Chapter 25
Summary: Callie & Arizona AU fic. Arizona is lost in a whirlwind of circumstances, relying on her motorcycle to give her clarity. Will this ride lead to the change that she needs, or lead to further hurt and heartache, or is this just the journey that she needs?
Chapter: 24/?
Disclaimer: All characters from Grey's Anatomy belong to the Queen that is Shonda Rhimes… How different my life would be if only I'd created them first….
*** Two chapters in one day… hope you read ch. 24 first, it would really be a crime not to. ***
AN: I just want to extend the most heartfelt thank you to every pm and review that left a message of condolences. Thank you so much, each one made my day a little easier.
Trigger Warning: Self-harm does occur in this chapter. It will be in bold in case you want or need to skip over that section. In the word's of Ellen DeGeneres 'Be nice to each other.'
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For a split second Callie considered denying the sighting by 'Nosey Norey', the nickname that had been coined for the town gossiper. After all, they were broken up now, so did it really matter? But she parted her lips, and just above a whisper her answer was, ''yes''. Callie was tired of not being able to openly be herself everywhere she went in fear of her very strict Catholic grandmother.
"Father Kevin is down at the church waiting on your confession and pray with you, and I have enrolled you back in Catechism, your first class is this evening."
Dark locks violently swung when the teen's head shot up. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me very well the first time I said it, you have sinned and you need to be restored."
"I'm not going to the church, and I damn sure don't need to be 'restored'."
Standing from her seated position, Victoria slammed her hand down on the desk. "Watch your mouth young lady. You will not disrespect me with that language." Enraged eyes softened at the physical recoiling of the younger brunette in front of her. Stepping around the desk the elder Latina moved closer to her granddaughter with a softer voice. "Now, I've already spoken with Father Kevin, the car will drive you and wait as long as it takes. That girl has brainwashed you, and you are just confused, but Father Kevin and I will help you. You just need to go to the church and repent for your sins."
Tears pooled as Callie's rage increased at the nonsense that had just fallen from her grandmother's mouth. "Help me? Brainwashed? Confused? I have not been brainwashed, and I am not confused, I am bisexual, and I don't need help!" Pushing herself out of the seat Callie prepared to leave this room and the argument but with a hand gripping her wrist, her movements were halted.
"Siéntate" [Sit down!]
"Por Qué?" [Why?] The two inflamed Latina's stood eye-to-eye contemplating the next move, the next word.
"Es equivocado Calliope, y no voy a tener mi nieta gallavanting alrededor como algunos matón. Es una abominación, es una eternidad en el infierno." [It is wrong Calliope, and I will not have my granddaughter gallavanting around like some hoodlum. It's an abomination, it's and eternity in hell.]
Callie couldn't believe her grandmother had so easily equated her to a 'hoodlum' because of her freedom to love whomever she chose to love. "Amor, que está mal?" [Love, is wrong?]
"Gracias a Dios, tus padres no están aquí para ver esto. Serían tan avergonzado de lo que ha salido. Su pobre padre es probable revolviéndose en su tumba en esta abominación." [Thank God your parents aren't here to see this. They would be so ashamed at how you have turned out. Your poor father is likely turning in his grave at this abomination.] The shock of the callous words so easily flowing from her grandmother had struck the teen like a bolt of lightening purposely directed at her heart.
Callie opened and closed her mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, tears burned at her eyes warring for the ability to fall freely. When Victoria didn't hear any words she took that as a sign to keep going.
"Su pobre madre se habría derrumbado si supiera que su hija menor había sido influenciado para convertirse en un desviado. Qué hice mal? ¿Cómo podría haber caído en ese estilo de vida pecaminosa? Nunca pensé que diría esto, pero gracias a Dios por llevar a mi hijo y su esposa, no podían desnudar para ver esto. Serían tan decepcionado." [Your poor mother would have fallen apart if she knew her youngest daughter had been influenced into becoming a deviant. Where did I go wrong? How could you have fallen into such a sinful lifestyle? I never thought I would say this, but thank you God for taking my son and his wife, they couldn't bare to see this. They would be so disappointed.]
Victoria picked up the picture of Callie's parents again with a somber look settled into her features, shaking her head.
The elder Latina had clawed at her granddaughter's heart at the mention of her parents. Callie had been reluctant to give into her attractions, worrying that she would disappoint the memory of her Catholic parents. If there was one thing the brunette never wanted to do, it was to disappoint her deceased parents.
"We broke up…" Barely above a whisper, the words barely squeaked out through the barrage of tears that had overtaken the teen. "Sh-she broke up with me, and went to Australia."
The elder Latina halted at the admission, looked over to her granddaughter and simply offered, "good" before placing the picture of her son and daughter in-law in the teens lap before exiting the study.
Callie hugged the picture of her smiling parents to her chest as the sobs wracked through her body, completely overtaking her.
A week had gone by and Callie still hadn't heard from Sierra, the older brunette hadn't returned and of the many phone calls or text messages that had been sent. Now any time she would run into her grandmother the elder woman would inquire about her reinvigorated prayer life and instruction with their priest.
Leviticus 18:22
Do not have sex with a man as you would have sex with a woman. It is an abomination.
Genesis 18:20
The Lord also said, the cries against Sodom and Gomorrah are very great. Their sin is so bad.
Romans 7:14
We know that the law is holy. But I am not. I have been sold to be a slave of sin.
1 Corinthians 6:9
Don't you know that people who do wrong will not receive God's kingdom? Don't be fooled. Those who commit sexual sins will not receive the kingdom. Neither will those who worship statues of gods or commit adultery. Neither will men who sleep with other men.
Romans 1:24
So God let them go. He allowed them to do what their sinful hearts wanted to. He let them commit sexual sins. They made one another's bodies impure by what they did.
After a week of the scriptures being forced on her at what felt like every turn, Callie was desperate for at least a simple gesture from her best friend. But her best friend was now her ex-girlfriend, and her ex-girlfriend was ignoring her. So she dialed her older sister's phone number, but that was also sent to voicemail. But before she could leave a message her phone alerted the Latina to a new text. Hanging up, Callie quickly checked the screen in hopes that it was maybe Sierra finally reaching out.
Hey sis, in a study session for the next few hours. Finals start tomorrow; I'm really slammed right now. Need something? –Aria
Just calling to check in and make sure you weren't slacking lol. Love you sis! -Cal
U2 -Aria
Callie wanted to talk to her big sis and tell her everything, she wanted to tell her that she was bisexual, and Sierra had broken up with her. She wanted to cry to her about their grandmother's ambush, and her being force fed scriptures and prayer and confession for impure thoughts. But even more, tomorrow marked the anniversary of her parent's untimely death four years ago and she just wanted someone in her corner as she continued to mourn the loss of her parents. But Aria had finals and Callie just couldn't pull her attention away from her studying just so she could cry.
Aria had come to visit for the weekend a few weeks back when she'd found out her finals schedule. She wanted to tell Callie in person that she wouldn't be there for the anniversary. So the two made a trip to their parents gravesite with their usual flower arrangements and took comfort in reminiscing over stories from when their parents were alive and held each other when the tears came, it was their usual memorial tradition.
But now with the day so close Callie realized that last visit wasn't enough. And her grandmother just didn't understand. So after a silent dinner that had been started with Victoria requiring her granddaughter to quote each scripture before being allowed to sit, Callie quickly retired in her room only falling asleep after her body had been worn out from crying. When the teen lay in her bed she thought she would check Facebook to see if Sierra was maybe missing her at all. But what she found was, her ex in a series of pictures with Yvette, a girl from their school that was known to get around. Each picture displayed a more intimate pose than the one before. In some they were surfing, or hanging out on the beach. In others the two were enveloped in loving embraces, but the one that really started the tears was the one with the two girls kissing where the caption simply read 'love'.
The next morning dark eyes slowly crept open with an incessant throb. Blindly searching the expanse of her bed for her missing cell, tan fingers landed on the reason for her excruciating headache, a bottle of Captain Morgan Dark Rum. Before falling asleep the brunette had thought it would be better to drown her sorrows in a lot of alcohol. With the way things were going lately, the bottom of the bottle brought the young Latina solace… or so she thought.
"Calliope you're late for breakfast." Just before Victoria made it to her granddaughter's door Callie hid the empty bottle under her pillow. "Why are you still in bed? It's the anniversary of your parents death, the least you could do it get out of bed. First you're kissing girls, now you can't even get up to honor your parents. You know they say everything happens for a reason… I finally know why that accident took your parents away. They would be beside themselves disappointed if they saw you today… I can't believe they named you after my mother… she would never… you have sullied her name."
Unable to listen to anymore of her grandmother's hateful words, barely holding back the tears that were stinging at her eyes Callie moved toward the door. "Lo siento por falta de desayuno abuela. No me siento muy bien, yo no quiero ser irrespetuoso." [I am sorry for missing breakfast grandma. I am not feeling too well, I didn't mean to be disrespectful.]
Not bothering to acknowledge the bowed down head in front of her, or the apology, the elder Latina went off muttering under her breath about the life of sin her granddaughter had fallen into and the embarrassment that she had brought on the Torres name, soiling her son's reputation.
"Uh… hey, it's me. I know that you broke up with me… but I could really use someone to talk to… things have been uhm, things have been really bad…" wiping a stray tear, she tried to keep her voice from cracking. "… I could really just use my best friend right now… please… I'm begging. I'm sorry for whatever I did; just talk to me, please…" the end came out in a defeated sigh, just barely above a whisper.
Before she'd completed the message the beep for a new alert had gone off. Pulling the phone away from her ear, dark eyes searched the screen.
Stop calling me. I've moved on. –S
Not that she really should have expected more from her ex… but her heart broke all over again. Her best friend and girlfriend had walked away from her, and her grandmother had force fed her how much her deceased parents would be disappointed and heartbroken by her 'sins', telling her they were better off dead opposed to being alive and having to see the 'mess' that their baby had turned into.
Present
"I'd been drinking really heavy, and I just couldn't get their voices out of my head. I don't know if I fell asleep or if I passed out… but I had a dream… and in it I was myself at sixteen… but my parents were there lying on the road the same way as the night of the crash. I begged and pleaded with them to live, telling them that I needed them and I loved them so much. My father just looked at me with such vicious hatred before telling me that I wasn't his child anymore, and asking how could I so easily tarnish the family name…"
Arizona was sat still in front of her girlfriend in the bed with their hands clasped together between them. She listened intently as the brunette poured out the deepest parts of herself. As she took in what was being said, Arizona had to work really hard on not getting angry for the hell that a young Callie had to go through simply because she had fallen for someone of the same sex. Watching the tears fall, she couldn't hold back the few that had fallen from her own eyes. Arizona wanted to wrap the Latina up in the most loving embrace possible, but right now that's was not Callie needed… right now Callie needed her girlfriend to sit there and support her by listening. So she held the strong olive hands within her own a little tighter and continued to listen.
"I know it was a dream… but it felt so real. I woke up and saw that I had a message from Aria, but I didn't check it. I just figured my abuela had talked to her and she was calling to disown me too. I was so mad at her… I know she had to go to school, but she left me too. My parent's left, the woman I thought loved me… left. My sister and Lana left… I just, I felt so alone. It…uh, it wasn't a new feeling, but the emptiness was just so overwhelming. I'd felt like I had wiped out and was drowning. For the next few days… all I did was drink. I mixed together whatever I could, trying to make the strongest drink possible. I just wanted to silence the voices. But no matter how hard I tried or how much I drank, their voices were always there… Sierra's, Abuela's, my dad's, and even Aria's… but especially abuela's. I was never good enough for her, and she was sure to remind me of it every chance she got. I tried so hard to do everything possible to just make her like me, but nothing was ever good enough… I was the reason my parents were running late to the benefit, so they were on the road at the same time as the teenager that had stolen a car that crashed into my our limo that caused it to flip over…"
Two pale arms pulled the flailing distraught Latina into her without thought. Callie had never disclosed any details of her parent's death other than that they'd unfortunately passed away in a car accident. 'How could a grandmother blame a child for the death of her own parent's?' Arizona engulfed the Latina in a strong embrace, consoling her as sobs wracked her body.
Callie tipped her head back in attempt to stifle the onslaught of tears that were taking over. Dark eyes drifted off as if watching it all playing out on a screen across the room.
"After a few day's I just couldn't take it anymore. The years of hearing my grandmother constantly drilling in my head how worthless I was, it finally overtook any positive there had ever been. No one loved me or cared for me, I felt like I didn't have anyone in my corner. I just… there was no longer a reason for me to live… no one wanted me…"
"So… I found my grandmother's prescription pills, I went in my bathroom and chased about twelve pills down with nearly a half a bottle of jack…" Arizona had done an admirable job containing her emotions, but she couldn't help the sharp intake of breath at this admission. "I sat in the bathtub for about a half hour and all I felt was a bad headache… so I saw my shaving razor on the side of the tub and figured out my next plan. I wanted to get a knife from the butcher's block, but I was in no shape to descend any amount of stairs… I picked up the razor and worked at taking it apart. It took more effort than I'd assumed, but after cutting my finger tips up a bit I managed to release the blades from their holder… huhhh…" Callie released a rugged breath before continuing "I held the three blades tightly together and cut as deep as I could… the pills and the drink numbed me really good, because I didn't feel a thing."
"The blood seemed like it was trickling out so slow, so I tried another cut… I don't know how successful I was because I was suddenly too lightheaded to hold my head up any more. I just remember my head crashing into the back of the tub before I blacked out… I woke up two days later in the ICU with Aria and Caprice on either side of my bed."
For the first time since the couple had gotten home a small smile graced olive features. But it wasn't a smile of something being funny… no, it barely reached dark emotional eyes, but it purely displayed every bit of gratitude possible in that moment.
"Aria's message that I didn't check, it was to tell me that she was having a hard time being away too, so she was coming home immediately after her last test. She was the one that found me, nearly dead lying in that bathtub, and called for help…"
Flashback
Curled up in her girlfriend's side, pale fingers lazily ran up and down olive skin drawing an invisible path. Without the watch that routinely hid the design that lay elaborately around the brunette's wrist, the intricate design was on display for nimble fingers to trace its outline.
'Life Will Out' the words were accompanied by an infinity sign made out of a rosary in elaborate shade of black and white around the Latina's wrist. "You haven't told me about this one yet." Arizona's voice broke through the comfortable silence.
There was a reason or story behind every one of the tattoos that decorated beautiful olive skin ranging from a lotus flower at the base of her spine that she got the day before leaving Miami for college, to the script of 'You've been given this life because you are strong enough to handle it' that lay down her right side and even the calligraphy that dictated her parent's names, as well as a few more here and there. And she'd freely expressed the meaning behind each work or art, except this one.
"Uh… hmm… that's a story for another time."
Fixing soft pulsating lips in a small pout, blue eyes turned to look her girlfriend in the face, "you always say that…"
"Mhm… and one day I'll mean it. Just… not tonight, alright?" Dark eyes still held a hint of the extravagant love making from earlier in the night as they pleadingly danced over porcelain features.
Arizona knew that this was something major that Callie just wasn't ready to relive, so she gave in and let it go, again. Letting the brunette off the hook Arizona climbed on top of her girlfriend, straddling her front she clasped their hands together above the dark locks that were sprawled across the pillow as she leaned down to connect their lips in a fervent kiss. "You taste so good… or should I say, I taste good on you…"
Present
"Your tattoo…" she hadn't meant to speak up, but the words fell from her lips before she could pull them back in.
Callie slightly tilted her head to the side before nodding her head up and down. "It covers the scar… after I had Sofia I had a new reason to live… a new reason to love life, you know? I didn't want a memory of when life was so bad that the only way I saw out was death… so now when I look at it I remember life always gives me a reason to keep living and fighting."
Callie reached up to gently wipe the tears that slowly ran down the fair skin of her girlfriend. "Oh, Callie…"
But before the blonde could continue a finger halted her words as it pressed against her lips. "Before Aria found out that she'd broken up with me she called Sierra to let her know what happened. She never came… tonight; she was apologizing… But I… I didn't want her to kiss me. You know that right? You are the only person that I want kissing me. I'm so sorry Arizona…"
"Callie stop apologizing, please. I know, alright?" Lifting the Latina's head with a finger under her chin she received a small nod. "I love you and Sofia so much, you know that right?"
"We love you too. Sometimes I think she might even love you more than she loves me." A rugged laugh escaped in attempt to lighten the mood.
Arizona moved in closer wrapping her arms around Callie in a strong embrace inhaling the Latina's scent. After a few beats she turned to whisper in the brunette's ear, "Thank you."
"I should be thanking you."
"No, just… just listen, okay?" Callie nodded against Arizona's shoulder. "From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, I could see that there was this thing inside of you, this thing that haunted you. And as we became closer I've been waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to open up to me, to fully open yourself up to me, to trust me with the deepest parts of you." Callie pulled out of the embrace with a smirk, "not like that you perv… well, that too. But seriously Callie, thank you for trusting me."
Both women now had puffy faces matched with red-rimmed eyes with tears. With her head still resting in the nape of Arizona's neck Callie spoke up. "I know that you said no more apologizing, but… I just, I know what happened with your ex, and tonight must have seemed like déjà vu. I am so, so sorry that Sierra felt comfortable enough to kiss me."
"Calliope, I forgive you." Pulling apart from her girlfriend blue eyes connected with brown displaying all the love and forgiveness possible. The blonde took in the features of her lover, falling deeper in love as her eyes took in the plump lips of the Latina. With her eyes set on the delicious lips Arizona slowly closed the distance but stopped just short of connecting.
Callie was surprised when she didn't feel the blonde's lips on hers. But she wasn't surprised that her girlfriend needed for her to come to her. Arizona needed that small inch of reassurance from her girlfriend. Their lips met in a soft tentative embrace, a slow inspection… a reuniting of sorts without the kiss deepening.
Pulling out of the kiss both sets of eyes had yet to open as both foreheads melded into that of the other. The blonde's mouth opened to say something, but before the words could be released a weary yawn erupted from her lover. "It's late…" blue eyes searched their surroundings noticing streaks of the sunrise on the horizon, " or early I guess… let's go to sleep."
"Shit, the wedding is in six hours!"
"We'll sleep for three and still have plenty of time to make it."
Flashback
"Talk to me Callie!" Aria hadn't engaged in a peaceful sleep since she'd found her sister nearly dead sitting in the bathtub as dark crimson blood cried out in the stead of the barely conscious Latina as it passively trailed down the side of the double-slipper clawfoot tub, forever inscribing the previously unblemished splurge with the blaze of trauma. "It's been two weeks, two weeks and you won't even talk to me. Wh-wh-what did I do wrong?"
Dark eyes jumped to attention at the words from her older sister who furiously paced in front of her. The two sister's had been sitting here for an hour now with the older sibling desperately trying to get the younger Latina to open up. But it was like talking to a brick wall, a brick wall that suddenly only looked at her with nothing but pure hatred. "What did you do wrong?" The first words Callie spoke to her sister accused the older Latina of all the wrongs that had been committed against the broken teen. "Don't act like you really care now Aria."
Aria froze at the hate laced words from her younger sister. She couldn't understand for the life of her why Callie would feel like she didn't care. Taking in a deep breath before slowly releasing it, Aria took a seat directly in front of her younger sister. Tears pooled in the Latina's eyes as she tried talking to her sister with a different approach, in a more calm tone. "Of course I care Callie… how could I not care? You're my little sister, my sidekick. I'm no good without you… of course I care. Talk to me, please? I love you so much Cal, and I nearly lost you… forever" this was the first time the words had actually been voiced since she found her baby sister. As the realization settled in a pain shot through her heart that could physically be felt. Her leg bounced in attempt to steady herself to make it through this talk. "Talk to me, please?"
Matching dark eyes tentatively looked up to meet the identical one's across from her at the sincere plea. The venom that had been coursing through the teen was being deactivated by the genuine appeal. "I just… it just got to be too much. I tried so hard, I did… I tried to keep being strong. Papi and Mami hate me, you hate me, abuela hate's me… Sierra broke up with me and refuses to talk to me…"
"I'm going to stop you right there. Mami and Papi did not hate you. I- -I do Not hate you, and Abuela… she, she doesn't hate you Cal. What happened that night… it wasn't your fault. You didn't want to go to another benefit, you were only twelve, no twelve year old wants to spend their Friday night at another boring charity benefit dinner. But they didn't blame you-"
"-how do you know?"
"Want to know how I know? I'm going to tell you, and you're going to listen, really listen to me." Moving closer to meet the gaze of the younger brunette, Aria tipped the teenager's head up. "You lived that night because they protected you. When that limo started flipping their first instinct was to protect you, to shield you from being thrown around. No matter what happened to them, they made sure you were protected as much as they possibly could protect you in that moment."
Tears fell unabashedly at the replay of the terrifying tragic accident.
"What happened to mom and dad isn't on you, and you are not alone. I'm here, you have me… we have each other. You and me against the world, remember?"
Falling forward into her sister's arms, sobs furiously wracked through the teen at the distressed declaration. "I'm so sorry Aria, I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry." She kept repeating the words over and over even when the words became unintelligible from the choked sobs.
Tears spilled from both sisters while Aria held her baby sister like a life vest in the middle of the ocean. Once the sound of the boisterous cries dimmed, Callie remained in her older sister's vice grip. After a while Aria could tell there was still more on her sister's mind, and as she slowly replayed the rushed thought's that had been uttered from the teen, the last part stuck out 'Sierra broke up with me and refuses to talk to me…'. Callie hadn't come out to her sister, but the older sister had a very strong suspicion a while back, but she didn't want to push her sister before Callie was ready to tell her on her own. But tonight, had she come out? Did she even realize she came out? And not only to her sister, but also to her godmother that was sat patiently across the room, as she had been from the time the phone call had come through.
"Will you tell me?"
Callie had also been replaying her words in her own head, wondering if her sister had actually heard everything that she'd said. Once the question was out, the younger sister didn't have to think what it was pertaining to… she knew.
"I'm… I- -uh, I… I'm gay… Well, I'm attracted to men and women… or both sexes, so I- -I guess that means I'm bisexual…" the confused ramble was finally out, she, Callie was finally out, but suddenly she was unsure of herself. "I'm sorry."
"No, no more apologizing. You are bisexual, but no, no you are not sorry. You are not sorry for being who you are. You are Callie Torres, my little sister, and you are bisexual, and I love you! So, no, you are not sorry, and you will not apologize no matter who is too small minded and can't accept it."
Callie tightened the renewed hold she held around the older brunette's waist impossibly tighter at her sibling's words.
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Present
After a few hours of sleep the two women nearly overslept when they both ignored their alarms. But after a bit of a late start joined the rest of the bride's wedding prep in time to see her slip on the dress.
The wedding ceremony was full of love, inducing tears from every eye in the building. Sierra seemed to have a completely new demeanor, that of a wounded puppy. When Arizona and Callie showed up hand in hand and practically wrapped around each other, the older brunette's mouth nearly hit the floor. Callie and Arizona seemed… different somehow, their longing looks went deeper, and their simple affectionate pecks were substantially more emotional.
During the ceremony Arizona was sat in the audience while her girlfriend carried out her bridesmaid duties. While every other eye was completely engaged in the beautiful landscape of two people in love promising each other a blissful forever, blue eyes seemed to hold the gaze of brown sharing their own silent vows of devotion and a deeper connection of love.
Whenever Sierra would notice the couple completely lost in each other it sparked new feelings of anger at her unaccomplished goal.
Now they were in the middle of the beachfront reception out on the dance floor of sand, under a canvas of stars.
So whether morning noon or night
When ever baby I'm feeling
Alright
And I'm staying with you
Long after lovin is through
Morning noon
And night…
As the lyrics of Ryan Shaw's 'Morning Noon & Night floated around them, it seemed the only thing that could penetrate the opaque bubble that had captured the couple. Sofia was stood held between the couple as Arizona was wrapped around her two girls swaying back and forth. When the song ended the little family was still locked in their embrace, near completely oblivious to the song change.
But Arizona couldn't stay in this embrace for much longer. She had a pressing matter that needed to be tended to as soon as possible. Lifting her head from the Latina's shoulder, a soft peck met olive skin, left by slender lips. "I have to visit the ladies room, I'll be right back."
"Hurry back, we'll be waiting for you right here."
With a few quick pecks to her lover's lips the blonde separated from her two girls and made a necessary trip to the lady's room. Now she was headed back to the impenetrable embrace of her two Latina's.
"Miss Robbins, can we talk?"
At the beckon from behind her, the blonde froze in her tracks. The giddy smile that had taken hostage of her features was suddenly set free as it quickly disappeared and morphed into…
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