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Fuck, fuck, fucky, fuck, fuck, damn.
Wow, I feel like I'm in one of those bad South Park re-runs. (Not the good ones, the bad ones)
Whoa, sorry, steering back on topic. Now, where was I? Ah, yes.
Fuck, fuck, fucky, fuck, fuck, damn.
I'm going to be late to school. Well, I'm going to be later to school than I normally am. And it's my second day! I'm screwed.
I threw on my clothes not totally paying attention to what they are. If I'm really all that close to being a Cullen, Alice probably will be prepared, considering she knows what I'm wearing. I went for the natural look today, just sliding on some brow eye shadow while gurgling mouthwash (I'm gifted in the ways of multitasking). Yum, it's orange Listerine, got to love that burn (not completely affirmative on the sarcasm here).
I jumped down the stairs, literally missing them, and running into the opposite facing wall in the process. Oh, hello wall. It's nice to see you again. And floor, it was a pleasure. I hope I won't be seeing you anytime soon.
I picked myself up and brushed off the dog hair that covered my jeans. Oh, so I'm wearing dark wash - almost black - jeans. 'Kay that's cool.
I slid into the kitchen at top speed on my socks. They were cute pink and purple polka-dotted black no-shows. What only made them cuter was that one dot was actually a gummy bear's face. Not telling which one!
While sliding into the kitchen I failed to factor in the island. Aka: I slammed into it. Ouch, that's going to hurt in the morning.
I bounced off the island and dived for the pop tarts. Yeah, that's right, I love my pop tarts. I've got iced strawberry. I don't want to hear it; iced strawberry is the best pop tart out of them all. Don't even say brow sugar. I will stab you in the jaw if you say brow sugar. Just see me later and I'll be the one stabbing people in the jaw. Come up, say hello, and I'll stab you in the jaw. (Diluted quote from a Dane Cook comedian act. Check it out, hilarious)
Score, got my pop tart! I didn't bother toasting it. I just grabbed my purse that I threw on the island after I had my little tête-à-tête with the floor.
I rushed my way out the door, praying to God that I didn't forget anything. I jumped behind the wheel of my cutesy car and revved the engine before slamming down on the gas and rejoicing in the sound of the tires protesting as the car screamed forward.
I grinned. Looks like I'm going to make it after all. Let's just pray that I don't have any unexpected problems. 'Cause I don't see traffic as being a problem here. I snorted. Traffic in Forks? It's like an oxymoron. Right up there with 'good morning'.
Then a silver car just about flew out of the trees and cut me off before slamming on their brakes.
"HOLY SHIT!" I slammed on my brakes not even caring that I could have just fucked up my brakes because I'm in fifth gear.
I ground my teeth together. Did I really just self prophesize myself? And I really wanted to be on time!
I opened my door and slammed it shut before making my way up to the offending silver car- not even caring who was in there.
I got up to the driver's window before stopping dead in my tracks. The window was rolled down and a now familiar face was looking back at me with a smug but slightly annoyed smirk on their face.
"You have GOT to be fucking me big time." Edward frowned.
"You have a serious potty mouth. You need to wash that out with soap. You know that men don't find that very endearing." I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Like I give a shit what men find endearing. It's not like in nearing the end of my fertile years. I've got some good chances still ahead of me." He rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I meant." I grinned.
"I know." He frowned again. Then Bella's head popped out from behind him and was suddenly leaning all the way over Edward's lap with her head out the window. Whoa, unexpected.
"Careful there, Bella, you know what Edward's probably thinking right now." She rolled her eyes. Edward didn't do anything, though. That's enough confirmation for me. I smirked at him. He didn't react. Boo, party pooper. "Wait, what's up with all the slamming of the breaks?" Edward rolled his eyes.
"Ask Alice, and don't take too long, I don't want to be late." Bella said before disappearing back behind Edward who just shrugged. Ugh, annoying. I didn't want to be late either, that's why I went through all that rushing and the chatting with floors. Ugh, all wasted. But I do have a sudden song in my head.
"Go ask Alice. When she's ten feet tall." I grinned, Edward wasn't grinning.
"And if you go chasing rabbits. And you know you're going to fall." I got really happy all of a sudden and started belting out the lyrics,
"Tell 'em a hookah, smoking caterpillar. Has given you the call. Call Alice. When she was just small." I stopped singing and froze. My head was spinning from all the eerie happiness. I'm dizzy. Whoa. I looked back up at the car. Edward was grinning now. But it looked suspiciously like he was making fun of me. Huff.
I heard chucking behind me. I turned around slowly, so as not to make the spinning worse. Alice was standing there in all her glory, shielding her giggles with her hand. Huff…again.
Then she just, kind of, jumped on me. Hugging me. Wow! Even more unexpected! I leaned back a little, and she let me.
"Okay, so what's with all the sudden boisterous happy feelings?" I inquired (I love that word!). I just about jumped out of my skin when I heard an unexpected voice come from behind me.
"I felt bad about yesterday, so I wanted to make up for it by making you happy today." I turned around to see Jasper still I the car with the window down, smiling kindly at me. I sighed. What did I expect? A serial killer? No, not a cereal killer. And who would want to kill cereal? What did it do to you?! The poor little wheat flakes were just floating in their milk, minding their own business, when, BAM! The cereal killer strikes again! Have to say, I've never seen the headline Cereal Killer on the Rise, Ten Frosted Flakes Casualties So Far. Sniff. Poor tiger. He was grrrrrrreat.
How the hell did I get on that subject? Back to reality. Well, kind of.
I cocked my head to the side and gave Jasper one of those 'raise one eyebrow, I'm questioning your sanity' faces.
"Why did you feel bad? Did you drive by an abortion clinic?" Edward snorted. Sounds like someone doesn't like my humor. Well, tough!
Jasper shook his head solemnly.
"Oh, no. None of that, Mr. Whitlock." He got a confused look on his face, then a really far off look. What did I say?
"No one has called me 'Mr. Whitlock' in years." He didn't seem all that pleased that I had broken the streak now. Oops.
"Uh…" I fumbled for my superior vocabulary (snort, jk), "How about Major Whitlock?" His eyes snapped back from la-la land. Or wherever he went with those glossy eyes.
"No. This is not 1863. I'm not there, and I don't want to return." His tone was hard and cold. I took an unintentional step back. I wasn't afraid of him, per se; I didn't want to be too close to an empath that's giving off those kinds of emotions. Not really my trip down a waterslide, if you know what I mean. Which…you probably don't because I think like I talk, jumbled and random.
"Okay, Jazzy, that's my bad." He sighed and slipped his forefinger and thumb over the bridge of his nose to pinch it. I grinned. "You're like Ed!" He looked back up at me.
"Your emotions are so strange and…unexpected." I shrugged, still grinning.
"I'm like a pregnant woman with ADD, hormonal and jumping from one thing to the next. I guess that's what got her pregnant in the first place." I heard Alice's tinkling laugh from behind me (where she was still standing). Jasper sighed again.
"And what's with the nicknames? Can't you just call us by our regular names?" I mulled that over for him, or I pretended to. Then I shook my head and smiled lightly.
"I could…" I grinned, "But I'm not going to." He frowned, I held up my hand to signal that I shall be continuing my little vocal endeavor (aka: whatever the hell I'm saying), "I need to change it up, Jazz, get some excitement out of life. And you guys have such long names. Besides, all the girls have nicknames, why not you?" He stopped short.
"Esme doesn't have a nickname." I rolled my eyes. Psh, the male mind does not work wonders.
"Esme's name is already only four letters and easy. She doesn't need a nickname, and you don't know if I'll call her a nickname. You'll just have to wait and see." I shrugged and gave him my best mischievous/evil smile. Ha, ha, ha.
"Look, Bella has 'Bella' from 'Isabella', Alice's original name is 'Mary', and Rosalie has 'Rose' from her name. And your names are even longer! 'Jasper', 'Emmett', 'Edward', all three are rather long names, you have to admit." He sighed again.
"Either way, it looks like I can't do anything about you calling me whatever it is that you plan to call me." I smiled.
"Nope!" I shrilled. BO' JANGLES! I'm going to be late!
"OH SHIT!" Edward tisk-tisked (not a word, but that's okay) at my cursing. I would have rolled my eyes if I wasn't so preoccupied with the fact that I'm going to be late on my second day. Make me want to scream!
"Do you curse this much in your mind as well?" I glared at Edward.
"I wouldn't be cursing if you weren't making me late to school. And remind me, why exactly that was?" I was dripping sarcasm. They just make me feel so…gr. There are no adjectives to describe my feelings. Edward rolled his eyes at my sarcasm and looked pointedly at Alice.
"As Bella said, ask her."
"Wow, sounds like you love your sister so much." He rolled his eyes again.
"Want to lay off the sarcasm a bit?" I shook my head.
"No thanks." I turned around to see Alice looking me up and down with a judging frown on her face. "So, Ally, what's the scoop?" She looked up and smiled.
"Ally. I like it!" I grinned a little, but mostly just rolled my eyes.
"The scoop?" I edged. She snapped her fingers, scaring the living hell out of me.
"I know exactly what you need!" She grinned mischievously before somehow grabbing me and getting me into my car in the same second. Damn, these vamps have some serious speed. Then I got clothes thrown on me. Of, course. It's Alice.
"I'm sorry, Ella, but you have horrible fashion no-no's going on." She shook her head at me. I looked down at my outfit. What? I thought I looked okay. I had a wicked amazing Aerosmith t-shirt on with my dark wash jeans that hugged my curves and my old beat up red converse. I actually did pretty well considering the rush I was in. But then again, I always wear a t-shirt (if I have one clean) and comfy jeans. I don't get those skinny jeans that don't let you sit down and make you feel like your ass is going to implode into your body any second. If they fit you, fine. But if you belong in a size three, don't buy a size one. You'll look like a hoochie mama. That's not the look for me. And my converse and I are just inseparable, so don't even try to go there.
"I'm not that bad, right, Alice?" She looked down at me, thought for a second, then rolled her eyes.
"It's like Bella all over again. You look boring! A t-shirt and jeans?" She rolled her eyes again, "Honestly."
"Hey I don't work at a Rocking Robin, I have no flare quota. And besides, Aerosmith is cool." I looked over at Edward, aka: the music dude, for some support. Only to be shot down. He shook his head and sighed.
"Ella, just go with it. The sooner you let her change you, the sooner you get to school." I frowned at him. Way to throw me to the tigers! She might be a five-foot pixy-like tiger, but she has claws! Kind of.
I grumbled at the unhelpful vampires and pulled myself to the backseat which had just a bit more tint in the windows than the front. Alice squealed and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Alice, get in the car and drive. If you drive and I change in the back we can maybe make it to school on time." She smiled and nodded. Then she skipped over to the driver's side, slid in, and started up the car.
"Wait." I looked up from the hem of my Aerosmith t-shirt at Bella. "Can you even manage to change in the back of a moving vehicle?" I grinned at her and waved it off.
"I'm fine; I've done this a ton of times." Emmett started laughing.
"Like I said, not as innocent as we thought!" I turned to him and rolled my eyes again.
"No, Emmett, I meant for when I needed to change into track clothes and stuff like that." He stopped laughing and pouted.
"Really?" I giggled.
"Yeah, Emmett, really." He still pouted. Aw, he looks so cute like that. Like a gigantic little kid. I smiled and giggled again.
"Okay, okay, let's go." Looks like Bella's in a no-nonsense mood today. Wonder what's up her ass? Or what isn't. Ugh, never mind.
Everyone got into their separate cars i.e. Alice and I in mine, Rose and Emmett in Rose's, and Jasper, Bella, and Edward in Edward's incredible Volvo. I leaned back into my soft and fuzzy-ish seats as the cars zoomed forward. Sigh, time to change. I took off my t-shirt to reveal my black bra. No lace, sorry, but it's not like I really want anyone to see it right now, so I'm going for I simple. Then I grabbed the shirt Alice got me. It was light gray tube top that almost looked lavender and was low enough to show the top of my black bra (not counting the straps). But Alice told me to wear it, and it's just one day. I can make it. Sigh, I hope. I looked around for some pants, but there wasn't any.
"Alice? You want me to wear pants?" She giggled.
"Yeah, you can just wear the jeans you have one, they're nice. But change your shoes." Oh, well she likes my jeans. I looked at the shoes on the seat next to me. No. Way.
"Alice!" I had a winy voice. Yeah, I was complaining. "You want me to wear stilettos?" She mumbled something.
"Yes. Now, no complaining. You don't seem as clumsy as Bella was." I sighed and shook my head and sighed.
"No, I'm not clumsy. But I just don't want to wear stilettos. I'm not saying I can't walk in them, I'm saying I love my converse! I have separation issues!" She turned around and gave me a look.
"Separation issues?" I nodded. What? I'm allowed to love my shoes! They're awesome shoes! Alice sighed at my pouting face, "Just wear the stilettos and I'll buy you some new converse. It won't kill you." I raised my eyebrows at her. She'd really willingly purchase converse for me just to get me to wear her shoes for one day? Wow, I guess they're richer than I thought.
"You'll buy me converse? Really?" She nodded and grinned.
"You'll wear the shoes?!" I nodded slowly.
"You know that's kind of a waste of money." She rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry about it." I shrugged. Whatever. If she wants to waist her money, then who am I to stop her? I pulled off my converse. Aw, I'll miss you, shoes. Then I grabbed the stilettos sliding them on each foot. My toenails were painted midnight purple. They kind of shimmered in the light, but it doesn't look there'll be much light here in Forks.
"Ow!" Something hit me in the head. I looked down at the hurtful object in my lap. Lip gloss. Sigh. "Alice, lip gloss? I don't have a mirror handy, sorry." She turned around again. What's with them and not looking at the road? Do they like getting into car accidents? Still mortal here!
"You'll put it on at school then." I sighed.
"Fine." I mumbled. Then I kicked my legs over the center between the driver and passenger seats and slid into the passenger seat. "Huff!" I landed not so gracefully on my butt. But that's what belongs on a seat! Your seat! Ha, lame…
The car pulled into the school lot just then. I hopped out of my seat and just about ran over to the driver seat to grab my keys and lock it.
"You know, you don't need to worry about someone stealing your car here in Forks. The population is 3,221, not exactly a big city." I shrugged.
"Force of habit." I turned around to find a boy that I don't know. Huh. He looked okay. He had pale skin (as many people here have) and dark brown tousled hair. He had that 'just rolled out of bed' look. That's cool. I'm not really for the gelled look. If you over do it, you always look either gay or desperate. And if you're trying to pick up chicks, I don't think you want to be either.
"Hi, I'm Devon." He smiled and reached out a hand for me to shake. I smiled a little and shook his hand. No need to be rude. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you're the new girl." I rolled my eyes.
"Really? What was the tip off? The fact that you get like one new kid every twenty years? Or that I'm tan?" He chuckled.
"Good points." I grinned. At least the boy has some sense of humor. Then Alice came up to me and handed me a leather bag. I gave the mysterious bag a questioning look, and then I turned to give the look to Alice.
"What's this?" She rolled her eyes.
"Makeup. Do you need help putting it on?" I rolled my eyes back at her.
"Don't worry, I'm a big girl. I usually do put on a little makeup, Alice. I didn't have time today, though. But don't expect me to glob it on. I'm trying to be the first proud prostitute of Forks. That is assuming that there are no prostitutes in Forks. But if not, I don't want to be the first." She just looked at me for a second then turned away.
"You better use it before lunch!" She called over her shoulder as she skipped away to Jasper, grabbing his hand as he smiled down at her. I sighed and looked back up to the boy still standing over me.
"So you know her?" He had his thumb pointed back towards Alice's retreating form. I shrugged.
"Kind of." No need to get into any gory details. He raised his eyebrows.
"Really? They don't talk to anyone? How do you know them?" I frowned a little. Noisy much? Eh, I would have asked too. Heh, heh.
"It's a long story." Aka: butt the hell out. Or: not going to tell you. He caught the message and didn't ask anymore. Then he looked at my car.
"Nice car. Volkswagen Jetta. What year?" I smiled up at him. Looks like he knows his cars.
"'08." he smiled.
"Nice again. How do you get a hold of one of these in Forks?" I shrugged.
"You have to know the right people. Or not know." He got a completely cute confused look on his face. I just waved it off, "Don't worry about it. But I sort of need to get to class. So if you want to walk, that'd be great." I hinted. Once again, he got the message. But who wouldn't? I spelled it out for him. Ah, oh well.
We started walking towards building A.
"So what class do you have next?" He asked.
"Ugh, Algebra II." He looked surprised.
"You don't seem too happy about that." I nodded.
"I've already taken it. I should be taking Calculus, but Forks high, doesn't offer it." He seemed surprised.
"I'm taking Algebra II now too." I smiled and shrugged. Okay…was I supposed to be jumping with joy right now or something? "Ms. Harper's class?" I shrugged again.
"Sure. I don't know. I don't really pay all that much attention to teacher's names. Sorry." He gave a half shrug. What? I can't even get a full shrug? Way to flatter a girl.
"That's okay. I guess we'll find out." I nodded silently. We just walked on. I wasn't all that uncomfortable. But I don't think he's used to girls that don't care. He's obviously good looking, so I wonder why he's talking to me in the first place. But whatever. I'm not going to ask why just to stroke his ego. Like I said, I'm impartial.
"Can I sign your cast?" He asked. What? I looked down at my left arm still sheathed in plaster. Oh, forgot. I looked up at him and shrugged. Why not?
"Eh, sure. You got a sharpie?" He nodded and dug around in his bag while we walked on. I'm not stopping for anything. I don't need a detention. It's not like I won't get enough without them being from being tardy too often. Yeah, so I might be kind of a trouble maker. Whatever. It's not killing anyone. Right?
He finally fished out a sharpie just as we entered the math room. I took my seat in the back. I picked it out yesterday, and I plan to keep it all year. Back row is choice seating. Not giving that up.
Devon grinned down at me and help up the sharpie triumphantly as though he just won the Boston Marathon. Hello? You found a sharpie. Not exactly Nobel Prize worthy. Sorry. I leaned over my desk with my left arm out so he could sign it. He looked down and got caught in the fact that my top was way too low for comfort. I rolled my eyes.
"You're going to sign it or what?" He blinked at me. Hello? I raised my eyebrows at him, "You awake in there?" He blinked again and shook his head. I'm going to go ahead and suppose that he's shaking off any, ahem, improper thoughts.
"Y-yeah." I rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking. He signed his name quickly and backed up a bit. I smiled at him trying to give off that polite vibe. Let's hope I'm succeeding. He gave me a lopsided grin and skittered off to his seat in the third row from the front. Ah, lame seating. Too close for comfort.
I sat down and pulled up my tube top a bit trying to avoid another boob shot. It doesn't look like I'm going to get to achieve that, the top is tight.
"Hello." I looked up at the guy sitting down beside me. He was okay as far as looks went. But he had something about him. He was giving me a sarcastic grin. He screamed troublemaker. No wonder he's sitting in the back. Looks like someone likes to play the practical jokes. Me like-y.
I grinned and nodded.
"Hey. I'm Ella." He nodded back, his sarcastic grin spreading.
"Matthew." I frowned. Matthew? Eh, boring name. He needs something more exciting for the look he's got going on.
"You got a nickname, Matthew?" He looked confused for a second and shook his head.
"Nah. Why?"
"You don't look lame enough to be a 'Matthew'. What's your last name?" He blinked at me and then chuckled.
"You're blunt, aren't you?" I shrugged, he chuckled again, "My name's Dwyer. Exciting enough for you?" I grinned. Dwyer. Sound familiar to you? It sure as hell does to me! I nodded.
"Hell yeah, Dwyer. Consider yourself named." He grinned again.
"Alright. You got a last name, Ella? Or do you like your namesake." I wrinkled my nose at him.
"Ella is already a nickname, but I'm keeping my original name very hush-hush, if you get where I'm coming from. Let's just pretend I don't have a last name, okay? It's Grace, but if you got something better, let me know. Don't call me Grace, 'kay?" He nodded and shrugged.
"Ella it is. I'm a little low on the creativity scale." I shrugged back.
"It's cool." His eyes traveled down to my left arm and then back up to me, looking a bit more frazzled.
"What's with the arm, Ella?" I frowned.
"Look, I don't know how things work around here, but I find that everyone is entitled to their secrets. Let's make this one of the many." He gave me an appraising look.
"You're a mysterious girl, Ella. You make my head spin."
"Well, it seems to me there are already enough things in Forks to keep it spinning for a while." He looked confused. I would be too. That sounded like I shot up this morning. Damn, I need to work on my talking skills.
The door slammed shut then. I snapped my head up to the teacher walking into the room. Not the same one as yesterday. Huh. Wonder what that's about.
"New girl, stand." Huh? The man stopped walking towards his desk and turned to me standing like a general in the military. What did I do now? "Did I stutter, new girl? I said stand!" Whoa, not arguing with that. I stood up quickly.
"New girl, you got a name?" I nodded slowly. I feel like if I move any faster he's going to explode on me.
"Yeah, I got a name." He scowled.
"You want to share it with the class." I shrugged.
"Eh, why not? It's Ella." He kept his scowl on.
"You being smart with me, new girl?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Isn't this an honors class?" There were a few stray chuckles but they stopped when they saw the look on Mr. General up there.
"I don't tolerate smartass behavior in my class. I don't know where you came from, and I don't care. But as far as I'm concerned you won't act that way again in my class. All the kids that go to this school need military training, straitens the back." I gave him a grin. Ah, hell no.
"Really? 'Because I've had military training, and I still like to slouch now and again." He looked really pissed. Uh, maybe I crossed some line I don't know about. But then his face changed. If he wasn't so freaky I'd think he was smiling.
"You have been in the military? How old are you, maggot?" I had to repress rolling my eyes.
"I'm seventeen. It was only a year when I lived in Massachusetts." He didn't change his expression much.
"How old were you, new girl?"
"Fifteen, right out of junior high." He appraised me.
"Fifteen? Why'd you leave?" Now I did roll my eyes, just a little.
"It's never a child's decision. But my experience was my own, as was everything preceding it." In all honesty, there were some things about that place that I liked. Mostly the fact that everything was no-questions-asked. Makes life easier, you know? And, damn, did anyone else notice how frightening of a math teacher this guy is? He's supposed to be teaching Algebra, not drafting kids!
Mr. General nodded curtly and turned on his heal to the chalkboard. Will I never get to learn his name?
He wrote something on the board then backed up.
"Answer the question, maggot." I looked at the board. He wrote a math question on there in scribbled hand writing. How did this guy pass education collage?
"Quantity two x plus nine, times quantity two x minus seven." He wrote factor four x squared plus four x minus sixty three on the board. So I did. Ah, the ease of factoring trinomials, it is so boring, but somehow still makes the world go 'round. He narrowed his eyes a little. Wow, people at this school are really suspicious of new folks. Do I look like I plan on going on a killing spree through Forks or something?
"Is that your final answer?" Is this Jeopardy? Yes it's my final answer! I just nodded for him. Damn, this guy needs some pills.
"It is correct." He didn't really have an expression on his face, he looked like robot man. "Open your books!" He barked like a dog. I took that as my cue to sit down. I leaned down in my chair and sighed. Phew, he didn't move me to the front.
Wow that was a random place to leave it. I feel nothing coming on at all. No cliff hanger or anything. This author is lame sauce. I need some foreshadowing or something. *snaps fingers* I got it!
Here is a bit of the next chapter to keep you biting:
"Angel of little makeup has failed me." She got a really confused look on her face and cocked her head to the side slightly.
"Huh?" I shook my head and smiled a little. Heh, heh, Bella's confused.
"You, the angel of little makeup, has failed to save me from the demon in the form that is Alice." She smiled and giggled.
"Now you know how I felt." I wrinkled my nose.
"And why did I have to know that? Huh?" She just smiled and walked off. Gr, Bella, gr.
So does anyone else get the feeling that was really random? Yeah, I just picked a random conversation that I'll be having. But wait! How do I know that I will be having this conversation? Can I see into the future?! Gah?!
Nah, that would be cool, though.
Eh, ha, ha.
Sorry to all the Matthew lovers out there, but I know a lot of Matthews, so I find the name rather blah. One even happens to be related to me.
Does anyone else find it strange that I know SIX Matthews that are all good at math? I mean, they all take like AP math and they are all in the same class. Creepy?
But I do know another Matthew who is very…not so good at school. And not to be cliché, but he also happens to be on our state championship football team. Eh, whatever.
RANDOM MATTHEW FACTS CLOGGING UP A/N! GAH!
Also, I can't update until next week, so this is Happy Thanksgiving!
R&R
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