A/N: Hi readers. Another fast update! Again huge thanks to EdwardsFirstKiss for doing this so fast and for all the valuable suggestions. I've also updated the summary of this story. This chapter gave me really good ideas. Have a look if you want.

Twilight belongs to SM while FY is my own work. Here you go...

CHAPTER 12

BELLA

January 3, 2017

"Bella. Open your eyes, sweetie," A sweet, melodious voice cooed in my ear.

"I still don't understand why was she on the floor?" another voice wondered.

"She must have fainted. I told you, she wasn't eating properly. Look at her; her cheekbones are poking out of her face," a new voice expressed its concern.

"Hush! Look, her eyes are fluttering," the melodious voice called out. I opened my eyes but closed them again.

"Bella? Open your eyes," Rose urged, rubbing my hand in hers.

"Too much light," I mumbled.

"Close the curtains, Em," Rose instructed. "It's dim now. You can open your eyes." I do as I am told and looked around. Rose and Alice were sitting on either side of the bed, each with one of my hand in theirs. Em and Jazz were standing by the foot of the bed, looking like Manor Guards. A giggle bubbled inside me at that and I snorted.

"What's so funny?" Em asked curiously.

"Notfin... Ahem... I mean nothing." My throat was hoarse from sleeping.

"Why are all of you here?" I frowned, sitting up on the bed.

"Are you kidding me?" Jazz raised his hands in exasperation. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" My brow furrowed.

"That you were spread out on the floor," Em blurted.

"What?" I screeched, sitting straighter.

"So much for spewing word vomit, Emmett McCarty," Alice barked as Rose glared at him.

"What he meant to say is that you were sprawled on the floor," Jazz looked at Em pointedly, "When Alice came to wake you up for breakfast, and you were on the floor. Em's vocabulary is a little weak. Idiot," he muttered under his breath.

"Hey!" Em shouted.

"Any complaints, Emmett?" Rose smiled sweetly at him, too sweetly, and he mumbled out a 'no'. "Good. Now Bella, will you tell us what the fuck happened last night that landed you on the floor?"

"I... I don't remember, Rose. I just remember sleeping in my bed...," I trailed off as the memory of green eyes passed my mind. "Edward!" I exclaimed.

"What?" All four of them spoke together.

"Guys, Edward...," I threw the blanket off me and jumped to stand on the floor. "Edward... he is here!" I announced happily. They exchanged wary glances and then suddenly sprang into action.

"Rose, hold her hands. She might have a panic attack... Jazz, I have anti-anxiety pills in my bag. Bring them... Em, fetch a glass of water for her," Alice instructed them and then addressed me. "Sweetie, don't panic, you'll be alright. Just sit down for a minute... Maybe you have a concussion...," she poked my head with her fingers. "Are you disoriented? Any black spots in your vision? How many fingers are these?"

"Alice, here's the water," Em said breathless.

"The pills, Al. Are these the ones?" Jazz barged into the room with Alice's bag in one hand and the meds in other.

"Lemme see," Alice reached out. The situation was so comical that if I wasn't so darn confused, I would have laughed my ass off.

"Guys," I called out.

"Yeah, these are good," Ali said checking the pills.

"What should I do, Alice?" Rose asked anxiously. Great! I should have known that they wouldn't listen to me.

I cleared my throat and shouted, "Guys!" At once, they all looked at me. Ha! I knew that would work. "Thank you for your attention. Will one of you please explain to me, what's going on here?"

"Umm... sweetie. You said that Edward was here... We don't know what do you mean by that?" Alice shifted on her feet nervously.

"Yes, because he was here. He is here," I emphasized. "I saw him last night in this room... He was standing there," I pointed out towards the space across the French doors. "His eyes... I saw his eyes...," I reached out for Ali's hand and shook it. "Alice, I swear he is here!" She looked at me as if she would start crying any second.

"Bells, please sit down," Jazz stepped forward and grabbed my arm gently.

"You... you all think that I'm making up things," I jerked backwards from his hold and addressed them all.

"No, Bella. We trust you...," Rose started, but I cut her off.

"No... No, you don't," I shook my head violently. "He is here. I... I can feel it. My heart... it's like I'm alive again... I felt so complete..." Suddenly, a memory strikes me. "Emmett!" I quickly run to stand in front of him. "Em... do you trust me? I know you do. You... you remember that day at his funeral... when... when you said that it's unbelievable that he is... he is no more," my voice was shaking so badly that it was becoming impossible to speak.

He grabbed my forearms and bent his head down to look into my eyes. "Bells. Please get a grip on yourself. I know it's hard for you as it is that time of the year...,"

"NO!" I jumped backwards, pushing him away. "You don't understand. Remember, Em. Try to remember what you'd said," I pleaded. Tears were now flowing continuously from my eyes. That stopped him for a moment and his eyes glazed as if he was going for a trip down the memory lane.

ooOOoo

I was sitting beside his grave, staring blankly at the gravestone and reading the same lines again and again.

"Night falls, but day dawns to replace it... Grief comes, but will ease the pain... Life ends, but death cannot erase it... In memory, love will always remain..."

Here lies Edward Anthony Cullen, dearest son and friend.

06.20.1983 – 12.24.2014

*RIP*

"I don't fucking understand!" Em's loud voice broke me out of my reading the stone for the forty-sixth time that day.

"Em, we all are going out of our minds here, so please shut up!" Alice hissed. "Let's get Bella out of here. Only we five people are left."

"Seriously Alice. Don't you get it! Look at that shitty stone... Here lies Edward Anthony Cullen! I mean what the fuck is that? They haven't even found his fucking body to bury, and they are writing this shit instead of finding him!" Em said frustrated.

"And what do you think, huh? That they will find him alive when his car was found stuck by the edge of the cliff, its door open and the hood stuck to the big rock... Em, the search party has surveyed the whole area. He fell from the cliff when his brakes failed...," Alice hiccupped as her voice broke at the end. But that wasn't the thing that caught my attention.

"What did you say?" I turned to face them. They looked up at me, wide-eyed.

"Bella. Sista, let's go. It's time...," Jasper was the first to recover his senses, but I ignored him.

"Em, what did you just say?" I addressed him directly.

"I... What Bella? I don't...," He looked genuinely confused. I stood up and came to stand across him.

"You said his body isn't here. What does that mean?" I asked blankly.

"Bella, let's get you home. Then we'll tell you everything," Rose spoke for the first time. But I ignored her too.

"Emmett, tell me. Is what you and Alice just said true? Is his body not here?" I asked again, trying to keep my voice from trembling. How could they hide such a thing from me?

"Bella, sweetie. Yes, what we said is true. They didn't find his body...," Alice rubbed my arm, but I stepped back, looking at them with so much anger, that I might burst a vein.

"And none of you found it necessary to provide me with that information!" I shouted with my hands in my hair, pulling at it wildly. It was like they had betrayed my trust.

"Sista. Calm down," Jazz soothed coming in front of me and pulling my hands out of my hair gently.

"Don't touch me," I spat. "You... you are all liars!"

"Bella!" Em finally shouted. I turned towards him, and he continued. "Yes, you heard right. We haven't found his body. He might be alive," he cracked a small smile. Hope flooded my senses and I gasped.

"Yes! Yes, of course he is alive. We have to find him. He must be injured. He... he needs me, Em..." But I was cut-off by a stinging slap to my face.

"STOP IT, BELLA!" Rose shouted. "He is DEAD. EDWARD CULLEN IS DEAD. Accept it...," she stopped as her voice trembled, tears flowing from her eyes. "Accept it," she murmured, and fell to the ground on her knees. I stood there frozen as a single tear dropped from my own eye. Jazz pushed at Em roughly.

"What were you thinking, asshole? She was barely making it as it was and now you are encouraging her to believe fucking inane stories," Jasper roared.

"I'm not making up any stories, fucker! You're not being practical. Having a funeral for a man just days after his death whose fucking body is yet to be found is not practical! Ed would be rolling in his grave... Oh, but he isn't even there," Em countered loudly.

"Son of a Bitch, I'll kill you," Jasper reached out and grabbed his suit. "Look at her... How broken she is! Instead of supporting her in her grief, you are giving her false hope. You're fucking insensitive," Jasper's nostrils flared.

"Jazz please. Stop it! Em, you too please don't...," Alice tried to calm them, prying Em's suit out of Jasper's fingers, but couldn't speak further due to her shaking voice. Emmett turned towards me.

"Bells,"

"Don't you 'Bells' her, motherfucker! Don't speak to her until you get some brains inside your head!" Jasper shouted.

Emmett looked at him, fuming, but didn't say anything. He turned on his feet and left, God knows where. I just stood there immobile, thinking how on earth we landed in this kind of hell.

ooOOoo

I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to force the memory away that had clouded my mind for few seconds. I looked up at Em, and he too seemed lost in his thoughts.

"Emmett, please say something," I urged. He sighed and shook his head.

"What do you want me to say, Bells? I just don't know... I mean, at the time, it looked like a practical thing to believe but now... It has been too long, Bells. You should move on," he finished quietly.

"Too long," I whispered. The words taste like a bitter pill on my tongue. It could never be too long for me to accept my Edward. "But... but guys. I swear I saw him last night. What if he had come here after the accident? This Manor is very near to that cliff... Isn't it possible?" I asked hopefully.

"Bella, I think you should rest. We will talk to Dr. Banner when we get back to the city. Please lie down for a while," Alice tried to convince me.

"What? I don't need a shrink, Ali! I'm fine. You... you think I was hallucinating?" I looked at her suspiciously. Alice looked at Jazz, and he shook his head. "You do? I know you do! Jesus... I'm alright, Alice. I'm not having hallucinations..."

"So, you think Edward is hiding in this Manor and has been living here on his own for two years? Do you even realize what you're saying, Bella," Rose argued.

"At least, it's not impossible!" I exclaimed.

"Bella, what you are implying just doesn't make sense, sweetie. Even if we agree that you saw Edward last night, and he has been living here for the last two years, then where is he now, when we are all standing here arguing? Why hasn't he tried contacting anyone over the past two years?" Alice asked gently. That caught me off-guard. Why hasn't he, indeed? Is he afraid of something? Or was he hurt? He looked just fine last ni... No, I don't know what he looked like because I'd only seen his eyes. Those endless green pools which I would recognize anywhere. Are they right? Was I really that desperate that I began hallucinating? Creating my own Edward. No. That perfection can't be created. And what about that feeling of completeness I had? Now, I couldn't make up that feeling, could I?

I sat down heavily on the bed with my hand on my forehead. Was I really having illusions? Was I demented? I couldn't make him up in my thoughts like that. But why wasn't he here now? That's the million dollar question. Suddenly, everything was crystal clear.

"Because he didn't want me anymore," I replied to Alice softly. It's understandable. I'd always thought how could I be on his level of perfection. I wouldn't blame him if he'd thought that I wasn't worthy of his time of day. Just like I wasn't worthy for my parents' and my muma, or my grandmother.

"Don't be absurd, Bella. I know what you are thinking. Edward loved you irrevocably; even a blind man could see that. Don't start with 'I'm not worthy of his affection' shit," Rose mimed.

"Rose is right, Bella. The love shared between you and Edward was special," Alice came to sit beside me, taking my hand in hers. "What you both had, was special, and that's why it is hard for you to get over him. But sweetie, you can't go on like this. Yesterday, when you told us about Jake, I felt like you have finally moved on. But today, it's clear that we never really move on, Bella. It's a never ending cycle. We try to get over our past but something or someone triggers it again," she cupped my face in one hand as tears welled in her own eyes. "Same happened to you, sweetie. Seventh Street is the dark place of your past. It is making you desperate and you're seeing things that don't exist. That's why we weren't so sure about your agreeing to do this project. You have shown extraordinary courage to come here, and we all appreciate that. I thought you would be broken and lost when Em and I had come to pick you up at the airport, yesterday. But you weren't. I could see some life in your eyes and after talking to Jake, I'd some hope that finally, you could move on." She took both of my hands in hers and pinned me with her gaze. "Bella. No one is lucky enough to get a good person to spend their life with, twice in one lifetime. Edward was no doubt your soulmate, but Jake is a good man. He loves you Bella, even if he hadn't confessed it, yet. We can see it in his eyes. Even Edward was aware of that fact and that's why he felt insecure when you talked to Jake. You're getting a good chance to make a life again. Please don't ruin it."

I sat stunned at her words. It seemed difficult to make out the meaning of them. She wanted me to forget Edward. Can I do that? Can I give myself to Jake? Can I love him? My head was throbbing from the amount of questions going through my head at the speed of light. One moment I was figuring out whether Edward was alive or not, and the next moment I was thinking if I could love another man.

"I'll think about it, Alice. If you all don't mind, can I rest for a while? I have a headache and I want to sleep it through," I asked them quietly.

"Of course, Bella. If you need anything, call me. Jazz and Em will be going to explore the sites further, but Rose and I will be here," Alice smiled, squeezing my hands between hers.

"The project... Oh, I'd totally forgotten about it. I'll come with you, Jazz..." I spoke hurriedly, but he cut me off.

"Uh... huh... None of that, Bells. You rest, and we'll go. We are here for one more day, so you can go tomorrow. For now, just rest," Jazz commanded.

I huffed but agreed. I don't think I would be of much help anyway with so much going in my head.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Rose asked.

"No, I'm good. Thanks, Rose," I smiled at her.

They left the room, and I was once again alone in the confines of these four walls. I sighed and crawled to the middle of the bed to lie down. Looking up at the ceiling, I thought over everything that had happened in the last week. I celebrated my first Christmas and New Year's after two years, outside of my apartment. No matter how shitty that felt at some point, but still, I managed to get out of the apartment. I mean that counts for something! Next, I finally left New York for few days and hung out. No matter, I came to know about a shitty father and other information about my so-called-family during that time. Oh, and not to mention that I was born into a family which has magic in their veins. But I stuck out like a sore thumb and don't have any magical aura in me.

I huffed out a laugh. Magic. The idea seemed sort of funny. I mean if anyone had told me that Jacob was actually a werewolf, I might have believed them. So, What? I'm crazy for wolves and vamps. But magic seemed too superstitious for me to believe. It's a foreign concept; like Harry Potter would knock at my door any moment and ask me to join Hogwarts. I snorted and put an arm across my eyes.

All in all, last week was full of insanity. Take that stupid kiss, for instance, which Jake and I shared. I don't want to be arrogant but that wasn't me. I don't know what came over me when I kissed him and gave him the absurd notion that I was attracted to him. It's not as if Jake is unattractive. He is a wonderful man and I know he is good at heart; not to say- smart. I just don't feel the pull towards him. Maybe it was because I am too occupied with Edward's thoughts that I've lost the ability to look at anything beyond him. And that's how my thoughts again land at Edward.

The whatever-it-was I saw last night, was so real that I've started to question my sanity. I said whatever-it-was because except for the green eyes, I hadn't seen a thing. It might be a cat for all I know. Pfft! Silly Bella, cats don't have tears swimming in their eyes. Well that was a surprise. Inner Me finally decided to shower her presence upon me.

How are you doin' ole friend? I greeted her.

What? You've started to talk to yourself again, Bella? She quirked her eyebrow at me.

You know better than anyone that it's good to have introspection, I pointed out.

Well introspection is good but what you are doing is categorized as fantasizing. Inner air-quote 'fantasizing'.

And will you be so kind to tell me what I'm 'fantasizing' about? I asked frustrated.

Oh! For instance, green eyes? Ring any bells! Inner shrugged.

Was I really fantasizing? I questioned my little doppelganger.

I don't know; you tell me. Inner said inspecting her nails, painted in blood-red.

But aren't you here for that? To help me figure this out? I whined.

C'mon Bella. You didn't look like as much of a fool as you're acting right now. I am YOU. You control me. I'm the other part of you. The part that comes into action when you're over the top confused. Inner stomped her feet angrily.

Huh... I didn't think of it like that. So do you think what I saw last night was a figment of my imagination? I asked curiously.

C'mon doll. Stop questioning me and wrack your own brains. Inner rolled her eyes.

I think... I think it's all in my head. Should I listen to Alice and give Jake a chance? I wondered.

That also will be answered by you. I'm here to help you think over all of your options. But the final decision is yours. Just remember one thing though. Sometimes, what you can see is not actually what it is. And sometimes, what's left unnoticed is actually the real thing. I was left pondering on her words as her image and voice died away, leaving me all the more confused.

At some point during my introspection, I must have fallen asleep. So, when a shrill ringing resounded in my ears, I sat up in the bed, startled.

"Shit!" I muttered, pressing my palm to my thundering heart. I saw my cell ringing violently on the nightstand. I reached out to take it but it stopped ringing as soon as I was about to answer. I flipped through the screen and saw I'd thirteen missed calls from Jake. Whoa! Quickly tapping at his contact, I pressed send and put it to my ear. He answered before the first ring was about to end.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN, I fucking swear I'm coming there to give you a good one for what you've done. Thirteen. Thirteen fucking times I called and not once did you answer. So, speak up fast before I come there..."

"Jake, Jake!" I interrupted his threats. "I was asleep. I didn't hear it ringing..."

"I've been calling you since yesterday, Swan. Were you fucking asleep since then?" he hissed. Yesterday?

"Jake, I don't know about yesterday. I was out inspecting the sites for the project. I didn't think it rang even once. I had my cell with me the entire time," I frowned.

"Oh, yea! Because I'm fucking lying," he bitched.

"Jacob Black, I didn't say you were lying. So stop cussing at me," I barked back.

"Swan," he huffed. "I don't know. I was worried about you," I could imagine him shaking his head and pacing back and forth.

"You could have called Alice or Jazz or Em or Rose," I offered sarcastically.

"Huh. Why didn't I think about that?" he mused. I chuckled at him.

"So, why were you calling me?" I asked.

"No reason. Just wanted to know if your plane landed safely," he mumbled.

"Oh. Ok. Sorry, I didn't pick up your calls," I whispered.

"No biggie, Swan. So, tell me how's your project going?" Jake questioned.

"Good, I guess," I muttered.

"What? Everything smooth?" I giggled at his use of smooth as a synonym for good.

"I think some things are rough," I answered him in his own language.

"Oh, like what?" he snickered.

"Like the walls and floors," I sang.

He snorted. "Good one, babe. No, honestly. What's wrong?" I didn't have an answer for that. So, I said the next thing that came to my mind.

"I was wondering about Billy's connection to Seventh Street," I blurted out.

"What about Billy's connection?" Shit! He didn't know about that part. Sarah had told that only to me.

"Umm... nothing," was my Oscar-winning, excellent response.

"Swan, what the fuck are you hiding? Tell me or I'll ask Mom," Jake warned. Oh, for heaven's sake!

"Fine! I'll tell you but hold on a sec." I quickly climbed out of the bed and tip-toed to the door. I opened it and peered into hallway. There was pin-drop silence in the whole Manor. Wonder what Ali and Rose are doing. When I was sure that no one was going to hear our conversation, I turned and locked the door.

"Ok. I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully." He hummed in response and I told him all about how Billy had escaped under supernatural circumstances and landed in the Seventh Street Manor. To say he was shocked was an understatement. I heard so many colorful expletives that I can't even imagine existing.

"Calm down, Jake. It's nothing to be that hyper about," I rolled my eyes.

"Swan, you get out of that place immediately. It is full of this ugly magic shit," he demanded.

"Jeez, Jake. I didn't know you were that insecure about this. And don't be superstitious. There's nothing...," I trailed off as suddenly it hit me. Green eyes! He has to be here. "Jake, I'll call you later. Try not to blow Sarah's mind with your Spanish inquisition," I ended the call just when he said 'But Swan'. I left my cell on the bed and walked out of the room.

"Rose..." I called out, but there was no response. "Alice..." Again- no response. "Where the hell are they?" I muttered under my breath as I walked downstairs on the humongous staircase. I called their names again, but no one answered. Only my own voice reverberated when I shouted a little too loudly. That shit really made me jump out of my own skin. I mean it's not like I was used to visiting old Manors and hearing the echo of my own voice.

"Well, I guess I'm all alone. I can't believe they left me alone in a supposedly Haunted Manor," I spoke to myself, once my breathing calmed down. It was actually a good thing that they weren't here. It would make my task easier. No matter how insane that task sounds. After talking to Jacob, my mind was reeling with questions and I had my doubts. I took a much-needed breath and came to stand in the middle of the magnificent living area. The chandelier was directly over my head and it was the first time I noticed its presence.

"Ok. So, I know if anyone hears this, they'll admit me in an asylum. I personally think that I've lost my sanity. So, why don't I try one last thing which will definitely confirm that I've lost my mind? Edward Anthony Cullen," I called out, my voice loud and clear. "I don't care what the other's say but I know with all of my heart that what I saw last night was you. It was not a figment of my imagination; nor was I hallucinating. It. Was. You," I punctuated each word. "I don't know what sort of pleasure you're getting by seeing me on the verge of having a fucking break-down, but please know that you're not fooling anyone by your games." My chest was heaving with the force I was shouting. At this moment, I was past caring whoever in the bloody hell heard me.

"My friends say that you loved me. That what we had, have, is special. But they don't know that you're vying for the title of World's biggest sadist! Yes, you heard me right. That's what you are. If you loved me so much, then why are you hiding? Why are you testing my patience? Why are you not here to hold me, when I'm falling apart," my voice cracked a bit at the end. "I know you were the one who silenced my cell yesterday so that Jake couldn't contact me. Still so insecure, huh? I also know that this is the most moronic thing I have come up with, today. You know why? Because, I love you. Dammit! Yes, I love you," a sob escaped my lips, my hands shaking.

"I tried Edward, I really tried. I threw away your things, wiped out our memories... I even bought myself a new apartment... But what's in here, can't be ignored," I pointed at my chest. "It hurts, Edward. It hurts so badly. I tried telling our friends about that but no one understood. All those fucking days I spent without you, all those nights I cried on my pillow, all those times I spent in therapy with that doctor who kept on ranting bullshit so that I would open up to him... All those fucking people know nothing, Edward. They don't know about what we shared. They don't know the real me. Only you, Edward. Only you know that," my voice trailed off, and I closed my eyes. Every inch of my body was hurting and all of my strength was fading.

"So, for the last time, I'm asking you to come to me. Please, Edward. I can't take it anymore. I love you so much Edward Anthony Cullen," I whispered these words so quietly that my own ears were straining to hear them. "Please..." My legs gave out, and I fell onto my knees on the wooden floor, sobbing loudly. So much pain... What's the point of all this suffering?

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and wiped at my tears. The Manor was silent. Like the kind of silence that surrounded the space before a storm. There was calmness everywhere. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze passing through my skin. The hair on the nape of my neck stood erect, and I shivered.

Out of nowhere, a shiny object on the floor caught my attention. I bent forward to examine it closely.

"My ring!" I gasped. My ring, which I'd thrown out of the window at the Hales, but then found again the next day. I remembered pocketing it in my coat but I wasn't wearing that coat now. So, from where did it come from? I picked it up and stood, looking around me. The weather suddenly seemed to be angry and windows were rattling by the slaps of wind against them. Among all this chaos, I noticed my coat lying on the arm of the rocking chair beside the sofa. The same coat in which I'd pocketed my ring.

"Do you want me to wear it?" I murmured, looking at the ring. "I would not have taken it off, but it was one of those things I had to do to try to get over you. If you want me to wear it again, then ok." With that, I slid the ring on my left hand's ring finger where it always belonged.

An electric current ran through my body and I cried out. I lost my balance and fell to floor, face down, a few feet away from where I was standing. My whole body writhed in agony but also a relief flowed through my nerves. It was like my whole body was undergoing a transformation.

Then I felt it. He was here. He was inside me. He was flowing as blood in my vessels. He was the current in my nerves. He was in the air I was breathing. He surrounded me. My heart was about to burst out of my chest. My eyes were strained with so many emotions and my breathing was coming out in pants. But what mattered was the intense relief I was feeling, apart from all my suffering.

The wind picked up speed, and it started raining. I looked up and saw the chandelier shaking badly. I wanted to move away so that it didn't drop on me but I didn't have the strength. Maybe Edward was taking me to his world. At that, all other thoughts left my mind, and a smile grazed my lips. My senses were shutting themselves down and a feeling of bliss sheathed me.

As my eyes began closing, the chandelier coming nearer and nearer to my face was the last thing I saw, and Inner's words flowed through my mind like my last prayer.

Sometimes, what you can see is not actually what it is. And sometimes, what's left unnoticed is actually the real thing.

Ok. Deep breaths... Trust me I'll sort this out for good. What do you think? Is Bella losing her mind? I mean c'mon! She was talking to a man who died couple of years ago. Or does he? Oh, and do like Bella's 'Inner Me'? She was kinda cute.

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