So, this story was originally a project for school, but I decided to post it on here ! I am really proud with the work I have done, but I know that it is a different kind of Fanfiction than most people are used to, as it is based around an original character. I hope you give it a try and enjoy!

P.S: Some of the information about ALS in here is not accurate...I'm not a doctor! XD

It was well past midnight, the city was alive with light and colour, sounds of society spilling onto the street he was on, briefcase in hand. Connor Evans knew he should've gone home early, but he had wanted to get his work done. If he didn't organize the volunteer groups for building new, affordable homes on Central City's streets, a lot of people would be left homeless.

Once he arrived at the bus stop, illuminated only by a dim street light, he sat down, exhausted. He hadn't walked far, why did he feel so weak? Why were his legs so tired, so sore? Thinking back, he's been like this for a while, but he never thought twice about it.

He took a quick glance at the schedule for the bus, and inwardly groaned. The bus would arrive in over two hours. So, he could either call a cab, who was probably tired and wanting to go home to their family, wait a couple of hours, or walk home, a long, long walk.

"I don't think the bus will arrive anytime soon." Connor whipped his head around, and saw a man behind him. He wore a grey fur coat, fitted with large pockets. In the left pocket, he could faintly make out the outline of a gun, and gulped, fear gripping his heart.

Okay, calm down, Connor, he told himself, trying to calm down. You're scared. That's okay, it's what's expected in a circumstance like this. Now, you have to be brave, get rid of the fear. Then, face him and give him your money.

"Can I help you?" Connor asked, standing up. The man stepped further into the light, and now, seeing his pale grey eyes and black hair, he knew that this was Wolf, an average criminal that no one, not even The Flash, has caught. No one was sure if he had powers, but Connor wasn't about to ask.

Wolf pulled out the gun. "I noticed your incredible...talent. You're coming with me."

"Talent? What do you mean? He asked, and Wolf gestured to the bench. Connor quickly studied the wooden bench, and saw that it was shinier than normal. Was it repainted? Or was it actually metal and he hadn't noticed before?

Before he could respond, Wolf grabbed him and pressed the gun to his throat, his stinky breath making Connor gag.

"Amunet is looking for metas like you to sell. I could get a fine payment for you."

"Actually, that's not going to happen." Both men turned and saw a figure standing tall, positioned behind them. In the low light, Connor could tell that it was The Flash, his sleek suit and lightning bolt ear pieces proving this fact.

"Let him go, Wolf, and I might put in a good word for you at your trial." His voice sounded bold, hero-like, and Connor somehow knew that that was how The Flash's voice would sound like. He has never truly seen The Flash before, he had only heard the stories and seen the photos.

"Flash, there is going to be a body tonight and it's not going to be mine." Wolf replied, cocking the gun that was still pressed against Connor's throat. Connor closed his eyes, accepting his fate. If this was the way he would go, at least he wasn't begging to be saved. He always wanted to go down strong.

At least I had a good life. He thought, but the bullet never came, instead, in what felt like a burst of wind, his feet were taken off the ground and placed down a moment later. He opened his eyes, and saw Wolf laying on the ground across the street, with The Flash standing over him. Frantically, Connor looked around, and realized that he was on the other side of the street, while the other two men were across from him. He soon concluded that The Flash had run him away from danger, away from death, and had knocked Wolf out.

Connor began to slowly make his way back to the bench, where The Flash was putting cuffs on the criminal, hoping to thank the hero before he could run off. But, he found that his legs were weak, and with one more step forward, that they couldn't hold up his weight. He stumbled forward, catching himself at the last minute.

"Are you okay?" The Flash asked just as Connor's legs completely gave out, making him fall down onto the unforgiving concrete street.

That's the last thing he knew before he blacked out.

Connor woke up to a bright light, a soft bed. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was in a hospital, one that...had a big room with computers beside it? Where was he?

A woman walked in, one with long brown hair and kind eyes. She wore a lab coat and a bright smile.

"I'm glad to see you're awake." She said, extending her hand. " I'm Dr. Caitlin Snow."

"Where am I?" Conoor asked, sitting up. As he did so, he noticed his hands were bandaged completely, and he wore a medical gown. "What happened?"

She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which he looked at tentatively.

" The Flash brought you in. You hit your head after he stopped Wolf. Do you remember anything?"

He nodded, deciding that he could probably trust this woman. She seemed genuine enough. "Yes, IーI remember. So, you didn't steal my kidneys?"

She laughed. " No, don't worry about that. What's your name?"

"Connor. Connor Evans. I work for the Central City Volunteers Institution. Umm, I don't mean to be rude, but why are my hands wrapped up?"

"Oh! I just didn't want your powers to activate and turn the medical bed silver."

"What!?" He exclaimed, eyes frantically moving from his hands to Dr. Snow and back. Her face took on a look of concern when she realized he had no clue what she was talking about. She gulped, and sat down on the bed.

"You don't know?" He shook his head no. "You, apparently, are a metahuman. Sometimes, when you touch things, it turns into silver."

"Silver?" Connor slowly took the bandages off of his hand, and, as he unwrapped them, he noticed that the cloth that had touched his hands was silver.

"That's why Wolf was after me? He knew about this?" Connor said as he wrapped the bandages around his hands once again.

Catlin nodded. "He had a file dedicated to you in his pocket, and that's how we found out. And, well, the area of the bed that your hands touched changed, too, so we would have found out pretty quick anyways.

"This is...weird…."

"It always is. We can help you understand your powers, if you want. You're in Star Labs, the headquarters of The Flash. I work with him."

"And, she is one of the best friends I could ever ask for." A young man said as he entered the room. He was tall and had brown hair, and looked a lot like…

"The Flash." The man smiled and Connor's observation.

"Yup. I'm Barry Allen, aka, The Flash. Are your legs okay? You seemed really unstable. I assumed it was from shock, but you seem fine now."

Connor shook his head no. "They've actually seemed weaker lately. I can't walk as far as I used to be able to, and couldn't support my body weight back there. I should get it checked out."

"Actually...I already did." Caitlin said, and she walked over to a computer screen, clicking a few buttons. "I ran a bunch of tests while you were unconscious, and I found an anomaly in your muscle tissue and nerves attached to your leg muscles. I sent it to Cisco so he could analyze it while I looked after you."

"Cisco? Isn't that a tech company?" Barry and Caitlin laughed.

"Yes, but no. Cisco works with us, too. His name is short for Francisco."

"And, I'm currently right behind you, Bartholomew." Barry turned and shifted to the side, and a shorter man with long black hair walked into the medical room, holding a tablet.

"Hi! I'm Cisco."

"Connor Evans."

"I, umm, I just need to talk to Caitlin for a second. Shall we?" He said, looking at Dr. Snow when he was done. She nodded, and existed to room with him.

Barry sat down opposite of the bed, smiling. "So, you just found out you're a metahuman?"

"Yea, I'm a bit shocked."

"At least it's a cool power. I mean, imagine how much money you can make just by making objects silver? Even if it just coats the substance in it...you could get rich real fast.

Connor shrugged. " I guess, but money isn't really important, in my opinion. It's just one of those things that distracts us from the important things, and the hunger for money is never satisfied. Why would I waste my energy, and my powers, to something that is essentially useless in the end?"

Barry raised his eyebrows in curiosity. " So, what are you going to use your powers for, if not for getting rich?"

That made Connor think. He had never really thought about what he would do if he had essentially unlimited money at his fingertips.

"Maybe turn things to silver and sell it, giving the money to the poor and needy? I'm not sure, I haven't really thought about it."

Caitlin and Cisco made their way into the room once again, Caitlin's face was full of concern, while Cisco focused on the ground with interest.

"Connor, do you have any medical conditions we should know about?" Caitlin asked, her voice soft.

"No...should I?"

Barry stood up, " What's wrong, Cait?"

"Connor, I really wish I didn't have to tell you this, but you have are rare case of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or 一"

"ALS" Connor finished, shocked. He had no clue that he had ALS, and found himself struggling to find any words. He could only form on thought in his terribly confused mind:

What will I do now?

Caitlin said that he had about three years left, by her calculations. That wasn't too long. He was only 24 years old, and he felt like he had so much more to give to the world.

So, Connor decided to do as much as he could before his time ran out, but only the meaningful things. He spent a lot of time around Star Labs. Barry and Cisco taught him how to use his powers, control them, and everything he turned into silver was sold, with all of the proceeds going to orphan homes, hospitals, soup kitchens, and many more institutions with the intentions of helping others.

Connor became very good friends with each and every one of the members of Team Flash, and he enjoyed spending time around them, especially how they were all so different. It was like a big friend group, where each person was from a different walk in life, all coming together and forming the best family one could have.

What he didn't realize was how much each and every one of them struggled with hidden worries none of them voiced to one another. Team Flash wasn't the perfect team he imagined. They needed help. And, with the time he had left, he would try his best to do so.

He found Caitlin in her office, staring at a photo of her dad, tears dripping down her pale cheeks. He leaned against the door frame and knocked his cane against the wall, getting her attention.

At this point it was two months ago that he was diagnosed with ALS. He wasn't sure how fast it usually spread, but a month in he needed a cane. He was used to it, but he knew, and felt it in his bones, that he would need to go into a wheelchair soon. Lucky that's something Star Labs had.

Team Flash had told him nearly all of their stories, from Eobard Thawne pretending to be Harrison Wells, to their most recent battle against Eva McCulloch. So, he knew the story behind the automatic wheelchair in the sublevels.

He also knew about what happened to Caitlin's father. She had just got him back after many, many years, only to find that his alter ego, Icicle, took over his body. But, when Caitlin was in trouble, it was him who took the bullet for her.

It had happened a while ago, but it obviously still hurt Caitlin.

"Hey, Connor. What's up?" Caitlin asked, quickly rubbing the tears off of her cheeks.

"I was just checking on you. Are you okay?"

Caitlin turned towards the photo once again, putting it down. " I'm not sure."

Connor lowered himself slowly into the chair beside her, setting his cane down. "Talk to me."

She focused on the photo, the tears still prominent in her eyes. "I just got my dad back, after years of thinking that he was dead. I was finally happy, even when he was evil, because I knew that there was a way we could get him back. But now he's gone for good and…"

Connor placed his hand on her arm, finishing her statement. " You miss him." She nodded.

"Did you love him, Caitlin? Do you remember things before his death? Like the good times?" She nodded.

"My dad and I would make up our own elements and make our own periodic table when I was younger, it was so fun." She said, smiling, " I still remember my birthday before he left, too. We had chocolate cake and watched movies until we either fell asleep or puked. We were so happy."

"Your dad may be gone, but you can still hold onto the things that are keeping him alive. You still remember him, you still love him. So, really, death isn't the end of your father. As long as you hold onto the good things, he'll still be alive." Connor said.

" How can you say that? You're dying."

"I'm trying to leave a piece of me with you, so that, one day, you can share my thoughts with others, therefore keeping me alive. Death isn't the end, forgetfulness is. Remember that, Cait."

She gave him a hug, a long, comforting hug. When she pulled away, Connor could see more tears in her eyes, but she was radiant like the sun.

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

Connor Evans was now in a wheelchair. Which was a bit unnerving, given that the same wheelchair he was in was used by the speedster that messed up everyone's lives'. He told the team that he could use a different one, but they thought it would be easier, as his arms were getting stiffer. He could still move them, but the action of moving the wheels by himself was one that Caitlin did not approve of. So, he settled with the automatic.

He was just riding down the halls when he heard a loud crashing come from a room ahead of him. Cisco's lab. Another crash echoed through the halls, and Connor knew something was up.

When he rolled up to the door, he saw that the room was a mess, tools were all over the place, shelves were overturned, and a very angry Cisco stood in the middle of it, gripping his hair in frustration.

"Stupid, dummy, worthless!" Cisco screamed, picking up a piece of tech and violently throwing it at the wall. Connor was shocked; Cisco never acted like this.

"I know I don't know you as well as everyone else, but I'm pretty sure this isn't a normal hobby of yours." Connor said, and Cisco's head whipped around to face him. Connor realized that this situation was a lot worse than he had expected. Cisco's eyes were bright red, and tear marks shone on his cheeks. He quickly tried to fix his hair, which was a huge mess, and smiled.

"Hey, what's...up?" He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Connor sighed. Cisco was always dodging his problems, even though they both knew that it would never help him.

"You tell me."

Cisco let out a sigh, likely realizing that he was caught, and picked up his chair from where he had thrown it on the ground. He sat in it, and Connor came closer.

"Kamilla got mad at me last night." Cisco huffed, picking at his jeans, " She said that I was boring her."

" What do you think she means?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm too plain for her, even though my life is hectic, so, how could I be plain? Maybe we don't go on enough dates? Or, perhaps I'm taking too long to propose. And, if that's the case, I think she's thinking of leaving if I don't do it soon." Cisco sniffed, and looked around, as if he was disappointed with what had become of him.

"Do you want to propose, Cisco?"

"Yes, no, maybe. I'm not sure! I love her, I really do, I just don't feel ready, but I can't lose her! If my heart is broken again I don't know what I'll do. " Cisco took a long breath, sighing in defeat. " It's complicated."

"Cisco, it sounds like you two are really different." Connor inquired, and Cisco nodded.

"Well, yea, were different, but opposites attract, right?"

"Possibly, but you have to be alike in many other ways, like your values, and why you two get into a relationship, for it to actually work out. Can you tell me why you date? Why do you try to get in a relationship?"

Cisco stood up, and began pacing, dodging the items on the floor. " Well, as a kid I've always wanted a family, and every girl I date, I imagine us having kids, growing old together, and stuff. Does that make sense?"

" You want it to be permanent, to go to marriage and further." Connor inquired, and Cisco nodded. "And, Kamilla? What does she want?"

"Umm...I think, according to the previous guys she's dated, thank Ralph for that, not me, she likes variety. I mean, she's dated muscular guys, smart, handsome, rich, poor, you name it, she's probably dated someone like that."

"And you said she thought your relationship was boring? Cisco, I don't think she has the same values as you. I mean, compare the two of you. You want a family, you value marriage and think it's important. While Kamilla, as amazing as she is, doesn't seem to think a permanent relationship is worth fighting for. She likes variety, like you said. That in itself is enough to create struggle for the two of you."

"So, because our values aren't the same, you think it won't work?" Cisco asked tentatively. But, Connor could see the gears churning in his head.

"Cisco, think values. Not anything else. Kamilla versus you. Go."

"Okay...I... want to help people, she does, too, but she puts herself first, usually. I mean, the other night, she was complaining about how much time I was spending at Star Labs duplicating the Metahuman cure. But, I have to duplicate it, people are still waiting on it!"

"So, you're putting others ahead of her?"

That stopped Cisco short. " Umm...I….man, that sounds so selfish now that you say it. Maybe I'm the problem."

Connor sighed. Cisco really wasn't getting it. " Maybe so, but you see how your values are different? Your core values must be the same for this to work. And, it sounds like they aren't.

"Talk about this with Kamilla. Communication is also a big deal. Talk, and see if you can get her side of the story, try to decipher her values, and it might fix your relationship. You two must be able to have awkward conversations, and the same values, for you both to go the whole way. Sounds good, Cisco?"

Cisco nodded. "You're right. Okay, I'll do it. It...it's going to be hard, but if I want to fix this, I have to try."

A moment of silence passed between them, Connor sitting there silently while Cisco shifted his weight, unsure about what to say.

" How does Big Belly Burger sound?" Connor asked suddenly. Cisco's face brightened.

"Are you paying?"

Connor smirked. "I think you owe me, Cisco."

The engineer huffed and rolled his eyes teasingly. " Just this one time."

Connor had stopped making objects silver. He really didn't want to, it was really helping the citizens of Central City in miraculous ways, but his body wouldn't allow it. Connor could still move around in a wheelchair, but he couldn't move his arms easily, which made reaching out to objects and willing his power through them a struggle. Cisco had offered to make metal contraptions that hooked around his arms, obeying the will of his brain and moving his arms mechanically, but Connor waved it off. He didn't need them. He was beyond thankful for all that Team Flash had already done for him.

He was now very glad that he had the mechanical wheelchair, though, as he still managed to use his fingers to move the joystick that controlled the chair, giving him some independence, which was something liked. He was so dependent on others nowadays.

Caitlin seemed to be doing a lot better now, Connor believed that she had gone through the grieving process and had moved on, which they were both thankful for. She still missed her father, but she constantly brought up memories of him with a smile.

Cisco had talked to Kamilla, and it was found that she had an eye out for another guy, and that marrying Cisco wasn't what she wanted. They broke up. Connor found himself apologizing to Cisco when he found out, sorry for what he put Cisco through, but the engineer refused to accept it. If we didn't break up now, Cisco had said, it would've happened later, and it would've been a lot harder for me to move on. You helped me acknowledge the fact that we weren't meant for each other, something I knew all along but didn't want to accept. I thank you for that.

Connor knew, as the clock ticked away, that he was making a difference in the world and in the lives of his friends, which he was very happy about. But, he had one more person to help. Barry Allen.

Connor was surprised when he found out that Barry never went to therapy for the experiences he personally went through, not only as a superhero but as a human being. Only once in his whole life has the speedster gone to therapy, and that was with Iris for help as a couple. Not that there was a counselor for superheros, but The Flash lived as if he carried the whole world on his shoulders, all of the time, never giving himself a break. While he did this, he went through so much struggle, too much struggle for one man to take on alone. He needed help. Connor could only hope that he was the one to help him.

He found Barry running in the Speed Lab, the flecks of orange and yellow lightning flying behind a red blur. Around and around Barry went, and it appeared that he could run for hours. Maybe he could.

Eventually, Barry stopped short, panting. His eyes widened when he saw Connor sitting in the middle of the room, and he made his way over, grabbing a towel to dry his forehead.

"Hey." Barry said.

"Hi."

"Caitlin and Cisco told me how you helped them." Barry stated shortly, grabbing an energy bar, " That's really nice of you."

Connor smiled. "I try, Barry, I try. Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about…"

"No thanks, man. I'm doing just fine. I don't need to be preached at. Iris and I are great, I'm happy, and I'm finding it easy to wake up in the morning. Happy?" Barry snapped, sitting down. Connor raised his eyebrows in question. Barry sighed, pressing his hands to his head.

"So, you're good? It doesn't look like it." Connor questioned, but soon began coughing. Barry stood up quickly , but Connor's fit died off before The Flash could do anything. Barry sat back down, concern etched in his features.

"You're asking me? You're the one who doesn't look good."

"Barry, you and I know you're not doing well. Don't avoid my question; I can't be helped. You, though, can be,"

Barry bit his lip, avoiding eye contact. "I—I know we got Iris back from the Mirrorverse, but it still hurts."

"What hurts?"

"The fact that she was in there for months and I didn't realize it!" Barry exclaimed, his voice rising. Connor didn't flinch, but Barry's eyes filled with regret.

"Sorry, I just, I…"

"It's okay, Barry. Just let it out and tell me what's bothering you about that. I'm listening."

Connor could see tears welling up in Barry's eyes, and rolled himself over to him, slowly putting his arm on Barry's shoulder, trying to ignore the way his own arm shook. Barry needed him. Let's not worry about himself right now.

"I lived with a fake Iris for months, not even realizing that it wasn't her." The speedster said, his voice wavering. " It took a long time for me to even think that something was wrong, and when I did find out, the real Iris had endured in the Mirrorverse for too long. She was hurting, Connor. She was hurting and there was nothing I could do."

"But, you got her out."

Barry shook his head. "Not before she got hurt. I messed up and my wife got punished. But, no matter how many times I tell her I'm sorry, the horrible, sickening feeling in my stomach never goes away. No matter how many people I save, or how fast I run, it won't go away. I just don't know what to do."

"Barry, I don't think the issue is that you don't feel like Iris has forgiven you, but that you know you haven't forgiven yourself. You want to find someone to blame, so you blame yourself. You blame yourself for Iris being trapped, getting hurt, even though it wasn't your fault."

"I should've been there, though! I should've helped her!" Barry exclaimed, the tears now falling down his cheeks.

"You did help her, Barry. You got her out, you helped her heal." Connor strengthened his grip on Barry's shoulder. "You need to forgive yourself, Barry. It's hard, but when the time of your death comes, you'll think back at your life, and ask yourself if you did everything you had to do. If you don't forgive yourself, you'll struggle to have peace in your final moments, and realize that you were just hurting yourself by holding onto the guilt. Don't do this to yourself, Barry, don't hold onto the guilt that isn't meant for you and just forgive yourself."

" But, I can't. I need to be strong, and I can't be strong if I need to forgive myself. I might become weak." Barry said weakly. Connor gave a sad smile.

"You know, that's what everyone says, Cisco, Caitlin, Joe, Iris, you. But, what's the point of everyone 'being strong' when they can get help when they're weak from their friends? No one will judge you, Barry, we'll pick you up when you're weak."

They sat in silence for a while, only the steady breathing of both men filling the room. Eventually, Barry spoke up.

"How do I forgive myself?"

"Well, first of all, don't blame yourself, and it will come after that. It may take time, but it's worth it in the end."

"Thanks, Connor, I really needed that. Can I help you with anything? It's the least I could do."

Connor began to cough as if on cue, and Barry ran to grab a water bottle, returning in under a second.

"Thanks." Connor said, his voice hoarse. He slowly, with difficulty, opened the bottle and took a sip.

"Anything else I can do?" Barry said, giving a strained smile.

"Keep running, and maybe visit me a couple times when I become immobile." Connor said, beaming, his body frail but heart strong.

It was four years later. Connor Evans exceeded his estimated time of death, thanks to modern medicine that could slow the effects of ALS. Though it slowed it down, it wouldn't stop it. He didn't know when he would die, but he figured in the next year.

Connor was in a bed all of the time now, with caretakers helping with his every need. Team Flash visited often, many times bringing amazing news. They would have a nice conversation, catching up, and giving each other a hand, both literally and figuratively.

He was very happy he had met these incredible people, they made his life so bright. He was glad he could help them, too, and hoped that they would tell others the lessons he had taught them.

Connor was pleasantly surprised when Caitlin visited one time with a boyfriend, and when Joe and his youngest daughter came to talk, but his biggest surprise came when Cisco knocked on his door, after a whole three years of absence.

When his caretaker said that Cisco had come, he was overjoyed, and was even happier when he saw a woman with him. She had long, blonde hair, and a bright smile, and she held a bundle in her arms.

"Hey, Connor, it's been a while." Cisco said, greeting him. Connor smiled.

"It has, it's really good to see you. Who's this?"

"This is Liliana, my wife. And this, " Cisco said, taking the bundle from Liliana's hands, "Is my son."

Connor was shocked. When Barry had told him that Cisco was taking some time away, he never anticipated that he would get married and have a kid. He knew that it had been three years, but somehow Connor had a hard time seeing Cisco with a family. Being a dad.

With a grin as bright as the sun, Cisco carefully placed his son into Connor's weak arms. Connor began to softly laugh with joy, staring at the little human in his arms. The baby boy had crisp blue eyes and tufts of black hair. The baby scrunched up his nose, giggling, and reached up towards Connor.

"I...I can't believe it." He said weakly, " He's incredible."

Cisco and Liliana sat down beside the bed, Cisco grasping Connor's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, but I had gotten a job somewhere far, let's say. It's a story for another time. For now, let me say this: I met Liliana there, we got married two years ago, and had this little one a month ago."

"What's his name?" Connor asked, enthralled by the child in his arms.

"Max Connor Ramon. I hope you don't mind." Cisco said, and Connor looked up at the two.

"You named him after me?"

Cisco nodded. "You're an incredible person, Connor. You've done so much for us in the past, and I had no clue how to thank you for everything you've done, for all of us. If it weren't for you, I would have no clue what to look for in a relationship, and I doubt that Liliana and I would be here if it weren't for you. I knew you always wanted to make an impact on the world, and you have. You've made an impact on my world.

"I didn't want you to go without knowing that, and I wanted a reminder, every day, about the one of the bravest, wisest, and most selfless men I have ever met. I really wish I was like you, but I'm not, and I can only hope that little Max here fulfills that dream of mine."

Tears were in Connor's eyes at the words, at Max Connor Ramon in his arms, and the new parents surrounding him.

"Thank you."

And Connor truly hoped that Cisco would hear the true meaning behind those words, that he was thankful for everything. For the honor of making an impact on Cisco's life, on all of Team Flash's lives, for the opportunity to be around them, to teach them what he valued, to be a help to them.

Even as his life was slowly taken from him, he never gave up on doing these things, and truly hoped that he would leave a legacy behind when he died. Now, seeing the little boy in his arms, full of life and hope, he realized that he had.

And that he could die in peace with that knowledge.

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