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"Okay everyone, gather 'round, aru."

The Canadian followed Gilbert down the hall and into a large-ish room that seemed more suited for a board meeting than anything. He stood awkwardly in the doorway as Gilbert walked ahead and took a seat beside his stern brother. Matthew quickly scanned the room, trying to see if he knew anyone other than Lovino, Ludwig, Raiman, Kiku, Fe—

Wait, huh?

He quickly back tracked and stared down his math buddy, the shock apparent on his face. "R-Rai?"

Everyone, including Raiman, looked up at Matthew's exclamation and he shrunk against the door frame. He really didn't like being the centre of attention.

"Matt?" Raiman eyes were a bit wide, but he was nowhere near as surprised as his blond counterpart. Actually, when he was over the small shock, a glint of pride flashed in his eyes and he whispered something that sounded like 'I knew it' before scribbling in a notebook he held in his lap.

"Mmm, who's the new meat?" An older blond woman licked her lips towards the teenager and Matthew blushed furiously under her suggestive gaze. Yao stood and gathered everyone's attention away from the grateful Canadian.

"Everyone, this is Matthew, aru." Matthew waved meekly when a few people looked his way again. "He can—uh…" Yao looked back at the blond and most of the room followed his example. "…What can you do?"

"I…um…" The stomach pains returned, but this time he ignored them. "I…see people's emotions in colours."

Silence is what followed his confession and he looked down at his shoes awkwardly. He knew this was going to happen. His ability probably sounded so lame compared to everyone else. Maybe he shouldn't have co—

"That is so cool!"

"Never heard that one before."

"It is nice to meet you, Matthew."

"What colour am I?"

Matthew looked back up with surprise on his face. Yao nodded before he continued, "Matthew is still new to registering people, so no one touch him without asking, aru!"

"Too bad," the blond women said slowly, enjoying the various shades of red she was causing the young boy to undergo. Seeing that Matthew was still standing at the door frame awkwardly, Gilbert opened his mouth to call for the Canadian to take a seat next to him but unfortunately someone beat him to it.

"Hey, over here! Over here!" A tanned girl with pink tails sitting on the other side of the table waved at Matthew as though he were on the opposite side of a football field. She shifted herself to the next seat over before patting on the chair she was previously on. "Right here! You can sit right here next to me!" She glanced at the monotone Asian she was previously beside, "And Kaoru!"

Matthew nodded and made his way around the table, not noticing the slight pout on the Prussian's face.

"Hi! I'm Michelle, but everyone calls me Chelles!" She said before he even had the chance to sit down. "It's nice to meet you, Matt!" She put out her hand for the other to shake but quickly moved it back to her side. "Oh! Sorry I guess I can't touch you but that's okay! It took me a whole week to get over my fainting bits." Matthew opened his mouth to speak but was promptly cut off. "Oh! That reminds me! Yao!"

"Yeah?"

"I learned a new trick the other day, can I show everyone?"

"Sure. After the introductions, aru."

Michelle crossed her arms in annoyance. "Aww…fine!" And with that she leaned back in her chair and puffed out her cheeks, a childishly angry look on her face. Matthew wanted to laugh, but found if he did she might get mad and he didn't want to make a bad first impression.

Yao stood and turned his back to everyone to face the blank wall. He poised his hand as if to start writing but from what Matthew could see held no writing utensil.

"So this is how it's going to proceed." He moved his hand as if he was writing and surprisingly, bright blue neon lights lingered from where he 'wrote', hanging in the air and forming words. The list was short, but honestly, Matthew was too transfixed with the beauty of the shining lights than what it actually said. Yao finished writing and turned back to the rest of the room.

"Today is going to be a short meeting because I have to go home and finish my essay." He pointed to the first word on the list, which read introduction. "We introduce ourselves to Matthew." He pointed to the second word, updates. "We listen to any ability updates we might have." The third word, home. "Then we go home, aru." He then removed the words with a swipe of his arm, any proof that they were there gone.

"I'll start this up." Gilbert said with a proud smirk, waving at the Canadian directly across from him. "I'm the most awesome person here, as you already know." More than half the room rolled their eyes at the Prussian's statement. "I get info through contact and yes Chelles," He gave Michelle a blank stare before flashing his gloves in her direction. "I'm wearing my gloves today."

Michelle stuck her tongue at the albino who maturely repeated the gesture back.

"My name is Bella." The blond woman said interrupting the small exchange, "I can make people feel good." She released a long breath and a pleasant tingle went up everyone's spines. "I would show you what I can really do, but I cannot touch you."

"Watch out for her, Matt," Michelle whispered none too quietly. "She's a cougar on the prowl and you're the kind of young meat she would love to sink her claws into."

"Who taught you to talk like that?" Bella sent the younger girl an evil glare while Matthew swore his face grew redder than a tomato.

"Raiman, though you know me." The Malaysian said next, adjusting his glasses. "I see people's personalities through flowers."

Matthew peaked up at that last one. "Oh, that would mean our abilities are very similar, eh?"

Raiman gave a hesitant nod, though something in the back of his mind told him that was untrue.

"Vash." The male beside Michelle stated bluntly. Matthew didn't know why, but something about the man was very frightening. From the way he was sitting with his arms crossed, to the way he seemed to stare everyone down with a 'don't-mess-with-me' glare was greatly intimating. "I can unlock anything, so long as I know what model of lock it is."

"Chelles!" The tanned girl cried happily, a large smile on her face. "I can cool things down, and heat things up! And this is Kaoru!" She reached around the blond and patted the Asian on the shoulder. "He doesn't talk much, but he can make shields!" She titled her head to smile at the dark haired boy. "Really pretty shields! You'll show him one day, right?"

Kaoru nodded, his face void of emotion.

"I'm Yao, aru. I can paint." The Chinese male said simply before glancing around at everyone. "And that's everyone? I assume you knew them, aru." He stated, nodding over to the Vargas brothers, Ludwig and Kiku. Matthew nodded back and Yao continued. "Okay then. Chelles, you wanted to show us something...?"

"Right! But first, I need some water!"

Yao handed her his styrofoam cup with the promised liquid inside and Michelle took it eagerly.

"Okay! Now watch this everyone!" She then closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around the cup, going completely silent. The rest of the room followed her example and watched the cup carefully. A few moments of nothing passed before a tiny bubble floated from the bottom of the cup to the water's surface. Another bubble followed, and another after that and before long the water was boiling furiously, stream rising off its surface.

"Aha!" Michelle cried victoriously, showing off the now heated water. "I can now boil water!"

Gilbert laughed and clapped mockingly. "Boil water? Wow! And how long did it take you to do that? Four months?"

Michelle threw a dangerous stare at the albino. "Just because I'm not a freak who activates their ability every time they brush against someone—"

"Michelle!" Yao exclaimed, standing when he noticed Gilbert's clutched fists. "We do not call people freaks here!"

"He started it," the girl retorted childishly, glaring at Gilbert again. The albino scowled before glancing towards Matthew, who was shrinking back from the angry female. He didn't want that kid's already low standards of him to lower even more. Swallowing back his anger, he uncurled his hands before he leaned further back in his chair.

"Bitch." He said under his breath, but the girl still heard it.

"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't kick your butt!"

"Sorry." Gilbert said with a shit eating grin, ignoring his brothers 'will-you-behave' stare. "Female dog."

"Okay, aru," Yao quickly interrupted before the situation could escalate any further. He turned his attention back to the tanned girl and the cup of water. "Does it work on all liquids?"

"…What? Oh, um, no. Just water," Michelle answered with a pout. She cooled the liquid down before handing the cup back to Yao. "I tried it on anything I could reach, too! Juice, soda, milk, smoothies, even alcohol! But I could never heat them to the boiling point."

"And just where did you get alcohol, miss grade-schooler?" Bella asked with a smirk.

"Hey, last year of grade school, thank you," Michelle replied proudly. "And next year Kaoru and I are gonna rule high school! Right Kaoru?"

Kaoru nodded, his face void of emotion.

"Okay, aru. Any other news?"

And that's how the rest of the meeting continued. They told stories about what new things they had discovered about their abilities – Vash having learned that even if he didn't know the model of the lock, he could still get it open it if he knew of the contents behind the lock. And when they ran out of updates they simply talked about anything and everything. From rock music to school to what new movies they were excited to see in the summer. Though Matthew didn't talk much, he was content to just sit back and watch everyone else as they joked around with each other – or fought in Michelle and Gilbert's case. He was glad that they were all a normal bunch and not the strange slightly egotistical people he for some reason imagined them all to be – he made a mental note to exclude Gilbert from that list and for some reason that thought made him laugh. But unfortunately, all good times must come to an end, and a measly hour later he found himself outside the office, talking with the group of people that formed the club.

"That's my mom!" Michelle yelled as a car pulled into the parking lot. She spun around to face Matthew, not seeming to care that the action caused the hem of her dress to fly up dangerously. "Can I touch you now, Matt?"

Though she meant it innocently, Matthew still couldn't help the light flush that appeared on his cheeks as he slowly nodded.

"Great!" She clamped her smaller hands over his, and Matthew surprised himself when he didn't pass out. Well, he felt a little drowsy, but that was it.

"Good to meet you Matt! Promise to be friends with me when I go to high school next year, okay?"

Matthew nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to get a word in edge wise against the girl. She smiled largely at the blond.

"Okay then! I'll see you next week! Let's go Kaoru!"

Kaoru nodded, his face void of emotion as he followed the energetic girl away. Matthew shyly waved back before he turned to the people who were still there, which included most of the people from his school and Yao.

"Let's go Matthew." Yao said, mentioning to his car. Matthew nodded and made to follow but was stopped when someone tugged on his arm.

"You should come with us Matteo!" Feliciano said with a smile. "Your house is closer to ours anyway, and I'm sure Ludwig wouldn't mind!" He paused to look back at the German. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"

Ludwig also paused before he shook his head.

"Just hurry up!" Lovino called, crossing his arms stubbornly. "Mom doesn't like it when we're late!"

"So you're getting a ride from them?" Yao asked, one foot in his car. Matthew paused before feeling Feliciano's grip tighten around his arm. Though he wasn't sure he wanted to be in the same car with the Italian's brilliant yellow colour he figured he had no say in this situation. So he nodded.

"Okay, it was nice to meet you Matthew. See you next week, aru." He gave one last wave before stepping into his car and starting the engine. Feliciano took this as his chance to leave and he dragged Matthew over to the German's car, which didn't turn out to be the 'Awesome mobile', fortunately, but a light grey Grand Prix.

"Hey West, let me drive," Gilbert demanded, holding up his hand for his brother to toss him the keys. What he got was a glare.

"No, East. Grandpa trusted me with his car and the last thing I want to happen would be you crashing it."

"Hey at least I have my G2! You shouldn't even be driving alone yet!"

Ludwig turned a light pink before he opened the door to the driver's side. "Just get in the car, bruder."

"Shotgun!" Feliciano yelled happily, letting go of Matthew to run towards the car and secure his front seat. Matthew released a small sigh of relief for having his arm back before he climbed into the back seat after Gilbert. This put the albino in the middle with Lovino and Matthew at his sides and Feliciano and Ludwig in the front. Lovino scoffed at the Canadian's presence and Matthew squirmed about uncomfortably under his stare. Feliciano, noticing the blond's distress, poked his head over the head rest and smiled.

"Don't worry about Lovi. He's just embarrassed because he called you cute."

Lovino stuttered and glared at his younger brother, his face glowing. "W-w-why would you even say that?"

Gilbert laughed at the Italian's distressed face as Feliciano titled his head in confusion. "Ve? But that's what you told me last night…"

"I told you! Not everyone else, idiot!"

Thankfully the faint buzzing in his pocket gave Matthew an escape from the awkward situation and he mumbled a small 'excuse me' (which went unheard) before he answered the phone.

"Bonjour?" He greeted as Ludwig finally grew exasperated and started to drive.

"Ah…" The person at the other end paused at Matthew's French and the blond mentally kicked himself. Although he'd been living out of Quebec for years now, he still sometimes answered the phone in his native language.

"S-sorry, I mean hello… it's Matthew speaking."

"Williams-kun! I-you sound quite different on the phone."

"Oh, Kiku, hello."

"You did not tell me that you were getting a ride back with Ludwig-san," Kiku stated bluntly and Matthew could hear his annoyed undertone. Matthew suddenly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry."

"It is fine, but please eat something before you see Alfred-kun."

"…Oh." So that was what this was about. He was just being loyal to the promise he made Alfred, not concerned about him. "Okay, I will…"

"Yes, please take care Williams-kun. Good bye."

Matthew mumbled a small good bye back before he hung up and returned his phone to its original place, quickly pushing any self-pity to the back of his mind. Well, now that the meeting was over with and his nerves had calmed down, he could feel just how hungry he really was. Damn, he couldn't even remember a time when his stomach felt so empty. Why couldn't he overeat when he was nervous like a normal person?

"Hey lets pick up some food, I'm starving," Gilbert suddenly proclaimed as if he was reading his thoughts.

"Yeah, let's get pizza!" Feliciano chirped, bouncing up and down in his seat. "Pizza! Pizza!"

"Are there any good pizza places around here?" Lovino wondered aloud, looking out the window to see what street they were on.

"There's Mario's a block over…"

"And you're paying for this?" Ludwig asked his brother, fully expecting him to say no.

"Yep, it's my awesome treat!" Gilbert answered, surprising the Vargas brothers as well as his own brother. He saw everyone's surprise and frowned. "What? I just got a lot of money for selling pictures of West here on the internet."

Ludwig spun around to face his older brother his face red. "You did WHAT?"

"Um, Ludwig—"

"You should be flattered they sell well."

"So you were taking pictures of me when I was getting out of the shower!"

"The road, bastard!"

"No it was the shower fairy, of course it was me!"

"WATCH OUT!" Matthew shrieked and Ludwig turned back around to notice he was heading straight for a lamppost. Everyone screamed in unison as the German sharply tugged on the steering wheel and managed to just avoid collision. Silence took hold of the car as everyone tried to still their beating hearts and Ludwig thanked whatever gods were out there that there were no police around to see that.

"…Feliciano." The shaken Italian looked towards Ludwig. "Where was that pizza place you mentioned?"

/ / / \ \ \

An hour later and Matthew found himself sinking his teeth into the doughy treat, praising whatever genius invented pizza. He knew he should probably try pacing himself, especially since it seemed as though they had just received the pizzas moments ago and he was already on his third slice, but he was just so hungry. No one noticed but Gilbert who was sitting beside him.

"Hey Birdie, slow down or you'll kill yourself." Gilbert commented, rubbing the now sore spot from where Ludwig had hit him moments before. Matthew made sure to shallow his food before answering.

"S-sorry. I haven't eaten in a while and well…"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the blond. "'A while'? Why don't you eat?" His eyes flicked over his small frame. "Don't tell me you think you're fat."

"What? Oh, no!" If anything he wished he weighed a bit more so that his family would stop trying to shove food down his throat. "No, I just…uh…" He dropped his already quiet tone to a dead whisper and Gilbert had to lean in to hear it. "Don't eat as much when I'm nervous…"

Matthew then turned away and looked out the window embarrassed, while Gilbert reeled back and stared at the Canadian incredulously. He just couldn't believe it. He had never met anybody, older or younger, male or female, who was as freaking adorable as this pansy in front of him. Up until this point he was a bit on the fence as to how he should proceed, but now he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to woo Matthew. Hell, no one that cute should be allowed to exist in the world and not belong to him. As sneakily as he could so he could not raise suspicion from the other males in the vehicle, he nudged a glove off his hand.

"So Matt." Gilbert started, shifting himself so that he could try and brush against Matthew's exposed skin without the other noticing. He just managed to succeed in his mini mission when the blond turned to face him. "Tomorrow is the start of an awesome weekend and, uh…"

C'mon, c'mon a place that Matt likes to go to so that he could invite him there… god, why the hell was it so hard to pull info from this kid? He was getting the same information that he got when he first touched him at the start of the week, has nothing new happened since then? Oh! Wait, something new! Argh, he didn't need to know that Matthew thought Michelle was cute. Wait, he thought Michelle was cute? Argh, damn it!

"Is this your street Matthew?"

"Hmm?" Matthew looked out the window at Ludwig's words and by doing so moved out of Gilbert's touch. Gilbert inwardly cussed before drawing back his hand, knowing that if he tried to grab for the Canadian again it would be far too obvious.

"Yes this is my street. My house is the next one on the left."

Ludwig nodded and parked the car in front of Matthew's lawn. Matthew smiled at the German.

"Thank you for driving me home Ludwig."

"Any time, Matteo!" Feliciano replied for the German, who simply returned Matthew's smile with a curt nod. "We'll see you next week right?"

Matthew nodded. "I'll be there, thank you again." And with that he opened the car door and exited the car.

… …

Wait no! It can't end like this! The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt didn't lose to anyone! Especially not pansy Canadians!

"Hey bastard where are you going?"

Gilbert stepped out of the car and looked back to the two Italians and his brother. "The awesome me will be right back, don't miss me too hard."

He shut the door before he could hear the insults he was sure Lovino would throw at him before jogging off to catch the Canadian before he reached the front door. "Wait!"

Matthew stopped when he felt the hand wrap around his wrist and he turned to look at Gilbert in confusion. "Gilbert? What…" He trailed off when he noticed a certain un-gloved hand on his skin and he tugged his hand back. "S-sorry I—"

"Its fine," Gilbert quickly reassured with a grin. He had finally gotten a location out of the kid! It wasn't much, but it was all he had to work with right now. "Anyways, I was just planning of going to the park tomorrow and I thought it would be awesome if we went together."

Matthew blinked at the other. "Really? I was just thinking about going to the park tomorrow too…"

Gilbert's grin grew. "Awesome. So you want some company?"

Matthew paused. No one outside the family had ever asked to walk with him before. Sure, sometimes he met with people as he was walking and they joined him, but never had anyone asked beforehand to come. "Well, um, o-okay."

Success! "Sweet, I'll come pick you up at one." And before any further plans could be discussed Gilbert turned and jogged back to the car, his triumphant smile hidden from the Canadian's view.

/ / / \ \ \

"Arthur! Arthur! Look Arthur!"

The British man looked up from his novel to see the young boy holding up a rather impressive looking stuffed rabbit, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Mommy got it for me!" He exclaimed, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

Arthur blinked at the rabbit, slight surprise on his face. "Oh, is your mother back Alfred?"

Alfred stopped bouncing and he hugged the rabbit to his chest. "No…" He answered sadly, but quickly perked up and looked at his nanny with a large smile. "But Mommy and Daddy are gonna come and take me out for my birthday this weekend! They promised!"

Arthur nodded, forcing a smile as he patted the boy on the head. "Of course they are, lad."

He felt pity for the boy. If he knew his parents—if being employed under them for three years counted as 'knowing'—then they would probably just send their son some expansive gift while they go vacationing in Europe. "What are you going to name it?" Arthur asked, quickly changing the subject before he grew depressed.

"Matthew." The young blond answered easily before he trotted away to introduce his rabbit to the other stuffed animals. The Brit sighed. Of course, he should have seen it coming, Alfred named everything Matthew. His stuffed animals, toys, pets, objects, his…well, everything!

"There's been something I've been meaning to ask you," Arthur started, setting his novel aside and walking towards the child. Alfred looked up and smiled largely.

"What?"

"Don't say 'what', Alfred that sounds rude. Say 'yes' or 'what would you like to ask' or something like that."

"Okay. What do you want to know?"

Good enough. "Why do you name all of your things 'Matthew'? It's a fine name, don't get me wrong but…" He trailed off when he saw the smile on Alfred's smile disappear and he stared at nothing with wide eyes.

"I…I…" Alfred started, his eyes darting about the room as if trying to find something that would answer his own question behind his eyes. "I…I don't remember." He suddenly reached up and curled his fingers tightly around his blond hair tears flowing freely from his eyes. "WHO IS THAT BOY WHO LOOKS JUST LIKE ME, ARTHUR? I DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS!"

Arthur grabbed onto Alfred's wrists and tried to tug his hands away from his hair. "CALM DOWN ALFRED!" He yelled when he managed to get the boys hands away from his hair, only for him to begin trashing about blindly.

"TELL ME ARTHUR!" Alfred cried. He wrestled wildly against the older man's grip uselessly before he slowly gave up, allowing the sobs to wreck through his small body. "Why won't you tell me…just tell me if he's real."

Alfred woke with a small start, a thin layer of sweat dripping down his forehead. He lay there panting, slowly waiting for his heart to settle down. Ah… he hated having dreams like that. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until he made sure his brother was really in the next room and not just a figment of his imagination like he was when he was young.

Throwing the covers off his body and swinging his legs over the bed he glanced at his clock. Two in the morning… oh Mattie was not going to be impressed but he knew he had to get this over with quickly before his mind started to play tricks on him. He pushed himself onto his feet before carefully exiting his bedroom, making sure to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't wake his sleeping parents. Thankfully his twin's bedroom was right across from his own, meaning he didn't have to walk down the hallway and try to remember which floorboards creaked. He gently opened the door to his brother's bedroom and shut it behind him, the faint noise causing the other to turn in his sleep. Alfred walked up to the bed and silently watched Matthew as he slept.

Wow… look at how realistic he was, from the slow raising and falling of his chest, to the way his faint breathing would cause that one hair to fly away from his face only for it to flop back. It was amazing what technology could accomplish nowadays. This one model must have cost a fortune—wait, no! NO!

Alfred shook his head as if he were trying to shake the ludicrous idea from his head. No, this Matthew was real, not something bought by his devilish parents—rest their souls—to confuse him! Argh, he knew he wouldn't be able to quill these stupid thoughts until he heard from him himself. So he placed a hand on the others shoulder and gently shook him.

"Mattie. Mattie," he whispered as loudly as he could. The other blond responded by swatting Alfred's hand away before he slowly stirred from his sleep. Alfred waited patiently as his look-a-like rubbed his eyes sleepily and tried to focus his tired eyes on him.

"Alfred?" He yawned before looking at the glowing numbers beside his bed. "It's late, is something wrong?"

Alfred opened his mouth to answer but found that no words came to him. He felt guilty, for having to ask this question again and again, and to always gather the same response. Of course, seeing as he was probably just some doll with limited programming, him always giving the same response shouldn't be too surprising-aaarhh!

"You…" Alfred finally started, raising a hand to poke his twins arm. It felt real, as it should. "Are you…real?"

Though Alfred couldn't see his facial expressions in the dark he still saw the relaxing of the other's body, as if his whole being had just said, 'oh…'

"Alfred…" The other blond reached forward blindly and managed to grab onto his brothers wrist. He pulled it down and placed the hand on his chest, over his heart. As soon as Alfred felt the thumping of the others heart beat any doubts he had of Matthew's existence disappeared.

"See? I'm right here, full of blood and guts and all that fun stuff."

Though he couldn't see it, he was sure the other smiled and a faint chuckle escaped him as well. There was a short silence before Matthew let go of his brother's arm and let it drop back to its owner.

"You staying with me tonight?" Matthew asked, shifting aside and giving his brother more room to slip into his twin bed. Alfred eagerly accepted the invitation and wasted no time in wrapping his arms around his brother and resting his head on Matthew's chest. This was the real Matthew. He still found it a little sad that even after more than four years later he still doubted if Matthew was real, but Matthew always accepted his craziness with a smile. Damn, he had the best twin ever.

"I love you Mattie," Alfred said yawning, the rhythmic beating of Matthew's heart lulling him to sleep. Matthew smiled running his hand through his brother's hair and closing his eyes.

"I love you too, Al."

I really just want someone to burst into their room and yell 'GAY' just to ruin the moment (I'm not cruel lol)

Also if you didn't catch it, Michelle = Seychelles, Bella = Belgium, Kaoru = Hong Kong, and Vash = Switzerland (though that's cannon). And no, these are not the only other people with abilities in the story, they're just the ones that showed up to this meeting…ohohoho.

So, before anyone asks, no, there is no America/Canada, in the romantic sense in this story. Though if you want to interrupt that as such you can. I write them as awkward brothers though, just saying.

Thank you o-Vii-o, PrussianAwesomeness, N.S-AmeBela(oho maybe), Naruta13, Nelfan(…I'm sorry what?), XxAlysxX(I hate starbucks), kind-of-heart(that 'long' made the review long xD), ArisaLyeanna, Tobigoesbang, Golden and Berry, TriforceKat and HappeDaez for the reviews!

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