The Definition of 'Volatile'

adjective, tending or threatening to break out into open violence; explosive

All things Twilight related belong to Stephanie Meyer.


My muscles ached so badly that it felt like my bones were made of jelly. I tried to lift my arm up, but it was too painful. Come to think of it, even breathing was painful.

I pulled the covers up until they reached my chin because it was so fucking cold in this room. Even after my body was covered, it was still freezing. I pried my eyes open to make sure that I wasn't stuck in Antarctica somewhere. My teeth chattered loudly in my ears.

I forced myself to sit up in bed, and although my muscles were protesting, I pushed my body to at least do the simple task of waking up. I sat against the headboard and held my head in my hands as it throbbed painfully.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked rhetorically.

My question was answered when I looked around my room.

The place was destroyed in a frantic, hysterical sort of way. All the furniture was turned over, the mirror was broken, the light next to my bed was smashed, and the wood from the desk looked like it had been chewed on. All my clothes were thrown everywhere, and I could hear the water in the bathroom running for some unknown reason.

I jumped out of bed and went to see what was going on in there. The bathtub was overflowing, and I had to trudge through puddles to turn the faucet off. The sink was hanging off of the wall like it had been ripped from the pipes; everything in here was broken too.

There were so many questions in my mind that I didn't know where to start first. Was I robbed? Who was in my room last night? Did they take anything? Was anybody else robbed?

I slogged out of the bathroom and opened my door to see if anything was going on in the hallway. It was quiet since it wasn't even seven yet. I couldn't hear anything abnormal, so that put my mind in more of a confused state. I pulled my head back inside and shut the door, again looking around my room that was ransacked completely.

My eyes darted from the ripped curtains, to the broken chair, to the busted up cabinet; it was all destroyed. The bed was the only thing that was left intact.

"I can't believe someone robbed me." I sunk low to the floor and banged my head against the door.

I was about to comb through my hair when I smelled rust. I looked at my hands and noticed that they were covered in dried blood. There were tiny pieces of glass in cuts across my palms. My hands started to shake, and I suddenly got very sick.

I started looking myself over and couldn't find anything wrong with me until I reached my left arm. There was a deep gash going from my elbow, upwards, and provided just more evidence of a wild night that I obviously didn't remember.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn," I chanted and banged my head with each word. The pounding was only further drenching my brain in fog. I knew exactly what had happened.

I thought I was over this. I thought I had control over my episodes. I thought that was what the medication was for.

I must have gone into Evil Edward mode last night.

The war zone that had become my room was enough to convince me that I had some serious issues. If I didn't believe it before, I surely did now; there was no way that I could consciously do something like this. My sickness was taking over.

Next to me on the floor was the copy of Dracula that I had rented from the library. There was blood on the cover and the pages were ripped from the spine haphazardly as if someone's teeth tore them out. I crawled on my hands and knees as I picked up discarded pages from under the bed. When I had gathered up the papers, I put them on the bed and figured that I should get some help.

I put on clothes and shoes before stumbling my way into the hall. My head was still unclear for the most part, so it was hard to tell where I was trying to go. There were nurses and orderlies around, trying to get ready for the day to begin, but I kept my head low so that they wouldn't assume anything. I passed a few other patients and just kept my feet moving until I arrived at Carlisle's office.

I knocked lightly, my hands starting to hurt from the cuts that were on them.

"Carlisle," I said eagerly. "Dr. Cullen, I need help."

There was no sound from the other side.

I turned the nob and pushed the door opened. Carlisle was laid out on his couch, still in his clothes from the day before and his lab coat. There was a thick book resting across his chest, and he was snoring.

I went over to him and poked his shoulder, "Dr. Cullen, I need help." I repeated.

He shifted on the sofa and immediately opened his eyes, "Edward, what is it? Is someone hurt?"

"Uh, I might be." I held out my hands to show him the blood on them. "I'm not sure."

He sat up and took my hands in his, examining them with a very sleepy, yet still medical set of eyes.

"What happened?" he asked me.

"I can't remember," I admitted. "I woke up and my room was a mess. The whole place was destroyed and I had blood on my hands, obviously."

He nodded and got up from the sofa, taking off his coat. "Sit in the chair."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Carlisle started pulling out supplies from the large cabinet. "Do you remember anything?"

"No, the last thing I can remember was dinner last night." I tried to think back as hard as I could, and that was all I came up with.

"Alright, well, I think you had another attack."

"I figured." I nodded, deflated that my suspicions were proven true.

Carlisle cleaned and bandaged my hands, along with the cut on my arm, which took all of ten minutes. The whole time, he was asking me questions, probing into my mind to see what I could recall from last night. My attempts failed, and I barely remembered dinner. I was going to have to ask Jasper if he knew anything. Carlisle checked me medically in every way possible; my reflexes, my blood pressure, a basic physical. According to everything, I was normal.

That word stung deep, and I cringed when I heard it in my head, repeating like a church bell.

Normal, normal, normal, normal… You're not normal, Edward.

"The first thing we have to do is get you stabilized again," Carlisle instructed and handed me a set of pills, which I took without question. I never asked him what I was taking after he initially told me. I wouldn't have understood anything he said anyway.

"Am I okay?" I asked after I gulped down some water.

"I should have been watching you," Carlisle said to himself. "Nothing is your fault, Edward. I don't think you hurt anyone, but I'll have to check to make sure."

"What happened? I thought I was getting better."

"We still haven't gotten to the root of the problem. Until we find it and treat it, these things will keep happening."

"But, that could take…"

He finished my sentence, "Years. This is a very inexact science. Some people are in here for the rest of their lives. You will be too, unless we can find out what the hell's going on."

"I'm doing everything I'm supposed to be and I take my medicine."

"That's all great, but therapy is the main thing. Therapy is the key." Carlisle put his glasses on. "Well, that's my method at least. Some other doctors would disagree with me on that subject, but I have my own way of doing things."

"Maybe we should try some other methods. I could need extra help," I suggested.

"Edward, if I put you with our other doctor, you might not survive." He gave me a tight smile, but I could tell that he was serious. He walked around his desk and sat in his chair.

"You mean Aro? He can't be that bad."

Carlisle thought for a second and decided not to answer. "I want you to come into our group therapy session this afternoon. You'll need the extra treatment."

I nodded. "Okay, anything else?"

"Come with me. I need to check your room." Carlisle got up from his seat and went out of the door quickly. I followed behind him.

The walk back was silent, and I felt like the people around knew that I was a failure. I had gone about a month without any kind of problems. I almost could pass for a regular guy. Now, I knew that would never happen. I was always going to be this messed up, insane, piece of shit.

I stood at the door while Carlisle inspected my room precisely. He picked up everything on the floor and scrutinized it soundlessly. I could see him mumbling to himself, but he never said a word to me. Almost an hour had passed before he did a final walk-though.

"You'll be moving to another room for the time being," he said to me.

"I'm sorry for all of this. I didn't mean…"

"No need to apologize. You couldn't help it."

"I feel so bad. What if the next time… I hurt somebody?"

"We'll just have to watch you more closely and keep you medicated. Was there anything yesterday that might have triggered your episode?"

Though I couldn't remember after dinner, the first part of the day was vivid in my mind. I had met, fought, wanted to kiss, and played for Bella. She had taken up most of my afternoon; maybe not physically, but certainly mentally.

"No," I answered and looked at my shoes.

"Edward, you're lying to me," Carlisle accused.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." I shrugged.

"Who did you spend your time with?"

"The normal group," I insisted. For some reason, I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to be "friends" with Bella.

Carlisle studied me for a second before taking my word for it. "Alright, and you're sure you can't remember anything from yesterday that might have triggered the events from last night?"

"No, I swear. I have no idea."

"Okay, we'll figure this out, Edward. Don't worry. I'll have the nurse get your things salvaged and set you up in another room. Are you feeling alright?"

I nodded.

"Then go to breakfast and just keep to your schedule, but I will expect you in group therapy after lunch."

"Yes, sir."

He clapped my shoulder and left my room.

I stood in the wreckage that I had created. A tornado was the only way to explain what had happened because logically, I wasn't capable of this. The cabinet in the corner was smashed for Christ's sake. How the hell did I do that? This was incredibly scary, and if I really was this sick, I needed to be locked up for the rest of my life. I couldn't even fathom being out in public. What if I attacked someone… again?

I was almost out of my room before I tripped over something hard; a low dong vibrated. I looked down at Jasper's guitar that was lying on the floor.

"Oh, shit," I picked it up and turned it over in my hands. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as I thought. The strings were just busted and sticking out at odd angles. I sat it down on the bed next to Dracula.

I shook my head and was determined to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. I didn't want people—especially my friends—asking questions that I had no answers to. We were all a nosy bunch, but I wasn't ready to talk about this. I was too ashamed. I was going to have to talk with Jasper privately and beg for forgiveness.

I shut the door to my room and went off towards the cafeteria. It was alive now that everyone had woken up, and I saw the group at our regular table. I went through the line and picked up some food that I assumed I wouldn't really taste.

"Finally, we were wondering where you went off to." Emmett pushed out a seat across from him.

"Sorry, I woke up late." I sat down without looking at anyone.

"Today is group therapy day." Alice clapped her hands.

"What does that entail?" I asked. "Am I going to be in there with you guys?"

"No, Dr. Cullen doesn't like to put us with friends," Jasper answered. "He thinks we need to branch out more so he splits us all up throughout the day."

I exhaled, happy that they didn't have to hear about my incident last night.

"You look like shit," Rose commented, chewing on a piece of bacon.

"I had… a rough morning." I made sure not to look at Jasper in particular.

"Really? What happened? Did you get hurt?" Alice held my face in her hands. "You look pale. I bet you have a blood pressure problem. We should go see Carlisle…"

"Alice, Alice," Emmett shook his head. "It's too early in the morning to be this annoying."

Jasper threw an orange at his head. "Shut the fuck up. She's not annoying. She's concerned, jackass."

"Oh, sorry." Alice shrunk back into her seat. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said.

"What happened to your hands?" Rose asked.

"Can you stop asking questions?" I snapped.

"So, you're lying to us or you did something really bad."

They all looked at me expectantly, but I didn't say anything.

"Anyway," Emmett deflected, "I have to go to my session so I'll catch you losers later." He gave Rosalie a sloppy kiss, and then left the table.

Everyone chatted aimlessly for a couple of minutes, just discussing our day. I kept my head down and ate my cereal, trying to keep my conversational input to a minimum.

"Oh, look," Alice squealed, "Bella's here."

My head shot up and my eyes shifted to find her in the crowd of people.

Bella was in the normal pink scrubs today, but the Superman hat was screaming loud and proud. It was sitting on top of her head as her hair spilled out of it wildly in waves. She went into the line and picked up an apple, tossing it up and down in her hand as she gracefully walked towards us.

I sat up straighter, preparing for the battle that was sure to come.

"Bella, we weren't expecting you this morning," Rose said.

"I thought I might come by and eat something. Who knows when I'll care to feed myself again." She leaned on the back of Alice's chair.

"Your hair's all boring again." Jasper pointed.

"I know." She blew a flyaway out of her face. For the first time, I noticed that the pink strand of her hair was extremely faded today. It was now a muted gray color. "I'm going to take care of that right now actually."

"What color are we going with this time?" Alice asked.

"I guess you'll just have to find out," Bella teased.

I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't know what was appropriate after our engagement yesterday. It might be too awkward. She didn't even acknowledge me; like I didn't exist.

"Do you have my guitar?" Jasper asked her.

Shit.

She looked at me for a second and grinned. "Yeah, I'll get it to you next week after I practice some more."

"No problem, just checking." He shrugged.

What the hell was that all about?

Bella took a small bite out of her apple and the juice ran out of the corner of her mouth. She licked it away with that luscious, pink tongue, and my body had a sort of animalistic reaction. I actually felt a low growl in my chest.

"I'll see you fuckers later." Bella nodded and began to walk away. "Oh, and Edward?"

I lifted my head. "Yeah?" My voice cracked embarrassingly.

"Nice room this morning." She sauntered backwards for a second before turning around and leaving the cafeteria.

No one said anything; I guessed that they were confused. This was the first time Bella had actually talked to me in public. Well, not the first time, but the first time she wasn't spitting acid at me.

"What was all that about?" Jasper chuckled nervously.

"Who knows?" I said through my teeth.

Bella was goading me. She was a master at deception. Even though I had only known her for a short time, I understood her well enough to know that she took a slight amount of pleasure from other people's uneasiness. She must have been in my room this morning. Why? Furthermore, what the hell did she want from me, and why did she cover with Jasper's guitar?

She was the most confusing person I had ever met in my entire life, yet I couldn't get enough of her. Bella was driving me insane. I wanted to literally kiss the life out of this girl for some reason. I must be some glutton for punishment, because no sane man on the face of this earth would keep up this charade. I hated the fact that she had power over me, but loved it at the same time.

"Bella's all kinds of crazy," Alice giggled. "She's so funny."

"She's special." Rose rolled her eyes.

"You don't like her?" I asked.

"They fight a lot but love each other like sisters," Jasper explained. "One time, Rose pushed Bella out of a tree and Bella set rats loose in her room. It was funny as hell. Rose was screaming for days."

"One of them tried to bury inside of my hair," Rosalie seethed. "That was not funny. I could have gotten rabies."

"You shouldn't have pushed her out of that tree," Alice chastised.

"She deserved it. I can't remember what she did, but it was something I didn't like."

"In actuality," Jasper interrupted, "Rose just likes attention and she always gets it, except when Bella's around."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because Bella is the light of our little community here." Rose crossed her arms. "She's… extra exceptional." The tone of her voice was sarcastic to the point of chilling.

"Jealously is one of her many issues," Jasper whispered to me.

"I'm not jealous; I'm bitter," Rose corrected and pushed away from the table.

"Bye, super bitch." Alice waved as Rose stomped out of the room.

"How can you all treat each other so horribly and be best friends?" I asked, astounded.

"We love each other like siblings." Jasper shrugged. "We fight like cats and threaten to kill each other about ten times a day, but what'cha gonna' do?"

"Great logic," I mumbled.

"Well, I have to get on to my session as well." Alice stretched in her seat and got up. "I'll see you later." She hugged Jasper.

"Adios," he replied.

Now that we were alone, I figured that now would be the best time to speak with Jasper about my whole "destroying his guitar" thing.

"Uh, Jasper. I need to tell you something?" I started awkwardly.

"Okay, shoot." He sat back in his chair.

"First off, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do it, and I don't know how it happened; I really don't. I can't control these things and if I could take it back, I would. I swear to you I would, but I didn't know what was happening…"

"Whoa, whoa. What are you talking about? Slow down."

"I'm sorry," I said pathetically.

"About what?"

"I broke your guitar."

"You what?" he asked harshly.

"I broke your guitar. Bella let me use it, and I was practicing yesterday. This morning, I woke up and everything was destroyed."

"I don't understand." His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. "How did you break my guitar?"

"I had a… thing last night and I didn't know what I was doing. I'm sorry."

"You broke my fucking guitar?" He slammed his fist down on the table.

"Yeah, I don't have an explanation." I shrugged. "Sorry," I said again.

We sat there for a second. He looked pissed as hell, and his face was almost red in fury. I didn't have anything else to say that would make this better. Hell, I didn't even know what I had done last night.

"Hey," I heard Bella's voice from behind me, "here's your fucking guitar." She handed it to Jasper.

He looked up at her with a confused face.

"Edward doesn't know what he's talking about," she said. I got a slight jolt from hearing my name from her lips. "It wasn't broken."

"What the hell is going on?" Jasper inspected his instrument and turned it over a couple of times. The thing looked like he had just bought it new. It was polished and scratch-free. The strings were perfect.

I stared, dumbfounded, as I tried to figure out how the hell that happened.

"Oh, well thanks?" He looked between the two of us.

"Gotcha," Bella said.

"You two are so weird." Jasper pushed up from his seat and aggressively walked away.

The chair next to me made a sound against the floor as Bella pulled it from the table to sit down.

"What the hell was that? I saw it this morning." I ran a hand through my hair and tugged. "I really am insane."

"That was my guitar you broke." She stole the piece of toast from my tray that I had left uneaten. "I gave you mine instead of Jasper's."

"What? Why?"

"Because I couldn't find his at the time," she said nonchalantly.

"What is wrong with you?" I snapped at her.

"First of all, don't get a tone with me; secondly, I just saved your ass. You could at least say 'thank you'. Plus, you ruined my guitar so that needs to be replaced."

"I didn't mean to and I'm sorry, but you could have at least told me all of this before I made a complete fool out of myself."

"I do one nice thing and suddenly I'm the one who's at fault? Well then, fuck you." She threw my toast at me and crumbs fell over my clothes. She stomped out of the cafeteria.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere." I got up and followed her quickly.

Bella was down the hall by the time I caught up with her.

"Get away from me." She tried to squeeze between the wall and my body, but I blocked her.

"What were you doing in my room?" I repeated her words from yesterday when she stopped me in almost this exact same spot.

"I don't have to answer to you," she answered incredulously. "What makes you think I even wanted to be in your room?"

"The only way you would know about the guitar was if you had seen it broken on my bed."

"I was looking for my guitar." She stressed her possession over the instrument. "I wanted to practice before I redid my hair, and when I went to retrieve it, you could only imagine what a surprise it was to me that it was destroyed."

"You don't have to talk to me like I'm a child."

"I wasn't."

"Yes, you were. Your tone is always so condescending."

"Because I don't like you."

"Well, good because I don't like you either."

I think we were screaming at this point, but who knows. I was too wrapped up in our fighting to care.

"Fuck you. Buy me a new guitar." She pushed me out of the way. "And don't ever talk to me again!"

I waited until she turned the corner until I let myself breathe again. "God, she's so fucking amazing." I hit my head against the wall.

"Is everything alright?" A small nurse asked me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Sorry about the yelling," I told her.

She smiled. "That's okay. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes," I answered and walked away.

The day passed quickly. I spent most of my time in the library, since I didn't have a room right now. I spent an hour with Carlisle, talking further about what happened last night and how we could combat it. His main idea was to just test me psychologically for everything, since he thought this went way beyond my preliminary diagnosis. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I trusted him. The main question was if I had something else besides MPD, because my case was too extreme.

I just let him rattle about my condition while he thought to himself about what was going on. After he let me go, I went outside and sat around while I waited for group therapy. I could only imagine what that was going to be like.

When the time came, I got up from my spot in the grass and walked over to the building where a lot of the therapy took place. I tepidly walked through the halls and up the stairs until I got to the large room for the session.

There were about ten people there, and they were sitting in chairs in a circle just talking informally amongst each other. Carlisle wasn't there yet, and I figured they were waiting.

I took one of the few open seats and kept my head down. Just as I sat, the door opened and Carlisle came in.

"Hello, everyone," he said warmly.

There were various replies of welcome from the group.

"We're going to move venues for the day," he told us.

"Why?" a girl asked.

"Because we're going to be joining Dr. Volturi's group today. He has to go out of town, so I'm going to be taking over his sessions."

"I don't like them." The girl crossed her arms.

"Pandora, it's just for the day. Everything will be back to normal next week."

"You promise?"

"I promise." He nodded with a grin. "Any other objections?"

Everyone shook their head "no".

He led us out of our room and down the hall into a bigger one with about fifteen people seated in chairs this time.

My heart jumped out of my chest when I saw Bella. She had a ruby red lollipop between her perfect lips, and her hands were occupied with long crocheting needles. There was a massive blue ball of yarn at her feet that she was masterfully weaving into what looked like a scarf. She was about half way through with it.

As I walked closer, I recognized that her hair was a different color. The pink streak was replaced by a bright yellow one. It was a canary color that shined in the light and was bold enough so that you could see it was freshly done.

There was a seat next to her, which I took without a second thought.

"I don't want you sitting there," she mumbled through her lollipop sucking, not lifting her head from her quick fingers.

"Look, I'm sorry for blowing up at you earlier today. I know I screwed up and broke your guitar, but you just make me so mad sometimes."

"Because we hate each other." She put her needles down and bit hard on the sucker. Her face scrunched up as she crunched on it, and then began chewing fluidly. She pulled the stick away and threw it at my forehead.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked under my breath.

She started popping some gum and resumed her crocheting. "What are you doing in here?"

"We're combining therapy sessions today." I sat back in my seat.

She let out a laborious breath. "I don't like change."

"Is that why you don't like me?"

"Possibly." She quickly looped yarn around the needles and did a whole bunch of stuff with it. The process was very fascinating.

"I like your hair, by the way." I pointed to the yellow that was shockingly bright against the brown.

"Yeah, it's fucking awesome," she commented. "Why are you talking to me?"

"I thought we were friends. Don't friends talk?"

"Friends don't break other friend's guitars."

"I said I was sorry about that, and I'll get you a new one the next time my mother comes to visit."

"Well, great. Until then, don't talk to me."

I ignored her. "What are you making?"

"A scarf. Fuck you."

"Why are you so abrasive?"

"You're disturbing me." She gave me a sideways glance while still crocheting.

"At some point, you're going to have to break down. You can't be bitchy forever."

"Watch me."

I was about to argue with her again, but someone sat in the seat next to me roughly. "Hi, Edward."

"Um, hi." I turned to see that Heidi girl. She was brushing her hair and had an impish smile on her face.

"You never talk to me," she pouted. "I thought we were friends."

"I guess so."

"You should come by my room later. I can be very friendly…" she purred.

Bella snorted from my other side.

"Do you have something to say?" Heidi snapped. "No one was talking to you."

"Excuse me, but we were having a conversation," Bella piped up. "You just came over and stuck your ugly-ass nose where it doesn't belong."

Heidi inhaled in shock and put her hand up to cover her face. "It's not ugly."

"It sure is, and it needs to leave." Bella was continuing to crochet through all of this.

"Shut up. No one likes you. I don't even know why you're here. Tell her to shut up, Edward."

"Heidi, why don't you go back to your seat," I suggested.

By now, everyone was seated, and Carlisle was ready to start the session.

"Is there a problem?" He asked. Everyone was looking at our small, fighting group of three.

"Yes, Bella's being a bitch again," Heidi tattled. "Tell her to go away."

"This slut is just too self-absorbed to realize that no one cares about her."

"Bella, that wasn't very nice," Carlisle said.

"I don't give a shit. Tell her to go look in a mirror or something."

Heidi actually reached over me and hit Bella in the head.

There was an audible gasp from the group, and I sat rigid just waiting for the volatile explosion that was sure to come.

"Bella, just remember our breathing exercises and use your words," Carlisle warned.

Bella cracked her neck like I usually do. "She put her hands on me."

"I know that, but let's use this as a way to grow, instead of taking steps backwards in our therapy. Heidi, you need to apologize."

"Fuck that." Heidi reached over me again and slapped Bella this time. It was hard and loud.

No one moved.

"Carlisle, I tried." Bella said almost apologetically.

Bella's hand swiftly moved over me and swiped at Heidi. It was only after she moved away that I noticed deep scratch marks on Heidi's face.

Heidi let out a scream that rattled the windows before she broke into uncontrollable sobs. She lay over my lap dramatically, clutching the fabric of my pants.

Carlisle was furious and turned his anger on Bella.

"You know I have to report you for that."

"She started it. I told her to shut the fuck up." Bella took her needles and popped on her gum.

"Bella, just shut up before you get in more trouble." I felt the need to say something for some reason.

"Oh, fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Fuck you, Heidi, and you big ass nose. Fuck you, Carlisle, just because." Bella flipped us the bird and stormed out of the room.

This was turning out to be one hell of a group therapy session.


A/N:

Oh my have mercy. Bella is a feisty one, non? I just love it. I swear she won't be a bitch all the time, but she needs to be now. It's all apart of the storytelling. She has a reason. Let the MYSTERY play out.

So, at the beginning of the chapter, we saw a little bit of our Evil Edward. People are asking me if I will write a chapter from the evil POV. Once again, it's all apart of the mystery. Its just scarier if you really dont know what's going on. I find it so tempting to the reader and to be honest, I really don't know myself. We're all in this together.

Thanks to Suzi55 and Jeny0719 for the pre-reader/beta help. Couldn't do it without you ladies. Also, thanks to the readers for the pimpage. I've gotten a lot of reviews and things from people telling me that they were referred by friends. I really like how much attention you're giving the story. I know it's really weird, but just stick with it.

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