Chapter Eleven - Just Friends.

A harsh darkness completely enveloped Wendy. There was a twinging pain in her chest and a stinging sensation in her eyes. Just as she felt like her lungs were about to explode, the seventeen year old burst out from under the ocean water and wiped all the salt from her face. Wendy sighed out a heavy breath before quickly sucking in a mouthful of beautiful sea breeze.

On days like these, Malibu truly did feel like heaven to her.

"Wendy!"

Flicking her sand-ridden hair out of her face, Wendy spun around in the water and looked up towards the shoreline. An instant smile crossed her face as she began to wade her way back to the edge of the water and back towards her boyfriend.

"Babe!" Griffin called out to her, grinning just as widely as she finally ran her way towards him.

Giggling to herself, Wendy jumped into Griffin's arms when she reached him, her laughs only growing louder as he affectionately twirled her around. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms clung to his neck before the two of them collapsed into the wet sand beneath them. Small waves continued to flow into the shore and wash over their feet as Wendy shuffled closer to Griffin and stared up at him with twinkling brown eyes.

It was April, and the two had been dating for four months now. Wendy had almost finished the tenth grade, and Griffin the eleventh. Ever since he had crashed the party she had thrown at her parents beach house at the start of the year, they had been practically inseparable. Griffin had stayed with Wendy that night, and even stuck around the next day to help her clean up. It certainly didn't take long for the two of them to become an official couple. And now, Griffin was always there for Wendy at school, took her out somewhere nearly every weekend, and had welcomed her into his family in the most genuine and loving way.

But on top of all that, Griffin had made Wendy finally feel like Malibu really was her new home. In the past four months, she had barely even thought about South Park.

"Are you gonna' come in for a swim?" Wendy asked sweetly, "The water's great."

Looking down at his girlfriend, Griffin pushed a strand of hair behind Wendy's ear. It made her stomach flip over and over again.

"Mm, I guess so," he mused teasingly, "Or we could just stay right here."

Wendy instantly felt her heart begin to race at the familiar sensation of her boyfriend leaning in towards her. His breath danced across her lips for the sharpest of moments before he soon collided with her.

The warm taste of Griffin's kiss against Wendy's mouth was spine-tingling for her. The pure electricity that ran through her mixed with the cold ocean water swashing over her legs caused an excited array of goosebumps to pop up over her skin. The two continued to kiss and gently nibble at each other's lips before Griffin leant further over Wendy, guiding her down into the sand. Delicately, he began to caress her waist, hips and thigh.

The way he treated her and made her feel was absolutely amazing …

With one quick flick of her wrist and scribble of her pen, Wendy grinned happily as she signed the bottom of the papers for her new car. Sliding them back across the table to the dealership member, the teenager sat in her chair giddy with excitement while the keys jingled impatiently in her hand.

"Okay, Miss Testaburger, everything looks good to go," the man opposite her said, "The insurance papers will get sent to your home address within the next five to seven working days."

Scraping her seat back from the desk, Wendy eagerly stood up and extended her hand, "Thank you so much!"

"You're very welcome," the tall, brown-haired man answered, shaking her hand, "And congratulations."

Wendy couldn't turn around and dash out of the dealership fast enough. The smile was still stretched from ear to ear across her face as she pushed open the glass door and laid eyes upon her gorgeous new toy.

Wendy had first earned her driver's licence when she was still living in Malibu with her family. But now after completing the process of changing her California license to a Colorado one, the raven haired girl was finally able to regain her driving privileges, a car and her freedom back in her home town.

"Well?"

Snapping out of her enchanted trance, Wendy gazed over to where Bebe was standing beside the shiny, electric blue Mazda 3 sedan. She dangled her news keys in front of her face with an enthusiastic squeal before running over to where her best friend was standing with her parents.

"We officially have our two-woman convoy!" she exclaimed, laughing to herself all over again as Bebe collected her in a quick hug.

"Okay, well, come on, let's get on the road!" the blonde yelped, dragging Wendy over to the driver's side of the vehicle.

Watching on from the sidelines, Wendy's mother suddenly let go of her husband and took a step towards her daughter, the pride in her eyes changing to slight concern, "Uh, sweetie, just be careful, remember?"

"Oh, come on, honey. Wendy will be fine," Wendy's red-headed father stepped in, "Just don't stay out too late, alright?"

"We won't, Dad. Promise," Wendy said sweetly. Wriggling out of the grasp Bebe had around her wrist, Wendy quickly ran back around to where her parents were standing and gave her mum a tight, squeezing hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for the car."

"You're welcome, angel," Mr. Testaburger said, kissing his daughter on top of her head while her mother eventually let go of her, "Now just head off and have some fun."

An exhilarating rush flew through Wendy at the thought of finally having the freedom to go out and make her own fun again. Being that it was now her third week back in South Park and she had hardly been anywhere else a part from home, school or Bebe's house, she was more than ready to simply get behind the wheel and escape the normality of her home town.

The rumbling of the ignition sounded sweet in her ears as Wendy carefully looked over her shoulder and watched her parents back out of the parking lot in their own car before she did the same. With Bebe sitting next to her, the amusement that filled the vehicle was instantaneous.

The two long-time best friends were immediately pumping the radio, singing along to their favourite songs and searching for the best drive-thru restaurant to buy a milkshake to go along with their general gossip and chit-chat. It was all not only the perfect ending to Wendy's weekend, but also happened to be just distracting and entertaining enough that she barely even noticed when they rounded the bend towards her old house.

Catching it out of the corner of her eye, Wendy suddenly blinked. The green coloured house that she had lived in until she was fifteen looked just how she remembered it. For a split second she found herself smiling at the two-storey family home, but soon enough, she sensed a dull sadness cross her features. There were a lot of past memories that sat in and around those four walls, most of which had always been happy ones for Wendy to create. But now it seemed the more the young girl thought about her childhood in the green bricked house, the more regretfully nostalgic it all made her feel.

"Hey, look, there's the guys."

The sound of Bebe's voice instantly brought Wendy's attention back to the road. Quickly giving her old house one final glimpse, the teenage driver flicked her head around and narrowed her eyes at the figures standing in the street ahead of her.

A sudden light bulb switched on in Wendy's mind, "Sunday street hockey? They still do that?"

"The last Sunday in every month," Bebe confirmed, nodding her head.

The tradition was one that the boys had started in the months leading up to Wendy's departure from South Park. It had definitely been a refreshing change to see the group of them come up with a new idea and then actually stick to it. Not only had the monthly clashes been keeping them busy, but Wendy also happened to remember the fun they would have as all the hockey games took place on the street just under her bedroom window. She would always hear the guys cheering each other on, yelling at Cartman whenever he tried to cheat his way into a goal, and of course anything that Stan would call to try and gain her attention. This final thought made her sigh softly as she spotted the teenager in the red poof ball beanie moving over to the side of the road.

"Can we stop?" Bebe abruptly asked, causing Wendy to frown.

Looking to her right at her best friend, Wendy stuttered over an answer as she turned back to the window of the car. The two girls were just rolling through the middle of the boys' make shift hockey field while they all dispersed to the footpath. For the shortest possible second, she caught eyes with Stan, suddenly making her attempt at a response even more challenging.

"Do we have to?"

"I wanna' see Kyle. C'mon, girl, just quickly?" Bebe instantly argued, raising a teasing eyebrow, "Don't pretend you don't want to pull over, either."

Scoffing slightly at the bold tone in her friend's voice, Wendy stubbornly gritted her teeth together. Right at the last moment before they drove too far down the street, the raven haired girl pushed her long locks back between her fingers and reluctantly switched on her indicator, pulling up next to the snow covered curb.

Looking on from where they stood just down the road, Stan and Kyle swapped a curious glance with each other as Kenny took a step forward and stood in between them. Scratching the back of his blonde head of hair, he shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we'll call that half time?"

Trying to ignore their friend's sarcasm, Stan turned back to Kyle, "Were you expecting a visit from Bebe?"

"No," Kyle replied, shooting Stan a suspicious glare, "Should I be asking you the same thing about Wendy?"

With a roll of his eyes, Stan slowly shook his head as he began to walk over to where his sporting bag was sitting on the sidewalk, dragging his hockey stick behind him, "No, dude."

The rest of the guys had now taken a break from playing, as well. Token, Craig, Clyde and Kevin were standing off to the side passing the puck back and forth between them, while Butters and Tweek had disappeared with Cartman into his house. Their hockey matches always took place outside Cartman's place – his mother didn't mind having all the boys around at once, and aside from that, the overweight lump of a teenager didn't particularly enjoy participating in any physical activity too far away from his own couch.

As he continued to walk over to where his bag sat on the footpath outside the lime green house, Stan subtly looked over his shoulder to see that Bebe was indeed now chatting with Kyle, with Wendy in close proximity, too. Glimpsing down at the blistered scars that sat on his left arm, Stan calmly grabbed his long-sleeved jacket out of his duffle bag and pulled it over his t-shirt. Retrieving his hockey stick, his expression was blank and perfectly normal as he spun around and headed back over towards Kyle, Kenny and the girls.

The fact that he was scarred by his past emotional torment didn't bother him at all – not even in the slightest. Stan had come to terms with it a long time ago. He just didn't need Wendy noticing it and asking any questions.

Suddenly locking eyes with her again, Stan offered Wendy a small smile. He could read the uncertainty that lay across her face like a book. The two of them hadn't spoken since their history lesson on Thursday, but surprisingly to even himself, Stan didn't allow the usual awkwardness to settle between them. He didn't want to have to break the ice all over again every time he saw her, and the friendly grin that continued to grow across his lips only affirmed this as he finally approached her.

"New ride?"

Exchanging the pleasant smirk, Wendy silently nodded her head, following behind Stan as he strolled over to check out her blue Mazda.

"First ride?"

"Nah," she answered, eventually finding her voice, "I had a little two seater convertible in Malibu, but we had to sell it before we came back home."

Without missing a single beat, Stan's ears abruptly perked up at one certain word that had sweetly echoed from Wendy's lips, "Home?" he firmly repeated, "Are you implying you actually missed our humble little mountain town?"

The cheeky sarcasm that was dripping in Stan's tone made Wendy roll her eyes. She leant up against the bonnet of her car and folded her arms across her chest, "Maybe some things. But not Sunday street hockey, that's for sure."

Dropping his jaw in mock horror, Stan threw his arm out to the side, "Dude, what is your beef with Sunday street hockey?"

"Well, repeating its long, stupid name over and over again could be a start."

"But this is the deciding season! In ninth grade, Cartman's team won more games, then last year our team won more games," Stan began to explain, "This is quite possibly the most important and detrimental year for Sunday street hockey in the history of forever. Maybe you can't understand that because you just don't know how to have any fun."

Laughing at his over exaggeration and continual prodding of her, Wendy shifted her hands defiantly to her hips, "Or maybe it was because every time you guys played, I was up in my room trying to study," she spoke, pointing just up the street to her old house and old bedroom, "I have never suffered a more annoying experience in my entire life."

Following her gesture across the road and up the street to the khaki coloured house, Stan felt his heart flutter for a brief instant. Wendy wasn't the only one who held enchanting memories from under that roof.

Snapping himself back into the present moment, Stan shot Wendy a sly smile as he swiftly positioned his hockey stick on the ground at his feet, "Oh, come on. What could possibly be annoying about this?"

Before she had the chance to protest or put up a fight, Wendy squealed softly and rapidly began weaving around the swings of Stan's hockey stick as he playfully danced it around her feet, laughing to himself at her clumsy efforts to escape him.

"Stan!" she screeched.

As hard as she tried to keep her laughter to a minimum so as not to encourage him, Wendy just couldn't help herself. It didn't matter what he was doing – whether he was just talking to her, being sweet or being a total pain in the ass – Wendy just simply couldn't deny the happiness that hanging out with Stan brought her.

All of a sudden, the harmless game made Wendy's eyes widen as the stick clipped the very edge of her heel. Just as she sensed she was about to go tumbling down to the cold cement road beneath her, the dark haired girl sucked in a surprised breath as, without any warning, she felt Stan take a strong hold of her upper arm.

"Jesus, dude," he spat plainly, "Be careful."

Regaining her balance, all of Wendy's focus immediately shot to the warmth that radiated in her arm from Stan's touch. The firm grip he had around her may have prevented her from falling, but the mere sensation of sincere tenderness it propelled through her veins almost made her faint.

Glancing down at where he was holding onto her, Wendy's eyes slowly and timidly travelled up to meet Stan's. God, she still couldn't believe how tall he was now. Her stomach automatically flipped at the way he was gazing back at her just as sweetly, but before her stare could reach any severe point of affection, the raven haired beauty quickly tore her vision away from him.

Hastily shrugging herself out of his grasp, Wendy cynically licked her lips, "Me be careful?" she joked, "Remember the other day when I said I thought you'd matured? I think I just changed my mind."

A clever retort instinctively popped into Stan's brain as he shook his head at Wendy, but before he could say anything, the pair were interrupted by one of the boys calling to them from out the front of Cartman's house. Swinging around on the spot, Stan shoved one hand in his pocket and leant against his hockey stick. He watched with narrowed eyes as Clyde strode past Kyle and Bebe where they sat on the curb and eventually approached him and Wendy.

The ex-couple felt confused for a short second until they remembered that, of course, the three of them had been grouped together for their school history project. A project that they hadn't particularly gone out of their way to get a good start on yet.

"What's up?" Stan asked.

Clyde was scrolling down on the screen of his smart phone as he opened his mouth to reply, "Heidi just made a group online for us to do work on our presentation or whatever. I'll add you both to it."

The sheer mention of the online social world made Wendy's heart unexpectedly sink. It may have been a good idea to help the group of four work on their assignment, and as well as this, it would definitely give the tech savvy teenagers an extra edge. Unfortunately for Wendy, though, she could only feel her thoughts being tugged in a completely different direction.

The last time she had seen Stan's online profile was two years ago when she changed her relationship status – right before he totally unfriended her.

"Okay, dude, sounds good," Stan agreed, awakening Wendy from her pondering stupor.

Her face was still long and filled with concern as Wendy began to nervously fiddle with the hem of her shirt. As soon as Clyde exited the scene to re-join Kenny and the rest of the guys, the brown eyed girl cleared her throat. She was fidgeting with her car keys between her fingers as Stan turned back to her, "But… um… I'm not friends with you online anymore."

The terrifyingly weak tone in her own voice made Wendy want to kick herself. She was getting pretty damn sick of all these rising and lowering levels in her self-confidence. Her ability to talk to Stan without making the situation any weirder was certainly there – she just wondered why she was finding it so incredibly difficult to hold onto. And yet, despite all her obvious fear and self-doubt, Stan still couldn't help but grin at Wendy.

"Okay, so add me?"

The dark haired girl's chest skipped about ten beats, "Really?"

Adjusting his beanie on the back of his head, Stan sighed. This would normally be one of those moments where his thoughts would become all mixed and muddled and twisted within the depths of his mind. But for some bizarre reason, for the first time in a long time, Stan knew exactly what he was thinking. He knew exactly what he wanted from Wendy.

It was finally about time for things between the two of them to be set in stone. Stan wasn't going to half-heartedly stand by anymore and watch the apprehension in Wendy's body language and let her think that maybe deep down he hated her. Because after all, he never even had.

"Do you remember the other day when I told you that we'd sort all this out after our presentation was out of the way?"

Wendy could only remain silent as she nodded her head. Her breath was harshly hitched in her throat at the antagonising thought of what the hell he may have been about to say to her.

"Well, I'm calling it now," Stan spoke gently. Within the next instant, he swung his hockey stick up under his arm as he projected his right hand out for Wendy to shake, "Friends?"

The word reverberated in Wendy's ear like the sweetest sounding song. Before she could even verbalise her answer or extend her excited hand, the elated grin stretched across her face gave Stan all the response that he needed. Connecting his palm with hers, the teenage boy smiled back just as widely at the spark that buzzed between them at their touch. But it was beneath his happy, electrified exterior where Stan's true emotions lay – which, in fact, just happened to be exactly the same as they were on the outside.

There still may have been plenty from the past two years of Wendy's life that Stan didn't know about, and certainly much more that he deserved to be told. But for some sudden and unexplainable reason, that didn't seem as important to him anymore as it did to be getting along with Wendy as well as he was now. The slate had been wiped clean in terms of a simple friendship as far as Stan was concerned. And a simple friendship was all he going to ensure to keep with her. As long as he did that, then the rest of the argumentative, hurtful crap didn't matter.

Wendy, on the other hand, was not thinking as deeply as Stan was in that moment. All she could focus on was the sensation of his hand in hers as she gently shook. She could barely remember the last time she had felt this happy, "Friends."

While the joint agreement of their eventual truce felt sincere and relieving for Stan and Wendy, from where he sat on the sidewalk looking on, Kyle chewed down on his bottom lip in annoyance.

How many more times was Kyle really going to have to repeat himself? It seemed no matter how many times he asked to Stan to keep his distance from Wendy, and no matter how many times Stan ensured him that he would, there always seemed to be some new development in their epic saga that Kyle was kept well on the outside of.

"What is going on with those two?"

Looking up from her phone screen where she sat beside him, Bebe frowned. She followed Kyle's gesture just in time to see Stan and Wendy drop hands with one another. The blonde teenager shrugged her shoulders, "I have no idea."

Instantly, Kyle scoffed, "That's got to be a joke, right?"

"What?" Bebe sniped back, "I don't know the ins and outs of every single one of their conversations, Kyle."

"Okay, but you still have some idea of where they're at? Right?"

Again, looking back over to her two friends, Bebe heaved her shoulders up and down, "They've been going out of their way to be friendly and civil to one another ever since they got put in the same presentation group for one of their classes."

"Oh, great…"

Snapping her neck back around to face the red-head next to her, Bebe shot daggers at Kyle, "You know, Wendy's not making Stan talk to her or anything, that's all down to him. You really should stop expecting the worst out of her, she's learnt her lesson."

Taking his tone back a couple of notches, Kyle gently swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn't want to upset Bebe, and of course he trusted her every word, but without any proof, there was no real way for him to be assured that Wendy wouldn't hurt Stan again.

"Yeah… you keep saying that," he began nervously, "But… you've never really elaborated on what you mean."

Bebe could feel Kyle's soft, hazel eyes casting right through her as she stared down in her lap, mulling over an answer. Twiddling her thumbs, Bebe sighed as she finally glanced up to look back at Kyle. She knew how frustrated he must have been getting with the entire situation, and she wanted to do anything she could to make him feel better. But at the end of the day, Wendy was still her best friend. And any secrets of Wendy's were Bebe's to keep, too.

Licking her lips, Bebe placed a tender hand on Kyle's knee and was just about to speak until her ears suddenly perked up at the sound of Wendy calling her name. The two friends looked up to see the black haired girl walking towards them, twirling her car keys around the end of her finger.

"I'm gonna' jet, you coming with?" Wendy asked.

Bebe paused in thought for a second, taking the time to simmer down her irritation to see that Kyle was purposely looking away from Wendy, "That's okay, I'm gonna' hang for a bit longer. I can walk home from here."

"Okay, that's fine," Wendy replied. She waited to see if she would receive any kind of reaction from Kyle, but eventually turned around and headed back towards her car, "Text me."

"I'll talk to you tonight," Bebe agreed, watching as her best friend strolled back over to her blue Mazda, waving good bye to Stan before she hopped in and slowly drove off.

Completely frozen in her thoughts, Bebe jumped slightly as Kyle delicately brushed his hand over hers that was still sitting on his knee. She smiled at the warmth he was emitting towards her, but deep down she knew that he was still just waiting for his question to be answered.

Re-gathering all of her twisted and scattered brainwaves, Bebe sighed once more, "What I mean is… Wendy has learnt to seriously think about the consequences of all her actions…" the softly guarded tone in her voice made her trail off for a moment, "And she knows what it's like to not have her feelings taken into consideration."

Kyle felt some minor confusion as a frown crossed his features. He supposed that was more of an answer than Bebe had ever given him before, but it still didn't necessarily clear much up. If anything, it only made about a million news questions arise, "Yeah, okay, but – "

"Can we just drop it for now?" Bebe cut in, "Please?"

"But, Bebe – "

Without warning, Kyle was abruptly cut off again, but not by Bebe talking over him. This time, it was her actions that caught him off guard as she quickly and lightly pecked him on the cheek. His face immediately felt like it was on fire as his stomach flipped and he stumbled over something to say.

"Hey, d-don't," Kyle began, "Don't think you can kiss me and then I'll just forget about everything, it doesn't work that way!"

"Mm, I dunno'" Bebe teased, taking the side of his face in the soft palm of her hand, "I think it does."

The young Jewish boy's eyes rapidly widened as he smiled into the kiss that Bebe affectionately connected with his lips. He was desperate to fight for the argument he has just delivered, but the longer he stayed tenderly attached to the blonde beauty before him, the more he actually did begin to forget his concerns about Stan and Wendy.

All that mattered to him in that moment was the elated look in Bebe's green eyes as the two pulled apart and grinned sweetly at each other.

Man, they were both happy that Wendy had agreed to pull over.

Wendy was still tingling with happiness as she wound her way through the suburban streets of South Park on the way to her house.

She couldn't believe that Stan actually felt like the two of them were now in a place where they were able to be friends again. It made her hear absolutely soar. But as unbelievable as it may have felt, Wendy definitely wasn't going to take any of it for granted.

Things between she and Stan may not have been exactly the same as they were before she left, but maybe that was just how it was all really meant to be. She never imagined even being friends with him again, but now she had that.

If that was all she was entitled to now, then so be it.

Wendy's thoughts were suddenly rocked at the sound of her instant message tone ringing from her phone. Curiously, she reached down into the centre console of her car, keeping her eyes on the road as she picked it up and unlocked it. The message was from an anonymous person – a guy, actually, one who wasn't on her online friend list. Her eyes quickly scanned over the short message, causing an immediate frown to collapse over her face.

'Hey, you used to go to Malibu High, right?'

Before Wendy even had the chance to react, a second message from the same boy shot through to her inbox.

'Do you still have your pic? Can I get a copy? ;)'

And just like that, Wendy felt her entire world crash down around her.

... The way he treated her and made her feel was absolutely amazing.

Griffin continued to kiss Wendy over and over again where they lay in the sand. Her heated blood was rushing through her veins at about a million miles an minute, until all of a sudden, she felt her whole body ice over at the sensation of his hand creeping down towards the lining of her bikini bottoms.

Instantly, Wendy shot upright and gently swatted his hand away, "Griffin, not here."

Frowning at her, Griffin coaxed Wendy back down onto the ground as he slid one finger into her bikini, "Why not?"

"Babe, no," Wendy repeated, forcing herself up again, "There's people around."

"Well, I don't care, why should they?"

Wendy's cheeks flushed a horrified shade of red as she felt Griffin slide his hand around to the back of her bikini bottoms and begin to slowly pull them down over her backside.

"Griffin!" she yelled, pushing him off and propelling herself across the sand away from him.

Her heart was racing as she timidly looked into the fury that sat in Griffin's eyes. The older boy shook his head at his girlfriend, scoffing in disgust.

"Jesus, Wendy, you are so boring!" he yelled.

Wendy gulped, "I'm sorry. But it's just there's people around, baby, and – "

"Why do you have to be so goddamn difficult?" he spat over the top of her, "You are always so hard to please! I can't take you anywhere without you causing a scene, it's like I'm a fucking babysitter."

Watching him stand up from the water and begin to head back up the beach, Wendy's stomach twisted up in knots. She hated it when Griffin was mad at her. She hated it when she messed up.

"I'm sorry," she called out again, shooting up from the ground and chasing after her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, "Baby, I'm sorry."

Ripping his hand away from hers, Griffin spun around on the spot. He folded his arms across his chest as he glared down at Wendy.

Desperately thinking of how she could make things better, a sudden idea popped into Wendy's head, "Aren't your parents going out on Friday night? Into the city for a premiere or something?"

She watched with a small smile as Griffin nodded his head, "Well, how about I come over? Just you and me? All night?"

The thought sat with him for a moment before a wide, charming grin crossed Griffin's lips, "Okay. You can make it up to me then."

As the anger faded from his face, Wendy breathed a deep sigh of relief and gently wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist. Still smirking to himself, Griffin kissed Wendy on the top of her head, "I love you."

Wendy's body was still tingling as she continued to calm herself down. Griffin may not have been the best or the most gentle at delivering his messages to her, but he was still right. Wendy was boring. Boring and difficult – she knew she always had been. But she wasn't going to let that take control of her and let Griffin down.

Maybe he didn't always speak nicely to her, but he didn't mean it. Wendy knew he didn't. He loved her.

Griffin was all that Wendy had now. She needed him.

"I love you, too."

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