"You're in love with her, you know."
"What? Since when?"
"Since forever. You always have been. That's why I'm breaking up with you."
Percy rang the doorbell for the third time, and stomped his rain boots so that the droplets of rainwater leftover from the night before dripped down on to the welcome mat. He had a blue plastic bag clutched in one hand and a closed umbrella in the other, and he tapped the umbrella impatiently on the ground as he waited for the door to open. The handles of the bag were starting to stretch under the weight of their contents, and Percy had just reached up to ring the doorbell a fourth time when the door swung open.
It was Annabeth, standing with a blanket clutched in her arms and looking so much like a lost child that Percy wanted to drop the entire contents of his arms and wrap her in a hug. She had never taken off the makeup of the night before, and the mascara and dark eyeliner she had been wearing was smudged all around her eyes, so that she looked a bit like a racoon. She wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of tiny Adidas shorts and tank top, topped with a stained, oversized sweatshirt. Percy swallowed, keeping his eyes on her tear-streaked face.
He held up his bag weakly. "I, uh. I brought ice cream."
The corners of Annabeth's mouth twitched up, wobbling slightly. Then she blinked twice, and held out her arms like she wanted a hug.
Percy didn't hesitate.
Annabeth was soft and warm in his arms. She smelled like hairspray and sweat and sleep; her hair was stiff and crunchy with leftover hairspray and Percy could feel it against his cheek it as she rested her head against his neck. He absently brushed a couple sticky strands out of her eyes and she sighed.
It sounded like a muffled sob. Percy felt a pang somewhere in his chest, and Rachel's parting words rang in his ears.
They weren't true. She couldn't be right.
Annabeth pulled away and looked up at him, her grey eyes bright with tears. She ran her hand across her face, smearing more eyeshadow down her cheek, and gave Percy a tiny, genuine smile.
"I was just—I was just watching TV," she said, her voice catching a little. "Do you… want to come in?"
Somehow, Percy had taken her hand in his, and it was small and soft. He didn't plan on letting go.
"We should close the door," he smiled, pulling it shut behind him and following her into the house. There was an inkling of suspicion in his chest, and there were words tingling in the back of his mind. But it wasn't like they were true.
"So, your family not home?" asked Percy, trying to make small talk though it seemed like a bizarre thing to do with one of his best friends.
Annabeth shook her head as she led him down the hallway. "No, my dad's at work and Helen and the boys are at soccer, or—I don't know, basketball, or some other stupid sport practice they couldn't miss. They won't be back until later."
The entered the living room, and he glanced around, raising an eyebrow at the scene in front of him. There were tissues all over the couch and the floor, and crumbs falling off of several dirty plates littered across the room. He paused to look over at the TV, which was blaring loudly. He could just make out the cast of Supernatural, and he had to smile. Someone onscreen was dying and someone else was screaming, and there was blood everywhere. Annabeth was certainly unique in her choice of breakup movies.
Her cheeks flushed pink and she grabbed the remote, muting the television so that the people on the screen continued to move in silence. She picked up some of the tissues and tried pointlessly to wipe some of the crumbs off the couch.
Percy grabbed her arm to stop her. "Annabeth. It's okay. Don't bother. Let's just…" he held up his bag, unsure of what else to do. "Eat ice cream. Watch something violent. We're in the same boat here."
She blinked owlishly at him. "We are?"
"Yeah, of course." Percy frowned. "Wait, you've heard, haven't you?"
Annabeth wiped some crumbs off a pillow and sat down on the couch, pulling her knees up underneath her and wrapping a blanket around her lap. She patted the couch beside her. "Heard what?"
Percy sat down, and opened his bag of ice cream so that he wouldn't have to look at her when he said it. It wasn't like he was ridiculously sad or anything—surprisingly, he was more okay than he thought he would be. But still—it hurt. "Huh," he said, huffing out a laugh and not meeting Annabeth's eyes as he opened a container. "You're friends with the biggest gossips in the school and you still don't know one of the juiciest bits of the evening."
Percy straightened, running out of ways to stall. Annabeth was staring at him with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he rushed on to explain. "Rachel. She, uh. She broke up with me last night. Right after you left. She ran out of the gym just a couple minutes after you did, and—what?"
Annabeth was blinking at him with wide eyes, like she had just realized something important. She flushed, almost guilty, shaking her head and taking Percy's hand in her lap. "Nothing, Perce. I—I'm so sorry about Rachel. That's cruel. I just… she didn't… it wasn't because of me, was it? I don't want to—"
"No!" Percy assured her too quickly, and she frowned. "I mean, no not at all she just… well, I guess maybe she realized from your whole—I mean, she told that me that she couldn't… do it anymore. She realized we weren't, I don't know, meant to be."
Annabeth didn't look quite satisfied, and with her piercing gaze breaking into his mind, Percy had to push back the flood of memories from the night before so that she couldn't see it in his face.
He wasn't completely lying; he just wasn't telling Annabeth the whole truth.
"Are you sure you're okay, Percy?" she asked, eyes soft and sympathetic as she squeezed his hand almost unconsciously. "I mean; I know you loved Rachel."
"Yeah…" Percy wondered if that was true, and then shook his head, pulling his hand out of her grasp to touch her cheek. "But look at you. All concerned about me when…"
Annabeth looked at him with a glowing sadness in her face, and Percy didn't want to finish his sentence in the fear that she would break. "When what, Percy?" she murmured sadly. His fingers were still dancing over her cheekbones, and she looked vaguely uncomfortable, so Percy dropped his hand.
"You know what, Annabeth."
She was silent for a minute, looking at her lap and playing with the frayed edge of her tattered blanket. Finally, she looked up at Percy. "Yes, I do." She looked away again, and her eyes caught the edge of her phone, which had lit up, buzzing. "I should really check that. I know… I know Luke has been calling all day, and…"
"No!" yelled Percy, picking up the phone before she could reach for it and chucking it across the room. Annabeth made a sound of indignation, but Percy didn't care. "No, Annabeth," he continued, and she glared at him. "You don't owe that bastard anything. Not a text, nothing. Just—just leave it."
Annabeth glared at him for a second more, then dropped her gaze. "You're right. He doesn't deserve it."
"He doesn't deserve anything."
"Yeah," she agreed listlessly. "Though it might have been Piper. Again. She tried calling this morning a couple times—Hazel and Thalia, too." She let out a short laugh. "I don't even want to see how many texts have come through since I turned my phone off."
"Then why aren't they here?" Percy asked, puzzled. He knew how close Annabeth was with her friends, especially Piper.
She looked down, twisting her hands. "I told them not to come," she mumbled, refusing to meet Percy's eyes.
"Annabeth," he chided gently. "You shouldn't—you can't just push your friends away. They love you, okay? They just want to help."
"I know." She took a deep breath. "I know, it's just—I just needed some time, you know? They're all in these happy relationships and then there's me, and I just—" she gestured unsurely. "Wanted to be alone."
Percy fleetingly wondered who Thalia could be in a relationship with; last he remembered, she was single and proud of it. "I can go, if you want?" he offered weakly.
"No!" Annabeth burst out, her eyes snapping us to his. "No, don't leave," she added quietly. "Stay with me. Please?"
Percy nodded, relief flooding his heart.
Annabeth avoided his glance, choosing instead to look back at the screen, where something was exploding in a mass of fire and debris. "Why are you here, Percy?"
Percy considered the answer, before he finally decided on the truth—or most of it. "Because we're supposed to be friends, Annabeth. This is what friends do."
"Compare breakups?"
"No, doofus. Recover. Eat ice cream. Watch people die in fiery explosions. Pretend we don't care about the things we do." He picked his bag up off the floor and offered it to her hopefully. "Here, I bought one of every kind they had in the store. Pick one, and we can put the rest in the freezer."
Annabeth gave a little cough that sounded like a sob and wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve. She reached into the bag and rummaged around until she pulled out a slightly melting pint of mint-chocolate-chip. Percy smiled, remembering how that had always been her favorite, even when they were kids. "We're going to need spoons."
They settled on the couch like that a few minutes later, side by side and covered in blankets with tubs of ice cream clasped in their hands. Annabeth's mint-chocolate-chip was dripping down off the spoon and running down her hand, and Percy was devouring a tub of rocky road. They spent the day losing themselves in an array of TV shows and movies, and seeing how many tubs of ice cream they could finish without getting sick.
The love scenes made Annabeth sad and Percy uncomfortable, so they skipped over them and ended up watching whatever they could find that was mindless and easy. Percy's head ended up in Annabeth's lap and her fingers were running absently through his hair. It felt good, right, and all of a sudden, Percy couldn't stop the flow of memories from the night before from flooding through his brain.
He'd watched Annabeth run from the room, watched Luke start after her and then change his mind. He was still standing watching after her when Rachel came over and took him arm, looking up his face with a sadness Percy didn't understand.
"We have to talk, Percy," she had said, and her voice wobbled. She had blinked up at him, her green eyes fierce.
Percy had felt his stomach twist instantly with anxiety; those were words no one ever wanted to hear. "We do?"
Rachel nodded sadly, looking at Percy like he was a sick puppy. "It's about Annabeth."
Percy had raised an eyebrow, and Rachel sighed, looking down at the floor.
"You're in love with her, you know," she'd told him, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like everyone in the room knew it. Like she had known it forever and never voiced it.
"What?" It took Percy a minute to understand what she was saying. It didn't make sense. It wasn't true. He opened his mouth to contradict her harshly, but all that came out was "Since when?"
Rachel's expression was sad and resigned, and Percy got the impression she had always known that it would come to this. "Since—forever, Percy. You always have been." She paused, and Percy wondered what on earth he was going to do with this information. "That's why I'm breaking up with you."
That had been the real shock.
Rachel, who had always been there.
Rachel, who had never been jealous or possessive. Just loving and far more caring than he deserved.
Rachel was breaking up with him.
And it was all because of Annabeth.
Because apparently, Percy was in love with Annabeth. But he wasn't in love with Annabeth, was he? He couldn't possibly be. Not after everything they had gone through. Not after all the work that had gone into patching their shattered friendship, into picking up the pieces of their lives and healing, together.
Rachel had laughed slightly, her smile weak and watery. She had patted his arm with one of her manicured hands, looking imploringly into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Percy. You know I love you, I do. Just… not in the way you deserve. You're my best friend, Percy, but it's not enough. It's just—it's not meant to be. Look, maybe…" she'd sighed, again, looking down at her toes. "Maybe nothing will happen for you right away. Maybe this makes me seem like a bad person but—" she looked up again suddenly, her expression full of desperation. "I need you… I need you to follow your heart, Percy Jackson. Follow your heart, because I know where it will take you, and you deserve that."
"I don't…" Percy had said, shaking his head. "I don't understand."
"That's because you're a dork," she'd told him, with a small smile. Then she'd reached her arms around his neck and kissed him like the world was ending. He had tasted the saltiness of her tears between their lips. When she'd pulled away, she had brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes and given him one last smile through her scattered freckles. "Goodbye, Percy Jackson."
And she'd disappeared through the doors of the gym after Annabeth, into the hallway and out of sight. Percy had blinked after her for a second and then gone to sit down to process the information.
You're in love with her, you know.
Percy opened one eye to look up with Annabeth, who was wiping her nose on her sleeve and eating a bag of M&Ms she had pulled out from in between a couple of the couch cushions. She looked sad, like the world had betrayed her. It was what she looked like when no one was watching, Percy realized.
He sat up too quickly, and Annabeth started, dumping M&Ms on her lap. She gave him a small smile, covering up the expression that had been on her face moments before. Percy draped an arm around her shoulders and turned to watch the TV with her. She leaned into him almost unconsciously.
They made their way through a few more tubs of ice cream and most of a season of Friends before Percy stood up, stretching and reaching a hand out to Annabeth to pull her up. She took it and let him pull her to her feet, dusting crumbs and crumpled tissues off her lap.
"We should go somewhere," Percy said. "We've been inside all day, we should go out and celebrate being single."
Annabeth laughed, and it didn't sound forced. "I—I guess I could stomach that. We could go that new coffee shop that everyone's been talking about; Piper won't stop raving about it."
"Perfect," beamed Percy, pleased. "It's a date. Or, like. An anti-date. We're single, it's all good, we need to celebrate. That kind of date."
Annabeth laughed, pulling her jean jacket off the back of a chair and wrapping it around her shoulders. "Great. Let's go."
"Um, Annabeth?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you maybe want to… shower first?"
Annabeth blinked at him, affronted. Percy shrugged, and she whirled around to check herself out in the mirror on the wall behind her couch. Her hair was in knotted strands down her back, still sticky with hairspray, and her makeup was in smeared lines down her cheeks. The giant neck of her sweatshirt had slipped off one smooth shoulder, and Percy refused to let his eyes linger.
She snorted. "Okay, fine. Maybe—maybe you're right."
"I'm always right," Percy said, and she threw a pillow at him.
Percy busied himself with cleaning up the living room while she showered, gathering tissues from across the room and sweeping up old crumbs. He was just folding the last blanket when Annabeth emerged, wearing black leggings and an old t-shirt, her hair falling in damp curls down her back. Her face was clean and her cheeks rosy, and she gave him a slight smile.
"Ready?" she asked, grabbing her jean jacket from the couch and pulling on her worn combat boots. Percy nodded with a grin, tossing the folded blanket back onto the couch.
They stepped out the door and onto the street, golden sunlight pouring down and lighting Annabeth's face, transforming her wet hair to strands of pure gold. The storm clouds of the previous night's downpour had disappeared into the horizon and the sky was a periwinkle blue, washed out like bleached denim. It was the sunlight of late afternoon, dripping down the treetops and onto the road. Annabeth turned to face Percy with grin, and it shone in her eyes, making them glow like polished silver. His heart thumped painfully in his chest, but he forced it down.
"Hey—thanks," said Annabeth after a moment, once they had set off down the cracked pavement of the street. She was balancing on the curb beside him, holding her arms out and wobbling along.
"For what?" Percy asked, looking up at her and taking a hand out of his pocket to shade the sun from his eyes.
She smiled down at him, the expression in her eyes soft. "For taking care of me. For trying to make me feel better after—well, you know."
Percy looked at his feet. The tip of his white sock was showing through his sneaker and he wiggled it. "It's what I'm here for."
"Yeah," she said quietly, and when he allowed himself a quick look up at her face, she was still staring down at him, her lips slightly parted and the expression in her eyes unreadable. Percy blushed and pushed Rachel's words to the back of his mind again.
The coffee shop was only a few blocks away, on the corner of a block tucked beside a little deli. Percy and Annabeth pushed through the door into the soft atmosphere of the shop, bell tinkling over their heads. The warm aroma of coffee beans and sugar touched Percy's nose and he inhaled deeply, taking in the sounds of smells of the little coffee shop. Quiet voices melded together, along with the gentle clinking of spoons and the quiet hum of machines in the background. The walls were dotted with photographs, little snippets of places around the world printed on canvas, and there was music playing softly in the background.
Annabeth grabbed his arm and dragged him to a little table in the corner by the window that looked out into the street as the traffic of the evening rumbled on.
Percy got up after a minute and bought them both coffees that came in enormous colourful mugs: a simple black coffee for Annabeth with a dash of cream and a ridiculous iced café-mocha for himself, topped with a mountain of whipped cream and caramel sauce. Annabeth rolled her eyes at the sight of it.
"How can you drink that? It's literally, like, liquid candy," she scoffed, raising her eyebrows at Percy's wide grin. She was smiling too, skeptical and amused like she couldn't quite help it.
"Like this," Percy said, taking an obnoxiously long slurp and sticking his nose into the whipped cream so it came out topped with frothy white. Annabeth snorted, reaching across the table to wipe it of the tip of his nose with her finger. He stiffened slightly at her gentle touch and their eyes met. For a second they stared at each other.
Annabeth dropped her gaze to the table. "So, Percy, how… how are you doing?" she asked uncomfortably, and Percy blinked in confusion.
"Um, I'm alright, I'm actually a little warm though. Why are coffee shops always so hot, do they—"
"No, Percy," Annabeth interrupted gently. "I mean, how are you doing after—I mean, you just went through a breakup, too. I haven't heard you talk about it at all and I just… I want you to know I'm here. To listen. Anything."
"Oh." Percy looked away from her piercing gaze and down at the foamy white cream on his drink. Absently, he stuck his finger into the cream and licked it off before responding. "I'm… okay, actually. Seriously," he added at her raised eyebrow. "I'm actually… not terrible."
"You lost Rachel." Annabeth reached across the table and took one of his hands, and Percy looked up at her in surprise. "You lost someone you loved. That… it has to hurt."
"Well, yeah," Percy said, shifting uncomfortably. "I mean, sure. But… I didn't, you know. At least I don't think I did." His voice trailed off.
"You didn't what?" Annabeth squeezed his hand.
He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, wondering what it meant. "I didn't love Rachel. I mean, I did, I still do. Just not in the way I was supposed to. She… she was great and everything, she's just more like—a friend. Or a sister."
Annabeth gave a tiny, breathy laugh, looking down at her coffee. "I think that's called incest. Making out with your sister."
"It is not—" Percy started indignantly, but Annabeth shushed him with a real laugh.
"I know, Perce. I'm just teasing. That—it's kind of nice, though. To know. That you, well…"
Percy's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously tightened his grip around Annabeth's hand. "Why?"
She pulled her hand away, and wrapped both of her hands around her mug, still not meeting his eyes. "Because, well. Because I'm in the same boat. I was with Luke for so long, and just…" She sighed, reaching a hand up and wiping the corner of her eye, a slight tremor in her voice. "I never loved him. He wanted me to. I wanted to. I wanted to be in love, because everyone around me is falling in love and I just—I want that too. I want to be loved. Is that too much to ask?"
She looked up at him, and he could see the tears swimming unshed in her eyes, the desperation behind her eyes. I want to be loved. All of a sudden Percy wanted to reach out and brush the tears from her eyes and tell her that she deserved everything in the world.
Somewhere far behind them, the door tinkled open. They stared into each other's eyes until a voice broke into their connection and they tore apart.
"Hey, we interrupting a staring contest or something?" Percy looked up to see Thalia standing above them, with a smirk dancing on her lips and her eyes more alight than Percy had ever seen them. Beside her stood a tall girl with incredible posture that Percy recognized as Reyna, the student-body president of the school. Percy looked down and realized with a start that the girls were holding hands.
Across the table, Annabeth turned away discreetly to wipe her eyes.
"Hey Thalia," Percy nodded. Annabeth's earlier comment came to his mind. "Reyna?" It came out more like a question, and he winced as the two girls exchanged smirks. They both looked especially intimidating standing above him, and Percy felt very small. He wondered fleetingly if he could disappear into his chair. "What are you guys doing here?"
The two exchanged looks, and Reyna spoke up after a minute. "A date. Or something of the sort." She bumped her arm against Thalia, whose pale cheeks flushed pink. Percy grinned, making a mental note to tease her about it later.
"That's cool. We're kind of…" he glanced over at Annabeth, "…on the opposite of a date."
"How so?" asked Reyna, with cool but genuine interest.
Percy scratched the back of his head absently. "I mean, we're kind of… on an anti-date. Like, searching for the cure for breakup pain or something like that." Across the table from him, Annabeth snorted.
"Oh, that's right," Thalia said, shifting her weight uncomfortably. You guys just had… I mean, there was…" she cleared her throat, and Percy's eyes flicked over to Reyna, who was staring at Thalia with a soft fondness he had never seen on her sharp features. "Are you guys… doing… okay?" Thalia finished finally, glaring at Annabeth when she gave a little huff of laughter.
"Yeah, Thals," Annabeth spoke for the first time, her voice a little hoarse. "We're both okay, I think. Thanks. But you know, life goes on. One relationship ends, another begins, all that jazz."
"A new relationship begins?" asked Thalia, raising her eyebrow
"Yeah," Annabeth said, brow furrowed in confusion. "You guys."
"Oh," said Thalia, her tone almost disappointed. Then, "Oh. Yeah. Us. We're—awesome. I mean…" she turned to her girlfriend. "You're awesome. I'm… decent."
Reyna laughed and kissed Thalia lightly on the cheek. "You're perfect. Come on, let's leave these two recovering children alone and get us some coffee." She pulled Thalia away by the hand and Thalia waved back at them over her shoulder, looking pleased. Annabeth and Percy exchanged amused smirks.
Percy tried to restart the conversation, but the moment was lost, and Annabeth was staring out the window into the street watching the traffic go by. They drank their coffees in silence, and Percy stared down at the table and thought about Annabeth.
After a while the silence got too heavy, and when Percy looked up Annabeth was sniffling again. She met his concerned gaze and looked quickly down at her coffee mug. It was empty, and Percy realized with a start that his was too; they had been sitting in the corner of the little coffee shop for nearly an hour. Percy stood, scraping his chair back against the wooden floorboards and smiling at Annabeth.
"I have an idea," he said softly at her questioning stare. "C'mon, let's go."
And he held out his hand. For a second Annabeth stared at him, and then she took his outstretched hand and let him pull her out the door.
"Where are we going?" she asked a few minutes later, once they had walked a few blocks down the crowed street and cut down a narrow alleyway to a quieter street. They walked along the sidewalk together, and Percy realized suddenly that they still were holding hands—it was happening a lot today. He was holding her hand again, and he didn't want to let go. Her hand was too soft, too small, too warm—slightly sweaty, but he kept holding on.
He squeezed her hand gently, and she glanced down at where they were intertwined. "It's a surprise. You'll see."
For a while they walked along side by side in comfortable silence, down the busy city streets and past the bright storefronts advertising things they didn't want. There was a breeze blowing through the air, ruffling Annabeth's curls and raising the hairs on Percy's arms, making the fairy-green leaves on the trees shiver. They walked past a storefront selling glorious arrays of brightly-coloured flowers, and on a whim Percy dropped Annabeth's hand and snatched a daisy from a bouquet, presenting it to her with great gusto before grabbing her hand and again and sprinting away before anyone caught them. He could hear her laughter behind him as they ran, bubbly and sweet.
They slowed to a walk again a few blocks later. Annabeth was giggling breathlessly, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes gleaming brighter than Percy had seen in ages. He wanted to reach out brush the wind-swept curls off of her cheeks, but he restrained himself; instead, he took the daisy from her hand and gently tucked it into her hair. She beamed at him before her eyes fixed on what was behind him, the bright smile dropping from her face.
"Oh," said Annabeth softly, coming to a halt. They had reached their destination.
Their old elementary school, standing tall and red-bricked, with gentle orange sunlight lighting up the side of the building and reflecting off the windows. Percy squeezed Annabeth's hand again, and they looked up at the crumbling building, remembering simpler times. Not every memory from that school was sweet, but the bad days were over; the grass was still green and the swings still creaked. The schoolyard was empty so late in the evening, and Annabeth took the lead, pulling Percy towards the swing set to sit down. She didn't let go off his hand as they sat down side by side.
"Do you remember," she said dreamily, staring off into the distance as they swung gently back and forth, their linked hands dangling between them, "when we sat in that corner and dreamed about the future? I said something about how middle school was going to be a new era of our lives." The corner of her mouth twitched.
Percy snorted. "Well, you weren't wrong."
She turned to face him, her grey eyes solemn. "I missed you, you know. All those years. More than anything."
"I missed you too." His voice was soft and her cheeks were pink. "I was—kind of a wreck without you. You're my brains."
"I'm a good judge of books," Annabeth mused sadly, turning back to the sunset. "I'm not as good a judge of people."
Together they stared out into the sunset, reminiscing about times gone by. The sun was sinking into the horizon, turning the fluffy white clouds that drifted on the breeze pink and painting Annabeth's curls fiery gold. They fell silent eventually, and Percy felt more at home then he had in ages, beside his childhood best friend. Holding her hand in his and watching the evening sun bounce off the tiny freckles on her nose.
He reached out his hand and brushed a piece of her hair out from where it was tucked into the collar of her shirt. She shivered as his knuckles grazed her neck, and Percy watched her face: the piercing eyes, the faded freckles, the rosy cheeks, the peach-pink lips.
You're in love with her, you know.
It was the truth. Rachel had been right all along.
Her eyes were grey and the sky was blue and he loved her.
And, Percy realized, he always had.
A/N: So. We are approaching. Some important stuff, i.e. PERCABETH YES.
Okay first I have to thank all you guys for your incredible reaction to last chapter I mean ahhh I don't think I've ever gotten that many reviews on a single chapter. Like you guys are literally my favourites thank you all so so much and just know that I read every one of your reviews and they all made me smile so MUCH aghh. Hopefully you liked this chapter as much... I mean obviously not as much drama but FLUFF I like fluff.
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