Warnings - Are located at the Beginning of the first chapter
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Human flesh was disgusting when subjected to water. The wrinkling in layers of fat, normally paper thin exteriors of mortals sicken Envy. It's musky odor associating to saliva made Envy want to gash it all off just to elude it. Now when organs decorated floors, eyes hung loosely from sockets, much like dangling lights showered in raining crimson tears, and decapitated appendages, it made Envy giddy. This sight of an angelic blond splashing about in a porcelain tub was an ample nuisance to him. Small boats sailed across the currents produced by a chubby sea God. Suds floated up in the steamed filled small room. Envy was leaning against the oak door, jerking his head in quickly shifts, darting the droplets radiating from the sweeps of toiled water.
Ed seemed to have no recollection of his nightmares, plagued by warm smiles, curved simple bodily forms, and kisses on injuries most likely. A blond head resting on his chest and drool lathering his abdomen was the waking call for Envy. The terrible stench of meals, peroration, tears, and other fluids Envy didn't want to think of coded the once crisp, fire light room. Scrunching up his nose Envy picked up the plump confused child to the bathroom. Edward tilted his head to a queer angle watching Envy's disgusted behavior. A few minutes later the scene of a naked Edward splashing around in a lukewarm water-filled tub and an apathetic Envy took form in the bathroom.
Envy's eyes broadened mildly as Ed submerged himself down to the bridge of his fatten nose, bring himself to eye level with the innocent, bright colored, plastic ship. Odd, that was the description painted on Ed's face as he crossed his eyes pointy on the white curled sail. A purr escaped Ed's small throat tendons as the boat bobbed ever closer toward him. Small nasally produced bubbles, signaling from Ed's lack of air resulted in the destruction of the waddling boat. In a blaze of waves Ed tackled his ailing crafted prey in a screech of delectation. Envy had never been conscious to witness something, such as a child's urge to leisurely flood a room, with him, Envy within it.
The boat sailed airborne soaring from the moronic performance of joy. The boat shored at Envy ankle crossed feet hitting with a broken "thong," dragging to a stop at Envy's curled toes. Overhead the steam clear as if it to was afraid of Envy's reaction to the near impalement of Ed's amusement. Ed grinned and stood up saluting Envy, his captain of the seas of the bathroom tub. "E'vy did you see a sea monster attacked the boat, the crew all went to sleep in the wa-wa," Ed laughed, swatting back into the body of water. Envy's eyes were in a twitching from either the sudden flash of a nude Ed or mere choler at Ed's wish for Envy's commendation but a dull smile resided under the polished act of annoyance.
His posture of lack of care for mortal life was corrupting Ed, how beautiful. Crouching down Envy picked up the misfortunate victim of Ed's wrath and tiptoed across the slippery tile to the radiating blond. Upon Envy nearing Ed grinned and fully submerged him into the cloudy sea, masked by highly demanded bubbles. Narrowing his gaze, Envy tried to pinpoint a nude body or a glimmering strand of gold. He failed. Placing his hands on the lip of the water collecting tub, Envy began to sweep bubbles out of his perspective of the water. In a surprise assault of chibi cuteness Ed flew out of his watery concealing place straight at Envy. Ed laced his arms around the slender, outstretched neck of Envy and collapsed back into the tub. Envy in flimsy form toppled from Ed's sudden appending weight, right into the bathtub.
It was rightfully a humorous muck. Envy, the demon that had slain many exculpatory lives, wives, children, men, and even the common family dog, was docile by a simple male child. His legs were parted, his hands resting on the brim porcelain, and his hair dripping from being waterlogged, shadowing his face. Droplets embracing his taut face descending to his navel bellybutton and abdominal muscles, his normally skintight exhibitionist clothes clinging enough to leave indentations. Envy watched the ripples settle through barely silted eyes, a grim frown placed on his water droplet dewed lips. Ed was cuddled by frequently popping bubbles on the other bank of the tub, questioning Envy deficiency of reception. Envy kept unstated, tongueless.
This child of a man he despised to no crowning death, was winning him over. The product of a woman who was as vivid as the lilies placed on her grave. Her name was the demonstration of faithful motherhood in soul form. He rendered her as an ordinary harlot surrendering for his father's kin passed down features, golden skin, hair, and eyes in all. True irony was that Trisha was a sanctum, a virginal woman, sacrificing feminism for children and a loved passionate husband. True irony and fate's satire was when Envy ended up with as a generate. His insults of Trisha portrayed his own, when animate mother. When he was a product of a cold-hearted egoistic woman of sin and surrounded by the ones who Dead let go. Homunculi, a complex word that many skirmished off has nothing more than a fairy tale but to those who knew the earnest things it was horrific. That was what he was, a being of holy terror. He was the very definition of the phrase, the kickoff, its sample, its creator. So why couldn't he kill this child? He had killed children before, it was easy. Envisioning tears rolling down chubby checks was simply alluring to him. It made him wonder if he was so ineffectual as a child, did he need his parents, did he need him.
Ed came swimming over and placed those nauseating wet, puckered hand against the interstice where Envy's heart was to be. "E'vy breathe plewse, if you don't breathe you get blue then go sleep," Ed pleaded in unlogical gurgles. Child, I have been dead for a long time. Envy didn't let the words glide by his lips, acknowledging that the words would cause a chain reaction of questions. Extending out, Envy pillowed his wet palm on the shivering blond head, ruffling the hair daintily. Envy dug his nails into the discretionary scalp, in scorned. He could leisurely compacting that attractive skull in one elegant crusade. Blood and brain matter would merge with the bubbles, it would be appetizing to the homunculi eye. Afterward Envy could go back to the dwelling house and never look back. Orders that were maintaining him back it was the leash on him. It was the thrust choking him, contusing his neck. Dante, it was all her fracture.
Moving his hand until it came in a link with Ed's check, Envy prospect to see indeed heartache eyes. Unshed tears now flowed down, popping the stray soap bubbles from impacting the water, came from Ed's eyes. With that Envy retrieved his mundane demeanor and gave a minor smack on the check, just to the index of making Ed shrink in tenderness. " Don't be a nimble with me, chibi. Now stand up we executed this little chore, we're going out, I have to find something."
Standing up himself, Envy exited the tub. His head still bowed not showing how the complicated emotions he was experiencing. Willing the water away, he now stood fully dry. Envy reached to the towel rack picking a chromatic, upbeat, utterly loathly welcoming emblazons towel. Even the towel he picked was a bit damp from Ed's actions, no matter it would suffice. Gasping the towel to manually dry the same for Ed as Envy had done for himself. Ed stood trembling from the temperature alteration of his new position and of the nude flesh coding him. Envy stretched out the fluffy yellow towel gesturing for Ed to romp to the warmth. Ed did has nonverbally told, stumbling out of the tub and sliding across the tile with his small slink feet. Tumbling in the inviting lavish despicable towel Ed fully wrapped himself, inclosing the towel by holding it up from the top. Masked up two uncomfortably positioned arms and an iridescent yellow towel Ed had uncanny perceives by sight to behold.
Envy snickered. Hearing the uncontrolled minimized rants of a predictable teenage alchemist upon hearing the words short or to the degree of it. Those rants would be played past the same lips, still immature and flamboyant, if they were to experience the comments of later years. Or the rave would spiel if he would remind himself how he reassembled a canary bird. Opening the cherry wood doorway, the steam lapsed out in a gust of fruity scent shampoo wind. Shuffling against the carpet Envy was too smug and aloof to lift his own feet, knowing he would pivot on his heel and swigging out and kick Ed back in desire to hear a squeal or outburst. Envy wanted to hear the old Ed, to feel the old Ed, and to break the old Ed. Instead he kept a focus on the clothes that had been laid out on the bed by himself earlier this morning. The pitter-patter of the accelerated stubby feet followed Envy and running directly into the back of his knee when Envy took a sudden halt at the bedside. A bouffant blue shirt, a navy blue-isolated jacket, the ever exotic white underwear, long black pants, a hat with a little fluffy ball on top, and little black snow boots were Ed outfit, due to the snow outside. The austere imagined of Ed totally wrapped in fabrics was a great deal of retribution for Envy. This was reducing Envy's requisite for afflicting anguish.
"Already brat, time to stop being a rebel and put on some clothes. I am tried of seeing your sick little ass, I'm not going to be accused of being a pedophile to you, you got Mustang for that," Envy aforementioned more misstated to himself than addressing to, the now struggling to get on the bed, Ed. Envy looked attentively with one inflated eyebrow as Ed tried to hike up the mountain of comforters and sheets. Ed gave up then started assisting his travel. Tossing the yellow towel up, Ed was left nude, making Envy go into another reassessment of his life or his nonliving life. The damp soiled towel flew up and fluttered in the air before touching down on the crisp sheets. Listening to the impact of fabric against fabric Ed gripped the side of the bed and clawed up the bed. Ed, once conquering his barrier to clothing rested himself on the towel, small pants breaking through his smile.
Envy stared at the child, his upper lips twitching slightly before sitting himself between Ed and his apparel. He picking up each article and placing it to fully cover its body part, Envy eased at the now middling project of dressing a nude Ed. Ed sat there confessing in mock protest to clothes but shifting his body to help Envy. The laughter was echoing off the walls in a cathedral equaling tone. Many of the by passers of the room retaining the two gave queer glances before either going about their daily routine or going into hushed whispers of the audio commentary presented to them on their travels. Envy didn't seem to care as he began to tickle the now clothed and air gasping, red beat Ed.
The joys of torturing Ed through playful batter died as Envy took note of just how red Ed's cheeks were. It also died when Envy had the advocate to transform his fingers into knives and really tickle Ed's insides, his organs. Relinquishing the small yet largely amusing prey Envy pick Ed up to begin their or his rather journey to execute the delegation set upon him. With the alteration to the casual black, human styled outfit adding on a jacket to fend off curious, awed bystander gazes from his lack of protection during winter, Envy was prepared. Rolling his shoulder and head to break in the new perceiving of less flesh nipping air, Envy turned back toward Ed. Ed was stilling watching him with the revolting adoring gaze, his feet swigging of the edge of the bed. The sight nauseates Envy farther, if possible as Ed stood of the sheets, outstretching his chubby arms, and moving his fingers in a constant movement to grasp an object. Ed wanted to be picked up.
Envy rolled his eyes and shook his head. His emerald locks sweeping the air, sometimes coming into contact with Ed's pink tinted nose. "No brat, you are a big boy. Big boys walk," Envy said speaking orally his deny of Ed's wanting to be nuzzled against Envy. Ed tilted his head to the side, processing the negative-based comment. Envy swayed his feet a tad closer to Ed, annoyed part imploring for no tears to weld up in those befuddled, coruscating golden eyes, his malice side forming fake tears in illusion of the pining of the real thing. A sparkle formed in Ed's eyes as he nodded jumping off his perch to the cherry wood door, leading to the mouth of the hallway. Reeling on his heels, Ed giggled, smiling to a sickening sight of preciousness. This blond, producing skid marks on the wooden floors was the definition of appealing to a mother, father or paternal figure but to Envy he was the every thing that Envy detested in life or one of the few.
Slumping his form and placing his hands in silk pockets, Envy walked toward the enthralled child in an unapproachable fashion. Envy drew his hand back then gave a slight blistering cuff across the dancing head. Then grasp the doorhandle exiting the room in angst. Never was Envy allowed the simple emotion, that every child can obtain in someway or form, happiness. Though Ed had been betrayed by that man that man who left him, he still had a life. A life that came with a mother who would stare at the clouds, the rolling green landscapes for a ponytail or a brown trench coat and a brother who followed his kicking dirt feet even when one foot hit the soil it gave a bootlick metallic ring and when he, Al has all ringing and no flesh. Ed was still loved. Ed had a life with a mother, a brother and a brief presence of a father. That was what Ed dreamed for even when Envy was a God, a temporary prophet to Ed. As soon he saw that coiling brown hair, pink attire sporting an ashen apron, or a metal clanging body he too would neglect Envy.
Envy had to idea how far his feet of ragging paces carried his now forced forward body but a set of arms circled his leg. The first sensation was of warmth of pure, untainted flesh, Ed's human arm. Unknown fingers lightly adhering to the back of his knee. The next appendage awoke Envy from his stun. It being metal, an unforgiving, sin-produced appendage, Ed's automail arm. The metal pinched his skin but went undiscovered as an arm cheek nuzzled into the back of his thigh. Turning his enraged face to tell off the known invader of his personal space, Envy grumbled. Just as the speeches aliened across Envy's lips he terminated at the sight of the boy. Ed was tranquilized in a sedated smile.
Through the name outcries, the smacks and slaps Ed was close to his side. "Come on E'vy, I am hun-gee," Ed said grasping Envy's draggling hand into his. He used the hanging limp arm as a pole as he twirled around until he was in front of Envy directly, in a dizzy state. Envy stared baffled at the dedication of this foreign child, swaying his head. Envy continued to foot significantly in a pace down the corridor to the entrance of the inn. Ed evading several inhabits
and objects, well in tow of his soulless guardian.
White. Vanilla. Winter's visual aspect and her perfume. Efflorescence winter was from the corpse of her diminished sister, fall. She blessed the ground through the skies. It was the blessing from the sky mourning the sins of her brother the land, plagued he was by the disease titled "humans." Snow. Her past tear drops latched itself to every little nook to the largest object in view. It looked as if the town was straddled in frosting. One may cerebrate this as celestial but as soon the wave of bitter cold tinged their bare skin it would draw the thought of lack of angelic gifting, instead the natural process of the mind to preserve body heat.
Envy stood out servicing the huddled masked people and the often descending snowflakes. Envy watched as a light-haired shadow ran from his side to the phantasmagoric, tempting landscape. Ed danced in the heart of the road, Envy would have convoked him back if the fear of cars was in impression. Ed stuck out his tongue lapping up the shards of artistic formed ice. The puffy clothed child giggled as passing snow nuzzled his head then faded into water puddles of past kisses. Envy distantly walked to where Ed stood, not intoxicated with the now mutual sight of that which is snow. While watching Ed the thought of just how brainless the child was past through his mind, how could something so insignificant as snow bring triumph to a child who was argumentatively angelic behavior? Envy cogitated as he stared skyward.
Revolving his gaze aside from the weeping sky, Envy walked to the slick, and showered side of the street. The houses that lined up against the matted pavement signed the roads as safe heaven to be traveling. Envy heard the crunching of the impact of his lightly moved feet and the patter of more labor steps behind him. Yawning in ennui Envy wiped a tear conveyed of from his vocal stretch. In the fugitive consequence of shutting his eyes, Envy saw that Ed was now in front of him. Ed had found a more eased way to move through the surrounding material. Jumping, Ed was jumping as high as his now craned legs could take him then impacted into another swallow amount of snow.
Envy observed the blond child's makeshift bunny hop in some parallel fashion ignoring treating street posts and resiant mailboxes. Envy watched on, smirking at the known outcome of Ed's ignorance to detail. Ed kept his luck for a good two minutes worth before bad luck knocked on his door. Ed crouched down in a swallow area of snow, locking his strained legs for another jump. He propelled himself upward and out by mere foot power in a fairly good distanced pile near a street lamppost. Ed disappeared. Ed had not hit the lamppost, opinion by Envy's hearing, a reliable source but he had hit a deep pile of snow. Ed was much like an anchor in water the blond was submerged fairly quickly. Envy snickered at the thought of shocked Ed, surround by walls of snow. The shock of change in temperature and surroundings probably was the reason of Ed's lack of verbal callings and wriggling.
Upon approaching the divot in the snow blanket Envy could hear the sounds of a whimper-crossed sniffle. Standing on the outer banks of the swallow snow, he peered down into the hole within the sea of ice. Huddled in the hole was his unmistakable blond burden. Envy smiled, "You, OK brats. You took a really nasty shock, ne?"
Ed faced upward, blubbering. "E'vy, I don't like being a big boy. It is cold and not nice. Plwease can you carry me?" Envy smirked and extended his fold arms out, grasping the slightly damp, clothed sides and pulled Ed out his snow cocoon. Like a puppy Ed shook the clinging snow from his hair and body, scrunching up his face in detachment. Envy placed the child on his shoulders, each of Ed's legs on either side of his head, cupping it almost. Tilting his head upward Envy's head hit a soft belly, staring up at the amusing sight of Ed rolling his nose, stray snow must have entered the pink tinted nostrils. Giving up on the task of fully freeing himself from the snow's hold Ed rested his limp head against Envy's head, his new pillow.
"All right brat, now that you have come to terms that adulthood is too hard, I will just have to take control," Envy said in an aristocratic, pompous tone, elevating his head to the sky as if he belonged with those unforeseen judgmental beings. The only response Envy heard were the soft snore escaping red, chapped lips. Envy growled lowly before continuing to a nearby cafe for Ed's now currently rumbling belly. As the vibrating soft flesh hit Envy ear, he questioned why had he given in to the demands or the request of a pleasurably disrupted Ed. When trudging through a practically dense part of snow, Envy got his answer. Ed was useless and pitiful just like the snow.
The laborers of the town were outside struggling through the snowfall was another pleasance view upon today. They too like Ed were wrapped in many fabrics to keep what fleeting
heat they could contain. Their body being hit repeatedly by incoming snow and ice shards. Still they after tumbling, skidding, or being slightly knocked back, they continued their journey. To families, friends or work they went without question. For them the just fall into the snow and a grave to take their place would make Envy even bring a prominent smile to his face.
The affectionateness of a fully functioning heater was the oasis that most of those towns people hoped for. The odor of properly made foods laced in sugar and salts were his smells. The child before him that was eating happily was his, well in a retrospect. Envy's amused smile flattered, his eyes narrowing slightly. Resting his elbow of cold marble Envy rested his cheek to eye the by passers of the cafe. The window began to fog his view, the only thing keeping him from killing these people. Now he was envious of these freezing people.
Now totally fogged from viewing, for the winter's winds howled in moans of torture. For the simple human it would be bone chilling, for Envy the snow littering on the ground was soothing. The chalking of utensils and the mindless daily chatter of home life took place of Envy's preferred human watching pastime.
Ed was too unfilled to pay any time to the devotion of watching Envy and his bipolar emotions. Envy turned to the blond who had been once again challenging Gluttony's intake of food in record time. The shavings of flying food skimmed across flush cheeks as the gulping and the less frequent intake of air sounded off Ed. Ed's show of hunger mingled with the buzz of the cafe. Envy was officially apathetic. He only had so many emotions so they tended to repeat themselves, boredom, anger, malice, sadistic amusement, and finally his name itself, envy.
The want of to find his target and subdue the calling to obliterate was surmounting to Envy. It was basic homunculi intentions to kill at their master's will but this mission was one of the few that Envy wanted to do, to kill. The increase of human inaction the past days was laboring on his lull control, whatever little sanity he could muster. Killing was envy that is what he had heard Sloth say once while they had a mock "family reunion." It a sense he had to agree, killing was another sort of envy for him. The last drawing breathes and the gaze of eyes as the pupils dimmed and the irises lost their gleam, how beautiful it was to merely see, to take witnesses to. The sound of organs giving last contractions, last pulses their whistling shot forward up the vocal cords and echoed out the mouth in screams, those were Envy's wet dreams. He was envious of his victims or just humans in general could die and see their creator, something Envy couldn't do. For if he saw his creator he would kill him then join his victims beyond those gothic arches and stone doors, the gateway.
Ed hiccuped from the fast intake of food. The sharp spiked sound earned the looks of surrounding people, enjoying their meals and their warm drinks. Ed earned coos from women on just how an adorable Ed was, how his chubby checks that looked much of that a newly born infant puffed, swelling with color at doing so. The men also smiled slightly in typical male fashion to down play joy. Much to Envy's increasing annoyance the viewers of Ed's adorable habits eyes turned to him. Sluggishly positioned in his chair, looking out the window was the viewer new interest. Envy. Envy could feel the eyes that shined in confusion, awe, or lust peeling at his clothes, his appearance, and caress his skin. Envy hated being watched. Envy had been the one to stalk, to parade around on his own terms. The feeling of others watching him when he felt, if possible inferior to their humanity made Envy growl.
Turning to the starers ready to snap obscenities, Envy caught himself seeing Ed standing in front of him. Looking confused Envy's eyes swiveled back to Ed's side of the table. Gone. This confirmed that the child before him was the one under his care. Looking back Envy raised an eyebrow in a silent question of Ed's new location, annoyed that Ed interfered with his expression of his building temper. Ed shifted back and forth in a nervous dance. He was expressing his nervousness to Envy's radiating behavior. Ed hated it when Envy was angry.
"Envy, can we go, I don't like it here, people keep looking at us," Ed spoke in a childish hush-hush whisper tone, his hand cupping the side of his face to project the statement only to Envy's ears, hopefully. Envy agreed, this was no longer a place he wished to be. Subjected to glances and murmurs -- human being such gossiping things -- for upon birth they wailed, greedy for air, gluttonous for the supernatural, the odd. Willing his legs to stand, to support the glow of pride. Mentally hissing like a cat submerged in water Envy glared at them. Many withdrew their eyes, slinking into the back of their seats. Other however blinked, pursed their lips or had the metaphorical balls to glare or wink suggestively back. Envy left them to wither away to bones and clinging fat, rolling skin. Envy let them sink into the layers of his hatred, for he hated them for humanity curiosity. To let them drown in flames, curling smoke and burn in black waters, hopefully he would be there to watch, to mingle his laughter with their screams. Envy hated humans more than their wet flesh.
With his estranged of humans piling on Envy began to regard for serenity, without Ed's alternative thrumming. Vamoose tunes of an old times, of a woman and her incestuous love, her disabled children and her story of covering it up. A rather iniquity narrative but with the upbeat tune and the rhyming choruses it so catchy that forget the plot of it all. Ed's humming stopped when another couple, a pair from the cafe exited eyes locked on Envy and his chibi alchemist. Smiling the girl blushed, leaning over to her boyfriend. They hoofed in hushed voices. In the ingenuousness of snow they were overshadowed. The couple passed and they continued, Ed humming discontinuing came apparent to Envy when they unconsummated his concentration. Gone with the landscape the couple of beings were. Why did they get souls he didn't? Shifting Envy planned on killing the couple, just a quick fix, just a small taste of what he had been lacking.
"I'm sorry." Envy's head snapped that the comment. Anger from the short time he spent with the humans getting to him, to his inadequate furnish of saneness Envy stopped his movement toward the expired couple, his bloodlust with them. Opening his lips, formed in venom, saliva frosting his lips, and his canines seeming to be ready to bite but Envy was cut off. "Their staring at me," Ed progressed onward. Ed's bangs shadowing his face, chubby cheeks more pink than the emblematic nipping of coldness. Ed was expressing grief. Just like last night Ed showed anguish just concealed in hair.
"Why would they be staring at you? What did you do? Chibi answer me," Envy's voice tone lower and pitched in expression of disappointment, mental confusion and criminating. Ed's eyes looked upon him. Golden irises overcast in murky tears, looking like tainted frayed snow. Snot was running freely down from Ed's nasal cavity. Ed licked his lips over the chapped cracks of his beaten lips, yapping up some snot into his small wobbling mouth. Shaking his small pitiful frame was, his pink lips formed muted words, phrases made incoherent by hiccups and shallow pants. Ed shuddered, Envy's anger building to his own body shaking, ready to draw his hand back and let his finger break into contact with Ed's reddened, winter sore face. He sniffled then using his shirt cuff as a makeshift tissue. Ed finally composed himself in a manner of speaking.
"I. . . it is because . . . I don't," slurring and stuttering Ed lost his brief in a place composer, lost it was back to the wood of hiccups and the sea of crystal burning tears. Envy grumbled bending down, dipping his nails into the stitch of his jacket. Pulling the limp body into a nearby alleyway Envy growled once again, a final time for what did Ed do. Envy made himself in position to be eye leveled with Ed, his knee jetting into Ed's inward and outward pushing bell with intakes and expelling of air. Envy wanted why, he doubted Ed did something but if he did, to the humiliation of Envy's pride, blood would freckle the snow. Ed if willing to keep the side of his face and his life, he had better answer. Envy believed staring fiercely. Glowering amethyst cat eyes met golden dolorous eyes, wincing from the nails breaking through his barriers of fabric to his raw flesh. Envy surfaced his mouth in another treat but finally Ed spoke. Through the scent of snow's vanilla tang Ed confessed. Though the roaring winds, groaning over the mouth of the alley, Ed spoke. And he spoke.
In a mewling tone, in a disordered sting of words, Ed wept convulsively amongst hiccups, " I don't look like you! I don't have dark hair, purple eyes, or that thingie of your leg!"- Ed targeted to Envy's crouched, bent leg -- " I don't look like aunt Ust or Swoth. I don't look like uncle Eed or Gunty. I don't look like big brother Wath! They are staring cause you're my mommy, and my daddy and I don't look like you!"
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