though deep down, doubt gnawed at her. Had she really made the right choice?

A Dangerous Warning

The next day, as Adanna and Damilare walked back from class, a car pulled up beside them.

The tinted window rolled down, revealing Emeka. His eyes were dark with fury.

“Get in,” he ordered.

Adanna stiffened. “No.”

His jaw tightened. “Adanna, I won’t ask again.”

Damilare stepped in front of her. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Emeka glared at him. “You think this is over? You think you can steal my sister and walk away?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You have no idea what you’ve started.”

Then, with one last glare at Adanna, he rolled up the window, and the car sped off.

Damilare exhaled. “That didn’t sound like an empty threat.”

Adanna shivered. “He won’t stop. Not until he destroys us.”

And she was right.

Because that night, everything went terribly wrong.

To Be Continued....

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18/03/2025

*FORBIDDEN LOVE EPISODE 3*

A Brother’s Fury

Emeka’s fists clenched as he stood in the shadows, his breath coming in sharp, angry bursts. He had suspected Adanna was still seeing that Yoruba boy, but now he had proof. And worse—they were planning to run away.
His sister, his own flesh and blood, was willing to throw away her family’s honor for love?

Not on his watch.
As soon as Adanna slipped back into her hostel and Damilare walked off in the opposite direction, Emeka pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“Mama,” he said coldly. “We have a big problem.”

A Mother’s Wrath

The next morning, Adanna woke up to over ten missed calls from home. Her heart pounded as she sat up in bed. Her worst fears were confirmed when she saw a text from her mother.
“We are coming to Lagos today. Be ready.”
Adanna’s hands trembled as she clutched her phone. Her mother never traveled unless it was serious. And if Emeka had told her everything…

She felt sick.
Chinelo, her roommate, noticed her pale face. “Ada, what’s wrong?”
Adanna swallowed hard. “They know.”
Chinelo’s eyes widened. “Your parents? About Damilare?”

Adanna nodded slowly.

Chinelo sighed. “I warned you, didn’t I? This is bad. Really bad.”
Adanna’s mind raced. She needed to warn Damilare.

Damilare’s Own Battle
Meanwhile, at the Adeyemi residence, the tension was just as thick.

Damilare stood before his father, his jaw tight. His mother sat on the couch, looking away as if she couldn’t bear to watch.
“You still haven’t ended things with that Igbo girl, have you?” Chief Adeyemi’s voice was dangerously calm.
Damilare didn’t bother lying. “No.”
His father’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Then you leave me no choice.”
Damilare frowned. “What does that mean?”
The chief exhaled. “We’ve spoken to her family. They’re coming to Lagos today. This foolishness ends now.”
Damilare’s heart slammed against his chest. “You had no right—”
“I have every right,” his father cut in sharply. “And I won’t stand by while my son disgraces this family.”

Damilare’s fingers curled into fists. “This isn’t about family. This is about control. But I won’t let you or anyone else decide who I love.”

His father’s eyes flashed with rage. “Then you are no longer my son.”
Damilare’s breath caught in his throat.
His mother finally spoke, her voice laced with sorrow. “Please, Dami. Don’t do this.”
But his decision was made.
He turned on his heel and walked out.

The Confrontation

By late afternoon, Adanna’s mother, father, and Emeka had arrived in Lagos. They wasted no time.
Adanna was forced to meet them at her hostel’s common area. Her mother’s face was filled with disappointment, her father’s with quiet fury. Emeka stood off to the side, arms crossed.

“Sit,” her father commanded.
Adanna hesitated but obeyed.
Her mother wasted no time. “Adanna, you are done with that boy.”
Adanna’s throat tightened. “Mama, please—”
“Silence!” her father roared. “Have we not taught you better? Have we not given you everything? And this is how you repay us?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I love him.”
Her mother shook her head. “Love is not enough.”
Emeka stepped forward. “Do you even understand what you’re doing? Marrying a Yoruba man? Do you know how our people will see you? How they will treat our family?”
Adanna looked at him, pleading. “Emeka, you know Damilare is a good man.”
“I don’t care,” he snapped. “You’re an Igbo woman. And you will marry an Igbo man.”
Adanna’s heart sank.
Then her mother spoke again, her voice sharp.
“If you refuse, we will disown you.”
The words hit her like a slap.

Disown her?

She knew her family was strict, but to completely cut her off?
Adanna’s world spun as she tried to process it.
Just then, the door burst open.

Damilare.

He had come for her.
Her parents turned, their faces filled with shock and fury.

Damilare stepped forward, his voice strong. “Adanna is not a child. She has the right to choose her own happiness.”
Her father’s hands trembled with anger. “You dare come here?”
“I love your daughter, sir. And I will not let you take her away from me.”

Silence filled the room.
Then her father whispered, “Over my dead body.”
Emeka took a step toward Damilare, fists clenched. “You should leave. Now.”
But Damilare didn’t move. Neither did Adanna.
The air was thick with tension, a battle between love and family honor.
Then her father turned to her.

“Choose.”

Adanna’s breath hitched.
Her family or Damilare?
Her past or her future?
Her heart or her blood?
The choice was hers.
And whatever she decided… there would be no turning back.

To Be Continued…

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14/03/2025

Episode 2 *FORBIDDEN LOVE*

Adanna sat in her hostel room, her heart pounding as she replayed the scene with her brother, Emeka. His furious expression, the way he had dragged her away from Damilare—it all made her stomach twist in knots.

She knew her family would never approve of her relationship with a Yoruba boy, but she hadn’t expected Emeka to find out so soon.

Her phone vibrated. A message from Damilare.

Damilare: Are you okay? What happened after you left?
Adanna hesitated before replying.
Adanna: I don’t know… Emeka is angry. I’m scared.
She didn’t have to wait long for his response.
Damilare: I won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll figure this out.

Adanna sighed, wishing things were that simple.
That night, she barely slept. And the next morning, her worst fear came true.

A call from home.
She picked up hesitantly. “Good morning, Mama.”
Her mother’s voice was sharp. “Adanna, what is this I’m hearing from your brother? You are seeing a Yoruba boy?”

Adanna’s throat went dry. “Mama, I—”

“Shut up!” her mother snapped. “Have we not warned you? Do you want to bring disgrace to this family? What will your father say?”
Tears burned Adanna’s eyes. “Mama, I love him.”
There was silence on the other end. Then, her mother’s voice came, lower but colder.
“If you know what is good for you, you will end it now. Or you will no longer be my daughter.”
The line went dead.
Adanna clutched her phone, shaking.

Damilare’s Own Battle
Damilare wasn’t spared from the storm either.
He was at home that weekend when his father, Chief Adeyemi, called him into the sitting room.
“I heard something disturbing, Damilare,” his father began, his deep voice laced with disapproval.
Damilare already knew what was coming.
His mother, sitting beside his father, sighed. “Tell us it’s not true. Tell us you’re not involved with an Igbo girl.”
Damilare squared his shoulders. “I love her.”
His father’s face darkened. “You are a Yoruba man. You will marry a Yoruba woman.”
“With all due respect, Baba, this is my life.”
Chief Adeyemi’s fist slammed against the table. “Not under my roof! Do you want to bring conflict into this family? You think love is enough? The Igbo and Yoruba have never mixed well in marriage. They are different from us, and we do not trust them!”
Damilare clenched his fists. “Adanna is different.”
His mother reached for his hand. “Son, love is not just about two people. It’s about families. And this will never work.”
Damilare’s heart ached, but he refused to back down. “I won’t give up on her.”
His father’s voice was final. “Then you are no son of mine.”

A Dangerous Decision
Adanna and Damilare met in secret later that evening, under the dim glow of a streetlight near her hostel.
“I can’t lose you,” Adanna whispered, tears streaking down her cheeks.

Damilare held her hands tightly. “We’ll find a way. No matter what it takes.”
“But how? Our families will never accept us.”
He took a deep breath. “Then maybe we don’t need them.”
Adanna’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated, then said, “Let’s leave Lagos. Start over somewhere else.”
Adanna’s breath caught in her throat. “Run away?”

“It’s the only way we can be together.”
Her mind spun. Was she really willing to risk everything—her family, her future—for love?
Damilare gently lifted her chin, looking deep into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Then let’s do it.”
But neither of them knew that someone was watching.
A shadow moved behind a parked car—Emeka. He had followed Adanna, and he had heard every word.

His expression twisted in anger.

This ends tonight.

To Be Continued…

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12/03/2025

*FORBIDDEN LOVE EPISODE 1*

Lagos was alive with its usual energy—cars honking, traders calling out to customers, and students rushing to their destinations. The University of Lagos campus was no different. It was the first semester of the academic year, and students flooded the lecture halls, some eager to learn, others simply going through the motions.

Among them was Adanna Okafor, a 200-level Mass Communication student. She was Igbo—bold, intelligent, and fiercely independent. With her caramel skin, deep brown eyes, and a confidence that turned heads, she was used to being admired. But her focus had always been on her studies, and she had little interest in distractions.

On the other hand, Damilare Adeyemi, a 300-level Engineering student, was the exact opposite. A Yoruba boy with a charming smile, he had a natural ease with people. He was brilliant, but not just in academics—his ability to talk his way out of any situation made him popular among his peers. He believed in living in the moment, but deep inside, he longed for something real.

Their paths crossed on a humid Monday morning. Adanna, rushing to class, collided with someone as she turned a corner. Her books tumbled to the ground.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry,” a deep voice said.

She looked up, slightly irritated, and met a pair of kind eyes. Damilare.

“You should watch where you’re going,” she said, kneeling to gather her books.

Damilare chuckled. “Fair enough, but you were the one running like a hurricane.”

She rolled her eyes, picking up her last notebook. “Thanks,” she mumbled, hurrying off before he could say anything else.

Damilare watched her leave with a smirk. He had seen her before—how could he not? She had an air of mystery around her, and now that fate had introduced them, he wasn’t going to let this moment slip away.

A Growing Connection

Days passed, and Damilare found himself noticing Adanna more. She wasn’t like the other girls. She was focused, serious, and not easily impressed. That only intrigued him more.

Fate—or perhaps sheer determination—allowed him another chance. One afternoon, he spotted her sitting alone at the campus café, buried in a book.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, pulling out a chair before she could answer.

Adanna sighed but didn’t protest. “Do I have a choice?”

Damilare grinned. “Not really. But since we keep running into each other, I figured we should at least be friends.”

Adanna glanced up, studying him. “You don’t strike me as the type who just wants to be friends.”

“Guilty,” he admitted, laughing. “But I’m willing to prove you wrong.”

Adanna shook her head but found herself smiling. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

The First Warning

Their casual meetings turned into long conversations. Before they knew it, they were texting late into the night and meeting up between classes. Adanna felt something she had never felt before—something warm and exciting. Damilare, too, found himself captivated in a way he hadn’t expected.

But not everyone was pleased.

It started subtly—Adanna’s best friend, Chinelo, teasingly warned her.

“Damilare is cool, but have you thought about what your parents would say? He’s Yoruba, Ada.”

Adanna scoffed. “So what? We’re just friends.”

Chinelo raised an eyebrow. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.”

Adanna shrugged it off, but Chinelo’s words lingered in her mind.

For Damilare, the warning came from his older cousin, Tunde.

“You’re getting close to an Igbo girl?” Tunde asked one evening.

Damilare frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”

“You know how things are. Yoruba and Igbo families don’t always mix well, especially when it comes to marriage. You should be careful.”

Damilare brushed it off. “It’s not that serious.”

Tunde sighed. “Just be sure you know what you’re getting into.”

But by the time both Adanna and Damilare realized what they were getting into, it was already too late.

They were falling in love.

The Secret is Out

Weeks turned into months, and what started as friendship had grown into something undeniable. Damilare and Adanna found themselves stealing moments together, finding comfort in each other’s presence.

But secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

One evening, Adanna’s older brother, Emeka, came to visit her on campus. They were walking toward her hostel when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Adanna followed his gaze—and her heart nearly stopped.

Damilare was standing just a few feet away, smiling at her. Without thinking, she smiled back.

Emeka’s expression darkened. “Who is that?”

Adanna swallowed hard. “He’s just a friend.”

Emeka’s voice dropped. “That boy is Yoruba, isn’t he?”

Before Adanna could respond, Damilare started walking toward them.

“Adanna, everything okay?” he asked.

Emeka’s eyes flashed with anger. “So this is who you’ve been wasting your time with?”

Adanna panicked. “Emeka, please—”

But Emeka wasn’t listening. He turned to Damilare, his tone filled with warning.

“Stay away from my sister. This ends now.”

Damilare met his glare, unshaken. “With all due respect, sir, that’s for Adanna to decide.”

Emeka clenched his fists. “You don’t understand what you’re playing with, boy. This is bigger than you.”

Then, without another word, he grabbed Adanna’s wrist and pulled her away.

Damilare watched them go, his jaw tightening.

He wasn’t going to give up that easily.

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