Dating in the Dark Chapter 7: It's dark in here!, a twilight fanfic

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Warning: This chapter does a little jumping around. BPOV does some backtracking before moving forward with the story.

*~*EPOV*~*

"Uh… Edward? Are you in here?"

"Yeah, I'm over against the far wall," I replied, sitting up straighter on the couch. "They put a sofa over here for us."

"Okay, great. Keep talking and I'll walk toward you."

"Sure… um… keep walking. I've got my arms out in front of me, so you won't run into the couch. I think you're almost here."

"All right… oh, there you are," she sighed, grabbing my hand and maneuvering to the couch. She took a deep breath, releasing my hand, and sat next to me saying, "Thank you."

"No problem. Are you comfortable, Rosalie?"

"Yeah, I'm great. And you can call me Rothe."

"Oh, okay. Rose. That's a very pretty name," I continued anxiously. "I do have to apologize, though. I failed to bring us anything to drink. Sorry for the date fail."

"No problem," she approved, shifting in her seat. "I'm not entirely thure I'd be able to drink anyway."

"I know what you mean," I agreed, leaning back in my seat, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. "I'm pretty nervous, too. Something about being in the dark wigs me out."

Yes, I admit it. I'm a grown-fucking-man afraid of the dark. Shut it!

"Well, I think Ali and Jathper had a great time together, huh?" Rose began.

"I sure think so," I replied. "Jazz really seemed to make an instant connection with her. I'm guessing Alice reacted well to their date, too."

"Definitely," Rose giggled. "Ali looked pleathantly fluthtered when thhe got back to our room."

"That's great! I think they've made more of a match than either of them was expecting."

"I'd agree with that. Ali can't wait to meet up with him again."

We sat in silence after that for several minutes. Every once in awhile one of us would shift in our seat, or sigh, or almost start talking, but we sure weren't making a connection like Alice and Jasper. It was awkward at best, and I could tell this was going nowhere fast. So I broke out the crappy date questions that everyone hates, but they at least help you get through the painful silence.

"So, you work at a high school?" I questioned, hoping to get our conversation back on track.

"Yeah," she responded, sounding relieved that we were talking again. "I really enjoy it. The kidth are wonderful, and coaching the thoccer teamth keepth me active." She paused, and I could tell she wanted to bring up my career, but hesitated before saying, "And you? Do you like, uh… travelling?"

"I do, actually. It's nice not having to stay tied down to one area for my career. This way I get to see the world… but it can get lonely. I need someone to share my experiences with, you know?" I commented, raising my arm to rest it on the back of the couch. Unfortunately, it was dark… duh… and I elbowed Rose square in the face.

"Holy crap! My nothe!" she screamed and jumped from the couch.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry!" I yelled and stood up, too.

I was fumbling around trying to find her with my arms outstretched in front of me, and I slugged her right in the chest.

"Ooof!" she huffed, and then a loud thud rang out in the room.

"Dammit! Are you all right? I didn't mean to hurt you. Did you fall? Tell me what I can do to help you."

I took a step toward where I thought she might be and tripped over her lying on the floor, crashing to the ground next to her.

"Fuck!"

"Umph!"

"Stop moving both of you!" Aro called over the speaker into the room. "Stay where you are and someone will be in to rescue you from this hideousness."

"Rose? Rose… are you okay?" I asked, frantically. I could feel her torso under my legs, so I turned around and knelt next to her, trying desperately not to cause more damage. I slowly reached out and found her arms, which were bent at the elbows, hands covering her face.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine," she mumbled. "I'm pretty thure my nothe is bleeding, and my abdomen hurtth from where you kicked me, but otherwithe I'm good."

"That's terrible! Man, I can't believe I screwed this up so badly. Please don't hate me. I'm really not an awful person."

I heard her start laughing as she sat up and said, "I know, and I'm thorry I'm giggling at you. It jutht figureth thith would happen to me. You know, for being a danther, you definitely aren't light on your feet."

We both laughed at that and then the door opened up to the room. Medics with flashlights walked in, making sure they didn't shine the light on either one of us, and I was escorted quickly out of the room before I could do anything else. I hollered at Rose one more time that I was sorry, and the door clicked closed before I heard a reply.

Walking solemnly back to the suite, I hoped everything would turn out all right for Rose. I couldn't believe how much of a doofus I'd been.

"Whoa," commented Emmett, peeking out from behind the fridge door when I walked in the room. "You look guilty. What the hell did you do to the poor girl?"

"Well, not what your nasty mind is thinking," I returned slouching in the armchair. "I think I may have broken her nose."

"What the fuck, dude?" Emmett half chuckled, half grimaced while he shut the fridge door and came to sit on the couch.

"I know," was all I could think to say at the moment. I brought my hands up to rub my face roughly before cursing loudly and pulling at my hair.

"Looks who's back!" Jasper announced, walking down the hall toward the sitting area. He was mid smile when he noticed the look of disgust on my face. "Wow. Was she really that bad?"

"No, Jazz," I shook my head and sighed. "Rose was great. I was the fuck-nut that screwed it all up."

"Should I even ask?" was Jasper's reply as he sat next to Emmett, concern covering his features.

I proceeded to tell them how the date was going… well at first, but slow. Then I added, "I was trying to be smooth by resting my arm on the back of the couch and didn't realize how close she was sitting to me. When I brought my arm up, I elbowed her in the nose."

"Oooh!" they cringed in unison.

"Yeah, but that's not all," I continued, watching their faces change to shock. "I felt her jump up, so naturally I did the same, and ended up punching her in the chest, which knocked her off balance and sent her slamming to the floor."

"Ouch!" said Emmett, shaking his head in what appeared to be disappointment.

"Of course, I couldn't see anything, and I went to help her but kicked her in the side in the process. I tripped and fell on top of her, thoroughly ruining our date."

Neither of them knew what to say. They simply stared at me in amazement, trying to formulate the insults I knew were coming. Jasper decided to go first.

"Could you be any more of a d-d-dick-pickle?" he stuttered out, feeling my embarrassment and stifling an attack. "I mean, seriously. I don't think you could have done more damage if you tried."

"No kidding, bro," Emmett joined. "You bloodied her face, bruised her side, and titty-punched her all in the span of a minute. I think that deserves a suspension on your man card."

They were right. I was a douche, so I hid my face in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. They each took turns giving me a pat on the back while saying they were sorry and wished me more luck next time, but I could hear the smiles in their voices, which nulled their entire apologies.

Eventually I got up and meandered into my room to sulk. Pouting was a specialty of mine, so what better way than to spend the evening being a broody dick-pickle. Hearing the crew member come to take Emmett for his date, I wished him better luck than I had, and then shut my door. I buried my head under the pillows and thought back over my date. Rose was very sweet, but in more of a sisterly way than as a girlfriend. We really didn't have a lot in common, as evidenced by the awkward silence, and we didn't have good coordination, as evidenced by my pummeling. I'm not sure how the date could have gone worse, but at least she laughed it off in the end, and I still had a chance to redeem my man card with another date… if the other girl would even allow it.

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*~*BPOV*~*

"When did Ali leave again?" Rose asked, checking her watch.

"Hmm… I think she's been gone for about an hour and a half," I replied, staring at the clock on the wall. "I'm gonna go ahead and say that's a very good sign."

"You're telling me. I can't wait to hear how her date went."

"Well, you don't have to wait any longer," Alice announced when she came through the door. She looked flushed and sated. That could be good or very, very bad.

"Awesome!" I said, dragging her over to the couch. "We want every gory detail, so you better get ready to share."

"Oh my god, you guys," Alice started, resting her head against the couch and staring contentedly at the ceiling. "Just… wow!"

"That imprethive, huh?" Rose smiled, urging Alice to continue.

"You have no idea," sighed Alice, grinning at both of us. "Jasper was super sweet. He even thought to bring us wine. It was so simple, but it helped us relax, and we fell into an easy conversation. We talked about everything… where we work, things we like, what we do for fun. I snuggled into his side the more we talked, and that's when I decided to pull out the Chico's story."

"You didn't!" I exclaimed, remembering that night all too well.

Chico's Pub was a little hole in the wall bar near our university, and to say we frequented it during our college career was an understatement. Ah, the memories, the fun, and the police escorts home.

"Oh, yes I did!" she continued, leaning forward for emphasis. "Well, he thought it was hilarious and started laughing, which was the best sound in the world, so I kissed him."

"Way to go, short-stuff!" I commented.

"Where, and how did he take it?" questioned Rose, clearly excited for Alice.

"On the neck, and I heard him take in a quick breath right before he mauled me," she squealed, and we joined her, jumping in our seats. "I could feel him starting to pull back after a couple kisses, thinking he moved too fast, but I grabbed his head and attacked his mouth. He started it and he was going to finish it! After realizing I wasn't letting him go, he repositioned us onto the floor, and my shirt and bra were quickly pushed out of the way, replaced with his mouth and hands.

"He pushed my legs apart and began grinding to a very nice rhythm. Before I knew it, we were moaning our releases, and then he was pulled off of me by a disgruntled crew member. I yelled to him that he better pick me for the other date, and he let out a 'definitely' before I heard the door shut and he was gone."

"Amazing!" said Rose, giving Alice a hug.

"Sounds like you had a spectacular time, Ali," I observed, smiling and hugging her, too.

"We did have a great time. And the best part was I never once felt like I would have an attack. He has such a calming presence, and he didn't even have to swear to get me off."

"Hath that ever happened before, Ali?" Rose inquired, unsure of herself. "I can't remember you ever being that relaxed on a date."

"You know, I think you're right, Rose," said Alice, thinking through her date history. "At least once during every date I've had to excuse myself, but being with Jasper was so different. He really seemed to center me."

Rose and I were so happy for Alice. It was hard not to be with the way she beamed when she talked about Jasper. She'd never had a steady boyfriend before, so we were both hoping this would turn into a long term relationship. It was unfortunate that guys bolted the second they figured out she had PGAD. Too bad for them, they were the one's missing out on a great girl.

"How exciting for you, babe!" I chimed, getting up and going to the kitchen. "I wonder how you two are gonna top that date? It sounded beyond perfect already."

"I'm sure we'll make do," Alice blushed, clearly swooning from Jasper's awesomeness. "Only thing I'm apprehensive about is telling him about my disorder. I never did get around to telling him."

"I think he'll be more accepting than you think, Ali," Rose added, assessing her reflection in the mirror on the wall. "Well, I'm off to my date. Maybe it will turn out like yourth." She smiled at Alice before going to the door.

Alice returned Rose's smile, and ran to her for a good luck hug. I waved enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up, but knew it wouldn't turn out half as good as Alice's. Rose was never one to put herself out there. She always waited for the guys to make the moves, and it turned out okay most of the time. But usually she ended up disappointed and wished she'd had the guts to take more chances. She was too sweet for her own good, and I was hoping this vacation would turn around her luck.

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Knock, knock.

"Rose, sweets, you don't have to knock," I announced, walking to the door.

"I'm sorry, but it's not Rose," said a squeaky male voice on the other side.

I opened the door warily and stared into the pimply face of one of the crew members. "Can I help you with something?" I asked, confusion lacing my words.

"I'm going to need you and Alice to come with me… now, please."

His words sent a chill up my spine.

"Alice!" I called down the hall. "We have to go. Something's wrong with Rose."

Faster than a speeding dildo, Alice was at my side, panic in her eyes as we followed the crew member. "What? Why?"

"I don't know yet," I swallowed back tears. "But if that fuckmonkey hurt her, I'll kick his ass!"

We were escorted through the house into a secluded room near the back of the mansion. Alice gripped my hand while we walked, holding back tears of her own. I think I was preparing myself for the worst… well, the worst I could handle, but I was also two seconds away from sprinting to the boys' side of the mansion and stealing the supplies to make myself a nice pair of testicle earrings. Not pretty, but it would get the point across.

"Here you go, ladies. Rose is just in here."

We raced passed the crew member, through the door, and into what looked like a very nice sitting area. Lying on a sofa across the room, Rose had an ice pack firmly planted on her face and another on her hip, while a stache-wearing medic took her blood pressure. I hurried to her side with Alice right behind me, and we knelt down next to her, each grabbing one of her hands. The medic quickly moved out of the way to give us more room.

"Oh my god, Rose," I started, the tears falling now. "What the fuck happened?"

Alice continued, holding back a sob, "I swear to the vibrator gods that I'll ruin his chances of procreating if you want me to. All you have to do is say the word."

She giggled and pulled her hand out of my grasp to take the ice pack off of her nose. "You two are overreacting. Edward didn't do any of thith on purpothe."

When I could see Rose's face, I immediately assessed the damage. Her makeup was smeared and her nose was pink from the coldness of the ice pack, but otherwise she looked normal. She also appeared to have a black string coming out of each nostril.

"Don't be worried," Rose pleaded, giving us a genuine smile. "I'll be good ath new in no time. The date went well, really, until Edward tried to put hith arm around me. He ended up elbowing me in the nothe inthtead."

She told us the rest of the details of her date disaster, but never once seemed mad at Edward. I had to admit, Rose was a better person than I would have been. Maybe it was the hockey player in me, but I would have thrown punches until he cried for mercy.

"Then they brought me in here and crammed my nothe with little tamponth," Rose ended with a shrug of her shoulders and an impish smile.

"Well, we're glad you're okay, sweets," I commented, smoothing her hair behind her ears. "Are you feeling up to walking back with us to the room?"

"Yeah. I think I want to take a nap. I'll go with you two."

After getting cleared by the medic and instructed on when to take the nasal tampons out, we slowly walked back to our room. I made sure Rose was settled and had a glass of water and some food on her bedside table before heading off to my date. Truthfully, she and Alice forced me to leave and swore they would be fine without me. I still felt like beating some ass.

Grudgingly, I followed another crew member to the dark room. Feeling like a total idiot as I fumbled around, I made myself comfortable on several oversized pillows that were resting on the floor. Thankfully, I was the first one in the room because I probably would have stomped on Emmett's nuts on accident.

I play hockey… I never said I was graceful.

In about five minutes, I heard Emmett opening the door, announcing his presence.

"Bella?"

"Over here, Emmett. It appears there are huge pillows on the floor, so don't trip."

"All right… um… tell me where to walk. I'm standing next to the door."

"Okay, I'm sitting in the corner of the room on the same side as the door, so follow the wall over to me."

I could hear Emmett shuffling his feet along the floor… and then he kicked me in the shin.

"Ow!" I screamed, grabbing my leg.

"Oh, fuck! I'm sorry," he apologized.

He started moving around, running his hands over my body in an attempt to make sure I was unharmed. Fortunately for him, he copped a feel before I slugged him in the gut.

"Hey!" he yelped, scooting around and settling next to me on the floor. "What was that for?"

"Keep your hands to yourself, grabass," I snarked, half-heartedly. "I save that for the second date."

"Ha ha! Great! So there's a chance for me then?"

"That's yet to be proven, but it seems like you could keep up with me, so it's looking promising."

We both shifted slightly, moving the pillows to get situated more comfortably. I rested a couple of them behind my back, against the wall, and leaned into them. I pulled my legs underneath myself, sitting Indian-style, and it sounded like Emmett did the same, but extended his legs rather than curling them up.

"Well, at least I didn't break your nose," he chuckled. "You know, Edward feels really bad about that."

"He better," I continued. "I was very close to hunting him down and returning the favor times ten."

"Wow, that's a tad drastic, don't you think?"

"No, I think it shows loyalty. Don't tell me you wouldn't go after someone if they hurt your friends."

"That's not what I'm saying," Emmett huffed. "Didn't Rosalie say it was an accident? Give the poor guy a break. Edward didn't go into the date with the intent to hurt her. He's a mess over it."

"I guess I see your point," I acquiesced. "Just… I tend to overreact, and automatically want to beat the living shit out of people. Character flaw."

"Hmm… interesting."

"What's interesting? That I blow my fuse on a regular basis?"

"Not really. What you said kinda made me think you and Edward in a room together could get… interesting."

"Well, now you're gonna have to say more," I felt myself smile as I thought about what Emmett was insinuating. "You've intrigued me."

"I won't expand beyond this," he paused for effect, "you two are very similar, yet polar opposites at the same time. You two could be diabolical!"

Emmett's words sent a pleasant shiver through my nether-regions. One second, I was thinking about voiding Edward's penis power, and the next I wanted to learn more about him. It was a very confusing prospect for me, since I hadn't had more than a one night stand in the past four years, and boyfriend-girlfriend status seemed to constantly evade me. I suppose I was really hoping not to screw this vacation up. Talk about whiplash.

"Whoa…" I whispered more to myself than Emmett.

"Just hurt yourself thinking, didn't ya?" I could literally hear the smirk in his voice.

"You're kind of an ass, you know that?"

"One of the best," he laughed. "And I'll even let you touch it, free of charge."

I giggled and nudged him with my shoulder. He barely moved even though I'd put quite a bit of force into it, and I'm not going to lie, I had the sudden urge to feel his arm.

"Hey, Emmett," I mumbled, suddenly unsure of myself. "Can I do something… strictly for research purposes, of course?"

"Uh, sure," he stuttered then added, "as long as it doesn't involve anything being inserted anywhere near my fine specimen of man-ass."

"Knock it off, will ya?" I snorted. "I just wanted to feel your arm."

"Go right ahead. Should I flex for you and give you the full effect?"

"No, that's all right. I think I'll survive with the flaccid version for now."

"Okay, well, don't say I didn't offer. You're missing out."

He placed his hand on my knee and I ran my fingers from his wrist to his forearm. I realized rather quickly that Emmett was ticklish. His muscles twitched and strained under my slight touch, and I could feel him holding back laughter. Deciding to take a different approach, I used my palm to move over his bicep, up to his shoulder, and back down to his bicep where I squeezed gently. The boy was ripped! His arm was easily the size of my leg, and I shuddered to think of how big the rest of his body was.

Mind, have you met my friend gutter?

"So, what did you think?" Emmett asked, taking his hand off my knee and stealing his muscles back.

I was thankful it was dark because he certainly would have seen the drool pouring from my gaping mouth.

"Um, nice… yeah, nice," I swallowed thickly, trying not to pant out loud. Too bad he noticed.

"Just so we're clear," his minty breath blew past my cheek, brushing the hair off my shoulder, and I noticed he was dangerously close to me, "you only get one free touch. The rest you have to earn."

Putty… complete and utter putty. At that moment, he could have told me to pick my nose and eat it, and I wouldn't have hesitated. I'm also pretty sure the next couple words that came out of my mouth were gibberish, as evidenced by his booming laughter.

"Bella, you are so easily flustered. Definitely have to get you and Eddie-boy together."

Ugh! I wanted to smack him! The schmuck was playing with me the entire time, seeing if he could get a rise out of me. Point one, Emmett… Bella, nil. Two could play this game.

"Thought that was funny, did you?" I questioned, hopefully turning this around on him. "Well, what if I said I don't always wait till the second date for a proper groping?"

That seemed to shut him up rather quickly. I heard him gulp and slightly whimper before I continued, "But since you've made it clear I only get one free touch, it only seems fair to return the favor. And you had a nice little rummage over my body when you first came in, so I'd say we're even."

One all.

I could hear Emmett scooting around on the floor, and all of a sudden, I was being lifted into the air and slung over his shoulder. Screaming, flailing, punching. Nothing fazed him, and the more I struggled, the louder he laughed in return.

"Put me down, you big oaf!" I yelled, clawing for a hold on his back.

"Aw, come on," he pouted. "I just started having fun."

Then he smacked my ass with a resounding "thwap" and settled me onto the pillows. I debated beating him up, but it was impossible to see where my punches would go, so I opted for crossing my arms in frustration and sulking.

"What? Now you won't talk to me," Emmett said, sounding sorry. "I just thought it'd be funny."

He then said something under his breath, and I caught the words "Edward" and "sour-puss" before his mumblings dropped off.

For the love of Bob! Emmett was like a kid… a big, goofy kid. He was venturing into big brother status with the antics he was pulling, and that's when it hit me; there's no way his frame matched the size of the guy I'd spied in the window the other day. That left only Edward to be my mystery boy-toy, and I'd just been rubbing all over the wrong guy. Not that Emmett wasn't gorgeous in his own right, but Edward was lean while still being built, yet not overbearingly so. Emmett was also getting on my nerves a little, and I decided it was time to tone down the "date-ness" factor and go for more of a friend approach.

"You know, you're right," I sighed, jumping back into our conversation. "That was funny. I'm glad you broke the tension. Thank you."

"It was the least I could do," then it was his turn to nudge me, but instead of being immobile, I was smooshed against the wall.

I sputtered and pushed against him, while he eased the pressure and sat back into his own space.

"So," Emmett began as I caught my breath and got comfortable again, "tell me more about this 'Chico' guy. Jasper seemed to think he was hilarious."

"Did he now?" I cringed, wondering exactly how much Jasper divulged. "What did Jasper have to say about Chico?"

"He said Alice swore him to secrecy, so I figured I would try and get the details from you… dear, sweet Bella."

I opened and closed my mouth several times, debating whether to tell the real story or modify it and save myself the embarrassment. After a few minutes, I threw caution to the wind and decided Emmett seemed like he could appreciate a good laugh, so I went for the truth.

"Okay, I'll tell you about Chico," I sighed. "But you have to promise not to tell Edward anything until one of us girls says it's all right. Think you can handle that?"

"No problem," he replied, sounding excited. "Hit me with it!"

"So, I don't know Chico personally, but apparently he owned a little, shit-hole pub close to our university. During college, Alice, Rose, and I went there just about every night of our junior and senior years. We'd go there after dinner and stay until we could barely walk ourselves back to our dorms. Another specialty of ours was getting police escorts home for various misunderstandings that always seemed to be our fault.

"Well, one night near the end of our senior year… our last night ever allowed into Chico's fine establishment, Alice was trying to drink Rose and I under the table. She was doing a fairly decent job of keeping up with us, meeting us shot for shot, but then Rose challenged us to a game of darts. One thing about Alice is she never turns down a competition, so I leisurely grabbed the darts from the board, and we began our game.

"At first, we weren't really trying, just throwing the darts at the board with no intention of keeping score. Then Alice realized I was doing better than her and Rose, so she wanted to up the ante. Not only did she want to continue playing darts, but she wanted to add drinking and blindness to the plot."

"Oh, man. This is great!" Emmett cheered. He was so giddy it was infectious.

"We made rules that you had to throw your dart while being blindfolded, and if you had the lowest score after each round, you'd have to take a shot. I had the great idea that my bra would be the infamous blindfold, and Alice volunteered Rose to go first.

"Two shots for Alice, and one shot for Rose later, I thought increasing the difficulty of our game would be prudent in our drunken states. Not noticing the three guys gearing up to play pool directly in front of us, I fashioned my bra into a sling shot, loaded it with one of the darts, and let it fly. Unfortunately, my aim was impaired, as was my judgment, and the dart flew no more than five feet before sticking straight into one of the pool players' asses. He spun around, grabbing his dart-riddled ass, and glared at us, all while the three of us were giggling hysterically."

Emmett's laughter was reverberating around the room. I was very glad he was enjoying himself so far, but my story wasn't over yet, and he was going to hear the whole thing if it took me all night.

"Our laughing fits were short-lived, however, and we got a lecture about dart safety before being escorted to the police station and asked never to return. Thankfully for us, Alice had been saving up money for such an event, and she was able to bail us out and pay for a taxi to take us home with one swipe of her credit card. Our parents weren't as forgiving.

"They signed us up for community service at the local adult day care center, and I got drooled on all day by a guy who couldn't keep his hands off his penis. Rose was forced to sing songs with the crazies, and Alice tried to play board games with an old lady who kept sticking her finger in her butt and sniffing it. Awesome day."

"That was hilarious!" Emmett chuckled. "But it definitely could've been worse."

"I don't know," I paused, confused why he thought that wasn't nearly as horrific as it sounded. "I'm pretty sure those days make it into the top ten most embarrassing days of my life."

"If you say so, but I know Edward's got you beat."

"How could he possibly have that humiliation beat?"

"Because I caused it."

A/N: Everyone's had their first dates now. Did you enjoy the pairings? A little detour next chapter before we get to their second dates. A bit more fun, i.e. torture, for our crew! Aren't you excited? And nasal tampons are real… you can Google it. ;) I also have no idea if Chico really owns a pub in Wisconsin, or anywhere for that matter. Please don't take offense to my story. I mean no harm, Chico. Leave a review, or hate mail, whatever… I'll write you back either way.

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