Hey guys. Been a while since I last updated and to my defense school's been killing me, I barely managed to squeeze in moments to write. I have a little surprise for you in this chapter and I'm sure you're gonna love it. Small clue: many Razaya moments.

Well, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing cause if I have had we would have seen many Razaya kisses.


"Seriously, Razer, I was expecting more from you." I sigh as Aya's words ring in my mind. "I do trust you! I do trust you, Razer, and maybe that you're too blind to see it but I-" What the hell was she going to say? What the hell did she want to say but couldn't? And why the hell could she not simply just say it? It surely wasn't all that hard, was it?

"You what?"

"You know what? That does not even matter anymore!" Her voice was still harsh but I could easily detect hurt in her tone. She ripped herself out of my hold and tiok a step away from me. "I can't, okay?"

I take off my jacket and fold it with slightly shaking hands, aware of the fact I'm doing it absent-mindedly, robotically. I can't say I'm functioning normally right now. Too much has happened, too many things I have to process, to analyze and everything in my head is just a messy buzz, everything is fucked up and nothing makes sense anymore.

"You barely aknowledge my presence but once you are in a bit of a mess you run straight to me and ask me to give you whatever you need and after you get what you want, you just walk away and then everything happens all over again." I felt my eyes widening at the pain in her voice, the sadness deep in her tone. "Do you never realize how tiring this is? How hurtful it is for me? How selfish all this is from you? You expect everybody else to do what you want, to be whatever you want them to be but what do you do in exchange?"

I neatly place the jacket on a chair and hang my head, trying harder to forget the accusative words Aya has told me barely half an hour ago. I just can't ignore the hurt in her tone,so deep in her eyes and the pained way she has looked at me all while she spoke. She seemed so hurt, looked so heartbroken and I really don't know why. Okay, maybe I do but it's more like a guess and I don't exactly want to assume anything about her. I know she's usually so strong and refuses to show too many emotions, she's not the one to let others know what she feels, she keeps so many things to herself and tonight... everything just seemed to be getting out. It was like the dam had finally been broken and she had allowed herself some time to feel - to really feel. And everything she said... it didn't make things any easier. She was honest, she was so damn honest and told me everything she thought, everything she had been keeping bottled up inside of her for so long... for too long. She had every right to do it and I don't blame her for that. I could never blame her for that. And I can't help but feel guilty about that. I can't help but feel that I'm partially responsible for the way she reacted, for her pain. And I honestly feel like shit for that. She was right. The whole time she was so fucking right. Everything she's said was the truth, was what she was feeling.

I know that she's right... Everything she said, every single damn word was true but I just can't let myself accept it, can't let myself admit it. If I admit it, even to myself, it will become real. Well, more real than before and I... I guess I just don't want to accept that I am everything she said I am.

I never wanted to be like this anyway. And I hate the fact that I am like this. But there's kind of nothing I could do to change it, no matter how much I want to.

I let a loud sigh escape me and take off my shirt, placing it over my jacket without even bothering to fold it. It's not like it would actually matter wheter I would do it or not.

I run one of my hands over my face and groan silently. I still can see her face, so vivid, so detailed, her pained eyes, her hurt expression, the downward of her lips and the way her voice shook with every word she said... It didn't look any easy for her to say all those things. It looked difficult - really really difficul - and I did nothing to make things better for her. I just... stood there and watched her and argued with her and raised my voice at her like an idiot instead of saying something helpful, instead of comforting her. I'm such an idiot!

I collapse on my stomach onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, clenching my eyes shut tight and gritting my teeth. This is not going to be an easy night. And I'm sure as hell that things won't get any better in the morning when I'll have to be around Aya and act like nothing has happened between us at all. Okay, not that whatever has happened between us was a good thing. I would rather not think about that. It's not an experience I would like to repeat. It's awful a d it only makes me feel worse than I already was feeling about all of this.

The best part of all this crap - if there is a good part, that is - is that Aya accepted to host Lara for a couple of days at her place so I won't have to worry about anyone finding out about her. That being said, my only problem is that I have to stay here as well and deal with the aftermath of everything that happened between me and Aya tonight, which won't be too easy considering that we seemed ready to lunge at each other's throats. Fortunately, neither one of Aya's parents are home right now and won't come until Monday because of their jobs, which gives me an advantahe as I get some time to think and come up with something out of this mess. And hopefully I will find something before they come back or I'll be dead. Literally. I honestly would not deal with the consequences of Hal finding out that I was 'alone' in his house with his daughter. I mean, he already made himself clear more than once what would happen if I would ever dare to lay a single finger on Aya... And let's just say that I am more afraid of what he could do to me than I am of my uncle finding out that I went behind his back. And that says enough.

I lift my head up of the pillow and wrinkle my nose. The lamp is on, sending a warm glow around the room but it couldn't be worse, I just feel too tired to reach over and turn it off. I feel too numb to do so and I honestly don't even care wheter the room is lit or not. I just want to sleep... possibly until all this shit it over. I sigh and make an effort, reaching over and managing to turn the lamp off, living me in almost complete darkness, except for the pale light that comes off from the moon. I bury my face back into the pillows, clenching my eyes shut tight. I really need some rest!

I groan and lift my head up again when I hear the sound of footsteps on the floor, squinting slightly at the figure walking towards me. "Razer..." My eyes widen slightly at the fatigue so obvious in her tone and I sit up, turning around so I can face her. Her eyes are unusually shiny and I can notice that even in the barely-lit up room and I realize with a start that she is so damn close to crying! She gives me a small, sad smile and sits down next to me, wiping at her eyes as she hesitantly bites down on her lower lip. "We need to talk." She states and crosses her arms over her chest.

I shake my head. "Aya-"

"No! Stop it. Stop it, Razer!" She cuts me off, her voice giving me a good clue on how things will develop: she speaks, I listen. "I was serious earlier. I was so damn serious." Her brows furrows a little as she speaks and she locks her gaze with mine. "I have grown tired of doing this, of playing this endless game and on you messing with me every fucking time." I feel my eyes widening at the fact that she cursed. "Do not give me that face! I am done with your bullshit, with your lies and with everything you do to me! I am done with you messing with my head, with my feelings and screwing with my mind."

"I- what?" I ask, slightly unsure of what I am supposed to react or to say to that. I was seriously not expecting that when she came in.

She huffs out a low, weak laugh and rolls her eyes. "Do I really have to repeat myself? Because I am quite sure that I have managed to make myself understood." She finishes off with a sigh. "You know, I have always thought that you were different. That you could easily understand other people's emotiond without having too much trouble with it. But I may have been wrong. You awfully suck at it." We both laugh at the last part.

"Am I really that bad at it?" I ask, half teasingly and half serious and she nods.

"Oh, trust me, you are." She answers with an amused smile across her lips. "And weirdly enough, I can not bring myself to blame you too much for that."

I raise an eyebrow at her words and cock my head to the side. "Meaning?"

She shrugs. "Take it whatever you are pleased with." She replies and winks at me.

"You're awful." I mumble.

"I know." She smirks and straightens up her back a little bit. "And I embrace it." We laugh again at her statement before her expression becomes dead serious once again and she moves a little closer to me. "But that is not the point."

"Then what's the point?" I ask teasingly, giving her an innocent smile.

She rolls her eyes and huffs, both gestures unsurprisingly cute. "The point is..." she gives me a pointed look before continuing. "I have comes here to talk and I believe that I do deserve some explanations." She takes in a small breath. "Saint Walker told me everything, Razer." I gulp and lower my eyes a little big, biting on the inside of my lower lip.

"What did he tell you?" I ask quietly and lift my gaze to meet hers, silently praying in my head that her brother didn't tell her what I confessed to him a while ago...

She shifts slightly on the bed as her eyes dart across my chest - my bare chest for that matter - before moving to my left arm... to my forearm, to be more exactly. "He said he recognized the signs... I did, too. But I believe I did not want to aknowledge it, I did not want to admit it was true. I knew what was happening but I refused to admit it." She shakes her head as she finishes, her voices cracking at the end of her speech.

"I..." My brow furrows slightly. "I don't understand. What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

She lets out a soft sigh and reaches over, taking hold of the back of my left hand and pulling it towards her. "This is what I am talking about." She answers, her gaze falling on my wrist... where my cuts stand out 'proudly' and are visible even in the almost non-existent light from the room. Shit! Of course! Of course she had to know! Of course she had to figure it out! "Why?" She asks softly, her voice so full of concern.

I huff and try to pull my hand out of hers only for her to tighten her grip on me. "Does it really matter to you?" I mumble and roll my eyes. "It's no big deal."

"No big deal?!" She almost grows, her hold tightening to the point that her knuckles turn white. "I tend to correct you, Razer. It is indeed a big deal. How could you do this to yourself? Why would you ever do this to yourself?" She gently starts tracing one of the cuts with her index finger, making me hiss silently as slight pain is instantly shot up my arm. Yep. Surely not healed yet.

"It's not important." I mutter. Her gaze lifts back to mine, her deep blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she seems to be looking straight into my soul. "It's just... it's stupid."

She scoffs. "Yes. It is an incredibly stupid thing to do and I was honestly not expecting you to be dumb enough to try it." My eyes widen at her words and I open my mouth to respond but she doesn't give me the chance to. "You get fed up with life, with everything that happens to you. You cut yourself to relieve the pain, the stress, all the bottled up emotions. And then, what? This crap only lasts for a couple of minutes and then what happens? You realize you can not get rid of your pain by doing this. But then you do it again. Over and over again. Time and time again, you hurt yourself, worse each time until one day when you feel like you just can't take it anymore. So what do you do then? You cut in deeper and deeper until you are satisfied and risk your own life? Give up on everything you have, everything you are only for a few minutes of 'release'? A 'release' that can destroy you? That is slowly killing you?" Tears start shining in the corners of her eyes and she shakes her head, the corners of her lips curving downward into a small frown.

I turn my gaze away from her and slump my shoulders. "I-I wasn't going to-"

"It all takes just one event to make you reconsider that." She cuts me off with a firm voice. "One event and you are dead. Literally. Tell me, is this how you want to end up? In a coffin because of your own stupidity?"

One event... Pretty close. It all requires one event... What about years lived in misery, beatings and remorse? Does it count as one big event that led to me doing this? I bite the inside of my cheek, barely managing to hold myself back from yelling those words in her face. "Aya, I'm not going to... I would never... I-" I sigh and trail off, unable to continue, and run my free hand through my hair.

"Do you have even the tiniest idea about how dangerous this is? Or how stupid? She asks, probably purposelly ignoring what I was trying to say. "People have died because of this. Or have barely managed to survive due to a last moment help, someone finding them just in time."

I barely regist her last sentence as a thought - a really shocking one really - occurrs to me. "You seem to know a lot about this. Speaking from experience?" I blurt out involuntarily, absentmindedly glancing down at her wrists and checking for any kind of tell-tale marks. I hear her breath hitch in her throat before I feel a stinging pain in my cheek. What...? I look at her in shock, her eyes hurt and her expression fierce and I finally realize what just happened... "What the hell? Why did you slap me for?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"You are such an asshole!" She replies and clenches her eyes shut, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. "I was only trying to help you but it seems that you are too much of an insensitive jerk to realize how your words hurt other people!" Her eyes open again and she wipes her tears away, retracting her hands from me and stopping any contact between us. What happened to her? I wasn't even serious, it was just a joke attempt...

"I didn't mean that. I was just-"

"Just acting like a total dick. Okay, no problem. I got it." She mumbles and turns her head away from me. "And I was not talking about myself, by the way. I was talking about my brother." She turns her back to me and starts to get down from the bed but I reach over and catch her wrist, stopping her movements. She glances over her shoulder at me and huffs. "What now? Or have you not hurt me enough already?"

I swallow hard at the pain obvious in her voice and tighten my grip on her wrist a little. "I'm sorry. I was an idiot to say something like that and assume that you..." I shake my head slightly and trail off, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry. Please... don't go."

Aya sighs and resumes her position in front of me and I slowly and reluctantly release her wrist. "Alright. But this does not change the fact that you were a dick." She gives me a pointed look and I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Sorry. It's just... you were talking so determinately about that and I guess I just didn't know what to make of it."

"It is alright. I..." She shifts her gaze to the side and nibbles absentmindedly at her lower lip. "I just can not stand the thought of anybody else going through that." She whispers and lowers her eyes, her voice cracking a little.

"What happened?" I ask curiously and take hold of both her hands.

She bites her lower lip and shuffles closer to me. "It happened barely half an year ago. He nearly died. None of us parents were home, they were out of the city with their respective jobs for a few days and they both trusted us that we would be okay by ourselves. They thought we could handle it, considered we were mature enough not to do anything stupid. I knew what he was doing... I had caught him one day, months before that but he had asked me not to tell our parents, promised that he was going to be careful not to do too much damange. I had known the risks... but I had not acted. So I let him do it. He managed to hide it well. But it was like a drug... He would usually only do it once or twice a week but I did notice it happening more often. I thought he was going to stop. I was hoping he would. As it turned out, that was not the case. When that occurred... in was night. I was in my room, listening to music and practically not caring about anything else. I had had this strange feeling that something was not quite right but I just kept ignoring it. Boy, was I wrong to do so! At some point I felt like something was really off so I decided to check up on him. I was shocked to see him like that... he was in his bathroom, in front of the mirror with blood all over his forearm and on the floor and in the sink and a blade in his hand. His eyes were dull, he was so pale, he had cut in too deep, had lost a lot of blood and... he looked like he might faint any moment. I... At first I thought it was some sort of a bad joke but it was real... I was so scared... I thought I would lose him." She wipes at her eyes and makes a small pause, looking at me with this big, teary eyes. "Fortunately I found him in time. But if I was a few minutes late..." She shakes her head and trails off and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my chest and resting my chin on the top of her head.

"Shhh..." I whisper when I feel her starting to tremble against me. "I'm sorry to hear that." I murmur and gently rub her back in an attempt to comfort her.

"I told you about that with a reason, Razer." She says and lifts her head, smiling sadly at me. "I can not stand the thought of anybody else going through that." She repeats with a sigh. "I... I can not stand the thought of you going through that." She whispers somehow hesitantly.

I shake my head and place my her shoulders, pulling her back a little and my brow furrows. "Why? Why would you care if that happened to me? How and why would that affect you?" I swallow and lower my eyes from hers, my gaze falling on her lips. "Why would matter to you if anything bad happened to me?" I ask, this time a little softer.

"Because I care about you, you idiot!" She snaps, practically yelling the words in my face, her breathing quickening slightly and I feel my eyes widening in... shock? "I care about you." She repeats almost hesitantly and bites her lower lip. "And... and there is kindess within you. There is something good and beautiful and amazing within you and I want to pull it out, to see it, to set it free. But I can not do that if you do not let me, I will not be able to do that unless you allow me to get close to you. Please, Razer, do not shut me out. I know you you may not realize it but... but I really care about you. I know I was not supposed to feel anything like that but I-"

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" I ask though I'm not sure wheter she heard me or not.

"And yet here I am, trying to make sense of something in all this mess when I am aware that nothing makes sense anymore and I... I am so damn confused by everything that has been happening to me since I met you because everything in my head is no more than a buzzy mess." Her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes widen slightly and the terrified way she looks at me makes me believe she wishes she had not said all that.

"Was that a confession?" I mumble the first thing that comes to mind and wince a little when she hangs her head.

"Maybe..." She whispers, her voice barely auditible and I can detect a slight shyness in her tone.

I can't help the small smile that takes hold of my lips at how innocently cute she is and I dip my index finger beneath her chin, lifting her face back up to look at me. "Okay. I was just making sure."

"Making sure of what?" She raises an eyebrow and I hold back a laugh at the obvious confusion in her voice.

"That it was okay to do this." I tangle one of my hands through her hair while resting the other on her hip as I bend down and press my lips against hers, kissing her softly. I feel her body tensing against mine before she relaxes and almost hesitantly wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I slowly move my hand from her hip to her waist and tilt my head slightly to the side, trying not to rush into anything. Her lips are so sweet and soft, her taste intoxicating, her sweet, mint scent invades my nostrils and gives me a dizzy, pleasant-sort of feeling and the warmth radiating from her body makes me want to hold her as close to me as possible.

I tug at her lower lip with my teeth for one short moment before breaking away from her lips... with much reluctance. Aya's eyes flutter open and her cheeks turn a - unsurprisingly cute - shade of pink and a small, almost shy smile spreads across her lips and she sighs, resting her forehead against mine shoulder. "I honestly have not seen that as an likely outcome of this night." She mumbles and tightens her arms around me.

I lean my head against hers and rest both my hands on her waist. "I know."

"You drive me crazy." She sighs and I swear I heard a smirk creeping over her lips at that.

"I know that too." I reply and chuckle.

"But weirdly enough I sort of like it."

"I know-" I cut myself off once I realize what she's just said and she snorts. "Now that's something I didn't see coming."

"That I know." She sniggers.

"Then we're even." We both laugh and I kiss her temple. I lower us down on the bed, lying on my back as Aya shifts a little and rests her hand on my chest, her head still on my shoulder. "I'm sorry." I blurt out involuntarily and place my hand over hers from my chest.

"What are you sorry for?"

I shrug slightly. "For dragging you into my mess."

"I guess I brought it over myself the day I met you." She laces our fingers together and I brush my thumb over hers. "But, a little danger can be exciting, don't you think?" She teases and I turn my head to look at her.

"Maybe." I agree and chuckle.

"Only maybe?"

I raise an eyebrow. "What else did you want me to say?"

"I am not too sure." She admits and shrugs.

I roll onto my side to face her better and kiss her forehead. "You're just teasing me."

"Mhm... maybe." She smirks and I roll my eyes. "Can you blame me though?"

"No, not really."

"My point exactly." She winks at me and before I have the chance to register what is happening, she presses her lips against mine. I make a pleased sound - something that is somewhere between a purr and a moan - and I return the kiss eagerly only for her to pull back a few seconds later.

I sigh and rub my nose against hers, bringing one of my hands up to her face and tucking a few rebellious stray bangs behind her ear. "You know, I think this is the most normal conversation we've ever had." I chuckle.

"I guess." She answers with a short laugh. "And it must be one of the few times when we do not argue."

I shrug. "We don't agrue that much."

She rolls her eyes and smirks. "How long has it been since our last fight?"

"Okay, maybe we do argue a lot." I admit and twist a strand if her hair around my index finger. "However, I guess it's just how whatever is between us works."

The corners of her lips quirk upward into a small smile. "I guess." She snuggles deeper against me and looks up at me with her deep blue eyes that seem to shine, a soft little sigh escaping her and she slowly brushes her thumb against mine. "I like this better." She whispers sleepily and I look down at her, a small smirk pulling at the corners of my lips.

"So do I." I answer and place a quick kiss on the top of her head. A soft giggle escapes her and she closes her eyes, a relaxed expression on her face. I close my eyes as well and feel a small smile taking hold of my lips, a cozy, pleasant feeling flooding me. It has been such a long time since I had last felt this good, this comfortable. My proplems seem like nothing important compared to this, all I care about right now is to cherish this moment. At least for one night, I can let go of my problems and allow myself to relax. I'm not implied in nothing illegal, I'm not here hiding someone from my uncle; I'm just a normal boy and I'm sharing a bed with the girl I'm crazy about. That can't be all that hard for me to do, can it?


My eyes flutter open and I blink fast, trying to clear my sleep blurred vision though the only thing in my mind is to just keep sleeping. Sighing, I close my eyes again and huddle up in the bed and inhale, a familiar mint scent filling my nostrils. Wait... what?! My eyes snap open and this time I do focus on my surroundings. I feel my breath catching in my throat as my gaze lands on Aya's sleeping form cuddled up against me, her back pressed against my chest and my arms wrapped tight around her. Memories from last night start coming back to me and I let out a half relieved breath at the fact that what happened last night hadn't been only my imagination.

Aya makes a small sound in her sleep and turns around in my arms, a relaxed expression on her face and her silvery blonde hair practically glowing and making her look angelic. I kiss her forehead and pull her even closer to me, enjoying the warmth her body has to offer.

She stirrs a little and a small little noise escapes her as she buries her face in the crook of her neck, her breath curling hot against my flesh and making goosebumps raise on my skin. I lift one of my hands up and brush her hair out of her face, gently tucking the soft strands behind her ears and she makes another small noise that would closely resemble a moan. I can't help but smile a little at that and I twist a curl of her hair around my index finger as I place a soft little kiss on her temple. I watch as a small smile takes hold of her lips and her eyes flutter open, her smile growing when she looks up at me.

"Morning, Aya." I whisper and continue playing with her hair.

"Morning." She whispers back and huddles herself up against me, her arms circling my neck as she nuzzles her nose against mine. "Razer, I... I want to ask you something."

I swallow down hard at when I hear the seriousness in her tone and see the way her expression becomes a solemn one, her smile being replaced with a small frown. "Sure." I manage. "What is it?"

"I..." She bites her lower lip hesitantly before taking a deep breath, her eyes shinign with determination. "I want to know something. I do not want to make you think I am one of those clingy girls that questions everything but I seriously need to know what is going on between us. I can not do this without knowing what exactly is that we have. I need to know it for my sanity."

I sigh and curl my fingers through her soft hair, a tiny ounce of uncertainity dwelling in the pit of my stomach. Just what exactly is she to me? What do we have together? I can't deny the attraction I feel for her or the way she can so easily make me smile every time I see her and I know that without her here I would'd be able to go another day but I'm exactly sure what's going on between us.

"I don't know." I admit truthfully after a few seconds of silence. Why would I lie to the only person who has treated me like a human being when I can simply just tell her the truth and hope for the best?

"Neither do I." She whispers in a low voice and looks at me with her innocent, deep blue eyes. "Do you think I am clingy for asking such a question?"

I shake my head. "No. Do you hate me for not having a proper answer for your question?"

She huffs put a soft, heart-warming laugh and playfully shoves at my chest. "Of course not." She gives me one of her sweet smiles though I can detect a slight pain deep in her eyes. "I just-"

"I really like you." I blurt out almost involuntarily, cutting her off and it takes me less than a second to realize what I've just confessed.

"You... you what?" Her eyes widen minutely as they dart all over my face and I feel my cheeks starting to heat up.

"I... I'm sorry. It's just... I mean, you're great and I..." Great! Not only do I speak without even thinking but now I'm unable of forming one coherent sentence!

Shaking her head, Aya laughs again and leans up, pressing her lips against mine in a soft kiss, making me let out a low gasp of surprise. "You talk too much." She whispers and tugs at my lower lip with her teeth before pulling away and grinning up at me.

"Aya?" I ask, slightly uncertain about what's going on.

"I care about you, okay? I really do and I... I can't help the feeling I get every time I am around you." She bites her lower lip and lowers her eyes coyly. I lift my one of my hands up and cup the side of her face in my palm, brushing my thumb over her cheek.

"I... never knew."

She gives me an unimpressed look and sighs. "I kissed you and I allowed you to share a bed with me, not to talk about making you small favors since meeting you. I would say my behaviour was a give away of my... feelings for you."

I nod slightly and place a soft kiss on her lips. "Well, if you put it that way..." She laughs and leans up, pressing her lips against mine in a passionate kiss, letting out a low moan into my mouth and I growl silently, rolling us over so that I am on top of her. She gasps and cups the side of my face in her palm, her other hand moving across my chest down to my abdomen and I can't help but moan into her mouth when I feel her drawing small patterns over my skin. I glide one of my hands beneath her pajama top, her skin hot beneath my touch and she moans, slowly running her fingers through my hair. I tug at her lower lip with my teeth for one short moment, causing a small moan to escape her before I break the kiss and nuzzle my nose against hers, fighting to regain my breath. Her eyes flutter open, her face radiant and a small smile forming across her lips as her blue gaze locks with mine.

"So, our thing..." She starts, her cheeks turning a cute pink. I raise an eyebrow at her as she bites one the inside of her cheek. "Is it okay with you if we keep it a secret for a while? From everybody? I need some time to see where this is going and to sort things out before we say anything." She shifts her eyes to the side and her nose wrinkles cutely.

"Sure. Whatever you want." I reply after a few moments and peck her cheek.

"Wait, what? Really?" Her gaze meets mine again, her brow furrowing slightly.

I shrug lightly. "Yeah. It's no hurry to announce... our thing and with everything going on right now... Take your time."

Her arms go around my neck and she places a soft kiss on my cheek, hugging me tightly. "Thank you, Razer."

I feel a slight smile taking hold of my lips. "You are welcome, Aya."


And this is it. I hope you liked it.

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