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safepackagings · 4 months

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Cardboard Boxes: The Unsung Heroes of Our Everyday World

In the grand pageant of packaging materials, cardboard boxes rarely win the spotlight. They're the workhorses, the supporting cast, the brown paper bag of the packaging world. But while they may lack the glitz and glamour of their plastic and metal counterparts, cardboard boxes play an undeniably vital role in our everyday lives, silently weaving themselves into the fabric of every industry and household.

From Humble Pulp to Mighty Packages:

The journey of a cardboard box begins in the unassuming realm of trees. Wood pulp, extracted from sustainable forestry practices, is transformed into a fibrous slurry, dried into sheets, and layered together. This cardboard canvas is then cut, folded, glued, and stamped into the boxes we know and rely on. It's a humble origin story, but it belies the remarkable versatility and strength that lie within each corrugated layer.

The Superpowers of Cardboard:

Don't underestimate the unassuming might of a cardboard box. It's a master of disguise, seamlessly adapting to countless roles.

The Guardian: Its corrugated structure provides unmatched shock absorption, safeguarding fragile electronics, delicate glassware, and your priceless childhood collection of action figures from the bumps and bruises of transit.

The Architect of Organization: From shoeboxes stacking neatly in a closet to towering inventory walls in warehouses, cardboard boxes are the Tetris masters of organization. They create order in chaos, making storage and retrieval a breeze.

The Eco-Warrior: Unlike its plastic and metal brethren, cardboard is a champion of sustainability. It's readily recyclable, often made from recycled content itself, and decomposes much faster than other materials, minimizing its environmental footprint.

The Canvas of Creativity: Forget blank slates; cardboard boxes are ready-made canvases waiting for artistic expression. Companies employ vibrant prints, catchy taglines, and playful designs to transform them into brand ambassadors, while kids unleash their inner Picasso with crayons and markers, turning them into forts, spaceships, and even puppet theaters.

Beyond the Box: Cardboard's Ripple Effect:

The impact of cardboard extends far beyond the confines of its rectangular form. It fuels entire industries, creating jobs in forestry, manufacturing, logistics, and countless others. It shapes our shopping experience, influencing purchase decisions with its visual appeal and ease of use. And for countless entrepreneurs, it becomes the humble launchpad, the affordable packaging that carries their dreams from garage start-ups to booming businesses.

A Cardboard Revolution:

But the story of cardboard isn't static. Innovation is brewing in this unassuming material. Scientists are exploring ways to make it even stronger, lighter, and more water-resistant. Smart packaging solutions are integrating sensors and interactive features, turning boxes into information hubs and marketing marvels. And in the realm of sustainability, biodegradable and compostable cardboard alternatives are emerging, further minimizing the environmental impact of this ubiquitous material.

A Toast to the Unassuming Hero:

So, the next time you reach for a cereal box, pack your suitcase, or receive a parcel, take a moment to appreciate the humble cardboard box. It's more than just packaging; it's a symbol of human ingenuity, environmental responsibility, and the relentless pursuit of innovation. It's the unsung hero of our everyday world, quietly supporting our businesses, organizing our homes, and even sparking our creativity. Here's to the underdog, the silent champion, the cardboard box: may its reign of functionality and adaptability continue for generations to come.

#boxes #packaging #cardbord boxes

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months

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This is the fucking cardboard box Neil told long ago :D ❤

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #cardbord box

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pcktknife · 6 months

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bg3 demon got me again. this is mycah

#she was born in a wet cardbord box all alone #kae.txt #and now im going to bed bc its way too fuckin late ooo #too tired to try an figure out her face maybe in the mornin

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ambitions-of-an-eccedentesiast · 2 months

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local pipsqueak gets startled by his own voice, more at ten.

Next->

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#the ambitions of an eccedentesiast #dr jekyll and mr hyde #taoae #ocs #chapter two #page six #hmm.. wonder where you got that sweater from ?#*and why it was in storageee???*#hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm suspicious #I'll let you guys ponder that one ;;]#WHICH BY THE WAY I SEARCHED IT UP! CARDBORD BOXES WERE INVENTED JUST IN TIME FOR ME TO USE EM!#TAOAE WIN! CARDBOARD BOXES!#as for the pants he just used a belt and raised them up his waist a bit. the sweater just covers it #i'd rate the fit like. six out of ten. could be better but its not bad.

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thebookaddictetgirl · 3 months

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I love Stuff™️ until I have to move, then I hate Stuff™️

#I am slowly giving up #just bury me in a cardbord box

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hellkerbecs · 2 months

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where’d you get the Dan kuso funko omg

i used to work at this store that sold discounted amazon returns. he was sitting in the "rummage nest" room in an absolutely destroyed box for only $3

i felt pity for him. he was like a defenseless sopping wet abandoned animal i found in a cardbord box on the side of the road. i had to take him home. he rests comfortably with my gans and zoobles now.

#bakugan

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chrizfilms · 2 months

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I CANT I CANT I CANT OMG......

oral sec e sex front shot back shot zig zag shot horizontal. bed floor concrete outside inside on the roof in. a bouncy house bowling ally no protection to the core fast slow deep hard cream pie cumbust cum cream shake whimper tremble sweat water drip soaked sticky slimet whimper whine groan moan all fours all fingers cum on his nose and corner of his mouth dripping sweaty hair. makeup running down face panting breathing heated. no lube no nothing. pregnant not pregnant. period or not on period. in every hole. every angle obligue angle obtuse angle 90 degree angle 180 degree angel. in a cardbord box on a cardboard box infront of everyone. tape no tape. handcuffs no handcuffs. toys no toys. slapping gripping pulling. I NEED

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo edit

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ishouldgetatumbler · 2 years

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Danny tore through the miles between him and home. His fingers were crushing into his palms, imagining they were flattened under the weight of collision with Vlad's face. He had been an idiot to let it get this far, and for some reason it all felt like a labirynth Vlad had made.

Something, green at the edges and white hot at center arced towards him. He twisted he ghost body around it, lower half phantasmal and wriggling.

He paused, trying to pick out who'd flung it at him, the miles and miles between Gotham and Amityville being caked with burgeoning green pine trees.

Ghosts view ectoplasm sort of like baby teeth; losing it is part of life, it's not remarkably useful once it's outside of you, and everyone's ectoblasts are a little different.

For instance, the ectoplasm tossed at Danny returns to sender.

Danny could feel the bruise from yesterday before any other indications of pain. Then it spread, oh god did it spread. The pain oozed across the small of his back, folding him like a formation of birds and ripping him out of the sky.

For an instant, Danny blacked out.

The ectoplasm cooled across his back. The sensation was almost nice, if strange. Like lotion spread over clothes. Belatedly, Danny realized it was cooling so quickly because of windchill. Even more belatedly, he realized that was because he was falling.

He stopped falling, a dozen feet from the tree tops now.

It was that simple for a ghost.

His opponent rose to face him.

"I am the boomerang ghost!"

"Seriously? What do you want? I don't have time for this!"

He should have acted sooner, and he should have spoken up during the lawsuit. Objected or something. It was stupid to give Vlad even an inch. What would he have said? 'That man is a half ghost!'? Been laughed out of the courtroom like his dad?

The ghost began to speak "Vlad has-"

Kah-Blamo!

Fist met teeth. Get them talking. They always loved to talk. His dad's advice for a fight is that an open mouth is a human's off button. This was a ghost, but advice isn't a perfect science.

Bang!

His mom had kept a stack of old Grey Ghost magazines in the loft. When he was fighting, Danny liked to imagine old comic sound effects when he smashed his fist into their stupid faces. It made it feel less... brutal.

Wham!

The boomerang ghost went sailing, caught on the pine tree tops and tangled in his ghostly apparal.

Danny pulled the thermos from his pocket and uncapped it, tearing boomerang ghost out of reality electrons first.

Danny took a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, before continuing on his way.

As he flew, a box of rif-raf flung at him from the underbrush. Again, Danny dodged this by twisting his ghostly form around it, but this time he sped off, with the ghost who'd attacked him in hot persuit.

"I am the box ghost! Face me in corrigated cardbord combat!"

#dc #danny phantom #phanfiction #batman

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quelend-underground · 4 months

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Y'all i got a fucking Djungleskog for Christmas I couldn't be happier

I screamed with glee when i saw it, i don't do that. You don't understand - I don't normally show emotion but then

I pulled up a bear from the darkness of a big ass cardbord box

And there he was

Djungelskog

#djungelskog #i love him #god i am gonna sleep with that bitch every night #he will bring me nothing but comfort and safety that i starve for

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mahikamihan · 1 year

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Alamat "ILY ILY" is beautiful

hi, I'm just gonna write something quick to process my thoughts and analysis bc this MV and the song is so good and dense with message.

For some vague contexts, OFWs or overseas filipino workers, are often heralded as “Bagong Bayani” (trans. the new heroes) as they bring in millions of pesos every year to help with expenses and living costs back home. As of Nov 8 2022, $1 (US dollar) = roughly Php 58 (Philippine peso). I’m not sure how it’s changed over the years, but in 2010-14, at least for me, Php 50 can buy you an entire lunch meal in school.

ILY ILY is a multi-genre song by Alamat with the melody originally from a Hiligaynon folk lullaby "Ili Ili tulog Anay". I believe the song itself talks a lot about the sacrifices OFW parents make for the financial security and comfort of their children back in the motherland (Philippines). And the subsequent emotional consequences and psychological effects these have on the family. The irony of ILY ILY also doubles as "i love you, i love you" is not lost on me.

Starting off strong! "Ano ba?? Ganyan ka na lang pala!" -very common scolding terms, especially from a older guardian or parental figures.

"Hindi ka ba nag-iisip na may naghihirap doon..." - kind of guilt-tripping the child for crying, being angry, or generally just not feeling happy by bringing up their working parents (likely OFWs) and their sacrifices; generally an unhealthy way of soothing someone's frustrations over neglect or dissatisfaction.

I love how money comes out of the cake. Usually another way to soothe their children, is by bringing in more money, for more comfort. But that doesn't phase Lyca (the female singer).

presents for the children... again, to make up for not being their for their birthday or whatever missed celebrations (especially during formative years of their childhood)

I'm trying to figure out which specific Filipino festival this is refering to. I know a few filo street festivals that reenact the Passion of Christ (ex. Sinulog, Moriones, Salibatbat, etc.) which sometimes includes self-whipping, which the crown, candles, and ropes here are symbolizing.

The lyrics are so on point,

Gabi-gabi at umaga (every night, and every day) Pangungulila ang dama (feeling bereaved, "ulila"="orphan", which is on theme) Hihintayin ang araw na (waiting for the day) Tayo'y magsasama-sama ([where] we all get together)

This is supposed to remind you of the sacrifices people make for love.

^^^Can someone tell me what these are referencing? I feel like this is supposed to be something from a filipino film or something similar, but I'm blanking on where it might be.

I love the direct parallel of the filipino kid having a yaya (maid/ domestic helper) back home while the parent is the housekeeper in a different country. Just *chefs kiss* GENIUS!!🤌🤌

the lyrics shows how much the child/children cares about their parents. in the midst of happiness and abundance around Lyca, she can't help but miss her mom and dad.

Island Maid - from a quick online search, it's a domestic helper agency in Singapore. Upon looking into their website, they hire Filipino workers trained under Technical Education and Skills Development Authority (TESDA). Beside R-Ji is a balikbayan box, large cardbord boxes used to deliver souvenirs, gifts, clothes, furniture, and other things back to the country.

The lyrics now talk about how the child (R-Ji) aspires one day to be the one to work so they can bring their parents back home. (And, in a way, isn't that a tragic cycle of poverty and capitalism? Parents have to work away to bring money and food home, and the child has to work in order to bring their parents back home.)

Very powerful imagery. The waste, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness, while surrounded by presents, money, comfort.

Sacrifices, all in the name of family and love.

I love this part. From what I've gathered, in here, Taneo talks (in Ilokano) to the tone of an eldest sibling, about how he's going to take care [of you] for now. The lyrics shift the emotional burden of parenting to a fellow child, with the parents abroad and likely, unavailable. He throws paper airplanes made of paper money out the window while an airplane (parents?) flies in the back. Lost childhood maybe?

Another strong imagery. Money in a kaldero (used to cook food, usually rice, stew, and other filipino cuisine) while everyone is situated in a Boodle Fight (eating tradition where food is served on top of banana leaves).

"they've been gone too long so I'll be your Dad and Mom for now", again referencing about the physical and emotional unavailability of parents that older siblings or family members have to take on to fill that gap.

"'Nang, 'tang, muli na kayu" (Mom, dad, please go home)

At the emotional crux of the song, the lines said over the "telephone" sound is so poignant. They need their parents to go home. But instead...

...All they got were more Balikbayan boxes.

...and all they can do is fight over who gets them. Empty boxes. empty gifts of love. God, I love this song. Stream ILY ILY.

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#crying my heart over a song about OFWs inspired by the tune of a hiligaynon lullaby #talking about the sacrifices that parents make and the lost childhood of filipino children left behind #so many references #i can't even articulate all of them #alamat #ppop #ily ily #filipino music #filipino pop music #pinoy pop #munimuni #Ili Ili tulog Anay #original pinoy music #filipino artists #alamat ily ily #Youtube #alamat ph

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gender-mailman · 1 year

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[ i just decided that i wanted to do it now hehe, but before that i will try to get more things ]

[ also, i wanted to do a c! mushroom George but my mom said it was impossible and can't do :( ]

WHAT! >:0 Its not inpossible! I did it! >:V not just that but also a cape!! You just need cardbord box(es)(big ones), red and withe cloth(can be any texture you want), hot glue gun, and sew some parts! If you search up you can find many ways to do them! :D

#mailman speak #dylan the gay #dsmp ment

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meatybear2009 · 4 months

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Today is a good day

Fire: cozy

Woodpile: pretty close to full

Windows: cardborded

Doors: unlocked with towls stuffing

Mettle box i got at a yard sale: colling

The bread i made in the box: yummy

The powerlines: ❄🌨❄ frozen

#its 5 degrese outside #and the power is out #but thats ok because the fire is warm and i have bread

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asheewrites · 4 months

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Well now we gotta know what the two big boys have to say about the twiddle foxy friend and who gets to keep custody. Heaven, Hell or Raphael?

Whistling, Raphael went downstairs and was barely through meat-assembly (rabbit today... it had been a well grown critter, one was enough) and in the middle of cutting some carrots for the creature, when his phone already buzzed in his pocket.

Unfortunately, he knew from whom it was, so he had to wash his hands and get the phone out.

It read:

'Hello Raphael,

In case of your guest staying with you, Hell needs to be contacted for permission, not only information, to avoid misunderstandinga about us holding an Agent of theirs hostage. Please contact me when you receive a reply. Until it is clear whether Hell will send someone to pick it up ASAP or allow it to stay in your care, keep it under strict supervision. It is imperativ that you keep it in the clinic, for its own and human safety. Please report negative changes in behaviour immediately. Thank you for your diligence in reporting this as soon as you had assessed the situation. Looking forward to hearing from you.

ꙮ Metatron'

... the manufacturer or the software developer probably hadn't shelled out for a Metatron's Cube as a sign. Why he would sign twice if it were the case was a different question, but well.

This...

He was glad he's washed his rands, because he rubbed his eyes before oinching his nose. This was just... well. It was not pleasant.

There certainly was no hostage-holding if the creature in question could leave at any time. Like any creature should be able to at any time. Not that most animals had a desire for this kind of thing when they were held in a reasonable state. Of course, the order to keep it in the clinic and under strict supervision at all times would turn this into some kind of hostage situation. But... he had contacted hell. He had been diligent and if anyone asked, he had the orders in written form in front of him.

Bloody hell. He just liked imprisoning people, didn't he. Favourite hobby. Kch.

With a little twitch in his brow, he sent back:

'Hello Metatron, I have reached out to hell and will report as soon as a message arrived. The fox will remain safe in my private rooms. Behaviour unchanged. Raphael'

There. Due diligence and all. Maybe he would need to build enrichment for the creature. And if he needed to add a new room to his place. TARDIS-ing his home. Or something. When he figured how that even worked. But angelic abilities could do more ridiculous things. Somehow creating more space where there isn't... the worst thing Raphael could imagine, so... he would see.

For now: Finishing the carrots, starting the celery. Stuffing the whole meal into the fridge upstairs.

And maybe he should look more into enrichment for foxes. If it had no choice but to stay, he should definitely look that up. Sure, the creature might be older than himself, and not actually a fox, but it certainly didn't talk to him.

Puzzle boxes for food it was! He had still some wood laying around... and about ten hours of time. He could make something to get... maybe dried meat hidden in the the next day? Cardbord boxes he would be able to find no find no problem. Maybe he could put balls in the bathtub? But a kiddie pool might be more suitable. He really did need more space...

Well. Off to work he was. After informing the critter - or, more accurately, the thin air of his flat: "Hey, my invisible guest, I have to keep you in here or at least under supervision for the next few days. Not my call, but you don't seem to mind right now. I'll try to make your stay more bearable." Nothing answered. If it had been the right time of year, crickets would have something more to say. So he sighed, but added: "And I'll call you Kazu from now on. Not very demonic, but it's a name, so, Kazu, good night to you!" It probably needed to digest the meat - and vegetables - anyway.

Off he was to the attic and... mh... if he cleared that one up a little more, that might be an option. For now, there was just some cardboard boxes to grab and bring down. And then... a saw to create a puzzle box. It could not be too hard.

...

When it was time to walk downstairs, he wasn't sure if he could simply not do math... or if the measurements were simply out of wack. Fact was: Nothing fit together. Better luck next time, he supposed. The fox would not be harmed by any of that. So he served breakfast: "Kazu! Breakfast's ready!"

Not that he expected a response. The waterbowl was full too... looking at it, and considering normal foxes... it might be nice if it was a well, always providing fresh water. Like with cats? But that was another project.

Downstairs, he greeted his team and received the customary hugs and his usual stack of correspondence. Mostly letters, the advertisements, bills and reports get already sorted by Amurel.

At the table, he found a thank you letter from a patient (with pictures), a report from one of his angels in more critical areas, gathering field experience, other correspondences he would need to pen down in the break and then... a letter with a sticky note.

'Was like this in the post bin, no one brought it there, but there it is. Be careful? Amurel'

Huh. The letter was a sealed piece of paper. 'To Raphael' it said, with a flourish. And, indeed, held no adress. Well. He photographed the seal to maybe figure something out later, if the insides weren't revealing.

So he opened the folded sheet and read the following words, written with flourish in blue, sparkly ink:

'Dearest Raphael,

Congratulations on your new pet! I see no reason as to why you shouldn’t be permitted to keep it, provided you feel confident in your ability to handle it safely. Unfortunately, it sounds as though its previous owner was no suitable fit - I assure you this incident will be investigated and the individual reprimanded accordingly.'

SHIT. A quick glance to the end of the letter confirmed suspicions, it was Asmodeus. SO. He grabbed the phone and composed a quick message:

'Asmodeus, PLEASE do not investigate OR reprimand the guy. They needed help and came here and we helped. And that could happen because demons slowly started to trust us. I did not mean to incriminate them, it was simply an explanation why I did not send the fox down immediately. They guy is probably punished enough for having lost his pet. And feeling in some of his arm. We don't need a rumor that the clinic rats people out. In whatever way there is. It's nice that angels and demons can meet here on neutral ground. Armistice is a good reason. If at all possible, just... leave them be? Please? Since they came here, they at least knew they did something very wrong. Give them a chance to better themselves?'

He really was an idiot for not expecting that. Asmodeus liked animals, for all he knew. And currently he might still make examples out of people. Aaargh.

Well, he still continued reading:

'As for your new friend, do be careful of its pointy bits. It may be foolish to assume without seeing it firsthand but I can’t imagine it would differ too greatly from an Earthly fox; they can be snappy when frightened and are easy to startle. Please expect a courier within the next few days with the following supplies, provided free of charge: 1 bag of DevilKitty Kibblez brand fox chow, 1 medium memory foam pet bed, 3 assorted toys, 1 enchanted safety muzzle, 1 collar and lead. In the mean time, I should think meat, fish, fruits and vegetables would make for a suitable diet. It may beg for souls of the damned, but those should be given sparingly and only as treats for good behavior.

Thank you for reaching out and please let me know should you need any further assistance. We also request pics at your earliest convenience.

Best wishes,

Emperor Pro Tempore and Great King of Hell

Asmodeus

xoxo As 💙'

Fish. He had forgotten about fish. And fruit, to be honest. As for the soul... he tapped his phone in thought.

'Hello again, Asmodeus. I apologize for the sudden message. Morale of patients is something I have to pay close attention to. Usually.

Anyway. I thank you very much for the allowance and the help for a new demonic pet-carer. I hope you understand that souls of the damned might have to be stricken from it's menu. If that is a problem, I obviously can not handle them. Angels and souls of the damned are not too good a mix.

For now, my guest still evades sightings. Pictures will follow when it has acclimatised some more.

Now, is angel blood good or bad for the critter. I don't mind being bitten in fear, but I don't want it to suffer from... holy-poisoning?

I'll get back to you when there is a chance for pictures or I am overwhelmed by fox-entity. Thanks again!

Sincerely yours

Raphael

P.S.: 'Pro Tempore' mh?'

For whom DID he stand in that comes back any time soon? But alright. More pressing was the question if the XOXO was an indictation for a greeting he... wanted? Hugs and kisses? He was used to them, but... usually from his team and not... well... the emperor of hell, he supposed. From what he had seen, it was not an actionable thing, but... why?

Anyway.

'Hello Metatron. I got permission and allowance from hell, no worries anymore. Raphael.'

There. Done. Therapy! Physical, to be exact. Some people were not meant to stretch their own wings in their corporation. They tended to dislocate their shoulders and screw up their whole musculature. Time to warm his hands properly.

#UnknownVisitorAtLarge #semiramisaudron's metatron #mercuryreddies asmodeus #HORRAY I did not compose the messages x3 #1317 words (only mine)#my Raph xD

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