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Beginning in the spring of 1972, Paul “Number One” Jones began a two-year run as a main-eventer for Championship Wrestling From Florida. Initially headlining as an arrogant heel who’d hold numerous championships and engage in a year-long feud with future NWA World Champion Jack Brisco, then as the state’s top babyface, having brutal feuds with Buddy Colt and Dusty Rhodes. In this candid interview conducted via telephone on November 12, 2003, Paul Jones (Al Frederick) talks about his remarkable career in Florida, discussing the infamous angle in which he flung the Florida belt off the Gandy Bridge and into the churning waters of Tampa Bay, to his return six years later as the masked Mr. Florida.

How’d you wind up in CWF in April of 1972?
Jack and Jerry Brisco, I call him Gerald, they kept wanting me to come down to Florida. I knew both of them from when we were all in the Carolinas together. Eddie Graham was the owner, and they had Jack Brisco, who was the top babyface, Hiro Matsuda, Malenko, and some other guys. I didn’t know if I wanted to leave North Carolina, but finally they kind of talked me into it. Jack called me and said “Listen Paul, I got a hell of a deal for you if you come on down to Florida and work heel.” Well, I’d never wrestled heel before in my life, but Jack says “Eddie wants you to come on down here this weekend and Gerald and I will pick you up and we’ll go over to his place because he wants to talk to you.” Now, I’d had a busy week and I got in from the road really late Saturday night. I think I was three hundred miles away. So, I caught a plane early the next morning and they picked me up and I was wearing a suit with a tie. It was hot, even that early in the morning. We went over to Eddie’s house and on the way there Jack and Gerald said to me “C’mon, Paul, Jesus Christ! I can’t believe you fell for that story” (laughs). It sounded they were pulling a hell of a rib on me, you know (laughs). I said, “You son-of-a-bitches pulling this crap. Fuck you!” That was one thing we did all the time-pull ribs on each other. The clincher came when we walked into the big home of Eddie Graham. I walk over to Eddie, with Jack and Gerald behind me, and shook Eddie’s hand. It was the first time I ever met him and I introduced myself. He looked at me and said, “what are you doing in Florida, Jones?” (laughs). I turned around and Jack and Gerald were laughing their asses off, then turn back around and Eddie was laughing his ass off too! I felt like a real big idiot then! (laughs). That’s a classic rib that we’d pull on each other, and there were so many. But, it worked out real well because I was nervous about coming down anyway and having Eddie talk me into making a move as the top heel in the state. I always feel that everything you do in life, it’s just a mindset. Buddy Colt told me once, “The only difference between a babyface and a heel is the babyface moves forward and the heel backwards.” (laughs) I always remembered that and he told me that many years ago.

Do you remember your first match in CWF?
I made my deal with Eddie and then went down to Tampa and did a couple of TVs before I moved down there. Eddie told me that he was going to push me as the top heel and wrestle Brisco. That was the deal we had made, so I flew down there to do the TV at 106 N. Albany. Eddie wasn’t around, but the booker at the time, Louie Tillet, was there running things. Tillet comes over to me and tells me that I’m going to work Greg Peterson, and that it’s going to be a fifteen minute time limit and we’re gonna draw! Man, I was a mad son-of-a-gun! I liked Greg and everything, but this was crazy. My first time on Florida TV and I went a draw with Greg Peterson and everybody in the entire territory had beat him on TV right in the middle of the ring. So, anyway, I did it, and then went right away to Eddie. I said, “Eddie, I’m glad I didn’t move all my shit down here because this is bullshit! This is not what you promised me, this is not what you said. Eddie says, “What are you talking about?” I told him about the fifteen-minute draw with Peterson and he said he’d take care of that, which he did. Fuck that Louie Tillet, man! It wasn’t too long after that I wrestled Jack Brisco on TV for the title. Here’s what a great friend he is, I mean he was the biggest star in Florida at the time and I won the belt from him on TV with the karate thrust. That was what made me. When Jack put me over on TV.

Whose idea was it for you to use the karate thrust as a finisher?
Mine. I came up with that. I’d had some karate training when I was younger, but I’d fought in the Golden Gloves for seven years before I even got interested in wrestling. I won Texas Heavyweight Champion one year, the same year that Danny Hodge won the championship for Oklahoma. I was going through hard times and everything and couldn’t afford to go to Chicago for the Golden Gloves tournament because I had a job. I wanted to turn pro, but it was too much pressure. After working all day, I just didn’t have the energy to train at night. I tried it, tried it, and tried it, but it just wasn’t working out. My trainer, we were very good friends, he says “Listen, Al, you can count on your hand how many professional boxers are making money.” I thought about that and there wasn’t about three of them making any money, most were just scraping by making a living. Well, Rick, who was my trainer, was right and I started getting interested in wrestling. From then on it was basically history. I was working in a TV station in Port Arthur, Texas and when I started, I was running the camera. We shot live TV every Saturday and had to set up the ring by 5 o’clock, and then the wrestlers would come in. The announcer was Paul Boesch, and I remember the dressing room was very, very small. So, I got to meet some of the guys and some of the guys in the office, like Morris Sigel, and I became friends with his nephew, Sid Balkin. It wasn’t too long after that that I got into wrestling myself.

Do you remember the angle with you, Jack and the TV title?
(laughs) Yeah, I renamed the TV title the “Paul Jones Television Title,” had the trophy inscribed with my name, and then retired it (laughs). Jack got angry and then destroyed the trophy on TV. A good friend of ours, Gordon Solie, got over everything on TV. He had a way to get everything over and was terrific at it. That was a big trophy and I remember the photos that appeared in the programs of me holding it.

I remember that photo as well. You’re holding the trophy and wearing a red jacket with a polka dot shirt underneath.
Yeah, yeah, that’s right! Back then, that coat was an expensive polyester jacket (laughs). I remember that shirt, too. I bought it in Vegas for a hundred dollars, and that was a lot of money back then. Hell, back in those days I was kind of a good-looking guy! I’ll tell you a story. Last April, I was out in Vegas at the reunion and Buddy Colt and his wife were out at a club and they ran into this girl I used to date in Ft. Lauderdale, Donna was her name. She was there with her boyfriend and the conversation turned to me, and how we used to date, and she said, “Everybody wanted to fuck him!” (laughs).

The Florida wrestling program ran a contest within a couple of months of your arrival declaring you one of Florida’s most eligible bachelors.
(Laughs) Jerry Prater came up with this, what a hell of a guy he is. I guess he’s still living down there somewhere. I spent a lot of time with him and his wife, and his two daughters. He was the one who came up with this arrogant stuff and put it in the programs and everything. He also sold pictures of me, and on the picture it said something like “It’s difficult to be number one,” or something like that.

“When you’re number one, it’s difficult to be humble.”
(laughs) That’s right, exactly, exactly! They sold at these at all the arenas for a buck, or you could write in to Jerry and get one. They ran a contest where ladies would write a letter why I was “number one” and then I would decide which letter was best and send the winner an autographed photo. (laughs) What an arrogant prick I was! You know, even if I had thought that, I was too humble to come up with something like that.

One of the greatest angles ever in CWF, or any territory, was you throwing the Florida belt off the Gandy Bridge in Tampa.
I was getting a lot of pressure from the wrestling office because they didn’t like certain things that I was doing. I was the Florida champion, and defending the belt all over the state. There was a change in the office, and there was an officer that came in to control Championship Wrestling From Florida, mainly this guy was brought in to control me, I found out later.

This officer was another wrestler? It was Buddy Fuller. He was kind of a referee behind the scenes and was controlling with an iron fist what was happening on CWF. He and I butted heads right off the bat and I knew we weren’t going to get along. He was on TV with Gordon one week and I must’ve done something that he didn’t like. So, I come down to Gordon after my match to be interviewed and Fuller stood up and dictated to me that I was going to do this, that, and whatnot. He was very off base, because I was doing my thing, whether they liked it or not. He didn’t realize that he wasn’t going to dictate to me exactly what I could do or when I could do it. So, to save face he got right back in my face and said to me “Listen, if you don’t do what I want or go by our rules, I’m going to personally take that belt away from you.” Well, that made me mad and I told him he wasn’t going to tell me what to do. I told him, “You put pressure on me, and I’ll take this Florida heavyweight belt and go back home to Texas and all of you all can go to hell.” So, we argued some more and I got hotheaded and I said, “I can do anything I want with this belt. Tomorrow, at 5 o’clock, I’m going to drive to the top of the Gandy Bridge and throw this belt into Tampa Bay!” Now, we taped on a Tuesday or a Wednesday, but the TV aired on Saturday, so tomorrow really meant on Sunday. So, Fuller started chuckling, saying “No, you’re not, No, you’re not.” Well, I told him to watch me because I was going to do it, and everybody watching TV believed I would. I got it over real good.

That was one thing about this particular angle. Everyone thought you would do it.
Yeah, I had a friend over my apartment and we were watching a couple of football games and he was going to drive my car so I could get out to the middle of the bridge. Buddy Fuller wanted me to go to jail over this, which would’ve gotten over even bigger, and I was prepared for that, I wore clean underwear and everything (laughs). I’m getting comical now, but I was prepared to go to jail if I had to, that’s why I had my friend drive my car. Around four-thirty, quarter of five, I grabbed the belt and we drove over there and headed towards the bridge. Now, way before you even got to the bridge, there were people gathered on both sides and hollering and screaming. It looked like a parade. I couldn’t believe it! Then, the closer we got to the bridge, I counted Five TV trucks and I had no idea they’d be there. I figured the one station would be there, channel forty-four, that’s the one we aired our tape on. I just couldn’t believe overnight how the word had spread and how much heat I had on me with people and fans. I didn’t think I was all that popular at the time. So, we kept driving towards the bridge, and I look behind me and all those people that had gathered on either side of the bridge started running behind my car. I told my friend to slow down, because if all those people got behind us, then the cops would have a hard time getting to the car to arrest me. They followed me all the way to the bridge, it was a big crowd, thousands of people, and I get to the top of the bridge and look down and there’s a whole bunch of boats just waiting to catch the belt. Big boats, little boats, you name it, they were all under the bridge. People were hollering “Jack Brisco’s going to kill you! Wait’ll Brisco gets his hands on you!” So, I take a couple or three practice swings with the belt and I could see the fans getting madder and getting madder. By the third or fourth swing, I throw it off the bridge. I threw the belt high in the air and the people just couldn’t believe that I did it. I get back in the car and we drive down the end of the bridge to the St. Petersburg side. We knew the cops couldn’t get to us from the Tampa side and there must have been five cop cars hauling ass from St. Pete up the other side of the bridge! Well, we passed them and got down to the end of the bridge and made a U-turn and came back to my apartment and finished watching the game (laughs).

 
The belt throwing off the bridge became legendary with fans in Florida.
I’ll tell you how so, in fact! A few years later, Ricky Steamboat came into the Carolinas and we won the world tag belts and he was so excited that he called his dad down there in St. Pete. He told his dad who his partner was, and his dad got scared. He told Ricky, “You gotta watch that Paul Jones, he’s the one that threw that belt of the bridge in Tampa.” Ricky got a big kick out of it because his dad was so sincere. I met his dad a couple of years later and he was glad to meet me and I was glad to meet him. But there was still that look of doubt in his eye. I still wasn’t a good guy (laughs). People still remember this. Throughout my career, I always said the most important things were the interviews and the way you got over. No matter how good your wrestling was, people needed to think that you were sincere when you did an interview. It was important for people to believe that you believed what you’ve said. If I believed what I saying and got the point over to the people, then I was successful. I had color. I’ll tell you a story. When I came into the territory, they weren’t drawing in West Palm Beach at all. The house was half-empty, maybe more than that. But I had color and drew money and started selling out West Palm Beach. I had one or two sellouts with Tim Woods, but it wasn’t Tim, it was me. That’s how over as a heel I was. Everyone wanted to see me get my ass-kicked! I sold out with Brisco and Johnny Walker. I’ll tell you how easy it was, I even sold out West Palm Beach with Ron Fuller! It was a hot town for me.

You were the hottest thing in the state at one point, wrestling and defeating NWA Champ Dory Funk, Jr. in a non-title match.
Yep, yep, but I want to say one thing. You can put this in capital print. The greatest world champion I ever wrestled was Jack Brisco. Hands down. I wrestled the man in Florida, Georgia and the Carolinas and wrestled him for a year straight in Florida. I wrestled all the world champions starting with Lou Thesz, and Jack was the best. I think anybody else who wrestled him would say the same thing. The matches against Jack were so good and they kept people’s interest. He didn’t have the same match night after night like some other guys. He was always fresh and gave it his all, every night. He’s a good guy, and a hell of a friend. The only thing I tell him to his face all of the time is that he’s a cheap son-of-a-bitch! (laughs) He’s never picked up a damn bar tab, once! (laughs)

Do you remember your teaming with Dick Slater and making him an “honorary Texan”?
(laughs) Yes, you remember that? I forgot about that. He was only in the business for a month or two. He and Mike Graham, Mike McCord, and Steve Keirn all knew each other from school and started together. Out of all of them, I thought Dick Slater had it from the start. I mean, this guy was a natural. He caught on so quick, so I pushed for him and made him my protégé. It got heat on me and everything to dictate to him and chew his ass out on TV (laughs). I made him my partner and the guy just took off. He became a great worker. I don’t know what happened to him, but after I left Florida he started imitating everything Terry Funk did. I called him up one time, and said, “Dick,” I says, “Shit, be yourself. You were great when we were together. Screw Terry Funk. That’s Terry Funk, that’s not you. When you do it, it makes you look like a comedian.” He never bought what I was saying and if he was still wrestling today he’d be having a Terry Funk match. Another reason I took in interest in Dick was his wife at the time, Sandy, was the sister of my wife. As far as I’m concerned he’s still my brother-in-law. We used to ride together and he would get a case of Boone’s Farm wine. Yeah, he’d get twelve bottles and by the time we got back from Miami to Tampa he would drink all of them. My god, can you imagine the hangover he had the next morning with all that Boone’s Farm? It’s almost as cheap as that Thunderbird (laughs).

You worked with Big Bad John, who you claimed had cost you the Florida title.
Let me tell you about Big Bad John. I was getting ready to have a match on TV. I’m in the ring and my opponent is on the opposite side when Big Bad John, who had just come in the territory, came in the ring and to do an interview. He was a heel and doing a heel interview, he was talking about what he was going to do, and this and that, and he looked over at me. He thought I was a babyface! He continues his interview, threatening everybody, and he looked over at me and pointed his finger and said, “That goes for you too, boy!” Well, when he did that everybody cheered (laughs). That’s what made him a babyface in Florida. He was supposed to be a heel! He was a very personal guy. I never palled around or talked to him very much because he wasn’t my cup of tea. You could tell that he was into drugs, and I’ve never done drugs in my life. The guys that did drugs always hung together, they’d ride together, and they’d do everything together. Guys who would ride with me, or me with them, I knew that they weren’t doing drugs. The only habit I had was drinking beer (laughs).

I know that you were great friends with Andre The Giant.
What a good friend he was. We were such good friends and everything that whenever he came into the Carolinas he wouldn’t go anywhere unless I rode with him. He had Frenchy, his driver, and the van. We’d drink a few beers on the way to the matches (laughs). This guy was unreal! He used to call me “boss.” What a great guy he was. You know, he built a big home out herein Ellerbee, which is about seventy miles away from Charlotte, and I used to go out to his home and visit with him. But, when he was in this area, we’d drive together every day. He was hooked on fast food, you know, McDonald’s, Wendy’s, and used to really put that stuff away. When we’d go home at night, he’d drink a case of beer (laughs).

Doesn’t Frenchy still take care of Andre’s property?
I don’t know if they sold it or not, but I think they might have. When I was out there, it was a pretty good spread with a big, old house. The house was built for him. His bathtub looked like a sauna bathtub it was so big. He had a bunch of Texas Longhorn Cattle out there and Frenchy and his wife were raising them for him and taking care of everything. He told me one time, “Boss, Doctors tell me that I’m not going to live to be an old man, so I might as well drink my beer and have a good time. The illness he had was a growth illness and he kept growing and everything. Let me tell you an Andre story. One night we got back to Charlotte after being on the road and we stopped at a bar. This good-looking girl came up to me. I didn’t brush her off and I talked with her for a little bit. I said “I’m married now and I’m going home to my wife and everything, but I can fix you up with Andre.” So, she says, “Yeah? Oh, okay, okay.” Now, she was driving and I was driving, so he was going to go with her and she was going to take him down to the hotel in Charlotte and stay with him. So, we walked outside to go to her car and she had a little Volkswagen Bug, the smallest Volkswagen they made. It took about five minutes, but I finally got him inside that Bug (laughs). He was pretty horny and he tried like hell to get in there (laughs).

You took a month off in February of 1973 after a heel vs. heel feud with Buddy Colt, and then in one of your first matches back you won the Southern title from Mr. Kleen.
Oh God, what a nightmare. We were talking about color and charisma and everything, what a nightmare he was. He was in his fifties and shaved his body and his hair. I was scared to do anything to him he was so old. He was so terrible that I’d rather drink castor oil then work with somebody like that.

You and Buddy Colt resumed your feud, but you turned babyface after several weeks of wrestling each other.
Yeah. You see, the first year I was down there, I wrestled heel against Jack Brisco and we had that great program. But, when they put the world belt on Brisco, he was going to be gone, so that’s when they changed me over to babyface. I had so much heat on me. Let me give you a wrestling education, Barry. If you have a heel, like I was, and you want to switch me to babyface, the only reason it got over was because I was so hot as a heel. I was on the top of chain as a heel, and when they switched me I was automatically over. That’s why the second year, before I left, I drew money with everybody I worked against. If you switch from one side to the other, you have to be over. The reason I’m saying this is I watched that WCW and saw Lex Luger. When Crockett sold out to Turner, they tried and tried to get Luger over to draw money. So, they said okay, well shit, we’ll switch him over to heel, but it was the same. He never drew any money anywhere, as long as he wrestled. Thank God he was under contract, because he would have been out of a job. He had one of the worst attitudes in the business. I know he’s in some trouble now and has to answer questions about Miss Elizabeth’s death. I remember Miss Elizabeth from when she was about seventeen or eighteen years old. I was in Atlanta and she was living right there with Randy Savage and she was just a kid. That was way before she was Miss Elizabeth.

After you turned baby, you had some classic matches against Johnny Valentine and The Great Mephisto.
Yeah. The Great Mephisto was a super guy, a real sweetheart. I have nothing but great memories of him. I guess he’s still living. Johnny Valentine, who is gone, God bless his soul, I had so many matches with him in the Carolinas and Florida. They were great matches. He used to beat the hell out of me, and I used to beat the hell out of him. Our matches were fantastic, long matches, hour-long matches! His matches were never shorter than forty-five minutes. He’d get me in a hold, and I’d fight it and try to get out for fifteen minutes. The people were always right there and bought every second of it. I’ll tell you, one day his son came up to me, Greg, and says “Paul, my dad told me that out of his career he enjoyed working with you more than any other wrestler.” Can you imagine that? What a compliment! Coming from him, it almost brought tears to my eyes. But that’s the type of guy he was. With Johnny, whatever you got, you had to fight for it. I got the message real quick, and he never once complained if I hit him hard, because he hit me as hard as he could.

You teamed with Lou Thesz on Miami Beach to wrestle Johnny Valentine and Buddy Colt, with Jersey Joe Walcott as the special referee.
I’ll never forget that night. Lou had come out of retirement to be my partner for this match at the Convention Center. It was August 1, 1973, and I think we sold the building out. Walcott was a hell of a guy, and I met him again years later in Baltimore when the NWA ran shows up there. The wrestling promoter in Miami was Chris Dundee, and his brother was Angelo Dundee, the guy that managed Muhammad Ali. I knew a little about Muhammad, and he was a good friend of Lou’s. Well, Ali was there that night and came down to the ring and climbed up on the apron and shook our hands. Valentine then walked to the middle of the ring and started swinging his arms wildly, motioning for Muhammad to come in the ring with him. He wanted a piece of him. The people were screaming, I mean going crazy, and the only thing Ali could do was to try and get in the ring. So he took off his shirt and the fans started screaming even louder, and then tried to come in. Well, Thesz and I held Muhammad back, and Johnny’s in the ring screaming “let him go, let him go.” I wonder what would have happened if we did let Muhammad go (laughs). That was a big night on the Beach. I still have a photograph from that match.

Do you remember Pedro Godoy from your time in CWF?
Oh yeah. What made him so tough was his attitude. He was married to Pat Godoy. She still lives here in Charlotte. They got divorced, and he retired and moved to Miami Beach and became a lifeguard at one of the big hotels down there. He ended up dying there on the beach, I think it was a heart attack. What a character he was!

You finished up your two-year run in CWF in March of 1974.
Was it March? Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ll tell you what happened. Jim Barnett came in and was taking over, and then that asshole, gutless son-of-a-bitch Bill Watts was there as the booker. He was a babyface and he hated me being the top babyface at the time. So, the only thing he could do as the booker to hurt me was to take away my finishing hold. He came to me and says, “I want you to stop using that Indian Death Lock.” I asked him why, and he said he just didn’t like it. What he was doing was trying to take the heat off me so he could be the top babyface. I knew that I had to get out of Florida then. That same time, George Scott left Texas and went back into North Carolina for Crockett as the booker, and he was calling me to come in. I’d just had my son then. He was two weeks old. So, I gave the assholes in Florida my notice and I left and flew down to North Carolina to work for George. After I found a place to live, I flew down Linda, my wife, and our son. I bought a home eventually, and spent the rest of my life in Charlotte, other than traveling, like when I went back to Florida in the eighties for a short time.

Exactly six years later in March of 1980 you came back under the hood as Mr. Florida. Was that your decision to wear the mask?
No, that was their decision. And here’s the clincher. That fat, no good talentless, prick Dusty Rhodes was the booker. He had a big guarantee to go to Japan, and the reason they brought me down to Florida was to work on top while he was out of the country. Everything was great. I was working on top, we were drawing money and doing good. After a month, Dusty came back and we were in the office one day and Eddie says to Dusty “I’m going over figures here and the month that you were gone, we did great business. I’m comparing it to the same month last year when you were here and we did better business this year!” Well, God, Dusty turned red and I knew then that I was doomed.

So it was Dusty’s idea to put the mask on you? How did you feel about that?
I knew I wasn’t going to be there too long, so I didn’t mind. I was always pretty agreeable and I could draw money standing on my head, with my attitude and personality and the way I worked.

One of the great angles in CWF history was the lit cigar angle with yourself, The Super Destroyer and Sir Oliver Humperdink. I’ve seen the tape numerous times and the cigar was lit and stuck in your eye. How did you guys do this?
Yeah, we had to be careful about how we pulled that off. I had closed my eye, and when it was rubbed through the eyehole of my mask, I’d closed my eye completely. The cigar was smashed some. I sold this angle for a couple of weeks and then The Super Destroyer and I wrestled on top for a couple of months all over the state and did great business and drew good money. I even wore an eye patch for a month or so. I left after a few months because everything that I had cared about in Florida was gone by this time. Jack wasn’t really around anymore. Eddie Graham was putting Mike Graham in matches above me and giving him main-event money also, so that hurt too. It was my time to go.

Paul, you left a tremendous impression on myself and thousands of other wrestling fans throughout the state of Florida from your two-year run here in 1972. How do you reflect back on your days in the Sunshine State?
I’ll tell you, I made a lot of good friends from my days in Florida. Lifelong friends, guys like Jack Brisco and Buddy Colt, who I still talk to all the time. The greatest memory I have of Florida was that was where I met my wife and got married. Then, two weeks before I left Florida, we had a son, Paul Eric. He was born in Tampa, at St. Joseph’s Hospital, and he’s the love of my life. He’s just a wonderful son. When you have kids, you raise them the best you can and before you realize it, they grow up and start raising you (laughs). You’ll find this out when your son gets older. You feel the love and they start taking care of you. My son and I did everything together, and I’m just so proud of him. He started playing tennis when he was five, playing in tournaments and everything. When he was twelve or fourteen, he was ranked eighty-third in the nation. He and his mother, I’m divorced now, but I still think the world of my ex-wife, used to travel all across the country to go to tournaments. He was a hell of a tennis player! But, his lifelong dream, since he was five or six, was to become a commercial pilot. He had that dream all through high school, and when he graduated he went to Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University n Daytona. He graduated after four years with his Bachelors degree and then went to work for Delta Airlines, which is where he’s been the last five years. He loves it and he’s doing great and I’m real proud of him. My son wants me to move back to Florida, and I think I’m going to do it. I have lots of friends there, and it’d be nice to be able to see them more often. I love Florida. Where else can you spend twelve months out of the year in shorts and shower shoes? (laughs).

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