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Thanksgiving had always been the most special of holidays for all of the Reagans', particularly Henry who wasn't overly excited spending 2011's Turkey Day hospitalized with a minor heart attack however, he had vastly improved over the past two years and the Reagan clan was primed and ready to celebrate Thanksgiving Day 2013 in style.
The day began ordinarily enough as one of the Reagan siblings and his sons arrived at the house on Harbor View Terrace in the tony section of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, the same house where Frank and Mary Reagan nurtured and raised their four upstanding Irish Catholic children.
Frank Reagan sauntered into the kitchen just as Danny and his brood blew through the side door entrance like a whirlwind. "Morning Dad, Pops," said Danny dodging his sons Jack and Sean who pushed past him, overly excited to be spending Thanksgiving Day with their dad, grandfather, great grandfather, cousin and favorite uncle who were all going with them to the famous Macy's parade.
"HEY" Danny yelled to his boys. "Slow it down, this isn't Grand Central".
"Gotta love Thanksgiving Day" opined Henry. "The greatest parade in the world except of course for St. Patrick's Day."
"Yeah Gramps, that's a great way to portray the Irish in America". Countered Danny. "We march up Fifth Avenue at 10 a.m. waiving our flags and singing our songs only to stagger back down Third 12 hours later." "That's really something to proudly parade."
Henry glared at Danny who simply shrugged his shoulders.
Frank looked over at his father: "Can't argue the facts Pop."
"We're a proud and celebratory lot" replied Henry.
"Who will never turn down an excuse for a beer or a whisky" responded a voice from behind.
"Morning Kid" said Danny to his baby brother. "Nice bed hair, reminds me of Alfalfa from the Our Gang shorts."
"Shut up Danny" replied Jamie with a grin. "At least I have enough that I can be accused of having a bad hair day".
"Smart ass punk"
In walked Erin and Nicky who stood listening to the verbal sparring between the two brothers.
Frank just shook his head. "It's like they're 6 and 16 again only now they carry guns and shields."
"And a fancy law degree from HAHVAHD" quipped Danny.
Jamie looked at his oldest brother and gently shook his head: "You know Danny, if anyone in this family should be overjoyed and grateful that I have a law degree it's you." "In fact, at the rate you're accumulating civilian and departmental complaints I'll have to eventually get licensed to practice in New York if for no other reason than to defend your sorry butt at trial since Erin won't be able to."
Yeah golden boy? And why wouldn't Erin defend me?
"Because I'll be the one prosecuting you" announced Erin as she walked into the room. "And if I can swing it with the DA, I'll have Jamie appointed as my second chair" she grinned at her older brother, then looking at her youngest brother while tilting her head slightly to the left and nodding "So either way Jamie, you better plan on taking the Bar Exam sooner rather than later."
Danny's jaw dropped and for once he was speechless.
Frank just stood there, the only sign of mirth coming from his mustache and eyebrows which were both wiggling, a language of their own.
Henry let out a laugh "OK that's enough. Everyone get ready, the Bat Mobile is here to take us to the parade."
The Bat Mobile was the Reagan family euphemism for the black NYPD SUV which chauffeured the Commissioner to and from his home, office and other locations requiring his presence. As the Commissioner of the NYPD he was obligated to be present at, and a part of every major parade which took place on the streets of New York City.
Erin would remain at the house. Linda would join her shortly and together they would begin preparing the Thanksgiving Day meal which without Henry's help would go much more smoothly.
The Reagans enjoyed a flawlessly executed and otherwise uneventful Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade from the VIP stands overlooking the west side of Central Park. This year was special as Danny and Jamie were attending as civilians and the sons of the Commissioner. Usually they attended in full uniform or in plain clothes and patrolled the parade route providing protection and deterrence so that others could enjoy the festivities.
Returning home, Danny grabbed three beers, giving one each to Frank and Jamie before flopping down on the couch in front of the television. The first of three Thanksgiving Day football games would start at 1 p.m. and Danny wasn't about to miss the revitalized Detroit Lions taking on the Green Bay Packers.
Jamie plopped down next to him joined by Frank in his easy chair.
"Ah, Thanksgiving Day. Nothing but food, beer and football." Sighed Danny.
Jamie turned a sideways glance at his brother: "When it comes to food, every day is Thanksgiving for you." This earned him a headlock, noogies and tickles from Danny.
Frank looked over and felt a warm glow at the bond growing between his oldest and youngest and again, felt a lonely ache for the missing middle son.
Three hours later, the Lions had notched another win in the NFC North and the 4:30 p.m. game between the Dallas Cowboys and Oakland Raiders was in the warm up phase.
Erin looked into the room at her brothers. "OK you two lazy bums, get up. Jamie, start on the salad and Danny, you and the boys can set the table."
"Yes Ma'am" they both responded and turned off the T.V. They both grinned at their only sister amazed at how much she looked and sounded like their late mother, except that she had Frank's brown eyes. Erin, eight years Jamie's senior, had been more of a mother than a sister to him and he treated her with the same respect he had Mary.
While Danny, who was two years older than Erin, had been the protector of the siblings and would beat the snot out of anyone who ever hurt his sister, he still engaged in a fierce sibling rivalry with her. Jamie on the other hand looked up to Danny for his strength and street smarts, but he looked up to Erin for her compassion and knowledge. Danny was his hero but Erin was his conscience.
Erin studied her brothers noticing how different yet alike they were. Danny was more rugged and physical where Jamie was more refined and cerebral. Together, they made a vaunted team.
When Joe died, she was worried that the bridge between Danny and Jamie had been irrevocably lost but as the past four and a half years had shown her, they were growing closer and she couldn't help but smile at some of the things that came out of Jamie's mouth lately that sounded incredibly less like Joe, whom Jamie was more like, but in tune with what Danny would say. Erin shuddered at the thought of Jamie becoming another Danny.
Holidays always brought out the introspective side of Jamie and Erin. Danny probably dealt with things in his own way but he had a complete family with Linda, Jack and Sean. Erin's family had disintegrated and while she loved Nicky with all her heart, she still missed having that special someone in her life, in her arms and in her bed. A colleague of hers wanted to fix her up with a former ADA who was now a named partner in a white shoe Manhattan law firm, but when she asked around she was told that Harvey Specter was a playboy who was married to his career so that one was off the table. She met a real charmer over at 26 Federal Plaza and thought he may be someone to hook up with but later found out the details about Neal Caffrey so that one was squelched.
There were nights when she would have a girls' night out with other single ADA's such as Alex Cabot and Casey Novak but they all wound up having the same issues with men in New York City. Alex once coined it as "Bodies by Fisher, brains by Mattel."
As to Jamie, he had been jilted by his former fiance and had yet to trust anyone enough to get close to him. Of the four siblings, he put up the highest and strongest walls and played his cards closest to the chest unlike Danny and Erin who let everything hang out.
Erin had tried fixing him up with Casey knowing how Jamie liked red heads, but he politely refused claiming that he would find someone on his own. Casey had once quipped to Erin one night while out drinking that she thought Jamie was a hunk and wasn't sure if she wanted to sit him in her lap or put him across it. She'd just flip a coin and start at the end that won. Heads and it would be dueling tongues, tails her paddle would be dancing on his cheeks. Alex and Erin both spit up their drinks being utterly shocked at such a casual and erotic admission. Some day when she was really hammered she would have the courage to tell Jamie that story.
The entire family thought maybe there was some type of chemistry between Jamie and Frank's personal assistant, Detective Abigail Baker but Jamie would not tip his hand in either direction to that question.
Erin often recalled memories of her grandmother Betty, her mother Mary and her happy go lucky brother Joe, but Thanksgiving and Christmas brought them more into focus and it made her more grateful for the ones who were still here. She turned away as tears began coming to her eyes. Jamie immediately sensed this and went over to her where she buried her face into his shoulder. Danny brought up the rear and they all formed a group hug. Words were not needed. They were all missing the same loved ones, especially their late brother.
Growing up, the four siblings always went to each other with their problems and not to their parents as most children do. Mary was concerned but Frank fomented this was a good thing because it would make for stronger bonds and trust later in life when they would need each other more as their parents aged and died. Frank looked at his three remaining children and gave a brief nod of satisfaction while feeling a deep pang of love, and loss.
With sniffles complete and hugs and kisses and vows of love completed, Erin ordered her brothers to begin taking the food into the dining room.
The table, having been beautifully set earlier that afternoon now contained the culinary bounty accrued from the good works and efforts of the Reagan family.
Everyone joined hands as they bowed their head and jointly said Grace.
As was traditional, they each accounted what they were most grateful for in their lives at the conclusion of which, Henry had joking quipped "My cholesterol free mashed potatoes" and started to reach for the platter in front of him.
Erin jumped up. "Gramps, don't touch those, they aren't for you." Yours are warming in the oven I forgot to bring them out. Be right back."
Erin went into the kitchen and took the fat free spuds out of the oven, added a small amount of milk to slightly re-hydrate, stirred them and gave them two minutes in the microwave to reheat. She removed the casserole sized dish from the microwave, inserted a serving spoon and began heading towards the dining room when she heard the kitchen door open behind her.
Wondering who had come over she watched as a male figure entered the house wearing a long blue pea coat and a pork pie hat. His face was lowered and he was wearing sun glasses so she could not deduce who he was. He closed the door behind him and began to slowly enter the kitchen. Erin was about to call for her brothers when the man removed the hat and sun glasses and looked straight at her.
Erin froze as every emotional and psychological synapses in her body began firing at once overloading her central nervous system. She dropped the casserole dish which shattered on impact spilling Henry's spuds simultaneously letting out the longest, loudest and most anguished primal scream anyone in the Reagan family had ever heard, before collapsing onto her knees into the ruined taters.
Meanwhile, the Reagans were enjoying a small story from Frank as Erin was retrieving Henry's potatoes. Danny of course was already sneaking food because he could never sit still at a table without having something in his mouth. Linda had already slapped his hand twice for all the good it did.
When Erin's scream rang out everyone at the table froze. Jamie, who was closest to the kitchen jumped up from his chair simultaneously drawing his off duty sidearm as he ran into the kitchen. Danny was in the process of getting up while Frank and Henry held back everyone else.
Jamie arrived to find a strange man kneeling down next to a sobbing and shaking Erin, her face buried in his chest while she repeatedly punched him on both shoulders. His hands were firmly on her shoulders pulling her closer, but Jamie could only see the top of their heads.
Jamie aimed his sidearm at the intruder and said in a very calm and firm voice, one word at a time: "Take your hands off my sister." By now Danny had come into the kitchen from the other direction taking up his position from behind the stranger.
"You heard what he said get your hands off her now!" Danny roared.
The stranger gently pushed a still sobbing Erin away but now instead of hitting him she wouldn't let go but it gave him enough space to look up at Jamie. What Jamie saw shocked him to the core, his own knees beginning to turn to jelly, his sidearm falling to his side.
Danny was looking at Jamie and wondering what the hell was going on.
Jamie looked up at Danny with an expression of utter shock and then looked back down into eyes as blue as his own, as blue as their late mother's.
He was looking into the very much alive eyes of Joseph Conor Reagan.
"Jamie, who the hell is it?" yelled out Danny, his own weapon pointed at the stranger's back.
"Danny" Jamie's voice quivered "It's Joe, Joe's alive" and with that Jamie Reagan dropped down and began to cry as he hugged his older brother.
Danny Reagan slowly approached the stranger from behind. He put his right hand on the man's left shoulder while putting his gun against the man's left temple.
The stranger turned to his left and looked up at Danny. "Hi brother, I see that you haven't lost your winning personality over the years."
"DAD, GET IN HERE NOW!" bellowed Danny. "JUST DAD" he said more softly.
Danny holstered his gun and reached down to take Jamie's. He knelt down next to Joe and wrapped an arm around him.
He couldn't believe it was true. How after four and a half years had his younger brother suddenly materialized? Was this some kind of sick joke? If so, then who stood to benefit?
Frank came into the kitchen and saw the look of utter shock registering in Danny's face. He looked down to find Erin and Jamie curled into the man on the floor who was speaking very softly to them in a voice Frank could swear he knew. When the man looked up and said "Hi Pop" Frank thought his world had conspired to tear itself apart.
"Joe"? "Joseph Conor"? Frank's uttered so softly.
"Yes Dad, it's really me. I'd get up and hug you but as you can see I have a couple of shocked siblings that won't let me go. "It's good to see Danny hasn't changed though, I never could stand a sentimental kissy Danny as it would ruin the whole bad ass image he's spent 40 plus years cultivating."
"Shut up Joe" Danny automatically responded.
Jamie and Erin continued holding onto Joe for dear life not wanting to let him slip back to the grave.
Danny, Joe and Frank carefully helped up Erin and Jamie from the floor, Danny picking Erin up and carrying her to the couch while Joe and Frank helped Jamie walk over.
In the meantime, the rest of the family had come into the living room and couldn't believe what they were seeing. Joseph Conor Reagan was very much alive and the questions were about to begin, but Joe held them off at the pass.
"Please everyone." "I know that you all have a ton of questions and I'll answer them all but please, let me do this at my pace. I am so sorry for what I have put you through and I hope that after I have explained you'll forgive me or at least understand why it had to be done and why I was the one chosen."
Frank looked at his family and said "I don't know about all of you, but on this day of Thanksgiving, I am most grateful to have my boy back with us." "Let's everyone sit back down and finish dinner. Linda, would you please sent another place for Joe? Thank you."
They said Grace a second time and Joe completed the family tradition of giving thanks for returning to his family.
Danny stared daggers at Joe all through dinner to the point that Joe looked back over at him and said "Baker will be here in 30 minutes with a DNA test confirming that I am Joseph Reagan, son of Frank and Mary, big brother to Jamison, little brother to Erin and Daniel, grandson of Henry and Betty and uncle to Sean, Jack and Nikki."
Danny said: "Fine, if you're Joe, what did I tell you the day Jamie was born?"
Joe smiled. "I asked why did I have to be responsible for him as you were for me, and you said it's in the Big Brother Contract and that was in the Big Brother Manual you would give me to read so that I didn't make any mistakes."
I also remember the time that you wouldn't let Jamie sleep on the upper bunk in the cabin so Erin switched with him and you, not Jamie had the accident and Jaime's comment on bed wetting was "At least I'm not Niagara Falls."
Erin made a face at Danny. "That was so gross".
Danny had to admit, it was really Joe. He smiled at him. "Welcome home little brother."
Erin couldn't get close enough to Joe and kept mothering him all through dinner. Nikki also was snuggled up against her uncle causing Jamie a small bout of jealousy as he was Nikki's favorite uncle. Jack and Sean couldn't seem to form questions but answered Joe's as to their schools, friends, sports, etc.
Linda was the calmest of all just observing and to some degree, hiding anger that belied her usual calm understanding exterior. It's always the outlaws that piss off the easiest and who are the most protective of the families they marry into.
The front doorbell rang and Danny went to answer it. Abigail Baker walked in with an unknown female and asked if she could make an announcement to the family, which she proceeded to do.
"As requested on November 27, 2013 by Special Agent Robert Homer of the FBI, we extracted a blood sample from the 36 year old white male who is seated before you. Dr. Holloway who is here with me, extracted the sample and performed the DNA test. The sample was in her sole custody at all times. Based upon blood DNA we have from the shooting incident of May 15, 2009 as well as familial samples from emergency DNA typing performed on all Reagan family members, it is with absolute certainty that said white male is in fact, (taking a long pause to look straight at Frank) New York City Detective Joseph Conor Reagan."
Frank looked over at Joe and then up at Abigail. "Thank you Baker, Dr. Holloway." Danny escorted them out and returned ready to hear what Joe had been up to.
Finally Joe began to explain all but he felt that Jack and Sean were too young to hear parts of his story so he agreed to come upstairs later and have a separate talk with them.
Having fortified themselves with a glass of Irish neat, the rest of the Reagans settled in the den for Joe's story.
Joe sat in the center of the couch with Erin on one side and Nikki on the other. Frank and Henry were seated in their customary recliners with Jamie and Linda sitting on the love seat. Danny sat on the arm of the love seat next to Linda, looking like a cat ready to pounce.
Erin burrowed closer into her younger brother and rested her head on his shoulder.
Joe looked around the room at his family, sucked in his breath and said: "Ok, here we go but first, I have to lay some background so you understand what happened."
Joe's Story:
In 2007 I was recruited to join the Blue Templar by Sonny Malevsky. Dad, you were Chief of the Department at that time but I was told that in no way was I to ever divulge that I was a member.
At the time, I thought it was because I was a Reagan and that the Templar was charged with making sure the department stayed clean as in Gramp's days.
I was approached about six months later by the FBI who informed me that the Templar was not as kosher as I thought and would I begin doing some digging around to see what it was up to. Between mid 2007 and early 2009 I was able to discover that the Templar was taking out huge dope houses and drug scores along with any cash and fire arms they captured. The perps were either immediately deported, let go with the threat to keep their mouths shut and to get out of town, or they were outright executed by NYPD officers or detectives.
Jamie, you were right. I did leave that information for you to find and hoped that you would start to investigate on your own. I knew that your Harvard trained legal mind would look to put the pieces of the puzzle together as you used to do as a kid, rather than run out and roughshod over everyone as big brother usually does. This required finesse and patience which has always been Jamie's strongest characteristic.
Here I must digress. I have been accused of having had mom wrapped around my finger and that's why I got away with so much more than the rest of you. In fact, I listened to mom and had the best understanding of her and there was one critical piece of information that none of you knew and that I never got to impart to Jamie.
She knew that you would never be happy being a lawyer though she did want you to at least pass the bar and have that as a backup plan in case anything went wrong. She felt you would spend too much time thinking about a situation rather than reacting to it as this is what would endanger your life on the streets. In this regard she viewed Danny as the correct son to be a cop as he took action first and thought about it later, if at all. She wanted me to be a doctor or a shrink. She thought you and Erin would make a great team like when you were a kid and you two went at it with the logic puzzles. Anyway, she green lighted me to help you become a cop if you wanted which is why I sent you the admissions application. Unfortunately, May 15, 2009 happened before we could sit down and discuss it.
Sonny Malevsky was the one who shot me. He told the truth on that one. He was the head of the street ring as you know and Alex Bello ran everything out of the IAB. A classic case of who's watching the watchers, right? However Bello was only the #2 man on this enterprise. He reported to a guy at the CIA who to this day I have no knowledge of his name.
Jamie, the red headed woman who took over as your FBI handler was in fact a CIA agent that was the communications link from Bello to the CIA.
Anyway, with me, they must have figured that I was beginning to believe this was going beyond the NYPD and Bello received orders to take me out either through Malevsky or the red head. Lydia Gonzalvez was also in on this and she and I prepared for the hit. I began wearing a specialized Kevlar vest and a thin layer of armor around my chest. Between the two they would stop cop killers. I had my uniform jacket and shirt rigged with squibs with my blood.
When Sonny "shot me" I triggered the squibs and bit down on a caplet that knocked me out for about 30 min. The only gamble was that Sonny would not go for a head shot. I figured that he would not as that would be the one thing that would ruin his story. Only pros go for the head, not street punks. Also, it would enrage dad and Danny. Gonzalves would have gone straight to Danny had that happened.
Gonzalves knew that I was not dead and she went with my body in the ambulance that was actually an FBI vehicle. The medic at St. Victors was an FBI doctor who has E.R. privileges so he was in on it as well. The body you saw at the morgue was me, but I had been knocked out long enough to fool you.
At the funeral, it was a Hollywood mask over a plastic cadaver and the coffin was expertly weighted to approximate my being in there.
No, I was not at my funeral nor was I at Jamie's graduation from either Harvard or the Academy nor was I at the dedication at John Jay last year. I stayed away from anything remotely associated with the Reagans' publicly but I did come around all of you at one time or another.
After my funeral, I had some cosmetic surgery. I had dental implants to widen my jaw, I gained 30 lbs, wore brown contacts, had my hair dyed dark and trimmed to a brush cut and had a nose job so Danny is off the hook for busting it when I was 8 and again when I was 15. I also grew a goatee and wore either sunglasses or darker tinted lenses which hid my upper facial structure. I also had some tattoos applied which are now gone.
Nikki looked up: "What kind of tattoos and where did you have them put?"
Joe grinned: "Never your mind, you're my niece and knowledge like that is verboten to you."
I wore specialized shoes which raised me up almost 2 inches so combined with 30 extra pounds, you'd never recognize me. I have pictures to show you later with me near every one of you. I made sure I was kept apprised as to how everyone was doing and each time there was a serious injury or situation, I made it clear that I would jump ship and come home, the closest being when gramps had his heart attack and dad was shot.
Going back to my story, what we discovered was the Blue Templar was funneling drugs, cash and arms through one of New York's families. Care to guess which one Jamie? I almost soiled my pants when I saw you sitting with Nobel Sanfino in his Porsche. And the after Tesla beat the crap out you, I was about to come to your aid when Bianca arrived. When it appeared you could get out of there yourself I ducked back into the shadows.
Anyhow, Uncle Phil wanted to take over the Cappezaris but knew he couldn't get the approval of the other families so he worked out a plan to funnel cash and drugs stolen by the Templar to the CIA. In return, the CIA would retain contractors to take out not only the Cappezaris but the leadership of the other New York and New Jersey families so that Phil would be the Boss of Bosses and put his own people in place for his key operations.
The CIA also gave him intel on any potential NYPD, FBI or other law enforcement net, surveillance or whatever so that Phil could operate in the open.
Joe looked over at Jamie…..
Little brother, they had you bagged the moment Uncle Phil saw you at Nobel's restaurant. Bello had bugs on all OCCB lines and once Tesla sent him your picture he informed Uncle Phil. I made sure that our people had the place surrounded to insure you made it out safely. That was Phil's way of sizing you up. As for Tesla, he had him whacked for smacking you around knowing it would raise dad's ire and turn 35,000 NYPD cops loose looking for answers. Phil didn't need that heat in the midst of all his other dirty laundry.
After you took out the Blue Templar, the FBI moved me to the international side of the sting working with the Mossad. It was felt that some of the offshoot from the CIA was going to finance certain terrorist groups. During this time I worked out of D.C. with a Mossad handler who was assigned to NCIS. She's since moved back to Israel.
While I can't get into anymore of the details, after 4 years I had had enough and I wanted out and I wanted to come home. I missed every one of you and I'm sorry I had to do this, but we did foil a few plots against New York and the U.S. and we took out some major financing operations. By the way, I did receive an offer to become a full time FBI Special Agent but I turned it down. I told them that I'm an NYPD Detective and I want to work with my brothers keeping law and order on the streets of New York.
I spent the past six months losing 30 lbs, growing my hair back, having the tats and implants removed and returning to being Joe Reagan, NYPD Detective, son, grandson, brother, brother in law and uncle.
I'm sorry for what I have put all of you through but I hope that you can understand and forgive me.
Finally, (looking at Jamie) as to you. I think you would make a great undercover cop but I think you'd make an even finer detective. What I do want you to do is to pass the bar and get your license because there is a big world out there bro and it's more than being a beat cop in a blue suit. And great job swallowing that fob before Tesla found it. I almost busted up right there knowing all the garbage that went into your mouth growing up.
Ok, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Any questions?
And with that, the entire Reagan clan let go a barrage of them.
Two weeks later Detective First Grade Joseph C. Reagan was back at Manhattan North working in the same precinct as Detective First Grade Daniel F. Reagan. Poor Sgt. Gormley looked over at the two brothers and asked God what he had done to deserve two Reagans. Danny said that if he kept it up, he could make a phone call and have Jamison Reagan promoted to detective and stationed with them. Gormley slammed his door shut and pulled the blinds.
As if on cue, Jamison Reagan entered the room wearing his full NYPD uniform and went over to his brothers. Joe looked over at Danny "It's like Beetlejuice. Say his name and he pops up."
Danny started to snicker where upon Jamie looked at his brothers: "What?"
Danny didn't have the heart to yell for Gormely to open his door for a peek.
Jamie looked at Joe: "I just wanted to see how my favorite brother is doing and if he and old meanie here wanted to join their awesome youngest brother and sister for lunch". Erin's meeting us.
As the brothers walked out of Manhattan North, each brother with an arm around Jamie, Joe looked over and winked at Danny and then nodded at Jamie. "So, Jaime, I figured since we're both bachelors we can go hunting for women this weekend, what do you think?
Jaime lit up like a Christmas Tree. "You bet"
Joe looked over at Danny and smiled. "Yeah, there are some really good hunting grounds over in Jersey. How about 8 p.m. Saturday night?
Jamie, not catching the play between the brothers smiled even more. "It's a date".
Joe patted Jamie on the back. "In fact you can pick me up Jamison. We'll take the Chevelle."
Ummmm. Joe? About the Chevelle...
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