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So I promised a update this weekend so here it is! And since you all are amazing followers I wrote a extra long chapter- 5,500 words isn't that bad is it? ;)

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Clarys pov

I flattened the flower patterned dress over my curves as I stared wide eyed at myself in the mirror. I had walked back into Izzy's room without actually having a look at myself so when I did in her room, I was speechless.

"It suits you," Izzy commented, smiling brightly as she came to stand next to me but far away enough to keep out of reach of me.

"Thank you," I whispered, eyeing the dress in the mirror. "I haven't really worn a dress or a skirt since…" I swallowed hard and looked away.

A frown crossed her face; she obviously knew what I was talking about. I wore one on the night of the bus incident when I got sexually assaulted. "Well you should wear them more often because you look really pretty in them," she smiled, ignoring the commented about that night.

I smiled up at her before walking over and sitting on her bed. "I like this," I admitted quietly, as I looked over to her.

"Like what?" she asked, walking over and placing herself against the head board of her bed and hugged a pillow against her.

I shrugged and smiled. "I've never actually had a friend who was a girl. It's nice to be able to talk about things that would make Simon feel awkward if I bought them up with him," I laughed slightly.

"I like this too. Now…could I maybe do your hair?" she asked, the tone in her voice shook with unsureness. "I promise I'll only touch your hair, but you can say no, I'll understand."

I swallowed. Of course I was unsure if I was capable of letting someone touch me again so soon after I had already pushed myself to do it with my mom. I needed to do this though, I wanted to get better. I didn't want to be afraid anymore, I won't…I won't allow myself to let Raphael rule my life anymore. I nodded my head slowly. "If you want…my hair is always hard to brush though being curly and all," I said unsurely.

Izzy smiled a toothy smile. "I don't mind! I haven't dressed someone up since the night Jace got drunk and passed out…Man, I should have taken a picture of him so I could have shown you. He looked priceless," she smirked as she leant over and grabbed her hair brush off her bedside cabinet and placed herself behind me. Placing a hand on my hair, she positioned the brush in my hair and bought the brush through my curls. "Is this okay?"

"I'm fine," I assured her. To be honest, I was one hundred percent fine with her brushing my hair. My body seemed to relax into the brushing instead of cringing to get away from it. I smiled. "Carry on."

After ten minutes of brushing, arranging my hair and talking about her date with Simon, Izzy finally had my hair like she wanted-A messy bun on top of my head with a few red locks left out to frame my face. "Perfect!" she exclaimed.

I looked in the mirror and saw the complete opposite to how I have been looking lately. My pale skin had colour to it, my lips were no longer in a frown and my hair was in soft curls on top of my head. "I think you did great, I actually look…good," I laughed at myself.

Shaking her head, she chuckled. "You always look good, you nob," she commented, as she stood up and strolled over to her Jewry stand and picked up a necklace. "Come here."

I rolled my eyes. "You're so demanding," I stated sarcastically.

"Mmhm," she smirked as I strolled over to her. She placed the necklace over my head causing it to fall against my chest. It was a simple necklace with a single love heart hanging at the end of it. "Now you're complete!"

I smiled. "I am, now I can go to the cop station looking stylish," I said sarcastically.

"That's the spirit!" she chirmed laughing. "Now come on, I'm starving."

We walked out of her room talking about her date with Simon and their upcoming one. Once downstairs, we walked into the kitchen to find our parents there sipping away on their coffees, looking serious.

"Clary, we need to head to the cop station now," mom said softly.

I nodded, and looked over to Izzy who stood there frowning. "Okay. How long will they keep us there?" I asked, looking back at mom.

"I don't know sweetie. As long as they need us I'm guessing," she commented, walking over to the sink and placing her empty coffee mug in it.

"Does Jace need go in for questioning too since they know about the other encounter?" I asked, looking over to Maryse and Robert.

Maryse shook her head. "They didn't ask for him so he doesn't need to go in," she said in her formal voice.

"Hell yeah I do. If Clary's going, then I am," Jace's strong, musical voice spoke up from behind us at the foot of the doorway. Turning around, my eyes locked with his instantly and for a moment I saw his eyes take in everything from my dress and to my hairdo, his mouth slightly dropping before quickly snapping out of it. I heard Izzy snicker beside me.

"I knew he'd like it," she leant into me and whispered so I could only hear.

"Jace, this is Clary's and her parents business, not yours so I'm sorry but you can't go," Maryse said sternly.

"And what? This is my business too because the only reason this messed up lunatic is going after her is because of me," Jace said firmly, his temper boiling. I stepped back towards him and placed a comforting hand on his arm while looking back at Maryse.

"I would like Jace to come, I feel more comfortable talking about all this with him," I said softly.

"Yes, I understand that," Maryse said calmly, but firmly. "But even if he did come, the police wouldn't allow him to come in with you for questioning."

"Tough crap, I'm going with her and that's final," Jace said, his voice still boiling with anger.

In the corner of my eye I saw Robert shake his head. "Maryse darling, it's quite obvious that Jace cares for Clary and feels the need to protect her," he said strongly to Maryse before turning and looking at Jace. "It's fine for you to go only if Luke and Jocelyn agree that you can."

"Of course he can," mom spoke up quickly, giving Jace a reassuring smile.

"Robert!" Maryse said shocked.

"Darling, if I was in his position I'll be doing the same," he said surely looking at Jace while he was talking. "It takes a lot to face that a problem is there because of yourself and it takes even more to be able to be the one to try stop it, and for that I'm proud of you my son."

I felt Jaces tense arm loosen as he smiled warmly at Robert. Jace didn't say anything; he didn't need to because of the look that was on his face. He had all the respect for Robert and you could see in his eyes that he looked at him as nothing less than his father.

"Right we better go," Jocelyn said, clapping her hands together before turning to Robert and Maryse with a soft smile. "We'll have him home after the cops are finished."

"Thank you Jocelyn," Robert said his voice strong but friendly.

Walking over to us, Luke gave me a small smile. "Come on kiddo, let's get this over and done with," he said in almost of a whisper.

Following behind Luke, I looked at Izzy who seemed to have an amused grin on her face. Seeing me looking, she winked at me. "Already fighting with mom over you. He's hooked," she whispered into my ear.

Pushing her away from me softly, I poked my tongue at her. "You're just mean," I whispered back sarcastically.

Laughing, she left and headed to the fridge to make herself something to eat. Turning back, I noticed Jace looking at me with a eyebrow raised, questioning what that was about. I grinned at him before pushing him out the doorway.

"Hey," he protested with a smirk.

"Well you weren't going to move anytime soon so I thought I'd give you some help," I whispered, smirking back up at him. I looked around the hallway quickly noting how mom and Luke had just walked out of the front door.

His smirk grew as he placed a hand on my lower back and moved me forward out of the site of the kitchen. Leaning down, he took one of my locks in his hand. "You looked beautiful today, not that you don't every day, but…wow," he whispered, touching the soft material of the dress.

"Izzy decided to give me a makeover," I grinned up at him.

"Remind me to thank her later on," he whispered whiling bending down and looking around for anyone before placing a quick butterfly kiss on my cheek.

Smiling, I watched him pull away. "Come on, we better not keep your parents waiting," he winked at me.

Shaking my head at the tingling feelings of butterflies exploding in my stomach I walked on in front of him, feeling his steps close behind mine. Once in the car, my smile remained there as we drove silently to the cop station.

At the cop station, cops stood around talking about certain crimes or about the amount of paper work that was piling up on their desks while drinking their strong, black coffees. We sat patiently in the waiting area for Detective Starkweather to come get me, the longer I seemed to wait for him, the more nervous I became. What sort of questions will he ask me? Surely I answered them all last night, wouldn't I have? I argued mentally to myself. When will this all stop? When will they catch Raphael so I can start living a normal life again? Is that so much to ask, to live a normal life again? So many questions so little answers.

I felt a graze against my hand and a soft squeeze. Looking down, I saw Jaces tanned, strong hand covering mine. "It'll be okay," he whispered a promise at me.

I glanced up at him and looked into his gold, sincere eyes. I nodded, giving him a forced brave smile. Turning my hand over, I clutched my hand onto Jace's, holding it tightly as if he would just disappear and leave my side if I didn't.

"Clary, glad you could make it," Detective Starkweather voice popped up from the murmur of the other cops. I looked up and noticed how he stood right in front of us. "I trust you all had a safe sleep?"

"No thanks to you," Jace mumbled next to me.

"What was that Mr Lightwood?" Detective Starkweather turned to Jace, eying him up.

Jace rolled his eyes. "I thought it was part of your job to protect people?" he questioned firmly.

"And I'm doing all I can to do that. Clary's safe," Detective Starkweather said formally but firmly.

"Then tell me this, what would you have done if that lunatic had came back last night and actually caused physical harm? Wouldn't people start questioning your actions?" Jace said, letting my hand go and folding his arms across his chest.

"I have a feeling you don't like me much, Mr Lightwood," Detective Starkweather questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Jace cocked his head to the side. "And what makes you think that? Is it my continuous questioning whether you actually know how to do your job properly?"

"Right, fresh air is needed!" Luke spoke up quickly and stood up, turning to Jace. "Come on, Jocelyn will stay with Clary."

Jace's eyes never left Detective Starkweather, his eyes questioning his as he stood up. "Alright," Jace said calmly before looking down at me. "I'll just be outside."

Standing up myself, I gave him a soft smile. "I'll be okay," I half whispered.

Reaching out, he tickled the inside of my palm before silently following Luke out of the building. Watching him leave, I then remember Detective Starkweather. Turning back, I gave a brave smile. "Shall we?"

He nodded grimly, before leading us to an interrogation room. Once inside, a single table and chairs sat lamely in the middle of the room. "Please have a seat," he indicated for me and mom to sit down opposite him.

Nodding, we took our seats opposite him. "Right," he said, shuffling through some papers. "I've revisited the bus incident, and also earlier this morning I visited the guy that was caught from that night. He didn't let on that he knew anyone with the name of Raphael but I'm certain with more questioning he will let up and maybe give us a last name."

"So do you think you have a good chance at catching this guy before he breaks in again or does worse?" Mom spoke up.

Detective Starkweather was silent for a moment and in that moment I started feeling uneasy, and a cold shiver made its way up my spine. "We're doing everything we can," he said finally.

I frowned. "So you're not even certain this won't happen again?" I questioned. "Do you even know how to catch this guy?"

"I assure you that I do," he said formally before shuffling in his papers again. "Right, can you remember anything else that you may have missed out on telling me last night?"

I shook my head. "I told you everything," I assured him.

"When he was talking to you last night, did he mention anything about himself?"

I shook my head again. "Why would he? He knows he will get caught if he did, he doesn't sound stupid."

Detective Starkweather wrote down something on a notepad. "Guys like him are tricky to catch due to not knowing exactly what their game is," he said. "We know it has something to do with Jace, but there has to be something else to it."

"Then why not talk to Jace about all this as well?" mom asked.

"Because Clary is the key to finding this guy because he's using her to get to Jace," he answered, without looking up as he wrote some more notes down.

"But that doesn't mean he won't just go for me. Jace is in danger and who knows who else," I commented, twisting my hands together. "So why aren't you doing more?"

"We can't do anything more unless we know more, Clary," he said formally.

"Well quite frankly, I'm starting to agree with Jace," I said quietly but surely.

Detective Starkweather looked up from his notepad. "Cases are like puzzles, we can only piece them together with all of the pieces, and that's what I'm doing I'm finding the missing pieces," he said.

I smiled inside my head thinking about how Jace would have remarked back how corny Detective Starkweather had just sounded. I just nodded.

"Can we go now?" mom spoke up finally. "I know you have questions, but this isn't helping anyone especially when you haven't gotten anywhere with trying to find this guy."

"That's why I need to ask Clary questions," he stated.

Mom held up her hand. "And you can when you have more of a lead. My daughter needs to only hear the positive not how you have no lead," mom said firmly, standing up. "Call if you find anything else."

Following moms lead, I stood up and followed mom to the door, but was stopped by Detective Starkweathers voice. "Clary?"

I looked back and saw him holding out a card to me. "Call if you have any questions."

I took the card slowly, and nodded, placing it into the side pocket of the dress. I turned back to mom who stood watching. "Goodbye," I said politely.

Outside we found Luke and Jace sitting at a bench at the side of the road. Jace had his head down nodding at what Luke was telling him. They seemed like they were deep into conversation as we approach them

"What are you two talking about?" mom asked them as we got up to them.

They turned quickly; obviously shocked we were out so fast. "What are you guys doing out so early? You've only been in there for like ten minutes," Luke asked standing up and placing a comforting hand on moms forearm.

I looked down at Jace who stared back at me, questioning the same thing Luke had just. "He only wanted us to repeat what we said last night and well, I think we, Clary especially, needs to just have a day where none of this is a worry," mom stated.

I smiled at mom. She was right. I needed a day where the only worry I had was what I was going to wear or what I was going to do. "I like that idea," I chirped.

She smiled at me before looking at the other. "Should we go to the mall? There's this great frozen yogurt place that I haven't been to a while," she asked.

"Sounds like a plan darling," Luke said with a smile.

"Will you be okay with going to the mall, because they'll be a few people there?" mom asked worriedly to me.

I shrugged. "I have to take a step out of my comfort zone, right?" I saw in the corner of my eye Jace smiling softly.

"Should we walk there? It's only a block or so anyway and it's quite a nice day for one," mom stated, grabbing hold of Luke's hand.

Nodding, they smiled at me before starting to walk along the sidewalk. Jace came up to me, our hands brushing for a moment. "Ready?" he asked me in a whisper-like tone.

I nodded, pinching his hand softly. Smirking down at me, his eyes glowed before biting his bottom lip as we walked on, our arms brushing slightly as we did.

At the mall, people rushed back and forth carrying their multiple shopping bags trying to find their next 'big sale.' We swayed around them, trying to keep out of their path, and before we knew it, we had made it to moms frozen yogurt place in no time and ordered before sitting at a booth.

With Jace beside me and mom and Luke opposite us we ate our yogurt and spoke about nothing of great importance. It felt great to just talk about anything for a change. It lifted the heavy blanket of the issue with Raphael off my chest. I smiled and laughed, so did Jace. I couldn't help but notice the chip in his tooth when he smiled, causing me to smile back thinking of what he had done to get a chipped tooth. Mom and Luke spoke about their idea to extend the book stop and add some of mom's paintings in it. It was a risky idea because what if they didn't sell? But I had all the hope in mom and knew they'll sell because she was amazing at what she does.

"You know, this beats hanging out at a cop station any day," I smiled at mom.

"I agree. Yogurt is pretty good, especially frozen," Luke grinned.

"Anything would be better than hanging with Detective Starkweather," Jace commented.

I turned to him and grinned. "That's because you don't like him," I pointed out with a laugh.

He smirked at me and turned to Luke. "Luke's with me on that, aren't you?"

Luke looked at Jace with raised eyebrows before nodding with a sure grin on his face.

"So what, you two are buddies now and agree with one another because you've spent time together?" I teased.

"What do they call that…Uh, yes. Boy code. You won't understand," Luke said sarcastically while Jace burst with laughter.

I looked at mom and she had the same expression on her face. "You two are weird," she said slowly.

"I agree with mom," I said before leading in and adding, "its girl code."

Jace and Luke laughed more causing me to snicker while mom tried to hold back a growing smile.

"Jace?" A oddly familiar voice popped up behind us.

We all looking around at where the voice came from and I seemed to freeze with shock. I never thought I'd see this girl again. Standing there was the girl from the bus incident, holding a guy's hand, obviously her boyfriends.

"Maia," Jace said, giving her a smile as he slid from the booth and giving her a quick hug.

Letting go of the guys hand, Maia returned the hug before pulling back. "This is Jordan, my boyfriend," she smiled brightly at the guy, Jordan, beside her.

Stepping forward, Jordan offered Jace a hand. "It's nice to meet you, Maia told me about you and you know…about that night," he said calmly, his voice strong.

"I'm sure she has," Jace said, taking his hand and shaking it before stepping back and looking at us. "This is Clary and his parents Luke and Jocelyn."

Maia's brown eyes landed on mine and smiled shyly. "Hi, it's nice to see you again," she said softly.

Standing up, mom and Luke smiled softly at us. "We have something to do so we'll leave you guys be for a while," mom said.

I looked at mom and smiled. As they left, Jace slid into the booth beside me while Jordan and Maia slid opposite us. "So how are you?" Maia asked me quietly.

I smiled and looked at Jace before answering. "I'm getting there," I said, looking back at her. "I feel more like myself."

Maia's smile grew. "That's good. I was going to contact you after the accident but I didn't know whether you'd want to see me," she said honestly.

I shook my head. "The thought was still there."

Maia nodded, before looking between me and Jace. "I see this one didn't leave you alone though," she teased as she pointed to Jace. "I swear if people were drugs, you'd be his."

Jace laughed beside me. "You can stop with trying to embarrass me Maia, Clary already knows how I feel," he stated.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You told her?"

He shrugged, a small smirk growing on his face. "Nope, she guessed."

"Wasn't hard either, you spoke enough about her as it was," Maia pointed out.

Jace shook his head and turned to Jordan. "Is she like this towards everyone?"

Jordan smirked and looked at Maia with loving eyes. "Pretty much," he sounded.

The conversation went like this for a good ten minutes, and in those ten minutes Jace had inched closer until he had his arm wrapped around my waist, his hands entangled with mine at my side. We had chosen not to mention Raphael to Maia because it'd be unjust to bring her into this mess when she had just gotten over the bus accident herself.

"You know, we should go on a double date. It'll be fun," Maia said looking between us.

"We're on a down low for the time being," I spoke up, feeling more confident talking in front of her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because our parents don't want us together. They think it'll be bad for my recovery," I retold.

"That's crap," Maia frowned.

"Should we go find your parents now?" Jace said, looking at his phone. "I should be getting home soon. Maryse will be having a fit."

I nodded and stood up along with Jace. "It was nice seeing you again," I smiled at Maia while Jace said goodbye to Jordan.

Maia smiled up at me. "Jace has my number. Text me and maybe we could do this again?"

I nodded and smiled back. After saying goodbyes, Jace lead me out with a hand on my lower back. I felt more relaxed than I had when I first had come to the mall, and I guess the talk with Maia helped with that.

While searching for mom and Luke, I looked up at Jace, remembering something I was meant to ask. "Jace?"

"yes?" He looked down at me with a small grin.

"What were you and Luke talking about when me and mom were in the cop station?" I asked, slowly.

"You," he said simply as he looked around for my parents.

"What about me?" I asked nervously.

Closing his eyes, he stopped walking and pulled me in front of him so I was looking up at him. "Please don't kill me," he said slowly.

"What did you do…" I asked confused.

"I sort of," he began, running his hands through his hair nervously, "told Luke I had feelings for you."

"Jace!" I exclaimed, shocked. Panic started to form. "He'll tell mom, and oh gosh…they'll make me stop seeing you!"

Cupping my cheek in his palm, he tried to calm me. "Come down baby," he said in a whisper of a tone. "He was the one to assume I had feelings for you, and I just confirmed his assumption. I guess he saw the way I looked at you or something… But don't worry; he said he won't tell Jocelyn."

"Why?" I asked slowly, my panic calming as his thumb rubbed my cheek.

He bent down to my eye level. "Because he was once in the same position I am, but with your mom, so he at least wanted to give me time to prove myself," he spoke softly at me.

"You don't need to prove anything to anyone," I said firmly.

He smiled, before dropping his hand from my cheek and took my hand. "Come on, we should go look for your parents," he said with a smile.

"Okay then," I said simply, before letting him pull me along to find mom and Luke.

We found mom and Luke at a hardware shop buying some tools. After paying for them, we agreed to call it a day. Walking back to the car was peaceful and calming. While in the car, I snuck a few glances from time to time at Jace and tried to hide my smile. Even though bad things are happening, good things seem to be just around the corner.

Once we pulled up at Jaces, we said a quick goodbye and Jace shot a wink at me before heading towards his house. It wasn't until we were driving off when my phone signalled a text message.

I had to try to control myself from giving in and pulling you in for a kiss just then, you are so beautiful. Please keep safe. ~J

Jaces Pov

Today, minus the cop station, had been an amazing day. Waking up beside Clary in my arms was the best feeling and knowing that she was mine was an even greater feeling. I feel like some cheesy ass grinning so much but I can't help it, not after the day I just had.

Walking into the house after Clary and her parents had dropped me off, I first stumbled into Izzy who stood at the foot of the stairs grinning with amusement. "You're so hooked like I wouldn't even be surprised if she had you whipped already," she commented with a low chuckle.

I couldn't help but grin. "You're just jealous," I commented sarcastically, folding my arms across my chest.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be jealous? I've told you plenty of times that I like guys Jace! Just because Alec is gay, doesn't mean I am," she commented firmly.

"You're such a nitwit," I laughed. "I meant you're jealous because I'm with someone amazing while you're still trying to get with rat face."

"Oh," Izzy said nodding her head before her eyebrows joined together and her head snapped up. "Hey! That's not nice."

My head fell back with laughter. "You know he's not going to be happy that you agreeing with that," I teased.

"You're an absolute ass, Jace," Izzy groaned.

"I've been called worse," I smirked.

"I'm sure you have," she pointed out.

Laughing, I moved around her. "I'm going to the library," I said, retreating up the stairs. Walking down the hallway, I made my way to the library with ease before opening the door and letting myself in and headed over to the piano that sat near the far away corner.

At the piano, I lifted the lid and ran my fingers over the keys pressing certain ones so that the room echoed their notes. Smiling to myself, I placed myself on the piano stroll and closed my eyes as I slowly played the keys until a tune became evident and the song became clear. I hummed to the song as I let the noise of the keys be the only sound in the room-

"Jace?"

I stopped and opened my eyes before turning around on the stroll to see Max standing there with a parcel in his hands. "What do you have there, Buddy?"

He looked down at the parcel in his hands and frowned. "It's for you," he said unsurely.

I raised an eyebrow. "No one told me anything came in the post for me," I said.

Max shook his head, his brown locks swaying on top of his head. "I was playing outside this afternoon when you were out and a man came up to me asking if I could give this to you," he said sounding confused as he did.

A cold shiver ran down my spine and fear for my little brother erupted in me. Jumping up, I almost ran over to Max and grabbed the parcel before lowering myself to his level. "What did the man look like, Max?" I asked urgently.

He shrugged. "He seemed different…like creepy different and I didn't like that," he said honestly.

"What did he look like, Max?" I asked again even though I knew deep down in my gut who it was.

"He had black hair…and his eyes were black too. He looked old," he said trying to remember what he looked like but it didn't matter, those little pieces of information confirmed for me who it was.

I took hold of Max's arms softly so he would look at me. "Max, I need you to promise me that if you ever see that man again you'll get away from him right away, even if you saw me with him you need to promise me you'll stay away from him," I said urgently.

He searched my eyes with his wide, blue ones. "Is he the one everyone is talking about being dangerous?"

"Max, promise me," I said more urgently this time.

"I promise," he finally said.

I let out a breath and looked down at the parcel that I still clung onto. "Good, now don't tell anyone about this parcel, okay? It's our little secret," I said softly at him.

He nodded. "You won't get hurt right, Jace?"

I smiled at him and stood up. "Don't worry about me," I assured my little brother. "Now go help mom with tea or something, I need a minute to myself."

Max just nodded and lowered his head. Walking back over to the door, he gave me one last look before sliding through the doorway.

Once the door was closed, I looked at the parcel in my hands. I strolled over to the sofa that was placed in front of the still fire place and sat down. Taking a deep breath in, I looked at the written details on the front and saw nothing. Opening one end of it, I slipped my hand carefully inside and felt a semi crunched up piece of paper and something soft... My heart raced dangerously as I ripped the item out of the parcel. Holding it in my hands, I examined it. It was an item of clothing, but the problem was what the item was. Holding them up, my heart seemed to stop for a moment as I stared at the pair of bonds underwear in my grasp. I let them drop from my grasp knowing exactly who they belonged to. I rummaged through the parcel and retrieved the crunched up paper.

Flatting it out, black, typed out words were placed on the middle of the paper. My eyes flew across the words- Not only is she feisty, but she smelled good too. I see why you want her so much. So since I've had some fun with her already and I'm a generous guy, I'll let you have some fun with her, for now, but I'll be back for another turn-Remember sharing's caring ;) I read the very last line before crunching it and throwing it to the ground, anger ripping through me. I shook my head he wasn't going to win, I won't let him.

The final sentence in his letter ran through my head once again: I'll be seeing you very soon Blondie.

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