Chapter Twenty-Two: Hannah's Girl

Hannah Montgomery had always considered herself to be a rather proud and independent woman. She had been told that from the time she was old enough to fathom and process what those, seemingly, long words meant, and she had decided to hold it dear to her ever since.

She liked to think it was part of the reason she had caught Fred Montgomery's eye. In her more teenage girl-like moments she liked to think her strong personality was what set her apart from the droves of women that seemed to always be flocking and swooning over Fred. She had quickly realized, after many long nights of doubting whether she was even remotely appealing enough to look at, she was not exactly far off in her assumption. Fred was almost too handsome for his own good. He was tall, almost inhumanly so, and so thickly built Hannah had been surprised more women didn't surround him everywhere he went. He was a ginger, which had delighted her and still delighted her to this day, making her insides feel like warm goo. It had surprised her, how quickly she had fallen for him, how much him simply looking at her made her feel like she was floating through a thick mess of hormones and ideas she wouldn't have mentioned to even her closest friends.

Hannah, who was born a Kinsington, was never meant to go to Alaska. She was never meant to do a lot of things, if she was being perfectly honest.

It had been her mother, Jane, who had suggested she take the trip. She had just graduated from high school, a rather unfortunate four years that yielded nothing more than self-esteem issues and an undeniable hatred for math, school lunches, and cheerleaders. High school had been so depressingly like the movies it made her cringe to think about. Her mother, after seeing the cynical ball of sarcastic comments and cynical outlook that was her daughter, funded a little trip to one of the more serene places she could think of.

Alaska would not have been Hannah's choice. She was born and raised in the aristocratic side of Louisville, Kentucky, surrounded by horses on all sides. It was warm, which Hannah loved, and smelled of hay. Alaska, to her knowledge at the time, did not even have hay. She wasn't even sure if it had grass.

She wasn't one to turn down a free trip, a trait she had maintained into her reluctant adulthood, so she had packed her bags full of clothes she had thought would keep her warm and left.

She had first spotted Fred in the little town, Kessog, when she was attempting to navigate a way back home. She assumed her mother, her rather clueless mother, had never intended to send her to the literal middle of nowhere.

Jane had, however, which resulted in Hannah being hopelessly, depressingly, mind-numbingly lost.

And cold.

Fred, whom she had learned was one of the local favorites, had been manning a smelly fish stand in the dismally small town square when she had first spotted him.

It was his hair that had first stuck out to him. It had appeared so red, so vibrant against all of the dull colors that surrounded him. He had appeared so vibrant, which had sound ridiculous to her at the time, but she couldn't help but think it.

He hadn't noticed her, naturally, only going on about his business in a manner that Hannah couldn't help but admire.

It had taken her almost all of her allotted vacation time to pluck up the courage to go talk to him. She had come up with the rather crafty, or what she thought was crafty, plan to go buy a fish from him. She hated fish, making the entire task seem that much more daunting. She wasn't even sure what to ask for when it came to fish. He had smiled at her when she had approached, the skin crinkling around his eyes pleasantly. The lines were still there, even when he didn't smile, to this day. She was not ashamed to admit that his smile made her insides fuzzy.

Fred had offered her about a hundred different types of fish, smirking at the grimace on her face with each new offer, before they arrived at the conclusion that she didn't exactly enjoy fish at all.

She hadn't left after that, staying and talking to him as he sold fish and attempted to make her laugh.

She didn't even mind that he was far too old for her.

She didn't even mind that he smelled like fish.

She found that she didn't mind anything about him.

Fred had asked her to stay, much to the talk of the town. She had paid for an extra two weeks in her constantly cold hotel room. Her mother hadn't asked questions at first. Hannah had been so miserable in high school, her mother did not question when she wanted to stay out in the peace and quiet of Alaska. Jane had never even imagined the possibility that Hannah wasn't staying for the peace and quiet at all. She had stayed, and still stayed, for Fred.

Looking back on it, Hannah would have said Fred viewed her as a fling. She was hardly a supermodel, with her too thick auburn hair and freckly face. She was short, and awkwardly skinny, making her feel so self-conscious at the best of times, she worried if he even felt anything for her at all. That thought had quickly subsided, almost embarrassingly quickly. The town talked, everyone talked, about them. It was rather scandalous, considering how young she was and how foreign, so to speak. She had hated it at first, but she found over time, she rather liked the scandal. It was so exciting, so invigorating, so Fred.

She didn't go back home to Kentucky.

She had never really intended to, if she was being honest with herself.

She hadn't known where she was going to end up, seeing as how she had no marketable skills, but she did know she wasn't going back.

Her mother had been appalled when she found out that Hannah wasn't coming home. She had been even more appalled when she learned she was shaking up with a man closer to her age than her daughters. She had been shockingly appalled when she learned she hadn't been invited to the wedding.

Hannah couldn't really bring herself to care, as cold as it made her sound.

Fred was her person, she had decided, and at the time he was all that mattered. At the time, he had been her everything. He made her feel beautiful, despite her insecurities, and strong.

He made her feel strong in a way that had only ever bubbled under the surface. She had been strong before she met him, but after she found she felt almost invincible.

She had felt invincible when she had given birth to her first child, Emelia. Her beautiful, perfect little Emelia. She had her father's eyes, which delighted her, and his hair. She had her freckles, and her height, and her slightness. Emelia had made Hannah feel even stronger, prouder with each day she was in their lives. Her perfect little Emelia had made Hannah feel like she accomplished something.

When she didn't come back out of the water, Hannah felt like that was gone.

She had felt like everything was gone, if she was being honest.

She had screamed at the black water until her throat had run dry, desperately waiting for Emelia to come back. She had tried to jump into the water to grab her, her little baby, only to be held back by her husband. His hands had left bruises on her hips from the force he had had to use to hold her back. He had to practically tackle her to stop her from throwing herself in.

Hannah was ashamed to admit that she wasn't sure which child to pay attention to. The one who had disappeared or the one who was freezing to death. She had chosen Edward, of course, grabbing him and pressing her into her body while still desperately trying to see Emelia's vibrant red hair floating in the water. She had felt the water from Edward's clothes seeping into her own as she crushed him into her chest, desperately calling out to Emelia.

Her Emelia.

She had descended into body racking sobs, pressing hurried kisses to Eddy's cold face as she tried to find Emelia. She wouldn't ever be aware, she was sure, of how long she stayed like that.

Her Emelia.

Her beautiful smart, sassy, Emelia.

She would have stayed there for ages, screaming Emelia's name if it hadn't been for Fred pulling her back, horribly hidden tears staining his face. He had pulled her back, pulling Eddy into his arms, pushing himself into a standing position. He had to yell at her to get her to stop screaming, to stop wracking her body on the ice like a child. He had had to tell her that Emelia was gone. His entire face had been covered in tears as he looked into the ice, clutching Eddy's shaking form into him.

He had been so logical, so controlled as he attempted to get the situation under control.

The situation wouldn't ever be under control, however. Losing a child was chaos. It was pain. It was stifling, crippling, never-ending pain.

Emelia was in pain, had been in pain, Hannah imagined.

Hannah had imagined a lot of things. She had imagined the vacation to Italy that she always wanted to take. She had imagined Eddy discovering football for the first time. She had imagined her mother's face when she saw the life Hannah had built in Alaska. She had imagined Fred's face when his good looks finally succumbed to age and wrinkles. She imagined how appalled she would be when she found her first grey hair amongst all the auburn.

She had never imagined that her child, her Emelia would die before her.

Never so much pain.

She never imagined that her Emelia wouldn't come back to her.

Dwalin was rather tactful, considering, in his dealings with Emelia clinging to him like a lemur. He had grunted slightly in the beginning, trying to pry her shaking arms from around his middle, before he had settled into begrudging acceptance. She heard the rumbling grumbles as she pressed her face into his back even more, willing them to all be on solid ground again. She wasn't entirely fond of the way the bird, the overly massive bird, she was on liked to dip unexpectedly.

It felt like an eternity before she finally felt the wind pick up, forcing her to look up from Dwalin's back.

She had to shut her eyes against the wind as they moved farther down towards, what she hoped, was solid ground for her to stand on. It whipped against her face, biting against her skin before she finally smashed her face against Dwalin's again.

"I hope this won't become a habit, lassie." Dwalin grumbled out, peering over his shoulder at her as she attempted to will her mind anywhere else. Anywhere but the heights.

"Shut up, Dwalin." Emelia snapped, sending a very dark look his way.

It wasn't long before Emelia finally felt the bird they were on slow down long enough for Dwalin to pull them both off, holding her to him as he hopped to the ground in a much more graceful motion that Emelia would have expected out of him. Her chest twinged painfully as they collided with the ground. Dwalin deposited onto her unsteady feet, patting her shoulder roughly, before sprinting over to the other side of the small plateau type outcropping they found themselves on.

Her legs shook, despite her best efforts, making her stumble slightly.

"Thorin!"

She looked around at the panic in the voice, placing a shaking hand on her chest. It no longer bled, yielding instead to a sharp stinging pain that traveled much farther than the parameters of the cut. She felt the dried blood flaking off, like gruesome pant, sticking to her fingers as she attempted, rather foolishly, to press away the horrible stinging pain. She faced way from the dwarves, ears listening to them as they fretted over their fallen leader, taking the sounds of relief when he sat up in his volition. It didn't surprise her that Thorin was fine. He was a stubborn bastard. Dying didn't seem like a thing he would let happen on someone else's terms. She finally turned to face them when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

All of the dwarves, with the notable exception of Thorin, looked far better than she did. They had cuts and bruises on their faces, and some of them were nursing what appeared to be sore limbs, but for the most part they appeared to be in relatively good spirits. Ori, the owner of the timid hand, smiled widely at her, pulling her over to where the rest of the company was looking.

She stumbled over, leaning heavily on Ori, before taking a spot between him and Fili.

"Our home."

Their home, which Emelia hadn't the foggiest what it looked like, appeared to be the tiny little blip in the distance. The very far distance.

It was pointy, as she expected a mountain to be, and almost impossible to see. All of the dwarves seemed to be in awe of it, despite her less than inspired feelings, moving closer towards the edge, large smiles on their dirty faces. They clasped each other on the shoulders, shaking and celebrating. She honestly couldn't really understand why they were so happy, but she didn't really understand dwarves so she didn't put too much stock in it.

Thorin was smiling, which up until that point she had thought he wasn't capable of, so she decided the blip in the distance was a good thing. A very good thing.

They stared for a moment longer before Oin, still using his ear trumpet despite its pathetic state, pulled Thorin over to the side to take a look at his wounds. Emelia couldn't help but smile at the colorful swear words that came out of Thorin as he protested, claiming he was fine through his obvious winces and grimaces. It did not fool Oin, or Gandalf for that matter, resulting in him sitting down heavily onto the grassy earth on top of the plateau.

"We will camp here for the night." Gandalf said, much to the relief of all of the dwarves. "Thanks to the hospitality of the Eagles."

Emelia would not have called the bloody pigeons who took delight in terrifying people eagles, but that was just her.

Some of the dwarves went out in search of food, others set to work trying to find wood for the fire, while others still curled up into themselves and immediately went to sleep. Gandalf, being Gandalf, had slipped away from them, leaving her in only the company of the dwarves and the little hobbit, who was snoozing comfortably by the warm fire.

Emelia couldn't help but stand there awkwardly as she watched the dwarves perform surprisingly domestic duties. It was odd to see them laughing with each other, when not long ago they were literally handing from a tree over a seemingly never ending chasm. They forgot so quickly, so much more quickly than she could. They seemed to forget the Goblin King and his manky nail, when all she could do was stand there and rub her hand over her chest blearily. She could feel the torn and dirty fabric of her shirt scrapping across it, catching on some of the more haggled skin.

She stood in her spot, eyes out of focus for far longer than she expected when she felt a light pair of her hands on her shoulders, making her jump so violently her chest twinged even more.

"I did not mean to scare you, Emmy."

Emelia rolled her eyes, turning around to face a laughing Kili. His hands remained on her shoulders as his eyes scanned her, pausing for what felt like an eternity on her chest. His hands moved from her shoulders, sliding down her arms before resting on her hands.

"Oin said he would look at you next."

Emelia did not miss the cheeky look Fili sent her and Kili as he led her across the now makeshift camp. He was sitting on his cloak, cleaning off his swords as he eyed the two of them walking slowly towards the rock Thorin was leaning against. It was Emelia could do not to pull her hand out of Kili's. She didn't like the look Fili was giving her. She didn't like the smirk that was now dominating his face. She didn't like the way he roguishly winked at Kili when he thought she wasn't looking. She dropped his hands, pulling both of hers up to her chest, feigning pain.

Thorin looked up at the two of them when they approached, peering around from behind Oin as he attempted to clear up the rest of his wounds.

He did not look angry, which made Emelia feel instantly better despite the fact that he was currently shirtless.

And appallingly hairy.

Emelia eyed him for a moment, before she felt Kili fumbling with the clasps on her cloak. He pulled it off in a smooth motion. He placed in on the ground next to Thorin, patting his uncle on the shoulder, completely ignoring the glare he received. He looked at his uncle for a moment before turning around and helping Emelia into a crossed legged position next to Thorin.

"Would you three like dinner?" Kili asked, eyes still on Thorin.

"Winner?"

Emelia had to fight the giggle from escaping her lips as both Kili and Thorin rolled their eyes at Oin.

"Yes." Emelia said, leaning back heavily into the rock. She imagined she would feel immensely better once she had some food in her stomach. "And some water."

Kili nodded once before turning on his heel and heading over to the fire that the rest of the company was either sleeping by or laughing by. Emelia watched him go, taking in the large brownish red stain on his blue hood. She felt her stomach squirm as she looked at it.

If she had any money, she would have bought him a new one.

"Well then Lassie." Oin interrupted her staring; pulling her back to the two surly dwarves she was with. "Let us take a look see. May I?" He indicated her shirt pointing with his now gloveless hand.

She nodded once, leaning back until she was pressed against the cool rock completely. She felt his fingers peeling back her soiled shirt just enough to examine the wound. The cool air snipped at it, making her cringe out in pain. She chanced a glance down, only to instantly regret it. The cut, while not bleeding, was not something she would have wanted to look at. The skin was puckered around it and an odd color that she would not have expected. The skin farther out from the cut was alarmingly pale and sickly looking, making her think that she probably should have done something to stop the bleeding sooner. Oin let out a low whistle as he moved his hands along the edges, pausing every so often. She did not like the look on his wrinkled face as he paused at the deepest part of the cut.

"Will it need to be sewn?" Thorin asked suddenly, alerting Emelia to his continuing presence. He looked much paler than she ever remembered seeing him.

"Hmm?" Oin looked up from her, readjusting his kneeling position.

"Her cut. Will it need sewing?"

Oin looked thoughtful for a moment. "I am afraid so. I will have to put a few herbs in to pull out the poison that was undoubtedly on his nails, but yes."

Thorin let out a heavy sigh, readjusting his position for a moment before he reached his hands down to grab a hold of his belt. Emelia eyed him for a moment, thoroughly alarmed before she saw him hand it to Oin.

"Is there any ale?" Thorin asked, ignoring Emelia as she looked back and forth between them, reminding him of a particularly terrified deer.

"I believe my brother keeps something a bit stronger on him."

"Gloin!" Gloin looked up from his post next to Nori and Dori, whipping a stray line of grease from his chin. He stood up immediately at seeing Thorin looking at him. "Bring your drink."

All of the dwarves looked over to the three huddled by the rock. Emelia felt their eyes on her, trailing down to her blood stained shirt. Fili and Kili immediately shot up from their spots, hurrying over before sitting down on her unoccupied side. She could see Ori conversing with his older brothers, shooting her pitying glances. Even Dwalin looked at her with a small amount of pity in his eyes. Balin followed after Fili and Kili, bring his heavy cloak with him.

"This will twinge a bit, Lass." Oin said, drawing her attention back over to him. He pressed something oozy and green into the length of her cut. She let out an involuntary hiss of pain as his thick fingers pressed the substance deeper in. He patted it with what she assumed was his attempt at gentle hands, before he turned away from her, reaching around in his large belt and coat. She felt her panic rising with each moment. They were talking about sewing her, without morphine, or anything remotely similar.

"I think I will be fine without…" She hissed even louder when Oin turned back around, patting even more oozy stuff into her skin.

"Emelia, that will kill you if it is left untreated."

She looked over to Thorin, seeing him slip his short over his wide chest. "I will be fine. I swear. I've always been told I'm sc…"

Thorin interrupted her pathetic attempt at squeaky with a severe look. "I will be the judge of that. Are you telling me, Emelia Montgomery, that you are brave enough to face a Goblin King, but not a small needle?"

"I didn't plan on the Goblin King. He was just an unhappy accident." Emelia managed to breathe out, keeping her gaze on Oin as he managed to fine a bit of string and a needle from seemingly nowhere. "I swear, this isn't necessary."

"You will die." Thorin deadpanned.

"Less trouble for you then." Emelia thought her heart was going to explode when she saw Oin stomping over to the fire, before sticking the tip of the needle into the dancing flames.

"You are far less trouble than I thought you would be." Thorin said, his voice sounding very strained. "I would not want, or intend, for you to perish."

"Is that your form of an apology?" Emelia asked, looking around at him, balancing herself on shaking arms. "Because it sucked."

"Emelia." Thorin, shook his head, placing his large hands on his forehead. She knew that look well enough to know when she was causing someone unwelcome stress.

"It will not take long, Emmy." Fili interjected, patting her trembling shoulder.

"There has to be another way." Emelia said, attempted to push herself back from Oin as he made his way back to them. "Clever bandaging, maybe, psychic healing, something."

Oin bent down in front of her, handing the needle to Thorin, before he carefully cleaned out the green goop. He threw it to the ground in a mushy, bloody, clump, before he turned back to look at her. He eyed her for a moment, finally setting down his hear trumpet. He reached his hand over to Gloin, snapping his fingers, as Gloin rummaged around, producing an ornate looking flask. Oin opened it, taking a small swing for himself, before he poured it over her wound, causing her to cry out at the unexpected pain. He had the decency to look apologetic before he reached for the belt.

"You will want to bite on this." He said, indicating for her to open her mouth. "You will also need to lean back."

She glanced around for a moment, already biting down on Thorin's belt out of sheer panic and anticipation, before she settled on supporting herself on her arms on the side of the rock. She sat there briefly before a pair of hands lifted her up just long enough for someone to slide in behind her, pressing her against a very hard plated chest.

"You can hit me for this later."

If she hadn't been shaking so much she would have smiled up at Kili.

"It will be over before you know it, Emelia." Gloin sounded gruff as he took a seat on the ground, offering her a very Gloin-ish smile. She nodded blearily, her entire body shaking like a leaf, as she eyed the needle Oin was pointing at the far side of her gash.

She was more than thankful for the belt when the needle stuck through her skin for the first time. It was like getting a shot on steroids. Oin leaned over her as she pressed herself back into Kili, tears involuntarily sliding down her cheeks as she cried into the belt. She felt his hands pressing soothing circles into her stomach and arm. She screamed more than once, attempting to flee more than she would like to admit as he continued sewing with a very practiced hand.

She lost awareness of Kili's hands on her first, followed by the pain in her teeth from clenching them so tightly. She then lost awareness of the cold air, shortly before she saw nothing but Oin pursing his lips as he worked over her.

She probably would have picked someone besides Oin, but beggars couldn't be choosers when passing out for what felt like the hundredth time in her journey with the dwarves.

"Son of a bitch!"

The first sign that she wasn't sleeping and dreaming still was the loud laugh from the opposite side of the now ember filled fire. She sat up from her spot next to it: a spot that she didn't remember moving to. Her now sutured wound stung horribly as she looked over at Kili. He was sitting closer to the edge than she would have liked, eyeing her as she moved blearily and grandmother-like over to him. Her chest, which had been bandaged up all the way across her breasts was smarting horribly. She did not even want to imagine who, or how, the bandages as made it all the way across her chest.

"God, this hurts so bad."

Kili shifted slightly, allowing her to sit down next to him on his laid out cloak. He was the only dwarf awake, resulting in a pleasant symphony of snores around them as she lumbered down to the ground, letting out loud unladylike groans.

"Why are you awake?" She asked, curling her legs up underneath her.

He looked over at her for a moment, taking in her tired expression and pale face. Her hands involuntarily went up to her chest, fingers running smoothly over the line where he knew a scare would form. She flinched slightly, removing her hands before she looked at him full on. Her hair was rather messy from her impromptu and unplanned sleep, sticking to her face in odd places and patterns. Her shirt, which she had been forced to keep wearing, sat awkwardly on her, sticking to the bandage in odd places.

"I am on watch."

"Would you like some company?" She asked, smiling slightly at him. "I still need to hit you from earlier."

"If that is the only reason…" Kili trailed off, smiling at her in the dim moonlight. She shoved him playfully, letting out a regretful groan of pain, before she fixed her tired gaze on the lone peak ahead of them above them.

"Is that Erebor?" She pointed to the lone peak.

"Yes."

"It is smaller than I imagined."

He let out a small laugh, giving her an appreciative look.

She eyed it for a moment, lips pursed in thought. She placed her hands together in her lap, rubbing them together, seemingly to weigh her options before she finally spoke in a timid voice, moving her gaze to the large moon.

"It is dark for half of the year where I am from with the moon being the most predominant thing in the sky."

Kili looked over at her, surprised she was spontaneously sharing so much.

"It is rather nice, I suppose. It makes you appreciate the sunshine more that way. My mother," Emelia ran her fingers over the fabric on her pants, smoothing circles into them. "Used to like to set off sparklers and say the sun was always there, even though we couldn't see it. I was only a child, of course, but I still liked to think about that when I was older."

Kili knew better than to speak to her as she kept her gaze on the moon.

"The stars were beautiful during that time, so it never really made the sad."

"Do they look like these stars?"

Emelia looked at the inky blackness, trying to find a constellation that she knew. She struggled to Orion's Belt hidden amongst all the unknown stars.

"No." She sounded horribly depressed.

He would probably regret it later, but he still reached out his hand to hers all the same. He grasped her little one, pulling it into his lap as she continued to star at the night sky. He felt her hand convulse around his own, squeezing it tighter as she attempted to find comfort in it.

"Are they better?"

"They were familiar. Not better. It is hard for a star to be ugly."

"Do you miss them?" Kili almost instantly regretted asking her when he felt her hand convulse and clench his even tighter. She was silent for much longer than he would have liked.

"It hurts how much I miss them."

"I am sorry."

She turned to look at him. His hair was unkempt in the night wind, making him look much younger. He had removed his outer layer of clothes, leaving just his shirt and pants on. They were sitting on his cloak, keeping their legs warm from the cold stone underneath.

"It is not so bad." She scooted herself closer to him, offering him a genuine smile. "I find I actually like you guys," She paused again, allowing a timid blush onto her pale face. "And I am hoping the feeling is returned. Just a little bit."

"You are not so bad." He pulled her even closer, placing her against his chest. "Even with your pension for breaking noses and causing general mayhem."

"It's charming."

"I suppose you could view it as such."

Emelia let out a small noise of protest, attempting to move back from him, only to have him hold her to his chest. He felt her hair fluttering over his skin on his neck as he watched her looking at the moon. She would occasionally itch at her stitches, but other than that, she choose to remain silent for the rest of the night, allowing herself to mull over the numerous thoughts and feelings he was positive she was thinking about and feeling.

"I do believe that is enough story for tonight Miss Wenny."

Wenny looked up from her bed, eyes blearily pleading with Gimli. The dwarf in question chuckled as the little elf yawned widely, attempting to cover it up with her small hand. She made an attempt to untangle herself form her numerous blankets, moving towards where Gimli was seated in his chair by her bed.

"You cannot be done." She whined, finally managing to get herself out of her bed. She moved across the stone floor, little feet padding lightly. "They are just starting to act as if they care about each other."

She reached her hands up, grabbing a hold of Gimli's arm in an attempt to get him to continue.

"You must go to sleep." Gimli let out a boom like laugh at the look on her face. "Your mother and father are already letting you stay up well past your bedtime enough as it is, lassie."

"But…"

"The story will still be there when you wake up."

"I want to know what happens."

"You will. Tomorrow." Gimli reached down, pulling the little elleth up into his tired arms. She protested weakly as he deposited her on the bed. "When there is food."

"You promise you will keep telling me." Wenny asked, digging herself into her covers.

"Oh my dear Wenny, there is so much story left to be told." Gimli said smiling as he moved towards the door. "We have barely even scratched the surface. Do not fear."

So I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this will be the last chapter until the new movie comes out. I was planning on continuing, but when I saw the production blogs form the new movie they hinted at plot points I would hate to skip over. I honestly do not think I could do it justice, and I would hate to disappoint you. I am terribly sorry. :(

If you would like (and I would like) you could read my Harry Potter story on my profile. Reviews would really help.

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