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It was Sunday evening and Jim was about to give Ellie her bath. So folding a towel under his knees as he leaned over the tub and tested the temperature of the running water. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ellie crawling across the floor away from him at lightning speed.

"Come back, you little monkey," Jim laughed as he reached out and scooped Ellie into his arms and placed her onto his lap. "You, little lady, need a bath," he told her, balling his fists together and rubbing them in a circular motion on her chest, as if he was washing her. Ellie leaned her head back and looked up at him as she removed the fingers from her mouth and attempted to pull off one of her socks with her wet fingers. Jim smiled.

"You want to help Daddy take off your socks off, huh?" he asked, pulling the item of clothing off and freeing her wiggling toes. "This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed at home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none. And this little piggy cried 'Wee! Wee! Wee!' all the way," he sang as he tickled the soles of her feet, making her giggle.

Holding out his index fingers so Ellie could grab hold of him, he helped her lift up her arms while he removed her t-shirt. "Good girl," he cooed, loving the laugh that spilled out of her mouth every time they performed this ritual together. He didn't know what she thought was so funny, but he didn't really care, because the sound of her laughter was like music to his ears.

Finishing undressing her, he removed her aids before lifting her into the warm bubbly water, and watched as she kicked her legs around excitedly, causing a mini tidal wave to materialise and spray him with water. Jim laughed as he pulled his blue Phillies shirt over his head and threw it into the laundry basket behind him. "Yay, daddy made a basket," he told her, smiling to himself when he realised that she couldn't hear anything he was saying. Even if she could, she'd have no idea what he was talking about.

Ellie loved bath time, and he watched affectionately as she shoved handfuls of bubbles into her mouth. Jim wiggled his fingers while raising his hands up and down, making the sign for bubbles. "You like those bubbles, don't ya?" he teased as she held out her hand and offered him some of his own. He brought his mouth closer to her hand and smacked his lips together. "Mmm, yum," he laughed, pretending to eat the bubbles Ellie served him.

"I think we need to wash your hair, what do you think?" he asked, pouring some fresh water into a cup and gently emptying it over Ellie's head.

After he washed her hair, he let her play with her favourite bath toy, Diver Dan. This was also his favourite toy when he was little, and his mom had kept it and given it to him when they'd moved back to Scranton. It was a little yellow diving board and slide that stuck to the side of the bath. It came with a tiny red lifeboat and blonde haired figure called Dan, who would dive off and into the bath when you pushed the button. This could keep Ellie entertained for hours; she loved watching the small toy land in the bath beside her, and would clap enthusiastically as it splashed water in her face. She'd raise her hands and point her fingertips together - the sign for more, and her way of asking him to do it again. At eleven months, Ellie had picked up a lot of the signs that he had been using, and he was finding it easier and easier to communicate with her every day. It was definitely something to be proud of. His brother Tom had told him that he was unable to understand what his own daughter, Vanessa, wanted until she was at least eighteen months old. But seeing Ellie communicate with him using even the most basic signs made Jim's heart swell with pride.

Once the water had started to cool down, Jim lifted the puny little bundle out of the bath, and wrapped her up tightly in her favourite hooded monkey towel, a gift from her Uncle Pete when she was born. Every time he wrapped her up in it he laughed to himself as he remembered opening the gift. Pete had written inside the card, "This will definitely bring out the little monkey in her - oh wait, she's yours, she probably won't need it." As much as he hated to admit it, Jim knew that Pete was right. She was his, and she was definitely his little monkey.

He carried Ellie into her bedroom, her sleepy head bobbing softly on his shoulder, before gently lying her down and changing her into her pink footsie pyjamas. Somewhere between putting on her clean diaper and fastening up her all in one, she seemed to wake up a little. So, he decided to pop in her hearing aids and read her a bedtime story. He carried her over to the bookshelf and found Frog and Toad Are Friends, one of his childhood favourites. He sat down in the rocking chair in the corner of her room, and snuggled Ellie close to his chest, throwing her blankie on top as he began to read. "Frog ran up the path to Toad's house. He knocked on the front door. There was no answer. 'Toad, Toad,' shouted Frog, 'wake up. It is spring!' 'Blah,' said a voice from inside the house..."

As he continued to read, he noticed that Ellie wasn't paying attention to what he was saying and was busy looking around the room as if he was not speaking to her. She loved the sound of his voice, and normally, whenever he spoke to her, she would watch him closely. The look in her eyes told Jim that she was listening, even though she wasn't quite old enough to understand what it was he was saying. So he knew right away that something was definitely wrong. He sat her up and adjusted the aid in her right ear, jumping when he heard it making a high pitched squeaking noise. "Ah, shit," he muttered as he removed both of the aids from her ears. "Looks like we'll be seeing the ear doctor tomorrow, little lady."

Adjusting Ellie on to his shoulder, he stood up and walked around her dimly lit room as he began to sing her to sleep, rubbing gentle circles on to her back. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he also knew that she was slowly but surely falling asleep - she could feel him singing to her and that soothed her each time.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away..."

XxXxX

The next morning Jim stood in the kitchen, carrying a sobbing Ellie in his arms, with the phone cradled uncomfortably between his ear and shoulder. "Hi. This is Jim Halpert and I'm leaving a message for Doctor Carter. My daughter, Ellie is a patient with you, and I need to book her in for an appointment with you ASAP. Her aids... they're making this kind of high-pitched noise and... and yes, I've changed and re-changed the batteries and they still make the sound... so, they're definitely not working. So, if you could give me a call on my work number and let me know when you could fit her in, that would be great, it's 555 4658... thanks."

He hung up the phone and ran his hand slowly down Ellie's back trying to calm her down. He walked over to the table and took a seat, adjusting Ellie in his arms. He held out his hand palm up in front of them and placed his other hand on top as if placing a cup on a table. "You want some water, Sweetheart?" he asked, offering her a sippy cup full of cold water. As he leaned across her, she began gnawing hungrily on his arm, covering it in baby-drool. Jim looked down at his baby girl and that all too familiar feeling of guilt began building in his stomach. That feeling of despair and helplessness that he got when he knew his little girl was in pain and he couldn't make it go away. "So, that's a no to the water, but yes to Daddy's arm, huh? But does that feel good?" he asked, watching her calm down a little. The pressure from chewing was obviously helping ease the pain.

Jim heard the front door open and smiled as his mom let herself in and entered the kitchen.

Larissa walked over and placed a kiss on his cheek and ruffled Ellie's hair. "Morning."

"Urgh," he replied groggily. "I feel as though I've not even been to sleep. She was up most of the night."

"Aw, Sweetheart, you poor thing. Although I wouldn't be surprised if this was God's way of paying you back for being such a poor sleeper when you were her age. Your dad and I didn't get a proper night's sleep until you were at least three," she teased, running her hand over Ellie's red-hot cheeks.

"I hate leaving her like this."

"Oh, Jim," she laughed sympathetically, seeing the look of sadness on her son's face. "She'll be okay. She's just teething," she reassured him, as she watched Ellie happily sucking on Jim's wrist. "Teething's no fun, is it, kiddo?" she cooed as she ran a cool finger down Ellie's burning cheek. Larissa used the table to keep her balance as she bent down in front of Ellie. "Jim, why doesn't she have her aids in?" she lectured him as she pushed herself up off of the floor. "Remember what you told me? You need to put them in as soon as she wakes up."

"I do know that, Mom, but thank you for reminding me." He teased, but stopped quickly when he noticed the familiar maternal look of impatience. It didn't take him long to explain what was going on and that he'd hopefully be home at some point today to take her in for her appointment. Once he was finally able to pry his drooling monkey off of his arm, he left, hoping to get to work a little early so he could make up for time he'd miss taking said drooling monkey to the hospital.

XxXxX

It was a little after 8:30 by the time Jim pulled into the business park's parking lot. Despite the somewhat crappy morning he'd had, he was in a good mood by the time he arrived at work. He loved Mondays. For the last nine months, it had pretty much just been him and Ellie. As much as he cherished those moments alone with her, he longed for some decent adult company. He couldn't be bothered to wait for the elevator to arrive, so he hastily climbed the stairs two at a time, excited to tell Pam all about the weekend adventures of his crazy next door neighbour.

He walked through the office door, grinning at Pam when she looked up from organising the mail into different piles on the reception desk in front of her. She welcomed him with a tight-lipped smile and quickly went back to what she was doing. "Hey."

Pam vigorously shuffled one of the piles before setting it back down. "Hi," she replied quietly, looking at him briefly before returning her eyes to the task at hand.

"Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Yes, thanks. You have a message," she told him as she pushed a pink postit note towards him.

"Oh, thanks. Hey, you okay?" he asked, reaching for a handful of skittles that were sitting in the bowl on her desk. It was way too early in the morning to be eating candy, but he wanted to spend as much time as possible at reception. If that meant eating pure sugar for breakfast, then so be it.

She looked up and nodded her head before continuing on with the mail. "Yeah."

Throwing a couple more skittles into his mouth as he focussed on the message, unable to help the slight pump of his fist as he read what it said. "Oh, awesome. Hey, mind if I...?" he began to ask, pointing to the phone next to her, but stopping when he noticed the look of annoyance on Pam's face. "I'll just call them back from my desk..."

"You probably should," she told him, as she picked up the phone to pass on a message to Kelly.

Jim walked over to his desk, giving Pam a quick glance before picking up the phone. He was still looking at her when the person on the other end answered. He jumped slightly. He was concentrating so hard on what could possibly be wrong with Pam that he wasn't paying any attention to the telephone call. "Oh, urm, hi. This is Jim Halpert," he began, lowering his voice. "You left me a message, about an appointment for Ellie Halpert... okay no problem, thank you. We'll see you there."

He replaced the handset and without even looking up he could feel Pam's eyes burning a hole into the back of his head. He looked up and tried to make eye contact with her, but she'd adjusted her monitor slightly so that she couldn't see him. He sighed, wondering what was bothering her before picking up the phone. He called Toby first, letting him know that he had to leave the office for an hour or so at 10:00am, and that he'd make the time up later in the week. He then dialed his mom, hoping that he could try and get a couple of sales in before he had to leave. "Hi, it's me. Yeah, I managed to get an appointment this morning so I'll be home at about 10:15. Of course... love you too. Bye."

Jim never seen Pam upset before and he didn't like it. He wondered if anyone else had noticed that something was bothering her. He wasn't sure how you could miss it, her whole demeanour had changed. He'd only known her a short time but from the way she sounded on the phone with Kelly to how she hit the keys of her keyboard a little harder than normal, he could tell she was not happy about something. He wasn't sure what could have happened to put her in such a bad mood, but whatever it was, he wanted to fix it for her. After having such a bad night with Ellie, he'd been really looking forward to seeing her that day. They shared the same sense of humor and they never failed to make each other laugh... well, usually anyway. He'd thought about her A LOT over the weekend, probably more than he'd care to admit, but that wasn't the same as seeing her. He loved nothing more than getting to work and listening to Pam answer the phone all day. There was something about the way her tone of voice changed depending on who she was talking to. When she answered the phone she sounded uninterested and melancholy. When talking to Michael, she took on this slightly patronising tone as if she was talking to a child. But when she spoke to him, she sounded... different, happier somehow, and that was definitely something he looked forward to. And now, she was in a bad mood, and he had no idea why. He hadn't done anything differently. He tried to tease her to make her laugh. What had he done to upset her? God, why am I even thinking about this? He laughed quietly to himself. Of course it wouldn't be anything to do with him. Everything was fine when they left work on Friday. In fact, Friday had been pretty awesome. Pam had even helped him glue Dwight's mouse to his mouse pad. At lunch, he and Pam had plotted more pranks together, deciding that it would be Jim's mission to make Dwight's work life as miserable as possible.

Unable to stand it any longer, he stood up and made his way over to Pam's desk, dangling his hands over the side so that his fingers were almost in front of her face. "So, I was thinking," he started, clearing his throat. "Do you want to grab some lunch this afternoon or something?"

Pam looked up from her game of Free Cell and shook her head slightly. "I really don't think that's a good idea. Do you?"

"Uh, I do, actually," he smirked. "I'll be pretty hungry by the time I get back."

"That's not what I meant, Jim," she replied, as she leaned back stiffly in her chair and sighed loudly. Jim was silent for a moment, crunching a piece of candy in between his teeth before he answered her. "Then I don't understand."

They were interrupted by Toby, who gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder as he walked past. "I hope everything's okay with Ellie. Just give me a call if you'll need longer than an hour," he smiled before disappearing into Michael's office.

Jim turned to Pam, and immediately noticed the sudden shift in her posture. The way her whole body had tensed up and the way her mouth formed a hard line broke his heart. He wasn't sure what he'd done, or hadn't done, but he had to try to find out. How else could he fix it?

"Pam..."

Her voice cracked slightly as she looked up at him. "Just go back to your desk, Jim."

"Pam."

She scooted her chair back and walked towards the fax machine. "I have things to do," she told him quietly.

"They can wait. Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" he asked, smiling gently when she nodded her head. She hastily made her way out into the hall and through the door leading to the stairwell.

Pam remained silent as she rested her back against the wall, folding her arms protectively in front of her as she waited for him to speak.

"I don't understand why you're so mad at me."

Pam let out a frustrated sigh and looked down at the floor. "I'm not... I'm not mad at you."

"Well clearly something's upset you."

"Can we please not do this now? I'm really tired," she asked weakly, almost pleading with him to stop talking.

"Come on, Pam. Don't do this," he begged, moving his head a little to try and get her to look at him. Shoving his hands deep in to his pockets, he asked, "Is it something I've done?"

"I should get back..."

"Something I haven't done?"

"Jim..."

"Pam?"

She bit her lip nervously. "It's just... we're friends, right?"

He looked at her, confused by what she'd just asked him. He wondered whether she was consciously avoiding the question he'd just asked. "Yes, we're friends," he assured her. He looked at his watch, seeing that he had a little over forty minutes before he had to leave.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you?" she asked sarcastically.

"What the...? Where is this even coming from? I really, really don't need this right now Pam," he groaned, running his hand tiredly through his hair. "Of course we're friends."

"Well I thought so too, Jim. But obviously I was wrong," she spat.

He furrowed his eyebrows, genuinely puzzled by what she was saying. "Okay, woah. What?"

"Are you serious?" she asked, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"I just really want to know what I've done to upset you so much since Friday that's made you question our friendship..."

She looked away from him and reached up, subconsciously playing with her necklace.

"You gotta help me out here, Pam," his tone becoming more desperate this time.

"You told me you weren't married, Jim... Oh my, God, I flirted with a married man. I feel like such an idiot!" she exclaimed as she threw her head back against the wall, the soft thud echoing throughout the hallway.

Jim leaned towards her a little and rested his right hand on the wall behind her head. He smiled softly as the wheels began turning in his head. Everything becoming suddenly clear.

"I'm not married," he told her as he brought his left hand up towards his chest, to make his point. "See?"

"Really?" Pam asked, her tone eloquent of her disbelief. "Then who's Ellie?"

He removed his hand from the wall and cracked his knuckles before looking over at Pam. "This isn't how I wanted to tell you," he explained as he took a deep breath. "Ellie is my daughter."

"Oh," Pam muttered, more to herself than anything else. A look of sheer embarrassment washed over her face as she'd realised what she'd assumed. "Jim, I'm so... I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Jim moved to stand next to Pam and leaned next to her. "Hey, it's fine, honestly. Don't worry about it," he reassured her.

"No actually, it's not fine." Pam pushed herself off of the wall slightly. "I just... I still don't get why you didn't... This is big, Jim, like really big, and I can't believe I thought that you were..."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her," he apologised, cutting her off. "It's just... We've had a rough couple of months and I just...I didn't want people acting weird around me, or feeling sorry for me, you know?"

"No, not really," Pam replied, unable to hide the hurt in her voice. "How old is Ellie?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Jim smiled. His entire face lit up as he began talking about his daughter. "Eleven months."

Pam looked down and shuffled her feet against the floor; Jim could feel his frustration building. The way Pam was upset with him one moment, and then withdrawn the next, was confusing to say the least. The tension between them was at an all time high, and he had no real idea how, but he knew he had to change it. So he did what comes naturally to new parents... he bragged.

"Do you wanna...? I mean... I have a picture..." he began, his hand already pulling the wallet out of his back pocket.

She nodded her head and held out her hand.

"This was taken a couple of weeks ago," he told her, pointing at the photograph in Pam's hand. It showed a smiling Jim sitting on the floor, with a little brown haired cherub on his lap. Ellie had a mushy, half eaten chocolate cookie gripped tightly in her hands as she shovelled the cookie into her mouth. Chocolate covered most of the lower half of her face and was even coating her nose. "She's a bit of a cookie monster," he said with a laugh more to keep the conversation flowing than anything else.

Pam looked closely at the little girl in the photograph in front of her. "She's really cute," she admitted, the honesty in her voice taking him by surprise.

He took the photo from Pam and looked at it quickly before placing it back in his wallet. "Thanks, I think so."

Neither of them said anything and the silence between them grew more and more uneasy, causing them both to fidget uncomfortably in each other's company. "I wouldn't have treated you any differently."

"Yeah, you would have."

She looked up making eye contact with him for the first since they'd been out in the hall. "It's great to know you have so much faith in our friendship," she spat bitterly.

The rollercoaster of emotions Pam was expressing frightened him. He couldn't work out if she was more hurt or angry with him. Jim didn't blame Pam for behaving like this; he understood why she was so upset with him. Hell, if the roles were reversed, he'd probably be acting the just the same. He just hoped that she would let him explain.

"Pam, you know that's not what I meant. I'm not saying you'd have treated me badly, but... when people find out - it's like, they start acting weird around me and it suddenly become all they can see... it's just really complicated. I promise I'll explain everything to you at lunch, okay? I could explain now, but I have to leave soon and I don't want to rush this. I want you to understand. So you have to promise me you'll let me take you out to lunch as soon as I get back, okay?"

Pam sniffed loudly and used the sleeve of her cardigan to gently rub the end of her nose before answering him quietly. "Okay."

XxXxX

He left work right on time and made it to the hospital in time for Ellie's appointment with Dr. Carter.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked, as he leaned forward and tickled Ellie's feet.

Jim explained the situation as clearly as he could to Dr. Carter. This was the first time the aids had gone wrong, and Jim didn't want Ellie to have to be without them if he could help it. When she'd first got her aids a couple of months ago, the physician emphasised how important it was that Ellie wore them the entire time she was awake, so that she could develop as normally as possible and learn to use the aids to her advantage.

The doctor smiled at the obvious worry on Jim's face. "No need for concern, this is perfectly normal," he reassured him. "All we need to do is retune them and they'll be as good as new."

"And that's it?"

"That's it."

Dr Cooper slipped Ellie's aids back into her ears and placed a small sensor on to her forehead. He then pointed to the computer screen sitting on his desk. "This will help us distinguish the sounds that Ellie can and can't hear, as well as when we've hit the correct frequency," he explained, as he pushed a couple of buttons on the computer in front of him.

The whole process of re-tuning the aids took about twenty minutes. This was the first time Jim had seen them do it, and for someone with perfect hearing like himself, it was still difficult to comprehend that there were sounds that he took for granted that Ellie just couldn't hear. Jim was fascinated at the way Ellie would move around when they changed the frequency and she'd suddenly hear something. He had to stay as silent as possible during the test, and Ellie was uncharacteristically quiet, which surprised him. Once everything was done, the doctor nodded his head, letting Jim know it was okay to talk again.

"Hi, Monkey. Daddy is so proud of you, you were such a good girl today." Jim cooed, as he turned Ellie around so she was facing him and planted a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."

At the sound of his voice, Ellie squealed in his arms and kicked her legs, shoving her fist in her mouth.

"Is that better?" he asked, pulling her hand free, and accepting the tissue the doctor offered. "Can you say thank you?"

Ellie looked up at him and brought her right hand up to her mouth, palm facing inwards, and pushed it away from her face. "Not to me, silly, to Dr. Carter," he laughed, turning Ellie around to face the doctor and helping her make the sign for thank you.

XxXxXxX

By the time he'd dropped Ellie back of at home and pulled into the parking lot at work, it was almost 12:00. He hoped that Pam had had enough time to process what she already knew so that he could explain himself fully at lunch.

"Hey. You ready to go?" he asked, walking through the door to their office and making his way over to reception.

Pam looked up and smiled weakly at him. "Now? Oh, yeah sure. Hold on, just let me switch the phones over." Jim was slightly surprised that she agreed to leave so easily. He knew she promised she'd go, but he was expecting her to have changed her mind, or to have made up an excuse.

Grabbing her coat from the rack she quietly followed him downstairs to his car. "It's warm out, so I didn't know if you wanted to maybe grab a sandwich and eat somewhere?"

"That sounds fine," she told him as she opened the passenger door and climbed in.

They rode to the bagel place in silence; all that could be heard was their breathing and Jim's rhythmic tapping on the steering wheel. Silence always made him feel nervous and jumpy. He knew he should say something, but every time he opened his mouth he just couldn't make the words form the way he wanted to, so he figured it was probably best to let the silence ride for now. Maybe food would help.

Once they'd purchased their lunch, they walked across the road to the park and found somewhere quiet they could sit and talk. Jim removed his coat and placed it on the floor next to him. "You can sit on this if you want."

"Thanks," she replied as she sat down.

Once again the awkward silence overtook them. She watched as he ripped open his packet of chips and then carefully peeled away the excess cheese and ham from his bagel, before stuffing it inside.

"Ellie's really cute." Pam admitted quietly, as she popped the straw into her drink.

"Thanks," he smiled, both at the compliment and in relief that she'd finally brought up the subject.

"She looks like you."

Jim laughed softly to himself, "She really does. When she was born, the nurses at the hospital joked around saying she looked so much like me and nothing like..." He stopped talking and looked down at his half eaten bagel.

"Her mom..." Pam finished for him when she noticed that he was struggling to complete the sentence.

"Yeah."

"Does Ellie's mom live in Scranton?"

"No."

"Oh."

Jim leaned back on his hands and looked at Pam solemnly. "I think she's still living in Orange County."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I've not seen or heard from her in months."

"I'm really sorry, Jim." Pam said sincerely. "That must be really difficult for you."

"Yeah, it is." He admitted. "But...you know what, you probably don't want to hear about all of my problems..."

"Jim!"

"As soon as I tell people about Ellie, they freak out. It's like they don't know what to say to me. Some just smile... and then you get the people who tell me how sorry they are... and then once they find out Chloe left, the pity smiles begin..."

Pam reached over and stilled Jim's hand. "What are you talking about?"

"Ellie. She has a hearing problem, she's had it ever since she was born," he explained, his foot moved fidgeting back and forth in the grass. "She was six weeks premature. She was so tiny that she could fit in the palm of my hand." Jim held his right hand out to Pam, showing her how small she was. "She was also really jaundiced - they think that's what caused it."

Pam rested her hand on Jim's bouncing leg. "Oh, Jim."

"That's what I mean. You don't have to feel sorry for me."

"I'm not feeling sorry for you. I actually think it's pretty amazing. She's lucky to have a Dad like you in her life."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Don't guess anything. Look at me. She really is so lucky to have you."

"Do you really think so?" he asked sincerely.

The look of amazement on Jim's face caused Pam to laugh softly. "Don't sound so shocked by that. I can already tell you're amazing with her."

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you - about everything, Pam. You have to know that. It's just been a really... shitty couple of months, you know?"

"Jim, it's fine," Pam tried reassuring him.

"No it isn't. You've been good friend to me and... I've wanted to tell you... honestly."

Pam was quiet for a moment, before Jim continued.

"I just don't understand how she doesn't want to see Ellie," Jim told her quietly, the obvious relief at finally being able to talk about this with someone evident on his face. He took a deep breath, resting his palm on his cheek and leaned on his crossed legs. "I should probably start from the beginning..."

"That would help," Pam said, smiling at him so that he knew she was just teasing.

Jim lifted a hand up to his chest and couldn't stop the small laugh from escaping. "That hurts, Beesly. I'm pouring my heart and soul out to you and you mock me."

"Suck it up, Halpert, and start your story."

"Chloe and I started dating sophomore year of college..."

TBC

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