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~~Bella~~
I could hear Edward talking, and I could hear a distinctly female voice. I couldn't help but smile. Maybe even the housekeeping maid is asking him for an autograph or something. God, does he even know the effect he has on women?
I wanted my heart rate to slow. The way Edward touched me felt so calming, yet I was nervous at the same time. I sensed that he was anxious about telling me whatever was on his mind. An anxious Edward was a bit disconcerting; he was usually so in control, calm, but his intense glare and his captivating touch was making me feel particularly panicky and overheated.
I need to get the hell off this sofa and calm the fuck down.
I slowly peeled off Edward's soft black hoodie. I pressed it to my face. He must have had it cleaned by the laundry service in the hotel. It doesn't smell like him. I placed it on the back of the dining chair. I was more than warmed up after Edward's hand had caressed mine.
I walked into the little kitchenette and took two white china plates from the shelf. The lamingtons would go perfectly with some tea later. Yes, calming tea is what I need, and a mug to hold with two hands so he can't hold mine. I can't concentrate when he's touching me.
Did Edward drink tea? There's so much I don't know about him. Maybe he'd prefer a hot chocolate? I wish I had some delicious Aussie Milo.
Then I heard Edward's voice. He sounded tense. I had just placed the second lamington on the plate and looked up, when Rosalie Hale breezed into the living room.
She was radiant. She was wearing figure-hugging designer jeans, a tight-fitting sweater in a beautiful pale grey. It hugged her curves, brightened her aqua eyes while her hair, styled in loose, soft waves, looked like a halo under the bright halogen lighting.
"You can't make me wait until we stop filming in November!" She whined in a sad and desperate voice. "You just can't! That's too long, it's not fair. I can't stand it anymore! You're denying me something that I have to-" She stopped mid-sentence when she turned her head and saw me, gaping at her like a complete moron. I was stunned by her presence; in close proximity her beauty was breathtaking. Her words slowly sank into my consciousness. Edward followed close behind her, a pained look on his face. He was mortified, embarrassed, guilty?
"Oh. My. God!" Rosalie stopped dead in her tracks and stared at me, her radiant face turned dark and incredulous. "Is this why you turned your phone off?" She gestured towards me, spitting her words out in disgust. She turned her body fully to face Edward, and in a highly dramatic and accusing tone, she ranted at him in LA Valley girl screech.
"That's just like, fabulous Edward. Entertaining one of your fan girls, are you? How come it's always what you want? What about me? How could you! How could you be so...so -"
"This isn't what it looks like," Edward cut her off. I looked across at him. He didn't notice, his attention was fully on Rosalie. He was looking at her, explaining?
And then the cloud descended. The truth was staring me right in the face. I looked at them, standing close together, both inhumanly beautiful, breathtaking and perfect. Edward and Rosalie; the ultimate glamour couple.
They are together.
How in the fuck could I have been so mind numbingly stupid! Edward stepped even closer to Rosalie, his hair a disheveled mess, panicked. He is freaking the fuck out.
Why didn't he want me to know? Why? Of course, this is what he was trying to tell me earlier. He'd said he trusted me, trusted me not to let anyone else know?
His words, his casual intimate touches: that was him just being nice to me. All the while, they have been together, trying to keep their relationship a secret to ensure they had some sort of privacy.
From the pit of my stomach, the bile threatened to rise. I'm so fucking stupid. Edward Cullen will NEVER want me! Stupid, pathetic idiot!
I took a deep breath and with all my heart and all the will power I could ever hope to muster I looked into Edward's eyes and ignored the guilt I saw there. Was that anger I saw as well? Was he angry that Rosalie would even suggest that he was 'entertaining' me—one of his sad-ass fans?
Dignity, Bella; save him from this wretched misunderstanding. NOW!
"Hello," my voice sounded eerily calm. "It's nice to meet you, Rosalie. I'm Bella Swan, I...um, I wrote some lyrics for the song Edward wants on the soundtrack to your new movie." I stepped from behind the counter and held my hand out to shake hers. Rosalie ignored the gesture and scowled at me rudely. Could I blame her?
"I was just leaving." I said immediately. I put my head down and stalked passed her statuesque form and into the foyer.
"Bella! Don't leave." Edward gasped as he rushed to grab my arm.
Oh god. The static buzzing of his touch radiated throughout my body, stinging me, yet warming me. I closed my eyes, desperate to remember this feeling; the pleasure from his skin on mine, for the last time.
"Bella, please don't go, I need to talk to you." He sounded apologetic, distraught.
Hold it together for two minutes Bella, just two measly short minutes.
I slowly turned to him. I looked up into his eyes. Beautiful. Untouchable. He belongs to someone else.
I held his forearms, savoring the feeling of the buzz between us, the light dusting of hair under my fingertips, then I slowly glided my hands up his arms and around his neck. I leaned into his chest. His arms tentatively wrapped around my lower back. I couldn't help but breathe in his delectable cologne.
Pure selfishness, stupidity or shock, I have no idea. My body, not my brain, dictated that I had to touch him, one last time, feel his hard body against me, just once. That's all I could ever hope to have; a hug, to cherish, before I would completely shatter.
I will cherish this moment in my memories. Forever.
~~Edward~~
"I'm very happy for you." Bella's voice was low and sensual, her breath warm on my neck. My mind was swimming with desire and love.
Then she pulled away from me. She looked genuinely happy, her eyes glistening, wide, bright, and I couldn't help but smile back at her, in a fucking daze, because—even though I had been so riled up with rage at Rose's rudeness—Bella's touch, her warm hands on my arms and then around my neck, had instantly calmed me. I was blissfully serene.
I'm in love with you Bella.
She turned and slowly picked up her bag, opened the door, and was suddenly walking down the hall as I stood there in the doorway, staring after her in a euphoric haze. Her floral perfume permeated my mind. I felt the lingering warmth from her body against mine. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I watched her as she turned to step into the elevator, and I saw her profile briefly. I didn't imagine it; the most devastating look of anguish covered her face.
What the fuck?
It was like someone had slammed my body into a marble floor.
She's happy for me?
All of my previous words came flooding back: I couldn't wait for filming to end, I need to tell her something, I didn't want our friendship to change…
No, Bella!
She thinks I'm with Rosalie!
FUCK NO!
I clawed my fingers through my hair. My rage returned and increased tenfold.
I stormed back into the suite's living area. Rosalie was leaning against the kitchen counter, eating the dessert that Bella had bought for us.
I wanted to fucking murder her.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to sound in control, whilst inside I was seething. Just get rid of her, then go and find Bella, explain everything.
"Rose, I'd like you to leave, now!"
"So-rry I cock-blocked you, but really? Fucking your fans? It's so beneath you."
Rosalie was absolutely clueless and obviously didn't give a fuck about what she just ruined for me. My hands were clenched into fists, shaking in fury at my sides, then I raised my right hand to point to the door. "I'm not gonna listen to your bullshit, Rose! You have no fucking idea what you're saying! Leave now, before I completely lose it!" I barked.
She looked up at me, shocked.
"Don't you speak to me that way, Edward Cullen!" she screeched. "You will not keep blowing me off...I WANT EMMETT MCCARTY, AND I WANT HIM NOW!" Her face turned red and she slammed the plate with overwhelming force against the edge of the kitchen counter, shattering the porcelain into jagged shards, the pieces and Bella's dessert crashing to the floor at her feet.
She stepped forcefully over to me, her shoes crunching in the debris. "I always get what I want Edward, and not you or anyone else will stop me. He will be mine; you can bet your career on it!" She was practically spitting in my face as she turned around and stomped out.
I stood in shocked silence; my head spinning. My life had just gone from the ultimate high–sitting intimately close to Bella, our knees touching, holding her soft warm hand, about to tell her that I was in love with her–to complete an utter devastation at Bella's misinterpretation of my 'relationship' with Rose.
I rushed over to the table and switched on my phone. Rosalie had tried calling me twice and left me three rude text messages. Alice had left one message just a minute ago.
I called Bella's number. I have to tell her that she misunderstood. Her phone started ringing; my mind scrambled to think of the words to tell her that I was in love with her.
Fuck, I can't tell her over the phone! No, when she answers I'll tell her to go straight to the bar and I'll meet her there. I don't care who's in the bar, I need Bella to know that I couldn't give a flying fuck about Rosalie Hale. Bella Swan owned my heart.
She didn't answer. I ended the call and immediately tried again. Maybe it's on vibrate and in the bottom of her bag. Why doesn't she have voice-mail?
FUCK! I can't even go to her room, because I don't know her room number. I'd never bothered to ask her, I only knew it was on the eighth floor!
I hastily rushed into my bedroom and shoved my feet into my shoes, grabbed my wallet and ran out of my suite to go down to the concierge desk.
Thank fuck it's Mike.
"Mike, I need to speak to Bella urgently, and she's not answering her phone, can you tell me her room number?" I wasn't going to hide my desperation and I was going to be pretty fucking demanding if he refused to tell me.
"Mr. Paul, Miss Swan left the hotel less than five minutes ago, on foot," he sounded genuine, and he looked concerned.
"Did she...tell you where she was going?"
"No, I was on a call; she waved and nodded to me as she left. Is there something wrong?"
Wrong? Everything the fuck's wrong!
"We, I...there was a misunderstanding and I need to rectify it, immediately." I looked outside. I could see a group of fans, lingering beyond the glass doors; they were smiling and waving at me. Fuck, I can't even leave the hotel to go after her.
"Can I leave her a note; would you give it to her as soon as she returns? Can you call me as soon as she comes back through that door?" I was beseeching him. He looked perplexed and then he nodded his head.
"Certainly," he pulled out some hotel stationery and an envelope from behind his desk. "Just leave the note here for me, I'll ensure she receives it."
He dipped his head at me and stalked over to reception.
What the fuck do I write?
I stood there in an idiotic stupor. How can I write in words to tell her how I feel about her? How can I ensure she calls me when she gets the note? How can I convince her that Rosalie and I are not together?
Bella,
I need talk to you. Can you please, please call my cell or my room as soon as you get this note? I don't care how late it is. I really need to talk to you, I'll be going out of my mind until I do.
Love, Edward.
Fuck! I've totally fucked this up.
I folded the note and sealed it in the envelope. My hand was shaking uncontrollably as I wrote her name on the front. I stepped away from the counter and grasped my hair in frustration; I felt like a caged lion. I was frantic and worried. I needed to do something...anything, and I was trapped in this damned hotel!
My phone vibrated. Alice!
"Alice, Thank God! I fucked up! She's walked out of the hotel; she thinks that I'm with Rosalie. I don't know what the fuck to do." I was pacing in front of the concierge desk, gripping the envelope.
"Edward, calm down and listen to me. Are you alone?"Alice questioned.
I stopped walking and looked around. Several sets of eyes were on me and the group of fans outside had multiplied.
"No, I'm in the lobby of the hotel. I can't even walk outside to try and find her, Alice. I fucking can't deal with this shit, I can't - "
"Edward! Go up to you room, NOW!"
~~Bella~~
I stood in the lift in a daze. My chest hurt, my limbs ached. I was so angry with myself for ever thinking that Edward would want to be with me.
The doors slid open with a ding on level eight. I stood there, unable to walk, unable to physically propel my body forward into the hall.
The doors closed and I felt the lift descend.
Edward is with Rosalie.
It was so obvious to me now that he had been keeping it a secret so the media wouldn't find out. I thought of Rosalie's words. He was making her wait until after filming. Of course, once he finishes officially working with her on the film they could be together publicly.
Did she, is she breaking up with him right now, because she thought he was entertaining me...surely he would have told her about the song?
Of course she's not breaking up with him!
The door slid open and a middle-aged businessman stood waiting for me to step out of the lift. I was walking through the lobby before I knew what I was doing.
I looked up to briefly lock eyes with Mike. He smiled at me, I nodded and gave a half-hearted wave and kept walking out the glass doors.
The heat hit me like slap in the face. There were a few fans milling around, trying to blend in, but I just knew they were waiting to get a glimpse of Edward.
I kept walking slowly down Burrard Street. I didn't know what to do.
How could I ever face him again? How could I look him the eye and be happy for him when inside I was dying?
He was hiding their relationship from the media, I kind of understood that part, but he was hiding his relationship from Angela and Ben as well! Angela was so confident that Edward would never want Rosalie. Why would he want to hide it from his friends?
I stood stock still. I felt lightheaded. I bent forward, bracing my hands on my knees, sucking in deep breaths. The tears started dripping from my eyes and splashing on the concrete. I stood up, desperate to allow the air to reach my lungs, the tears now rolling down my face, stinging the dry burn on my skin from my blushed cheeks.
Edward is hiding Rosalie, just like Riley hid me.
He's no better than Riley.
I can't deal with any of this. I can't handle it. I will never be able to handle it. I couldn't let myself think about Riley. I couldn't comprehend any of it.
I kept walking aimlessly. I didn't want to go back to the hotel. I couldn't go to see Angela, she was out with her friends and she would definitely ask me what was wrong.
I didn't know anyone else in Vancouver that I could talk to, I couldn't tell anyone back home. I felt so horribly alone.
Edward wants Rosalie, he wants the lyrics, and I want my 'friend' to be happy.
I'll just email Irina in the morning and tell her to have the copyright signed over to Edward outright. I didn't want him to feel obligated to stay in contact with me. If he had full ownership of the lyrics, that would be that. He'd finish filming, record the song, and have it selected for the soundtrack, of that I had no doubt. He could be with Rosalie publicly and I would finish my novel and go back to Sydney. This whole experience would just be a distant memory in a few years.
My tears came hard and fast as I wiped at my nose with my hand.
I can't see him anymore. I won't go back to the purple bar. He can go on with his life as if I never existed.
~~Edward~~
I walked back into my suite and into the living area. The shocking remains of Rosalie's outburst lay strewn on the floor.
God, how in the hell could I have fucked this up so badly? I should have told Bella straight away, just blurted it out, damn the consequences. Now she's god knows where, thinking that I'm with Rosalie!
I looked at the dining table, the rest of the pizza sat there, cold, uninviting; the DVD menu still displayed on the flat screen, ready for me to hit play. I looked at the jagged shards of the broken plate and the squished chocolate and coconut mess that had been Bella's dessert for us; her special Australian dessert and I couldn't even remember the name of it.
I fished my phone out of my pocket. I promised I'd call Alice back as soon as I was alone in my suite, but I needed to try Bella again first. I called her number; it rang unanswered.
Then I saw my hoodie that Bella had worn briefly, draped over the back of the chair. Oh god, the faint hint of her perfume.
I inhaled deeply. Bella.
I need to find her. My phone vibrated.
"Alice, you have to help me. I can't comprehend what's going through her mind. I can only imagine how she interpreted my words before Rosalie barged in and started insinuating that Bella was just a fan I'd picked up, blatantly perpetuating the man-whore status that follows me around!"
"Edward. Please, you need to give Bella some time; she's probably confused and unsure of what's going on because you haven't told her that you love her yet. She's trying to deal with her feelings for you, and on top of all that, she's out of her comfort zone already because she's away from home and well, god Edward, you can be pretty intense and overwhelming."
"But Alice, I..."
"No Edward, put yourself in Bella's shoes. You've told her you don't get involved with people you work with, then Rosalie-gorgeous-Hale appears in your room. Any girl would feel threatened and insecure when Rosalie is around. If Bella believes that you lied to her and you are sleeping with Rosalie, her self-esteem is probably in the gutter."
My stomached clenched. Oh god, if Bella thinks Rose and I are in a sexual relationship, then how in the hell would she have interpreted my practically groping her in my drunken state two nights ago?"
"What do I do? I have to fix this. I need to be with her, I feel wretched when I'm not near her and not knowing where she could be is killing me."
"OK, stop right now Edward. I don't want you turning into some freaky ass stalker. You need to focus on what you want to tell her when she's ready to see you. Her feelings won't change for you, regardless of the misunderstanding."
Alice was right. But the thought of Bella believing that I was with Rosalie even overnight was simply unacceptable to me. "I just, I see Bella in my life, and I want it to happen straight away."
"I know," she sighed.
"I need to talk to her as soon as she's back." I stated. "I leave for LA on Friday. I have to speak to her before I go. I won't be able to cope with her thinking I'm away with Rosalie for four days and that we're, god, you know."
Alice laughed. "Yeah, I can imagine why that would give you the creeps. Why was Rosalie visiting you in your room anyway?"
"She has some twisted delusion that if I fire Emmett, she can hire him. He must be her latest fixation; she wants him in her bed and what Rosalie wants, Rosalie gets...usually."
"Talk about putting yourself in the firing line," she sighed. "Don't panic. You know the saying, love will find a way."
I smiled. Alice is a hopeless romantic.
"Thank you. I'm sure she'll call me as soon as she gets my note."
"Even if she doesn't, stay focused and give her some time to process it all. I'm sure once she has, she'll contact you. Be patient, OK?"
"OK," I sighed. Alice did have the uncanny ability to calm me.
"I'll let you go, in case Bella is trying to call you."
"Alright," I said, "Goodnight, Alice."
"Goodnight, Edward. I love you."
"I love you too."
I tried Bella's number as soon as I disconnected from Alice. It went unanswered again. Well at least her phone is on.
I crouched on the floor and started cleaning up the mess. The task was menial and calmed my mind, but I couldn't focus on anything else. Images of Bella's anguished face as she stepped into the elevator kept me anxious.
I called down to Mike when I had finished cleaning, to see if Bella had returned. She hadn't. Where is she? What is she thinking and what would she think when she read my note?
~~Bella~~
I slowly walked back to the hotel. I had no idea how long I'd been wandering around. As I neared the entrance there were even more of Edward's fans gathered. They were giggling and chatting on their phones, texting or tweeting. I couldn't help but overhear some of their conversations.
"Oh my God, can you believe he was, like, standing right there. He looked so amazing!"
"Did you see his jeans! There should be a fucking shrine erected to those jeans," they giggled.
I kept walking, my feet hurt. I looked at the large antique clock that hung above the lounges in the foyer. It was only just after nine. I walked straight to the lift.
"Miss Swan, Bella!" I heard Mike's familiar voice as he walked up to me.
"Hi Mike." I smiled. God, I hope my eyes weren't red from crying.
He looked concerned. "I have a note for you, it's from...Mr. Paul." he handed it to me. "He asked me to also call him as soon as you came back to the hotel."
I looked at the envelope and then ripped it open. Mike stepped back and averted his gaze as I read.
Bella,
I need talk to you. Can you please, please call my cell or my room as soon as you get this note? I don't care how late it is. I really need to talk to you, I'll be going out of my mind until I do.
Love Edward.
I folded the note and put it back in the envelope.
"Thanks Mike, um, I'd rather you not tell him I've come back. I think I'll just call him when I get up to my room. Thank you."
When I got to my room, I pulled the note out again.
I tried to think of why he would need to speak to me so urgently. Maybe he thought I'd tell someone? Was he scared I'd tell Angela? I remembered how he'd instantly called my mobile in a panic when I'd texted him telling him I was going to have a girly night with Angela; that was the same day he was meeting with the director about the song. Of course he wouldn't want Angela to know.
He had told me he trusted me, but he obviously didn't.
I felt faint again. The similarity to what I'd experienced with Riley was making images of him flash through my mind. I didn't want to have to deal with the memory of that pain, on top of my stupidity for even thinking, or rather hoping and fantasizing, that Edward would want me that way.
I'll just call him and tell him everything is fine, that I won't reveal his secret.
Then I broke down again in a heaving mess of hyperventilating sobs.
I can't call him. I can't speak to him. I'll break down, and he'll wonder why. He's so happy to be with her, with Rosalie. His smile was so heartbreakingly exuberant when I told him how happy I was for him.
I'll just leave him a note.
And then I thought about tomorrow, about trying to avoid him before he went on his publicity tour.
He still expects me to meet him in the bar every night, he said he wanted nothing to change...I can't, I can't see him.
And then one thought dominated everything else. I didn't want to be alone. I thought Edward was my friend, and now even that was in jeopardy because, once again, I'd gone and fallen in love with a man that I couldn't have. It was an odd sort of relief in a way, now that I knew Edward was with Rosalie. At least now he really is a no-go zone. At least I have a choice this time.
With Riley, I'd never found out he was still in love with Victoria until it was too late, until after I'd thrown myself at him.
Thank God I never did that to Edward. How mortified would I have been if I'd told Edward my real feelings for him? My stomach lurched just thinking about it.
I want my mum. Like the sad and pitiful teenager that used to pine over Riley. I wanted my mum's soothing words and moral pep talks about how there were plenty more fish in the sea, and if it wasn't meant to be then it was because my real, true love would come along one day and make everything else seem petty and ridiculous.
But my mum was on the other side of the planet. It would be pointless calling her, she'd just get anxious for me and insist I pack and fly straight back to Sydney, to home.
Home. Sydney.
Home. Forks, my second home. My dad - Charlie - was just a drive away.
I have a car, I can leave in ten minutes. I can be on the road and to Port Angeles in four hours or less.
My decision was made. I called the concierge desk.
"Hi Mike, I need your help. I need to get to Port Angeles, tonight. Can you let me know if it's possible to get a ferry this late? I'll be taking the car I hired."
"Is everything OK?" He sounded genuinely concerned and I couldn't help but smile. He's so sweet.
"Um, yes," I lied. Mike didn't need to know that I was mortified beyond belief. I couldn't tell him that I'd ever contemplated that an amazingly handsome and talented Hollywood actor would be single, available, and want to be with me. Moreover, there was no way I'd tell Mike that I was insanely in love with that actor.
"I just really need to see my dad in Forks and I want to get there as soon as possible."
"Bella, I don't think you'll be able to get a ferry at this time of night. Can you wait until the morning?"
"I just want to be on my way there already Mike. Can you see what you can do?" God, I'm even sounding like a whiney teenager.
"Of course, I'll make some calls and get right back to you."
"Thanks, Mike."
I hastily threw some clothes and a few toiletries into my overnight bag. I packed my laptop securely then I sat at the desk in my room and wrote Edward a note on the hotel stationery.
Hi Edward,
You don't need to worry, I would never dream of betraying your trust in me. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to reassure you that things won't change. I still want you to have the lyrics.
I hope you survive all the media and fans while you are away.
Bella.
I re-read it. God, it sounds so impersonal. I wanted to write that I would see him in the bar when he got back, but at this stage, that would be a lie. I felt like a fake saying that things wouldn't change when I knew they would. I wanted to be his friend, but it kind of seemed inappropriate of me to want to spend that time in the bar with him, knowing that the girl he really wants was in the same hotel and he was just killing time with me until he could be with her.
I reluctantly pulled my mobile from the bottom of my bag. I'd put it on vibrate before I'd gotten to Edward's room, not wanting to be disturbed. Well it's not like anyone but Edward or Angela really even calls me.
There were five missed calls from Edward. I didn't have voicemail; I elected not to use it. I thought if someone couldn't contact me they would try again. I switched the phone off.
Why is he calling me? In fact, why did he want me in his room anyway? Rosalie could have helped him with the script.
The hotel phone rang.
"Bella, it's Mike. I'm afraid I can't get you on a ferry tonight but I took the liberty of booking you on the ferry that leaves at five am from Twasswassen. I have a friend that manages a bed and breakfast there; you could stay there tonight then head to the ferry early. It means you could get to Port Angeles by nine and arrive in Forks by about ten or ten thirty tomorrow morning. Would that suit you?"
"Yes, Mike, thank you. That sounds perfect."
"OK, I have a map for you to find the B&B. Do you want me to book you a return trip?"
"Um, well, I don't know how long I'll be staying, so I'll look after that myself, thank you."
"That's my pleasure. Bella, Mr. Paul called down again; he is very anxious to speak with you. I didn't tell him you were back. I won't tell him, but he seems pretty distraught."
"I have a note that you can give him when I leave, OK? Please, I'd rather you don't tell him where I'm going."
"Of course, Bella."
"I'll be right down."
At the desk, Mike handed me the map with directions and documentation that I needed to catch the ferry. I fingered the note I'd written to Edward, hesitating. I wrote on the outside of the envelope 'Mr. Paul room 3401', then handed it to Mike.
Then I headed down to the basement. I looked at the hire car. Images flashed through my mind of Edward standing intimately close to me, touching my cheek with the backs of his fingers, 'I just love it so much when you blush like that'.
Silent tears ran down my cheeks. I opened the trunk and threw my overnight bag inside, then placed my laptop bag in gently. I need to be away from this hotel, everything here makes me think of Edward.
Everything will be alright when I see my dad, when I see Charlie.
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A/N: I know! Bella did a 'runner'. I think the whole situation reminded her too much of Riley… if you haven't had a chance to read Ellipsis yet
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