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Part One of 'Thai Diamonds'
Somrot Weangmakham is persuaded by his brother to go and work at Diamond Boys when it opened. He agreed on condition that he only did the shows. Surit told him that going with customers was not compulsory, but that he really needed some help to get the shows started. Somrot, ‘Rot’ as he was known, was not worried; he just did not want his brother to know. He knew the rough end of the trade, but that was a secret. ‘Rit’ could never be allowed to know what had happened in Bangkok. There is something about the Diamond guys, whether it is fresh faced Run, straight from the village, or Cap who had done his round of the bars and a bond would tie them. They endure all that Pattaya has to throw at them, including death and rape. They come through it all stronger, harder and more determined. Cap and Run use every tool at their disposal to save enough money to escape Pattaya and build a new future in Udon. Two Farangs, Michael Barnard and Geoffrey Shotton befriend the guys and help them along their way. Geoff supports Cap and Run in their battle to move north, whilst Mike befriends Rit and Rot. Even when Rot leaves for the army they remain close. One of their number dies and guides their futures from beyond the grave. Their guardian spirit will only rest once they have accepted their fates and built a future, but they have to work out his riddles. Rough Diamonds is set in Pattaya and Isaan. The story will continue in Diamond Fellowship

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Rough Diamonds
Somrot Weangmakham is persuaded by his brother to go and work at Diamond Boys when it opened. He agreed on condition that he only did the shows. Surit told him that going with customers was not compulsory, but that he really needed some help to get the shows started. Somrot, ‘Rot’ as he was known, was not worried; he just did not want his brother to know. He knew the rough end of the trade, but that was a secret. ‘Rit’ could never be allowed to know what had happened in Bangkok. There is something about the Diamond guys, whether it is fresh faced Run, straight from the village, or Cap who had done his round of the bars and a bond would tie them. They endure all that Pattaya has to throw at them, including death and rape. They come through it all stronger, harder and more determined. Cap and Run use every tool at their disposal to save enough money to escape Pattaya and build a new future in Udon. Two Farangs, Michael Barnard and Geoffrey Shotton befriend the guys and help them along their way. Geoff supports Cap and Run in their battle to move north, whilst Mike befriends Rit and Rot. Even when Rot leaves for the army they remain close. One of their number dies and guides their futures from beyond the grave. Their guardian spirit will only rest once they have accepted their fates and built a future, but they have to work out his riddles. Rough Diamonds is set in Pattaya and Isaan.

Rough Diamonds ISBN : 9786162220821 Category : Books on Thailand Pages : 311 Price from : 0.00 US$ (ebook)

Diamond Fellowship
The guys are back and on a mission. Keng completes his task of helping his friends find their futures and is finally free to move on. As friendships are renewed, the Diamonds set down a path that will see them change the face of Diamond Boys, and Pattaya. They gain revenge on some of those who crossed, exploited and abused them in their youth. To get there they have to work undercover for the police to expose a side of Thailand a lot of them were once part of, the side the Thailand where they lost their innocence. In many ways it was all for Keng, their soul mate, who started young and died at 20.Rot finally declares his feelings, ones that he has hidden from everyone but Mike and, together with Run, leads the Diamonds towards the bright future.The pivotal event in the Thai Diamonds books is Rit’s night at the Hilton. Whilst Rough Diamonds tells the story up to that night, Diamond Fellowship is a fast-paced account of the three months that follow it.

Diamond Fellowship ISBN : 9786162221156 Category : Erotica & Adventure Pages : 283 Price from : 4.99 US$ (ebook)

Facets Of Thai Diamonds
The Thai Diamonds trilogy concludes in Facets of Thai Diamonds. We finally discover what happened in Bangkok when Rot went to work there aged sixteen. The first facet is a story of innocence lost. Mike’s family arrives for a Christmas that will lead to life changing events, particularly for Scott. But for some, their future is not with Diamonds. Some guys just seem to self destruct. Keng finally achieves his goal, and his spirit moves on, but not without drastic effects and a big cost to the fellowship.They face new challenges as Diamond Productions has a success on their hands and when Scott spends the summer working on college projects; it seems destined that they will have an even bigger success.Peter and Ivan reveal how their innocence was taken in Russia, and how they came to be living in Thailand.Robert reveals eight facets of Thai Diamonds in this concluding book as the Thais put their former lives behind them to take on the best that Pattaya has to offer.In the four and a half years since we first met the Diamonds, they have matured and grown in stature. Whether it was chance, or fate, that brought them together, what they created as a team was an unstoppable phenomenon. They knew what they liked. They knew what they wanted. They knew when action had to be taken. There are two ‘F’ words that aren’t in their vocabulary. ‘Fear’ and ‘Failure’.

Facets of Thai Diamonds ISBN : 9786162221446 Category : Erotica & Adventure Pages : 326 Price from : 4.99 US$ (ebook)

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Divine Intervention

Mike struggled to his feet.  He found kneeling and having to wai in front of the monks extremely uncomfortable, not to mention a waste of time.  Of course, he would not tell Rot that.  Rot had called him and said that he would be deployed in three weeks, before that he had two weeks leave and, instead of Pattaya he wanted to go to see the Fireballs, if Mike would to go with him.  Mike asked when and where it was, and where Rot was stationed.  Rot was based in Bangkok and told him the dates of his leave.  Rot said he had already told Rit, and invited him, but he couldn’t take time off. 

Mike agreed to meet Rot a few days before in Pattaya, then fly up to Udon where Rot said they could borrow his father’s pickup.

Mike had no time for religion in general.  He had been confirmed Anglican as a youth and attended church, but as he grew older he’d become more and more sceptical about the church, and religions in general.  He suffered Buddhism whilst in Thailand.

Rot had insisted they went to the wat before their trip, as he had never flown before.

They were on a late afternoon flight.  They got a taxi to the airport as soon as they had finished at the wat.  They checked in, and went for a coffee at the Sky Loft.  Mike liked to watch the aircraft coming and going.  Rot seemed mesmerised.

Eventually, they went through to departures where they had a late lunch and Mike was persuaded to buy a camera for Rot.  He hated hanging around in airports with guys, they always found a shop.

The flight was smooth, although from the time the engines started, until they were on the ground at Udon, Rot held on to Mike.  Rot’s father met them in the pickup, took Mike to a small resort just outside the village, and then showed him the house.  The pickup was the ubiquitous silver Toyota space cab

After eating at the house, Rot and Mike had a few drinks at the local karaoke, before Rot dropped Mike back at the resort and went to his father’s house to sleep. 

The following day Rot borrowed the pick up and took Mike on a tour of the area.  When they got back to the house Rot took Mike upstairs and showed him his collection of amulets and Buddha statues.  He carefully selected one, gave it to Mike and asked him to wear it for the rest of the trip.

Mike thought it was superstitious nonsense, but agreed to keep the peace.  He knew Rot always wore at least one.  Rot reminded him to take it off when he showered or had sex.

Rot decided it would be a good idea if he had a driving licence!  First task was a medical certificate.  They turned up at a clinic Rot had not been to in years, paid 50Baht, and walked away with a bit of paper declaring him 100% fit.  The doctor who signed the paper never even saw Rot.  Rot told Mike that they had to be up early the next day for the test so he suggested he slept with Mike.

Mike thought for a few moments and then said, “Only if it is house rules and we have sex.”

“That’s the whole point of sleeping together.  I haven’t had good sex since the last time in Pattaya.”

“How much bad sex have you had in the army.”

Rot laughed.  “Not as much as you with the guys in Pattaya.”

They woke at 6.30 so that they could get to the Transport Office for eight as that was the time Rot had said he needed to register.  They arrived at 8.10.  Registration had not begun.  About 8.30 they called people to register. 

Rot was upset as the previous year you just needed to pay 500Baht and they would hand you a licence.  Now he had to do a mornings school as well.  But the first task was to fill out the registration forms, which required his names to be transliterated into English.  He knew his first name, Somrot, but wasn’t of how to spell his surname in Farang; after all, he rarely used it in Thai, never mind Farang.  Mike was called on to transliterate, syllable by syllable.  They agreed on Weangmakham.

They sat around waiting until 10.  Rot and the other candidates were called to go to school.  What followed were a couple of hours being talked at by the police, a large proportion of which most of attendees slept through, including Rot.  Still they had attended.  The first group, which did not include Rot, then sat the theory and took the practical test. 

Rot appeared and they had lunch.  Mike had not been prepared for an all day session, although he should have guessed.  Luckily, there were some food stalls at the Transport office and they ate Som Tam and sticky rice.  After lunch, Rot took the theory and returned, reporting he had passed.  Then the practical, which involved driving up a ramp, stopping, doing a hill start, driving between rows of cones, stopping again.  Then they had to reverse down a parallel set of cones and drive forward to get the form signed.  Rot managed this, without hitting anything, and duly borrowed 300 Baht from Mike to go and get his licence. 

Watching other candidates it was obvious to Mike that if you did make a mistake, you weren’t failed, you just went round the course again.  No wonder the average Thai cannot drive in traffic, he thought to himself.

The next day they relaxed at the house as they were due to leave mid afternoon for Nong Khai.  Mike asked Rot why he had invited Mike along on the trip.  He replied that he thought Mike might be interested, and that, unless Mike had bought flights, he couldn’t have come.  He also wanted sex. 

Mike thought that was a refreshingly honest statement.  He then asked if Rot was planning to visit his girlfriend whilst they were there.  Rot replied he had called her, but she had said she was going to be in Ubon all week as there was a family funeral.  “I’m not sure it true, but up to her.”

Two of Rot’s friends arrived about three to join them.  Some mats were thrown in the back of the pick-up and the four of them drove off.

They headed up to Nong Khai and then east along the Mekong.  Mike noticed police at every junction as they headed north and suggested Rot kept to the speed limit.

Rot responded not to worry, that the police were there because someone important was visiting the fireballs and they were there to keep the road clear.  “They don’t care how fast people Drive.”

As they neared their destination, the traffic got heavier.  Eventually they reached their goal and after 20 minutes found somewhere to park.

They walked down to the riverside.  Mike was amazed at the number of people.  They eventually found a clear spot near the front with a good view over the river, laid down the mats, and sat down.  Rot went to buy some food and beer. 

They sat and chatted.  As it started to get dark, people started releasing Khom Loy into the night sky to carry away their vices and misfortune.  Hundreds, if not thousands of candles were set into the water upstream and slowly floated down the river.  Offerings to the Naga.

Mike had researched the festival and knew that pink glowing balls of fire were supposed to rise from the river.  He wondered if there was some trickery involved and could find no definitive explanation anywhere.

Then there was a cheer from further up the river.  They vaguely saw something shoot into the sky.  Then about 10 minutes later, there was a cheer in front of them.  As they watched, they saw a ball of pink fire rise from the river and then shoot skywards. 

Their first fireball. 

Mike was mesmerised, and sat scanning the river for the next one.  In fact, they saw five more before they decided it was time to leave.

Mike decided he was a romantic at heart and that he much preferred the traditional belief that the nagas of the river breathe out the fireballs to celebrate the return to earth of the Buddha at the end of Lent.  Why did scientists have to try to explain everything, and no one had proven a scientific explanation anyway.

As they walked back to the car, Rot asked Mike if he believed. 

After a few moments thought, he answered yes.

It was a slow journey back to Nong Khai and the main road.  However, the police had stopped oncoming traffic and the normal two-lane road now had four lanes of traffic moving away from the river.  Once at Nong Khai and route 2 south, things speeded up.  In fact, the police, waiting to close the road, encouraged people to drive faster, they needed a clear road.  They were soon doing over 130kph, as were most other people.

Then it happened.

Rot was overtaking a pickup when the driver swerved out into Rot’s path.  Rot swerved to avoid contact, one wheel went onto the gravel at the side of the road and Rot started to lose control.  He managed to get the wheel back onto the tarmac, but over corrected and had to swerve again to avoid hitting the pickup.  This time at 120kph, he had no chance.

The car careered down the central reservation.  Mike closed his eyes as he saw a tree approaching.  He heard the smash as the pick-up went straight through it.  He felt the car bounce across the ditch at the bottom of bank and start going up the other side.  More smashes which seemed to do little to slow the pickup.  When it hit the opposite carriageway, it launched into the air, landed on the roof, rolled and ended up upright in a ditch on the opposite side of the road, facing the direction they had come from.

Mike opened his eyes expecting carnage and blood everywhere.  He looked round.  Everyone seemed Ok.  He opened the door and got out, Rot opened his door and did the same, and the two guys from the back, which had had no seatbelt clambered out.  They checked each other.  Mike and one of the guys had a small cut and Rot complained of a sore shoulder.  By now, a car had stopped and called the police and rescue.

The rescue arrived in about 20 minutes, checked them quickly and took them to a hospital in Udon.  They were given a check over, and declared fit.

The families arrived and took them to the police station so Rot could fill in a report.  He was told to reappear at 3pm the next day to make a formal statement and that the insurance company would be there at about 3.30.  They returned to the village.

Pa’s wife set about starting a fire under a low table on which she laid grass and leaves.  She then made Rot and Mike lie on it, covering them in a blanket.  Rot explained it was an old Isaan trick to avoid any internal damage following the accident.

The next day there was a big family outing to the police station, and then to the site of the accident.  Mike was puzzled.  Rot had asked him for a shirt and pair of shorts before they left.

Once at the police station there was some chat between the policeman and Rot.  Rot asked for 3,000 Baht.  Mike looked puzzled.  Rot explained that if he paid the police 3,000, the police report would say whatever Rot wanted, and they would not be charged for the damaged trees.

Mike handed over the cash and walked to look at the pickup.  The roof was caved in on the driver’s side where they had landed.  He could tell from the bonnet where they had hit the trees.  They had obviously still been doing quite a speed when they flipped, but Mike was overall surprised how robust the car was.

The insurance agent arrived, took some photos of the pickup and a copy of the police report.  He seemed suspicious and tried to suggest that Mike was driving.  He hadn’t been and Mike realised from something he had read that the insurance probably only covered people with a Thai drivers licence.  It was lucky Rot had done his test.  Once the insurance agent was satisfied, they went to the scene of the accident.

Reviewing it in daylight, Mike realised how lucky they had been.  They had travelled over 200 metres and crossed the oncoming carriageway.  They had walked away with the sum total of one sore shoulder and two cuts.  He was amazed that the guys on the bench seat, with no seat belt, had walked away with one small cut between them.

He could see the four damaged trees in the path of the pickup.  They were quite substantial, but had just been snapped by the force of impact.  One was about 3 inches in diameter.  He looked at the deep scars in the tarmac made by the wheel rims where they had bounced onto the road and launched into the air.  The tyres had obviously burst as they bounced across the ditch at the bottom of the central reservation.  The next marks were where they had landed on the roof, fifteen metres away.

One of the old ladies who had come with them took their clothes, and placed them on a length of cloth.  She then lit candles and they had a short ceremony to thank Buddha for taking care of them.  She took the cloth, with the clothes inside, and brushed them over the path of the accident.

Back at the house, the families tied white threads around the wrists of the four survivors and chanted whilst they held hard-boiled eggs and candles.  The eggs were shelled and then cut in half using a piece of thread and examined.  They were all pronounced safe.

As they walked back to the house, Rot turned to Mike.  “You know why we live.  We all wear Buddha amulet; they protect us.  Buddha protects you because, when we leave the river, you say that you believe.  Somebody already offer me 20,000 Baht for mine because they know it works, but I not sell.”

Back at the house, Mike sat deep in thought about what had happened and what Rot had said to him.  After a couple of hours, he went over to Rot and told him that he wanted to learn more about Buddhism.  Rot suggested they slept together then the following morning they could get up at 6am to give alms to the monks.  Mike nodded. 

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EXTRACT - It Happens To Guys Too

Pet had failed again to get a customer.  He had been at Diamond Boys since it opened, but over the last week he had not had a customer, not even a drink, never mind an off.  He called his girlfriend to check if she had finished work, then jumped on the motorbike, picked her up at her bar and drove home.  They stopped for noodles just before their room.  She was unusually quiet, but they had been fighting a lot over the past weeks.

First, it had been over money.  If she was earning tips from the Farangs, why wasn’t he?  Or was he earning and then spending it drinking whisky with his friends at the bar?  They had had to move room the previous month to somewhere smaller, cheaper and further out of town.  He tried to reason that there were just fewer Farangs in town, and those who were there, spent less.

“I could earn more, but you don’t let me go with ladies,” was his standard response.  “You tell me that I can only go with men.  Many ladies want me.”  It was a lie, but did his ego good, and he had hoped it would disarm her.  “And anyway I don’t tell you that you can only go with ladies, not men.”

This had earned him a hard slap across the face.  “That’s different.”  Pet could never understand her logic, but accepted the slap.

The next fight had been a week ago.  Geoff had been in, and at closing time, suggested Pet joined him and the guys at a disco, ‘no tip, only enjoy’.  At four am, they had gone on to a karaoke bar.  Geoff gave up about five and went home.

Pet had eventually been helped home and carried into his room by his mates at nine the following morning.

When he woke late afternoon, his girlfriend had slapped him several times, adding to the pain from his hangover.  She told him that he was no good and had better sort himself out or they would be finished.  She hadn’t spoken to him for a day.

He tried to be extra careful the next couple of days.  He did love her and they had a 2-year-old daughter who stayed with her mother.  He wished he could earn more money, but all he read about in the papers was bad news.  All the Farangs claimed they had less money to tip.  He did get some tips that he dutifully handed over when he got home.

Then he was offed by a lady.  He thought he had been careful and not been spotted by his girlfriend, but on arrival at home she demanded he handed over the tip, slapped him and asked why he went with a lady.  As soon as he had left the bar, one of her mates had called her.  He argued that they needed the money, even though he knew the argument would not be accepted.

She had started talking to him again in the morning, if shouting instructions was talking.

The next night Simon came in looking for Cap and Nut.  Pet considered Simon a friend, if you could have a Farang as a friend.  Simon ordered a bottle of whisky and, when Cap and Nut appeared, they had all sat drinking.  It was late by the time Pet called to pick his girlfriend up.  She smelt the alcohol on his breath.

In the morning, she woke Pet just before noon with a slap and told him that they were finished, to collect his clothes and go.  He tried to talk to her, but she told him she had had enough; he was no good and didn’t do enough to support their daughter.  She was better off without him.

She went to the clothes rail and started throwing his clothes at him.  He found a bag and quickly pushed them inside, knowing it was time to get out.  Once she was sure that he had all his clothes and no reason to return, she told him to leave.

He reached for his mobile phone.

“No, I bought that, it stays.  You can have the SIM card.”  She grabbed it from him and removed the SIM.  “And before you even think of it, the motorbike is mine as well!”

He left with his bag of belongings, got a motorbike taxi to Art’s room, and asked if he could stay a few days.

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Part One of 'Thai Diamonds'
Somrot Weangmakham is persuaded by his brother to go and work at Diamond Boys when it opened. He agreed on condition that he only did the shows. Surit told him that going with customers was not compulsory, but that he really needed some help to get the shows started. Somrot, ‘Rot’ as he was known, was not worried; he just did not want his brother to know. He knew the rough end of the trade, but that was a secret. ‘Rit’ could never be allowed to know what had happened in Bangkok. There is something about the Diamond guys, whether it is fresh faced Run, straight from the village, or Cap who had done his round of the bars and a bond would tie them. They endure all that Pattaya has to throw at them, including death and rape. They come through it all stronger, harder and more determined. Cap and Run use every tool at their disposal to save enough money to escape Pattaya and build a new future in Udon. Two Farangs, Michael Barnard and Geoffrey Shotton befriend the guys and help them along their way. Geoff supports Cap and Run in their battle to move north, whilst Mike befriends Rit and Rot. Even when Rot leaves for the army they remain close. One of their number dies and guides their futures from beyond the grave. Their guardian spirit will only rest once they have accepted their fates and built a future, but they have to work out his riddles. Rough Diamonds is set in Pattaya and Isaan. The story will continue in Diamond Fellowship.


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Extract - All Change

Rob was a creature of habit.  He had gone to the same bar, Dragon Boys on Soi 20, almost every night for the previous four months.  He no longer enjoyed the show, and there were no boys he liked, but he still went.  Things had changed.  He used to enjoy chatting with the show boys but the ones he had got to know over years of holiday trips had gradually left.  He had tried other bars, but it didn't feel the same and the Mamasans would not leave him alone.  He had taken boys, but boys were boys; those who he thought his type inevitably turned out to be a failure in bed, despite what they promised in the bar.  So he kept the routine.  Dinner, a drink at Dragon to watch the show and chat with Rit, the last remaining showboy he knew, and then home to sleep, alone.

One night late November, Rit came over as usual after the show, but this time said he was finishing and with that, he walked off.  Rob did not even think to ask him where he was going or when he was leaving.  The next night he went to Dragon, but no Rit.  Obviously leaving had meant left.  He confirmed it with a waiter and left half way through the show.  The fun had completely gone for him.

Rob made a decision and, by the next afternoon, he was sat in the restaurant of the Foreign Correspondents Club, the 'FCC', in Phnom Penh.  He had needed to do a border trip in the next two weeks anyway, as his three months were up.  He knew he should change his non-immigrant visa to a retirement visa, but the discipline of having to make a trip every three months worked for him.  It forced him to do something.  He watched the boys loitering on the riverfront from his vantage point.

He was staying in a cheap hotel, as the FCC had been full, but had a reservation at the FCC for the next day.  He was restless.  He knew he had run away, but not sure from what.  After all, it was just a bar and they were just boys.  It was not as if Pattaya were short of either.  He walked back to his room to shower.  He looked at the small bed, the worn carpet and the cracked mirror in the bathroom.  It all looked so much better on the internet when he had booked.  “Same as the boys he'd met from the internet,” he muttered, and smiled to himself.  He showered, thankful he had brought his own towel; the thought of using the threadbare small towel that was on his bed was too much.

He was feeling hungry and so went for a stroll along the riverfront as the sun set, before dinner at the FCC.  He cut a strange figure.  Slight build, greying hair, baggy grey trousers, long sleeved white shirt with button down collar and an Indiana Jones style hat.  He carried a walking stick, although he did not need it, and a Harrods shopping bag.  Everywhere he went, everything went with him in the Harrods bag.  It was getting well worn, but he wouldn't replace it.  Rob was British by birth, but always felt an outcast in his own country.  He had retired, sold up and moved to Thailand.  He was tired of moving on.  Now at 55 he wanted somewhere to call home.  He had had boys, almost boyfriends, but greed had always got the better of them.  Everyone said that was the Thai way.  But then he had found it had been the same in Europe.  It was the bi-product of getting attached to someone, when the core of the relationship was financial.

The next morning he moved to the FCC with a balcony overlooking the river.  This was more his life-style.  He always tried to take the same room, Ta Prohm.  He liked the fact they had names not numbers.  It was also his favourite Khmer site.  He had been lucky that it had been available at short notice. 

Large comfortable bed, a balcony overlooking the Tonle Sap and a mini bar stocked with a full size bottle of whisky, instead of those expensive miniatures.  Those foreign correspondents must be thirsty people!  He took a long soak in the bath, something he hadn’t done for years and sipped on a brandy that he had ordered from room service.

He went for an afternoon stroll along the river and stopped to talk with some of the boys on the riverfront.  They were obviously for rent, and he considered one or two.  But since a bad experience in Amsterdam, when he had taken a boy from the station and been robbed, he would only take boys from bars now. 

He tried to remember the last time he had taken a boy.  It must have been a month ago; it had been a disaster.  He was tempted by what was on offer on the riverfront, but hated the thought of rejection or disappointment, or worse being robbed.  They are probably all ‘gay for pay’ anyway, he thought!

He knew he had to go back to Pattaya.  After all, it wasn't as if his life had gone.  He just had to get back in the saddle, get out of the rut.  And maybe the jolt was what he needed.  So, after a couple more nights enjoying the FCC, he checked out and returned to his apartment in Pattaya.

Over the next few weeks, he tried just about every bar, but did not feel at home.  He went back to Dragon, but the magic was lost.  It had changed hands, and as far as he could see, the new owner was making a complete mess of things.  No wonder Rit had left.

He searched for a boy for company, but whenever he saw one he liked, he would invent reasons to avoid them.  Too tall, too short, too young, too old, too muscled, too effeminate.  He wondered what he was looking for, or was he just jaded with the Thai scene, or boys in general.

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