Hey . . . . Man, it's hot outside!
Red Light Escape by Boogermeister
Chapter 6- Reluctance
"I can't believe that fucking jerk-off . . . .! He dared to give me only two dollars, all because I accused him of pitying me! That man is such a fucking ass! I got word or two if I ever see him again, I swear . . . .!" The workers were stiffened in fright by Ichigo's hurricane of angry rants, though Tensa was still out of it as he subconsciously sucked on his pacifier in Orihime's arms. "I don't give a fuck that he's Starrk's friend . . . .! I'll give him the piece of my mind the minute he comes back! If he even dares to . . . .!" she scowled as she hastily put on her waitress uniform, nearly ripping the fabric at the hem.
"Oh my gosh, calm down!" Rangiku gasped. "You're practically talking in tongues, Ichigo! Just calm and tell us slowly what happened . . . .!"
"That man, Grimmjow . . . ." Ichigo growled lowly. "Just moments earlier, he had only gave this much . . . . and had the decency to walk away, as if I deserved this." She showed them the two singles she still had in her hand after storming off the stage, barely halfway through her performance. "That bastard of a man . . . . I'll fucking get him for this, I swear . . . ." she scoffed.
". . . . Oh . . . ." Tia muttered in conclusion from her vanity table. ". . . . Did you do something to piss him off, Ichigo?"
"What . . . .? How can I piss him off?" she scoffed in disbelief. "Just last Friday, he found out where I lived then criticized my place because it's unsafe for Tensa . . . . I dunno what his deal is, but he's taking it too far."
"Ah . . . . well, that's a first," shrugged Orihime, and Ichigo blinked at her in confusion.
"Huh? What do you mean . . . .?" she frowned.
"Come on, Ichigo . . . . I know that Rangiku had joked about you needing a sugar daddy or something but this is the first ever time that a guy feel concerned about you," she muttered. Ichigo frowned and sat down, trying to make sense of her statement. "You said something about being pitied, right?"
". . . . Yeah, I thought he was giving me money because he felt pity over me," she mumbled. "But I didn't believe him, Orihime, and I felt like he was invading my space. Still . . . . he's a jerk for giving me two dollars," she sighed as she held up the money.
"Yeah, that's not right but I don't really think he's a jerk," Orihime shook her head.
"Tch, come on, a guy like him . . . .?" she frowned.
"If he was a jerk, then he wouldn't have to stop that guy from trying to grope me," she reasoned. Ichigo opened her mouth but closed it back, she had a point there. "You need to stop doing that, Ichigo," sighed Orihime. "You can't assume that every guy are bad for you. You think that every girl are good . . . .?"
"From Ichigo's behaviors, I'd say no . . . ." Tia unjokingly muttered, busying herself with mascara.
"But, Orihime . . . . I can't just open up to every guy who talk to me," sighed Ichigo as she crossed her arms. "I don't wanna feel . . . . vulnerable, and then be used for their amusement."
"But Grimmjow doesn't seem that way," muttered Orihime, while Tensa scratched at his head in his sleep.
"I doubt it . . . ."
"Ichigo . . . .? You in there?" Renji called from the door.
"Yeah, what is it?" Ichigo muttered.
"Starrk wanna talk to you . . . . he meant to do it after your performance but after that bullshit . . . ."
"Oh, fine . . . ." she frowned as she left the dressing room, avoiding Renji's concerned gaze as she made her way to the office. She wondered if it was about her job, as it always about that. Or maybe he realized that she snuck Tensa into the club, even though both of them knew that she didn't want to do it. "Starrk . . . .? You call for me?" she muttered as she stepped into the office.
"Hm, yeah . . . ." nodded Starrk; as Ichigo sat down, Lobo placed his head on her lap and she petted at his head. "But first things first, I heard that you halted your performance and stormed off. Care to explain why . . . .?"
"Oh . . . ." Ichigo frowned sadly as she glanced away.
"You're not in trouble, I'm just assuming what's happening to you," he shook his head. Ichigo breathed deeply before holding up her still clutched fist, still holding the crumpled singles.
"Your so-called friend gave me only two dollars then just left without a word," she muttered.
"Ah . . . ." nodded Starrk. "Well, that's a weird joke coming from Grimmjow."
"He thinks that it's a joke?" she scoffed softly. "I'm trying my hardest to support me and my son. It's not I wanted this job- no offense, Starrk- but I couldn't get any other job so easily, and I would have to go back to the first time I came to the city . . . ."
"I know . . . . I'll see if I can talk to him-"
"No, that won't be needed," she sighed. "Besides, you say you wanted to talk to me about something?"
"Oh, that," he nodded, opening the drawer of his desk. "Can you close your eyes for a second, Ichigo?"
"Huh?"
"It's a surprise." Ichigo frowned, but did so as she heard rustling noises. "All right, open your eyes . . . ." Ichigo opened her eyes and blinked in surprise at the box in front of her. It was very unexpected, as she picked it up to examine it closer, only for her eyes to widen.
"No way . . . .!" she gasped as she opened the box and saw the burgundy cell phone tucked snuggly in the styrofoam mold. "I . . . . ah, Starrk . . . . I really don't know what to say."
"Don't you like it?" muttered Starrk.
"Uh, I do but . . . . I don't think I can accept this, Starrk," she frowned.
"I insist, I don't want to worry that you're hiding away Tensa in the dressing room, again," he smiled a little.
"Oh, you found out about that, huh . . . .?" muttered Ichigo and her boss nodded.
"Consider it as an emergency device, you could use it to communicate with me or your babysitter in case something happens," he pointed out.
"But . . . . I dunno how to repay you, Starrk," she frowned, glancing at him. "I mean, this looks pretty expensive, and the bill-"
"It's all right, Ichigo, don't worry about it."
"Come on, I need to repay you in some way," she muttered. "Maybe . . . . coming by tomorrow to clean up the club or something?"
"Well, I know that you won't take something without giving something back," he nodded. "Okay, tomorrow you can come in. But . . . . you gotta keep the phone, all right?"
"Okay, thank you . . . ." Ichigo smiled lightly.
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". . . . I don't know what to do . . . . I wish to confront him and demand him why he did that to her," Isshin muttered somberly in the kitchen, his hands clamped tightly together on the table as he simply glared down. A family friend, who would usually walk around in a green-striped hat, had long since taken his off when they were discussing of the events earlier today. It was late into the night, as Isshin's younger daughters were already asleep.
But Ichigo wasn't, as she had hidden herself in the stairway, hearing what her father really had to say. Rubbing at her still flat stomach, she was apprehensive of his true opinions. She wasn't sure she had believed him about being happy of her unexpected pregnancy, considering that she was a teenager and was unmarried and that the father of her child had deserted her. ". . . . It's his child as well, and yet a man of his calibur couldn't take any responsibility?" he questioned lowly.
"I know . . . . but for right now, we cannot prove anything until the baby's born," muttered the family friend. "I'm not saying that I don't believe in your daughter's words, but the paternity test is the only way that man could take the responsibility, whether he likes it or not."
"What if he won't take it? What can I do about it . . . .?" Isshin scoffed softly. "It's not like he's Ichigo's age, where I could just threaten him . . . . that bastard's near my own damn age, for crying out loud."
"Calm down, Isshin . . . ."
"Not only that, he has more powers that can rival a fucking politician . . . .!" he seethed, slamming his fist in emphasis. "Even if we can confront him, it'd be his words over ours . . . .!" Ichigo felt his anger, biting her bottom lip to prevent any noise as she felt a trickle of warm tear down his cheek. "I don't even know, Kisuke . . . ." scoffed Isshin.
"What do you mean . . . .?" muttered Kisuke.
"Why did Ichigo hide her affair from me?" he mumbled, a tint of hurt was evident in his voice. "She probably knew that I would be downright against it, but she didn't say a word until now. When she's now having a child . . . ." Ichigo's chest tightened as she held back her cry, when she attempted to place her hand over her mouth. "What can I do about this . . . .? I'm having a hard time taking it all in," mumbled Isshin. "I mean . . . . this is the first ever time . . . . that Ichigo had disappointed me and the family."
Ichigo inhaled sharply at the verbal blow before she accidently let out a soft whimper. She heard the talking immediately halted, but she didn't wish to be seen by them as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Shutting the door, she snifled as she locked it before lying on her bed. That had cut her deeply, her own father assuming that it was her fault that she became like this. That her affair with the man was the reason why she was pregnant. Burying her face into the pillow, she felt the stuffed envelope underneath the sheet.
During her heated argument with him, he violently pushed her down before tossing money at her, demanding her to have an abortion before 'going back as a whore' she was. She knew that the child was a mistake . . . . but it didn't mean she would erase said mistake. Hearing the knock on the door and the quiet pleading of her father, she sniffed as she wondered what to do with the 'blood' money . . . .
"Ah . . . .!" Ichigo winced softly out of her sleep when Tensa decided to plop onto her back after waking up. "Damn, Tensa, you're gonna break Mama's back on of these days . . . ." she mumbled but blinked when she felt tears from her eyes. She frowned, she knew she was having one of those dreams again but couldn't remember which exactly.
"Mama, moh . . . ." stated Tensa as he patted at his stomach, implying that he was hungry.
"Ah, you're hungry, huh?" she sighed as she sat up, yawning tiredly. After that episode over her tip last night, she calmed down enough to start up her new gift from her boss. But so far, she had only put in Rukia's number in the contact list . . . . no one else's. ". . . . All right, Tensa, let's dress up then eat," she put up a small smile for him. "Because today we're going out for the day . . . ."
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"Don't know why you had a need to mess with her like that, Grimmjow . . . ." Starrk muttered tiredly on his phone. "Judging from the other girls, she was pissed to the tenth power over what you did."
"Well, she had accused me of pitying her so I showed her the only way I really wasn't," scoffed Grimmjow. "But I guess that she didn't get it. I had a feeling about that."
"Regardless, she did promise that if you come around here again, she'll kick your ass to the moon," muttered Starrk. "And I'll give her permission if needed."
"Aw, isn't that sweet?" he muttered sarcastically. "I don't care, I wanna see if she had accepted my gift."
"She did, and you were right since she thought it was from me."
"Good . . . . guess that means that I should drop by for a visit soon," smirked Grimmjow.
"If you say so . . . . talk to you later," muttered Starrk.
"Later . . . ." Starrk hung up his phone and sighed tiredly, he didn't want to be here today but had to since he had to interview two women along with few of his other workers helping with the clean up. Meanwhile, Tensa was mimicking his mother's behavior by attemping to sweep the floor. However to him, the broomstick was a bit heavy as Ichigo was doing the job with ease.
"Mehh! Mehh . . . ." pouted Tensa, proceeding to drag the broom around.
"Tch, that kid's making more mess than us cleaning," sighed Renji as he was moving aside the tables and chairs.
"At least he's learning . . . ." sighed Ichigo. "Tensa. Tensa, get the dust pan."
"Huh?" Tensa frowned.
"It's over there," she smiled as she pointed at the object nearby him. "Right behind you, Tensa. Go get it for Mama . . . ."
"Ahh . . . . Oh," he mumbled in understanding as he took the dust pan and waddled up to her. "He-eh, Mama."
"Thank you, baby," smiled Ichigo. "Go, play along." Tensa gave her a toothy grin before going back to his broom.
"You're gonna let him wander around like that?" muttered Renji, while the toddler was going into his own world.
"I'm not worried, he knows better than to touch what's not his," Ichigo muttered quietly. She glanced at her son, who was trying to figure out what to do with the broom, as she swept the the dust and debris into the pan. "Where's the mop? Is it still in the closet, Renji?" she asked.
"Uh . . . . I think so," he shrugged. "Want me to get it for you?"
"If you want," muttered Ichigo. Renji put up a small smirk as he walked away, and Ichigo noticed that. Any minute answer involved him helping her would make the red-head happy in a goofy way. She continued to sweep away the last of the dust when the door opened and she glanced up. It was a young dark-skinned woman with wild dark brown hair down her back. "Ah, hello, can I help you?" she asked. She assumed that it was first girl to be interviewed, and considering her body shape, probably for the stripper job.
"Yeah, Tia told me to come here," nodded the woman. "Where's the boss' office?"
"Down the hall over there," gestured Ichigo. "And don't mind the dog, he's too lazy to do anything."
"Thanks . . . . cute kid, by the way," smiled the lady as she walked away. Ichigo just nodded. She should feel a little happy over the compliments of her son, if it weren't in a strip club during the off-hours. Turning her back, she continued to sweep, as Tensa lost interest on the broom and he decided to wander to the elevated main stage.
"Tensa, come back here," she called out but the toddler climbed onto the seat and stared at the pole that seemed far away to reach. "Tensa . . . ." she scolded as she quickly walked up to him, before he could try to reach over the obvious gap she hauled him into her arms. "I told you, you can't get up there," she frowned at him. "It's not safe, okay?"
"Oh, oh-ay . . . ." nodded Tensa, both of them not noticing a figure stepping into the empty club. "Huh . . . .?" he blinked and stared curiously as the figure got closer and grinned.
"Hm, what're you smiling about?" Ichigo smirked a little, completely oblivious when the figure came into view and smirked. "You see something you like . . . .?"
"Tah . . . .!" Tensa pointed out behind her.
"What? Did Renji come back . . . .?" Ichigo muttered as she turned around, only to frown in surprise at the sight of the person who dared to show his face to her. "Why the fuck are you here?" she scowled, and was answered with a small smirk by Grimmjow.
"That's not the right way to say it in front of your kid," he noted.
"All right . . . . why are you here, Grimmjow?" she frowned.
"Aw, still mad about last night, Sweet Berry?" smirked Grimmjow.
"The hell do you think, you practically made fun of me with that bullshit stunt of yours," grumbled Ichigo as she brushed past him.
"I had to . . . . you were blaming me for giving you too much money, now you're blaming me for giving you less?" he questioned. Ichigo frowned at him, going behind the counter in the bar area.
"It's not that, I just need every dollar I can get working here," she frowned as she placed her baby onto the clean countertop.
"Yet you were pissed off that I gave you two bucks," Grimmjow pointed out.
"Because you're messing with me, you asshole," she frowned.
"Again with the language-"
"Hey, what're you doing here?" Grimmjow frowned a little as he glanced behind his shoulder and saw the disgruntled red-head, who was holding a mop and a bucket full of cleaning solution bottles.
"Oh, I didn't know that you work as a janitor here also, monkey," he scoffed.
"Tch, you have a lot of nerves showing your face after embarrassing Ichigo like that, guy," sneered Renji, deliberately pushing past him as he walked up to the bar. "Here you go, Ichigo . . . ."
"Thanks, Renji," muttered Ichigo, taking the bucket only.
"How did I embarrass her? She had an attitude towards me, why can't I return the favor?" challenged Grimmjow as he stepped up to the bar.
"She had every right to act like that at jerks like you," scowled Renji, but was partially ignored when the blunet decided to sit on the stool. "Hey, you can't sit there, we're cleaning . . . .!"
"Quit acting like a big shot, I'm not in your way, you dumb monkey," muttered Grimmjow.
"Then why're you here, to talk about my living situation again?" frowned Ichigo.
"Nah, just wanna see how you're doing . . . ." he merely shrugged, before noticing the toddler staring and grinning at him. "Well, hello there, kid," he grinned back. "My name's Grimmjow, can you say that name?"
"Huh . . . .?" mumbled Tensa.
"Don't bother, he can barely pronounce more than two syllables," Ichigo frowned as she filled up the the bucket.
"My name's got two syllables," smirked Grimmjow.
"You know what I mean . . . ." she muttered as she moved around the bar. "But if you want, just look after him while I'm mopping."
"But Ichigo, I thought I could look after him," debated Renji.
"He doesn't like you, remember?" she sighed. "Just sit somewhere, Renji." Renji frowned and reluctantly sat next to the businessman, who glanced at him and smirked.
"What's with you, you want the kid like you or something?" he smirked.
"Shut up . . . ." he grumbled at him. Tensa babbled vividly as he scooted up to Grimmjow, he took one of his hands and observed it.
"Buh . . . . tah, deh," he pointed out, looking back and forth at the size difference between his small hands and the man's larger and slightly calloused ones.
"Yeah, I got big hands . . . ." smirked Grimmjow, patting at his head. "Big enough to crush your head with . . . .!" he joked, his palms squishing against his chubby cheeks. Ichigo saw that but made no move as Tensa simply giggled, but she still had her guard up as she started to mop. "Come on, kid, think you can say my name . . . .?" the blunet grinned as he playfully poked him in the stomach. "It's Grimmjow, can you say it? Grimm . . . . jow."
"Uh . . . . Geh . . . ." Tensa frowned a little, trying to figure out the most simple request ever.
"It's Grimmjow, kid," he encouraged.
"You gotta stop trying, he won't do it," frowned Renji.
"Give him a chance, monkey, he needs to learn . . . ." muttered Grimmjow. "You can do it, my name's Grimmjow."
"Geh . . . . Geh . . . ." mumbled Tensa. "Geh-Geh . . . .? Geh-Geh . . . . Geh-Geh."
"Geh-Geh, is that what you're calling me?" Grimmjow smirked a little and the toddler giggled. "Guess I could take that for now. You're okay with that, kid?"
"Yah . . . ." nodded the baby.
"Yeah? But what about your mother, is she nice?" he played along. Tensa put up a toothy grin and nodded, to which Grimmjow chuckled. "But she's not nice to me," he playfully frowned. "Is she a mean lady to other people?" Tensa giggled as he nodded again, though not really understanding the question. "She's mean? Why're you saying that to your own mother?"
"Quit putting lies to his head, guy," Renji frowned, but was ignored when the toddler reached for businessman's silk tie.
"Ah, can't play with that, you'd choke me out," he smirked as he nudged the hand away. Tensa glanced at him and babbled, now patting at his stomach.
"Appee . . . ." he said. "Appee, appee . . . ."
"Hm, what're you trying to say now?" he muttered.
"He wants apple juice, Grimmjow," muttered Ichigo, by now, she was halfway through mopping as she glanced up. "I think there should be some in the little fridge behind the bar."
"I'll get-"
"I'll get it," Grimmjow interrupted Renji, promptly jumping over the counter much to the red-head's surprised dismay but to Tensa's delight. Ichigo frowned at the man's sudden behavior, but Grimmjow was already getting the half-empty bottle and a small glass cup. "Dunno about your mother, but you gotta get off the bottle," he joked with a small smirk, and Tensa giggled softly.
"Appee . . . .!" he grinned at the golden brown juice filling up the cup. With both hands but with Grimmjow's help, he reached down to grasp the cup and sipped it albeit with slight spills on his shirt.
". . . . I didn't think that you'd be good with kids, Grimmjow," Ichigo muttered, as she watched the blunet feeding her son juice.
"I didn't think so either," shrugged Grimmjow.
". . . . Renji, finish mopping," she muttered, the floor was still wet but she strolled towards the bar. Renji frowned a little but did so as he got up, as the girl sat on the stool. "You don't really look like the type that would fawn over children. So what's your deal?" Grimmjow just shrugged, removing the glass from Tensa's lips.
"Nothing, people like babies," he shrugged.
"But . . . . why me?" she frowned, pulling Tensa onto her lap as she gazed warily at him. "You said that you don't pity me, then why are you concerned about me?"
"Because it's human nature to feel concern," he simply answered.
"But it seems like you're too invasive to me," she muttered. "You would think that your parents would teach you better than that . . . ." Grimmjow just shrugged again as he put away the bottle of juice.
"Sorry, they couldn't . . . . I was already an orphan by the time I was out of high school."
Ichigo stiffened immediately at his sudden answer, she gazed at him and frowned sadly. She hadn't expected that, as she hugged her son tightly. ". . . . I . . . . I'm sorry," she mumbled but Grimmjow glanced at her and frowned a little.
"It's all right, I just never talked much about them," he sighed. Ichigo just frowned and wanted to say something when the memory of her accusation came up and she glanced away in slight embarrassment. So that was why he didn't say that he was pitying her, now that she felt pity for him over the loss of his parent at a young age. "Ichigo . . . .? What's with that face?" Grimmjow muttered, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Was it something I said . . . .? Didn't mean to bum you out or anything."
"No, it's just that . . . ." Ichigo frowned sadly, pursing her lips before deciding to say it. "I lost my mother . . . . when I was nine." Grimmjow gazed at her and nodded in sympathy, picking up the glass with his left hand as he turned to the sink.
"Sucks, man . . . ." he sighed. "How did that happen?"
"She died in a hit-and-run accident-"
CRASH!
Ichigo flinched in surprise at the sudden sound of the glass shattering against the wooden floor and glanced up; Grimmjow was glaring down at the mess he had made, grasping at his left arm as if he was in pain. "Grimmjow . . . .?" she frowned.
"Ichigo, what just happened?" frowned Renji as he rushed up to the bar.
"Dunno, but Grimmjow just dropped that glass cup," Ichigo muttered. "Grimmjow, what's wrong?"
"Nothing . . . . just had a spasm in my hand," Grimmjow gritted softly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it-"
"No, wait, I'll get the broom," Ichigo said as she stood up, grasping for the nearby broom while holding Tensa with one arm in ease. "Don't want you to cut your hand for picking it up like an idiot." Grimmjow simply nodded and stepped back, while she carefully swept it up. "Renji, pass the dust pan."
"Tch, all right . . . ." sighed Renji, passing the object to the blunet. "But you know that you have to pay for that, right?"
"Ten dollars for a glass cup? It was an accident," scoffed Grimmjow.
"You tossing me into a chair wasn't an accident," he frowned.
"Oh, you're still pissed off at that?" he sneered back.
"Geez, Tensa acts more mature than you two," frowned Ichigo as she swept the broken glass into the dust pan. "Grimmjow, can you toss it into the trash outside, please?"
"Better me than that monkey over there," he mumbled.
"You know what, what is your deal, man?" frowned Renji, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "Who are you to Starrk, and what is it with you giving Ichigo so much money every time? You think that giving her money would make you like her?"
"Oh, shut it, Renji," Ichigo frowned.
"But, Ichigo-"
"Oh, guess that Starrk hadn't told you much about me," Grimmjow sighed, for once he had gotten the red-head's suspicion about him. ". . . . I think I saw a nearby newstand down the street, I'll come back in a minute or two."
"Huh? Wait a second . . . ." Renji frowned but the man had quickly left, and he scoffed under his breath. "What was that about? I thought he would retort back since we don't know anything about him."
"Does it really matter, Renji?" muttered Ichigo, as Tensa babbled quietly.
"Of course, for all we know he could be part of some mafia," scoffed Renji.
"Renji . . . . when I first met you, I thought you were in a gang by the looks of your tattoos," she deadpanned.
"I-I got them because they were cool, that's all!" he stammered. "And look, he left prints on the floor after we've just mopped . . . .!"
"So did we, so what's the actual problem?"
"Fine, I just don't like-"
"I'm back," Grimmjow muttered nonchalantly as he came back, with a few magazines tucked under his arm. "You said that you don't know much about me, so I'm showing you . . . ."
"What? What's with the magazines, Grimmjow?" Ichigo questioned.
"I'm showing them to you," he simply replied as he placed them onto the countertop. Ichigo glanced down and blinked at the titles of the magazines, all of which had to do with alternative forms of music or fashion or both. Pantera, King, Desgarron, Dartz . . . . she frowned in slight confusion and glanced back at him.
"I'm not getting it . . . ." she mumbled.
"What? I doubt that you're a model in these or something," snorted Renji as he looked at the glossy covers.
"I wish, but I'm not," muttered Grimmjow.
"Then what, Grimmjow?" she frowned. Grimmjow didn't answer at first, as he opened the first few pages of the magazine, where the list of staffs and journalists are shown. She still didn't get it, was he a writer for these magazine or even an editor? That would explain the money from the latter.
". . . . Look closer, Ichigo," Grimmjow muttered, pointing down on the one name in the lower right side at one magazine. Ichigo leaned closer to see what it was, as did Renji, only to widen their eyes in shock at it.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaques,
President and CEO of Grind Publishing Inc.
"You're . . . . you're a president, Grimmjow?" gasped Ichigo as she glared at him in disbelief.
"A young one at that but yeah," he merely shrugged.
"What, how old are you?" Renji questioned.
"I'm 28." Ichigo stared at him then at the magazine and would have had a heart attack if it was possible for her age. Not only was he a president of one the biggest publishing companies ever, but he was also and possibly a multi-millionaire. The same multi-millionaire who she acted so hostile and rude to up to this point.
"Holy shit . . . ." she gasped softly, all the while Tensa reached down to pick up Pantera and babbled in interest before accidentally ripping a page.
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