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TWENTY-NINE

I've been to many magnificent and beautiful places before (Courtesy of the Host Club, of course), be no other place caught my breath like Kyouya-senpai's mansion. He was taking me on a tour around his house. And I for one thought that it was more of a museum than a home.

Kyouya-senpai took me to various places that tickled my disbelief: an artificial beach in the middle of the city in their backyard, tennis courts that measured about two football fields all in all, a movie theatre that house more than 150 people, a library that just made me topple over my dress (yes, it was above knee).

"Since I already took you to some of our special guest confines, I think next should be our living quarters," said Kyouya-senpai as he stirred me out of the library. I was completely dazzled by all the books that I forgot that he was there. He had to speak loudly directly into my ear so that I could jump out of my asinine revelry.

"Living quarters?" I asked stupidly. He placed his hand in mine as he did the past hour. I blushed, but I learned not to move away.

"Yes, Haruhi, living quarters," he said slowly, as if he were speaking to a child. And then he smiled smugly, "You don't suppose we live in the library?"

I laughed nervously, "Of course not, senpai. That would be, um, absurd."

"Absurd, indeed. And yet I could have sworn you muttered something incoherent in the lines of, 'they can live in here' when you first saw the library," said Kyouya-senpai softly, mocking my voice.

I gripped his hands tightly with all my might, signifying for him to stop the teasing. His knuckles whitened with the lack of blood flow, and yet his face didn't reflect any pain. Only amusement. I wondered if he even felt pain.

After a short walk, the light from the white interior's of the Ootori Mansion transformed into a cozier pathway. I looked around, feeling the sudden closeness of the walls and the low ceiling a little odd, since the whole place seemed to have given off nothing but space. Kyouya-senpai grinned widely.

"Welcome to the Ootori Quarters level A," he said, a little smirk showing from the dim lights of the yellow torch-like lights that was stuck with intricate detail on the expensive looking wallpaper.

"How many levels do you have for the rooms?" I asked a little baffled.

"Well, level A is for my older brothers. The first one you will see to your right would be Rei-nii's bedroom. The one in the end would be Ichido-nii's," he said, his finger tracing his lower lip in thought.

"You don't live here?" I asked, this time a little apologetically. Kyouya-senpai laughed.

"Of course not, Haruhi," he said, and then stopped laughing, "Our living quarters signify our personalities. My brothers chose this area, because it was more business like. The others, I will explain when we reach them."

"Okay," I said after a moment of thought. And then I could feel my eyes widen, "Are we going inside their bedrooms?"

He nodded and then stopped midway, "Unless they are not allowing visitors, then we can do nothing but respect their wishes for privacy."

I bit my lip. "I should think so."

"Yes."

With that, he tugged at my hand and we moved forward. It was a long and winding pathway. I could feel the cold air conditioning chill us from above. My left hand started to freeze from the cold, but my right hand—the one in Kyouya-senpai's—was perfectly warm. I suddenly felt the need to change hands so that my left would feel its heat.

When we stopped at a door after a minutes silent walking on the soft red floor carpet, I stared at the door. It was perfectly plain, in its dark, curved simplicity. And yet, I could feel power radiating in it. I turned to my unperturbed senpai, waiting for him to speak. But he remained silent, waiting in front of the door like a perfectly bored mannequin.

He let go of my hand, and I sighed as I could feel a slight disappointment. I rubbed them both together, hoping that friction would help me.

"What do you want, Kyouya?" asked Rei-san's smooth yet rough voice, from where it came, I couldn't tell. It wasn't in an annoyed tone that you usually heard with such a sentence, but a curious one.

Kyouya-senpai grinned at me, his white teeth shining brilliantly for a second before it disappeared quickly behind his pale lips.

"I was showing Haruhi around," he said in a voice I couldn't recognize, "And we were wondering if you would let us disturb you for a while."

I waiting, knowing what he would say. It was obvious, with his less than stellar greeting from earlier, that his answer would be—

"Of course," replied Rei-san. "But just for a few minutes, please. I will be going out in a while."

Kyouya-senpai nodded. I raised an eyebrow. How could Rei-san see him nod?

The door opened slowly, and I followed behind Kyouya-senpai, expecting to see Rei-san's face behind the door. Except it wasn't him. It wasn't anyone.

"Did the door just open on its own?" I whispered below my breath. Kyouya-senpai simply nodded.

"Ah, Haruhi-san, I didn't expect you. Or I would have asked the maids to clean up my mess," said Rei-san who appeared out of nowhere. I jumped like the idiot that I was, making Kyouya-senpai glare at me from the corner of his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized. Rei-san cocked his head from his side and gave me a small smile.

"Since my little brother here disturbed my work, I guess we might as well get on with this tour," he said, stepping to my side and placing a hard, muscled arm around my shoulders. I tensed, but he remained indifferent. I looked back at Kyouya-senpai whose eyes were blank as he followed a few inches behind us.

We walked to the open room and I blinked as I stared around. The room was a little like its pathway, except that it was huge. I stared at the staircase that led to a loft above that held what looked like a double king-sized bed.

Surrounding me were tables and tables filled with filed and not filed papers. Either way, his 'mess' was the neatest mess I have ever seen. There was a huge plasma TV that was placed on the wall. It was turned off, but I knew that if I touched it, it would be warm. The love seat in front of it had a deep bump on it, which showed that he was lounging on it before we arrived.

"There really isn't much to say about my bedroom, but since I spend most of my hours working here, it doubles as my home and office place," said Rei-san as he let go of my shoulders.

I stared at the huge wall that cased thick, heavy-looking books. There was a moving step ladder at its side.

"May I ask what—"

"Those are my medical books. Books that I have had since the start of my medical schooling." he said as he cut of my question. I stared at it.

"You read all of them?" I asked, though I knew that I was asking too many questions for my own good. Rei-san didn't seem to mind, though.

"Of course," he said obtusely, "It is part of being a doctor. I suppose you want to be one too?"

I grinned, unable to help myself, at Kyouya-senpai who stood staring at the tables.

"No, not really, I prefer law," I said as I looked at Rei-san's face. His eyebrows had shot up when I looked at my blank senpai. "Though I guess law involves a lot of reading too." I added thoughtfully.

"Ah," he said, and then he looked curious, "Do you have any inspirations for this?"

"My mother."

I knew that he thought I was thinking of Kyouya-senpai, despite the fact that he was taking a pre-med. Somehow though, he was already part of the inspiration. He was one of the few people I told about my dream to be a lawyer, after all.

"I see, well I guess this concludes the end of our 'tour'," said Rei-san slowly, "It was a pleasure, I'm sure."

I nodded, "Yes it was. Thank you for having us."

"No problem," he said as Kyouya-senpai took my arm and led me out the door. His voice followed us as we exited the door,

"You are always welcome here, Haruhi-san."

When the door closed, Kyouya-senpai turned back to his usual self. He adjusted his eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose and he strode forward. I wanted him to take my hand again, and yet he looked a little disturbed to do so.

"Excuse me, but what was that all about?" I asked into his face. Kyouya-senpai stopped and looked at me curiously, as if I were an animal in a zoo.

"Please don't speak of anything useless until I ask you to," he said in a tight voice. I grimaced and without thinking, I grabbed his arm and he stopped walking as he looked at me incredulously and expectantly.

"Why were you all silent when you were with Rei-san?" I asked slowly. Kyouya-senpai sighed heavily.

"I always thought you were unobservant, Haruhi," he said as he took of his eyeglasses and placed them back on.

"Well?" I asked loudly. I knew that I was going over the line with my rudeness, but somehow, I felt the need to know what was going on with him.

"When I am around my brothers… I just feel and hear the air around me whispering that I am a useless extra," he said quietly, that I had to strain my ears to hear. My eyebrows contracted on my forehead.

"I don't understand," I said honestly. Kyouya-senpai shook his head.

"My older brothers have both been given the highest honors as an Ootori, Haruhi, and I, the youngest, have only been looked at… I was forced into perfection, because there was no room for mistakes. Can't you see? When I am around them, I just feel like another normal person. I feel like I'm not part of the family," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

I sighed and laced my hands around his, "You'll have your time, I'm sure."

Kyouya-senpai closed his eyes and tightened his grip on my hand, "Thank you, but what if I said I wanted something else other than power?"

I paused and I grinned at his closed face, "Then I would say that you are definitely more mature than the rest of them… and that you aren't the Kyouya I knew from before."

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When we reached Ichido-san's bedroom door, I stared expectantly at Kyouya-senpai. He closed his eyes and knocked at the door. I blinked as it opened instantly, Ichido-san staring at us behind thick frames of glasses. He looked hassled.

"Yes?" he asked in his deep bass like voice. Kyouya-senpai turned to me quickly and strained a smile for his brother.

"Haruhi and I wish to trespass in your bedroom, if that's alright. Father asked me to take her for a tour around the mansion—"

"No, I'm sorry, Haruhi," he said as he stopped his brother from speaking further. He was staring at me, his brown eyes narrowed, "But I am quite busy as of the moment."

"That's alright, Ichido-san!" I said much too cheerfully, because Kyouya-senpai was smiling despite himself. Ichido-san nodded and patted my head.

"Please visit us again here, if you may, Haruhi." He said and then he closed the door an inch half of his face visible, "Us Ootori children need a refreshing air once in a while."

He closed the door and I turned to Kyouya-senpai who was breathing heavily.

"Kyouya… Senpai?" I asked, waving my hand on his face. He took it and smiled at me, though it looked painful.

"You are very lucky… My brother's are quite keen with you," he said in an undertone. I looked at him, surprised. He grabbed my forearm and pulled me to what looked like a small staircase. When we finally reached the top of the staircase he sighed. "It's quite rare, you see, that my brothers' feel endeared to a commoner."

"Excuse me?" I asked, annoyed. Kyouya-senpai chuckled lowly and touched my cheek with his thumb, wiping an invisible mark.

"Don't take it as an insult, my dear. It was a compliment," he said as he bent into my ear. I blushed and pushed his hand away gently, maintaining my composure that was slowly ebbing.

That was finally when I got to see the second floor. Of course, I have already been around this place.

'The Ootori Quarters level B, is where my sister and I stay," he said as he waved around the pathway. It looked very much like the rest of that place with its pristine and stark white interiors, but it had the same deep and low ceiling as the one below.

"I assume you have been here, though," he said, staring at me. I raised an eyebrow.

"And why would you assume such?" I asked. He smirked and pointed at my dress.

"Must I say why?" he said dully. I nodded quickly, "I believe you would never own such an expensive designer dress because in my calculation, it is about 4,000,000 yen. Your shoes are roughly 2,000,000 yen… And even without the clothes… Fujioka Haruhi never fixes herself up with make-up. And you ask why I assume such… Really?"

I glared at him in disbelief, "I do wear makeup."

Kyouya-senpai laughed boisterously in disbelief. I pouted childishly, taking a cue from Tamaki-senpai as I stood angrily in a corner.

The door suddenly opened nearby and Fuyumi came out in a bathrobe. She looked a little wary, but then she beamed at me when she saw me, "Haruhi! I thought you would have been home by now."

"I'm taking her on a tour, nee-san. And father wants to speak to her, as you should remember," said senpai as Fuyumi jumped to me and disposed a kiss on my cheek.

"Oh right! Of course, Kyouya-chan. How can I forget?" she asked in a baby mocking voice. Kyouya-senpai was fuming.

It was the first time I heard anyone call him 'Kyouya-chan', and I doubted he would let anyone else speak of him like that. It was either her sister was persistent, or he secretly liked his sister to call him that. I doubted it was the latter.

"Anyway, since you have already seen my bedroom, I guess the next one would be little Kyouya-bo's huh?" she asked, winking at me. I blushed at her words. Indeed, she was right.

What would his bedroom look like? Would it be as fabulous and business like as his siblings? Or would it be uniquely 'Kyouya' in stark white with clean cut furniture as I always thought it would be?

Kyouya-senpai leered at his sister, who simply stuck her tongue out at him as he pulled me away, "Have fun, my two little babies!"

I could hear her laughter even though we already reached the final room in the end of the corridor. Kyouya-senpai did something oddly complicated with the wall and the door before it opened with a silent squeak.

"How come you all have odd forms of security?" I asked before I entered. He stopped his body a few inches in his bedroom. He turned and looked at me seriously.

"Each of us are oddly separated by beliefs, too. See, Rei-nii has built-in hidden cameras and microphones installed outside his bedroom, so that he could know who enters and who exits his bedroom. Ichido-nii considers that normal lock and key the way to go, as he is the most old-fashioned than the rest of us… If you happened to have been allowed inside his room, you would see the most simple furniture and gadgets out there. But his room is the biggest and grandest of all the Ootori siblings," he said I intricate detail, "Nee-san's has the average key hole, and all of us have a copy of the card as we are all allowed in her room."

"And yours?" I asked, though I knew why. Kyouya-senpai tapped his door.

"I rarely let anyone of my family to enter my bedroom," he said and then he added with mirth, "My security is the highest of the whole family's. And you probably understand why."

I nodded as he smiled and pushed the door further open.

Kyouya-senpai's bedroom was the same as how I thought it would be, but somehow dazzling as the rest. It was a casing of full-white and grey. The floor was hard as marble but had the same shine as granite even though it was white in color. Its furniture, clean-cut and simple as possible, looked absolutely immaculate with the huge artificial lighting from the high ceiling.

A small, thin LCD television set stood on top of the only black piece of furniture in the room, which also housed a huge speaker system and had a case filled with albums and compact disks, records and labels. I felt shock flit on my face when I saw that he listened to hard rock from Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Guns and Roses, and a full set of Papa Roach.

"You listen to rock?" I asked loudly, my tone an octave higher. Kyouya-senpai appeared next to me, looking at his collection.

"Well, with stereotypes like mine, you would have probably thought that I preferred classic music?"

'Well, yes, that was my initial thought." I said doubtfully.

"Rock music and I are… How can you say this… One?" he said, looking flustered at his words.

I laughed and nodded, "I'm sure."

When I turned around to fully examine the room I noticed that he, like Rei-san, had the same loft style bed, but I could see that his was smaller and obscured by a huge table that had a somehow less-fabulous piece of cloth above it. Kyouya-senpai grinned as he looked at what I was staring at.

He put a hand gently on my back, pushing me gently to the stairs that led to his bed. I could feel the heat reach up to my forehead. What on earth was he planning to do? I closed my eyes and then I could hear him tapping something hard.

"This is Tamaki's favorite item of the whole house," he said, and I could hear a slight displeasure in his voice, "The kotatsu."

Of course I remembered the kotatsu from his past stories. It was a type of table that cased a whole family, usually used on chilly days or on Christmas nights. It provided meaningful conversation and maximum comfort because of the heater placed strategically below the table.

"You use it often, senpai?" I asked, teasing him. He scoffed and looked at it blankly.

"The only person who uses it would be Tamaki on Christmas," he said in a hard tone, and then it softened, "Did you know? He will be leaving for Paris in a week or two."

"Oh, really?" I said, not knowing what to say. Was I sad? Pleased? I couldn't tell at all.

He nodded and after a moment sighed heavily, "Well, I suppose I should bring you to father now. He might grow impatient if I let him wait longer."

"Okay," I said, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He smiled at me, the smile I knew was painful for him.

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At the highest level of the whole mansion (the fourth floor) was the room of Ootori Yoshio. Kyouya-senpai explained to me along the way that his father's bedroom was a whole floor—I couldn't imagine it, but I knew that it most likely bigger than the whole commoner park near home.

When we finally reached the door, Kyouya-senpai motioned for me to take his arm, which I did. Two burly bodyguards were situated in front of a large, cathedral like door, their bodies stiff and watchful. I gulped, and it felt dry.

"Senpai?"

"Let me do the speaking, please," he murmured into my ear. I said nothing.

"My father requests our presence," said Kyouya-senpai to the bodyguards who eyed him suspiciously. The one with platinum blond hair stared at me up and down, most likely measuring my innocence or probably the opposite.

"Young master has also been requested?" asked the other one, who had a squeaky voice that did not match his huge build at all. I snickered inwardly as Kyouya-senpai nodded sinisterly.

"Let us in. Now," he said in a deathly voice, "Or would you like to drown in debt to society when I fire you out of your wits?

The two lost their composure immediately, and Kyouya-senpai looked satisfied as they both opened the heavy door with their hands. As we stepped in, they nodded at me and I smiled at them—a little kindly as they didn't really deserve to succumb under senpai's unavoidable threats.

Kyouya-senpai took my hand from his arm and squeezed my hand lightly. I sniffed and squeezed back, my nerves preventing me from speaking. What, exactly, did Yoshio want from me?

His bedroom was indeed bigger than the whole commoner park. It was as if a whole different house was placed inside the huge mansion. We passed a gold-counter kitchen where a tiny, stick-thin maid was cleaning the table tops, we also passed a mini (not small, but 'mini' enough compared to their main one) library, a bar that had wines from different countries and dates, a bathroom door that I knew had a bathroom that was probably larger than our twenty square meter apartment, a double-king sized bed, and another door at the corner.

Kyouya-senpai breathed heavily, as did I. I knew that this was most likely the place where we were going to meet, the only part of the whole suite that was missing: The office.

He knocked loudly on the door, and a deep, demanding voice sounded behind it, "Come in."

Kyouya-senpai opened it, pushing me quickly in. I grimaced as I tripped on the floor. Kyouya-senpai followed and closed the door behind us.

Yoshio's office was smaller than most, but it was grand and maleficent to the eyes. Like the rest of his place, the theme was gold and crystals. The simplest in the office, she noticed, was an ancient looking bronze trophy at the very corner of the room. Yoshio sat behind a black desk that held a thin, silver laptop and piles of papers that held thousands of signatures. I knew that those signatures held more importance than my life. He was behind an armchair that you usually saw in movies.

When he turned, he looked a little surprised for a second as he saw Kyouya-senpai looking back at him, indifferent. But then it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

"I'm sorry, but I thought I only invited Haruhi-san to this little meeting, son," he said softly. Shivers ran up my spine. Kyouya-senpai looked completely calm, though.

"You didn't," he said. I couldn't help but think he was brave, "I decided to join you both, as I could never leave her here for even for a few minutes."

Yoshio took of his glasses and his eyes narrowed into slits, "And why is that?"

I gripped Kyouya-senpai's hands harder, and that too was the time when Yoshio's eyes flitted to our tangled fingers. His head suddenly crumpled to wrinkles. I felt the need to pull away, but Kyouya-senpai tightened his grip around mine, preventing me from even budging.

"Because, father, whatever you want to speak about to her, I must know too," he said loudly. Yoshio stared at his son for a time-freezing second.

"You are being imprudent again," he said in an angry tone. His eyes turned to mine before returning to senpai's, "You better get out now, Kyouya, or I might ask my idiotic pair of bodyguards to force you out."

"Please do," replied Kyouya-senpai in a deep voice. He was glaring, "But speak to me, father. Why must you speak to her alone? Are you hiding something from me?"

Yoshio raised an eyebrow. I could feel the atmosphere turn a notch lower, and that wasn't because of the air-conditioning, "I have nothing to hide." He said coldly.

"Then why must I leave, if you have nothing to hide?" asked Kyouya-senpai, his voice clearly confident. Yoshio exhaled slowly, as if he was trying to control himself—which was probably the case.

"Fine," he said deeply when a moment passed, "But I would ask you to please keep your mouth shut, for I want to speak to Haruhi here in silence."

I froze when he looked at me, his cold black eyes shoving me into its bottomless pit in a second.

"Haruhi-san, I apologize for stealing your time," said Yoshio, and again, it sounded nothing like an apology.

"It's alright," I croaked, making me flush furiously, "I-I am very much pleased to have seen Kyouya-senpai's home."

Yoshio smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes, "Very good. Very good." He said twice, while nodding slowly.

"I'm sorry, but what is it that you want to speak of with me?" I asked politely. I could see Kyouya-senpai continuing to glare at his father from the corner of my eye, and yet Yoshio continued to look at me as if his son was not even there.

"Ah," he said, and then he finally acknowledged his son, "I believe my son proposed to you a few months ago?"

Kyouya-senpai stopped glaring and his hands gripped so tightly around my hand that I winced painfully.

"Yes, is that why—"

"I have not heard any news about it since I asked him to propose to you, my dear," said Yoshio slowly and then he looked again at our entwined hands, "I wouldn't want to assume, but have you…?"

I looked at Kyouya-senpai's face, and I noticed that his face darkened. His face darkened only when he was very angry.

"No, I did not accept his offer," I said blankly. Yoshio's eyebrows met in the middle, and his mouth tightened.

"I apologize, but I assumed you were here to meet our family. I assumed you accepted his offer, as I see you both are closer than I expected," he said, nodding at our hands. I pulled my hand away from Kyouya-senpai's vicer-like grip, and as if it shocked him out of reverie, he smirked angrily at his father.

"You assume before knowing. How can you call yourself a leader?" he asked in a low, furious voice. Yoshio shot up from his chair, his face serious.

"I asked you not to speak, Kyouya," he shot at him lowly. Kyouya-senpai ignored him, as he strode forward.

"Look, Haruhi—"

"Please, let me speak," I said loudly, making them both turn to me. I shook my hair from my face and looked at them calmly. One of us three had to act like an adult, and it was clear that both of them weren't going to play the part.

Yoshio shook his head at his son as he sat back down to his seat. Kyouya-senpai stepped back, and yet his eyes did not soften.

"Yoshio-san, I understand that you want your son to have a wife of your idealism, but as I know your son, he has his own choices of what is right for him. I for one, think that it is wrong to ask him to do something he does not want," I said softly, and then I smiled at him, this time genuinely, "Thank you, even though I never accepted his offer, you made us closer… I owe you as much."

Yoshio looked at me expressionlessly, I wondered if he heard any words from what I said. Evidently, Yoshio did, as he smiled a strained smile. Kyouya-senpai was staring at me with disbelief.

"I originally wanted to offer you a job at the Ootori Group in exchange for your marriage to my son, but now that I hear your words, I can see it would lead to that never the less," he said, his face completely knowing.

Kyouya-senpai trudged forward again, his mouth opened in retort, but I blocked him with one arm. I smiled at him and shook my head. I turned back to Yoshio who was watching the whole scene with a self-satisfied look.

"Please, I too would like to make my own choices. And if it ever leads to such, I would never accept your offer for a job at the Ootori Group," I said tenuously. Yoshio looked curious.

"I see," he said curtly. I nodded and bowed down gracefully, something I never really did to anyone.

"I will be on my way now. Thank you for having me, Yoshio-san," I said. I was completely thankful, I never imagined myself to feel a little bit of glamour and familiarity with the Ootori family, and I truly was pleased.

"Visit us again, Haruhi," replied Ootori Yoshio—founder, leader, director and owner of the prestigious Medical and Technology Ootori Group—as he nodded at me, "You may come here whenever you please."

With that, Kyouya-senpai tugged at my shoulder and he led me out of the door without another word. He pulled me outside his father's room, outside the fourth floor, outside the door. When we finally stopped, I felt my breath and heart quicken. Kyouya-senpai closed his eyes and bent to his knees.

I watched him as he opened his eyes slowly. His brown irises were blurred.

I watched him as he screamed at the top of his lungs. The dark crows and birds fluttered out of the trees frantically.

I watched him turn to me, his face finally calm and smooth. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

I watched him as he took my hand for the nth time of the day. Its tender and gentle softness was welcomed.

I watched him as he reached for my cheek. I did not budge away; instead I stared into his eyes that met mine.

I watched him as he inched forward and placed his lips slowly on my forehead.

I watched him, and yet I was lost. I was lost in the warmth of his kiss and his soft, pale lips. His warm breath that tickled my sensitive skin. He grabbed my torso without another word and pulled me into his embrace. I stood there, surprise etched on my face. That was a first, for him to hug someone out of nowhere, and yet somehow, I was glad that he did.

I smiled, unable to help my self, as I pulled my arms out and hugged him back for the first time.

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Author's note: Oh crap, my back is painful as hell. Thankfully, I finished this chapter without any qualms even though it was definitely one of my longest. I'm sorry, I couldn't tell if it was boring or not. Anyway, how did you react? I want to know! I really do! I mean the last part is definitely a dead giveaway for what their future might hold, but knowing myself, I might let another unspeakable twist… um… twist into the story.

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