Dating can be a minefield of awkward moments, unexpected mishaps, and unforgettable blunders. But sometimes, the worst dates make for the best laughs!
We’ve all been there — navigating the tricky waters of romance, only to end up with a story that’s more “oops” than “aww.” From blind date mishaps to creative loyalty tests, dating disasters are universal. But why cry over spilled wine at dinner when you can laugh about it instead?
We’ve rounded up nine hilarious jokes inspired by dating misadventures. Whether you’re single, taken, or somewhere in between, these punchlines will make your heart skip a beat — this time, from laughter!
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The Sunday School Surprise
I was swiping through a dating app and matched with someone who didn’t have a profile picture. Desperate for a change, I decided to take a chance and meet her.
I wasn’t expecting much, maybe someone a little rough around the edges, but when I arrived, I was floored. She was stunning: 5’2″, baby blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and all the right curves.
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Impressed, I asked what she did for a living. “I teach Sunday school,” she said.
I’d never dated a Christian girl before, but I was intrigued. On the drive to dinner, I lit a cigarette and asked if she cared for one.
“Oh, heavens no,” she replied, “What would I tell my Sunday school children?”
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Fair enough, I thought. Some people smoke, some don’t.
At the restaurant, I ordered steak, she got lobster, and I requested the second-most expensive bottle of wine on the menu. When the wine arrived, she declined a glass.
“You don’t drink?” I asked, surprised.
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She shook her head. “Oh, heavens no, what would I tell my Sunday school children?”
The dinner and conversation were amazing, but I couldn’t quite figure her out. On the drive home, I passed a cheap motel and figured, why not take a chance?
“Want to get a room and fool around?” I asked nervously.
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She winked and said, “I thought you’d never ask!”
Surprised, I laughed and teased, “Really? What are you going to tell your Sunday school children about this?”
She grinned mischievously and said, “The same thing I tell them every week: You don’t have to smoke or drink to have a good time!”
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The Widow’s Wardrobe Wisdom
Dorothy and Edna, two elderly widows, are talking.
Dorothy says, “That nice George Johnson asked me out for a date. I know you went out with him last week, and I wanted to talk with you about him before I give him my answer.”
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Edna replies, “Well, I’ll warn you about what happened last week! George showed up at my apartment punctually at 7 P.M., dressed like such a gentleman in a fine suit, and he brought me such beautiful flowers!
Then he took me downstairs, and what was there but a luxury car… a limousine, uniformed chauffeur and all.
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“Then he took me out for dinner… a marvelous dinner. Lobster, champagne, dessert, and after-dinner drinks. Then we went to see a show. Let me tell you, Dorothy, I enjoyed it so much I could have just died from pleasure! BUT THEN when we were coming back to my apartment, he turns into an ANIMAL!”
Dorothy exclaims, “Goodness gracious! What do you mean?”
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“He tore my expensive dress off!”
“So, I shouldn’t go on a date with him?” Dorothy asks.
“No, I’m just saying… wear an old dress.”
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Thomas’ Mom and Dad Dilemma
Thomas, 32, is still single. His friend asks, “Why haven’t you found a wife? Haven’t you met anyone you like?”
Thomas replies, “Oh, I’ve met plenty of wonderful women. But when I introduce them to my mom, she always disapproves.”
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The friend suggests, “Easy fix—find someone just like your mom!”
Months later, they meet again. The friend asks, “So, did you try my advice?”
Thomas sighs, “I found a woman just like my mom. She’s perfect, and my mom adores her.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
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“My dad can’t stand her.”
Blind Date Backup Plan
I went on a blind date with someone I met on a dating app. Neither of us had profile pictures, but I consider myself quite handsome. Still, I was nervous. What if she wasn’t my type?
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Thankfully, I found an app called “Mom, Are You OK?” It schedules your phone to ring right after meeting your date. If you like them, you ignore the call. If not, you answer, “Mom? What’s wrong?” and quickly exit.
When I knocked on her door, my worries disappeared. She was absolutely stunning. But before I could say a word, her phone rang.
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“Mom? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
The Perfect Catch
A man is dining alone in a fancy restaurant when he notices a stunning redhead at the next table. Though he’s too shy to say hello, he can’t stop glancing her way.
Suddenly, she sneezes, and much to his surprise, a glass eye flies out of its socket, hurtling straight at him. He catches it mid-air with lightning reflexes and hands it back to her.
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Embarrassed, she says, “I’m so sorry! Please, let me buy your dinner to make it up to you.”
He joins her, and they have dinner, watch a show, order drinks, and have a deep conversation. At the end of the night, she invites him over, and he stays.
The next morning, she whips up a gourmet breakfast. Amazed, he says, “You’re absolutely perfect. Are you this kind to every guy you meet?”
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She smiles and replies, “Nope. You just happened to catch my eye.”
The Gym’s Secret Attraction Machine
After a tough breakup, I decided to turn my life around. Step one: Hit the gym to get back in shape and maybe catch the attention of someone special.
At the gym, I asked the trainer, “Which machine here will help me attract the most beautiful women?”
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He sized me up, paused, and said, “The ATM outside.”
A Mixed-Up Christmas Surprise
A man decides to buy his new girlfriend a Christmas present. Since they’ve only been dating for three weeks, he wants something thoughtful but not overly personal. He settles on a pair of elegant gloves.
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To ensure he picks the right style, he asks her younger sister to come along and offer her opinion. The sister points out a chic pair of white gloves at the store, which he purchases. While shopping, the sister also buys herself a pair of panties.
Unbeknownst to them, the cashier accidentally swaps the packages. The man unknowingly ends up with the panties in the gift box instead of the gloves.
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Feeling proud of his choice, he pens a heartfelt note to include with the gift:
My Dearest,
I chose these because I noticed you don’t usually wear any when we go out in the evenings.
If it weren’t for your sister, I’d have picked the longer style with buttons, but she said the shorter ones are easier to take off.
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They’re a delicate shade, but the saleswoman assured me they won’t show wear even after being used for three weeks. She even tried them on for me, and they looked fantastic!
I wish I could be there to help you put them on the first time. I’m sure others will handle them before I get the chance to see you again, but that’s okay.
When you take them off, don’t forget to blow inside to keep them fresh. They may feel a little damp after wearing, which is perfectly natural.
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Just think about how many times I’ll kiss them throughout the year. I hope you’ll wear them on Christmas Eve for me.
P.S. The latest trend is to fold them down slightly to let a bit of fur show.
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The $5,000 Test
A man is dating three women and struggling to decide which one he should marry. To make his choice easier, he comes up with a test.
He gives each woman $5,000 and observes what they do with the money.
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The first woman spends all the money on herself. She visits an upscale salon for a makeover, buys a new wardrobe, and splurges on accessories. She tells him, “I wanted to look my best for you because I love you.”
The man is impressed.
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The second woman uses the money to buy him gifts. She gets him a premium set of golf clubs, upgrades his computer, and buys him tailored suits. Handing him the presents, she says, “I spent it all on you because I want to make you happy—I love you.”
Again, the man is impressed.
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The third woman invests the money in the stock market. After making a significant profit, she returns his $5,000 and places the rest into a joint account. She explains, “I wanted to grow our future together because I love you.”
The man is blown away by her financial savvy.
He thinks long and hard about the women and their choices.
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Finally, he marries the one with the biggest breasts.
Love and Semantics
An elderly couple, both widowed, had been dating for quite some time. After much encouragement from their friends, they finally decided to tie the knot.
One evening, before the wedding, they sat down for dinner to discuss finances, living arrangements, and so forth.
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Eventually, the gentleman cleared his throat and cautiously broached a sensitive topic: their physical relationship.
“How do you feel about making love?” he asked hesitantly.
The lady thought for a moment, then replied with a gentle smile, “I would like it infrequently.”
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The man sat in thoughtful silence, adjusted his glasses, leaned closer, and softly asked, “Is that one word or two?”
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Marriage Counseling with a Twist
After 30 years of marriage, a husband and wife sit in front of a therapist. The wife starts in on a long list of grievances: “He doesn’t listen to me, he’s distant, we haven’t been close in ages. I feel neglected, lonely, unloved…”
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She keeps going and going, pouring out years of frustration. Finally, the therapist stands up, walks around his desk, and approaches the wife.
He asks her to stand and proceeds to lean in and give her a long, passionate kiss. The husband looks on in surprise, and the wife? She’s left completely speechless by the intensity of their therapist’s kiss.
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The therapist turns to the husband and says, “Your wife needs this at least three times a week if you’re serious about saving your marriage. Can you manage that?”
The husband sits there, thinking for a moment before responding, “Well, sure. I can bring her by on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”
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I Saved a Little Girl – Then Saw a Photo in a Black Frame That Looked Just like Me in Her Wealthy Grandma’s Mansion
Sprinting to save a little girl from danger had my heart racing, but stepping into her grandmother’s mansion stopped it cold. On the wall hung an old photo of a man who looked like me but belonged to another era. Who was he? The truth that followed would haunt me forever.
Not much happens in my neighborhood just outside the city. The streets are quiet, lined with maple trees and modest homes, their weathered shingles telling stories of decades gone by.
The autumn air carries the sweet scent of decaying leaves, nature’s reminder that everything changes. At least, that’s what I thought until that crisp October afternoon when a simple trip to the grocery store changed everything.
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As I walked home with my bags, I spotted a little girl, no older than six, sitting in the middle of the road. She was crying over her scraped knee while her bicycle lay on its side, its wheel still spinning lazily in the afternoon light.
My heart stopped when I saw where she was sitting — right before that notorious curve where drivers always speed, their tires squealing against the asphalt like angry cats.
The sound of an approaching engine made my blood run cold.
“Hey! Watch out!” I dropped my groceries, eggs cracking with a wet splat as the bag hit the pavement, the oranges rolling away like escaping prisoners. But none of that mattered.
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I sprinted toward her, my feet barely touching the ground, lungs burning with each breath. Time seemed to slow, the world narrowing to just me and this child in danger.
The engine roared closer, its growl growing more menacing with each passing second. I scooped her up just as a red sedan whipped around the corner, the rush of air from its passing ruffling our clothes, missing us by inches. The driver didn’t even slow down, leaving only the acrid smell of burnt rubber in their wake.
The little girl clung to my jacket like a lifeline, her tears soaking through to my shirt, creating dark patches that matched my racing heart.
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“My knee hurts,” she whimpered, her voice small and broken. “I’m scared. I’m so scared.” Her fingers dug into my shoulders, seeking comfort in their grip.
“I know, sweetheart. I know,” I said, gently stroking her hair. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to hurt you. What’s your name?” I pulled back slightly to look at her tear-stained face, her eyes wide with lingering fear.
“Evie,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve. A purple butterfly barrette hung crookedly in her disheveled brown hair.
“Hi Evie, I’m Logan. Where are your parents?” I asked, helping her stand on shaky legs.
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She pointed down the street, hiccupping between words. “Mommy… she drove away. I tried to follow her on my bike, but I fell, and she didn’t see me, and—” Her voice broke completely, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Which house is yours?” I asked softly, crouching down to her level.
“The big one.” She sniffled again, twisting the hem of her pink sweater between her fingers. “With the black gate. Grandma’s watching me today. I wasn’t supposed to leave, but I just wanted to see Mommy.”
I helped her up, retrieved her bike, a pink and white affair with streamers dangling from the handlebars, and walked beside her as she limped along, her small hand gripping mine tightly.
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The “big house” turned out to be an enormous mansion that made the rest of the neighborhood look like dollhouses, its stone facade glowing warmly in the late afternoon sun.
When we reached the ornate iron gate, Evie pressed a button on the intercom with trembling fingers. “Grandma! It’s me!” Her voice cracked with fresh tears, echoing slightly in the metal speaker.
The gate buzzed open immediately with a deep metallic groan, and an elderly woman rushed out the front door, her silver hair catching the sunlight like spun moonbeams, her face etched with worry lines deep as river valleys.
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“Evie! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!” She wrapped the girl in a fierce hug, her manicured hands clutching desperately at Evie’s sweater. “I looked away for one minute and you were gone! I’ve been calling everywhere!”
“I fell,” Evie mumbled into her grandmother’s shoulder, fresh tears welling up and spilling over. “I wanted to catch up to Mommy, but—”
“Oh, darling,” the woman kissed her granddaughter’s forehead, then looked up at me with eyes swimming with gratitude.
“Thank you for bringing her home. I’m Vivienne. Please, come in and have some tea while I tend to her knee. Please.” Her voice carried the refined accent of old money, but genuine warmth underlay it.
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Inside, Vivienne cleaned Evie’s scrape with gentle hands while I sat awkwardly on an antique sofa that probably cost more than my monthly salary, its burgundy velvet soft beneath my fingers.
The mansion’s interior was like something from a movie — crystal chandeliers throwing rainbow prisms across the walls, oil paintings in gilt frames watching us with ancient eyes, and Persian rugs so thick my feet sank into them like fresh snow.
“There now, darling. All better?” Vivienne placed a plaster with prancing unicorns on Evie’s knee.
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Evie nodded, already distracted by her tablet, the screen’s glow reflecting in her still-damp eyes. “Can I go play, Grandma? I want to show Uncle Logan my room later!” Her voice had regained its childish enthusiasm.
I smiled at being called “Uncle” so quickly by this child I’d just met, warmth spreading through my chest at the innocent acceptance.
“Of course, dear. But stay inside this time,” Vivienne said firmly, her voice carrying an edge of lingering fear. “Promise me? No more adventures today.”
“I promise!” Evie hopped down and hugged my legs with surprising strength. “Thank you for saving me, Logan. You’re my hero!”
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As Evie skipped away, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor, Vivienne turned to thank me. But the words died on her lips when she looked closely at me.
She stared at me like she’d seen a ghost, her face draining of color until it matched her pearls. Her hand clutched the back of a chair, knuckles white with tension.
“Ma’am?” I shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Without answering, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway, her heels clicking rapidly on the polished floor. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone her age, urgent and almost desperate.
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We stopped in front of a wall covered in old photographs — generations of faces in ornate frames, their eyes following us through time.
My eyes swept over the faces until I FROZE at one particular picture.
“Wait. WHAT IS THIS?” I stepped closer to a photo in a black frame, my heart suddenly pounding against my ribs. “That’s impossible.” My breath fogged the glass as I leaned in closer.
The man in the photograph could have been my twin. The resemblance was so striking it was almost supernatural. The same dark eyes with their slight tilt at the corners, the same sharp jawline that could cut glass, and the same slight smile playing at the edges of his mouth.
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Even the way he tilted his head matched my mannerisms perfectly. But his clothes belonged to another era entirely — a perfectly tailored suit from decades past.
“Who is he?”
Vivienne’s hands trembled as she touched the frame, her fingers tracing the edge like a blind woman reading braille. “My brother. Henry.” Her voice cracked on the name.
“Your brother?”
“He vanished 50 years ago.” She pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying to hold back tears. “We never knew what happened to him. The police searched for months, but nothing. It was like he vanished into thin air, taking all our answers with him.”
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We sat in her study, the photo between us on an antique coffee table inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Outside, rain began to fall, drumming against leaded glass windows like impatient fingers.
“Tell me about him,” I said, leaning forward in my leather chair. “Please. Everything you remember. Every detail matters now.”
Vivienne twisted her wedding ring, lost in memories that seemed to play across her face like an old film. “Henry was complicated. Brilliant when he applied himself, charming when he wanted to be. He could light up a room just by walking into it. But he hated responsibility and chafed against every rule—” she paused.
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“Our father wanted him to take over the family business. We owned half the factories in town back then. But Henry…” She shook her head, her silver hair catching the lamplight. “He just wanted to party and live freely. Said life was too short for boardrooms and balance sheets. Said he was suffocating in our father’s shadow.”
“What happened after that?”
“Father gave him an ultimatum: step up or get cut off. When Henry chose freedom over his inheritance, our father followed through. Henry exploded, leaving a horrible letter calling him a tyrant and disappearing into the night. His last words were that he’d rather run away than become our father.”
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“And you never heard from him again?”
“Not a word.” She studied my face with intensity, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I was 16 when he left. I kept expecting him to show up at my wedding, or when father died. But he never did. Just silence, year after year.”
She leaned forward, her hand reaching across the space between us. “What about your father? What do you know about him?”
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I let out a bitter laugh, running my fingers through my hair.
“Nothing. He left when I was three. Mom never talked about him. She’d just get angry if I asked, her face going dark like storm clouds. Said he was a coward who couldn’t handle being a father. She died last year. Took all her secrets with her to the grave.”
Vivienne nodded, her fingers tracing the edge of the frame with a tenderness that spoke of years of memories. After a pause, I asked softly, “But if your brother was so bad, why did you keep his photo?”
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Her eyes softened, tears gathering at the corners as she looked at the photo again. “Because love doesn’t vanish with disappointment, Logan. He was my brother. When our mother died, he’d sit with me for hours, just holding my hand. He wasn’t perfect. Yes, he ran from responsibility, chased pleasure over purpose, but—”
She took a shaky breath. “When we were young, his laugh could light up the darkest room. He had this warmth about him that made you feel safe. I was so young then, seeing the world in black and white. Now, with age, I understand that people aren’t just good or bad. They’re human. In my heart, he’s not the man who ran away. He’s the brother who taught me to ride a bike, who scared away my nightmares. He’s just someone who lost his way while trying to find himself.”
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“Logan,” she reached for my hand, her fingers warm against mine. “I know this may sound crazy. Would you consider taking a DNA test? I know it’s a lot to ask, but the resemblance between you and Henry is uncanny. It’s almost like you’re his mirror image.”
I was stunned. The request was out of the blue, but the quiet desperation in her eyes intrigued me. Maybe this could be the key to the answers I sought. I agreed to the test, and she took care of the arrangements.
Two weeks later, I stood in Vivienne’s study again, holding the test results in hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. The paper crinkled softly, each sound like a thunderclap in the quiet room.
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My hands shook as I read the words that rewrote my entire life story. The rainy afternoon that brought me here seemed like a lifetime ago, yet as fresh as yesterday.
“I can’t believe it,” Vivienne whispered, tears streaming down her face, catching the light like diamonds. “All this time… Henry was your father. You’re my nephew. You’re family!”
Evie bounded into the room, clutching a stuffed unicorn with a rainbow mane. “Grandma, can we have cookies? Logan promised to see my new dollhouse!” Her eyes sparkled with childish excitement, unaware of the momentous revelation hanging in the air.
A cheerful little girl holding a stuffed unicorn | Source: Midjourney
Vivienne pulled her close, wiping her eyes with a trembling hand. “Of course, darling. But first, I’d like you to meet someone very special. Remember how you called Logan ‘uncle’ before? Well, he really is your Uncle Logan. He’s part of our family!”
“Really?” Evie’s eyes widened like saucers, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise. “Like, for real and true?”
I knelt down to her level, my eyes misting over. “For real and true, princess. For real and true.”
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I stood there feeling pieces of my identity clicking into place like a long-forgotten puzzle.
And suddenly, everything made sense: family isn’t just about blood ties; it’s about finding the people who truly matter, even if they were strangers just yesterday. Sometimes, the longest journeys lead us right where we were meant to be all along.
A man standing beside a framed photo of his doppelganger | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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