"New Horizons"
The air around the table seemed to tingle with electricity as Rhonda patiently waited for Arnold to delegate the decision to her. After a span of nearly two minutes during which neither party said anything, it became apparent to Rhonda that he wasn't going to be the first to speak. Rhonda took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and smiled at the boy she loved with all her heart. Pataki had good taste in men, she had to credit Helga with that. If there was one thing Rhonda envied the girl for, it wasn't her fleeting marriage to Arnold. It was the way in which Helga had always seen in him what had only become visible to Rhonda within the past few months. Arnold is the perfect guy. No one else could possibly compare. She had to do something. Arnold had definitely come to see something in Helga. Rhonda had no idea what, only that it presented a clear and present danger to her ever patching things up with Arnold. That could not be allowed to continue. But how can I convince him that I'm the one who's right for him? Rhonda drummed her fingers on the table, deep in thought. There must be something I can appeal to, some way I can- Rhonda's entire face seemed to light up. She had him. Rhonda rested her chin in her palms and shot Arnold a lazy, rather enticing look. Her deep, black hair fell around her face perfectly, framing her best features. All she needed now was the right voice. "Right now, you're thinking about leaving with me tonight, going off to live happily ever after in the lap of luxury, what it would be like to wake up next to me every morning, the love we both share. But you're also thinking about her. Where Helga has gone to, and if she'll ever come back. If you're supposed to wait for her, or go with me. If she'll want you back. Right now, you're thinking that the chance to stay with me forever sounds almost too good to be true. And you're wondering if taking a risk, if gambling on Helga in spite of the odds is the right choice to make."
"Yes." Arnold said softly, his eyes growing moist.
"I can't speak for what's in your heart, Arnold. Only you have that power. But I'm in love with you. Dwell on that for awhile, okay? I love you. Just me, as I am. Don't think of me as Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, fashion maven and rich bitch extraordinaire. I'm just me. Just Rhonda. The girl who used to play baseball with you in the vacant lot. Who used to play football in the mud with the rest of our class. Who came to you for advice when Nadine and I would fight, who lived in your house when I was on the skids, who helped fix you up with Nadine, who ran against you for student body president. I'm just a girl, Arnold. And maybe it's cruel of me to put you on the spot, but I'm just so afraid of losing you. You're the only man I've ever really wanted. I've had plenty of boyfriends but, well, I didn't know what love was until I found you. I don't want that feeling to go away. Not after what it took for me to get this far."
"I just. . ." Arnold started, not able to finish his sentence. He didn't know what to think.
"You don't know what decision to make. And even if you did, you don't want to because it will mean so much pain to one of us unlucky ladies. You're wondering how you'll be able to live with yourself if you break her heart or mine."
"Yes." Arnold whimpered, putting his head down on the table and trying very unsuccessfully not to cry.
"Then that only proves that you're a better man than you give yourself credit for. Most would just pick a girl and let the consequences fall to those who have to suffer."
"How can I ask forgiveness? From you or Helga? How could I have let this happen? I have no right to love both of you."
"Well then, I guess you'll just have to decide which of gorgeous gals you secretly hate." Rhonda smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
"That wasn't funny, Rhonda."
"Sorry. I can't believe you still haven't realized the irony of this."
"What irony?"
"When we were in fourth grade, I made that origami marriage predictor, remember? It matched up you and Helga a hundred and ten times."
"Yeah, and then you came back the next day and said you got it all wrong."
"I did. But you ended up getting married to Helga anyway. Which means my predictor was right."
"So are you saying you didn't make a mistake?" Arnold asked, confused.
"Well, apparently that thing matched people up by marriage. There wasn't any guarantee it would make a good marriage."
"Ah, it wasn't so bad with Helga." Arnold tried to defend his nuptials.
"Well it couldn't have been a picnic, especially if she was the one who left you."
"Aha!" Arnold felt like he had figured something out. "So that's it, isn't it? You do think I should pick you over Helga!"
"You act like that's some kind of grand revelation! Doesn't this pretty much go without saying?"
"And why shouldn't I, right? I mean, Helga's the one who left me! Why shouldn't I choose you over her!"
"I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do, Arnold. I can only tell you how much I love you and want you, that I won't leave you. That I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. If that's just not enough for you, then I'm afraid I just don't know what to say."
"Forget it. I just need time to think. Look, Rhonda, I've got to get out of here."
"But where will you go?"
"Away from here. Look, come by my place again in an hour or so. I just need. . .to take a look around the neighborhood. Get my bearings. Figure out what I really feel inside. And to do that, I kind of need an unbiased opinion, much as I love your company. Just wrap my lunch and take it back with you. I'll eat it then, I promise."
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Rhonda pleaded.
"For this? Positive. I really need to be fair, Rhonda."
"All right, I understand. But if you need me for anything, you know I'll be there with bells on."
"And Caprini pants?" Arnold smiled.
"I guess it's in my blood." Rhonda winked.
"Thanks. I'll see you soon."
"Hey Arnold?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I know. I love you, too. That's the whole problem, isn't it?" Arnold bowed to her as he stepped away from the table and out the door. Rhonda wondered if he'd feel the same way when next he saw her.
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Historian's Note: Until otherwise noted, all segments featuring Sid and Nadine continue to take place on the night of Rhonda's graduation party.
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"It's complicated." Nadine groaned as she lifted a mozzarella stick from the plate that had been placed between them. A small bowl of marinara sauce was at the center of the plate. Nadine dipped her cheese into the dish daintily before biting into it. Sid took a more direct approach, hefting a stick, dipping, and taking a large bite.
"I'm double dipping, okay?" Sid mentioned before doing so. To his surprise, Nadine did not protest the action, but merely continued eating in a classy, nonchalant manner. As Nadine picked up a second stick and scooped a bit of sauce onto it, she hesitated for a moment before tasting, aware that it was something of an indirect kiss. She shuddered for a moment, not at the thought of kissing Sid, but of something else entirely, an experience much more frightening and all too real. "Nadine? You okay?"
"I'm fine, Sid."
"Well that's funny, because you don't look it. You're stressing."
"It's been a long day, and I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. Is that so difficult to understand?"
"In fact, it is, coming from you. Come on Nadine, I want you to talk to me!"
"You've got to be kidding me, Sid. I haven't even figured out why I'm here with you yet. Part of me thinks I must be insane."
"So what if you are? Maybe it's just time for you to put away childish things and let some of your pain out. What good is it going to do, keeping it all a secret?"
"And what makes you think I'm in pain, hmm?"
"Because if there's one thing I pride myself on being able to read, it's women. Come on Nadine. Let me help you."
Nadine grew frustrated with the conversation. "Just forget it, all right? I was a fool to think that a man could actually help me out. How could you possibly understand?"
"The only thing I can understand is that you're starting to behave like a spoiled brat to someone who only wants to be here for you."
"This isn't something I can just start talking about as I please, Sid! I used to go to a counselor, but I wouldn't talk. I'm a tough nut to crack."
"I've noticed."
Nadine frowned. "Look, can't we just pretend we're on a date or something?"
"You want to date me!" Sid was shocked. Out of all the reasons he could think of Nadine consenting to come out with him tonight, this certainly ranked among the least likely in his book.
"To be perfectly honest, yes."
"Forgive me for asking, but why?"
"Because I woke up this morning, the day I graduated from high school, and realized that it was high time I let a guy into my life again. Someone I felt that I could trust."
"Call me crazy, but didn't you say that I have a reputation among you girls?"
"Yes, you do. I, however, have decided to ask you out anyway. For some reason, there's something about you I like."
"Is it because I'm so dashing?" Sid asked, presumptively running a hand through his hair.
"No."
"Because I'm such a smooth talker?"
"Hardly." Nadine chuckled. Sid paused, stroking his chin in thought. "Okay, I give, why me?"
"Because I think that despite the rumors, despite your reputation, and despite some of the more dubious choices you've made over the years. . .I think that deep down, you're looking for love. Real love, not just something sleazy. I think you want to know what it's like to have actual feelings for someone. Maybe that's what I want as well."
"Maybe?" Sid arched an eyebrow.
"Okay, so what if it is what I want? The question is, do you want it?"
"I've never been in love." Sid admitted. "I wouldn't mind knowing what that's like."
"Good. I'm glad we had this discussion. That said, I think I'm going to order the porterhouse." Nadine said, grinning at Sid all the while. She was thrilled when his eyes went wide. "Hey, you're buying, right?"
"Yeah." Sid said sheepishly. "I'm buying."
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"You could be happier to see me, you know. I did have to leave my car back in Vegas." Helga complained
"Why would you do such a thing?" Arnold yelled. "How are you ever going to get around now."
"Well, there is that thing we call the bus. We've only been taking it around town for the majority of our lives. And then of course there's the subway if I have to go really far. I'll survive, Arnoldo. I'm a big girl, you know."
"So I've noticed."
"Oh, you too, eh Short Man?" Phil laughed as he set a large stack of pancakes down on the kitchen table. Using a spatula he lifted three of them to Helga's plate, then did the same to his grandson, before finally pushing one cake onto his own plate. "I remember the lass from when you were growin' up. Guess her figure kinda filled out too, eh Arnold!" Phil grinned while elbowing Arnold lightly in the ribs.
"Grandpa. . ."
"Yes, it is so wonderful to be young and full of love." Oskar said from the kitchen doorway, letting himself into the conversation. "Oh look, pancakes. Here, I'll eat them for you Grandpa, I wouldn't want you to get a tummy ache."
Phil whacked Oskar's hand with a spatula as the Sunset Arms' resident bum closed in. "For the last time, I'm not your grandpa, Kokoshka! And these pancakes are for the newlyweds, you no good bum!"
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry about that, you know how it is. Okay, I'll just sit here cold and hungry and watch the rest of you eat them, because I wouldn't want to be a burden to the young couple. But if it isn't too much trouble, could I lick your plates when I'm done?"
"Thanks for understanding." Helga laughed as she began eating her dinner. Arnold was amazed. It was like Helga didn't even need to come up for air. She was going to town on this simple meal like it was the greatest thing she'd ever tasted. He thought he heard her pause for a moment to offer Phil her compliments, but he couldn't be sure.
"Now there's a girl who appreciates a good old-fashioned, home cooked meal. Yep, you did real good when you picked her out, Short Man. Course, the men of our family always did know how to choose the pick of the litter. Y'know, I remember the first time your father introduced me to-"
"Wow, those pancakes sure do look pretty god, heh heh heh." Oskar spoke as though Phil wasn't even there.
Arnold sighed and gave into the inevitable. "You can go ahead and have some, Mr. Kokoshka."
"Oh, but Arnold, I wouldn't want to be a burden on you and your wife." Oskar protested as he pulled an empty plate and fork from somewhere on his person and began loading his dish down with pancakes. "But if you insist I will be a good guest and have some. Oh and if you could get me some butter and syrup, and maybe some of that powdered sugar I really like. Oh, and some coffee, and maybe some strawberries to go on top of the pancakes."
"Sure." Arnold said, rolling his eyes and getting up from the table.
"Thank you Arnold. It is so nice of you to take pity on an old man down on his luck who doesn't have anyone to look after him."
"What about Mrs. Kokoshka?" Arnold asked as he walked around the kitchen to the fridge, fetching the butterdish.
"Who?" Oskar asked. "Oh, you mean Suzie. Well sure, I mean she's okay. She's a good person."
"She's your wife, you no good bum!" Phil yelled. "Why is it that I'm making you dinner instead of her?"
"Well, you see, Suzie kicked me out of our room tonight because I wanted to play poker and she didn't want my friends coming over. But then they bailed on me because they
lost to me last week and don't want to face me again. And now here I am, all alone at night until I come down and find you."
"Man, what a sob story." Helga chuckled as she finished off the last of her meal.
"Yeah, we're real broken-hearted about it." Phil steamrolled over that line of conversation before Oskar could launch into a soliloquy about how hard he had it in life. "So, it seems you two are out a car, eh. Hmm, well, I suppose I could let you borrow the Packard until you get one of your own. Not for too long now, just enough to tide you over until you can afford a car of your own."
"Wow, thanks. . .Phil." Helga struggled with the name, not sure how she should properly address Arnold's grandfather.
"But Grandpa, we couldn't take your car, what if you need it?"
"Nonsense!" Phil insisted. "I'm only ninety years old, I ain't dead yet! Why, if I didn't feel up to taking a little walk every now and then, I'd worry I was getting sick. And you may call me Grandpa, little lady. After all, you're family now."
"But what about me, Grandpa? Why can't I call you Grandpa?" Oskar whined.
"Because if you really were a part of my family, I'd have disowned you a long time ago, Kokoshka! Now, if you'll excuse me, I feel a sudden urge to visit my office." Phil suddenly stood up and half ran out of the room.
Helga looked at Arnold for an explanation of what that was all about. Arnold just shrugged as he sat back down at the table, pushing the items Oskar had requested towards the older man. "Grandpa sometimes has digestion problems." Arnold explained.
"Oh goody, more for me!" Oskar greedily took the remainder of Phil's portion and moved it to his own plate. "Boy Arnold, these are really good pancakes. You should sit down and eat some, you don't know what you're missing."
Arnold shot Oskar a look before finally taking a bite out of his own dinner, which had grown noticeably cooler than he preferred.
"So this is where we're staying, hmm?" Helga asked now that Phil had gone. She didn't know Oskar very well and frankly didn't care if he knew that things weren't completely what they seemed to be between herself and her husband.
"This is where I'm staying, Helga. You can stay here tonight if you want. After that, I think it would be best if you went home." Arnold made it clear that he had no intent of going through the actual motions of their sham marriage.
"But Arnold, I couldn't do that! I have to stay here with you! I'm your wife! It's my duty to be by your side night and day, honey."
"That's right, you have a good woman there, Arnold. She knows how to provide for her husband. I mean, who else is going to make your meals or do your laundry or give you money for the track, eh heh heh heh."
"Stay out of this!" Helga yelled at Oskar. Cowed by Helga's sudden outburst, Kokoshka suddenly found his dinner to be as visually fascinating as it was delicious.
"Look, Helga, this is insane! We cannot be married! We've never even been lovers! We have nothing in common!" Arnold fought.
"Well then, I guess we're just going to have to take the next few months to get to know each other. Intimately." Helga emphasized, which sent a twinge of panic down Arnold's spine. "Hasn't it become clear to you, yet? You're mine now, Arnold, and I'm not letting go until we're finished."
"Helga. . ."
Arnold's wife smiled wickedly, taking her index finger and running it under her beloved's chin. She leaned herself over to whisper into Arnold's ear. "You're so cute when you resist." Arnold gulped.
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Rhonda Lloyd groaned to herself as she sat alone at a table in the diner, nursing a cup of coffee and waiting for her food to arrive. Good one, Lloyd. You pushed him too hard, made him run away. This just isn't as easy as I thought it would be. What's wrong with me? Why can't I make him see that it's me? I'm the one who loves him like no other! How does she do it? Rhonda gasped at the realization of how far behind she was. How is Helga able to hold him so well when she isn't even with him anymore. What does she have that I don't? The answer hit Rhonda with the force of a Monday morning pop quiz. Arnold. She has Arnold.
Rhonda expected that realization to make her angry, but for some reason, it didn't. Maybe she was just being more mature than she had expected. But there was nothing to be done about it by getting frustrated. She had to focus her energy on finding some way to make Arnold forget about Helga. Clearly, this was a task easier said then done. Whatever Helga had done to endear herself to Arnold, it seemed obvious to Rhonda that she had linked them together tightly. She was a shrewd one. Somehow, she had done the unthinkable. She had gotten Arnold to fall for her. To forget about the luscious Rhonda Lloyd, and replace that memory with the plain Helga Pataki. Rhonda decided that she didn't like it one bit, but it also made her respect for Helga increase tenfold. Pataki was a worthy opponent. There was something about her that Arnold wanted. And Rhonda had no doubt that if she did not change her strategy, she would lose Arnold forever. Unacceptable. Rhonda steeled her resolve. She cursed the day she gave into her parents and broke up with him in the first place. She hadn't stood up to them for fear they would cut her off in retribution. Rhonda knew her parents to be indulgent. She also knew her father would not tolerate a petulant child.
Rhonda crossed her arms on the table and buried her face between them, feeling like walls were closing in around her. There had to be a way out of this. But damned if she knew what it was. Her gloomy thoughts were interrupted by a vibration against her hip. Rhonda unclipped her cell phone, rolling her eyes when she saw the info on her caller I.D. "Hi Courtney."
"Rhonda! Kiss kiss! So good to talk to you again!" Courtney Gripling replied in her most bubbly voice.
"Let me guess, you can't find Helga."
"Well honestly, Rhonda dear, you haven't given me much to go on. You didn't even send me that fax you promised!"
"Oh, hell. I forgot." Rhonda deflated.
"Speaking of hell, you certainly sound like it. Anything I can help with?"
"Not unless you're a relationship therapist."
"Guy problems or best friend problems?"
"What if your best friend is your ex-boyfriend that you desperately want back, but you have this problem that he kind of loves another woman."
"Ouch. Ok, now, do you want the best friend advice, or the straight shooting advice?" Courtney asked.
"It's been a few hours since I drank anything." Rhonda cautioned her. "Better go with the best friend variety."
"Well, you could always work at reconnecting with him. Does he still have any feelings for you?"
"He told me he's in love with me, but he's also in love with her."
"There's no good solution to that one, Rhonda. If you stay, you're liable to get hurt. If you leave, you're ruining any chance you still have."
"Just lucky I guess." Rhonda moaned.
"For my money you should stay. I mean, what if he does choose you. Like you said, it's not hopeless. And if you quit, you'll only end up spending the rest of your life wondering. And I've never known you to be a quitter."
"Thanks Courtney."
"You know, I think you're just not trying hard enough."
"I've practically been throwing myself at him!"
"Right. . .and have you considered that not all men go in for that sort of thing. I know this may defy logic, but some men are looking for more than just one thing out of a woman. If you take all the challenge out of it for them, it's a turn off. Try to be less forward, a little more teasing. . .make him come to you."
"You're too much. And where, pray tell, did you learn this strategy?" Rhonda asked sarcastically.
"If you must know, I went through a period. . .too long a period. . .where I found myself without the. . .resources. . .I have known most of my life. I was Courtney Gripling, regular girl. All of a sudden, I had to learn to do a lot of things for myself. Interacting with people from a different perspective was a very eye-opening experience. And it left me better prepared to be an entrepreneur, in my opinion. Anyway, I didn't have money, but I still had my looks, and I learned how to carry myself around men of a different stature. It was fun! And to my surprise, harder than I had expected. Batting my eyelashes doesn't get me as far as it used to. Why, I remember this time at the mall when I was running short on cash and-"
"I get the idea." Rhonda cut Courtney off for fear that she would need surgery to remove the phone from her ear if she let the girl get going with her stories. "All right. I'll try it. You do, of course, realize I'll be blaming you for everything if this doesn't go well."
"Naturally. Always shoot the messenger." Courtney sighed. "Lots of luck to you. And send me that fax if you want me to look for this Hortense girl."
"Helga." Rhonda corrected.
"See? Already I'm not keeping the information straight."
"I'll fax it out right away, as soon as I leave the diner."
"Good. All right, lots of luck with the man trouble. Be seeing you!"
"Yeah, be seeing you." Rhonda disconnected the phone call, then ordered another coffee. She had to get fueled up and see Arnold again before she lost her chance to get him back.
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On the other side of the country, Courtney Gripling ended her phone conversation with Rhonda Lloyd, a frown on her face. "I'm worried about Rhonda." Courtney mused aloud, wondering or not if she should expect a response. Only one other person occupied her office. He wasn't much for words as of late. "And I really don't even know where to start trying to find this Hilda girl."
"You just leave that to me, toots."
"You don't understand! Rhonda isn't just a friend, she's my meal ticket! We'll never stay afloat without her continued cash flow. If Rhonda isn't happy, she won't be giving money to me. Which means I can't afford to pay anyone. Which means I won't be able to publish anything. Which means--" Courtney began breathing rapidly, and her palms became sweaty.
"You'll lose it all, right. Don't worry. I've got this covered."
"All right. You use every resource at your disposal to help me, I'll take care of the rest."
"Per the arrangement we agreed upon."
"Yes, yes, okay. I'll publish Noelle's book." Courtney threw her arms up in the air. "Heaven only knows what my clients are going to freak out when I have to juggle this year's schedule." She sighed.
"I have complete faith in your ability to make everything work. Now, I need to make a few preparations for this job. Call my cell when you get your fax from Rhonda."
"Fine, fine. I have some calls to make myself."
"Oh, and one other thing."
"What?"
"This Rhonda chick, is she good looking? Because it sounds to me like she'll be available soon."
"Goodbye, Carl." Courtney didn't bother dignifying his question with an answer.
"Can't blame a guy for asking. Be in touch!" Carl Foutley chuckled and left Courtney's office with a wave. After the door shut behind him, Courtney opened her desk drawer and removed a can of aerosol spray, releasing some into the air. Carl actually had something of a stately smell about him, but there was something about they boy that made her skin crawl. How he could've been spawned from the same loins as Ginger, Courtney would never know. Then again, Carl did remind her an awful lot of her own brother, and there wasn't a lot of love lost between herself and Blake either.
Courtney put her air sanitizer away and pushed a button on her desk intercom. "Dierdre? This is Courtney. Cancel the rest of my appointments for today, something's come up."
"What should I tell them?" An excited voice responded. "Or should I just make something up."
"Use your imagination. Oh, and hold my calls, too. Except for my faxes. If you see a fax come in from a Rhonda Lloyd, I want it on my desk in a jiffy!"
"Got it. Anything else?"
"That will do, Deirdre. Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
Courtney cut the connection spun around in her chair, and opened the blinds. Outside, a busy industrial district was just beginning its afternoon shift. There was always, it seemed, work to be done.
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Author's Notes
It's good to be back! Not just physically, but it would appear that I'm back on track as well. Most of the old guard came back to leave a review, which is wonderful, because I truly think they help me make the story better.
I've been getting a lot of anti-Rhonda sentiment lately. I suppose that's to be expected, as the idea of Arnold settling on anyone other than Helga in the long run is border line abhorrent to most of the fandom. And I don't necessarily disagree with them. But the reason that Rhonda comes across as so perfect is because she is. She lives a lifestyle that dictates she must be. And as she grew older, it was only honed. She has rebelled against it in her own way. She's continuing to see Arnold, now against her parent's wishes. She did not go to a private high school as was expected of her. Rhonda is very special, gifted, talented, popular, beautiful. . .but the most important thing is that she has known real love, and love changes you. I have tried to present my own ideas about what these characters will be like as they grow and mature. The one I feel who will have changed the least is Arnold. But you're welcome to disagree if you like.
I finally got around to doing another segment with Sid and Nadine. I just felt it was high time I got back to those kids. I'm taking my time with them, but I promise to try and include them more often than I have been. It's been several chapters now, so I gave them their dues.
It was fun to do some stuff with Oskar, and in the future, I'll include Mr. Hyunh and Ernie Potts as well. Helga has to have some real run-in's with the rest of Arnold's extended family sooner or later, right? Plus, the story could use some color from the wacky characters. They've only just begun. I realize it was probably disappointing that I didn't really focus on Arnold and Helga this time out, but hey, if I told their story and only used big, dramatic scenes, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. The whole format is supposed to be like its own "Hey Arnold!" movie. Think of it as an alternate universe tale where there was no "Jungle Movie". Oh, wait, that's not much of a stretch, is it?
On a personal note, I've been transferred to another department at work, with better hours and a much better job. What this essentially means is that I no longer hate that place. In fact, it's rather tolerable now. Somehow, I'll find a way to make it through, hopefully one that allows me to keep writing this story for all of you. Goodness knows I have to keep shuffling around the time I actually set aside to write, as they keep changing my schedule at work. Oh well. Happy thoughts, boys and girls!
In the meantime, please send your questions, comments, compliments, complaints, love letters, death threats, marriage proposals, and ransom demands to:
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