Hello again! This Remembrance Day chapter is dedicated to the lovely readers in Europe.
Another chapter coming later today.
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It had begun to rain as I stepped off the bus outside the train station. Rushing inside, it was impossible to see anyone clearly in the dull light from the windows.
All a blur of movement and grey as the day.
And so many soldiers moving to and fro.
Reunions left and right.
My emotions up and down at each turn.
Tearful embraces from lovers reunited.
Children hugging their fathers.
Passersby nodding in respect.
All a blur as I stumbled through.
Blind.
Dazed.
Apprehensive.
Reluctant.
"Bella! Over here! Come on!"
A flash of color and I recognized Alice, dressed up in her Sunday best, Rose standing beside her dolled up as well with her hair done up like a Hollywood starlet. Alice noticed my outfit and frowned at me.
"Didn't you have time to go home and change? Bella, you're meeting Edward today!" she chided.
"It'll be fine, Alice," I deflected and looked around for where we needed to go.
"They're transporting them from the dock to here on trains," Alice explained when she noticed me looking. "Come on, let's get your hair done up at least."
I brushed her hand away from me and took a step to the side, my patience near its end.
"I'll be fine, Alice. Please just stop," I grated.
I could see the hurt on her face, but I was full up on hurt.
The day had been more than willing to make the hurt predominant.
I just needed to get confirmation and do whatever came next.
Grieve.
Investigate.
Search.
Walk away.
Whatever it was, I was getting answers.
"What time does the train arrive?" I asked while we waited. Alice had been craning her neck, searching for five minutes.
"Any time now," Rose said and watched me carefully. "Are you sure you're all right? I know you're nervous, but there's something else too."
I remained silent, my eyes watching the platform.
Another train arrived, and from it another round of men in uniform. I felt for the locket in my pocket, tracing the etchings with my fingertips, thinking of not only Edward, but of Anthony back at the hospital.
He had been so upset.
So insistent about my locket.
And his eyes. So clear.
He had seen me. Really seen.
I knew that.
And it hurt so much that I would have to hurt him when he woke up.
I was sure he had been sedated. There was no calming him otherwise.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the here and now.
Not on the man back at the hospital.
He was someone else's worry.
I was here for answers.
Here to see my friends greet the men they had come to love.
I touched at my chest, forgetting that the locket was in my pocket until I touched it again. I would need to get it fixed as soon as possible. I needed Edward close to me.
The locket was all I had. Just like his letters he kept close.
Like Anthony had kept close.
"Why are you frowning, Bella?" Alice asked. "This is what you have been waiting for!"
Opening my eyes, I shoved thoughts of Anthony and his letters aside and paid attention to my friends here and now. Rose was starting to look nervous, biting the lipstick off of her lips and tiptoeing above others around us to see better.
"Why didn't they send a better picture," she whined and craned her neck further when several more men exited the train.
"I think that's them!" Alice exclaimed and pointed to a pair of men that had just come off the train.
One big and brawny, walking with a cane.
The other tall and looking hard through one eye. The other was covered in an eyepatch.
But they looked something like Edward's buddies. At least what we could understand from the small fuzzy picture. All that was missing was the third man in the middle.
"Where's Edward?" Rose asked, looking at me worriedly. I let out the breath I had been holding.
A small part of me had hoped that he would be here. That the letters were a mistake.
That he would walk off the train, smiling that shy smile.
And get to give me that kiss every girl wants when her man returns from the front.
"That's them! That's them!" Alice cried and broke through the people milling around. I started ahead a little slower, hoping Rose would pass me by as well. But she stayed by my side, hand on my arm.
"I'm sure Edward is here somewhere," she said encouragingly. I nodded and put on my best smile. It felt forced.
"He's probably getting his bag. Go on, I'll keep an eye out, you go get your man," I said and motioned towards the big buy who was standing wide eyed at the collision of Alice and the other man.
Rose hesitated only a second before following after Alice, her embrace not has tremendous as the one of our other friend. I watched as Alice cupped Jasper's cheeks, her fingertips running over his ruined eye, already tears streaming down her face. Jasper took her hand hand kissed them sweetly before leaning in and doing what every girl dreams.
A kiss to remember.
I looked away, before it was too much, seeing in my periphery Emmett dip Rose and kiss her with all the dazzle a Hollywood matinee would provide. A few cheers from passersby, and then the droning noise of the train station. I looked at the clock as a distraction.
Four O'clock.
We'd have to go to dinner.
Find a place for them to stay.
Talk over their trip.
Talk about Edward.
Edward.
"Bella?"
I lifted my eyes to find the four of them standing beside me, Rose and Alice looking up at their men strangely.
Apprehensive.
Confused.
The men on the other hand.
Was it pity?
Fear?
Compassion?
I swallowed and nodded, offering a sympathetic smile to each of them.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jasper. Emmett," I said and took a breath. "Welcome home."
The locket was my amulet. I held it in my pocket as I watched their faces contort in that painful way when the bad news was coming.
"Jasper, where's Edward?" Alice asked, interrupting the eye contact I had with them.
Jasper swallowed hard and glanced at his girl. I put my hand out, touching him along the arm to get his attention.
"I know," I said quietly. I nodded when they looked at me in mild shock. "It's all right. I just need to know how. And when."
Rose started to tear up, gripping Emmett tightly.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at them and then me. "What do you mean you know? Know what?"
"How did you learn of it?" Jasper asked, his voice low and deeper than I would have thought.
"Learn what?" Rose said heatedly, her voice rising. "What is going on Bella?"
I cleared my throat and turned to her.
"Edward isn't here, Rose. He won't be, will he Jasper?" I said and looked at him again.
"I am so sorry, Bella," he said and looked down. "We didn't know how to tell you. I tried to send you a letter a dozen times. I'm just so sorry. He was our friend. We wanted to be able to tell you properly."
Alice was crying now, reaching for me.
"That package," she said. "You said it was nothing! Why? Why would you hide that from us? Bella! What was in the package?"
"My letters," I said quietly.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Rose choked out. "We would have helped! You've been carrying this around all week. Bella."
Alice and Rose both reached for me, holding onto me as they cried. I let out a breath, eyeing the two men as they watched us. I couldn't cry. I was cried out, so I just watched them, as they looked down at their shoes while the girls cried.
"This is why I didn't tell you," I said and pulled them away. "I didn't want your first meeting to be a sad one. I made a mistake in not telling you. But I wanted you to be happy."
"They sent you back your letters? With no explanation?" Alice asked, wiping her nose and tucking into Jasper's arm so easily.
I shook my head and looked to both men.
"I'm not family. I wouldn't have known if they hadn't sent back all my letters," I said.
Emmett cleared his throat and pulled away from Rose for a moment, dropping his duffel bag on the ground before us.
"Not all your letters, Bella," he said. He dug through his bag for a second, standing up stiffly with a wrapped bundle in his hands.
He looked like a lost little boy as he gazed down at the bundle and spoke, whisper soft.
"These were really important to him," he started and I could feel those dried up tears form once more.
"He kept them strapped across his chest when we marched," Jasper said, just as solemn.
"I'm sorry, we had to remove some of the envelopes. They were ruined," Emmett mumbled and coughed, his jaw going rigid. "That morning. He must have been caught by surprise."
He coughed again and shook his head, unable to talk. Jasper took the package and extended it towards me, a look a deep sorrow on his face.
"They were in his jacket. He must have had his jacket off at the time. They weren't badly damaged," he said softly.
I took the bundle, my eyes blurring as I opened the package up and recognizing my lettering.
His name there in my hand.
The paper was soft and well worn, as if he had read them again and again.
A weighty package to carry on him into battle.
"It was his shield, he said," Jasper said and looked away, too worked up.
I fingered the soft paper and nodded in understanding.
He had his jacket off.
His shield was gone.
If he had been wearing them would he have been alive still?
"When?" I managed.
"Mid February, near Hageneau," Jasper whispered.
Mid February. So long ago. The place sounded familiar.
"We had been separated," Emmett said, taking over the narrative. "Been on our own for a few days. All that walking in the cold. And then we were stuck in the foxholes."
I slowly looked up from the letters, Emmett's words jogging me from my daze.
All the walking.
Cold.
"Hageneau?" I asked.
Jasper nodded.
"Yeah. We were there for almost a week. They kept us down for a few days, and then reinforcements arrived. That's how we learned," he said and looked down again.
"I'm sorry, Bella," he continued. "It was a day before we learned. And all we could find was his jacket. They had already…. He was gone and I am sorry."
"Shouldn't have been him," Emmett muttered, shaking his head back and forth. "He didn't deserve that. He shoulda been on our side. But he was the only one that could stand Commander Tiptoes."
"Commander tiptoes?" Alice asked. "I remember you wrote about him. He was with Edward?"
A queasy feeling was taking over in my stomach.
So familiar.
Tiptoes.
Letters at his chest.
Hageneau.
I couldn't let myself get carried away.
And then Jasper spoke.
"Lieutenant Tipton," Jasper said, shaking his head. "He lived. Or so the medics who took him say. Blown to hell, but he lived."
I made a noise that brought their eyes back up to me in alarm.
"Bella? What?" Alice asked, stepping closer and putting her hand on me to steady me.
I closed my eyes and shook my head.
No.
It couldn't be.
Was fate that cruel?
The hair, the eyes. The letters.
The way he said my name.
I wish I could see you smile.
My angel.
A thought came to me from the conversation this afternoon.
My eyes shot open, staring at the men in desperation. Needing clarification.
"Edward was shot. He had a gunshot wound," I said and stepped up to Emmett. "Tell me. He had been shot. Before."
He leaned back at me wide eyed.
"He said he didn't write to you about that. That it was best you didn't know everything what happened," he stuttered.
"But he was shot!" I cried, clutching the letters to my chest. "He carried my letters on his chest. He checked that they were there!"
Jasper nodded and looked at me uneasily.
"He was always checking, it became a nervous habit," he said. "It's always how we knew he was thinking of you."
My head was spinning. I was breathing hard.
I was crying.
I was insane. I had thought.
Edward. It was Edward.
I turned and bolted from them, hearing them call out after me.
"Bella! Where are you going?"
"The hospital!" I shouted behind me.
I had no time to say anything else.
I needed to get back.
I needed to find him.
I needed to be sure.
But I knew already.
The eyes never lied.
The eyes were windows to the soul.
And even blind, I had seen it.
Pushed it aside in my ignorance and despair.
When it had been there all along.
My god.
Edward.
~~oo~~
Rush hour was upon us in the city, and the cab I had hailed outside the train station was moving incredibly slow in the traffic. It had started to rain harder, hampering traffic further. I shook with nerves in the back seat, feeling every minute tick away that I was away from him.
Bella.
My heart.
My angel.
I wish I could see you smile.
You would get along with my girl.
Bella.
Bella.
Those last few moments with him as he clutched at my locket.
He had known.
I let out a strangled cry and shut my eyes tight.
Stupid.
I was so stupid!
I needed to get back to him!
Every second away was more than I ever wanted to be away from him ever again.
"Let me out here," I said loudly.
"You're still a ways away Miss, and its raining," the cabbie said.
I pulled out what cash I had and gave it to him.
"I don't care, I need to go!" I said and shoved out through the door, dashing down the wet streets. Every one I passed was hunkered down in their rain coats. Umbrellas protected the women as they rushed past, walking around the puddles on the sidewalk.
I didn't even see them.
I ran right through them.
Ran to get to him.
My hand clutching the letters, praying they stayed dry.
Rain pelted my face, ran down my arms as I ran.
I took my shoes off half way there and ran barefoot.
Faster.
Had to see.
Had to know.
My lungs burned, I slipped and nearly fell on 48th street. But I kept going.
Pushing past business men, not caring about modesty or charm as my clothes clung to my skin.
Faster.
Pushing through the crowd.
Hospital in sight.
Close.
So close.
"Bella?" the girl at the front desk called as I slipped and slid past her on the slick floor.
The stairs I took two at a time.
The fourth floor nothing to me as I climbed.
Breathless.
Who needs breath when he's alive?
Climbing.
"Bella!"
I ignored Esme's call and vaulted to the landing, careening towards the doors to my ward.
Everyone turned to see who was crashing through the doors, eyes wide.
So much excitement today in the ward.
I dashed down the aisle, leaving a wet trail behind me, undeterred.
Until I came to a slippery stop at his empty bed.
No.
No.
Nononono.
I looked around frantically, pushing my hair out of my eyes so I could see through the mess it had become in the rain.
No where.
I saw Dr. Cullen and Esme burst in through the door, eyes intent on me.
"Where is he?" I said, too loud.
Frantic.
Can't be gone.
"Calm down, Bella," Esme said and wrapped her arm around me, steering me towards the door. "Let's get you dry."
I slowed down, trying to pull away.
"No, I need to see him," I spluttered, pointing at his empty bed. "I need to see him!"
Dr. Cullen came to my other side, his arm a lot stronger.
"We'll take you to him," he said in his gentle way. "Come on now, dear girl. You're soaked through. Let's get you changed and you can see him."
I felt everything falling apart.
My breath in tearing gasps. My heart thundering. My skin cold.
Didn't they understand!
"No," I cried, feeling a moment of déjà vu from the afternoon. "It's Edward. I need to see him!"
"We know, sweetie," Esme said, my eyes going wide at her affirmation.
"How?"
She pulled me out of the ward and towards her office.
"He told us before the sedative took effect. He's sleeping right now, Bella," she said and pushed me through to her office. "Let's get you dry first."
I looked back to see Dr. Cullen closing the door behind him, leaving us alone in the office.
The cold seeped in, and I started to shiver.
Or it could have been the nerves.
I was about to collapse.
"Where is he?" I asked, my teeth starting to chatter.
Esme pulled out a dress from her locker and a few towels from her shelves, handing them to me.
"We put him in a private room, downstairs," she explained and helped me to dry off and change.
My hands were shaking so badly, I nearly dropped the bundle of letters. They had gotten slightly damp.
"Are these his letters?" She asked, easing them out of my hands as I slipped my blouse off, followed by my skirt. I nodded and watched with eagle eyes as she laid them near the radiator. Picking through my old clothes I retrieved the locket, holding it tight in my hand.
As soon as I had the dry clothes on I was reaching for the letters again.
"Sit down a moment, Bella."
I shook my head and gripped the letters tight against me.
"I need to see him."
She sighed and tried to look at me with motherly intentions.
"He'll sleep for a few hours yet. You should eat."
I shook my head and felt my breath catching.
"I need to see him."
Her face softened and she pulled me in for a hug.
"When Carlisle told me the name he had said before falling asleep, I thought at first he was just projecting something you had told him," she started and pulled away to look down at me. "But I can tell by the way you are acting, you must have found the answers you needed."
I nodded.
She sighed again and pulled me towards the door, her warmth comforting after the mad dash to get back.
"Let's go find your Edward, then," she whispered and led me downstairs, down a long quiet hall. All the rooms were full, reserved for people with money or for those ill suited for social situations.
I wondered if he had become so unruly that they needed to separate him for everyone's safety. She took me to the last door, turning the handle quietly and leading me in. My breath caught at the sight of him, the desk lamp casting a warm glow across his sleeping face.
The pout was there.
The wrinkled brow.
The rise and fall of his chest, his hand firmly in place over his heart.
My Edward.
"I'll have Carlisle bring a more comfortable chair," she murmured beside me. "And maybe some tea."
I slipped into the metal chair beside him, not hearing much of what she had said.
My eyes were on him.
I reached out and laid my hand carefully on his arm, feeling the heat of him through the shirt.
Real.
Instantly his brow relaxed, his lips opening slightly.
At peace.
I did that for him.
Angel.
I let my eyes take him in fully now, searching for every line and edge to him.
The scar at his lip, fading now every day. The shiny skin on the bridge of his nose where he had hit it in the explosion. The weathered wrinkles around his eyes, prematurely aged from the sun. His soft full lips.
So many times I had touched them.
Cleaned them.
I had touched Edward all along and not known it.
I had felt something, but had denied it.
The connection between us had been there, even when we had not known.
"Edward," I whispered and felt the tears start fresh.
He was here.
My fingers traced his cheeks, a little rough with his afternoon stubble.
The strong jaw.
Along his lips, feeling his breath against my fingers as I lingered against them.
Cupping his cheek, I leaned in, my nose coming to touch his, smelling him for the first time.
Heady.
Aftershave and sweat.
I smiled at how masculine he smelled and let my nose brush across his cheek, feeling the friction of whiskers on my skin. My lips followed my nose, leaving a ghost of a kiss on his cheek.
"Welcome home, my love," I whispered, struggling not to cry on him as he slept.
He adjusted against me, his cheek pressing against mine.
Even in sleep, we knew how to comfort the other.
I pressed my lips to his cheek again before drawing away, hearing the door knob to the room turn. Dr. Cullen nodded as he pointed to the orderlies where to put the oversized chair at, right beside Edward's bed. When the orderlies left, he stepped in and laid the steaming tea on the desk beside the bed.
"He was very agitated after you left," Dr. Cullen whispered. "But he was lucid enough to give us his name. You unblocked whatever was keeping him from remembering. Whether for good or bad. He remembers now."
"Good or bad?" I asked.
Surely this was the best news ever.
"Just as he remembers you, he remembers other things," he explained. "He remembers losing the 'll remember it all, eventually."
He nodded to the bundle next to Edward's hand on the bed.
"His friends brought them back," I said.
"They're here now, with Rose and Alice. I told them it was probably best to wait until after Edward wakes up before we introduce him to anyone else from his past," he said and smiled. "You'll be a distraction enough."
I blushed and squeezed Edward's had a little tighter.
I was fine with being his distraction.
"Just expect the man you have been caring for too. He'll be flustered, agitated too if he can't piece everything together," Dr. Cullen continued. "But I think he'll be relieved to see you when he wakes up."
Dr. Cullen wished me a good night and slipped out of the room, leaving me there again with the man I had dedicated so much time to.
As both my love and my patient.
I sat there in the quiet and thought about everything I had experienced with him since he arrived.
So many emotions washed over me.
Guilt, for not seeing it sooner.
For not being as kind as I would have been had I known.
Embarrassment at some of the ways he teased me.
Sad at his pain.
Shame that I had not done enough to help him.
Anger that the government had mixed them up somehow.
Joy for feeling the heat of his hand in mine, the gentle sigh he let out when I squeezed it.
He knew.
I was here.
And I was never leaving.
I rested my head against his shoulder, my hand still in his, his heartbeat strong in my ear and I closed my eyes.
I'd wait for him.
I'd be here waiting as I had promised.
~~oo~~
A gentle stroking of my hand roused me from my sleep. It wasn't a feeling I disliked.
On the contrary, it made me feel more at ease as hot fingertips brushed over the hand that clasped Edward's. I squeezed his hand gently, a reminder for him that I was there waiting for him, and felt a squeeze in return.
I lifted my head and found him watching me, his bright green eyes clearly focused on me.
A little tired from the forced sleep, but staring at me.
Taking in every bit of me.
I had to look a fright.
The rain and wind had ripped at my hair.
I had been sleeping on his hard chest, surely leaving sleep marks along my cheek. I felt my blush along my cheeks and looked down, nervously patting at my hair to see how fluffy it had become sleeping on it while it was still damp.
"Bella."
I looked up to find him still taking me in, a slow smile curving his lips.
I swallowed, afraid to say anything. Unsure what I would say as my first words to my love.
His smile grew and I watched as his eyes fluttered for a moment before returning to mine.
"Bella means beautiful," he whispered.
Was he remembering?
Or was he back to the beginning?
"You are so much more beautiful than I imagined," he continued, his hand tightening slighting in mine. "And I imagined every day."
A trace of sadness flitted across his features before he was back to looking at me, his smile wavering.
"I'm not dreaming, right? You're here? You're real?"
"Oh Edward," I managed, sliding up to lay next to him, my arms hugging him close.
His whiskers burned on my cheek, as hot as his breath as he struggled to breathe into my neck.
"Bella," he whispered, and I felt his arms encircle me, holding me tight.
"I'm so sorry," I said into his neck burying myself into him in my shame.
"Why are you sorry?" he said and pulled my head away, his hands cupping either side to hold me where he could see me.
So close.
"I should have figured it out, should have worked harder," I said, only to be silenced by him.
His hands pulled me down, his lips brushing against mine delicately.
So many times I had touched his lips.
But this, his lips on mine.
His lips were hot to the touch and soft.
Yielding as he pressed them against mine a little more firmly, but still modest.
"Bella," he murmured against them, the heat of his breath inviting.
And again he pressed.
A little more firmly, nudging my lips to respond in kind.
I had been dazzled by his warmth, I hadn't realized I had not reciprocated.
My hands moved up his arms, sliding up his neck until I held him, pressing against his mouth with my own in greeting.
Yielding, dancing, moving.
Bottom lip nestled between both of his.
Slow.
Introductions not necessary, but the slowness of his touch enough to want to savor.
Shared breath, another press and moving again, this time to my cheek.
"I've dreamt of that for as long as your first letter," he moaned and kissed me along the cheek to my ear. "I love you, Bella. I love you."
Back to my lips and more urgent, his hands pulling me closer. I lay beside him in the small bed, pressed against his side as his hands held me, his mouth searching, claiming.
"I was so lost without you," he said between desperate kisses. "And then you were there. And I didn't understand. It was too much. So much pain."
"I thought I lost you," I cried and felt my body shake as I sobbed, feeling the overwhelming relief finally take a hold of me.
Here.
He was holding me.
Kissing me.
Loved me.
"I'm here," he said and held me close, tucking my head against his and holding me tight. I felt along his chest, my hand splayed across his beating heart when I remembered.
"I have your letters," I said and sat up a little, wiping my eyes.
Reflex was habit and his hand moved towards his chest, his breath coming out in a gush when he saw me pull them from beside us.
"How?" he asked, his face showing how much fear he had had at losing them.
I lay them on his chest, pressing them to him with my hand. He covered them both with his own, too many emotions passing across his face to keep track.
"Emmett and Jasper saved them for you," I said.
"They're all right?" he asked, his eyes searching mine out.
I nodded and he let out a sigh of relief.
"They're here if you want to see them," I said hesitantly, unsure what his reaction would be.
He shook his head, his shy smile returning as he pulled me closer again.
"Not just yet," he murmured and kissed along my hairline. "I want to enjoy this before people intrude."
He kissed me again, slow and gentle, his hand finding my cheek again, his thumb skirting across it to wipe away the tears. He took his time, and not until I pulled away did he let his eyes flutter open.
"I love you," I whispered and let my lips linger on his skin before running my nose along his jaw again, sighing at the roughness. "Welcome home, Edward."
I held him close for sometime, listening to his heart against my cheek, and sighed when he stroked his fingers through my messy hair.
"You're the most beautiful I have ever seen," he said, when I worried over my hair.
I pretended to purse my lips at him, enjoying the smile on his face.
"You haven't been able to see me until just yesterday," I replied.
He shook his head and he closed his eyes, a look of contentment on his face as he lay there.
"I've seen you every day, since before your photograph," he murmured. "Because you've always been in here."
He pressed his chest again, smiling at the heavy bundle of letters over his heart.
"You've always had my heart, Bella. I loved you from the beginning."
Spoken or written, Edward had a way with words.
He pulled me against him again and fingered the stack of letters against his breast.
"Would you read to me?" he asked softly near my ear after a long while.
"Of course," I said and moved to slide off the bed and into the chair.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and shook his head.
"Stay here, please. After so long, I can't have you sit so far away."
I settled back in beside him, watching as he pulled out a letter.
It was torn in places, and the creases made it nearly come apart at the folds. Edward held it in gingerly in his hands as he squinted to read it.
His eyes were still bad, I knew.
But I was the one reading.
I took it from him carefully, adjusting to get comfortable so I could read. He held me to him, his shoulder an excellent pillow as I read from the letter.
My first one.
"Dear soldier, my name is Bella…"
His lips traced my hair as I read; his warmth comforting me when I read the more difficult passages. Fingers traced along anywhere they could reach. His searching kisses in between letters reminded both of us of just how much love there was between us. It was as if we had known one another for years. I felt safe in his arms, and he felt such contentment at my touch, knowing I was there with him, finally.
His presence beside me reminded me how grateful I was that he was there, alive.
Destiny or fate had brought us together, and I thanked them in my heart with each breath he took.
The nurses found us just as we lay, his arms comforting, my letters open and scattered over his chest as I read. They left us alone, knowing that this was what we both needed. We would be inseparable from here on out.
We had lost so much before just to get to this point.
So much still to cover.
But healing had already begun.
Our hearts were restored.
Life could begin again.
My Edward was home.
And I would never let him go.
~~oo~~
AN: I hope to have the next one up by the afternoon tomorrow.
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