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Allen traveled southeast of Manchester, hoping to find his way to Nottingham. His head buzzed slightly as he made his way along the long road that would lead him there. He hadn't gotten any sleep, being that he and Timcanpy decided to not take any more chances and ditch Manchester as soon as possible. It had been a mostly peaceful trip, with only the sound of Timcanpy's angelic wings accompanying Allen's light footsteps.

The sound of heavy hooves brought Allen into a state of reality. He turned slightly, looking with weary eyes from behind his hood to see a carriage approaching from behind. Allen stuffed his hands into his pockets. Allen jerked his head slightly, informing Timcanpy to fly close in front of him so that the driver may not see him. Allen expected the driver to pass by without any commotion, probably not even slowing down as he passed.

But Allen noticed the hooves seem to slow down, and the carriage come to a stop next to him. He stopped walking and carefully watched from behind his hood, using his left arm to push Timcanpy to his far side. "Need a lift, stranger?" the voice seemed almost smug as it called out to Allen. Allen turned away, holding Timcanpy to his side like a ball.

"No, but thank you," He answered as he continued walking along. He heard the hooves trump on the ground again, but only at a slow, walking pace. The man was not leaving.

"Come on, I've got an empty coach!" The man cried as he kept the carriage's pace up with Allen's. Allen began to feel that this man was being bothersome. Was it too much to wish to be left alone? The voice began to mutter. "Besides, when's the last time I saw you… 10 months?" Allen stopped in his tracks with wide, bulging eyes. He turned sharply, facing the man in the carriage, and seeing him fully for the first time. It was a man in long, tan robes, and bandages wrapped around his mouth. Allen smiled widely.

"Toma!" Allen cried, jumping on to the carriage to give the man in tan a manly hug. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you-!"

"Hey, don't sweat it!" Toma called as he returned the man-hug. "I'm just glad to see you're not dead…"

"Yeah," Allen muttered lightly, pulling away from his comrade. "I was almost dead. A few times…"

Toma laughed at Allen's words. "But that goes for anyone who hunts Akuma," Timcanpy flew in front of Toma, attracting his attention. "Hey, Timcanpy!" Toma reached out and rubbed the large golem's cheek. "I thought I saw a yellow ball! Oh, hey…" Toma sat down, letting Timcanpy fly up to the top of the coach, and motioned for Allen to sit as well. "I was coming back from a mission in Blackpool. I took the train to Manchester, where I met up with Nisa and Craine," Toma raised an eyebrow at Allen. "Did you really reveal yourself?"

Allen sat next to Toma with a sigh, lowering his hood from his head. Toma whipped the reins and the horse began to trot. Allen gave a small smile to Toma as he leaned against the coach behind him. "Yeah, I did it,"

"Are you crazy?" Toma cried. "What happened to staying away from them as much as possible? What happened to keeping your distance?"

Allen closed his eyes for a moment. A glare suddenly replaced the calm, controlled look on his face. "They took her," He snarled. His fists clenched as he thought of his hatred for the order. How dare they take what he cared for most…?

"Took who?" Toma shook his head, not understanding the meaning of his words. "Allen, you known they couldn't have forgotten about your crimes- er, crime- this soon," Toma looked back to Allen, a look of worry on his face. "Even if they took someone you know, for whatever reason, it's too risky for you to get captured by the Order! Think of all the precious time we put into this…"

Allen gave a heavy sigh and ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I know that, Toma. It's just…"

"I know that I know a lot about you, but sometimes… I feel like I don't know anything," Toma admitted as he kept a steady hold on the reins. Allen gave a small smile, catching Toma off-guard.

"Yeah. You don't,"

Toma seemed distraught by his answer. Toma was Allen's go-to guy. If anyone knew anything about Allen, Toma would find out what they knew, and how much they knew about it. Allen had asked him to do so many years ago. It was Allen's way of knowing if they were looking for him or not. Toma sometimes found out things about Allen that he kept him from sleeping at night. He was sure he knew more about Allen than anyone else could. And to think that he probably wasn't even scraping the edge… It was a scary thought.

"You mind if I sleep in the back?" Allen asked, startling Toma out of his deep thoughts. He turned to Allen to see him jerking his thumb towards the coach, where the passengers would usually ride. "I had to basically run from Manchester because I thought they would follow me. Is it okay?"

Toma gave a small nod. "Sure, just don't wake up Nicki,"

Allen blinked at Toma. "Nicki? I thought you didn't have anyone with you,"

Toma gave a small smile. "Well, I'm not supposed to… Nicki is my daughter. I'm supposed to meet my wife in Oxford to drop her off. I was actually supposed to put her on a train with her grandmother there… but I would rather take her myself. I would hate for anything to happen to her while I wasn't there,"

Allen slowly blinked at Toma. He felt torn by his own emotions. He wanted to express his agreement with Toma, how he was always there when something big was happening with Alicia. He wanted to sit back and talk about his daughter, expressing his fears and doubts as well as his hopes and enjoyment. But at the same time, he knew he could speak of it. He knew that if he knew of her, it would put him in danger. It was not something he could do. Allen bit his lip slightly. He wanted to talk about it. He wanted to so badly, but he knew he couldn't. Allen steadily clamed himself before he spoke. "How… how old is she?"

"She's four and a half. But if you ask her she'll say ten. And if you argue with her, she'll change her mind to sixteen and claim that she can just move out…" Toma chuckled slightly as he reminisced upon his memories. "It broke my heart when she first said that, but I know she's only joking,"

Allen gave a small smile. He lifted up his hood to hide his eyes. "Really? How… cute," Allen couldn't stop himself from turning and moving the curtains that revealed the inside of the carriage. It tugged Allen's heart to see a young little girl with long, blonde, curly hair. She was lying down on the cousin of the seat, holding a small doll close to her chest. Allen smiled "Does she actually play with dolls?"

Toma nodded. "There's a whole box under her seat. And I wouldn't be surprised if she fell asleep playing with them,"

"Mine wont-" Allen's voice broke slightly. Toma raised an eyebrow as Allen cleared his throat and turned away from Toma. "I can't believe she'll play with dolls… I mean-!" Allen turned back to Toma, slight panic washing over him. "I know a little girl that thought she was too old for dolls at three! She wanted to learn how to read the medical books… I mean-!" Allen scratched the back of his head. Allen turned away from Toma. "I'm going to climb in the back. I promise I won't wake her, and I'll keep an eye out for Akuma. We should protect something as special as her,"

/O\

"You sure this is all you can supply to protect my daughter?" The worried man in front of Link cried as he looked Allen up and down with the same judging look on his face as the people in the Order; Allen simply gave his same fake smile in return. Allen knew from the moment he walked into this gorgeous three story mansion in Spain that he would be treated this way. Smiling was all he could do to the Aristocrat that stood before him. The house radiated Royalty and money; things that Allen would usually try to avoid if he could. For all he knew, it could have been someone his master had owned money to. Or maybe it was because they were wealthy, and wealthy people looked down upon his kind. It was natural for Allen to have a high-tension staring contest with Aristocrats, such as this man. His lingering eye contact with the man was interrupted by Link waving his hands.

"This is a General, sir," Link stressed the word as he motioned towards Allen. Allen secretly rolled his eyes as he continued. "Generals are the best we can offer! And General Walker will be more than enough to protect your daughter from any Akuma. And I assure you, I will be watching, too,"

The man did not seem to be convinced by Link's words. This tall, strong man with beady eyes had his nose stuck in the air, as if he were balancing a pencil there and wished for it not to fall. He seemed to carry an air of superiority about him. Allen knew how to deal with this man. He gave him a smile. "What is your name, sir?"

The man seemed taken aback by Allen's voice. It had been the first time Allen had spoken since he had arrived. The man gave an uncertain look. "I am Lord Alfonso Pena of Piedra Gris…" Peidra Gris; a medium size town south of Teruel. Its name means Grey Stone.

"Your family must have a long history here, Lord Pena," Allen smiled. "The name Pena meaning 'dweller near a large stone'," Allen stated as politely and respectfully as he could muster. He could see the man loosening up at Allen's words. "I promise you, Lord Pena, that I will do my very best to protect your daughter from Akuma,"

The man, though captured entirely by the respect he received from Allen, clinched his fist. Allen noticed that his frustration seemed almost forced, as if he himself was fine. "Your best isn't good enough when it comes to my daughter…"

"I agree," The man looked to Allen with confusion in his eyes. He met Allen's serious stare. "I will do better than my best to protect your daughter,"

"Okay, Allen," Link muttered as he led the way through the halls. The walls were cream colored, all bright and inviting reds and oranges. Paintings of the families that have lived in this house before hung on the walls as for decoration. Small tables and seating arrangements were also placed every few meters apart. Link turned slightly so that he could face Allen, who was holding Timcanpy's tail so that he wouldn't fly away. "That was a great job convincing the father… now we just have to convince the girl that she won't be in danger anymore,"

"But who's to say she won't be?" Allen asked as he kept up with Link's fast pace. "We could be putting her in more danger… The Millennium Earl wants me, dead or alive,"

"Stop being so cynical," Link glared at Allen. "We are here to protect her and make her feel safe. Even if she is in danger, we have a job to do,"

Allen gave a small smirk to Link. "Alright," he muttered, looking away as he walked through the halls. He could not be convinced, though. He was only putting everyone in more danger that he was worth. Just having the 14th Noah inside of him would cause its problems. Allen sighed, feeling defeated in all ways, when a small sound drifted to his ears. He stopped walking, letting Link continue without him, and he followed the sound to a cracked door. As he leaned his ear close to the cracked door, small notes of a piano were heard, though they held no real rhythm or sound in them. It seemed as if someone was testing the piano inside. Allen could hear a small voice humming, singing a song that seemed all too familiar to him. He peeked through the cracked door to see the source of the sounds.

A small female figure tapped the keys on the piano, testing the sound against her quiet voice. She tested three different keys with three different sounds, and then tried to combine them in a row. A small amused smile appeared on Allen's face as the girl became frustrated and hit the keys forcibly with her fingers. She tried again, her voice becoming louder with her frustration. "Entonces como el chico durmió … el fuego en la ceniza sumerge el aire …" Allen blinked at her words, not completely sure of their meaning. Before he could muster up the courage to speak, the girl slammed her fists on the piano, screaming something in Spanish that Allen didn't catch. She then put her elbows on the keys, leaning her head into her hands as she did so. The next thing she said Allen could translate. "I'll never find music that dance with the words…"

Allen knocked on the door then, making the girl jump from the piano. Allen pushed the door open, so that the girl would be able to see him fully. "Hello, are you the daughter of Lord Pena?"

The girl turned to look at Allen, a skeptical stare on her face. "You mustn't be from around here if you don't know that," by the look on her face Allen knew that she meant no disrespect from her words, it was merely a statement. The girl was curious of Allen, since he did not know who she was. Allen gave a small, kind smile to the girl.

"I am here because your father would like me to watch over you," Allen walked into the room casually. He noticed a railing that would force him to almost circle around the girl before meeting her at the end of the slope. He walked down the slope, Timcanpy resting on his shoulder and he noticed the girl in front of him looked more uncomfortable the closer he got. Allen made sure not to come too close to her. "May I ask your name?" He asked as he stood in front of her, keeping a certain distance away.

The girl gave a small nod before she stood up. With a light curtsy, she spoke. "My name is Cilicia Pena, sir,"

Allen took on a full blush as the girl curtseyed to him. "Oh, please, you don't have to curtsy!" Allen cried as he waved his hands in front of his face. He scratched the back of his head. "Really, I'm not too important…" Allen couldn't remember the last time he was treated with such respect. He was cursed for one, which was apparent to all who understood the meaning of the pentacle on his forehead. For two, being an exorcist usually meant that danger followed you; nobody wanted to be put into danger. The other reasons were too much of a secret for anyone to know, but that didn't mean that people couldn't sense the evil that must have radiated off of him.

The girl looked up to Allen with a small smile. "But you are important, sir," she said, her smile as kind as could be. "I'm entrusting you with my life,"

Allen's blush increased as he looked at the girl in front of him. She had a slim figure, almost as tiny as Lenalee, if not tinier. She was definitely short, though. She seemed to barely reach his chest. He blinked at the girl in front of him. To be honest, he had thought he would be protecting a child, being that they were dealing with over-protective parents. As Allen got a better look at the girl, he noticed that she must be older than him. Not by much, but she had to be. She looked mostly young, though. She was definitely a teenager.

Allen, being an adolescent boy, couldn't help but notice the size of her breast. Allen himself was not totally engrossed in them, but his being found it nearly impossible not to notice. The way she held her arms in front of her made them impossible to ignore. They were large, but they seemed to go perfectly with her figure; she was proportional.

Allen shook his head, cursing his hormones for fuelling his thoughts. The girl's skin was beautifully kissed by the sun, as she was almost radiating. Her black hair was long, curving and curling against her body. Allen noticed that, even though her hair seemed to be pulled back and up a bit, it reached down her back, curving around her hips. As Allen looked to her face, he found he couldn't breathe as he stared into her dark blue eyes.

After staring into her eyes for a moment, Allen realized his rudeness. He quickly took a bow. "My name is Allen Walker, Lady Pena,"

"Please," she waved her hands in front of her. "Call me Cilicia,"

"Of course," Allen smiled as his tilted his head, some of his hair falling into his eyes. He stared back into the eyes of the young woman in front of him. "Lady Cilicia,"

Timcanpy flew from Allen's shoulders, causing the young woman to gasp. She reached out her hands to catch the golem. "Wow… and who might you be?"

"That's Timcanpy. He's my golem, and-"

"Allen! Where are you? Are you lost again?" Allen blinked suddenly, remembering how he had left Link before. He became flustered as he looked to Cilicia, and gave an apologetic smile as he ran to the door.

"Link?" Allen called out the door, his voice seeming to echo as it traveled down the hallway. Link appeared in front of him, looking none too pleased.

"Do you realize we have limited access here?" Link growled as he scolded Allen. "We are to only accompany Lord Pena's daughter, and nowhere else! You are also not supposed to leave my sight, Walker! You are breaking these rules and in turn are-"

"Link," Allen interrupted as he motioned behind himself. "I present to you, Lady Cilicia," Allen motioned to the lovely Spanish girl holding Timcanpy, who looked towards them with big eyes filled with worry and curiosity.

Link blinked at the girl. "Oh," he muttered under his breath. Allen gave a triumphant smile as Link found himself completely embarrassed. After a moment, he followed Allen down the walkway and took a bow in front of her. "Good evening, Lady Cilicia. I am Howard Link, and I shall be an observer during the period of which we will protect you,"

A giggle escaped the girl's mouth. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Howard Link" Cilicia curtsied in return.

There was a knock on the door, where everyone turned to see a maid standing in the door way. She had a tray in her hands that had some syringes and small bottles of what seemed to be medicine. A tall Spanish man stood behind the maid, and he smiled once he noticed the company. "Ah, I see you've met the Exorcist and observer," the man behind the maid stated as the maid walked in the room. As the man walked in, Allen noticed with a churning stomach that this man was taller than him. He could tell by the way the man held himself that he was strong, and would have no problem taking on Allen. It had been a while since he had met somebody that looked like they could compete against him without the use of innocence, or being a Noah. It was a little unsettling… actually, very unsettling. "I haven't met them, though. Take your medicine, sister, and I shall talk to these men,"

Cilicia forced a smile as she looked towards the maid. Even though she smiled, Allen could easily see the horror on her face. She gave a solemn nod before following the maid towards the back of the room with Timcanpy still in her arms.

The man smiled sadly as he watched the maid escort Cilicia towards the back of the room. Allen swallowed the slight fear that erupted in his stomach and did what was polite. "Hello," Allen greeted as the man turned his attention cautiously over to him and Link. "It's nice to meet you. I'm-"

"Allen Walker. Howard Link," he said as he nodded to both men. He walked over to Allen and Link and glared down at them. "Don't they have women in the Black Order?"

"Um… yes…" Allen fidgeted under the pressure of the man's glare. He couldn't shake the feeling that the man had 'obsessive sister issues', or 'OSI', like they diagnosed chief Komui with.

"Well…" the man muttered as he stared down at both men. Allen found that he wasn't breathing as the man lowered his head to Allen's level. "How are they?" The man asked with a wide grin as he nudged Allen's side. Allen nearly fell over from the shock.

"You're kidding, right?" Allen asked as he basically sweat dropped. The man laughed wholeheartedly.

"I was only kidding when I acted serious, Walker," The man chuckled as he patted Allen on the back, which knocked the air right out of his lungs. "You should hook me up with an exorcist woman," The man wagged his eyebrows at Allen. Suddenly, the man looked towards Cilicia skeptically for a moment before leaning over to whisper to Allen. "Do me a favor… watch my sister carefully? Those Demons only go after her… "

Allen slowly nodded. "That's why I'm here," He muttered in return, feeling only slightly annoyed at the mood change.

The maid came back with an empty tray and nodded to the strange man. The man nodded in return and turned away from Allen. "The name's Reynaldo," The man called behind him. "If my sister needs me, just ask for me. And by the way," Reynaldo stopped at the door way to grin at Allen and Link. "If you guys, for any reason, make my sister cry: You'll never see the light of day again. Later!" and Reynaldo left them there.

A shiver ran down Allen's back. "Is it just me, or does that guy seem scarier than he looks…" Allen looked towards Link after saying such, only to see Link shivering and rubbing his shoulders as he nodded in agreement.

Allen turned towards the back of the room, where Cilicia and the maid had gone. He saw a large round bed, almost completely hidden by curtains and sheers. Allen walked towards the bed, pulling back some curtains to see if Cilicia was there. She was, but Allen's chest throbbed at what she saw.

The beautiful, smiling girl he had once seen was lying under the blankets of the bed. Her face was pale and twisted in pain as sweat beaded down her face. Timcanpy was close to her head, snuggling into her as a sign of comforting. Allen walked closer to the side so that he could stand closer to her. He thought he heard Link call his name as a warning, but Allen didn't listen. He sat on the bed next to Cilicia, carefully moving a lock of hair away from her face. "You didn't look sick before… but you do now…"

/O\

The halls were busy with people from the science department running through the halls. The exorcist walked by them; either running to get to their objective or offering to help. I guess their eagerness to help was actually me rubbing off on them. I was beginning to be called the mother of the Order. Everyone took to my example, and I would chastise and consult everyone. Today, instead of delivering coffee or reporting for my next mission, I walked with my hands behind my back, casually making my way to Komui's office. I tried my best to hide what I was holding behind my back. I didn't want anyone to see.

I knocked on the door quickly, watching my surroundings carefully as I waited for a reply. "Come in," I heard the voice I was hoping for call. I opened the door and walked in quickly. Komui looked up from his paper to see me hurrying into his office. I closed the door behind me. "Dear Lenalee! How are you, my dear sister?"

I slammed down a file on his desk. "Read this!" I snapped. My brother was shocked by the harshness of my voice, but I just pointed to the file. He hesitatively picked up the file and flipped through it. His expression changed as he read the contents of the file. I took a deep breath before I spoke. "I overheard Reever talking to Nisa and Craine. I didn't hear what they were saying, but I noticed Reever almost drop the coffee I handed him. I got suspicious when he gave me a weary look, and knew I had to find out what they told him…"

Komui closed the file and placed it on his desk. "Lenalee, I know how this must make you feel…" I looked at my brother with sad and curious eyes. He tried his best to not look at me. Why wasn't he looking at me? What was he hiding? "But it could be a trick. You mustn't get your hopes up-"

"But it's him!" I cried, taking the file off his desk and flipping it open. I began to walk around his desk as I spoke. "'He was wearing a mask and a white coat. He fought with a sword that turned into his left arm, and he had a power that he referred to as 'Crown Belt.' From all the stories of legend we truly believe that this…'" I closed the file as I looked up to meet Komui's eyes. "'Is the General Allen Walker himself,'"

"Lenalee," Komui folded his hands together. "They've never seen Allen before, how can they be sure?"

"I can prove that too," I snapped as I opened the file again. "They say… 'He had white hair and he seemed to have a scar under his mask. He called himself General Walker-'"

"Lenalee, I read the report 10 minute ago!" I looked up to my brother in shook. His face look twisted in anger and frustration, but I could also see sorrow in my brother's eyes. "We… We came to a unanimous agreement… it's not him, Lenalee,"

My feelings began to escalate. I felt all the twisted feelings of sorrow and anger, the feelings that had been building up in me for nearly a decade, began to peek. I slammed the file on my brother's desk. "How do you explain the sword stabbing Nisa, and her not being affected at all? How do you explain that?"

Komui held a look of confusion. Disbelief was all over his face. "What…?"

I could swear I heard denial in Komui's one word. My heartbeat nearly stopped for a moment. I stood up straight, regaining my composer. "I called them back after I read the report. Nisa said she was afraid to report that part… she thought central would take her away to experiment on her," I felt a chill run along my arms. I wrapped my arms around myself. "I told her I didn't blame her…" Komui looked at me with complete shock. I turned away, rubbing my shoulders as I tried to fight back tears. "It has to be him," I whispered as a tear ran down my face. A smile appeared on my face, knowing that I couldn't stop myself from crying. My short hair hid my face as I looked down and cried silently. "I know it is…"

I heard Komui rise from his chair. He walked over and put his arms around me. "Shh, sweet sister," he cooed to me. I turned to Komui and cried into his chest. He rubbed my back silently for a moment, allowing me to cry the tears the needed to fall. He pushed me away slightly so he could look into my teary eyes. "Lenalee, the report doesn't say everything," He admitted. I found myself confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked my voice very quiet. Komui looked away from me. I felt myself become frustrated. Why was he keeping secrets from me? Why would he lie to me about the man I fell in love with? "What do you mean, Komui? Stop lying to me!"

Komui walked away from me and grabbed a book that was on his desk. Below the book was another file. He held it up to show me "I was working on this before you came in," He admitted before he opened it and read it. "'If it is in fact Allen Walker, Central agency will be the first to know. We will be sending Howard Link to intercept Nisa and Craine in the town they were attacked. There, he will begin his search…'"

A smile erupted on my face. "I'm going now," I cried. I made to leave when Komui grabbed my arm. I looked to him to see he had his head down. I couldn't see his eyes, but this time, I realized it wasn't because he was hiding something from me. He was worried; afraid of my reaction. He cleared his throat and continued reading.

"'There, he will begin his search for General Allen Walker, and also decipher the meaning of his message that seemed to be meant for all of the Black Order. Tell everyone; I'm alive, I'm real, and they better watch their step, because if they even try to steal what is mine, I will destroy them,'"

Komui released my arm and closed the file. He moved around his desk and slipped it into one of the draws. He sat down and began reading his paperwork again, as if I had never walked in. He never once met my eyes.

I clenched my fist. 'Allen…' my mind cried. 'What did we do to you now? What did the Order take to make you so mad… That you have finally revealed yourself?' I brought my enclosed fist to my chest, reaching around to cup my ribs along my side. I knew what I had to do. I needed to find him. This could be my only chance. I had to know why he left… "I'm leaving now," I muttered almost too low to hear. I turned from Komui and placed my hand on the door knob.

"Where are you going, sweet sister?" Komui's voice was so sweet and so gentle that I couldn't look at him. I gripped the knob harder as I fought back my tears.

"Komui," I whimpered, letting a few tears escape my eyes. I had to tell him. I couldn't just hide it from him any longer. He had the right to know about me and Allen. "I loved him, Komui. I loved him with all my heart. He was my boyfriend, my lover. I kissed him, I… I made love with him," I turned around, facing my brother for what felt like the first time. "I never told you, but I did. Please, if you can tell me why he left, I won't chase after him now-"

Komui stood up abruptly from his chair. I flinch at the sudden movement from my brother. Komui looked at me with dark, wild eyes. "Get out!" he demanded. My heart stopped beating at his words.

"Brother…" I called, using the last of my breath. I couldn't breathe anymore. Komui looked pained. He grabbed the hat on his head and gritted his teeth. I swore I saw a tear fall from his eyes, but then he glared at me again. "Why are you still here? Get out! Get out you-!"

I didn't listen to him anymore. I could only run out of his office. The absolute rage in his eyes broke my heart into even tinier pieces. I ran as far as my legs could take me. The people I passed looked on with worried eyes, but I knew they wouldn't come after me. They acted like they cared, but they didn't. I knew they didn't. It's a sad thing when family wouldn't help you. A sad thing indeed. I felt as if my family had broken apart. My lover all but disappeared; my brother and I lost our bond; my friends that I considered my siblings seemed to grow apart as tensions of the war grew worse. My world seemed to be falling apart, and I couldn't understand why.

I felt as if it would all be better if I just died. Just like the poor soul that died 8 years ago.

1)- The Spanish was Google translate

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