With a long summer of being home alone and spending countless hours in the late morning with a sixty year-old piano teacher ahead of him, Edward Cullen reigned in a fake smile and plastered it to his face as he waved his best friend off to catch her plane. Since they first met ten years ago, Edward had never spent more than a week, if even, without seeing Isabella Swan. She was his other half, his soul sister. He couldn't bare the fact that she was leaving him to see her mother for two full months, but he didn't dare attempt to stop her. He couldn't always have Bella all to himself. To avoid his too energetic sister and bulky brother, Edward started seeing more girls, everyday. A new girl would show up at his doorstep each night to go out, yet they wouldn't go any further either. It didn't take long to have himself convinced that what he was truly doing was trying to find a girl to take Bella's place while she was gone. All he found was an unexplainable void in his chest until the day of her return.
Friendship pact for black notebook
I, Isabella Swan, promise to record anything of significance or secretive in the pages of this black notebook for my best friend to read. Any event is to be recorded, even a fight. I, Isabella Swan, am Edward Cullen''s best friend.
I, Edward Cullen, promise to record anything of significance or secretive in the pages of this black notebook for my best friend to read. Any event is to be recorded, even a fight. I, Edward Cullen, am Isabella Swan''s best friend
Warmth beat down on me as I opened my arms wide. I was standing on perhaps the only patch of lush green grass left in Phoenix, Arizona. It had been a sweltering summer, bringing on one of the worst droughts they''d ever experienced. Renee and I had already compromised on meeting up during the winter next time. After ten years of living in Forks, Washington one could very easily forget what heat, humidity, and sunburn felt like.
I'd only spent two months down here with Renee and her new husband Phil, but I'd almost begun to remember why I'd loved this place so much when I'd been a young kid. Not enough, though, to give to Renee's pleads to stay. My true home was in Forks with Charlie. With my friends there.
I was going to miss the sun. The blue, cloudless skies, the endless tundra full of colorful rocks, valleys, and cacti. I'd miss my exotic mother and her too young, caring husband. I was only just beginning to realize how much. But I was far too anxious to get home to dwell on these loses.
"Bells, baby, you're going to miss your flight if we don't leave now." A gentle, melancholy voice warned me from behind.
I tilted my head away from the sun and squinted at my mother as se approached me, arms folded guardedly across her chest. I lowered my arms and held my clammy hand out towards her. She unfolded one arm to place her hand in mine. She continued past me solemnly, still sulking about how I'd stayed true to returning to Forks, towing me behind her by her hand. Phil already sat in the car–– key in ignition–– waiting patiently for us to get in.
"Mom, you know I love you." I checking, eying her warily as she gazed back at me, her face slightly insulted.
"Of course, hun." She assured me, perplexed.
I nodded. "Then you must know that that's not why I'm not staying."
Renee sighed and kissed my forehead before opening the passenger's door and dropping in. "I know, baby. I know."
I slid into the backseat of the car without further discussion. Phil blasted the A/C as he turned onto the road, towards the airport. I exhaled slowly and leaned my face against the sun warmed window, enjoying it while it lasted.
.
"Hey stranger!"
I smiled as I clambered stiffly down the stairs of the small plane that had brought me from Seattle to Port Angles. I was exhausted from the five hour total flight, but the chilly air announcing I was home instantly perked me up. Charlie pulled my bags out of my hands, set them on the ground, and pulled into an awkward one-armed hug.
"Hey Dad, how''ve you been?" I asked once he released me. I was only making small talk to be polite; I was just eager to get home.
"Well, I''m better now that my cook''s home." Charlie smirked, nudging me in the shoulder as he gathered up some of my bags and started towards the cruiser. "How about yourself? You look a little pink."
My cheeks turned a darker shade of red at his observation. "It was really sunny there." I said in my defense, putting my hands to my burnt cheeks. My nose was already beginning to peel. "I haven't spent an extended amount of time in Phoenix since I was seven. I forgot what the purpose of sunscreen was."
Charlie snorted. After fitting the few bags he'd carried into his trunk, he leaned over and snagged mine. "Well, um, we'd better get going."
I didn't have to be fully alert to notice the edge in his voice. He rushed to the driver's side of the car before I could comment. The urgency could mean two things. One, he understood how tired I be must and respected that. Right. Two . . .
"Dad, you didn't!" I whined as I threw aside the passenger''s door. "I'm not in the mood! I just got home!"
Charlie smiled sheepishly at me before guiltily returning his gaze out the front window. "You tell me one person in the world who can deny Alice anything." He mumbled guardedly.
I narrowed my eyes and dropped myself into the seat, slamming the door shut. "I bet I could," I retorted angrily. Charlie was just helplessly wrapped around Alice''s little finger. "Of course you couldn't."
He muttered something unintelligible as he stuck the key in the ignition. I folded my arms across my chest and leaned my head back against the chair, eyes closed. Knowing my petite, graceful, hyper-active friend, Alice would no doubt go over the top with a simple welcome home party. I also knew that her oldest brother–– the energetic, overly muscular, dark haired Emmett Cullen–– would crush just about every bone in my body with the millions of ecstatic welcome-home hugs I was bound to receive.
The Cullens have been my friends ever since my sixth summer. They'd just moved into the house next door to Charlie's. Charlie was, as usual, going fishing and I was strongly set against sitting beside him on a minuscule boat, basking in my own boredom. So, since he was on the friendly side with Carlisle–– their father–– he asked if they could watch me while he was gone. Alice, even then, was the most outgoing person I'd ever met. I still laugh each time I think about how scared I'd been of her. Her and Emmett. Even then he'd had the most defined muscles of any other boys I'd ever seen. I'd spent a majority of that first day hidden in their closet under the stairs. They sent out a little search party around the house, like a hide-and-seek game. The first one to find me was the middle child, a bronze haired boy with exotic green eyes.
"Mom, I can't help! I'm late for my piano lessons!" A new voice called from outside the closet door. My breathing sped up. Oh no. This voice was much too close to the door, almost as if he was about to come in here . . . I pressed my back into the corner.
The door creaked open and a small pale hand stretched through the crack to pull the string connected to the lightbulb. The bulb flickered to life as the rest of the body was revealed. First, the two matching pale hands with stubbly finger nails, then the dark button up shirt that he wore. He took a full step into the closet and turned his back to me. His reddish brown hair seemed ablaze under the brilliant light. I blinked and tried to hold my breath, praying he wouldn''t hear me. His hand settled on a white and blue book on top of the far shelf and he turned to leave. He started, his wide green eyes portraying his shock.
He tilted his head as he took in my balled up form. I released my breath and looked at him with terrified eyes. His eyes flickered to the door for a moment and his lips parted like he was planning on calling to his mother that I was found.
"Please, don't." I pleaded helplessly. His head snapped back to me and he smirked. Holding up a finger, the boy slid through the door, turning off the light as he went.
"See you later mom, good luck finding her." I heard the boy's footsteps fade towards the door. Mrs. Cullen'S muffled reply came from upstairs. The door opened and closed. I crossed my fingers and bit my lip, praying that he hadn't told anyone of my whereabouts.
After only mere seconds of sitting in dark solitude, the doorknob shook. That traitor! I fought back tears. I didn't want to make anymore of a scene then I had already.
The door open and a silver of light fell across my face. Then, without anything reaching in and turning on the light, a figure stepped in and the door closed again. I heard a set of footsteps approach me and then the sound of weight shifting to the ground. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest.
"Who's there?" I asked, terrified but still feeling idiotic.
Someone chuckled in front of me. "It's me, Edward." The voice replied. I automatically connected the voice with the one of the pale boy who'd called to his mother.
"You didn't turn me in?" I questioned a bit sourly.
"Nope." He replied simply.
"Oh."
I listened to his weight slid across the floor. He eventually came to a stop beside me, so close that our shoulders were touching. His pale hand rested on top of where mine were, clutching to my legs like a life boat. "You don't have to be afraid of me." He assured me. I nodded and leaned into his side, exhaled raggedly. And I felt safe. Not as safe as if I were locked in a vault, but safe like I knew no one could get to me anyway. The safe that fell to the heart, not the body. I felt like I had a friend.
My first real friend. That was the year I officially moved in with Charlie.
The ending of that story was quite entertaining. Esme, Edward's mother, received a phone call ten minutes later informing her that Edward had never made it to his lesson. She'd gone ballistic. Eventually, Edward had to surrender our hiding place, but he made her swear not to tell Emmett or Alice where I was. We got food and then camped out in his room for the rest of the day. I giggled. I'd been afraid of Alice and Emmett.
"Bells, better wake yourself up." Charlie suggested, reaching over and nudging me in the shoulder. The car was motionless and silent I hadn't even realized I'd drifted into a barely conscious state.
"Can you tell them my plane crashed or something?" I begged. Turning onto my side, I curled into a tight ball on my seat in hope that sleep would find my fatigued form.
Charlie chuckled. "It's a little too late to try that one, Bells."
I groaned. "Why?"
I heard the jingle of keys as he moved them about the car, not towards his pocket. "Because Alice was looking out the window when we arrived, I doubt she didn't see you." he muttered. The car started back to life again. I jumped and uncurled. "Now get in there, I've got to get the mail, and get some more . . . fishing supplies."
I reluctantly pried my eyes open fully and turned to glower incredulously at him. "Are you kidding me?" I snorted. Charlie kept his eyes straight, clutching the steering wheel firmly, as if hoping it would anchor him in place. "Dad, if I'm going down I'm bringing you with me."
Charlie scoffed. That was one of the traits I'd inherited from him; the hatred of parties and most social events. We were both shy. It really made me wonder how Alice and I had wound up such good friends. Polar opposites.
I leaned over and yanked the keys from the ignition. "Sorry, Dad." I teased, waving them in the air.
Charlie sighed. Grunting to himself, he pushed open his door and shuffled to the back of the cruiser to gather all of my bags, stalling. I started to smile at my victory as I took my time exiting, but, as my eyes strayed form Charlie's hunched figure as he headed towards the door, I noticed the lights in the living room were off. A joke. This was a really messed up joke. A surprise party?!
Charlie was still mumbling unintelligibly as he unlocked the door and pushed it aside for me. "You first." he requested, shifting the weight of all the bags he'd snatched in his arms. I felt guilty for having him carry all my bags, but he refused for me to take anything.
I scowled at him before stooping past and sluggishly making my way down the hallway towards the living room and kitchen. I could already hear a muffled snicker residing from the living room. I stifled a groan and my strong urge to break into a sprint all the way up the stairs to my room. I continued to feel my irritation bubble up inside of me when Charlie didn't turn on the hall lights from behind me after he insisted that he would. He was in on the whole surprise theme, yet he hadn't enlightened me about it.
I sighed as my hand found the living room light switch. I flicked it up and braced for impact.
"Welcome home, Bella!" Four different voice that I'd know anywhere sang out. One deep, one luring soprano, one high and motherly, and, the most distinct one that my ears were practically attuned to, low and velvety. Despite my revulsion towards the whole occurrence, I couldn't help but smile as they leapt at me.
Alice caught me first. I only registered it was her when the snowy white person hugging me poked me in the chin with their spiky black hair. Everyone else was much larger than me.
"Oh my God! It''s Bella!" Alice crooned as she pulled back to look me in the face. Her small hand slid to my sunburned face. I winced as she poked my cheek. "Have you never heard of sunscreen?"
I blushed and took a small step back so that my face was out of reach. "Excuse me, but I live in Forks, Washington." I retorted guardedly, swinging my brown hair to the front of my shoulder to provide my face with some coverage.
"Oh Bella, honey, that could seriously damage your skin." The motherly voice disapproved from behind Alice. I glanced over Alice's shoulder. A tall, willowy women wit a heart shaped face and silky brown hair smiled back at me from where she was perched on the couch. I instantly mirrored her smile.
"Esme!" I cooed, stepping past Alice with open arms. Esme pushed herself off the couch and pulled me into a fierce hug. I grimaced at the pressure against my burns.
"Hey darling." Her smile faltered in displeasure as she examined my peeling face. "How was your time with Renee? I heard that it was extremely hot down there this summer."
I shrugged. "It was nice to spend some quality time with my mom." I offered, then I rolled my eyes. "Next time I go down during the winter."
I heard a hearty laugh to my left. "Why, Bells?" Emmett boomed. I looked over in time to see his bulky form approaching me. "You're telling me you don't enjoy being a lobster?" I squeaked in pain as his enormous hand collided with my back and I was engulfed by his massive form. I hoped that the bones I thought I heard cracking as he hugged me was all in my head.
"Down boy, this particular lobster has no hard shell to keep you from crushing it." The low, velvety voice came to my rescue. Emmett grunted, barely amused, and loosened his grip on me. I slid out from beneath his muscular arm and rolled my aching shoulders. Never again did I plan on forgetting the use of sunscreen.
"Edward!" I laughed, throwing my arms around his neck.
"Welcome home, Bells." He chuckled, kissing my cheek. I didn't blush, like I used, as his warm lips pressed against my skin. Edward and I, despite our history of strictly best friends and nothing more, had always had a pretty physical relationship. Emmett found it a great topic to rant about. "How's Renee?"
I shrugged. "Put out." I confessed sheepishly. "She wanted me to stay in Phoenix with her."
Alice squealed from behind me and quickly detached my grip on Edward. "You would never!" She decided for me, wrapping her arms protectively around me. "How absurd for her to even consider the idea! I, myself, would have gone down there and brought you back to Forks. I'd drag you if necessary."
Emmett's booming laughter shook the room again. "I doubt that you could have beaten Edward down there, Alice." Emmett teased, smacking Edward hard enough in the back to make him step forward to catch his balance. "He was ready to go down there by August."
Alice giggled, releasing me. "By August? I had to pin him to the floor after the second week of July!"
My face heated up and I peered past Alice to survey Edward with raised eyebrows. He was rubbing his shoulder and preparing to strike Emmett back before Alice's words reached him. His head snapped back to Alice and he scowled. "What are you talking about, Alice?" He asked, a little too defensively.
Alice snorted. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Edward Cullen." She shot back. She smiled slyly at me. "He missed you greatly. Everyday counting down how many were left before you were due home. Was driving us all crazy. Like I needed to miss you anymore. He was itching to go down and tow you back." She rolled her eyes before they flashed back to Edward's stiff form and narrowed. "Probably would have, too. Had he had the time."
Edward froze and he glowered at Alice, daring her to say more. I cautiously stepped away from the silent duel. I didn't know what exactly this was about, but when Alice and Edward fought, it was wise to just walk away. Edward was probably the only person on the planet that could put up a fair fight with Alice. Alice snorted again and tilted her head towards me.
"Edward was quite a lady's man this summer." She informed me, glancing over at the fuming Edward smugly. Surprisingly, her words took the opposite effect of what I had expected. His shoulders slouched and a relaxed smile broke across his previously tense face. I blinked away my confusion and looked back at Alice as she returned her gaze to me as well. "Went out with a different girl almost every night. Ninety percent of them I haven't seen or heard from since." She paused, another devilish smile spreading across her cheeks. "Although, girls weren't the only thing keeping our Edward preoccupied––
"Piano." Edward cut in, stepping forward and pulling Alice away from me. "Got this new teacher who came everyday from eleven till one. Hard worker. Sad part was that I'm far more experienced than even her." A teasing smile flashed across his face as his eyes flickered a cryptic warning to Alice. I shook it off.
Alice tilted her head and smirked, amused, at Edward. "Yeah, piano." She murmured doubtfully. She tore away from Edward and gripped my wrist. "Come on, I helped Esme bake a cake and I frosted it myself. I don't want it going to waste now." She pulled me off towards the kitchen without a backwards glance.
Esme and Charlie occupied two of the three seats at the table in Charlie's microscopic kitchen. On the counter sat a large, circular, light pink cake with the words Welcome Home Bella! painted on with white swirly frosting. Magenta plates were stacked to the right. I was glad that Alice had realized, aside from the 'Welcome Home' banner hung across the poorly painted yellow cabinets, that the cake was as far as she should take it. I smiled weakly as Alice scooped it up and placed it on the island.
"It's chocolate!" She crooned excitedly as Emmett reached for the knife to cut off a large chunk for himself.
I couldn't help but laugh at Emmett's face as it lit up at her news. "Joy." I sighed, accepting the plate that I was offered.
The next hour was spent eating cake, laughing, and exchanging stories about our summer vacation. I discovered that Esme and Carlisle had been gone–– at the beginning of the summer for an extended anniversary, and lately on a business trip–– and Esme was due back by eight for a quick meeting. I was a little sad to know that she would be parting ways at six, but was relieved to know that she would be taking the others and give me an opportunity to get to unpack and go to sleep early. Alice had spent her summer redoing her wardrobe and shopping for myself without my knowledge. Emmett had been working out and hanging out down in La Push. Edward had been doing just as Alice had said, piano by day, dating by night. I didn't have to put in much effort to not dwell on his choice of activities.
"Oh dear, look at the time!" Esme huffed. She rose fluently from her seat and, after gathering all the empty plates around her, dropped them into the sink. "I meant to help you wash them, dear, but I lost track of time." She shook her head in distaste.
I smiled in assurance . "It's really okay, I''ll do them."
Charlie waved that off. "Nah, I got em." he objected lazily. "You just got home." He was still guilty about letting them go through with the surprise party without forewarning me.
Esme didn't look comforted. "I'm so sorry to dump this on you," she apologized. "But I've really got to get going. Come on kids, let Bella settle back in." She ushered them towards the door, all three of them obeying with upset faces. I followed slowly, watching them as slid out into the misty night.
"'Night guys!" I called, waving out the doorway as they cut across the lawn to their house. Alice waved to me before she disappeared inside. Emmett chortled and mimicked her in the most feminine way a brut could manage. I rolled my eyes as Esme scolded him and pushed him through the door. Edward lingered by the steps as they made their exit. He smiled ruefully at me before he was beckoned inside. I breathed out as he pointed his hand in the direction of his window. Shrugging at him, I slid back inside and closed the door.
"I'm going to bed, night Dad." I told Charlie over the ESPN commentators.
"It's only six, Bella." Charlie grunted, still entirely focused on the television.
"Jet leg." I offered, knowing perfectly well that he'd swallow that excuse without complaint. I truly was exhausted, but Edward's motion towards his window had brought something to my attention. His window was on the second story of his house and directly across from mine. It was unfortunate that our houses were too far apart to be able to climb out and over to one another's. We still communicated on a regular basis through them, though.
I stopped momentarily in the bathroom. I hopped in the shower for five minutes, hoping the warm, strawberry scented water would both wake me up and calm me down. It unknotted my back and neck and splashed reviving waves against my face. I found myself feeling much more tranquil and perky the moment I stepped out. I wrapped a towel around myself and glided across the hall and into my bedroom.
After pulling on my favorite sweats and an oversized hoodie, I made my way towards my window. Looking straight ahead, I saw Edward's propped wide open. I unlocked mine and slid it open enough for me to stick my head out into the chilly evening air. The sweet sounds of Edward's piano playing drifted in. I smiled and leaned forward, cupping my chin.
"This is a new one." I commented as Edward's hidden fingers swept across the keyboard in his room, starting the song from the beginning for me. The melody was jubilant and slightly choppier than the slower pieces he'd composed. "Is it for Alice, or Emmett?"
Edward chuckled. His head flashed out from the left of the window and he smiled crookedly. The music never faltered. "Listen harder, there should be something familiar about it."
I narrowed my eyes and focused. Edward had composed numerous songs, but only one had ever held any significance to me. His first piece, composed when he was only ten, had been inspired by our friendship. I'd been there as he'd struggled through writing it. It was shorter and choppier than any of his other songs, and it had some noticeably dissonant chords. He'd made multiple variations of it over the years, but the original I knew so well I could hum it in my sleep. It didn't take long for me to depict it wound in with the melody.
"It's for me?" I questioned, scrutinizing his amused face.
His smile grew and he nodded. "For the past two weeks I've thought and spoken of nothing but your return." His visible shoulder rose and fell without breaking his hands' rhythm when I rose my eyebrow skeptically at him, Alice's accusation still fresh in my mind. "So I focused all of my excitement into the piano as to not drive my family stir crazy."
I smirked. "What else you been up to over the summer?" I asked conversationally, pushing the window up more so that I could curl up in the frame. The music paused as Edward shifted the keyboard so that he didn''t have to strain to see out the window.
"Just the usual." The music began again from the start.
I laughed. "Do you have another date tonight?" I mocked. The usual for Edward was going on a blind date, or going out with a girl he only knows by face and then ending up in bed with them. He wasn't an inconsiderate player who toyed with girls' hearts and then put them off after a one night stand. He was merely a very sociable guy that ended up charming girls into dates and, some way or another, end up in bed with them–– yeah, that's a good way to put it. As far as my sources lead, he's always been a gentlemen about it. My details on the subject were hazy–– I was perhaps the only girl in ten square miles that has never even fantasized about getting to know that side of Edward. I'd never been interested enough to even ask girls for further depth. I just considered myself fortunate for becoming his friend before hormones kicked in.
"Yes, actually." Edward replied, his voice edgy.
I rolled my eyes. "Who with tonight; Lauren, Jessica, Beth?" I listed a few names of the people whom I knew Edward went out with frequently. I wasn't particularly fond of any of them, but somehow Edward managed to find the good in everyone's personalities. That was one of the great things about him. Also, he was never surprised by anyone's reaction because he said they were always the same. Shallow and bland. That's why he was patient with me just being friends with me. I was unique, as he put it.
"No, new girl in town." Edward smirked, his fingers resting on the last chord, prolonging the sweet sound. My brow arched. Leave it to Edward to already have hit it off with the new girl.
He rose his hands from the piano defensively. "Don't look at me like that," he scoffed guardedly, leaning forward onto the window frame. "I was spending quality time with Carlisle at the hospital and a new doctor came to work. Eleazar Denali, nice guy. He's got three daughters and one liked to spend time around the hospital–– Tanya. She was much like me, came and shadowed her dad as if she was a nurse herself." He paused and chuckled, removing the keyboard from in front of him so he could open the window more and sit on the frame. "I didn't have you around, so I had to get to know some girl."
A small smile crept across my lips. "Well, not all girls have the amazing power to resist your charm like me."
"It's unfortunate, huh?" He frowned, narrowing his eyes at me.
I blushed and looked away from his concentrated stare. The moment my face cooled off I peeked back at him in confusion. He was studying his hands. "What are you implying, Cullen?" I whispered loud enough for him to hear.
"You know, I didn't sleep with a single girl since the fifteenth of July." Edward confided, looking back at me earnestly. His lip twitched up. "Didn't feel right, you know. I broke the shades on my window again and I felt bad with you having to miss out on your opportunity to enjoy a show."
I frowned at his sarcasm. "How considerate of you." I snorted, turning away from him. "What's that, a record? Does it deserve to go in the black notebook?" I smirked and turned back to survey his reaction.
It didn't surprise me that he grinned. "Yes," He agreed. His eyes lit up and he pushed his window out of the way. "And I think we should go put it down before it's forgotten." He swung one leg over the frame and onto his roof.
My eyes grew wide and I shook my head fiercely. "No," I objected, sliding my feet back to the floor of my room. "Edward, come on. I just got home and I'm tired from both the plane ride and Alice's party. Please, no."
His face fell. "Oh Bella, be fair." Edward pouted as he stood straight on the edge of his roof. "I haven't spent time with my best friend for the entire summer vacation and now I have two weeks to do it. Just come to the fort with me, please!" He lowered himself to sit on the edge, feet dangling over.
I pressed my hands into the frame and leaned my head out to look him square in the eye. "Did you make any new entries worth reading while I was gone?" I challenged. The more I dwelled on the fort the more eager I grew to get there. It was my inability to make it there awake that kept me from throwing myself out the window. Also, I didn't have any shoes in my room.
"Tons." He beamed anxiously.
I bit my lip, my excitement getting the better of me. "I don't have shoes." I conceded with a sheepish smile.
Edward grinned crookedly before pushing himself away from the ledge and jumping over the window frame back into his room. He appeared seconds later holding his old black sneakers that he only still obtained because they fit me perfectly. He clambered to the edge and chucked them the short distance to me. I stretched my hands out and caught the tied laces with both hands. I slid them on and threw one foot over my window frame. I watched warily as Edward clutched the roof tiles and lowered himself, carefully placing each foot on his manmade foot holes in Esme's garden fence. He hit the ground and turned to smile at me.
"Come on, I'll catch you. Promise." He vowed, though it was unnecessary.
I shrugged the rest of myself out the window and leapt into Edward's waiting open arms.
A/N- well that's all i'm putting on for today:] The next update will be this weekend, the date I was actually planning on even putting this fic up. If I get enuff feedback i'll put it up Friday instead:]
After this i'm starting a regular pattern-- i'll be updating every three days and if you guys double the review count for the last chapter then i'll put it up a day early and if it's tripled then i'll put it up the next day. Fair enough? ;]
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