Blood Bonds
By Tygerlilee
Chapter Twenty-Six
Aftermath
Disclaimer: It's ain't mineI don't have the energy to think of anything more creative.
Heero woke up with one thought on his mind. He was going to the bathroom to wash this disgusting taste out of his mouth.
The bathroom was completely empty and he didn't hear any voices from the halls. It was a school daythat's right
Heero went back to his room to see that other bunk bed--empty as usual. Huy was still in the hospital.
A green tee-shirt, grungy jeansworn running shoesHeero slumped out of the room, not sure where he was going or what he was going to do. He was just walking to be any place but theretrapped in his mind.
He remembered being taken to the police station, files, questionsbut he felt numb to it all. He had illegal weapons on him, killed five menthat was the norm for life last year. It was actually more normal for him to live like that then it was when he went to school, had friendsbut surely he would be expelled now, not that it really mattered.
He kicked up a rock and dribbled it down the sidewalk sluggishly. He didn't know how long he had been walking, just that the hospital was suddenly in front of him. Looking up at the many, many stories rising above him, Heero felt very small and insignificant. Why was he here?
Pushing open the front door, Heero felt a burst of air-conditioned oxygen blast him in the face.
"What room is Huy Iwasato in?" he asked the nurse at the front desk.
She looked down at him and said shortly, "Only family are allowed up there."
"He is family," Ryuzou's voice said gruffly behind Heero. "Third floor, second hall, 32." Then he left.
Heero walked to the back stairs. He didn't feel like taking the elevatorhe wanted time to think. Think what?
It didn't take long for him to reach Huy's room. Two guards were napping in the plastic chairs on the sides of the hallway and, surprisingly, the media was not swarming the area. Maybe the police had managed to keep it quiet, but he didn't understand how they could havethey had so many informants, but it wasn't as if he would know anywayhe never read the papers unless he got on-line. He knocked and the door slid open; it hadn't been shut tightly by the last person who was there.
Huy was lying on his back, leg in a cast and a large brace around his rib cage. He was awake with a book in his hand, making notes on a legal pad. He looked a little thinner and scratches and bruises riddled his arms, neck, and face, but other than that, he looked perfectly normal.
He glanced up and smiled brightly as Heero walked in and took the chair in the corner. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
Huy smiled still more brightly. "So, I guess you're okay!"
Heero snorted. Then he looked at the floor, memorizing the speckled pattern of browns and greens.
They sat in silence. Huy seemed perfectly content with this--just elated that Heero had come to visit him.
Finally Heero whispered almost inaudibly, "Sorry"
"For what?" Huy asked lightly.
"This is all my fault. If I had never come here, if I could just stay away from peopleno one would ever get hurt"
"Nonsense!" Huy said gleefully. "I would never be passing any of my classes if you hadn't come around. Besides, I would still look like you even if you were on the other side of the moon. It's always dangerous to look like you. And now I'm okay."
"You don't understand"
"I most certainly do! You are a soldier with skills most of us mere mortals could only dream of and everyone wants you," Huy chattered nonchalantly and sarcastically.
Heero shook his head. "But they meant to get me. You would never have been hurt if"
"Oh shut up," Huy grinned. "Help me with this dumb essay, would ya? I can't for the life of me figure out what the tone of this prose selection is."
Heero looked at Huy, very confused at his happy manner. "You have been beaten, starved, deprived of all human necessities, and witnessed a murder. How can you be so happy? How can you possibly pretend that nothing has happened?"
"I'm not pretending that nothing has happened, but I am accepting who my best friend was and what happened."
"I'm not your best friend, Huy. A friend wouldn't have allowed all that to happen to you. And that is is', not was'. I'm still a killer."
"It wasn't your fault! They started the group, they built the Gundam, they searched you out, they found you, and they captured who they thought was you. It was an easy mistake for them to think I was you and you were me. Heaven only knows how many have done it before! Don't worry about it. Now help me, pleaseI want to keep my A."
Heero wasn't sure what to think after he left Huy. After all the pain and suffering he had seen and been through, Heero was a recluse afraid to befriend anyone. Huy, on the other hand, was just as happy as always. Heero couldn't understand why or how any of this was happening. Was he just a weak person
A car stopped beside the sidewalk where he was plodding along. The window rolled down and Ai smiled cheerfully at him. "Want a ride?"
Heero averted his gaze from her, pretending to look at the park on his right. Children were swinging high, almost touching the leaves of the trees. Parents were chatting peacefully on the benches. "No. I'm fine walking. It isn't that far."
Ai began to try and tempt him into the car when Ryuzou's rough voice barked, "Get in the darn car, Heero, and quit trying to avoid us. We want to talk to you."
"Ryuzou, be nice"
"I am being nice, and I want that kid to get his butt into the back seat of this car, now!"
Heero shook his head and climbed in. He had always felt that Ryuzou wasn't a man you messed around with, and he wasn't in the mood to be defied it seemed. Heero wouldn't put it past Ryuzou to chase him down and drag him by his ears back to the vehicle. Of course Heero could always out-run the older manbut he didn't have the energy.
They took off, to where--Heero had no idea. He continued to avoid their eyes, examining all of his surroundings.
"Heero," Ryuzou began, "you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. It was self-defense–for both you and Huy. What's more, they were not innocents."
There was more silence, so Ai began. It seemed that they had rehearsed this. "Doll, things like this happen all the time, and for no good reason any of us can see. You just have to learn how to accept it and forgive yourself. You had no choice so you should forgive"
"You misunderstand me," Heero interrupted her abruptly. "I've killed as far back as I can remember. I know that they were not innocent, and I have no problem with killing them. It's the fact that I don't care that bothers me. And how can Huy be hurt so much and be so unaffected while I becomewhat I am," he finished lamely.
The husband and wife exchanged nervous glances. That was not what they expected to hear. But the silence was short, and Ai resumed the discussion. "Heero honey, you have to remember that Huy was raised with a family, secure and safe for the most part. Also, he was only exposed to that for five days. You, I dare say, have never known a family, never been shown any love of any kind. And you have suffered your whole life. You don't know anything but pain and suffering. That is one of the things that has us so worried about you. You don't give yourself enough credit for your strength. Most people could never suffer as you have and still be sane."
"How can you know what I've been through?" he mumbled bitterly. His eyes were stinging annoyingly
"The publicly released profile said that you were trained to be an assassin and to pilot MS suits by a Dr. J. You do know that Toshi served in the war?" Ryuzou glanced back to see Heero nod. "Well, the poor kid could hardly even speak for monthsjust stare off into space, frightened of his own shadows. But we've got him back to normal. You lead a rebellion along with four other fifteen year-olds. That is absolutely incredible--and inconceivable. Do you have any idea how few people could do that? And to keep doing it, believing in the cause so firmly. You were captured, beaten, and downtrodden for years. Heero, I don't think you realize how much respect the world and colonies have for you and your comrades. How could you not be affected? Every person is born with certain innate instincts and personality traits, then they are molded and matured by experience. And this is what makes a person, what makes you. What you have experienced has made you into who you are, but it does not dictate your life. From this point on, you are still who you are, but you can do with yourself as you like. Don't run away from us, or from yourself."
The car stopped in front of Heero's dorm building. He realized that Ryuzou had driven up and down the streets to give them time to talk before they got back. Heero looked up at the building and then toward the distant skyscrapers in the business sections, then to where the shuttle port would be if he could see it.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere," Heero said softly, and then he got out of the car and walked to the door.
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Huy sat staring at his literature book, but wasn't really seeing it. He closed his eyes and let everything seep inthere was a dull throbbing in his leg and ribspulsing and aching and spreading through out his body. Worried about Heero and behind in his classes, Huy was stressed and tired. Annoying reporters had already barged into his room several times begging for an interview. Luckily the guards our front had woken up long enough to drag the reporters away. They were doing a good job of keeping the entire situation quiet, but silent was impossible.
There was a wrap at the door, and Huy grit his teethnot another one. But, unlike the other incidents, the person on the other side did not walk in unannounced. "Come in?" he half asked.
The grayed police chief walked in with Detective Helmer behind him. "May we have a seat, Huy?"
"Yah" he said nervously. He quickly folded up his homework and stacked it all neatly to the side of his bed. He watched the two pull up chairs from the corners of the room and sit on the left side of his bed. Helmer's eyes were hard, but the Chief fidgeted and avoided eye contact.
The Chief cleared his throat and began. "Huy, we, uh, we need to have an account, your account, of what has happened. We realize that this may be difficult for you, but, it's for our records and so that we can convict them. Obviously they would never stand a chance in court, but we need the information."
Huy nodded. "I understand. But my parents said that the Preventors were in charge of the case now.why are you" he trailed off.
"The case is rather extensive. The criminals, being terrorists and involved with several other people, are in their jurisdiction. But you and kidnapping are both in ours. Major Po and Lieutenant Chang are investigating the group, they seem to think that the men involved are not the entire organizationand a senator may even be involved. We are just concerned with getting our colony back in order, making sure you are okay, and that your abductors are punished," Helmer explained clearly.
"That makes sense," Huy said softly. He looked down at his bruised knuckles that were lying limply on his blanket. "We went to a bar that night, snuck in underaged, and Heero left us suddenly. I didn't know what was wrong, so I went after him. He had gone out the back alley door, but when I got there, I didn't see him anywhere. That's when this blond guy came up and started talking to me. I just tried to get out of there as fast as I could, but when I tried to leave, someone hit me on the head from behind. I woke up bound in a dark room. They would beat me periodically and asked me questions, try to convince me to join their cause. But I had no idea what they were talking about"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but what exactly were they trying to convince you to do?" Helmer asked.
"They wanted me to pilot a new MS that they had built, some type of Gundam, I believe. They said that I, being a soldier, probably felt useless, like I was leading a pointless life, and this would give me motivation and drive to live. But nothing made any sense to me. Why did they want me–I had never piloted an MS before. But then they called me Heero Yuy, I knew that they just got the wrong guy. Heero had always been really quiet about his past and once I ran into an old friend of his who said that he was a war veteran and that answered a lot of questions for me about Heero. But then I just had to figure out if I should tell them I was Huy Iwasato and not Heero Yuy or if I should pretend."
"This old acquaintance of Heero'swho was he? One of the other Gundam Pilots?" Helmer inserted another question.
"His name was Donny, and I don't think so. He and Heero never actually fought together, they just were friends, had met up on the colony Heero used to live on, went to school together, stuff like that.
"Anyway, they mentioned some other stuff, which made me realize that Heero was Gundam Pilot Zero One, and I decided to go along with it, decided it was the safest thing to do. And I just kept saying no, I didn't want to fight. I figured it was true enough for Heero. Then Heero snuck in and helped me out. Now I'm here." Huy finished and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm okay, he's okay, and the bad guys are locked up."
"Details, we need details of what exactly Heero did," the chief prompted.
Huy looked at the man nervously. "Well, I didn't see most of what he did, butat first, he half dragged me down the hall, couldn't walk with this ankle and all. We ran into a bunch of guys and he fought them all off. A couple were killed in crossfirehe fought with the blond that I talked about andbeat him" he trailed off, feeling his stomach churn at the memory, Heero's knife swiping downward, also reluctant to get Heero in trouble because of murder
"That boy fought all of those men himself? You honestly expect us to believe that? Didn't he have any of the other Gundam Pilots to come and help?" the chief asked incredulously.
"I don't think so. He fought those guys off, then hid me in an air vent. Then he came back later–at least he must have. I passed out in the vent after a whileI was tired and weak, and the air was still and dry." Huy shrugged, hoping that they wouldn't pursue the deaths.
The chief sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "There were five dead bodies found. Did you see those men die, Huy?" he asked directly.
Huy looked around nervously. "Well"
"Huy," Helmer began, "you and Heero won't get in trouble for those deaths. It was self-defense. No one can argue that. Did Heero kill them all? I mean, besides the ones killed in cross-fire?"
"You're sure? I mean about Heero in trouble and all?"
"Positive. Did he, and if so, how?"
Huy stuttered at first, but then his words began to flow out. It felt good to tell them the truth, he despised lying and deceiving half-truths. Therapy? He supposed that it was a type of itnot the most likely and sympathetic of audiences, but still, it was out in the open. But it was funny to see the look of absolute shock and horror on the chief's face as Huy told him about Heero and what he had done. Heero was an impressive boy, amazing talents and the closed-minded man evidently couldn't begin to fathom how such a boy could be. He looked a lot like a fish out of waterthe whole "ohm-omming" of an empty mouth, grasping and swallowing the air
"It's been nice speaking with you Huy," the detective said, shaking his hand, while the chief nodded stiffly. HeheHeero would probably enjoy hearing about the man's reactionbut then again, maybe not. He didn't seem too proud of his past
"I'm glad I was able to answer your questions." And they were gone. And Huy was alone with his schoolwork once more.
Huy braced himself for returning to school. After the swarm of reporters that had finally found him at the hospital, he was worried. His parents were driving him back to his dorm now. He swung his legs out of the car and his father brought him his crutches, helping him up. The three walked slowly in the building and up to the dorm. Huy's hand shook violently as he inserted the key and popped open the door.
His bed was made and all his clothes were washed and neatly hung up in his closet and his shoes were in neat rows. The papers on his desk were sorted by subject into neat stacks, and the pens and pencils were piled in a corner. "Thanks Mom," Huy said slightly sarcastically.
But Ai understood and held her son to her carefully, very conscious of his broken ribs. "When will Heero be in?" Ryuzou asked.
"Probably around three. Unless he goes to the library to study, but if I know him, he'll hide in here to avoid attention."
"I wish he wouldn't be so misanthropic and standoffish," Ai said sadly. "I wish" her voice weakened and trailed off.
"Do you think he knows, Mom?"
Ai shook her head softly.
"Can't I tell him?"
"I don't think that would be the wisest thing, Huy, though well intentioned. Heero is lost enough as it is. He needs to work out some problems on his own before we go telling him where he came from," Ryuzou explained softly.
"But wouldn't it help him if he knew that he did have a family once"
"Who counted him lost and abandoned him at a shuttle port during a political uprising?" Ryuzou finished for Huy harshly.
"We couldn't do anything, you know that Ryuzou. We looked and we kept looking afterwards. There was nothing we could do," Ai said sadly.
"And now he's"
"A strong, handsome young man well on his way to recovery. He will work it out himself, and when he does, he will come to us. We must be patient and give him time," Ai said firmly.
Huy started for a minute and Ai and Ryuzou helped him to Heero's bed. Ai felt his forehead for unnatural heat. "I'm fine Mom. Just a little weak. I need some rest."
She smiled tenderly at her child and took the crutches away, helping him with his shoes and pushing him onto his bed. "We'll be up with some food later tonight, okay?"
Huy nodded, then grinned.
"What's so funny?" his father asked.
"I was just thinking about how I'm going to get up to my bunk from now on."
"Heero switched beds with you. When I came in to clean up, he had already striped the beds of their sheets and was switching them," Ai said.
Huy grinned. "That's what people don't get about Heero."
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After Heero's last class, he could feel all eyes on him as usual. He despised it, but it was unavoidable. News had spread like wildfire that Heero was one of the famed Gundam Pilots and for a few days, girls were batting their eyes at him and guys avoided him. But then the newspaper spilled the story of how Heero had found the terrorists hide-out by himself, snuk in, got Huy, killed five men, and walked out into the waiting arms of the government. Now everyone as slinking away from him, half-frightened and half-revering. Heero didn't know which reaction was worse–he loathed both.
He decided to by pass the library and study quietly in his dorm. Forget the world, and get his gradesthat's what he would concentrate on.
The first things Heero noticed when he entered the dorm were the crutches lying along the side of the bottom bunk, right before he heard the obnoxious but familiar snoring.
Heero smiled, he couldn't help it. Huy was back.
He flung his bag onto the top bunk and clambered up like a monkey to the mattress. Calculuswhere was his homeworkhis bed thumped upward so forcefully that he fell sideways and rammed into the wall.
Heero flung himself halfway over the side to glare at Huy, who was now wide-awake and grinning like a cherub. "How was school?"
"Fine"
Then they both started laughing.
"Outta the way!! Cripple com'in' through!!" Neas yelled evilly through the halls as he walked in front of Huy.
Heero walked beside his friend, as a safety in case he fell over. He had offered to carry Huy's books, but Huy was too independent for that. "If you can go months on end without eating, then I can carry my own backpack, thank you very much," he had said stubbornly.
Kumen and Jimbo seemed to be very much revived by Huy's return to school and were laughing happily.
Everyone was patting Huy on the back and welcoming him back, but he seemed very exhausted by it all and slept soundly at night–noisily, but soundly. Teachers were continually asking him if he was okay, but he would grin and say that sure, he was okay. Wait a second, while he popped his rib back into place'
Most people thought he was being morbid, but Heero understood. Huy liked to say that that was all that mattered–buddies stick together.
That night they were going down to the shuttleport to see Ai and Ryuzou off–trailed by two dozen reporters. Ryuzou had to get back to work, and Toshi said over the vidphone that Yachi was driving him up the wall with her fake makeup and mini-microphoneshe was a bit tone deaf.
Obnoxious reporters followed them to the gait, but luckily, the guards wouldn't let them through the metal-detectors, but for some reason they were really nice and let Heero and Huy go with Ryuzou and Ai to their gate.
As they walked down the long hallways, Heero kept his eyes on the floor, out the windows, anywhere but the two people who had become like his own parents. He would miss themvery much.
Heero stood awkwardly off to the side as Ai listed all the things that Huy should remember to do and what not to do. Ryuzou rolled his eyes obviously off to the side. When Ai was finally finished, she crushed Huy to her, making him yelp loudly in pain and then she spent the next five minutes apologizing.
Then she lunged at Heero. "You didn't think that you would be getting away without a hug goodbye, did you," she said laughing when he jumped, startled. But it was Ai's turn to jump when he hugged her back.
He was going to miss Huy's parents, but he had to remember that they were Huy's parents, not his and never would be.
As the shuttle took off, Huy noticed a lone tear work its path down Heero's cheek, but he pretended not to notice. His Mom had said that Heero would come around, and he wasn't going to push it.
Then the twins walked back to the school car where the school nurse was yelling at them to hurry up, and Huy yelled back that he had a broken leg, chill out, and the reports made notes
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The doctors said that it would take be a couple months for Huy's leg to heal because it was such a bad break, but his rib brace came off within three weeks.
Obviously Huy was benched for the rest of basketball season, something which Huy felt was a fate worse than death. He was cursing the coach day in and day out, but Heero was used to Huy's rantings.
Culver eventually crawled his way back into the group, but not without severe ridicule and bickering. It happened one day when they were all in Heero and Huy's dorm playing cards. He had meekly asked if he could join in. Neas had glared at him, and Jimbo and Kumen looked uncomfortable. Heero quietly watched as Huy grinned impishly and patted a patch of carpet beside him. And he was back.
Later he approached Heero when he was walking to the public library alone. "Hey, Heero! Wait up!" Culver yelled down the street.
Heero paused and waited for the English boy to catch up with him. "What do you want?"
Culver stood in front of Heero and said a bit sheepishly, "I just wanted to apologize for my behavior."
Heero couldn't have been more shocked than if Trieze came waltzing down the street holding Mariemeia's hand and swinging her off the ground singing skip-to-loo'. "Why?" What' might have been a more appropriate question, but that wasn't what came out.
Culver took his gloves out of his pockets and pulled them through and through his hands, looking uncomfortable–a nervous idiosyncrasy. "I just felt likeI just didn't understand, and I still don'tOH I DON'T KNOW!!" he yelled suddenly casting aside his attempt to impersonate royalty. "I'm just sorry, okay."
Heero shrugged and turned to walk on to the library, leaving Culver shocked behind him. Then he jumped out of his state and jumped after Heero. "What do you do at the library all night, anyway?"
"Study."
"You can't spend every breathing living waking moment studying though. That's inhuman!"
Heero gave a look that seemed to say who do you think you're talk'in to, mister' and it made Culver laugh. From that point on, they were friends.
The strange thing about the whole situation was that the papers said it was just another little terrorist group causing problems. What bothered Heero was that he knew Morris was still at large–he had seen him on TV as a convention. That meant that he might try again, and Relena was in danger. So Heero sent a long e-mail to Lady Une with what information he had about the entire affair. Then he watched the news like a hawk
"Hey, Huy!! You hav'in fun on the lines?" Neas yelled over to the side of the chain-linked fence.
"Oh shuttup, you stupid Arab!!" he retorted.
"Whatever yella'-boy," he yelled back good-naturedly as he stole the ball from Culver for the millionth time that day.
"Hey!!"
"What, you have a problem with me stealing?" Neas challenged, failing to notice Heero coming up behind him to take the ball.
Before Neas even realized what had happened, Heero had scored for he and Culver. They were playing two on two, Heero and Culver versus Jimbo and Neas. Kumen was referee' and keeping the immobile Huy company.
"Hey superstar!! What's up!!" a very familiar voice yelled across the court.
Heero stopped in his tracks and stared dumbly at the braided, grinning American. "Duohow did you find me here?" he asked, gaping through the fence at Duo Maxwell.
"Whadda' ya mean? You e-mailed me!"
"A month ago, but that had nothing to do with where I was."
"Well, I called Wufei, figured the Super-Over-Stuffed-Preventor would know where you were," Duo explained without missing a beat. Then he vaulted the fence easily, causing everyone to gawk, and strode over to Heero, chattering the entire way.
"UmHeero, you want to introduce your friend to us?" Neas asked.
"Duo Maxwell. Neas Abish, Culver McNeal, Kumen Basish, Jimbo Brightman, Huy Iwasato. What do you want Duo?" Heero rattled off quickly.
"To see my best friend in the whole wide world!"
Heero said very clearly, "Riiiight"
"Hey, you sick or sum'thin man?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"You're talking, not only that but you're being civil and almost sociable. Kinda scary."
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"So did you get that whole mess figured out?" Duo asked, rubbing his hands together. Heero motioned to Huy. "Awe poop. I was hoping the God of Death might actually get some action!"
"The what?" Culver asked.
"Duo's not quite right in the head. He seems to think that he's Hades," Heero explained.
"I amif only I still had Deathscythebut I like peace better. Oh, and Hilde's great in case you were wondering."
"What's a deathscythe'?" Kumen wondered out loud.
"My gundamanyway, you wouldn't believe"
"YOUR GUNDAM!!" the five boys screeched shrilly.
"You're a gundam pilot too!" Jimbo said in awe.
Duo grinned, very pleased to have such a reaction. "Oh yes. I was the best pilot of them all!" then he caught Heero's look. "Erexcept suicide boy here," he said as he motioned to Heero.
"So that isn't a recent development then" Huy grinned evilly. He had propped himself up on his crutches and was joining the conversation.
"Nah. Heero was jumping out of skyscrapers, refusing to let out his parachute, and then setting his own broken bones from the very beginning."
All eyes were on Heero. "But I wasn't the one who shrieked when I got shot at."
"Hey!! Do you have any idea how scary Wing was!! GAH!!"
The other five boys had glazed confused looks on their faces as Heero and Duo continued to exchange insults until Duo declared that he was playing on Neas' team and Kumen could play on Heero's. Heero rolled his eyes and muttered typical Duo.
Then they picked up the game, which ended in a one on one all out battle between Duo and Heero, with the others gaping open-mouthed at their speed and agility.
Huy decided very intelligently that though Duo was another of the Gundam Pilots, he was obviously very different from both Heero and Wufei. He actually acted like a human!
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A/N Don't worry, this ain't the end of braid-boy or the story...
[beams largely] YOU LIKED IT!! YOU REALLY LIKED IT!!! [goes off and sings happily in a corner while people whisper don't worry about hershe's a little touched in the head'] YEA!!! I'm happy in case you didn't notice
I know this chapter is a little anti-climatic from the last one, but I'm just setting the stage for some stuff to happen. It will pick up againsort of ^_~ [I'm eviljust to warn you]
Sorry for taking so longI have three friggin' AP tests coming up soon and I've been studying for them. Also, the manager at work is on vacation, so guess who's working a buttload of days!!! No excuse, I knowit's Norse-Boy's fault!!! ALL HIS FAULT!! I SWEAR!! [ooooookayyou can tell I've been living off of caffeine for a while now]
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