LAS VEGAS — Beyond the booze-soaked Strip, past a thicket of pornography stores and near the Heart Attack Grill, where people who weigh more than 350 pounds eat for free, sits one of the world’s foremost clinics for … brain health?

Debauchery still reigns here, but Sin City long ago became more than a place where brain cells go to die. There are serious people doing serious things, and one of them is Larry Ruvo, an alcohol distribution titan by trade who has turned part of downtown into a major center of research and treatment for diseases like Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.

The Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health, an $80 million Frank Gehry-designed building, is conducting 32 clinical trials, one of the largest such endeavors anywhere. The four-year-old center, named after Mr. Ruvo’s father, is run in partnership with the renowned Cleveland Clinic.

But this is still Las Vegas. Give them the old razzle dazzle remains the go-to operating philosophy, even for high-rolling philanthropists like Mr. Ruvo, 66. When in doubt, throw in a showgirl or six.

Last weekend, for instance, Mr. Ruvo, who comes across a bit like a more caffeinated George Clooney, was auctioning off Cindy Crawford’s pie to 1,700 dinner guests at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. The former supermodel had offered to bake and host a luncheon in support of Mr. Ruvo’s foundation, Keep Memory Alive.

Sold! Mr. Ruvo, dressed in a black shirt and black suit (no tie), beamed when the bidding hit $130,000. “Isn’t this a great city?” he shouted. Attendees at his annual Power of Love Gala, which is televised locally, nodded as they tried to dismantle heart-shaped chocolate desserts that towered a foot in the air. (Liberace would have approved.)

By that point in the evening, Bono had already crooned “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.” Coming up were performances by Chaka Khan, Stevie Wonder and Jennifer Hudson —“incredible entertainment the likes Las Vegas has never seen,” in the words of Mr. Ruvo’s pal Robin Leach, who narrated the evening in his singsong “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” voice.

The event, which raised more than $11 million and was attended by Hollywood A-listers like Will Smith and Amy Poehler, honored Michael Caine and Quincy Jones, a pairing that is less odd than it seems: the two men were apparently born seconds apart 80 years ago and are longtime friends.

“Celestial twins,” Mr. Ruvo deemed them from the stage before blowing a dramatic kiss in their direction: “Mmphwah!”

Mr. Ruvo became a philanthropist by accident in 1995. His father, Lou, had just died following a battle with Alzheimer’s. Lou Ruvo was a character, a former Niagara Falls tour driver who moved to a mobbed-up Las Vegas in 1955 to open an Italian restaurant. About 35 friends and family members had gathered at Caesars Palace to pay tribute to his life.

At some point, John Paul DeJoria, a founder of Paul Mitchell hair products, turned up and blurted out that he planned to donate $5,000 to Alzheimer’s research, as the story goes. Before the wine stopped flowing that night, $35,000 had been raised. A more organized charity dinner followed the next year; contributions that time totaled $375,000.

These dinners grew into the annual Power of Love Gala, an affair that stands out as over the top even in a city that holds Siegfried and Roy as royalty. “As you can see, anything goes,” Mr. Ruvo’s stunning wife, Camille, said during the cocktail hour in reference to people’s attire, which ranged from tasteful to tacky — Grammys lite.

Mr. Ruvo would be one of the most powerful men in Las Vegas even without his philanthropic work. After graduating from a community college, he headed straight into jobs at places like the Playboy Club and the Frontier Hotel, where he became friends with one of its stakeholders, Steve Wynn. Mr. Wynn founded a liquor distribution company in 1970, and Mr. Ruvo became a partner.

That company, Southern Wine and Spirits of Nevada, is now by far the largest distributor of adult beverages on the Strip. Let that soak in a minute.

Mr. Ruvo, who sits on the board of the American Gaming Association, said it was his experience selling alcohol that led him to Mr. Gehry. “Spirits is a packaging and marketing business,” he said during a tour of his clinic. “If I built a normal building, nobody in the medical world would have taken me seriously.”

He was explaining this while standing about eight inches from my face. Mr. Ruvo, who comes scented with expensive cologne, is not intimidating, but — like most good salesmen — he uses proximity to put exclamation points on his message. He is also a fan of the grand gesture; he had assigned a clinic employee to program my name into an electronic marquee.

“I didn’t have time, but please tell him you saw it,” she said. I did.

But back to the tour. Clutching my elbow, Mr. Ruvo turned us toward a 20-foot-tall James Rosenquist mural called “Brain Space.” “Steve walked in, saw the wall, took out his cellphone and called his art dealer,” Mr. Ruvo said, referring to Mr. Wynn. “Three weeks later James Rosenquist was standing right there.” (Mr. Wynn did not respond to interview requests.)

One of Mr. Ruvo’s favorite stories involves Mr. Gehry, who began their first meeting by bluntly saying he was not interested in the commission. Nothing personal, he advised. He just wasn’t particularly fond of Las Vegas.

“I won’t use the vernacular I used because there are ladies here,” Mr. Ruvo said, motioning toward two Cleveland Clinic public relations executives. “But I put my finger in his face, and I said: ‘You are the meanest, nastiest guy I have ever met. Who the hell are you to not even listen?’ ”

Mr. Ruvo smiled sweetly and paused for dramatic effect. “My 45-minute appointment turned into three and a half hours,” he said triumphantly.

The finished clinic has a kitchen personally designed by Wolfgang Puck and an airy, high-tech patient examination and research wing modeled on Moroccan cliff dwellings. But it was Mr. Gehry’s soaring, curving event space (rentals raise money for the clinic) that Mr. Ruvo was especially keen to show off.

“Where’s Theresa? Theresa! Open the drapes, please?” With the push of a button, the coverings on 199 uniquely shaped atrium windows started to retract. The moment needed music. “Can you fire up that song?” he asked a staffer. “Where’s Alan? Eileen, can you get me Alan?” Mr. Ruvo’s cellphone rang.

“Hello?” It was Michael Milken, the former junk bond king turned philanthropist who is one of Mr. Ruvo’s closest friends. Will.i.am, a founder of the Black Eyed Peas, needed a lift to Las Vegas from Los Angeles for the gala, and Mr. Ruvo had reached out to Mr. Milken for a favor. Might he bring the singer along on his jet?

Mr. Milken’s response, according to Mr. Ruvo, was fast: “Anything for you, Larry.”

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The brother of Krystle M. Campbell, one of the three people killed in the Boston Marathon terrorist bombing, tonight welcomed the arrest of suspect Dzhokhar A. Tsarnaev, but said his capture does not change the painful reality that his sister is gone.

“It’s not going to bring her back,” William Campbell III, whose 29-year-old sister was killed when the bombs went off at the marathon finish line on Boylston Street Monday. “I’m happy that nobody else is going to get hurt by these guys, but it’s not going to bring her back.”

Speaking by phone tonight after Tsarnaev was captured in Watertown, Campbell said he followed today’s rapid developments — where nearly a 1 million people were ordered to stay in their homes so police could search Watertown and other communities for the bombing suspect — “off and on.’’

But added that he has “been trying to shut out reality a little bit by turning off the TV. It was nice when the power went out here for a little while.”

As for the rest of the family, including Krystle’s father, William Campbell Jr., and mother, Patricia Campbell, “they’re happy they got the guys, but basically they feel the same,” he said.

“You can only get so angry,’’ he added. “And you then know she’s not going to be here anymore.”

The family of Martin William Richard, the eight-year-old Dorchester boy murdered during the terrorist bombings, last night expressed their thanks to the public safety community and the public as a whole for their intense commitment to solving the bombing case.

“Our family wishes to salute the thousands of officers and agents from the Boston, Cambridge and Watertown Police & Fire Departments, Massachusetts State Police, FBI, ATF, and other police departments and agencies who worked and collaborated around the clock to bring the perpetrators of Monday’s attack to justice,’’ the Richard family said. “We also thank the citizens and businesses that shared images and footage with investigators in hopes of advancing the investigation.”

The family said that the communal effort “worked, and tonight, our community is once again safe from these two men.’’

The family noted, however, that their lives were changed forever by the bombing.

“None of this will bring our beloved Martin back, or reverse the injuries these men inflicted on our family and nearly two hundred others. We continue to pray for healing and for comfort on the long road that lies ahead for every victim and their loved ones,’’ the statement said. “Tonight, our family applauds the entire law enforcement community for a job well done, and trust that our justice system will now do its job.’’

Bryan Marquard can be reached at bmarquard@globe.com.

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BOSTON — About 100 feet from the end of the 26.2-mile Boston Marathon, explosions shook the street and sent runners frantically racing for cover. The marathon finish line, normally a festive area of celebration and exhaustion, was suddenly like a war zone.

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“These runners just finished and they don’t have legs now,” said Roupen Bastajian, 35, a Rhode Island state trooper and former Marine. “So many of them. There are so many people without legs. It’s all blood. There’s blood everywhere. You got bones, fragments. It’s disgusting.”

Had Mr. Bastajian run a few strides slower, as he did in 2011, he might have been among the dozens of victims wounded in Monday’s bomb blasts. Instead, he was among the runners treating other runners, a makeshift emergency medical service of exhausted athletes.

“We put tourniquets on,” Mr. Bastajian said. “I tied at least five, six legs with tourniquets.”

The Boston Marathon, held every year on Patriots’ Day, a state holiday, is usually an opportunity for the city to cheer with a collective roar. But the explosions turned an uplifting day into a nightmarish swirl of bloodied streets and torn-apart limbs as runners were toppled, children on the sidelines were maimed, and a panicked city watched its iconic athletic spectacle destroyed.

The timing of the explosions — around 2:50 p.m. — was especially devastating because they happened when a high concentration of runners in the main field were arriving at the finish line on Boylston Street. In last year’s Boston Marathon, for example, more than 9,100 crossed the finish line — 42 percent of all finishers — in the 30 minutes before and after the time of the explosions.

This year, more than 23,000 people started the race in near-perfect conditions. Only about 17,580 finished.

Three people were killed and more than 100 were injured, officials said.

Deirdre Hatfield, 27, was steps away from the finish line when she heard a blast. She saw bodies flying out into the street. She saw a couple of children who appeared lifeless. She saw people without legs.

“When the bodies landed around me I thought: Am I burning? Maybe I’m burning and I don’t feel it,” Ms. Hatfield said. “If I blow up, I just hope I won’t feel it.”

She looked inside a Starbucks to her left, where she thought a blast might have occurred. “What was so eerie, you looked in you knew there had to be 100 people in there, but there was no sign of movement,” she said.

Ms. Hatfield wondered where another explosion might occur. She turned down a side street and ran to the hotel where she had agreed to meet her boyfriend and family after the race.

Amid the chaos, the authorities directed runners and onlookers to the area designated for family members meeting runners at the end of the race. It was traditionally a place of panting pride, sweaty hugs and exhausted relief.

But on Monday, it became a place of dread, as news of the attack spread through the crowd and people awaited word. One woman screamed over the din toward the streets roped off for runners: “Lisa! Lisa!”

Some saw the explosions as clouds of white smoke. To others, they looked orange — a fireball that nearly reached the top of a nearby traffic light. Groups of runners, including a row of women in pink and neon tank tops and a man in a red windbreaker — kept going a few paces at least, as if unsure of what they were seeing.

Some runners stopped in the middle of the street, confused and frightened. Others turned around and started running back the way they came.

“It is kind of ironic that you just finished running a marathon and you want to keep running away,” said Sarah Joyce, 21, who had just finished her first marathon when she heard the blast.

Bruce Mendelsohn, 44, was at a party in a third-floor office above where the bombs went off. His brother, Aaron, had finished the race earlier.

“There was a very loud boom, and three to five seconds later there was another one,” said Mr. Mendelsohn, an Army veteran who works in public relations. He ran outside. “There was blood smeared in the streets and on the sidewalk,” he said.

Mr. Mendelsohn could not be sure how many people had been killed or wounded, but among the bodies he said he saw women, children and runners. The wounds, he said, appeared to be “lower torso.”

As Melissa Fryback, 42, was heading into the home stretch, she realized she was on pace for one of her best times ever. She steeled herself for the last three miles and finished in 3 hours 44 minutes. She met up with her boyfriend, and the two had made it about two blocks from the finish line when they heard the blasts.

“I can’t help but wonder that if I hadn’t pushed like that, it could have been me,” she said.

Boston hospitals struggled to keep up with the flow of patients. Massachusetts General Hospital admitted 29 patients, 8 of them in critical condition; several of them needed amputations, a spokesman said.

Late Monday night, Brigham and Women’s Hospital said it had seen 31 patients who were wounded in the explosions, ranging from a 3-year-old to patients in their 60s. As many as 10 were listed in serious condition, and 2 were in critical condition.

The Rev. Brian Jordan, a Franciscan priest based in Brooklyn, said he was in Boston to say a pre-race Mass near the starting line for a group of about 100 friends who were running. The group included Boston firefighters, Massachusetts State Police officers and several Army soldiers recently returned from Iraq.

Father Jordan, a veteran runner of 21 Boston Marathons himself, was about a block away from the blasts when they occurred, heading toward the course to watch his friends finish the race.

“I never heard that type of sound before,” he said by telephone. “It was like cannons.”

He said he made his way through the fleeing crowd toward the explosions. “I saw some blood,” he said.

He realized he could be more effective wearing his Franciscan habit, so he returned to the firehouse and donned the brown robe of his order, and then headed back out into the streets.

“All I could do was try to calm people down,” Father Jordan said. “Marathons are supposed to bring people together.”

Jeff Constantine, 46, ended his first marathon a mile from the finish. It took 10 minutes to find out why. He was planning to finish the race at almost exactly the time that the bomb went off.

“If I didn’t freeze up, if I hadn’t been slow, I would have been right there,” he said.

His family had traffic to thank. They were running late after watching Mr. Constantine run up Heartbreak Hill, the race’s most challenging stretch, and never made it to the finish line.

In Break With Tradition, It’s Open Season on the Royal Family

MADRID — For decades, the members of Spain’s royal family were treated with profound deference by the public, politicians and the media. Their private lives generally went uninvestigated, their whereabouts unreported, and the sources of King Juan Carlos’s vast personal wealth were not discussed, even though he came to the throne with almost no money in 1975, after the death of Gen. Francisco Franco.

But times have changed, both for the king and the country. Spain is in the midst of an economic and identity crisis, having tied its fortunes to the now-troubled European Monetary Union. The 75-year-old king is increasingly unpopular, and polls suggest that far from attracting sympathy, his declininghealth has intensified calls for him to abdicate in favor of Crown Prince Felipe, his 45-year-old son.

Politicians and journalists are starting to dig deeper now, and the taboos are falling away. Almost every week, the royal family seems to be confronted with fresh embarrassments and accusations, some leveled at the king himself, and nearly every aspect of the family’s personal and financial life has become fair game.

“The protective shield of the royal family has simply disappeared,” said Carmen Enríquez, who has written several books about the royal family and who served as the royal correspondent for Spain’s national television network for almost two decades. “We are in a serious crisis, where suffering citizens feel they should know where every cent of public money is being spent, including by the monarchy.”

Thousands of people demonstrated against the monarchy in central Madrid on Sunday, the 82nd anniversary of the establishment of Spain’s last Republican government, which was supplanted by the Franco dictatorship after a civil war. Several demonstrators held posters calling for Spain to replace Juan Carlos with an elected head of state.

Earlier this month, the main Socialist opposition party took steps in Parliament that, for the first time, formally requested information about the king’s personal finances. The request followed a report in the newspaper El Mundo asserting that Juan Carlos had stashed money in secret Swiss bank accounts he inherited from his father. The royal household said it would look into the allegations before issuing any response.

Last week, a book that makes several embarrassing claims about the personal history of Princess Letizia, the wife of Felipe, was published. It sold out almost immediately. The book was written by David Rocasolano, a cousin of the princess whom she once employed as a lawyer.

The book drew immediate scorn from royal supporters, who said it was inaccurate and amounted to an act of treason. Whatever its accuracy, the publication underlined the breadth and intensity of the criticism being leveled against the royal family.

The wedge that has exposed the family to deep scrutiny is probably the corruption investigation centered on Iñaki Urdangarin, the king’s son-in-law. The matter touched on the king himself last week, when the royal household was confronted with claims that Juan Carlos had personally intervened to secure the appointment of Mr. Urdangarin, a former Olympic handball player, as assistant coach of the national team of Qatar. The palace said that while the king had telephoned Sheik Hamad bin Khalifa al-Thani of Qatar several times, their conversations were related to a Spanish shipbuilding contract and not to Mr. Urdangarin’s sporting ambitions.

That the news media raised the issue at all was surprising. Calling on influential friends has long been the king’s way of conducting business for the family, according to royal watchers. That pattern is also seen in e-mail messages that have been leaked in the investigation of Mr. Urdangarin, which concerns lucrative contracts he was given by Spanish regional governments to organize sports events.

The judge in the case also recently subpoenaed Mr. Urdangarin’s wife, Princess Cristina — an unprecedented step by Spain’s courts that further tarnished the royal image.

The royals are not the only ones coming under greater scrutiny: almost no political party in Spain has been spared an inquiry. Arguably, the most damaging landed on the doorstep of Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy and his governing Popular Party, which is accused of operating a slush fund. Nearly every institution of power in the country has been touched by corruption and popular disillusionment.

Still, the royal family’s fall from popular grace is probably the most striking example. It seemed to start in earnest last April when the king was forced to make a highly unusual apology after returning from a lavish elephant hunting excursion to Botswana, which came to public attention only because he fell and broke his hip on the trip.

Since then, the king has undergone more surgical procedures, prompting even some supporters of the monarchy to suggest that he abdicate, including the prominent political columnist José Antonio Zarzalejos, a former editor in chief of the conservative newspaper ABC.

“The king is clearly not in perfect health, and has made many errors, so he doesn’t have the capacity to lead that his son does,” said Mr. Zarzalejos, who describes himself as “an absolute monarchist.”

He said that during his tenure as ABC’s editor, he was not subject to formal censorship from the royal household, but voluntarily restrained coverage of the monarchy, as other mainstream publications did.

“The media consented not to publish some things,” Mr. Zarzalejos said. “That wasn’t driven by fear, but instead by respect and gratefulness” for the role the king played in anchoring Spain’s return to democracy after decades of dictatorship under Franco.

A spokesman for the royal household said it was well aware of the fall in popularity of the monarchy and the king himself, but also said the monarchy remained more popular than many other institutions in the country. The spokesman underlined efforts to make the royal household more transparent, including greater disclosure about its financial assets, which would be required under a broader law that Mr. Rajoy’s government is pushing through Parliament.

But Ms. Enríquez, the former television correspondent, said that in today’s Spain, the family may have had little choice: “The royal household itself has come to understand that it could not stay out of such a transparency law without provoking a genuine public clamor.”

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PLEASE don’t ask me this anymore.

It’s such a silly question. Of course Hillary is running. I’ve never met a man who was told he could be president who didn’t want to be president. So naturally, a woman who’s told she can be the first commandress in chief wants to be.

“Running for president is like sex,” James Carville told me. “No one ever did it once and forgot about it.”

Joe Biden wants the job. He’s human (very). But he’s a realist. He knows the Democratic Party has a messianic urge to finish what it started so spectacularly with the election of Barack Obama — busting up the world’s most exclusive white-bread old-boys’ club. And he knows that women, both Democratic and Republican, want to see one of their own in the White House and became even more militant while listening to the G.O.P.’s retrogressive talk about contraception and vaginal probes last year.

Also, Joe genuinely likes Hillary. These two have no appetite for tearing each other apart.

As long as there are no more health scares — the thick glasses are gone — Hillary’s age won’t stop her. The Clinton scandals and dysfunction are in the rearview mirror at the moment, and the sluggish economy casts a halcyon glow on the Clinton era. Hillary is a symbol and a survivor, running on sainthood. Ronald Reagan, elected at 69, was seen as an “ancient king” gliding through life, as an aide put it. Hillary, who would be elected at 69, would be seen as an ancient queen striding through life.

She was supposed to go off to a spa, rest and get back in shape after her grueling laps around the world. But instead she’s a tornado of activity, speaking at global women’s conferences in D.C. and New York; starting to buck-rake on the speaking circuit; putting out a video flipping her position to support gay marriage; and signing a lucrative deal for a memoir on world affairs — all as PACs spring up around her, Bill Clinton and Carville begin to foment, and Chelsea lands on the cover of this week’s Parade, talking about how “unapologetically and unabashedly” biased she is about her mother’s future.

“I can’t see her taking it easy and sitting on the couch eating a bowl of popcorn,” said Randall Johnston, a 25-year-old New York University Law School student who helped pass out “Ready for Hillary” signs on Friday outside Lincoln Center, while her icon was inside enthralling the crowd at Tina Brown’s “Women in the World” conference.

Hillary jokes that people regard her hair as totemic, and just so, her new haircut sends a signal of shimmering intention: she has ditched the skinned-back bun that gave her the air of a K.G.B. villainess in a Bond movie and has a sleek new layered cut that looks modern and glamorous.

In a hot pink jacket and black slacks, she leaned in for a 2016 manifesto, telling the blissed-out crowd of women that America cannot truly lead in the world until women here at home are full partners with equal pay and benefits, careers in math and science, and “no limit” on how big girls can dream.

“This truly is the unfinished business of the 21st century,” she said. But everyone knew the truly “unfinished business” Hillary was referring to: herself.

“She’s gone to hell and back trying to be president,” Carville said. “She’s paid her dues, to say the least. The old cliché is that Democrats fall in love and Republicans fall in line. But now Republicans want a lot of people to run and they want to fall in love. And Democrats don’t want to fight; they just want to get behind Hillary and go on from there.”

The real question is not whether but whither. Does Hillary have learning software? Did she learn, from her debacle with health care, to be more transparent and less my-way-or-the-highway? Did she learn, after voting to support W.’s nonsensical invasion of Iraq without even reading the intelligence estimate, that she doesn’t need to overcompensate to show she’s tough? (No one, even Fox News, thinks she’s a Wellesley hippie anymore.)

Did she learn, from her viper’s nest and money pit of a campaign in 2008, how to manage an enterprise rather than be swamped by rampant dysfunction? Did she learn, when she wrapped herself in an off-putting and opaque mantle of entitlement in the primary, that she’s perfectly capable of charming reporters and voters if she wants to, without the obnoxious undertone of “I’m owed this”?

Even top Democrats who plan to support Hillary worry about her two sides. One side is the idealistic public servant who wants to make the world a better place. The other side is darker, stemming from old insecurities; this is the side that causes her to make decisions from a place of fear and to second-guess herself. It dulls her sense of ethics and leads to ends-justify-the-means wayward ways. This is the side that compels her to do anything to win, like hiring the scummy strategists Dick Morris and Mark Penn, and greedily grab for what she feels she deserves.

If Obama is the kid who studies only on the night before and gets an A, Hillary is the kid who studies all the time, stays up all night and does extra credit work to get the A. She doesn’t know how not to drive herself into the ground.

As Carl Bernstein wrote in his Hillary biography, “A Woman in Charge,” her insecurities grew from her herculean effort to win paternal praise: “When Hillary came home with all A’s except for one B on her report card, her father suggested that perhaps her school was too easy, and wondered half-seriously why she hadn’t gotten straight A’s. Hillary tried mightily to extract some unequivocal declaration of approval from her father, but he had tremendous difficulty in expressing pride or affection.”

Hillary was an indefatigable secretary of state — she logged 956,733 diplomatic frequent-flier miles — and a star ambassador, especially on women’s issues. But many experts feel, as John Cassidy wrote in The New Yorker, that, compared with the work of more geopolitical secretaries, her “signature achievements look like small beer.”

Still, the job allowed her to get out of her husband’s codependent shadow and develop a more authentic aura of inevitability. President Obama allowed his former rival to take Hillaryland into the State Department and then build it out, burnishing her own feminist brand around the world.

The idea of Hillary is winning, a grand historical gender bender: first lady upgrading to president. But is the reality winning? The Clintons have a rare talent for finding puddles to step in. Out of public life, can she adapt and make the leaps needed, in a world changing at a dizzying tempo, to keep herself on top?

Her challenge is to get into the future and stay there, adding fresh people and perspectives and leaving the Clinton mishegoss and cheesiness in the past.

The real question about Hillary is this: When people take a new look at her in the coming years, will they see the past or the future — Mrs. Clinton or Madam President?

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