A/N: So this is just a glimpse inside Sluggerward's head (lmao) and his view of what happened on Globes night.

EPOV

"Is this what you want?"

That's what you fucking ask the girl you've been obsessed with for the past four years right before you fuck her?

It's a good thing you can act and are decent looking because you are a total fail with women.

Who the fuck was I kidding? I was hot. Every woman wanted a piece of me, well, the same fucking piece of me. Except as big as my dick was, it wouldn't split that many ways.

Not that I wanted it to.

Hold the gasps and the shocked fucking looks while I explain my side of it.

You remember that bitch in high school that only wanted to date you or suck your cock because you were on the baseball team and it would raise he popularity by just being seen with you? Even if you're a chick, you know the fucking type I'm talking about. You either were her, wanted to be her, or wanted to scalp her out of jealousy or disgust.

Imagine having thousands of girls just like that, all clamoring to suck you off or fuck you because of your name or what you do.

I know what you're saying. You fucking dipshit! Why would you complain about an unlimited supply of pussy?

Because it's all the fucking same.

Most of the bitches that are attached to it are all the fucking same. They all want to fuck me for the sake of saying they did so they can cling to my arm and point, giggle, and become the envy of all their peers.

Don't I feel honored?

Hey fuck you. I wanted somebody who sees past all the glitz and Hollywood bullshit. Someone who doesn't give a shit what I'm wearing. Fucking goddamn labels with names. Except because of what I am and what I do I'm supposed to give a shit.

Hollywood is a complete mindfuck.

I have to play this goddamned game if I want to keep doing what I'm passionate about because that's how you keep your name out there. Here we go with the fucking names again. It's all about who you know or who you're fucking, and the two are practically mutually exclusive.

The media just adds fuel to the firestorm. If I even so much as look at a woman according to them we're fucking. God forbid I hug one or smile at a co-star because we're instantly having a torrid fucking affair.

It's all about spin.

As long as they can manipulate the innocent into the scandalous the general public will believe it. Or at least be talking about it. Sometimes they'll obsess over it.

If I got as much pussy as the media says I did well, shit, I'd probably be a lot happier.

But I don't and I don't fucking care. I let everyone think what the fuck they want to. It's not like me whining like a pussy about who I have or haven't fucked was going to change shit. Not to mention, what guy doesn't want to have that kind of track record? Even if it is just bullshit, I knew the truth.

Smoke and fucking mirrors people.

Being an actor automatically requires you to divide into two people. You have the side that the public sees, the fans, the paps, the interviewers, and every other fucking person that is on the outside looking in. It's the side that everyone wants to see and wants to believe is real. Where everything is sunshine and palm trees. The one that gives the fucking killer smiles and looks to the camera and waves while practically being blinded by a sea of flashing lights. The person that says all the right fucking things, the charmer, the playboy. The fake side.

Then, there's the person you actually are. The imperfect one. The one that fucks up and does stupid shit occasionally or often. The one that wants to beat the fuck out of the annoying interviewer for asking you what the fuck you're wearing for the millionth time. Or that one who wants to know who you're dating, what you're doing for the holidays, what fucking toothpaste I use. Are you fucking shitting me? Who the fuck wants to know that shit? The one who likes to play video games, go to the beach, and just fucking hang out with his friends. The real side.

With all this split personality bullshit happening and the paps and magazines capitalizing on the slip ups or just the general monotony of me walking to my fucking car or getting a sandwich, is it any wonder why we end up in and out of rehab? When you're under the constant scrutiny of millions and every action or inaction gets some type of attention, it's amazing more of us aren't fucking institutionalized.

But before you start busting out lyrics to "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"... I should clarify that I'm grateful.

I'm grateful for my fans, for the opportunity to do what I love, for my semi-charmed kind of fucking life. I just wished, for once, that someone didn't see me any differently for it. To realize that underneath all the fucking lights, labels and names, I was just a fucking human being and no different from anyone else.

So, I was surprised as hell one day four years ago, when I walked into my stylist's studio and met exactly that person.

Shit, before I even met her, I knew.

I think I was there to do a fitting for some fucking awards show, I can't even remember anymore.

The blonde one, Jessica, I remember her greeting me that day. I could tell she was trying to put on a front of fucking professionalism, but she was just as starstruck as anyone else who believes the lie. She was giggling, twirling her hair, and asking if she could call me Edward while she showed me around.

I told her of course, winked at her, and flashed her my "cum for me smile".

Which I'm sure she totally fucking creamed herself over because ever since then. She's been all fucking touchy-feely with me.

Jesus fucking christ woman, I only smiled at you!

She asked me if I wanted anything.

Yes, to get the fuck out of here.

But I told her some water. I had fucking dry mouth from hell. Smoking will do that to you. And before you start telling me how I'm going to die and it's bad for me, let me just say, that I think with the wide, endless variety of drugs I could be hitting or pills I could be taking, it's the most health conscientious choice.

So back the fuck off and keep your goddamn anti-smoking message to yourself. It helps with all the fucking anxiety.

Jessica had left me in the hall and I was leaning up against the wall waiting when I heard two people talking, one quietly, the other was pretty loud.

I recognized the one voice as Alice's. She was the only reason I agreed to do this shit, cause Victoria and her were friends. That, and Victoria said it would probably help my career if someone else dressed me. I could totally dress my fucking self, but whatever. It made her happy and I wasn't about to piss off Vic.

Bitch is fucking scary when she's pissed.

Alice was at least somewhat down to earth, but still had some of those "oh my god moments". As she fully executed that day.

"Bella, do you know who just came in?" she whispered squeakily.

"Unless it's the delivery guy with my fucking lunch, I really don't care, Alice," Bella, responded.

I laughed. She sounded like she was seriously disinterested. Well, that wouldn't fucking last. As soon as Alice told her it was me. She would squeal, giggle, soak herself or a mixture of all three.

If I sound like a vain asshole, it's because I'm just going by past experiences.

You still think I'm wrong?

Fine. Say my name. Out loud.

I'll wait...I'll even help you. Edward Cullen.

What happened? Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. Can I continue now?

I'll take your fucking giggling and damp panties as a big motherfucking "yes".

"It's Edward Cullen!" Alice informed her going up an octave in her whisper.

Here it comes.

"And I should give a shit because?" she asked, sounding like she was irritated.

Wait? What? Why am I not getting the fucking joke? Was she fucking serious?

I peeked around the corner and saw her for the first time.

She was fucking beautiful.

Not in the plastic, doctored bullshit "Hollywood glamorous" way. Thank fuck. She had that girl next door look; brown wavy long hair, chocolate eyes, killer tits and a fuckably spectacular ass.

"Oh, Bella! How are you not excited? He's famous!"

"Because he's just a person Alice! Just another set of fucking balls in the world."

Jessica had come back then. Traipsing in with a bottle of water and from the looks of her now front and center tits, a newly acquired push up bra.

There's no fucking way Bella had meant what she said. I had to know for sure.

I held up a finger for Jessica to wait a minute and walked over to Alice and Bella.

"Hello, I wanted to introduce myself, I'm Edward Cullen," I said mostly to Bella, because Alice obviously knew who I was.

"Hi Edward, how are you doing?" Alice greeted.

"Well, thanks. Who's this?" I asked motioning to Bella.

"This is Bella Swan, she's my new P.A.," Alice smiled, regaining some of her composure.

"Nice to meet you Bella."

"You too, Mr. Cullen," she responded apathetically.

"Please call me Edward."

She shot me a fucking glare and took a deep breath. "If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer not to." She turned to Alice, then. "I'm going to go call the damn delivery place."

"Have a nice day Mr. Cullen," she called over her shoulder.

Alice's eyes widened and she shrugged apologetically, but I waved her off. I was confused as hell by what had happened.

I spent the rest of the day trying on clothes I'd never normally wear and didn't see Bella again for months. Between filming schedules and travel, the space in between award shows, I think I saw her a total of ten times over the course of four years.

Not that I was counting or anything.

I never knew how the fuck to talk to her, when I did get the opportunity. I never had to really talk to a woman who had anything other than fucking "celebrities are gods" complex.

So, I flirted. Which didn't fucking work. She would just dismiss me with a fucking glare or disgusted look, but she would always say something back. It kept her talking to me. I was fucking pathetic, I'd purposely rile her, so she would shut me down

I was a glutton for her fucking punishment.

Once, I got the nerve to talk to her seriously. She was alone at her desk, but she was in the middle of a phone call, so I hung back and waited. I couldn't help but fucking eavesdrop.

"Alec, I told you before. I don't do relationships. You were a good fuck, we had fun, but it's over, so stop fucking calling me!" Bella yelled, and slammed down the phone.

Shit. Not only did she not do relationships, but she didn't sleep with a guy more than once. Maybe it was just that fucking guy.

I had to know, so I waited a while like a fucking pussy to see if I could collect anymore info.

A few months later, I had a fitting for the P.C.A.'s so I went in and managed to catch part of a conversation she was having with Alice.

"Garrett's cute Bella! You should see him again," Alice encouraged.

"He's too fucking clingy, Alice," she shot back, "We fucked once and he wants to be like my goddamned boyfriend or something."

I understood her better after that. I knew if I ever got to fuck her, she would probably push me away shortly after if I tried to pressure her for more. Not that I thought that opportunity would ever present itself, or she would ever truly be interested.

So when the fucking Globes came along and I was waiting for my shit to be delivered. I never expected it to be her doing the drop. I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard her over the intercom and Em giving her shit. I raced down the stairs in a fucking towel and tried not to break my face.

"Fucking let her in you douche!" I yelled to Emmett, as I came around the corner of my kitchen.

"The name is different E, " he tried to justify.

"Goddammit! I know who the fuck she is Emmett! Let her the fuck in!"I growled, as I arrived in the kitchen.

His eyes narrowed and the shot up. "Holy shit! It's her! Isn't it!" he bellowed.

I may have told Emmett about her a couple of times.

"Yes, it's her! Now let her in before I fucking fire you!"

"I don't think Rose would be too happy about that!" he laughed, knowing I wasn't serious.

He pushed the button for the gate. How the fuck was I going to handle her being here?

"You might want to put some clothes on before the "world's most untappable pussy" shows up at the doorstep," Emmett advised. "Then again, it might help your case," he added winking.

Fuck

I ran back upstairs and threw on the first things I could find, chomped on a cinnamon Altoid, and came back to the stairs. She was already standing at the bottom. She looked fucking amazing. My dick twitched from just looking at her.

Shit. Get a motherfucking grip.

I wondered if maybe she had been so standoffish with me was because she was always at work when we spoke, but when my compliment about her ass was met with her sharp fucking wit, I had my answer.

She kept fucking with me when I got her up to my room.

Shit! She was in my fucking room.

Make a move you douche.

I took off my shirt, and she barely looked at me and said she was using my copy of GQ to fucking even out her coffee table.

Son of bitch. What the fuck do you say to something like that?

I needed time to think. I went and got the suit on trying to think of some fucking thing to say to get us past this one up bullshit, but I couldn't come up with anything.

When I came out, I caught her looking at the picture of mom I had sitting on my nightstand. Bella was smiling thoughtfully at it.

I told her it was my mother.

Think she could figure that out.

"She's beautiful," Bella said, stroking the frame.

I smiled. Her comment was genuine, her walls were fucking lowered.

I agreed with her before she looked up and saw me in my suit. An "oh-my-god- please-come-fuck-me" look flashed across her face for a fraction of a second before she said "wow."

Got her. Thank you Armani for helping me chink her fucking armor.

She tried to take it back, but I wouldn't let her. I told her first impressions are the only ones that count.

She slipped up and a said something about getting off, which was funnier than fucking hell and told me everything I needed to know.

She kept calling me Mr. Cullen like I was a stranger to her. It annoyed the shit out of me. I could tell she fucking wanted me. I had spent all this time thinking that she wasn't interested when it was just a goddamn way to shut me out.

I asked her again to please call me Edward. She agreed and started to leave again.

If you don't make a goddamn move now your officially the stupidest motherfucker alive, Cullen.

Shit. The tie. Come straighten my tie. It was the only fucking thing I could think of without throwing myself in front of the fucking door.

I stared down at her as she needlessly fixed my tie. She smelled like fucking flowers, like roses or some shit.

I caught her eyes for a second when she said she was finished. She had a "please-just-fucking-kiss-me" look.

Make a goddamned move you stupid fuck!

I pussied out and went to kiss her on her cheek, but she didn't turn enough and I caught the corner of her mouth. It tasted like strawberry jam.

Now or never jackass.

Worse that happens she slaps you or knees you in the balls.

So I fucking went for it. She seemed hesitant at first, but then she started kissing me back. I was fucking shocked. Her lips were soft and warm and her entire mouth and tongue tasted like they were coated in strawberry.

My hand immediately went to her fucktastic ass and hers gripped my hair. I fucking growled as I kneaded the bare skin of her ass.

"You're going to be the death of me, Bella" I told her as I kissed down her neck.

I backed her into the wall and our kissing turned more into mouth fucking. Her hands were everywhere and I started giving over to every fucking animistic instinct I had and started grinding my dick into her like my life depended on it. She started her own grind session right back and I couldn't fucking take it. The heat and eagerness she was grinding into me with was already getting my fucking dick to start a one man cum fest.

Fuck her! What the hell are you waiting for? A goddamned engraved invitation?

I knew what was going to happen if I did. I wouldn't be able to stop. It couldn't be just a one-time fuck and run. I knew I was going to want her again.

I stopped, much to the annoyance of my dick and libido. She asked me why and I told her exactly what the fuck I wanted to do to her.

Then asked a very vague question, probably due to all the blood that was throbbing in my cock instead of in my brain. I asked her "if this is what she wanted."

What I should have asked her: "If this is something she wanted to continue, indefinitely." It would have been an unfair question at the time considering she didn't know what the fuck I was capable of doing to her and how hard I was going to make her cum, but that would have been discovered soon enough.

"I want you, Edward," she whispered.

Holy fucking hell.

Hottest fucking words ever. It was also the first time she called me by my first name, and I could tell that she meant what she had said. Even if it wasn't an answer to the exact question, it was enough for right then.

I pulled her dress over her head and caught an eyeful of her tits, as she kicked off her boots. I whipped my cock out while she continued to kiss me.

She looked down.

"See something you like?" I asked her, smirking.

"Hell yes!" she smiled, and her face reddened.

That was it. I fucking backed her completely into the wall and she wrapped her legs around me

She let out a fucking moan and her eyes fluttered as I found my way inside.

Her pussy was tighter than I could have fucking imagined. Thank fuck I had rubbed one out in the shower or I would have jizzed on arrival.

I pounded the hell out of her while I sucked on her perfect tits. Her bra was still in the way, but I could tell they were fucking real. Not shot up with silicone, but all flesh and blood with pert fucking nipples that were practically cutting through her bra.

She opened her eyes and looked me when her muscles started to tighten around me.

"Oh god. I'm gonna..." she panted out.

"You are so beautiful," I told her, trying to breath. Because she was. So fucking beautiful.

Her cumming around my cock and screaming out my name, was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen or felt. I knew right then that I wouldn't let this be a one time thing.

I slammed back into her and her ass hit the wall hard as I came inside her and groaned out her name. I mumbled out how fucking amazing she was while I kissed her all over.

I could tell her legs were getting weak so I placed her on my bed and started getting myself together both mentally and physically. I started giving myself a pep talk on how the fuck I should handle this.

One side was like you should just tell her you want to see her again. The other side was calling me a motherfucking moron.

I battled it out with both of them while Bella and I talked. Well, mostly while she tried to land me in an early fucking grave with her jokes about virginity and birth control. Then she had to comment on my lack of rubbers.

What kind of a fucking single guy doesn't have a fucking rubber? Let alone one that reportedly is racking up a pussy-count Chamberlain would be proud of?

I dodged her pretty well, at least she didn't keep up her fucking questions.

I had to stick to my idea of keeping my mouth shut, but she was so fucking sexy that I almost messed up a couple of times while she was sitting in my room gathering up her stuff. I almost completely blew it by asking if I met her fucking approval.

I wanted to see if she would catch on to what I was asking her, but she thought I was talking about the goddamned suit. I fucking snapped. I told her it was just a fucking suit, and figuring I was already screwed, I got down next to her and brushed the hair out of her eyes and started staring at her.

At the very least I was eye fucking her.

I started to tell her that I really wanted to see her again, but I didn't get the chance to complete make a total douche out of myself because her phone rang. Thank god, cause it gave me a better fucking idea.

I couldn't keep my hands off of her while she was on the phone, so I waited for her to finish. Not to mention, I was trying to formulate a way to make her see me again and Alice was being a total bitch to her. Bella dished out her beat down on Alice, throwing out every fucking innuendo and lie she could think of.

Most women would be calling every bitch they ever knew and even ones they didn't to say that they had just fucked me, but she wasn't and I knew she wouldn't

It was sexier then hell.

It wasn't until we got downstairs and she was talking to Emmett, that I came up with a plan. It was Mission Infuckingpossible, but I knew I could do it. Her problem was the guys fucking calling her and pestering her for more. Except, they didn't know what the fuck they were doing.

I did.

I wasn't one of those other fucking pussies that she'd been with. I wasn't going to let her do that bullshit to me. I wanted her and I always get what I fucking want.

I decided not to get her number and only gave her mine. I figured if I left everything up to her, it would make her think she had control.

I upped the fucking stakes on the Globes carpet, knowing that she would probably see it. I knew any of the fuckers she had shutdown earlier hadn't gotten through, but I knew I sure as hell would. I gave her a discrete, but fucking deliberate notice that I was not going to back down and that I expected her to call me.

She hadn't after a week. So I went to work. I sent her the fucking Tulips, knowing full well what I would put on the card and use for the sender name. Thinking it would give her the incentive and make her realize that I wouldn't be fucking ignored.

She responded better than I thought she would. She thought she was giving me the ultimate "fuck you" with those awesome pictures, but I took it as a motherfucking invitation and confirmation that she was just playing hard to get. So, I met her halfway and showed up at her work, fully prepared to bend her over her desk and fuck her in front of the entire goddamned staff, but we got stuck in Alice's office.

Then she started telling me she didn't want me. I knew that was a fucking lie, she was trying to pull the same bullshit she had with those other fuckers. She actually thought I was going to beg her for something she wanted so bad she could taste it, so I actually made her fucking taste it.

I finger fucked her just enough to torture her and she wanted to know when we could fuck again. I wanted to clear Alice's desk off and fuck her until she begged me to stop, but I had to keep going with the plan. She had to fucking call for me to drop the shit and to know I had her.

She almost gave into my voyeuristic fantasy when she leaned over her desk as I left, but some cockblocking bitch opened the door across from us, so I got the opportunity to bolt.

Spago was the defining moment. Victoria had told me that she was taking me there for lunch because I had been in a bad mood. But I was in a fucking good mood, just biding my time, so I knew she was up to something.

"What the fuck is going on Vic? You know I hate Spago," I prodded.

"Honestly, Alice asked me to do her a favor," she explained hedging.

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "Why the fuck does that involve me?" I quizzed starting put pieces together.

"Do you remember Bella? Alice's Assistant? The cute, dark haired girl, the loudmouth?"

I chuckled. "Sort of."

"Oh, I'll drop the shit if you will!" she said starting to laugh," I know you fucked her."

"Yeah, so."

"Edward, Alice said Bella is a stubborn bitch."

"This is fucking news?"

"Well, she also says she's been quiet lately. Like eerily quiet. Alice seems to think if I can get you two in the same place in the same time, it will break her out of her funk. Though I have no idea why..." she said smirking and curling her lips.

"Are you trying to pimp me out?" I asked, laughing.

"Only if you want to be pimped? Which I have a feeling you do," she smiled.

It wasn't exactly what I had planned, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to see Bella again.

"What does Alice have in mind?"

"She just wants us to show up at twelve thirty." she shrugged, "Oh and to make sure they can see us from where they're seated."

Alice's fucking idea gave me even more insight into Bella. When she saw me and Vic together, I immediately got a text. She had used my fucking number, which means she still had it and as a bonus, she was fucking jealous of me being there with Victoria.

Between all the fucking texts and that fucking muffdive performance she did just to try and make me jealous, I knew I fucking had her and she wasn't going to pull the "I don't fucking want you" bullshit anymore. Just to seal the deal I went and gave her what she wanted in return for the text. A very simple "please."

She was fucking mine after that.

The rip in the front seat of my Vanquish and her admitting that she wanted to fuck me again meant one thing. Mission "Keep Bella fucking me" was thoroughly fucking accomplished.

**Sexy Silk**

"So how is operation 'keep taggin' that ass' going?" Emmett asked me, while we caught some breakfast.

"Pretty well, actually. I've seen her three times since the Globes," I responded, taking a drink of my orange juice.

"Seen her?" he asked suggestively. " Or fucked her?"

"Jesus Christ Em! You fucking keeping count? You want a sex tape too?"

"You know how much money I could make from selling that shit?" he said rubbing his hands together.

I rolled my eyes. "Get a fucking life Emmett."

"I have a 'fucking' life," he smirked and raised his eyebrows twice.

I gaged. "That's my sister Em!"

"Hey! You're the one who said it, not me."

"Shut the fuck up. What the hell are we doing out this fucking early anyway?" I asked checking my watch, it was only nine thirty.

"I gotta go shopping for Rose's V-day gift, if I want any 'V action', if you know what I mean?" he informed me, putting his tongue between his fingers and wiggling it.

"God dammit Emmett!" I yelled, throwing my fork at him. "What part of 'she's my sister' did you not fucking understand?"

He laughed at me. "I'm sorry Bro. I'll play nice."

"So what does your shopping shit have to do with me?"

"I figured I could give help you get something for your 'porn star screamer'" he joked, downing the last of his coffee.

Fucking shit.

"That would be a dangerous idea Em."

"Why?"

"Cause, I can bank money that Bella does not do the whole hearts and followers bullshit that usually denotes Valentine's Day."

"You already sent her flowers," he said knowingly. I told him what she did next. How she had sent the pictures and the basic idea of what they were of and his head practically fucking exploded and I'm not talking about the one on his neck.

"Besides those are fucking things are old school now. When was the last time you fucking had a woman? The nineteenth century?"

"Fuck off Em."

"Just wondering bro," he chuckled.

I flipped him off and started talking.

I ran my hand through my hair. "It's like a damn balancing act being with her. She normally doesn't do anything beyond a 'thanks for the memories' and now I've managed to keep seeing her. I don't wanna scare her off."

"The pussy is that fucking good huh?"

"What can I say Em? She's a phenomenal fuck," I shrugged. "I wanna keep her around."

"Is that the only reason?" he quizzed, eyeing me.

"It's none of your fucking business, Emmett," I muttered, crunching up my napkin and looking down.

"Oh shit! You have a crush on her! How very high school of you E. Crushing on the girl you're fucking."

Shit. Time to shut the fucker up.

"Emmett, I swear to God, if you breathe a fucking word to anyone I will tell Rose all about the trip we made to Vegas, and I'll spare her no tranny tit licking detail!"

"Fuck! What happened to Bro's before Ho's?"

"Don't fuck me over Emmett! I will sell you out faster than you paid for that chick with a dick!"

"Fuck! Alright! I won't say a word! Jesus!" he stuttered, putting his hands up in defeat.

"Wouldn't want the public figure to appear like he gives a shit about who he is fucking!" he whispered.

"It's not that Em, I just don't want her to take off. I'm pretty sure if she found out I liked her as more than a fuck, she would run. Never mind who the fuck I am and what the media would do!" I whispered back at him.

"I hear you man, I won't say shit," he promised.

"Not even to Rose," I warned. I normally didn't hide shit from my sister, but she would lose her shit if she thought I actually liked someone.

Like someone? Why did that sound so goddamn pathetic?

"She already knows you're fucking someone," he admitted. "But she just rolled her eyes when I told her."

I laughed. "She always fucking does that."

If they only fucking knew.

A/N:Just an obvious statement: I'm not an actor nor have I ever been one- so I have no idea what really goes through their heads or what it's like- everything in this assessment from a celebs pov is speculative.

So what do you all think of Sluggerward now? Really curious since I wasn't planning on doing much from his POV, but thought I'd give it a try. He's not as snarky or funny as Tulipella, but I hope you all still like him anyway?

I'm sorry that this didn't recover every Tulip and Slugger meet up, but I felt Bella did a good enough job with her descriptions. ;)

Waves hi to everyone who has pimped, recc'd, reviewed and tweeted me about this story! You all rock my socks and I can't thank you enough.

Hot pervyness will continue throughout a good portion of this story. Can't promise every chapter though- so I hope you'll all stick with me. Also going to take suggestions on Twitter to name the

last 5 chapters. Going to name all remaining chapters too:)

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