In which Lily once again feels a sense of kinship, finally shows her hand for the sake of a friend, and Wizard Lenin shows a surprising amount of compassion and humanity in turn.

You'll remember in an earlier pokémon adventure, our hero Lily unwittingly achieved Ash's dream of catching a Bulbasaur. It was an anticlimactic victory and a very climactic disappointment for Ash! And so, Bulbasaur joined the ranks.

Soon, Misty, Brock, Ash, and Wizard Lenin lost their way, but found a Charmander. Braving a fierce storm, Ash and his friends came to its rescue, Lily catching a nasty cold in the process. Abandoned by its trainer, the fire pokémon recovered its strength and gained some new friends. Charmander became Lily's newest pokémon, once again circumventing Ash's dreams.

And that's how Lily, debatably, caught Charmander and Bulbasaur.

Ash, though, is pretty pleased with himself as he skips down the road singing our pokémon theme. Becoming a pokémon trainer looks like it will be a snap if someone like Lily can manage it this easily.

Or will it?

Can things continue to go so smoothly?

Maybe Ash is too confident, and maybe Lily is too content. They'd better keep their eyes glued to the road ahead.

Who knows what pitfalls are waiting to swallow up our young heroes?

"Huh?!" Ash cried out as he stumbled forward.

Lily stopped in her tracks, looked down at Ash's foot with the rest of them, which had somehow sunk a good foot into the ground. For a moment they all stared at it, trapped in the dirt, and at that second the ground gave way and Ash, Lily, and all the rest of them fell into what had to be a ten-foot pit.

Wizard Lenin, on top of Lily but crushed by a surprisingly heavy Bulbasaur, noted, "This is the second hole I've fallen into this week. Who keeps digging these?!"

Lily didn't know, tangled as she was between Wizard Lenin, Pikachu, and Misty, but she was going to go on a limb and guess Team Rocket. When all else failed, or they ran out of money, they seemed to default to a good old pit in the ground.

"Oh, I don't know but I'm sick and tired of them," Misty complained, "Ash, your foot is on my face."

"Pika!"

"Lily," Brock moaned, "This really is a good reason to start sticking your pokémon in pokéballs, they could get seriously injured falling into a pit like this, or one of us could get burned by Charmander's tail."

"What's that?" Lily asked, as if entirely oblivious, "I can't hear you."

Lily hadn't brought up the whole pokéball thing with the gang, either here in the living world or in the strange world of dreams, but Pikachu had been vehemently against the things since day one and must have some reason for it. More, they were a little too reminiscent of Wizard Trotsky's diary, a place of limbo where one was confined for far too long a period of time. What did a pokémon do in there, when waiting in between battles? What did it do to you, if all you saw of the world and sunlight was the fighting pits?

Slowly, they untangled themselves, eventually ending up standing in too cramped quarters and staring up the smooth dirt walls of the pit and up towards the distant sunlight. Whoever had made this thing either was one of those OCD types who could never do anything less than perfection or else had far too much time on their hands.

"It must be a prank," Brock said with Misty concurring, "Someone has a bad sense of humor."

"I don't know what pranks you're familiar with," Wizard Lenin spat as he brushed off his dirt stained clothing, "But I don't know what's supposed to be funny about this. Someone could have broken their neck."

"Pika," Pikachu concurred bitterly.

"Oh my god," Lily said as the blue faces of their tormentors appeared above them, "We've been punked by giant turtles in sunglasses."

"Squirtle," the faces, laughing, said repeatedly with the dark gloss of their shades glinting in the noon day sun. Apparently, they found the gang's sudden fall into a pit and possibility of serious injury goddamn hilarious.

"I knew it was about that time again," Lily said with a sigh.

She'd just gotten over her cold and it'd been about a week or so since they'd stumbled on Charmander and his asshole trainer. It was about time for something or someone to interrupt their travels with an adventure that was sure to make Lily in some way very uncomfortable.

At Pikachu's dubious look Lily exclaimed, "What? I can't be the only one who's noticing this pattern!"

"Shut up, Lily," Wizard Lenin barked, "And get us out of this pit already."

"You mean Stack of Bricks, get us out of this pit already," Lily corrected for him, lest Wizard Lenin let her cover slip entirely.

None the less, Lily summoned Stack of Bricks from its pokéball and cried out in a commanding tone of a master pokémon trainer. "Stack of Bricks, levitate!"

Stack of Bricks dutifully levitated all of them out of the hole and back onto the path to face their blue nemeses who were, of course, still falling over themselves in hysterical laughter. Maybe if they were taller, and not wearing sunglasses twice the size of their faces, Lily might find it humiliating or else intimidating. As it was, they kind of looked ridiculous.

Ash, stepping forward, pulled out his pokédex which, as always, told them everything and nothing, "Squirtle, this tiny turtle Pokémon draws its long neck into its shell to launch water attacks with amazing range and accuracy. The blasts can be quite powerful."

Suddenly, Ash's rage was gone, replaced instead with a familiar look that Lily had learned to dread. Of course, she should have guessed, what did Ash do whenever he saw a new and exciting pokémon?

"With my very own Squirtle," Ash said with a smirk, "Gary will never beat me! Go, Pikachu!"

How nice of Ash to think about Gary, who Lily had almost completely forgotten, at a time like this.

"Pika!"

Pikachu, apparently miffed enough about crashing into a hole to take Ash seriously today, bounded forward with his own far more dangerous look of determination. Instinctively, Lily took several steps backwards to avoid the electrical fallout.

With a great cry and volts of electricity sparking out of his red cheeks, Pikachu proceeded to aim a bolt of lightning towards what looked like the leader of the Squirtle yakuza, but was thwarted as a lowly henchman turtle took the fall for his boss. Which, by the look of it, managed to take him out in one blow.

Which, given this was the same mouse who had once blown up a hospital, was not shocking. No pun intended.

Lily, frankly, was a little surprised the poor thing wasn't dead. Lily turned with a forced grin towards Pikachu, "Pikachu, don't you think that's maybe enough? I know they just almost killed us, but I don't think that warrants—"

"Are you really lecturing the rat on overreactions, Lily?" Wizard Lenin asked dully, looking pointedly at her as if to remind Lily of all the times she'd been in Pikachu's yellow shoes. Which, that was, well that was entirely different!

Somehow.

"Pikachu!" Pikachu said in agreement with Wizard Lenin, clearly stating that this was his own business and Lily should sit down and shut up unless she wanted to get fried to.

Lily eyed Clefairy, her sage and advisor on all things pokémon but Clefairy just shrugged, as if to say she had no personal problem with Pikachu beating the shit out of his fellow pokémon. Why was this whole moral dilemma turning out so hard? Lily missed the days when she'd just been aiming to be the best pokémon trainer in the world.

"Squirtle!" the lead Squirtle, with the darker pointier sunglasses, cried in dismayed at his fallen brother before looking up at Pikachu.

Pikachu, with no hesitation whatsoever, taunted back, "Pika."

As if to say, "Come at me, brother"

They stared at each other, neither looking away, and in the background Lily could almost hear the western music playing that signified the start of a duel. It was not to be, however, as the wailing of police sirens was soon heard and the Squirtle gang decided it was time to hit the road before the fuzz could arrive.

Picking up their fallen brother, they raced for the hills with a dust cloud behind them, leaving the rest of them to stare.

"Chu?" Pikachu said, tilting his head as he watched them flee, Ash concurred, "That was sure weird."

All Lily could say though, turning to Wizard Lenin and pointing at the dust cloud, "Is that what it looks like when I do things like that?"

Lily herself had never been one of the ones left standing behind in the aftermath. She wasn't sure she liked being on the other side of the shenanigans.

"Yes," Wizard Lenin said without a hint of hesitation or sympathy for Lily's pride. A dagger, in other words, straight through to her heart.

Lily was about to say as much but by that point Officer Jenny had arrived on her motor bike. Now, Lily knew to call her Officer Jenny because she was the exact clone of the Jenny they'd first met in Viridian City, who in turn had looked exactly like the Jenny in Cerulean City, and probably looked like every Jenny on the goddamn planet who happened to be a cop.

Lily was going to go on a limb and say this one was a 'cousin' too.

"Officer Jenny!" Ash cried out as she came to a stop with a joyous smile, clearly not remembering the last time they'd run into a Jenny which wasn't Jenny. Which, was kind of odd, as they'd nearly been arrested and Lily had set the town on fire to escape.

But Ash apparently had selective memory.

"Wrong Jenny, Ash," Lily commented but he apparently wasn't listening as he approached the blue-haired woman.

"Huh, have we met before?" the Jenny who wasn't Jenny asked, "Your face doesn't look familiar."

"We met you back in Viridian City, remember?" Ash said, smile never wavering.

"Wrong Jenny, Ash!" Lily repeated, feeling a headache coming on.

"Now you know how it feels, Lily," Wizard Lenin said, leaning in towards here ear, "When you're stuck with an idiot who never listens to a word you say."

Did he really have to plug that in there? Had he just been waiting years for the opportunity to rub that in Lily's face and found Ash to be the perfect excuse? Judging by his smug expression, he really did. She was about to remark that it was too bad he was so petty but Jenny was explaining about the Jenny clones.

"Oh, you mean one of the other Jennys," Jenny said as she stepped off her bike, "My cousins."

"Cousins?" Ash asked, for once looking as dubious as he should by that bullshit excuse to cover up what had to be genetic experiments in some terrible lab.

"My cousins are all police officers," Jenny said with a smile, as if it was perfectly natural that every single cousin named Jenny who looked exactly the same chose the exact same profession, "All of us look identical, plus, we're all named Jenny."

"Talk about family resemblance," Ash finally said to that.

Lily gaped, unsure if he believed it or he was putting on an remarkably good show. She really, honestly, couldn't tell with him. Ash, clearly, deserved to be abducted by aliens. She swore to god, if the Clefairies and their Jenny minions came back for him, Lily would just laugh.

Sadly, Lily thought with a glance down towards her own Clefairy companion, they were more likely to come back for Lily.

"At least they remember all their names," Misty, always the smartest of the group, said uncomfortably as she looked at her companions for reassurance. She wasn't going to get it from Lily.

Lily, with a sigh, wondered if she could just go for a hike and sit this one out. She supposed there was nothing stopping her, but the last few times she'd ventured out on her own strange things had happened to her anyway.

Still, she was so very tempted. It was shaping up, after all, to be a very long day.

They quickly relocated to Jenny's police station, a small hut just at the edge of a small town. There at her computer, pulling up files, she informed them, "That pokémon gang calls itself the Squirtle Squad."

"Calls itself?" Wizard Lenin asked with raised eyebrows, "Did you ask them?"

Lily was stuck on that phrasing too, as far as she knew, every pokémon except Meowth was damned to repeat its name over and over again as a means of communication. Well, that wasn't quite right, they were probably named after the strange noises they kept repeating over and over again. Still, if they were going to call themselves anything Lily would have expected the Squirtle Squirtle with a dash of Squirt. She didn't think they could say words like squad.

"Squirtle Squad?" Ash repeated, speaking right over Wizard Lenin.

"I've never heard of a pokémon gang," Misty mused, also ignoring Wizard Lenin's question, which apparently was so dumb it wasn't even worth acknowledging. All Lily could do was pat him quietly on the shoulder while he all too likely told himself it didn't matter so long as he took over the world and or returned home.

"They're all Squritles who were deserted by their pokémon trainers," Jenny explained, a remorseful look on her face as the pieces came together. The same pieces, Lily thought with a glance towards her own pokémon friends, that had formed the lives of Charmander and Bulbasaur.

Both were pointedly looking away from her now, Charmander staring at his reflection in what appeared to be remorse, Bulbasaur looking at the floor with an uncontained bitterness. Neglectful and indifferent trainers, it seemed, were the root of many problems in this world. One that even humans could acknowledge.

"Deserted?" Ash echoed, glancing down at Pikachu in his arms, who simply stared across at Jenny. As always, Pikachu had known and internalized this truth from the very beginning.

"They don't have a trainer so they just run wild and play tricks on the whole town," Jenny said, then, for demonstration she pulled up various pictures on her computer of the giant turtles partaking in graffiti, petty theft, and more at the town's expense.

It was…

Looking at Charmander, Lily had thought, had been like looking into the past. With this Squirtle gang, though, it was almost more so. Charmander was the Lily that could have been, younger and abandoned by everyone in the world as she waited for a death that would never come. These Squirtles were the older Lily that had existed, had been abandoned by almost everyone in the world, and had made Hogwarts her desecrated kingdom.

"It's really kind of sad," Jenny said, looking down at the pictures with a regretful look in her brown eyes, "Because if they had somebody to care about them, they wouldn't have turned out to be as bad as they are."

"It's a real shame," Jenny repeated, and Lily wondered how many professors, if even Albus Dumbledore himself had said that about her.

A shame, yes, Lily supposed it was a shame for somebody.

In the end, they went fishing by the river. Of course, fishing in the pokémon world wasn't quite fishing. Instead of fishing for a meal you were fishing for Pokémon to catch and train, something Lily very much did not approve of, but could see no reason to weasel out of.

As it was, with Ash and Brock napping on the river bank, Wizard Lenin reading through training strategy books again, and Misty the only one with a pole in the water, nothing had bit yet so Lily supposed it was moot point.

Instead, she could think about that gang of Squirtles. Given recent events, they'd probably run into them again, and while Lily didn't like falling into pits if she was a pokémon she'd probably be doing the same thing as them and then some. In fact, she had and worse too, Lily had stepped into the role of Lily Riddle with alarming ease and proceeded to exploit and destroy wizarding society from within without a care in the world.

Compared to that, a few holes in the road and spray-painted walls were nothing at all.

Hopefully they'd just leave town and go their separate ways, but that somehow never seemed to happen on this strange Pokémon journey of theirs. Somehow, in some way, the adventure would always wrap itself up in a neat little bow.

She glanced at her pokémon friends, each lazily minding their own business as the day wound on, and wondered what they might think about it. She supposed she could always nap and try to ask them, but that was so tedious, it would just be so much easier if she could understand them in the waking world.

Well, she supposed that was on her since they perfectly understood everything she was saying. Still, she really could not pick up whatever pattern they were saying their names in. The general gist, sometimes, sure, but long paragraphs, forget about it.

Well, they'd get to Vermillion City eventually, and something would happen there.

"Hey," Misty cried out in delight, "I caught something!"

Lily winced, that was the last thing she'd wanted to hear, and bolted upright. Now, rationally, she knew she couldn't prevent her comrades from catchy any pokémon they came across. For one, they'd figure her out, and second… Well, Lily didn't know, but it just didn't seem realistic. Still, she felt herself grimacing as she stared out, wondering whose ass she was going to have to save this time.

Then she saw sunglasses.

"Oh, hell," Lily said as that turtle's mouth curved into a smile.

And then came a powerful jet of water, plastering each of them to the grassy bank.

"Lily," Wizard Lenin spat out, absolutely drenched and still clutching his now ruined book, glaring at her as if this was somehow all her fault, "Where was Stack of Bricks this time?!"

"Stack of Bricks was surprised!" Lily shot back, equally soaked herself by river water and turtle spit.

Pikachu, apparently having more than enough of these upstarts, bounded forward and sent a rain of thunder down upon his foolish enemies. Unfortunately, his foolish friends were closer and soaked to the bone, so instead of getting the Squirtle, Pikachu succeeded in frying the rest of them.

It really was a wonder any of them were still alive after how many times Pikachu had electrocuted them.

The Squirtle, unharmed, jumped out of the water and onto the path, taunting them. Pikachu, glaring even as he cut off electricity, went right for it, dashing in order to confront the giant turtle. Unfortunately, the giant turtle was prepared for this as he ducked into his shell, rotating and knocking Pikachu into the river.

"Pikachu!" Ash cried out, even as Squirtle laughed. Pikachu emerged, looking irate as ever, but as he did so a giant horned goldfished jumped from the water, making its way towards him.

"Oh, it's a Goldeen!" Misty cried, "Watch out for its horn!"

It felt like Lily was watching in slow motion as Pikachu looked about, then slowly, too slowly tried to swim back to shore. The horned fish was faster, and for a moment Pikachu was in the water, the next he was flying through the air with a cry as the fish, horn first, launched Pikachu back towards the Earth.

Lily scrambled forward, summoning the falling Pikachu into her arms, where she caught his limp yellow body. Lily clutched him to her, noting his faint breathing and his half open eyes, but before she could turn ropes had ensnared her and everyone else with the Squirtles at the other end.

"They got us," Ash said gravely, even as the turtles laughed.

Lily looked at them, at the lead Squirtle, and felt any empathy or sympathy she might have had drain from her, "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

The Squirtle paused, only for a moment, then continued laughing even as the fat cat himself appeared from behind the treeline, "You're not going to Squirtle out of this one."

"Oh god," Wizard Lenin said, "Was that a pun? Is that what puns have descended to? And Lily, isn't it about time for Stack of Bricks to arrive?"

"Lily can't get to Stack of Bricks, Lenin!" Misty said as she struggled uselessly in the ropes, "He's in his pokéball!"

Oh, right, that, "That's right, Lenin, I can't get to Stack of Bricks because he's in his pokéball. Looks like we're all tied up."

Wizard Lenin looked at her for a moment, all his thoughts written right there on his face, as Lily sheepishly grinned back at him. Finally, he said, "I cannot believe your puns are worse than the cat's."

"Clefairy!" Clefairy stepped forward with Bulbasaur, and Charmander, preparing to fight not for money or glory but what they saw as a just cause. Except, all Lily could think about was Pikachu in her arms, looking worse with every passing minute.

Brock glanced down at him, frowning, as he took in Pikachu's heavy breathing and closed eyes, "Pikachu's in bad shape, we've got to heal it with super potion before it's too late."

Lily looked up at the laughing turtles who were celebrating a job well done, squeezing Pikachu closer to her, "Do you think this is fun?"

"Don't listen to her," Meowth cut in, dancing towards his newest underlings and looking for all the world as if he'd already won this little game of his, "She's just some human, now let's hurry up and get these people out of here!"

"You're willing to risk his death just so that you all can have a little fun with this jackass?" Lily asked.

"Lily," Wizard Lenin said quietly, a prompt and reminder to remember where she was and what she was doing.

But she did remember, and she remembered what she had promised, who she had promised it to, and the pokémon that had been by her side since the very beginning. Even if her goals had changed, her world view had changed, she hadn't forgotten who they'd started this strange journey with.

And if it were in his power, if their situations were reversed, he would do no less for her.

"Squirtle," the Squirtle leader said, now taking a small step back at the look on Lily's face, but it wasn't far enough and the ropes didn't loosen.

So, this was how it was going to be then.

The ropes, abruptly, cut away leaving all of them to stumble forward, surprised by their sudden and inexplicable freedom.

"Alright!" Ash cried, pumping the air with a grin at their good fortune, "Now we can get Pikachu that super—"

Lily hadn't moved, hadn't even blinked, kept staring at that lead Squirtle who now looked as if he was beginning to realize just what he'd done. She realized, distantly, that her hair was beginning to float upwards, that the grass about her feet was swaying in an invisible breeze, and her skin was starting to glow.

"Was that fun, Squirtle?" Lily asked, stepping forward with Pikachu in her arms as she stared down at this small, shaking, callous thing that played so carelessly with the life and death of those he claimed to trust above all others, "Is it fun to face your imminent demise because some indifferent asshole far more powerful than you finds it funny? Does it make you feel better about the past?"

He wasn't just Lily, she thought, no he was the worst parts of herself she'd never realized existed until later. That callous indifference to the consequences of her own actions towards those she did not care for. He was what Hermione had paid for on Christmas of 1991, what Hogwarts itself had paid for in her second year, and more.

He was everything she regretted. More, he was worse than that, because Lily at least had never found it funny. Necessary, always necessary, but she had never done anything for as callous and cruel a reason as her own petty amusement.

"Lily—"

"What should I do to you and your friends?" Lily asked, stalking closer to the turtle and erecting a transparent barrier so neither the turtles nor the oversized cat could run away, "Should I throw you in a pit you can't climb out of? Or maybe I should throw you in a river and have you poisoned then tie you up and have your friends watch as you slowly die. Doesn't that sound like a grand old time?"

"Squir—"

"But I suppose Pikachu's fate doesn't really matter, because he wasn't abandoned by a pokémon trainer like you were, isn't that what you're thinking? That maybe he deserves anything he gets because he's fool enough to pal around with us. Well, what should I do to you for being fool enough to believe the bloody cat?"

Lily stopped in front of him, the lead Squirtle now pressed as close to the barrier as he could get, grass burning beneath Lily's feet, "Tell me, Squirtle, what would you do?"

Abruptly, Lily was yanked back by Wizard Lenin and jerked back into reality, "He'd grow up and learn that actions have consequences, as you once did, and you'd spare him the lessons you were forced to learn."

Squirrel, the snake, so many things that Lily had lost sight of just because she'd never learned to look for them…

Slowly, the world returned to normal, the strange tunnel vision was gone, and Lily found herself blinking back at her best friend in any world. He smiled at her, a thing that tried to be amused but failed to be anything but concerned, "Better?"

Slowly, she nodded, glanced behind her and winced at the scorched footprints she'd left behind in the grass. Then, seeing her gaping companions, she winced again. Well, it felt a little late to go ahead and blame that on Stack of Bricks or Clefairy, didn't it?

She still tried, rubbing the back of her head, "Ah, good old Stack of Bricks, going entirely too far like usual. When will he learn?"

No one said anything, no one even dared to breathe. Well, it seemed the cat was out of that bag, looking down at Pikachu she mumbled, "I'm going to go into town and get that potion thing."

She slowly wandered away from the group, still staring after her, with her bewildered pokémon friends trailing behind.

"Clefairy?" Clefairy asked, tugging on Lily's shorts.

"I know," Lily said blandly, "He didn't deserve it."

He didn't deserve it, perhaps, any more than Lily herself had. Maybe that's why she'd done it, because he really had reminded her too much of the things, she hated about herself.

Wizard Lenin found her later, sitting outside the Pokémart with the recovering Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Clefairy each sitting quietly with her and waiting for the day to resolve itself.

"Where are the others?" Lily asked.

"Tying things up with Officer Jenny," Wizard Lenin said, "It seems Team Rocket has blasted off yet again."

Lily didn't laugh, but then, as he sat next to her, it seemed that Wizard Lenin hadn't expected her to.

"I'm sorry," Lily finally said.

"If it had been me," Wizard Lenin said solemnly after a pause, "I imagine you would have been much worse. I know full well, Lily, the terrible lengths you are willing to go for those you call friends."

If it had been Wizard Lenin, Lily thought, then they would have been dead and only a smoking crater would have remained where they were standing.

For better or worse, since it was only Pikachu, they'd lived.

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry," Lily repeated.

Wizard Lenin looked across at her, searching for something in her expression, and then pulled a pokéball from his waist, "Someone, I believe wanted to say something to you."

With a flash of white light, he released the pokémon from its container, where, blinking, Lily found herself face to face with Squirtle, wearing his pointed black sunglasses.

"Squirtle?!" Lily asked, nearly falling over, and at once feeling a tiny bit ashamed. He looked fine enough, certainly not physically harmed, but she'd been aiming to put more than the fear of god into him a few minutes ago.

"Squirtle," Squirtle acknowledged, dipping his head. Then, with a sigh, he took off his sunglasses to stare at her with large brown eyes. Carefully, he passed them over to her.

"From what I understand, as much as I can understand," Wizard Lenin said, "Squirtle has agreed to join our party as my pokémon. He wished to make peace with you."

"Your pokémon?" Lily balked, to which Wizard Lenin shrugged with a small smile, "Apparently, I made quite the impression, at being to so easily tame a monster like you."

Lily wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that.

"That, or he's decided I'm your human pet and wants to see how that's working out for us."

Lily burst into laughter, almost falling back onto poor Charmander, because that was a thought, wasn't it? Lily had always thought of it as the other way around, a servant to Wizard Lenin's thoughts, needs, and ambitions but maybe the giant turtle had something of a point.

Maybe, in this world, the very human Wizard Lenin was the one who helped Lily on her quest.

"So, is my cover blown then?" Lily asked, stifling laughter.

"Entirely," Wizard Lenin said, "Which I would be more upset about, were I not also worried you might in a fit of rage blow up the continent."

Lily eyed the sunglasses, looked over at Squirtle who nodded, and then placed them on the bridge of her nose and slid them upwards, "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

"It's a bad thing," Wizard Lenin dully retorted, "But frankly, after all these years, I'd expect nothing less from you."

One more adventure, one more new friend, but there's much more excitement waiting just round the bend!

Author's Note: Look at that, Wizard Lenin made a friend and caught a pokemon. And Lily blew her secret after twelve chapters, good work team.

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