Gilbird flapped his wings as hard as he could to get out off the windowsill. He couldn't believe his luck when he picked up Gilbert's 'birdie's' scent so close to his home. But time was running out. It was sunset and the ball was to start in a mere hour. It probably took that long on foot or on a horse, Gilbird thought. But Birdie needs Gilbert. Birdie is sad. She's not going anywhere and she needs Gilbert.

Gilbird flapped his wings as hard as he could towards the palace. There was a small breeze that worked in his favour and made it to the palace in no time. He fluttered from window to window, read to pass out, looking for Gilbert. Felicia… no… Antonio… no… Gilbert's room was empty. Gilbird was too tired to fly all over the castle looking for him. It was getting late and he probably wouldn't make it in time.

Gilbird started to descend in mid air despite the rapid wing beats. Finally, he gave out and hoped that he would crash land into something soft. His wish came true as he found himself on a messy nest of brown curly hair.

"Oh? Gilbird. What'a are you'a doing here?" Romulus took the bird off of his head and into his hands. "I bet you're'a looking for Gilbert. He'a really needs a friend right'a now. He seems to'a be upset about losing his'a lover. What'a cruel world. With'a her being engaged and'a all." He sighed dramatically.

Wait, Old Man Romulus is strong… And Birdie needs someone strong to open the door. He used whatever amounts of strength he had and started to communicate as best as he could to the carefree old man.

"What is it, Gilbird? Forest on fire? The dogs are going wild? There's a madman in the courtyard who's streaking?" Gilbird facepalmed as Romulus came to that conclusion. Maybe he was better off at finding Antonio. What was that game that was played in that café that Gilbert and Birdie went to when they went out? The one where people acted out something and they guessed at stuff?

Sher… Char…aces? Whatever. He has to act it out because hardly anyone else than Gilbert understands him. He put one wing on his head and one on his belly and stood in a human like stance.

"Oh! A pretty lady!" Romulus beamed as Gilbird nodded. "Where?" Gilbird stopped for a second to figure out how to translate what he was going to say. Gilbird sat on his butt, put on the 'puppy dog eyes' or so as Gilbert liked to call it, and put his wings on the corners of his eyes and looked up at Romulus.

"A Lolita? A cute lady? A sensitive lady? What kind of lady is she? She sounds like a real catch. Or is it a whore? Well, women are women." Gilbird fell on his back in frustration. What was that thing people did when they were in trouble? Gilbert hopped onto the ground and started to pace as he was trying to think of a way to say 'help'. Although it never occurred to him to spell 'help' because he couldn't understand the English alphabet very well.

"What are you doing?" Romulus bent over and watched Gilbird run around. "It looks like an 'S'"

S… There were two more markings. One at the end was an S as well, Gilbird thought. Gilbird proceeded to make the S and hopped a few paces over to give some space to the middle until he could figure out what goes there. Romulus examined the markings carefully. There were two S's on either side of a large round rock. "S… O… S… A lady is in trouble?" Gilbird wasn't sure if he got the markings right but he chirped in joy because he got through to Romulus. He flew up into Rome's hand and pointed into the direction towards the courtyard.

"Keep pointing in the direction, Gilbird." Romulus said as he almost ran out of the grounds against the flow of the crowd.

Any hope of escaping the cellar fled Madeline as she heard her stepmother and sisters coming on the main floor, finishing last minute preparations. She knew that she, Arthur and the other two servants had a chance to run while her stepmother and stepsisters were gone but Emilia wasn't careless in times like these. She was making Arthur go to the ball with them as Alyssa's escort and Madeline refused to accept Lars' offer to let him be hers. Humiliation would be sure to follow and she would only hurt Gilbert even more than she already has, by forcing herself to leave him in order to protect everyone she loves.

Her stomach rumbled a bit and she scratched Kumajiro's head for comfort. There wasn't much she could do but just sit in the dark and go to sleep early. But it's not so easy to sleep when she hasn't eaten in a while and there's nothing she could use to make food. She heard footsteps come down her corridor and she curled back into her corner, and tried to pretend she was already asleep.

"Mattie!" Arthur was at the door and she sprang up to meet him. He slid a plate in the cat-flap which she accepted gratefully.

"You look nice." She tried to put on a smile to cheer both of them up. "Where'd you get the suit?"

"It was Eric's." He said as he fingered his collar, trying to loosen it. "You sure you're gonna be alright?" He said as he touched her hand through the bars on the door which she weakly squeezed.

"Yeah. Promise me something?"

"Mm?"

"Try to enjoy yourself. And tell me all about it, alright?" Arthur's lips slightly curved as that is what he asked Madeline when she left to meet Gilbert.

"I suppose. Mattie…" He leaned closer and whispered, "It's in my chest under my bed. The password is 'Angel'." What was? The gown? Was he hopping for her to grab it if and when she ran away?

"Arthur, you ingrate! You better not be dawdling!" Emilia screeched. He exchanged one last glance at Madeline and she could've sworn he winked at her.

Madeline was once again left alone in the darkness. She wanted more than anything to go to the ball, if only for a few moments and tell Gilbert the truth. She would tell him no matter what. She wanted to see him one last time if she was to be trapped forever in this place as a slave. Madeline stood up, calmly walked over the door and gave it a powerful kick that made it shake. She kicked it again and again until she collapsed out of exhaustion. She couldn't even make a decent dent or anything on it. Marie and Eric wouldn't be able to hear the commotion or her cries and even if they did, they couldn't do anything about it.

'Please. Please break.' She stood up and kicked it again for over two hours, but it was still in vain. 'Please. Please, I have to see Gilbert again. Let me see him.' She pleaded as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. As she thought all hope was lost, she heard a shrill and cheerful chirp. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve to wipe away tears and make sure that she wasn't dreaming. She had almost forgotten Gilbird had visited her and probably flew off for help. He sat in between the bars on the door and gave a confident chirp.

"G-Gilbert?" Madeline's heart was racing, Gilbird actually found Gilbert and managed to get him here.

"She's this way," Madeline's heart was racing. She was actually getting to see him. But then it dropped slightly when it wasn't him. It was a muscular man who she had never seen before. "You really think you can get her out?"

"No problem. Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself." He smiled as he stopped and examined the door. "Ah. Just'a as I thought. It's French engineering." He removed the top of the hinges, removed the hinges themselves and the door just fell, only dangling by the lock.

"That was brilliant!" Marie gasped. "Pure genius!"

"Yes. I shall go down in history as the man'a who opened a door. And gathered more'a evidence that'a French engineers should stick to being'a chefs." He grinned.

"Marie!" Madeline ran out and embraced Marie, so grateful to be out of her dark prison. Then she turned to the man.

"Thank you, monsieur, I truly am grateful."

"I prefer Signore Romulus or Romulus if'a you don't mind, my lady." He bowed. "It was my pleasure. Any friend of Gilbert's is a friend of mine." He smiled. Then it hit Madeline that this was Gilbert's great-grandfather.

"Signore Romulus, my name is Madeline Bonnefoy and I am nothing more than a peasant. I have deceived Gilbert."

"So? I'm'a bastard son of a merchant and'a I always manage to get out of paying a drinking tab by saying that I'm one of my friends." He smiled.

"Do you think he'll…?"

"Of course. Love is'a stronger than any'a feud and I can detect love'a from miles away in a thick'a fog. He will listen to reason and love you just the same."

"Thank you, Romulus." She smiled. "I have to set things right." Madeline hurried upstairs with Marie in tow in Arthur's room and she found a small chest that was well concealed under his bed. She dragged it out and there was a small lock with five dials with the alphabet around them.

'The password's 'Angel'.' A… N… G… E… L… Madeline quickly turned the dials and the lock clicked open. Her eyes widened in amazement to the alterations to her mother's gown. It was simple but it made it even more beautiful.

'Mattie, I know you want to meet the prince again at the masquerade and I thought you should go with a little bit of style. Consider this as a thank you gift, for what you've done for me. I hope you like it and see you soon.'

'Arthur… Thank you so much.'

Xxxxxxxx

Gilbert observed the dancers from the third floor, although it appears that no one has seen him. Tonight was supposed to be his night, and spend it with the girl that he loved and he had been practicing ways to propose to her. He should've done it sooner, because someone already beat her to it. Or… She could've been in an arranged marriage like he was and had no power to control it.

Gilbert gave it some serious thought over the past couple of hours on what he should do next. He knew he only had until midnight tonight to make his choice and it was way too late to find another girl. And if he did find another one, he was sure that he would never be able to love her the way he loved Alexandria. She was unique, never could be found anywhere else. He decided that since they probably won't be seeing each other again, he might as well marry Elizaveta. Who knows? He might like her as a friend or something but he knows that he won't be able to love her.

"Gilbert, there you are." Gilbert turned and faced his father who was adorning in royal green robes.

"Hey." He said weakly.

"You know, I feel like I've been putting too much pressure on you by setting up this marriage contract. I felt like there needed to be changes in your life because, well… You don't seem to be quite ready to take your position as king and I thought that maybe once you got married and had a woman to look after… Well… My point is that we don't have to announce anything today..."

"I've made my decision, father."

"Oh. Okay then."

Xxxxxx

Madeline stepped out of the carriage, accepting Eric's hand for support. This was truly Arthur's best work, constructing these beautiful and light translucent angel wings made from a mixture of needlework and magic. They sparkled in the moonlight and her mother's dress could not have been a better fit, even her shoes were a perfect fit and Arthur did tinker with them slightly so that they were transparent, like glass but they were not made out of glass.

She refused the mask that Marie had offered as Madeline felt like she did not want to hide her true self anymore. Instead, as a compromise, Marie dabbed sparkles around her eyes and nose where a small facial mask would be and she braided Madeline's hair into a crowning braid.

When Madeline entered the spare carriage and rode off, a little memory entered her head and she decided to revive the long forgotten tradition. She stuck her head out of her window and Marie was still at the house with Romulus and she waved her arm rapidly. To Madeline's delight, Eric was waving as well, putting the reigns in his one hand and waving to them and they were waving back. That made Madeline happier than she has ever been since her father passed away.

She turned around to glance at the palace gates, but Romulus hasn't followed her yet like he was supposed to. She smiled to herself as she was extremely confident that things were going to go right tonight.

Xxxxxxx

'She's out. She's on her way.'

'Excellent.' Arthur smiled to himself as Flying Mint Bunny zoomed to his side and tell him that Madeline made it out, via with the help of an outsider. He then returned to fidgeting and adjusting his necktie, trying to make it neat without choking him. He turned to Alyssa who finished her plate and looked like she was about to go back for more. Arthur knew it was her third plate and intervened.

"Ahem. Uh… Alyssa." She turned her head to him with a small apple in her mouth that was almost finished.

"What is it?"

"Y'know, just because of… what your mother said doesn't mean that you only have to go for the food."

"Yeah but what guy would want to go for me? I'm pretty much the laughing stock of the court."

"I'm sure that someone would be interested." Arthur said reassuringly, slightly losing his patience.

"Nope-omnom-what kind of-glomp-guy would-"

"Just put the bloody plate down andcomeanddancewithme." Arthur said quickly. Alyssa swallowed the fruit that was in her mouth and her jaw just dropped.

"Huh?"

"I mean-er…" He bowed and extended his hand in a gentleman like manner. "It would bring me great pleasure for you to honour me with this dance." Alyssa hesitated because at first she thought that he was doing this out of pity but her positive happy voice was screaming 'Go for it!' because she was in love with Arthur for a long time and he was asking her to dance. She grinned and accepted his hand in which they walked to the dance floor together.

Arthur guided Alyssa with perfection while she on the other hand, constantly but accidentally kept on stepping on his feet.

"Sorry." She apologized constantly but he didn't do anything except reply 'Take your time.' He was extremely patient with her which made Alyssa very happy considering when she danced with men before, they would lose all their patience with her and not only complain about her bad dancing, they would point out all of her bad habits. She was happier than she has ever been at this moment and she could imagine that Maddie would be happy for her too, as she supported Alyssa's feelings for Arthur.

Maddie… Alyssa felt a twinge of guilt pass through her. She couldn't do anything to comfort her or get out of there. She could only sent her prayers and give her spiritual strength. She wished that she could somehow meet her so called lover again so that she would smile and be happy like she usually was.

Suddenly, trumpets sounded and everyone stopped dancing. Arthur and Alyssa bowed to each other when their dance finished. The royals were standing at the thrones, the king and queen, arm in arm, and Gilbert standing behind them, head straight up and eyes unfocused. Ivanna and Emilia squeezed hands, thinking it was Ivanna who Gilbert was going to propose publicly to. King Ludwig and Queen Felicia took a few steps forward as Ludwig cleared his throat.

"Friends. Honoured guests. It gives us great pleasure… on this festive occasion…"

Madeline climbed up the stairs, trying not to trip on her dress and keep her balance on her shoes, which was not an easy feat for someone who was inexperienced with wearing two fancy garments at the same time. She reached the top of the stairs, moonlight behind her, giving her figure a soft beautiful glow and her shining wings majestically spread out behind her.

"Breathe… Just breathe."

"…It is my great privilege to announce the engagement of our son, Prince Gilbert, to-" The king was cut of by Gilbert's hand on his shoulder and his eyes at Madeline who was at the other side of the ballroom. Soon all eyes were on Madeline who was shaking in her spot for receiving so much attention. They were all in awe, Arthur and Alyssa were overjoyed that she made it and she was a masterpiece, a living angel.

Gilbert's smile finally returned as he ran down the center aisle to Madeline. Emilia and Ivanna cautiously turned their heads after him and were shocked that Madeline made it out. Apparently, Madeline somehow found a loophole and escaped. Technically, Emilia can not punish her or anyone else but she still can intervene with her and the prince. This time, she would make sure Madeline was out of the picture for good.

"Well well well. What have we here?" She said icily.

Gilbert stopped in front of Madeline, she couldn't tell what he was going to do and he suddenly kissed her which received some 'aws' from the crowd.

"Forgive me." He said while gently taking her hands. "My-my mother said you were getting married."

"She was misinformed." Madeline said with a streak of red spread across her cheeks. "But there is something that I have to say before another word is spoken."

"Then… you're not engaged?"

"No, I'm not." Madeline smiled. Gilbert sighed in relief and kissed her hands.

"I was about to make the worst mistake of my life."

"Who is zhat?" Ludwig turned to his tiny wife and she smiled at him with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Veh~ I think that would be Alexandria de LaFleur. I'm so happy for Gilly!"

"Who?"

"Come with me, there's someone I want you to meet." Gilbert grinned.

"I must speak with you." Madeline whispered sternly.

"Whatever it is, my answer is yes." His grin kept on growing as he ran off with her down the aisle.

"Wait, please!" Madeline tried raising her voice again but it came only as an average tone. She was suddenly pulled back and one of her wings was torn off.

"How dare you!"

"Baroness contain yourself." Gilbert growled.

"She's an imposter sire." Madeline was in danger of bawling right on the spot. She wanted to tell Gilbert but not like this, not with public humiliation to add on to it. "Her name is Madeline Bonnefoy and she has been my servant for the past ten years."

"A servant? Is this some kind of joke Gilbert?" Ludwig shouted. Gilbert whipped his head back and forth, then narrowed his eyes at Emilia, refusing to believe her lies.

"Baroness, you are on dangerous grounds." His voice rising.

"Ask her yourself. She's a devious little pretender and it's my duty to unmask her." Gilbert turned his head to Madeline, softening her gaze.

"Tell these women who you are. Tell them." Madeline raised her head up with fresh tears staining her cheeks. "Alexandria?"

"Alexandria was my mother's name." She sniffed. "I-I am what she says." Gilbert turned his head back to Emilia who was looking rather smugly then back to Madeline. He was absolute shock. He let go of Madeline's hands.

"The apples… And the rocks. That was you?" His voice getting dangerously low.

"I can explain."

"There better be a good one!" Lovino shouted. Gilbert backed away from her.

"First, you're engaged. Now you're a SERVANT? What's next, you conspiring to take the throne through me?"

"What? No-I never!"

"Save your breath. I've heard enough lies and corruption." He turned away and started to walk to the thrones.

"Gilbert, please!" She reached for his hand but he was too far away. People gasped around her.

"Do not. Call me so informally. I am a prince. And you." He hissed. Tears were pouring faster out of Madeline's eyes and there was no point in attempting to stop them. "Are just like them." Madeline immediately turned around and ran down the aisle, getting her as far away as her feet would allow. The problem was she had no where to go except back to her prison, to the only life she has known and will ever know.

Upon exiting the palace gates, Madeline fell on the ground. Romulus was only a few feet away from her, about to help her up but Madeline painfully made herself stand up, running away down the road, leaving one slipper behind.

"Madeline? Madeline!" Romulus took a few steps after her then stopped. He turned to see what she had left behind. A remarkable glass slipper that was made for her petite foot, a truly valuable item. Something really bad must've happened for her to leave it, he took it and ran to the castle in search of Gilbert.

Gilbert was on the castle sentry post, crouched down and leaning against the wall. He couldn't believe that he was such a fool to think that he would ever find someone who would love him that didn't want to use him. She lied to him once. How many more lies has Madeline corrupted him with?

"What have you done?" Romulus' voice was deadly.

"I've been born to privilege and with that comes great responsibility." Gilbert said monotonically.

"Bullshit." Romulus spat. Gilbert turned his head to Romulus and narrowed his eyes. If looks would kill and if he wasn't a relative, Romulus would be dead several times over.

"You have no say in royal affairs, Old Man. You are out of line." He said as he stood up to face him. Romulus responded by slapping Gilbert hard on the cheek.

"You are'a out of'a line, boy." That was the first time Romulus had ever addressed his Great-Grandson as 'boy'. "Do you have'a any idea what'a that girl went through to get here tonight?"

"She lied to me." His voice quavering.

"She came to tell you the truth. And you fed her to the wolves. It was one small thing'a that she deceived you about and you condemn her more than'a she already has been."

"What do you know, Old Man?" Gilbert shouted. "You know nothing about life!" That earned him another hard slap on the other cheek.

"I know a life without'a love is no life at all. And you have no right'a to disrespect me'a like that."

"And love without trust?" He asked lowering his tone and holding his cheek. "What of that?"

"She's your match, Gilbert. In'a every way."

"I am a servant to my crown and I have made my decision." He said as he turned away. Romulus sighed in defeat and put the slipper on the wall.

"Then'a… you don't deserve her. Do what you have'a to do." He said as he walked away. Gilbert turned his head to look at the slipper as rain slowly started to pour down. He took it tenderly in his hand and sighed. What was he supposed to believe in now?

Xxxxxxxxxxx

The next morning, Madeline got up early to do her chores. She didn't even greet or let Arthur greet her or at least talk to her. As she was tending to the garden and picking the ripe vegetables, Emilia was hovering over her like a hawk.

"I had a hunch that before your rather embarrassing debut, Gilbert was about to choose Ivanna. Men are so fickle aren't they?" She jeered. "One minute they're spouting out sonnets, the next you're back to being hired help." Madeline said nothing and let her anger boil. She had no more compassion or respect to Emilia any longer. "Although I must say I never seen you more dedicated to your chores." Madeline kept her silence, and walked away. Emilia stood deliberately in her path, blocking her way before she could go any further.

"Let me pass. I have work to do." Madeline said quietly.

"Let the others handle it." Emilia said sternly.

"Then why don't you move into your palace. Go! And leave us be!" Madeline raised her voice slightly then it went back down.

"You are not my problem anymore." That was the last straw for Madeline.

"Is that how you see me? As your PROBLEM? I have worked for you for ten years and done everything you've asked without complaint and STILL you deny me the only thing I've ever wanted." She shouted at Emilia, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

"And what was that?" Emilia put her hands on her hips.

"What do you think?" She asked quietly, almost inaudible then took a deep breath. "You were the only mother I've ever known. What there a time when you've loved me at all?"

"How could anyone love a pebble in their shoe?" Madeline took off, running up the hill with her head in her hands until she literally ran into Arthur.

"Mattie, there you are. You've got to come see. Your father's belongings, they're all ba- Are you alright?" Madeline instantly stopped crying the seconded she heard that sentence and nodded.

"C'mon. Let's go collect them then I'll treat you to a cup of tea." He lifted her chin a bit and gave her a reassuring smile. Arthur was the best source of comfort out of this hellhole. Him and Kumajiro.

Madeline's joy didn't last for long. Lars was dressed in a fine uniform and a feathered hat, ready to leave. That would've brightened up her day but he was supervising a dozen or so men who were unloading all of her father's possessions.

"Ah, Baroness, as I promised." He smiled at Emilia.

"My father's books… His paintings… What is the meaning of this?"

"They're back. I couldn't as well have us looking like paupers when the prince comes around now can I?"

"Thank you, monsieur. It means the world to us." Madeline forced herself to thank him. She only had to put up with him for a few mere hours.

"I'm a businessman, dear Madeline. Not a charity chase." He had a sly grin on his face.

"Eh?" Arthur's expression was starting to look horrified as he was starting to figure out what was about to unfold. He mentally prepared himself for a spell and moved one step closer to Madeline.

"I can't have you around distracting the prince, now could I?"

"The Baroness and I have come to an… arrangement." Lars finished before Madeline could ask what was going on.

"Don't you dare touch her." Arthur snarled as he had his hand up, ready to cast his spell. "Mattie, run!"

"Eh?" Before she could do anything, Arthur took a slap on his face from Lars and glowing rings surrounded his body, binding him.

"Arthur!" She screamed. One of Lars' men took her by her arms and started to drag her to his carriage. "Marie! Eric! Alyssa!" She kept on screaming and trying to fight back. "Gil-!" No. Gilbert wouldn't save her. Not anymore. She gave one last attempt to break free of the man's grip which she succeeded by kicking him in the groin and was running for freedom.

"Not so fast, dear Madeline." Lars embraced her from behind and gave her curl a hard tug. Warmth was surging through Madeline's body, in places where it normally shouldn't be and she passed out. "You are mine. And I personally don't like other people playing with what is mine, royalty or not."

Xxxxxxx

The latin choir sang so soft and so slowly, they sounded more like a funeral session rather than a wedding, and it might as well be because Elizaveta would only be a mere servant to her duties rather than being herself and dying on the inside. The princess kept her head down, sobbing softly as her maids carried her long white bridal gown. Her last hope of marrying her one true love was gone, she was mentally scolding herself for not running while she had the chance. She didn't even lift her head up to even look at the man she was marrying, a complete stranger that she had never even laid eyes on before.

Gilbert stood at the alter, adorning in a royal Prussian blue tunic, tan pants and a deep red cape while Antonio stood beside him in a black suit and a corsage. (I know NOTHING about medieval weddings so don't shoot me please. And it's a fanfic so I'm defying most laws of reality. Commentary over.) He was staring blankly at his bride, whom he couldn't see under her veil and her head kept down and apparently, she was crying.

His parents and her parents rose as she approached the altar, her sobs were dry and forced, which was starting to get on his nerves a bit. Gilbert took her hand and led her up the stairs where they both kneeled. Elizaveta sobbed harder as she bowed her head and the priest was saying something in Latin. After he paused, there was a silence, save for Elizaveta's sobbing, which was broken by Gilbert's laughter.

He turned to Elizaveta and lifted her veil to reveal a very beautiful girl with emeralds that weren't quite as bright as Toni's and beautiful wavy brown head.

"Please, Gilbert d-don't." She pleaded. She started to speak in her native tongue mixed with English. "Please… Roderick… I love him… Have mercy, please…" She pointed to a young man in a fine suit with dark brown hair and glasses who kept a stern and serious face on although anyone who looked at him closely could tell that he was upset about this whole ordeal as well.

"Calm down, calm down." He said soothingly in which she did. He smiled at her and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "I know EXACTLY how you feel." He said as he led her a few steps toward this 'Roderick' in which she ran in his arms, crying in delight.

'Heh. I could tell that guy is way too cheap. I wouldn't want an alliance with someone who would rather go for a cheap aristocrat than with the awesome me anyways.' He smirked to himself. 'Now to find MY princess.'

Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait! I'm on vacation in Toronto(It rocks!) right now and I won't be updating the next/last(?) chapter until I get back but it will be before Sept 5/6. Thank you to those who reviewed, faved commented and all that. And thank you to Xou for correcting my French grammar. (I'm starting to get a little shaky. I hope I didn't through out my FSL notes yet. French is my second language but my grammar's not the greatest so thanks again, I do appreciate it) Sorry if this chappie's a little gloomy but next one will be happy again. And Lars isn't giving up Madeline without a fight so there's gonna be a dueling scene next chapter for the fair lady. / I've got something for you guys to look forward to. Hope you guys are having a great summer and all that. And I got a couple of fan art on my DA account which the link can be found on my profile or

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