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Sacrifice

By: pinkchick

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Chapter 2

Early the next morning, everyone sat gathered around the dining room table for breakfast. The resident eater of the house, Kurt Wagner, teleported back and forth in attempt to grab what he can. He was already ready for the school day, his image inducer reflecting his pale skin and dark hair rather than his blue, furry tailed self. People at school weren't ready to see that yet, even if they had been exposed a while ago. To the people who didn't know him, in his true appearance, he looked like he was a blue demon with his fanged teeth and glowing yellow eyes. In fact, to the people that did know him rather well, he was one of the most gentle people anyone could possibly know.

"Elf!" Logan shouted. "How many times do I have to tell ya?! No teleportin' at the breakfast table!" Logan popped his claws and Kurt immediately teleported back to his seat with a familiar 'bamf' sound.

As everyone continued to chatter around the table, Evan just sat there staring off into space. The nightmare was still on his mind. He had never ever had anything in his dream look that frightening. A shiver ran down his spine again as he picked at his breakfast with his fork. It remained untouched. The nightmare's images continued to plague his mind so much that he didn't even notice Kurt asking him anything.

"Evan? Are you going to eat zat?" Kurt asked, his German accent apparent when he spoke. Evan didn't respond and just continued to stare. Kurt gazed at him, confusion written on his face and wave his hand in front of Evan's spaced face. Evan immediately snapped back into reality.

"Huh?!"

"Evan! You're, like, totally spacing out!" Kitty Pryde exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm in her voice. The valley girl always seemed to be happy no matter what. In that sense, she always lifted everyone's moods when they were down. She tossed her brown ponytail over her shoulder and continued to eat, snatching her plate first from her blue best friend. "Kurt!" she shouted. Then, not being able to get very mad, she started giggling, a small glint in her blue eyes.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that," Evan apologized. "What were you saying?"

Kurt sighed melodramatically. "At zis rate, I'm never going to get enough food to last me ze entire day! I vas asking if you vere going to eat zat."

"Huh?" Evan asked again. He looked down at his untouched plate and realized what Kurt was talking about. "Oh! Uh, no." Evan pushed his plate of food towards Kurt who gave him a worried expression, but took the plate nonetheless, and gulped it down.

Out of nowhere, Evan felt a strange sensation coming through him. He felt a searing pain go through his head and all the images from last night's unpleasant dream came back in a flash. It was like a fast playing movie. Everything seemed to happen at once. Fire came and he felt his body heat up. There was something and someone there...something was crawling on him. Evan pinched his eyes shut and clutched the sides of his head. The laughter in his mind remained and it only became worse. Suddenly, gentle hands touched his shoulders and Evan immediately opened his eyes. Staring right into his brown eyes were his aunt's concerned blue ones.

"Evan? Are you alright?" Ororo asked, a fearful and worried expression appearing on her face. "You looked like you were in pain, my child."

"No, Auntie O., I'm fine," Evan quickly replied and stood up from his chair. He couldn't stay here any longer. He needed to get away. He didn't need to be questioned like some kind of child.

"Evan! You have not eaten anything," Ororo stated motioning to where his plate of food had been.

"I'm fine, I promise," Evan called on his way out of the dining room. "I'll just eat something at school. Catch ya later!"

The door rattled back and forth behind him as he left and some of the other students gave each other concerned looks, but got up to head to school before they were all late. The dining room slowly cleared which only left behind Logan and Ororo. After what had happened with Evan, she had given Logan a concerned look. She truly believed him now. Something was going on and it only happened after any of the students saw this nightmare. Logan now had his nose in the newspaper. He slowly set it down and looked at Ororo who was cleaning up the table.

"Humph! Now do ya believe me?" Logan asked, smugly.

"I suppose you are right, Logan," Ororo admitted as she stopped cleaning up and sat down. She massaged her temples. "I don't know about this. He looked so pained and scared. I just don't know what to think."

"Look, like I said before, it has ta do with that dream," Logan concluded.

"But, the professor said that--" Ororo started, but was abruptly cut off by Logan.

"Look, I know, 'Ro. I trust Chuck too, but I'm tellin' ya that he knows something that we don't." Logan took a sip of the coffee in front of him and made a face. He lifted it up for Ororo to see. "Cold."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Ororo asked him, folding her arms across her chest.

"We keep a keen eye on each and every one of 'em. My guess, it's not over. Scooter and Porcupine were only the first ones," Logan admitted.

Ororo sighed and got up again. She picked up the plates and headed for the kitchen, passing Logan on her way. He stopped her abruptly and grabbed her free hand softly. He bent her down to his level and whispered softly in her ear, removing her cascading white hair away from her face. "Don't worry about it, 'Ro. They'll be ok. We're here for 'em, I promise."

Ororo gave him a soft smile. "I hope you're right, Logan. I really hope you're right." She kissed his temple and brushed past him, hoping that his words were correct.

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"Bye, guys!" Evan shouted across the drive as he put down his skateboard and headed out the gate. The rest of the X-men waved as he left and opened the garage. They were all confused, Scott would usually be honking his horn at them to speed it up, but he was nowhere in sight. Jean walked through the garage and over to her brand new SUV jeep. It was odd, Scott wouldn't just pick up and leave without them, would he? His red convertible was nowhere to be found. Jean just shrugged her shoulders and got into the driver's seat, Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue followed suit.

"Like, what gives?" Kitty asked no one in particular as she strapped herself into the back seat next to the untouchable Rogue. "How could Scott, like, ditch us without even telling us?"

"Maybe, he didn't vant to ride vith us today, ja?" Kurt replied. "So, it's true!"

"Like, what is?" Kitty asked, staring out the window as they left the mansion's gates behind.

"Scott doesn't love us anymore!" Kurt declared sarcastically, dramatically wiping his eyes. Kitty giggled from the back seat and Rogue just rolled her very dark eye shadowed eyes. She crossed her arms across her chest.

"Please! Maybe he just wanted ta get away from both o' ya'll's yapping!" Rogue retorted. "Ah know Ah would lahke ta."

"Oh, Rogue, eet's ok," Kurt said, turning his head around to face her. "Ve know you love us!" Rogue rolled her eyes again. Everyone was pretty used to her dry humor by now. She was somewhat the outcast of the group, yet she belonged in the same way. At first, she had had a crush on Scott but she had long since gotten over it, placing her eyes on a certain Cajun. Unfortunately, he worked for the Acolytes and Magneto -- in other words, they were the enemy. She pulled on her gloves in irritation. Sometimes she really did wish that she could touch people, but her powers held her back. Rogue's touch could kill, and she wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon. In fact, everyone just knew her as Rogue. No one ever asked about a real name and she didn't seem enthusiastic about announcing it, so everyone just left it alone. She sighed from the back before Kitty spoke up again.

"Maybe, like, Jean would know where Scott is!" Kitty exclaimed happily. "She always does!" She giggled at that, but then stopped when nobody seemed to get her lame attempt at a joke.

Jean looked through the rearview mirror and looked Kitty in the eyes. "Maybe he just wanted to be alone, ok?!"

That statement left no room for discussion. Kitty shrank in her seat and continued staring out the window. The entire car seemed to go quiet. Kurt decided to break the silence. "Relationship problems, ja?" he whispered.

Jean rolled her eyes at Kurt. He and Kitty could be so nosy when it came to her relationship with Scott, that it bugged her sometimes. "No, it's not that. Sorry about my tone. It's just that Scott's been distant lately and he won't let me in. Ever since that nightmare he had, he's been shutting me out. I can feel it and I know that he's been having it again every night." Jean shuddered at the thought. The night of his first nightmare, she had felt something evil. It had never occurred to her before that the nightmare and that feeling could be linked. She shuddered again.

"Whoa! That sounds, like, totally creepy!" Kitty shuddered. "Just like Evan this morning. He seemed to be, like, in a completely different world, y'know?"

Rogue wasn't one to gossip, but she had to inform her friends on what she had heard this morning. It sounded really interesting and now that she'd heard what her friends were saying -- she might be able to understand it. "Yeah, this mornin' I heard Logan, Ororo, and the professor talkin' about Evan's naghtmare. Ya know, tha one he had last naght. It sounded lahke they were tryin' ta keep it on the low, but it didn't sound too good."

"You sink that Scott and Evan's dream have to do vith each other?" Kurt asked no one in particular.

"Who, like, knows," Kitty said. "But I sure hope it's not, like, some kind of domino's effect thing. Y'know, like, when something happens and it knocks down the next, and the next....and the next, and the--"

"Ve get it, ja?!" Kurt practically shouted. This conversation was seriously freaking him out. If it already had happened to two members of the team, then it wouldn't be long before... he stopped the thought from coming. His stomach went queasy. All he knew was that this was not good. "Stop talking about it already!" That last comment sent the car into silence again. Kurt heard his stomach grumble and secretly wished he had eaten more. They sat in silence until they made it into the school's parking lot. Once there, they were greeted with stares of hate and hushed whispers. As they each got out of the car and grabbed their stuff, they knew it was going to be another long day. Oblivious to the teens, though, someone was watching.

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Evan skateboarded down the sidewalk, through the people, and towards Bayville High School. That was what he did, and he loved it. He loved the breeze out here. The wind whipped his face as he continued down to the school. It was so calm and refreshing to him -- it was as though he was at peace with the world. Like Evan had told Kitty a couple of months ago, he would've loved to have skateboarding be a sport at the school, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option. He finally reached the front of the school just in time to hear the first bell ring. With any luck on his part, he wouldn't be late like he usually was. Hopping off of his skateboard and sticking it beneath his arm, he made his way into the school.

Evan pushed his way past the throng of students trying to get to their first period classes. He started quickening his pace as the halls started clearing. Evan wasn't watching where he was going and neither was the teacher coming out of the teacher's lounge and so the inevitable happened -- they rammed into each other. Evan and the teacher ended up on the floor as the entire hall almost became deserted. Evan's first instinct was grabbing his skateboard before he looked up to see the person who he had bumped into. It was his science teacher. He had replaced Hank McCoy when he couldn't teach at a regular school anymore. Now Mr. McCoy taught at the Xavier Institute where no one would care about the way he looked -- like a beast.

"Teach? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," Evan apologized, as he stood up and brushed himself off. Then, he reached out his hand and helped his teacher up. "I really am sorry, te--, uh, Mr. Gehenna, sir."

"Oh, it's ok, Evan," Mr. Gehenna replied, taking Evan's helping hand and standing up. He started picking up his lesson plans and also brushed himself off. He stood up to his complete height. Evan looked up at him. He was of medium height and had jet black hair. He looked to be in his mid forties. A simple smile played on his face. "Don't worry, I, uh, didn't see you either."

Evan ran a nervous hand over his blonde mane. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm sorry, I really am." Mr. Gehenna just nodded and smiled again, adjusting his book. Evan let out a groan as soon as the tardy bell rang. So much for not being late, he thought. He was late, again. "Aww, man! I'm late. My aunt's gonna seriously ground me this time."

Mr. Gehenna felt bad for his student; after all, he was partly the reason why Evan was late to begin with. He whipped out a pad of paper and Evan gulped. He was going to get detention for sure, he could feel it. Mr. Gehenna took out his pen and started writing. "When is it?"

"When is what?" Mr. Gehenna questioned.

"My detention," Evan bluntly stated, as if Mr. Gehenna already knew what he was talking about.

"Detention?" Mr. Gehenna looked down at the paper in his hands and laughed. Evan just looked at him, obviously baffled at what was so funny. "Oh, no, Evan. I'm just writing you a pass to class." He finished writing the pass and gave it to Evan. He had a big smile on his face.

"Thanks, teach! You're the best!" Evan called behind him as he ran down the hallway and to his class.

"Yeah, thanks," Mr. Gehenna said appreciatively. "And no running down the hall!" He called after Evan. Mr. Gehenna shook his head and headed down the opposite hall to go and finish up his work. He had no class first period, after all. There he met up with a friend of his who also taught at the school. "Hey, Dan," Mr. Gehenna greeted.

"Oh, hi, Dev," Mr. Flemmings greeted back. The man was of also medium height with very dark and beady eyes. He had dark brown hair and when he smiled, he usually scared his students. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. You?" Mr. Gehenna asked, but when he didn't get a reply from Mr. Flemmings he stopped walking. "Are you ok?"

"Look at them, just look." Mr. Flemmings pointed at the Brotherhood of Mutants out the window. They had been kicked out of the school a while ago, but they still decided to walk around the grounds just for fun. "Mutants. I still can't believe that the school board still lets them go to this school. It's an outrage, I tell you."

"Dan, I suppose mutants are people too. I have students that are mutants, and they learn just like the rest of us. I really don't see the difference," Mr. Gehenna replied.

"You have mutants in your classes?" Mr. Flemmings asked, disgust in his voice. "I have asked to have them removed. I only teach normal children."

Mr. Gehenna's eyebrows shot up as he looked at his friend. It had never occurred to him that Mr. Flemmings was so hateful inside towards mutants. Mr. Gehenna didn't really have anything against them. To him, they were just students waiting to be taught. He didn't want to have this hateful conversation with Mr. Flemmings anymore and he didn't really want to talk to him either. He wanted to go tell someone about what he thought, but Mr. Gehenna was sure that the principal, Mr. Kelly, felt the exact same way. It was sad in a way. Most of these mutants were merely young people trying to find their place in life. Mr. Gehenna sighed.

"Excuse me, Dan, but I have to get back to planning my lessons for my next class," Mr. Gehenna explained, cutting in on the uneventful thoughts of his so-called friend. "I'll see you later, then."

"Yeah, later," Mr. Flemmings replied. "Bye."

Mr. Gehenna waved at Mr. Flemmings and then walked to his empty class. He shuddered at the thought of Mr. Flemmings but immediately brushed them away and continued on with his work, hoping the rest of the day would be better than the way it had started.

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Lunchtime came and all the students hurried to get to the cafeteria, thankful to at least get away from class, even it was for a short time. Jean came into the cafeteria to get her food. She had been trying to reach Scott all morning, but he was either shutting her out, or avoiding her. Jean figured it was both of the choices. Grabbing her lunch tray, she headed to the table where her friends sat. When she got there, Kitty and Kurt were already in a heated discussion about something. Jean raised her eyebrows when she reached the table, but her face couldn't hide her concern for Scott or the amusement her two friends gave her.

"Stirring a bunch of jello mix into a pool would so, like, not make a jello pool, Kurt!" Kitty protested, scowling at Kurt who was eating a mouthful of jello and enjoying himself. "How are you gonna, like, swim in it?"

"Zat's exactly ze point, Keety!" Kurt exclaimed with a mouthful of jello. "You're not supposed to swim in eet!"

Kitty crossed her arms across her chest and twisted her mouth. "I don't care! I still don't think it's, like, possible."

"Vhatever you say, Keety!" Kurt replied happily. "I know eet's true. I've seen it done!"

Kitty was about to say something back to Kurt, but Jean cleared her throat and all the attention went to her. Evan and Rogue looked at her with a grateful look, happy that somebody had interrupted Kitty and Kurt before they were about to explode. Kitty smiled, then turned to Jean and smiled. "Like, what's wrong, Jean?" she asked.

"Have any of you guys seen Scott?" Jean asked, hoping that someone had seen him so she could talk to him. They all shook their heads in response.

"Hey! Maybe Scott, like, cut class!" Kitty gleamed as the thought struck her mind.

"No vay, Keety!" Kurt was the one who protested this time. "Scott vould never cut class. Ze day zat Scott cuts class is ze day zere is Hell on Earth!"

"How would you know, anyways?!" Kitty backfired. "Maybe he felt like doing something spontaneous!"

"Riiigghht!" Kurt lashed back, rolling his eyes. Rogue and Evan gave up on listening to them and pounded their heads onto the table covering their ears with their hands to block out Kurt and Kitty altogether. Jean shook her head, obviously not being able to finding her answer here. She would just have to do one final probe before she goes for the traditional way: looking. She put down her tray near the doorways to the cafeteria and placed her hands to the side of her temples. Finally, Scott wasn't blocking her out. She had finally found him. He was sitting outside, near a tree, in a corner.

"Finally! I've got you cornered, Scott Summers!" Jean stated in victory as she headed outside to talk to her best friend.

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Scott was lost in his thoughts. The nightmares had to stop. They were driving him crazy. He couldn't even think without an image flying through his mind and clouding it. He couldn't go on much longer like this and he knew it. Half the night he wouldn't be able to sleep for fear of seeing any part of that horrid dream that had plagued his mind not long ago. He left early this morning because he didn't want the questioning of Logan or Jean. It was getting to be too much. He knew that they cared about him, but he had just needed to be alone today. Scott just needed to find some solitude within him and think about what's been going on without anyone's overbearing questions. He rubbed his hands over his face multiple times in exasperation. Why couldn't it just stop?

Scott was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear Jean sneak up behind him and wrap her slender arms around his shoulders. "Hey stranger," Jean whispered into his ear. Scott tensed for a moment and then relaxed. He was also paranoid about everything.

"Hey," Scott answered a little hoarsely.

"I've been looking for you all day, y'know," Jean told him. Scott didn't reply. He just turned to look at her. "It's the nightmare again, isn't it?"

Scott sighed. He knew she would ask a question similar to that. "Yeah, it is."

"Scott, this is getting out of hand," Jean said. "I'm worried about you."

"There's nothing to be worried about, Jean, really," Scott lied. He was getting pretty worried himself. All he wanted was a good night's sleep, that's all he truly craved for.

"Of course I should be worried," Jean announced. "How could I not be?" She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Have you told the professor?"

"No, but he knows," Scott answered. He sighed again. "I just want it to stop. All I want for it is to stop."

Jean didn't know what to say to that. She wished she could do something else to let him know that she was there, but her presence was enough, she supposed. Scott buried his face in his hands as he and Jean just sat there in silence. The cool breeze picked up and blew past the couple as they continued to sit there. Between the two, they didn't need many words. They already knew what they felt through their mind link. Scott and Jean both didn't know how it formed to begin with; neither did the professor. To this day, it still baffled him. Jean assumed that it was a strong bond between two people who were a part of each other always. Jean didn't know if that sounded sappy, but she didn't really care. She loved the bond; it truly let her feel the emotions he felt without speaking them. Sometimes letting them out verbally was hard for Scott, and she knew that. That's why their link was so special -- it bonded them in a unique and special way.

"It's been getting worse, y'know," Scott stated quietly. He lifted his head and turned to look at her. Since he wore ruby quartz glasses, he could only see in shades of red. It was better than not seeing at all to him. When he looked at Jean he saw an angel. She was truly a gift to him. He looked her in the eyes and knew that they were an emerald color. She was beautiful all together to him. "The dream."

Jean gazed at him with curiosity. He was finally opening up to her. "Tell me about it, Scott," she whispered for him to continue.

"There's so much fire, and I can feel the heat. Then it just disappears and is replaced with blood, pain, and a man's laughter that always seems to unnerve me, it sounds so evil. I see some kind of circle, chains, and then it all comes crashing into nothing," Scott explained. He ran a shaky hand through his chestnut colored hair and exhaled heavily.

Jean just nodded, not really knowing what to say. She squeezed his hand again. "They'll be over soon."

"You can't be sure, Jean, but I hope you're right," Scott said. Jean was about to say something, but the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Another period of boring classes stood at the horizon. Jean sighed and got up, letting her hand linger onto Scott's for a while longer as he also got up and picked up his books. "Back to class, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess so." Jean nodded her head unenthusiastically. Scott bent down and kissed her hand gently. Jean moved in closer and looked up at his face. They leaned in closer and their lips were about to lock when they were interrupted by the enthusiastic 'oohs' and 'ahs' of none other than Kitty and Kurt.

"Look, Kurt! I guess Jean finally found Scott," Kitty half shouted happily.

Jean and Scott backed away from each other embarrassed, both of their faces turning red at the shamefulness of being caught displaying any kind of affection at school.

"PDA, yeah!" Kurt shouted at them from across the courtyard as he and Kitty started making kissing sounds.

"Don't you two have somewhere to be?" Scott asked, walking over to them with Jean at his side.

"Yeah, maybe," Kurt simply responded. "Don't you?"

"Of course," Scott quickly answered. "We were, uh, just leaving."

"Yeah, like, sure you were," Kitty laughed. "See you two lovebirds later!" Kitty called back as she and Kurt walked away happily.

"Those two really need a hobby," Jean stated, hands on hips.

"What?" Scott asked dramatically, clutching his heart. "Spying on us doesn't count as one?!"

Jean slapped his arm. "Shut up!" Scott pouted his lips and grabbed the place where Jean had slapped him. "Aww, did that hurt you?" Scott nodded his head innocently. Jean kissed his arm and then slapped him again. "You're such a baby!"

Scott laughed, but the lack of students in the courtyard signaled that it was almost time for class. "We've really gotta head to class!"

"Yeah, I'll see you at home." Jean kissed his cheek and waved goodbye as she headed off in the opposite direction.

"Bye!" Scott called after her and walked into the school, rushing to class quickly before getting caught being late. Detention was the last thing he needed right now, especially with all that was already going on.

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Scott speed walked through the hallway and was almost near the doorway to his next class when he bumped into someone and almost toppled over him. Scott grabbed his books before they fell over and steadied the man he bumped into. Strangely enough, it was Mr. Gehenna. The man was beginning to feel like a speed bump today.

"Mr. Gehenna, sir. I'm sorry, I, uh, didn't see you there," Scott apologized.

"It's quiet alright, not that it hasn't happened before," Mr. Gehenna replied, finally steady on his feet.

Scott just nodded at him. He didn't have time for this right now; he needed to get to class. "Yeah. Well, I am really sorry. Won't happen again, I promise, but I've gotta get going. See you tomorrow in class!"

Mr. Gehenna nodded his head and smiled. "No problem, Scott." He watched as his student disappeared from his view and into a classroom. Just as he turned, he almost crashed into Evan on his way into his own classroom. Mr. Gehenna steadied himself with the door as Evan zoomed by and took his seat in his class. No, he sighed, he was a speed bump in the middle of everything today. All of the students took their seats as the bell finally rang and Mr. Gehenna closed his door. He sighed again. At least the day was almost over.

"Alright, let's get started," Mr. Gehenna said, smiling happily. He opened his book as the class made faces. He looked up when he heard a clicking noise coming from somewhere in the back of the room. Mr. Gehenna looked around and found Evan Daniels playing with his toy skateboard. He smiled and then continued looking down at his book.

"Ok, class, question of the day," Mr. Gehenna paused for dramatic effect. "How did man first discover fire?" he asked with an enthusiastic stress on the word fire. "Who has the answer..? Ted, alright."

As the discussion went on, Evan stopped playing with his toy skateboard and looked out the window. He tuned everyone in the class out as the nightmare's visions surfaced in his mind again. This time it was worse. He could hardly breathe. Things were prickling at his skin and they wouldn't stop. He felt something dig into his skin and he screamed out loud, echoing across the classroom. Everyone stopped and turned to look at him, confusion on their faces and fear. Evan began to move his hands across his body, shouting in pain to get rid of things that were on him. The students looked at him like he'd grown a third head. There was nothing there. He fell from the seat of his chair and clutched his head in pain. Evan started shaking violently on the floor causing everyone to get out of their seats and surround him. Mr. Gehenna rushed over to him and bent down, grabbing Evan's shoulders.

"Evan? Evan, are you alright?" Mr. Gehenna asked, concern in his voice as he immediately ushered one of the other students to go and get help. "Can you hear me? Evan?!"

Evan's pupils found their way to the far back of his eye, his eye almost becoming white in the process. He shook even more violently and screamed even louder. "STOP! GET IT AWAY!" Evan closed his eyes and then opened them. He could hear Mr. Gehenna's voice calling out to him, but he was beyond reach. Evan clutched at his throat, he was suffocating. The images became blurry around him and the whispering voices farther and farther away. He saw raging fire before everything around him went black.

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