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A/n: This chapter took awhile to come up with, I have been really busy, and a lot of shit happened these last couple weeks that caused my inability to write. I've probably lost most of my reviewers now...(
Life really sucks write now, so if that shows up in my writing, please forgive me!
Mushi-azn: I'm glad you like her character!
Seth: I appreciate you putting me on you favorites list, and I'm glad the block schedule isn't confusing. I understand what you mean about lunch. Thanx for reviewing and keep it up!
NaughtySaiyan23: LOL I'm sorry you don't like cliffhangers, but that's just the way it goes. I need to keep people wondering or they'll just stop reading.
foxylady: I will finish the story. I don't know exactly where it's going to go, and I'm a little short on ideas, but I will finish it. Any ideas are appreciated, even if I don't use all of them!
Avarwilya-Queen of Mirkwood: Thank you!
not sure yet: Thanx!
Vegeta-is-Forgotten: I will!
mentally challenged: It's all right. I looked back and realized that she was too much like Bulma too. I had a friend of mine read through it and she gave me even more ideas. If I screw it up again plz tell me! All comments are appreciated. I'm glad you pointed this out to me. Abby will be more preppy-ish, and a lot less punk/Bulma-ish or whatever you want to consider her!
Nicka: Thank you! I decided on the Calculus Book of Doom and Destruction because Kaka-brat #1 had to have gotten his brains from somewhere, and we all know that they sure as hell didn't come from Kakarrot! Doom and Destruction came from my other story, its an idea that comes in later, for all those who are reading this and have no idea what I'm talking about. And Chi-Chi couldn't hit a semi-normal Kakarrot over the head with a frying pan. It could possibly damage his brain even more! Abby is the symbol of all of the prep/sluts at my skool. Most of them are like that. I didn't mention what kind of bike she has. I'm too lazy to think of one, so I'm gunna say she designed the whole thing herself. I suppose I'll eventually figure out a name for it, but not right now! ^_^
Clawed Kitten: Thank you!
Angel of Foof: Thanks! Sorry I haven't reviewed your story lately, my Internet has been fucked up and I was too busy to go on when it was working! I did read it, but then my computer would let me post a review! I'm SOOOO sorry!
Lucy: Thanx!
TigerWolf: LOL! Nice and perfect, I guess I never thought of it that way, but sure! ^_^
Stardome: I will!
Raven: Well that's all of them! If I missed you, I'm sooooo sorry!
Meliah: Bullshit
Raven: It's not bullshit, it's just a lie! Saiyans don't apologize to anyone!
Meliah: So true... ~Bulma's Thoughts~
::Vegeta's Thoughts::
The Greatest Fantasy
Never Again
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Last Time on The Greatest Fantasy...
"Vegeta, maybe we should sit down," Bulma considered. "This story might get kinda long..."
He relaxed slightly, and replied, "Alright, Woman. Now get on with it. What was wrong with your supposedly perfect life?"
"I guess," she confessed, "I was living in a fantasy..."
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After her declaration Bulma sat quietly in her chair. It appeared that she was off in her own world, thinking about something that had happened.
Confusion crossed Vegeta's face, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?
She shook her head as his voice brought her back to the land of the living. "Never mind. It really doesn't matter anymore. Talking about the past does not make it go away. It just brings back old memories of things you'd rather forget," she commented.
This angered Vegeta, "Woman! You will tell me what the hell you're talking about!"
Bulma chewed on her bottom lip in deep thought; her eyes darted up to Vegeta and she said, "You wanna know? Fine. I'll tell you. You just have to promise not to kill anyone. Promise?"
He let out a low grunt in response.
"Was that a yes grunt or a no grunt?" If looks could kill Bulma would have been have been halfway to hell from the look that he gave her. "Guess, I'll take that as a yes grunt," Bulma sat down on the chair across from him and looked at him. "This is what happened."
Vegeta nodded his head to show that he was listening.
"Any way, this girl's name was Ally. Yes, I know, very close to Abby. Like I said, she took me to a whole bunch of parties, and at one of them, I met a guy. Yamcha. He seemed really sweet at first. We met at a party every weekend for about a month, and one night he asked me out. I figured, hey, he's a nice guy, and he's popular, nothing could go wrong. So I said yes. We dated for almost three months; I took brought him over to meet my parents and we went everywhere together. For all I knew, things were going great. Then one night, when we were supposed to go out, he never showed up. I called his house, and his mom said he had left for his girlfriend's house about an hour before. So I waited, and I was so hell-bent on making things fit, that I made excuses for him in my mind. I waited all night for him to show up, and he never did. The next morning, I drove over to his house, hoping we could talk. His mom led me up to his room, and he answered the door when I knocked. He looked really out of it, and I thought maybe he didn't get much sleep...
~~*~~Flashback~~*~~
"Hey, Bulma, how's it goin'?" Yamcha asked, sounding strange, tired, and yet happy.
"I'm fine Yamcha. Um...I think we need to talk..." Bulma replied, hoping he wouldn't get mad.
He took a long pause, as if it took a great deal of thought for the words to come out of his mouth, "'Bout what?"
Now getting frustrated at his slowness she replied, "Last night. You know, when you were supposed to pick me up? We were gunna go out to eat..."
"Oh that! We sure had a great time didn't we?" he laughed, as if recalling some great memory.
"Yamcha! We didn't have a great time! You never showed up!" Bulma screeched at the top of her lungs.
A confused look crossed his face. "I didn't?"
"No."
"Can we talk later? I got a killer headache from..." he took a long pause, trying to come up with a good excuse for her to leave, "all this thinking. Yeah! That's it! Too much thinking is never good for you!"
"Alright, call me later when your headache goes away, okay?"
"Yup! Bye Bulma!" he called as she turned and started to walk down the hall.
Halfway down the hall she remembered something else she had wanted to say to him, and turned back. Bulma was about to knock on the door, when she heard a voice coming from within. And it wasn't Yamcha's deep voice.
"Who was that Yammy-san?" an overly sweet feminine, yet familiar voice asked.
"Just Bulma. You know, that girl I'm 'going out' with?," Yamcha's voice replied.
"Isn't she that tight assed bitch that I brought to that one party?" the girl asked.
Bulma was sure she was going to hear about how that Bulma girl was his girlfriend, but that's not what she heard next.
"Yep, that's she one."
Bulma's jaw dropped. ~I can't believe he'd say that about me!~ Her thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched squeal.
"Oh! I remember now!" cried the female voice. "Wasn't she the one you screwed, just so you could get money to buy the pot?"
Bulma was now enraged. Firstly, Yamcha had a girl in his room, that wasn't her; she could deal with that. Secondly, he had told people that they had been together; she could possibly get by this too. Maybe she could gain more popularity. And thirdly, he had bought pot with the money she had given him for what he said was to 'buy his mother a birthday gift.' The three combined just sent her over the edge. She barged in the door, ready to catch Yamcha in his own lie. What she found on the other side of the door was not what she was expecting.
Ally was sitting on the floor in only a long t-shirt with a huge bowl of pot in front of her. Next to her was Yamcha; head rested on the bed staring at the ceiling in fascination. "Yamcha? What the hell is going on?" Bulma screeched at the top of her lungs.
His head came up to look at the girl who was screaming at him. "Oh, it's you..."
"Yeah, it's me! What the hell is going on here?"
"Whadda mean?"
"What happened to your headache?"
"Did you know that the ceiling has little zig-zag lines in it?" he asked.
"That's not the point! You told me you had a headache! What happened to it?" she yelled.
"It was gone, cuz I was lookin' at ceiling tiles, but now its back cuz you keep screamin'!"
A deep growl emitted from her throat and she spoke in an angry whisper, "I come over to talk to you and I find Ally in your room, half naked, with a huge bowl of pot, which I know you can't afford on your own."
"I'm sorry, Bulma-Babe. I can explain everything. It's not what it looks like!"
Alley looked at the two in confusion. %What are they talking about? I think it's exactly how it looks... Bulma looks really pissed...hehehehehe%
Bulma looked at Yamcha for an explanation. "Go on."
"I'll tell ya later when we can be alone," he whispered in her ear.
"Ok..."
~~*~~End Flashback~~*~~
Vegeta's question still hadn't been answered. "What happened? Was that when you broke up with him?"
Bulma's eyes dropped and she didn't answer for a while. "I wish I could say that I did, cause then I'd still have my dignity. He talked to me, and I took him back, over, and over again. Every time I'd catch him, it'd be the same story, but I'd still forgive him. Some of the other girls told me that I'd have a better chance of keeping him in line if I would have sex with him. As long as I wouldn't have sex with him, he would sleep with Ally. I even thought about it a couple of times, but I wanted to wait. I figured it should be a reward for his good behavior, not something to keep him in line."
Vegeta was still confused, "So, when did you break up?"
"One night..."
~~*~~Flashback~~*~~
Bulma sat on the couch in Yamcha's living room, waiting for him to come down fro his room. They were going to watch a movie at his place that night, because neither one felt like going out. She hadn't seen him yet, and his mother had let her in and left. His mom didn't seem like she was too worried about what might happen between the two while she was gone. The only thing she said to Bulma was 'Don't be too loud, or you'll wake the neighbors...' and she left. Bulma didn't know quite what that meant, but sat and waited for Yamcha.
He quietly snuck up behind her and planted a kiss on her cheek. It didn't surprise her, because he did it all the time when he was trying to make up for something he had done recently. There was something that did surprise her though. Something about his breath didn't smell right. She turned to look at him, and she notice he was having a little trouble standing without wobbling.
"Yamcha," she asked, "are you all right? Do you want to do this another time?"
"No..." he replied, as he brushed his lips against hers.
There was that smell again. She had smelt it on his breath right after he had been drinking. Yamcha was drunk. ~Oh, no, this cannot be good...~
"Everyshings just fin. Come ova' he' baba!" Yamcha crawled over to her and climbed on top of her.
Bulma panicked, "Yamcha! Get Off! NOW!" Yamcha just ignored her pleas and continued to force himself upon her. ~My pepper spray!~ She pulled a small bottle of pepper spray out of her pocket and sprayed the whole thing into his eyes. "Get Off you bastard! That'll teach you to mess with me!" Bulma grabbed her things and ran out of the house.
~~*~~End Flashback~~*~~
She was sitting in her chair, curled up in a little ball with her chin resting on her knees. "After that night I promised that I would never fall that hard again. I trusted him too much. No one deserves that kind of trust. That's what I meant by I was living in a fantasy. My vision was clouded by trust. I'll never let myself be THAT blind again..."
Vegeta was sitting ridged on the couch, fists clenching and unclenching. ::I'll kill that sorry bastard!::
Bulma noticed the angered look on Vegeta's face, and intervened, "Vegeta, calm down, its no big deal. Besides you promised me that you wouldn't kill anyone. Like I said, it's in the past, and there's nothing we can do to change it now." She placed a small hand on his arm, and he jumped at her light touch. Bulma let out a soft laugh at his reaction. ~This flirting stuff is more fun than I thought...~ Her thoughts took all of her attention away from the real world, but they were interrupted by Vegeta's voice.
"What do you mean?" he asked. She gave him a puzzled look, and he continued, "You were muttering to yourself. All you kept saying was 'Never again.' What's that supposed to mean?" ::Shit! I'm sounding concerned!:: "They say that talking to yourself it the first sign of madness Woman. Maybe you're going crazy..."
"Yeah," she replied, "I'm sure that's it. Come on Veggie, lets go finish your bike."
Vegeta was so worried about her that he didn't even notice the annoying pet name she had given him.
"Oh, and Vegeta, you're coming to my party, right?"
"Of course I am Woman. Maybe you should invite that baka Yamcha too. I have a few plans for that little bastard." She gave him a stern look, "You said I couldn't kill him, and I'm not going to kill, just rough him up a little. We'll see how he likes being the weak one that can't defend themselves..."
"Okay, I guess I can. No killing though. I don't want to have to pay for your lawyer!"
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A/n: Hey, I know it was short considering how long you had to wait for it, but there was a lot of shit going on that kind of killed my inspiration... Anyway, it may be a while before the next one comes out, but it wont take as long as this one did.
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A/n: This chapter took awhile to come up with, I have been really busy, and a lot of shit happened these last couple weeks that caused my inability to write. I've probably lost most of my reviewers now...(
Life really sucks write now, so if that shows up in my writing, please forgive me!
Mushi-azn: I'm glad you like her character!
Seth: I appreciate you putting me on you favorites list, and I'm glad the block schedule isn't confusing. I understand what you mean about lunch. Thanx for reviewing and keep it up!
NaughtySaiyan23: LOL I'm sorry you don't like cliffhangers, but that's just the way it goes. I need to keep people wondering or they'll just stop reading.
foxylady: I will finish the story. I don't know exactly where it's going to go, and I'm a little short on ideas, but I will finish it. Any ideas are appreciated, even if I don't use all of them!
Avarwilya-Queen of Mirkwood: Thank you!
not sure yet: Thanx!
Vegeta-is-Forgotten: I will!
mentally challenged: It's all right. I looked back and realized that she was too much like Bulma too. I had a friend of mine read through it and she gave me even more ideas. If I screw it up again plz tell me! All comments are appreciated. I'm glad you pointed this out to me. Abby will be more preppy-ish, and a lot less punk/Bulma-ish or whatever you want to consider her!
Nicka: Thank you! I decided on the Calculus Book of Doom and Destruction because Kaka-brat #1 had to have gotten his brains from somewhere, and we all know that they sure as hell didn't come from Kakarrot! Doom and Destruction came from my other story, its an idea that comes in later, for all those who are reading this and have no idea what I'm talking about. And Chi-Chi couldn't hit a semi-normal Kakarrot over the head with a frying pan. It could possibly damage his brain even more! Abby is the symbol of all of the prep/sluts at my skool. Most of them are like that. I didn't mention what kind of bike she has. I'm too lazy to think of one, so I'm gunna say she designed the whole thing herself. I suppose I'll eventually figure out a name for it, but not right now! ^_^
Clawed Kitten: Thank you!
Angel of Foof: Thanks! Sorry I haven't reviewed your story lately, my Internet has been fucked up and I was too busy to go on when it was working! I did read it, but then my computer would let me post a review! I'm SOOOO sorry!
Lucy: Thanx!
TigerWolf: LOL! Nice and perfect, I guess I never thought of it that way, but sure! ^_^
Stardome: I will!
Raven: Well that's all of them! If I missed you, I'm sooooo sorry!
Meliah: Bullshit
Raven: It's not bullshit, it's just a lie! Saiyans don't apologize to anyone!
Meliah: So true... ~Bulma's Thoughts~
::Vegeta's Thoughts::
The Greatest Fantasy
Never Again
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Last Time on The Greatest Fantasy...
"Vegeta, maybe we should sit down," Bulma considered. "This story might get kinda long..."
He relaxed slightly, and replied, "Alright, Woman. Now get on with it. What was wrong with your supposedly perfect life?"
"I guess," she confessed, "I was living in a fantasy..."
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After her declaration Bulma sat quietly in her chair. It appeared that she was off in her own world, thinking about something that had happened.
Confusion crossed Vegeta's face, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?
She shook her head as his voice brought her back to the land of the living. "Never mind. It really doesn't matter anymore. Talking about the past does not make it go away. It just brings back old memories of things you'd rather forget," she commented.
This angered Vegeta, "Woman! You will tell me what the hell you're talking about!"
Bulma chewed on her bottom lip in deep thought; her eyes darted up to Vegeta and she said, "You wanna know? Fine. I'll tell you. You just have to promise not to kill anyone. Promise?"
He let out a low grunt in response.
"Was that a yes grunt or a no grunt?" If looks could kill Bulma would have been have been halfway to hell from the look that he gave her. "Guess, I'll take that as a yes grunt," Bulma sat down on the chair across from him and looked at him. "This is what happened."
Vegeta nodded his head to show that he was listening.
"Any way, this girl's name was Ally. Yes, I know, very close to Abby. Like I said, she took me to a whole bunch of parties, and at one of them, I met a guy. Yamcha. He seemed really sweet at first. We met at a party every weekend for about a month, and one night he asked me out. I figured, hey, he's a nice guy, and he's popular, nothing could go wrong. So I said yes. We dated for almost three months; I took brought him over to meet my parents and we went everywhere together. For all I knew, things were going great. Then one night, when we were supposed to go out, he never showed up. I called his house, and his mom said he had left for his girlfriend's house about an hour before. So I waited, and I was so hell-bent on making things fit, that I made excuses for him in my mind. I waited all night for him to show up, and he never did. The next morning, I drove over to his house, hoping we could talk. His mom led me up to his room, and he answered the door when I knocked. He looked really out of it, and I thought maybe he didn't get much sleep...
~~*~~Flashback~~*~~
"Hey, Bulma, how's it goin'?" Yamcha asked, sounding strange, tired, and yet happy.
"I'm fine Yamcha. Um...I think we need to talk..." Bulma replied, hoping he wouldn't get mad.
He took a long pause, as if it took a great deal of thought for the words to come out of his mouth, "'Bout what?"
Now getting frustrated at his slowness she replied, "Last night. You know, when you were supposed to pick me up? We were gunna go out to eat..."
"Oh that! We sure had a great time didn't we?" he laughed, as if recalling some great memory.
"Yamcha! We didn't have a great time! You never showed up!" Bulma screeched at the top of her lungs.
A confused look crossed his face. "I didn't?"
"No."
"Can we talk later? I got a killer headache from..." he took a long pause, trying to come up with a good excuse for her to leave, "all this thinking. Yeah! That's it! Too much thinking is never good for you!"
"Alright, call me later when your headache goes away, okay?"
"Yup! Bye Bulma!" he called as she turned and started to walk down the hall.
Halfway down the hall she remembered something else she had wanted to say to him, and turned back. Bulma was about to knock on the door, when she heard a voice coming from within. And it wasn't Yamcha's deep voice.
"Who was that Yammy-san?" an overly sweet feminine, yet familiar voice asked.
"Just Bulma. You know, that girl I'm 'going out' with?," Yamcha's voice replied.
"Isn't she that tight assed bitch that I brought to that one party?" the girl asked.
Bulma was sure she was going to hear about how that Bulma girl was his girlfriend, but that's not what she heard next.
"Yep, that's she one."
Bulma's jaw dropped. ~I can't believe he'd say that about me!~ Her thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched squeal.
"Oh! I remember now!" cried the female voice. "Wasn't she the one you screwed, just so you could get money to buy the pot?"
Bulma was now enraged. Firstly, Yamcha had a girl in his room, that wasn't her; she could deal with that. Secondly, he had told people that they had been together; she could possibly get by this too. Maybe she could gain more popularity. And thirdly, he had bought pot with the money she had given him for what he said was to 'buy his mother a birthday gift.' The three combined just sent her over the edge. She barged in the door, ready to catch Yamcha in his own lie. What she found on the other side of the door was not what she was expecting.
Ally was sitting on the floor in only a long t-shirt with a huge bowl of pot in front of her. Next to her was Yamcha; head rested on the bed staring at the ceiling in fascination. "Yamcha? What the hell is going on?" Bulma screeched at the top of her lungs.
His head came up to look at the girl who was screaming at him. "Oh, it's you..."
"Yeah, it's me! What the hell is going on here?"
"Whadda mean?"
"What happened to your headache?"
"Did you know that the ceiling has little zig-zag lines in it?" he asked.
"That's not the point! You told me you had a headache! What happened to it?" she yelled.
"It was gone, cuz I was lookin' at ceiling tiles, but now its back cuz you keep screamin'!"
A deep growl emitted from her throat and she spoke in an angry whisper, "I come over to talk to you and I find Ally in your room, half naked, with a huge bowl of pot, which I know you can't afford on your own."
"I'm sorry, Bulma-Babe. I can explain everything. It's not what it looks like!"
Alley looked at the two in confusion. %What are they talking about? I think it's exactly how it looks... Bulma looks really pissed...hehehehehe%
Bulma looked at Yamcha for an explanation. "Go on."
"I'll tell ya later when we can be alone," he whispered in her ear.
"Ok..."
~~*~~End Flashback~~*~~
Vegeta's question still hadn't been answered. "What happened? Was that when you broke up with him?"
Bulma's eyes dropped and she didn't answer for a while. "I wish I could say that I did, cause then I'd still have my dignity. He talked to me, and I took him back, over, and over again. Every time I'd catch him, it'd be the same story, but I'd still forgive him. Some of the other girls told me that I'd have a better chance of keeping him in line if I would have sex with him. As long as I wouldn't have sex with him, he would sleep with Ally. I even thought about it a couple of times, but I wanted to wait. I figured it should be a reward for his good behavior, not something to keep him in line."
Vegeta was still confused, "So, when did you break up?"
"One night..."
~~*~~Flashback~~*~~
Bulma sat on the couch in Yamcha's living room, waiting for him to come down fro his room. They were going to watch a movie at his place that night, because neither one felt like going out. She hadn't seen him yet, and his mother had let her in and left. His mom didn't seem like she was too worried about what might happen between the two while she was gone. The only thing she said to Bulma was 'Don't be too loud, or you'll wake the neighbors...' and she left. Bulma didn't know quite what that meant, but sat and waited for Yamcha.
He quietly snuck up behind her and planted a kiss on her cheek. It didn't surprise her, because he did it all the time when he was trying to make up for something he had done recently. There was something that did surprise her though. Something about his breath didn't smell right. She turned to look at him, and she notice he was having a little trouble standing without wobbling.
"Yamcha," she asked, "are you all right? Do you want to do this another time?"
"No..." he replied, as he brushed his lips against hers.
There was that smell again. She had smelt it on his breath right after he had been drinking. Yamcha was drunk. ~Oh, no, this cannot be good...~
"Everyshings just fin. Come ova' he' baba!" Yamcha crawled over to her and climbed on top of her.
Bulma panicked, "Yamcha! Get Off! NOW!" Yamcha just ignored her pleas and continued to force himself upon her. ~My pepper spray!~ She pulled a small bottle of pepper spray out of her pocket and sprayed the whole thing into his eyes. "Get Off you bastard! That'll teach you to mess with me!" Bulma grabbed her things and ran out of the house.
~~*~~End Flashback~~*~~
She was sitting in her chair, curled up in a little ball with her chin resting on her knees. "After that night I promised that I would never fall that hard again. I trusted him too much. No one deserves that kind of trust. That's what I meant by I was living in a fantasy. My vision was clouded by trust. I'll never let myself be THAT blind again..."
Vegeta was sitting ridged on the couch, fists clenching and unclenching. ::I'll kill that sorry bastard!::
Bulma noticed the angered look on Vegeta's face, and intervened, "Vegeta, calm down, its no big deal. Besides you promised me that you wouldn't kill anyone. Like I said, it's in the past, and there's nothing we can do to change it now." She placed a small hand on his arm, and he jumped at her light touch. Bulma let out a soft laugh at his reaction. ~This flirting stuff is more fun than I thought...~ Her thoughts took all of her attention away from the real world, but they were interrupted by Vegeta's voice.
"What do you mean?" he asked. She gave him a puzzled look, and he continued, "You were muttering to yourself. All you kept saying was 'Never again.' What's that supposed to mean?" ::Shit! I'm sounding concerned!:: "They say that talking to yourself it the first sign of madness Woman. Maybe you're going crazy..."
"Yeah," she replied, "I'm sure that's it. Come on Veggie, lets go finish your bike."
Vegeta was so worried about her that he didn't even notice the annoying pet name she had given him.
"Oh, and Vegeta, you're coming to my party, right?"
"Of course I am Woman. Maybe you should invite that baka Yamcha too. I have a few plans for that little bastard." She gave him a stern look, "You said I couldn't kill him, and I'm not going to kill, just rough him up a little. We'll see how he likes being the weak one that can't defend themselves..."
"Okay, I guess I can. No killing though. I don't want to have to pay for your lawyer!"
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A/n: Hey, I know it was short considering how long you had to wait for it, but there was a lot of shit going on that kind of killed my inspiration... Anyway, it may be a while before the next one comes out, but it wont take as long as this one did.
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