Chapter 24
Bearskin (Rick and Negan's POVs)

Part 1 (Rick)
It always set me on edge each and every time Judith went out beyond the wall. Something always tickled in the back of my mind, whispering the worries of typical separation anxiety symptoms for a parent. As much as I wanted to, I knew it was unrealistic to be with her all the time out there. As the town leader, there were a whole lot of things that required my attention if we were going to feed ourselves and those vultures through the winter. Summer was upon us sure, but we still had to pull twice the weight.

No matter what I tried, what methods of distractions I used to occupy myself with, those fears and worries continued to eat at me, inventing new and torturous ways of harm to befall my child out beyond the safety of this wall. After all, the last time she was out there, she'd been attacked. Not just that but a storm had blown through and she'd come home two days later with a sprained ankle and three foreign, half-starved, traumatized, and mutilated children, one of which had injured Judith and had tried to take her own life in addition to that.

What was going to happen to her this time?

Would she even come back?

Slowly, very slowly, I sucked in a deep breath.

She could take care of herself. She had been taking care of herself out there a long time. She knew how to survive and how to handle walkers. She was young but she wasn't clueless. Judith knew what she was doing.

I tried keeping that in mind while I occupied myself till she returned. And there was plenty to occupy myself with for the moment.

It was another Savior pickup. Negan wasn't here thankfully, so Judith's presence was nonrequired. I was glad. Whatever fascination he had for my kid made me furious each and every single time he called for her. Even if Simon was scum, at least he didn't seek out any of our kids to examine.

I bit back more rage as Simon passed off his usual acts of disrespect and conceited little comments. I wanted to tell myself that they were meaningless little nothings—feats meant to make him look bigger than he was. The Saviors could act like assholes only because they had our guns, but without their little shields they weren't worth shit. They knew we were the strongest group they'd come across so far and the only way to keep us subservient was to take away our lines of defense.

It wasn't our only one—maybe it was a large one, but it wasn't the only one. On days like today, I still remember the Battle of Alexandria fresh in my memory. We fought our way through an army of walkers that outnumbered all the Saviors ten to one with hardly any gun fire or training from the town's people otherwise!

But that had been a long time ago.

Did we still have that fight in us? Probably not.

Was our glory gone, entirely?

Judith didn't think so. Judith wanted to fight. If we ever came to war, she'd fight in the front lines without needing to be asked, but that would never happen. I'd rather die and live as a walker than let Judith do something that crazy.

I was brought out of my thoughts as shouts distracted both of us. I saw people running towards and from the gate just then.

Michonne rushed at me and I could see the unfiltered terror on her face followed swiftly by tears. "Rick! There's been an accident!" I barely needed her to say anything before the fear was coating my veins with ice. "It Judith!"

I was sprinting to the gate before she even finished.

No.

Please no.

Not Judith.

Not my little girl.

Stupid!

So stupid!

I never should have let her have her way!

Fuck.

Fuck!

FUCK!

I spotted over a dozen of our citizens crowded around the cart I recognized as the one Aaron and Judith had been granted for their trips in the woods. I had given up on God a long time ago but as I neared it and the severity began to fall heavier and heavier over me, I prayed—I prayed to God and any and every single heavenly force above not to take my baby girl from me. They could have anyone else—they could have me if they wanted—but not my child!

He was so fucking selfish! So fucking greedy and merciless and fucked up!

He took my livelihood, my dignity, my humanity, my best friend, my wife, my whole fucking world—did he need to take my baby, too?

Out of all things that existed he was the single worst piece of trash that had ever been fathomed. He bestows beautiful, wonderful things on people just so he can feel the satisfaction of ripping them from us in the most horrifying ways that can be.

You bastard! You sick, selfish bastard!

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Don't you take her from me! Don't you dare!

I sprinted to the cart, shoving through the bodies and shouting over the voices to get Aaron's attention.

"What happened? What the fuck happened?"

A path was made for me and when I caught sight of a familiar tiny body leaning against Aaron's chest, drenched with blood and her shirt in tatters, there was nothing else in the world that I saw.

I dove for her, taking her in my arms myself and sprinting again.

My heart was a hammer beating against my caged ribs, and the only sound I heard was my own frantic panting.

This felt all too familiar. I had done this before—twice in fact. Sprinting through the woods while Carl bled through his chest, searching for someone—anyone—to save my boy. And then it happened again through a herd of a thousand biting, devouring walkers when a gaping hole had been blown into his very head. Twice my boy had nearly been ripped from my hands forever and twice he'd fought through.

But this wasn't my son this time. This was my daughter. Would I be so lucky a third time?

Yes! Please!

Judith was strong. She would live. That's what I had to keep telling myself. Judith would fight to live.

I burst into the infirmary shouting as I entered, "TOBIN! TOBIN! THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT!"

Without needing to be told twice the man pointed to a bed and I lied her out. I had been so concerned with her life that I hadn't realized Judith was just barley lucid.

"…it's okay… I'll be okay…" she murmured. As Tobin got his tools, I scarcely gave time to register that Michonne and Aaron had both entered, merely seconds behind me in my mad dash. For the first time, I slowed down enough to notice just how extensive Judith's wounds truly were. Her back had been messily wrapped with gauze but once cut away for better examination I had to stifle my shock and fear once again.

Mauled. She had been mauled. Four, horrifying bleeding lines traced down the slope of her back, and I had to stifle a gasp at the sight of the mess and how severe it looked.

"Rick!" Aaron tried to explain.

"Was she bit?" I turned on him, feeling myself becoming unhinged as I gripped at his shirt in blind panic. "WAS SHE BIT!"

"No. It was a bear. It wasn't a walker, I swear. A bear attacked her."

There was only a miniscule bit of relief I found in that statement. She wasn't out of the woods yet, but at least now she had a chance. If it had been a walker there was absolutely nothing we would be able to do and Judith was utterly dead for real.

"She… she saved me, Rick." Aaron announced, looking utterly perplexed about such a thing. Behind his tone though, there was a different meaning in those words. "She saved me and… there's something else but… it's impossible…"

He trailed off as Tobin called our attentions back over. There was a bottle of antiseptic in his hands and the supplies for stitches in the tray beside him. With dread, I realized what he needed us to do.

"I need you to hold her." He confirmed. "This is going to hurt a whole hell of a lot."

It was cruel to inflict so much more pain on her, but our supplies for sterilizing infections was so limited that there really were no other options.

I gripped her shoulders while Michonne took hold of her hips. The bottle tipped over and splashed directly over the open wounds. Her response was instantaneous. Through the haze of her drained stupor she screamed high, piercing my heart worse than a hundred bullets.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, honey." I tried to console. "It'll be over soon, I promise."

Michonne circled around, kneeling so she would see her on the opposite end of the bed. There was something in her hand and she offered it to the girl to bite down. I barely saw it while I concentrated on focusing my attention on Tobin's procedure. First, he did his best to clean the wound, mopping it up till the majority of the blood was gone and then grabbing a curved needle and some medicinal thread.

I wasn't sure I could watch this part so I turned back to gage the expression on my daughter while the needle bit into her over and over again.

Her face twisted with agony and sweat doused her skin, sparkling under the electric lights and dampening the sheets under her. She still struggled, screaming through the stick she bit down on as she tried to escape over and over again. Through it all Michonne and I took turns attempting to sooth her.

"We're almost done here." Tobin vowed, pulling forward the final stitches. "You're doing great, Judith. Just a few… more… and… done."

By the end of it all she was near delirious. I had held out the hope that she could pass out from the pain and find release during the rest, but she had instead remained awake to suffer through every horrifying moment of it all. By the end she was sobbing and had bit the stick so hard it was one more bite away from snapping clean in half.

"There we go. The worst is over, we just need to wrap it now."

It wasn't as difficult as I expected. It was still painful for Judith no doubt, but I only had to hold her up for a moment while Tobin and Michonne took turns binding her up. At last, at last, it was all over.

"You did so well, Judith. Very good."

I'm not sure she heard us though as she fell back on the covers and heaved in large gasps, the last of the tears sliding down her cheeks. While Michonne and I had been assisting Tobin, Lizzie, the medic apprentice, had taken the opportunity to boil some water. The best sedative and pain relief we had to offer her was white willow bark tea and poppy seed oil with some added medicinal herbs. It worked to an extent and would at least knock her out for a while but the wounds would continue to ache for several long days here after.

Taking only a moment to add a bit of honey to it, I pressed it under her nose, hoping she was still lucid enough to register my words. "Judith, I know you're very tired right now, but we need you to drink this."

She examined the mug dazedly. "Do I have to?"

"Only if you don't want to be awake in pain all night."

A moment of silence passed while she considered those words before finally reaching over to tip the glass and swallow a bit of it. Despite her best efforts, a trail of the liquid drizzled down her chin and onto the bedding. Even if it was difficult for her, she still downed the entire mug.

"Great job, honey." Michonne told her, stroking back her hair tenderly. "You did so well. You're all done now so you can go ahead and rest till you feel better."

She was more than happy to comply and in mere seconds she was out like a light.

I shared a look with the woman across from me and understood the fear in that gaze immediately, my fellow parent looked as terrified and haggard from the ordeal as much as I was.

A moment of silence filled the room till I was alerted once more by another commotion outside. Without warning, the door burst opened and Tara stood there, looking flustered.

"Rick, I'm sorry, but there's a problem that needs you to sort out."

Seriously? What the fuck was going on this time?

I considered leaving the woman to sort it out herself so I could look after my child but I was quickly reminded that the Saviors must have still been here and were most likely the cause of the crap unfolding outside. With a glance towards Michonne and Tobin, it was obvious that there was nothing else that could be done for Judith anyways.

Still, that didn't mean I had to be happy about it, though.

"Son of a bitch! What is it this time?"

I stormed out in rage, following the woman as she led me back to the scene of where Aaron and Judith had first been received. The group of Saviors for today had gathered round and were in a heated argument with Aaron at the moment over something inside the cart. As I neared I spotted Carl and Rosita beside him, shouting back their own furious statements.

"I don't fucking care! You are not taking them! My hunting partner was mauled for these animals and wouldn't let us leave till we'd gotten both of them hauled on here and back home. So, if you think I'm just going to let you lazy, good-for-nothing, sons of a bitches take them, I'll kill at least two of you before you so much as take a step towards that cart!" At his warning, I saw a knife glint in his hand just then and it took both Rosita and Carl to keep him from leaping at Simon.

"What is going on?" I shouted over the struggle.

"Rick, you should work harder to keep your faggots from picking fights they can't win." Simon said.

This time it was Carl that nearly tackled the man, and as much as I would have liked to punch him out myself I still had the sense to at least stop my son.

"He wants a reason, Carl." I hissed, seeing through Simon's attempt to provoke us.

The man hummed at the words. "Smart move, Rick. Now that's why you're the leader, aren't you?"

"What are they wanting to take this time, Aaron?"

"They were looking to take our animals." He explained, gesturing to the cart. In the back was a huge white-tailed buck with enormous branching antlers, the largest I'd ever seen. Beside it was a brown bear that was so big it's back paws dangled out of the back of the cart. There were other crates of wild greens and mushrooms but I barely saw them next to the two kills.

"Judith was mauled for these animals and wouldn't let us leave until we'd brought them back here. She worked and bled for these and might just fucking die for these as well! And I know for a fucking fact that she would want them to feed us—not them!"

I took in his words and stiffened, repeating what I thought he'd said to me. "So, she was injured and you waited to bring her back for some… deer steaks and a rug?"

Aaron's mouth snapped closed and before I could stop myself I launched forward and socked him in the jaw.

He fell to the ground, stunned and holding his cheek where I had struck him. When he looked back at me I glared at him in outrage. "Never put my child in danger like that again." I know it was uncalled for, but hitting him wasn't just because I was pissed. The Saviors were aching for a reason to beat him senseless for the insubordination. If I didn't put him back in place then they'd do it for me, and they'd make sure he couldn't talk back again for weeks.

From his place on the ground he looked stunned and outraged, looking very much like he wanted to say more on it but he wasn't given the chance as I turned away from him and faced Simon.

"We pay you half. You only get half. Pick one of them and go." I told them in a huff.

Simon looked disagreeable but said more about it as he and two others examined the carcasses. "Well now, which'll it be boys? Deer or bear?"

"I've never tried bear before. Always curious to try new things." One of them announced.

"It's probably been eating biters out there." A second added with a look of disgust. "I'm not touching the meat on that thing. You can eat it if you want but I'm not going near it."

"Maybe we get a nice rug out of it at the least." Simon suggested. "Negan wasn't here today, so he couldn't claim it. Too bad; bet he would have loved to been here to see that."

"He's still expecting his weekly delivery from the brat. What do we give him instead?" The other whispered to the others.

"Hey, gaylord." Simon shouted to Aaron. "Which one of these did your little princess take down?"

Aaron looked furious for the turn of events but answered all the same. "She took down the bear."

They seemed skeptical about those words and exchanged looks by the announcement. I was skeptical as well. I knew she was skilled, but her slingshot wasn't strong enough to bring such an animal down. When I saw the knife imprint in its eye though, it was harder to doubt his words. She was fairly skilled with a knife.

"Well I guess that answers that question." Simon blew. "Get that thing in the trucks. We don't have all day."

I bit back the urge to spit at the man. My blood was pounding in my ears and brought a steady ringing with it, drowning out all other sound. With enormous effort, I shoved it down.

It didn't matter. They could have the thing. Truthfully, they could have even really taken the deer. I only wanted my child to live. If it was what I had to pay to be sure she pulled through this, then I'd pay it.

I just wanted her to live, no matter what. She had to live.

Part 2 (Negan)
"Wait, back up. What happened again?" I asked in stunned disbelief. Simon already told me, but it struck me so completely off-guard that I had trouble processing his strange report.

"Your girl brought a bear down." He repeated. "A whole fucking brown bear this time, we've got it in the truck. Thing is huge. Fuckers were putting up a big fit over it, too. The girl got mauled bringing it back, apparently."

For the second time, I was caught off-guard. "…Mauled?"

"Oh yeah, her back was a real big mess when they pulled inside. She looked like she was on her last leg, too."

"Was it from a biter?" I asked. A quiet part of me hoped not. I didn't want the little girl dead just yet.

"Not quite sure how it happened. They wouldn't go into any detail over it when that prick Rick came back out. Faggot she hunts with was making a big deal about keeping it. Rick put him in his place, though."

Those last few words didn't hit me as forcefully as the first few. For a while I really believed that Judy may have been fucking bulletproof by how badass she was. Ten years old and she brought down her first bear, and Simon was right, that sucker was huge.

"Goddamned it," I hissed, angry that I'd had other less fucking interesting crap to sort out here and as a reward ended up losing out on something that awesome. The bastard that kept me occupied while all this was happening had just made things monumentally worse for himself thanks to this news. "I can't believe I fucking missed it. Skip one pickup from my favorite town and all the good stuff happens when I'm not there."

This wasn't how I wanted that kid to die. I enjoyed her while she was here, and true she was a little snot, but her bouts of aggression and her occasional sassy quip could be taken in good humor fairly easily. They were even adorable when I was in a good mood. I secretly hoped that her attack had more so come from the bear or another animal rather than a biter; a bear gave her a chance; a biter, and she was screwed.

If that were the case and Judy lived through her little mutilation, she'd get an awesome fucking scar from it and you could bet I was going to want to see it.

Aside from her dear daddy, I may have been her biggest fan. Still, Judy was human the same as every single one of us. The way she pushed herself it was probably by pure miracle she wasn't dead already. Testing fate by going out in the woods at her age, with no fucking supervision whatsoever; that was just begging for trouble. I sure hoped I was the worse person she would ever meet out there; others were not going to be so humane.

With the recent turn of events, it looked like providence seemed to have a way with catching up to everyone, eventually. Men died, women died and kids died every fucking day. Little Judy wasn't any different from them. Sure, she'd been amusing for the time she had been here but we were all living off of borrowed time, ultimately. The end of the fucking world was here and we all met our fates one way or another. The only thing we could really do was make sure we fought tooth and nail before punching the clock for good.

Still, it really would be a real shame if the brat died. There were times when I sort of fantasized about bringing her back here and make a fine soldier out of her. She definitely had the heart for one and I couldn't let that go to waste on a community like Alexandria. She'd just end up wasting her talents and strength on people who were doomed to die much sooner than the ones who were strong and fit for this new world. She was meant to live much, much longer.

Even so, I suppose she went out with a bang. Her final kill was certainly impressive. A bear rug was just what I needed and seemed like an ironic parting gift from her, in a way. I'd always think of her when I saw it.

As much as I wanted to shrug this measly death off as nothing, I couldn't seem to shake the thought of it. Couldn't really say why, though. I'd seen countless men, women and kids die right in front of my eyes. Spineless fucking weak-ass scared to death people, doing everything in their power to get themselves killed. I can't remember a single fucking name. Even among my own people, faces blur in my sight, all of them becoming one after a while and it's all just easier to see them as nothing particularly significant after that.

Judith didn't really become a person to me until that day in the woods when we tracked down that fucker Roger. I knew Rick had another brat, but she steered clear of me as often as she could and that hadn't interested me all that much. She was just another scared little kid in a sea of scared little kids. But it was there in the woods when I found out that she really wasn't. No… far from it.

Tyler dragged her out in our circle and she sprung to her feet with a look of fire that was completely identical to her father's.

Little Judith faced me down in that forest without so much as flinching. She knew what I could do to her—her dad would be a complete asshole if he hadn't let her know just how fucking ruthless I am—but that didn't so much as faze her, not until she heard me roar at least.

I learned a lot from her with that one encounter. She was a survivor, she was a badass, and she was ultimately fearless. Here it was, dead fucking night inside dead-infested woods, and she was strolling them as easily as she could stroll down a street in her town at noon. At that time of night, she should have been tucked away in bed, where it was safe as savings.

Not just that, but that kid was tiny! I bet I could break her neck with hardly needing to use a fraction of force for it. If she managed to attract any biters while she was wandering around out there, she would have been a goner, but she was still alive, even so.

Judy was able to get away from me that night, but her escape was my fault. I took my eye off her for one moment and she took that tantalizing opportunity to scurry away like a sneaky little mouse. So then, I learned one more thing about her that night; she was slippery and would escape the single moment she was able to. Now I knew I could never make that mistake again.

During our next visit to Alexandria I asked around for her, but those dumbasses couldn't seem to keep track of their kids very well.

When Rick mentioned their fabled Elf and the gifts of things it left for them every now and then, the wheels in my head clicked and I was able to figure out her true identity in three seconds flat. So that's what it was, huh?

The kid had been doing this for years. Fuck, she was only ten and she'd been going out into the woods all on her fucking lonesome for years! And if that weren't enough, but apparently her family knew nothing of her exploits in there. Which either meant they were blind-ass neglectful motherfuckers, or Judith was just that good a sneak.

Now she had my full attention.

Out of curiosity my next few visits I asked more about her around town.

Fat lot of good that did me.

Judith Grimes. How do I even begin to describe Judith Grimes?

Pearl Anderson: Judith Grimes is a witch!

Dorothy Swanson: Stay away from that child! She's the spawn of hell and death!

Jimmy Richards: If you make her mad she'll hex you!

Abigail: She has a rare Tiffany beetle brooch and a grimorium verum which is a sort of really old spell book.

Peter Wagner: I hear she can change the color of her eyes whenever she wants. One day they look blue the next day they look green. It's weird.

Darla Wheeler: Okay that part is explainable. Peter is just colored-blind.

Peter Wagner: I am not! You've seen it. It's weird.

Darla Wheeler: It's the angle of the light and the time of day.

Mrs. Lakely: Judith Grimes is creative in making whatever disorder she can within the classroom. If she would apply that sort of enthusiasm into her schoolwork she wouldn't be so behind in her year. She could be very brilliant if she'd only put forth the effort.

Mrs. Byron: Don't listen to those rumors the kids throw around. She doesn't get along with very many of her peers. In all honesty that girl has a heart of gold. She's the one who brews up my medicine and I tell you, it works like a charm.

Negan: So, would you say she's a witch?

Mrs. Byron: Well… I can't say for certain. I mean she doesn't go around advertising it. I have a few suspicions that she's getting lessons or teachings from a mysterious stranger that lives out in the woods. There's a large scandal about some kind of elf that helped the town for a while and found things that no one else could find. She could be the elf, or she might know the elf. I'm not quite sure.

Lizzie Pelzer: There's this rumor going around that Judith is somehow the elf that's been helping us for years, but I'm pretty sure she's not.

Negan: Why not?

Lizzie Pelzer: Come on. Her fuse is so short the majority of that stuff should have been laced with poisons and irritants. There's no way. She's no helpful elf—more like a wicked witch.

Boxy Winslow: I hear she's been going out in the woods by herself since she started walking. She finds things with magic and divination and has this dowsing rod thing-a-ma-jig that she can enchant to help her find stuff.

Ryan Mello: Her favorite book is the Art of War by Chuck Norris.

Negan: Chuck Norris didn't write the art of war.

Ryan Mello: The version she has he did.

Arty Peterson: She can see ghosts.

Leo McGinnis: I don't think she likes the school teacher very much. In class, I caught on fire one time during an experiment and I raised my hand to tell Mrs. Lakely and the old lady totally panicked, and before she could get the fire extinguisher Judith smothered the flames with my coat. Then Judith turned to her and said, "Are you even trying?" She got detention for that.

Abigail Torres: One time she met a pack of wolves in the woods and they told her she was pretty.

Dora Wheeler: One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome!

Never, in my entire life, have I met so many people who were more divided in their opinions about a little kid.

In the end, I ended up nowhere, with more questions than answers, after all that. Just what the hell was this kid? It seemed like no one, not even in her town, knew those answers. I turned to her family after that, but those bastards only gave me the bare minimum: She was born before they all came to Alexandria, her mama died in childbirth, and Carl shot her so she wouldn't come back.

Other than that, nothing.

Fucking assholes. I wanted some goddamned answers but they weren't biting. I tried asking Daryl what he knew about her, but the frigid dick only threw me his signature dirty look—which was a bit more sour than usual—and became all tight-lipped once again.

It looked like I'd need to get it all from the horse's mouth if I was going to get anywhere, but the kid was almost always never there whenever I came a calling. Sure, I started out more interested in her daddy and big brother, but they started to bore me once I met Judy. After three years I had all I wanted from them, now I wanted a new distraction, and I seemed to find an endless wealth of interest in dear little Miss Judy.

The day she killed my girl Lucille… it still stings to talk about it. I sometimes look round at Judy and all I want to do is tear her insubordinate fucking head right off of her shoulders for it! I should have killed someone, maybe a few people from her town to get back at that little tramp, but despite the bloodthirst pounding through me day after day, it had still been spellbinding what she'd done.

The trade, the toss, and the echoing TWANG while her thorny barbed wire unraveled like silky hair released from a bun; it had stunned me. And when the little girl looked back at me again, there was something in her face, something new and exciting and different. There had been the smallest of whispers in my ear, and for a moment it was like Lucille where at my side again.

"Stay your hand." She told me.

I didn't need a fucking bat to cherish my girl. She wasn't that bat, she was more than it. She had always been more than it—so much more! It wasn't a piece of fucking wood that protected me all those years. It was my own strength and her spirit living inside of me that had done it; guiding me, protecting me, strengthening me into what I am today.

I still needed to make her pay, though, and Judy proved to be a hard, little worker, finding me good shit at every visit. And she was entertaining, always doing what was least expected and catching me by surprise.

I felt a little bad for her, being Rick's kid and all. He obviously didn't understand her too well, nor was he employing her talents to their full potential. He was going to end up ruining her, just the way he'd done his son. If she were mine… boy the plans I could make for her.

I hate suspense. Waiting around to see if the brat was going to snuff it wasn't that exciting, nor did I enjoy it one bit.

I wanted answers, I wanted to know if she was going to die or not, and I really wanted to see that mess on her back. Only problem was we just made a trip there. I couldn't very well drop by unannounced twice in two days without a reason, and dropping by just to see how she was doing sounded too much like I cared. I also couldn't make it look like I cared too much about the brat that shattered the symbol of their subservience. I had my reputation to maintain after all. Plus, gas was running low these days. Had to save it for the real necessities like the weekly pickups and on dire occasions.

Besides which, if the wounds were fatal there wasn't much left to be done by now.

Whatever was going to happen to her, happened.

Author's Notes: Alright so I know I said I was going to wait and see if I could get a few more reviews for the last chapter before I posted this one, but I was so excited about it that I just couldn't wait. Just so you know this'll probably be the last time I post something from another character's POV. I just had this idea in my head and before I knew it I'd written it all down. I was planning on keeping this whole story strictly in Judith's POV and maybe post this particular chapter with the drabbles I was thinking of doing, but there's still work that needs to be done for those and I wanted to get this out with the last chapter before it was too late.

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