Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

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BPOV

"You seriously have to talk with the girl before inviting her somewhere!" I moaned.

"I thought girls liked romance," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, stick to this: I'm not a great fan of romance," I whispered, glancing at the screen where the couple was kissing heavily and clothes were disappearing.

"What would you have liked?"

"Iron Man 2!" I said, promptly. I had waited for it to come out and never had time to see it.

"That's because of the actor!" Edward said under his breath.

"I like Robert, but I love the movie, really. I'd prefer action in spite of this…mushy stuff."

"They're kissing in the other one, too."

"It's not about the romantic lives of the characters!" I groaned.

"You're weird, Swan," he mumbled, and lowered in his seat. "Well, since either of us watches the movie…." he trailed off and glanced at me, cocky grin in place.

"Don't even think about it," I threatened him. "I'd better leave than do that."

"Come on, Swan. No one can see us."

"I thought we were trying to say the other's first name!" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him when he leaned closer to me.

"One kiss."

"Fuck you."

"If you wish…?"

"Cullen, you're getting on my nerves!"

"Bella? Please?" he tried again, changing tactics.

"Shut up, please."

He moved before I could react. My face was angled to him, his arm around my neck and his lips pressed on mine. It had been over a week since that kiss in the rain. He had managed to steal another one or two, but both were close-mouthed. This time, he wasn't good. I felt his tongue on my lower lip, and the sensation was new and arousing. I sighed, burrowing my fingers in his hair and felt him grin. He twisted his hand in my hair and shoved his tongue in my mouth, groaning softly. The sound spurred a weird sensation in my tummy. Tentatively, I touched my tongue to his, and the effect was instant. I moaned and my panties wet. He dragged me on his lap and pressed his lips further to my mouth. I knew why he was doing this so often. It felt amazing, the sensations just a kiss could create!

Someone from the screen moaned and soon after that, I heard sounds that proved that the characters were having sex.

Edward moaned and crushed me to his chest, still trying to find all my cavities. I felt my lungs burn, and I knew I had to breathe soon. I took a breath and was intoxicated by his scent; musky, manly and like soap. He separated first, but didn't go far, his lips still on my skin. This time, they were leaving a trail on my jaw, from a side to the other.

Light filled the room and I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to it.

"I guess, it's over," Edward said, in a husky voice I hadn't heard him use before.

"Yeah," I agreed, shakily.

We left the theatre hand in hand; his was big and warm, grasping mine. "I'll keep in mind…about action movies. Are you opposed to gore?"

"Depends."

"I'll consider it," he chuckled and squeezed my hand.

"Can you let go? We're in the mall. Anyone can see," I whispered, embarrassed. Every student was here so they could see us.

"Let go?" he asked, surprised.

"My hand!" I hissed when I saw one of the girls I knew he had been with.

He let go and shook his head. "I didn't…realize."

"Hmph!" That was all that I had for his statement.

"Are you coming to my practice, now?"

"Again?" I groaned. He had practice everyday.

"Only if you want. The game is soon."

"With whom are you playing?"

"UCLA."

"Are they good?"

"Yes, Bella. But I hope we're better. That's why we're prac-"

"EDWARD!"

"Shit!" he cursed, and looked at the girl I had seen earlier.

"You trust me?" I asked, suddenly wanting to save him.

He glanced at me panicked. "Any idea would help."

I grabbed his wrist and dragged him to a photo booth. We put the money in and I heard him laugh. I felt his hands on my neck and I turned to slap him.

CLICK

My hands went to his neck, gripping him. He moaned and narrowed his eyes at me.

CLICK

"One more," he chuckled and put a hand over my eyes. I slapped him, not caring that a picture was taken.

CLICK

"Jesus!" Cullen shouted and pushed my hand away. He took the photos and dragged me out, making sure that girl wasn't around. "Why did you slap me?"

"Why did you cover my eyes?"

"It was meant to be fun. You shouldn't have taken it personally."

"Whatever."

~O~O~O~O~O~

November came quicker than I thought possible. We were outside, where the game was held, considering it had been a nice day so far.

The boys had short-sleeved purple t-shirts and were huddled close to Coach Shaw. All thanks to Edward, I knew much more about the team and basketball, in general.

"Are you excited?" Rose asked me, jumping up and down, next to me.

"I guess." I wasn't sure about this. I hadn't seen a game before, only practices.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked, pointing to a man dressed in a bear across the court.

"It's their mascot."

"What's our?"

"We're Huskies, Bella. Ours is there!" She pointed to the boys.

"The players?" I frowned.

"I guess you can't see him from there. Edward's blocking your view. You'll see." She winked.

"I didn't miss anything, did I?" Alice asked, coming to sit next to me.

"No. They're still talking," Rose told her. "There he is! Oh dear! He got so big, look Alice!" she shouted, grinning widely. Who got big? I felt that I was missing an inside joke.

"Spot!" I heard Cullen yell, loudly. I turned my head to see what was wrong, but something white and big, jumped on top of me.

"Now, you know the mascot," Rose giggled.

I was freaking out. I had a big dog on top of me. Why didn't I know about this?

"Spot. Come," Cullen hissed.

"Go, doggie," I whispered, petrified, hoping he'd move off me and stop licking my face. Why did I agree to stay in the first row?

"Spot!" Cullen grasped his collar and dragged him away. "Why must you attack people, always?"

The dog barked, wriggling his tail.

"A real dog? Are they allowed?" I asked, after I felt better.

"Yes. Isn't he cute?" Alice said dreamily.

"No…"

"He is. Look at him!" She pointed to Spot who had his paws on Edward's chest, attempting to lick his face.

"Thank God, the others didn't bring a bear," I mumbled, making them laugh.

Jasper jogged to us and whispered something in Alice's ear.

"Sure!" she said, clapping her hands.

"Edward! Here!" he shouted over his shoulder.

He brought the dog to us and he jumped on me again.

"Spot," Edward groaned and shrugged my way. "Take care of him." They went back to their coach, leaving us with the animal.

Alice took him from me and hugged him. "Ahh, aren't you all grown up?" He answered with a lick of her cheek.

The game started ten minutes later and I barely focused on it, aware of the dog to my left.

The commentator woke me from my daze by shouting about someone having the ball.

"It's nice that they're outside. I hadn't seen a game outside," Rose said, thoughtfully.

"Look! Emmett will score!" Alice jumped and started clapping.

"Cullen dribbles. Cullen is close. Cullen passes to…ehh Cullen and the captaaaiiin….SCORES!"

Everyone started shouting and I stood there petrified. Maybe I knew why I didn't come to those things. Spot yelped loudly, hitting me with his tail.

The commentator groaned as the other team scored then we scored again. I wasn't paying attention. After twenty, excruciatingly slow minutes, there was a break. And then they started playing again.

"Are you with us?" Rose asked, her eyes alight, not taking her eyes off the people in front of us.

"I guess…" We were leading, but I didn't understand much.

"Look!" she hissed to me. "Alice! Look! Remember him?" Oh, she was talking to Alice. She knew more. I should really try to listen to Edward when he starts talking about this.

"Yes! You think he still hates them?"

"Jasper punched him. He surely didn't forget that!"

"What?" I asked, curiously. Rose launched in a story how a guy named Damian had started a fight with Emmett, Jasper and Edward last year.

"One more minute left and the Huskies are leading with three points!"

I saw Jacob Black stealing the ball from his adversary and trying to reach the hoop, but someone else, Damian, I think Rose had called him, got it from him, shoving him away.

"Things are intensifying! Grey has the ball. He's pursued by the Cullen brothers with Black close behind. Grey dribbles. Cullen lunges…Cullen missed the ball. Captain Cullen gets the ball! Anderson tries to help him, but he won't give it up. Just like we know him. Cullen shots and the ball goooeees…in!" A loud blaring noise sounded from somewhere and everyone started screaming. "The game ends. The Huskies win!"

Three things happened at once.

The skies opened and it started pouring.

Spot jumped off my lap where he had sat quietly for the last part of the game.

Damian punched Edward who staggered and fell backwards.

The pack of cheerleaders from my right went wild as everyone else. I saw Spot jumping on Damian.

"NO!" I heard Edward shout, but the dog had already bit the other player. He scrambled up and went to save the dog. The other players rushed in the same direction and I couldn't see anything, anymore.

"You think he's okay?" Alice whispered.

"We all know he loves Edward. I never thought he had the guts to bite," Rose laughed.

They were talking about the canine. I was worried about Edward. Are you, now? My inner self mocked me. He was growing on me, I really liked him.

"Let's go, see what happened!" Alice proposed, when she saw a nurse rushing in the middle of the madness.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I could hear Cullen from a mile away.

"He needs help. Not me!" he protested as we approached the circle that had created there.

He was kneeling near Spot and stroking his fur, blood dripping from his nose. Damian had got him good. But why did he hurt the dog?

I crouched down before I realized what I did. "Is he alright?" I whispered.

Cullen cut his gaze to mine and he shrugged. "I hope so. Come on, Spot. Move, please," he murmured and stroked his head. "Spot? Please, boy."

"He'll be fine. Get your ass up and let the nurse look at you!" Emmett grasped Edward's arm and raised him. He tried to protest, but gave up.

Spot gave a low whine and I turned my eyes to him. He opened his blue eyes and watched around.

"Hey, doggie!" I whispered and touched his head. He was forgiven for jumping on me.

Suddenly, I was angry with that Damian boy. I wanted to hurt him. What had the dog done wrong? What had Edward done wrong? I was up and out of the circle, looking for him. I found him easily. He was smirking and laughing about something with his team.

"What had that dog ever done to you?" I screamed, advancing to him. I didn't know from where this courage was coming.

"Well, well, well! He attacked me, if you didn't see." He smirked and cocked his head.

"Because you punched Edward!" I shouted, fisting my hands. "He was guarding his master."

He moved his hand as a beak or chattering box. I saw red. I lurched myself at him and punched him in his cheek, where I could reach.

"What the fuck?" he gasped, shocked.

"We got a tiger, here!" One of his friends sneered and grasped my arm.

Shit! What had I gotten myself into?

"Don't you ever touch the dog again."

"Or what…bitch punch me again?"

My knee met his junk then my fist connected with his mouth. My wrist cracked and I hissed in pain as he grabbed him junk, hopping around.

"That's quite enough, little girl!" The boy that had talked earlier smirked at me. "Let's teach her a lesson."

No. Shit! Should I scream?

"Ehh I did what I wanted…I'd go now," I blurted out and tried to run away.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch? That's our captain you hurt!"

"He hurt our captain!" I told him and froze when he grasped both my hands.

"Who cares about Cullen? Are you one from his fan club? You don't look his type, doll."

"Take you filthy hands off her, now!" I heard Cullen growl and just like that, I felt safe. "Now, Jason," he said through gritted teeth. His eyes were on mine. He was angry. Probably with me for my stupidity.

"You came back for another round?" Damian had revived.

"Let Bella go," Edward repeated.

Before anything else could happen, both coaches came and separated them. "That's enough, boys! Cullen, get the girl to the nurse," Coach Shaw muttered and dismissed us.

He took my hand and dragged me away, in the opposite way of the medical cabinet. We stopped in a dark spot of the court.

"What the hell were you thinking, Swan?" he exploded.

"I wasn't. Are you happy?"

"That's obvious. That guy is…dangerous. Jesus, don't scare me again. When I looked around and you weren't there…and Rose didn't know where you were…God!" he moaned and hugged me, surprising me. His hand stroked my head and he buried his nose in my wet hair. My clothes were becoming damp, but I didn't care. I felt safe there, in his arms. He backed a little and regarded me slowly then sighed. "Let me see your hand," he whispered.

I put my right hand in his and bit my lip.

"It's not broken. You need to clean up and have it wrapped. Let's go to the nurse."

"No…I can do it for myself."

"Would you let me do it? I'm studying to become a doctor, after all."

"Sure," I agreed and we made our way to his room. "I'm sorry. I mean it. You should be happy and celebrate the victory."

He snorted. "Celebrate what? Spot getting hurt? Or you nearly…Jesus!"

"There you are!" Emmett shouted when we made it to our floor. They were camped in front of Edward's door. "Boop? What happened to you?"

"Go away," he told the guys from the team. "Celebrate alone. Emmett…I need your help."

"Sure thing," he said fast, still glancing worriedly at me.

"I'm fi-"

"Don't say that, Swan!"

"Fine! I'm in pain! I'll die! Happy, Cullen?"

"Immensely. Can you be my right hand, Emmett?"

"We're playing doctor? Cool! Sign me in!"

"We're not playing! This is serious. She's hurt." Edward gestured to my hand. "Sit there." He pointed to his toilet seat.

Emmett helped him with everything he needed. Soon, my wrist was wrapped up and I was sitting quietly on the couch as they talked in hushed voices near the door. Emmett kept shooting me amused glances and I kept blushing.

"Look who I have!" Alice chirped as she entered the room. She stopped and looked at all of us. "Is there a meeting?"

"No. Why is he here?" Edward frowned, but crouched to hug Spot.

"Coach told me to bring him to you."

"He looks sacred."

"I'm sure he is. He hasn't been around here," she agreed. "What happened to you?" she asked, eyeing my hand.

"You won't believe what he was telling me!" Emmett shouted, but stopped abruptly when Edward jabbed him in the ribs.

"You punched him?" Alice giggled.

"No, actually…she got in the middle of the…bears." Edward chose his words.

"You picked a fight with Damian?"

"All of them!" Edward groaned and looked at me exasperated.

"I wanted to know why he hit him," I mumbled.

"Because he's a jerk!" he hissed, and kissed the top of Spot's head. "Go, make yourself at home," he whispered and let him go. He came straight to me and jumped on the couch, putting his head on my lap.

After his siblings left, Cullen sat next to me and hugged me again. What was wrong with him? I hadn't seen him act like this! Quit complaining. It feels great. I loved being in his arms, surrounded by his scent.

"Swan? Are you asleep?" he whispered, after a few minutes.

"Uhnn," I grunted, and buried my nose further in his chest.

"How's your hand? Still hurts?"

"A bit."

He tilted my head and pressed his lips to mine. "How about a movie?" he whispered, against my lips.

"I don't feel like moving," I admitted, embarrassed. Now, I was acting like one of those clingy girls.

"Here. I don't want to go out, either."

I didn't answer, but he moved and shuffled around the room then I heard people talking. The couch dipped next to me, and he squeezed me to his side.

"This is a thousand times better than the theatre," Cullen chuckled and descended for another kiss. I didn't push him away. I turned to him and moved my leg over his, straddling him. I hissed when I put my injured hand on his shoulder. "Careful," he mumbled and started nibbling my neck. "Did you want to watch the movie?"

"I don't even know what you put there." I laughed.

"First thing I grabbed. I didn't look." He smirked and took my skin between his teeth.

"Don't leave a mark! I don't want to explain it to Alice."

"Ooops!"

"Edward!" I moaned and pushed his head away. "Where?" I asked, touching my neck.

He touched his fingers to my jugular vein. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."

I rolled my eyes and went to move off him. He didn't let me go far, turning me around so my back was to his chest.

"Looks like I should pick a movie with eyes closed more often," he muttered.

"I like it!" I grinned when I saw Al Pacino on the screen.

"I said in a good way. The movie is one of my favorites."

"Mine too," I said, uncertainly. Were we similar in every way?

We stayed quiet and watched 'Scent of a Woman'. I felt his hands on my legs and going up. What was he doing?

"Ehh Cullen?"

"Huh?"

"Stop it."

"Nope." I felt him smirk in my neck.

"Please?" I tried, my heart beating a mile a minute.

"Scared?"

"Terrified." I didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Why, Swan? I want to have some fun."

I shot off his lap when he touched me…there. "Because I haven't done it before! Okay?" I shouted, going white then red.

He looked dumb-stuck. "What? You…wait a fucking second. You mean…Jesus!" he groaned and shifted on the couch. His hand went into his hair. "Come here, Swan. We need to talk." He held a hand in front of him.

"I don't think so."

"Come on. I swear I won't do anything."

I walked to him, tentatively and sat on the opposite side of the couch. "What?"

"I didn't know. Really. You believe me, right?" he probed and turned to me. The movie was forgotten.

"I don't know! Why should I believe you? What are you trying to prove by this? It's my fault too because I never specified that I wanted just a date to show you how to do it then…you'd be off with a girl," I mumbled.

"Maybe I wanted all this with you. Just you," he said, his green gaze penetrating my brown one.

"I haven't accepted your advances and now, it's something new and you like it. You'd get bored soon and go to another girl."

"No! It's not like that! Swan, I really like you," he whispered, biting his lip and watching me intensely.

"I don't think so, Cullen. You like the idea of me. Just like I said: it's something new. Give it some time and-"

"How much more time? You're the first girl I've been with for so long! And I've been with you or our friends every second. You'd know if I went to another girl, which I didn't. Can't you see? I've changed!" he yelled.

I couldn't believe what he was telling me. Was Alice really right? Would he change so much just for me?

"Why me?" I whispered, confused.

"Why not you?" he countered. "You are the only girl I can hold a conversation with. It doesn't matter it's in higher tones that your normal conversation…but the girls…well, all they wanted was…me. My body, I guess," Edward whispered, frowning. His eyes widened, and, then they narrowed at me. "You don't want this. Are you playing, here?"

"Are you high?" I yelled loudly. "You're my first fucking kiss!"

He gaped at me. I fought against the tears that wanted to spill from my eyes, but they didn't listen and started falling.

"Fucking shit! I…look, Bella…I don't know why I said that, but don't cry. I have no idea what to do!" he said, panicked and ranked both hands through his hair.

"Because that's who you are," I choked out.

"I didn't…I shouldn't have. Sorry?" he whispered and wrapped both arms around me, crushing me to his chest, engulfing me in his warm skin and his glorious scent.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked when I got a hold of my tears.

"I really regret what I said."

"Not this," I mumbled. "I meant…why do you treat girls like that? Why do you hurt them?"

"I don't mean to hurt them. It has to do…with my past, maybe," he admitted.

I didn't understand. I thought he had a happy childhood with his family.

"I'm…argh Jesus! I haven't talked about this with anyone." He sighed and leaned away. "Don't breathe a word," he told me in a strained voice.

"Never," I promised. It was bad. I could see it.

"Just Esme and Carlisle know this. I've been adopted by them at the age of nine."

"Don't Emme-"

"They know I'm adopted, but they don't know the background." He threw me a dirty look for interrupting. "Can I lay here?" He gestured to my lap.

I didn't know what he wanted until he put his head there and looked up at me. "Is it okay?"

I nodded and my hand went to his soft hair, like a magnet. "What happened to you?" It was now that I realized that he had been hurt in some way. It always was there, on the surface…but now it was visible all over his face.

"As I said, they adopted me at nine. Until then…I lived with those…ehh people?" he asked, frowning. "They can't be called parents. Until I went to school and heard other kids talk about their homes, I thought it was normal…for parents to drink until they fell under the table or for the kid to do the chores…to be-," he gulped and buried his face in my stomach and mumbled something unintelligible.

"What?" I whispered, worried.

"Beaten if he didn't do said chores."

"Crap!" I shouted, startling him. "Sorry. It's…I can't imagine…"

"I know how you feel. I didn't know something else existed. So imagine the amazement I felt when I heard the other kids talk about parents coming home from work, cooking, playing with them, talking with them, watching TV together and other shit. I asked mine and they…were too drunk to answer. My uhh father, I guess, I should call him…he beat me. I remember that and he told me not to say anything about what happens home," he sighed and glanced at me.

"Go on, if you can."

"Why won't I be able to? Later, after Carlisle adopted me…he told me that they were in great debt and didn't give a flying fuck about their lives anymore. But what had I done wrong?" he asked, rhetorically.

"You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time."

"Probably. It took me a few months until I adapted to their lives. Imagine, coming from that to a loving family with two weird twins. Alice was hyper, still is, kept babbling and even attempted once to dress me in girl clothes. I let her…because I thought-"

"She might hurt you if you didn't?" I supplied.

"Yes. And there was Emmett, too. It took me years to realize that that is his usual tone or that when he punched me, it was for fun. I bruise easy and I had lots of bruises. Esme was angry with Emmett every time I had a new bruise," he chuckled.

"Why haven't you told them this?" I asked him.

"I don't need Alice's pity. She suspects something bad happened to me before I came to them, but she never said anything. And Emmett, well…he'd encourage me do what I don't want to do."

"Like what?"

"Go and find them, maybe beat them back or…something."

"He wouldn't! That's not Emmett," I shot.

"Well, this is my magnificent story. So…back to your original question. I decided that there's only one life and to live it. I didn't care about anything."

"But you are aware that you hurt those girls?"

"Sometimes." He shrugged. "Seriously, don't tell anyone. Please." He returned his gaze to me and pleaded me.

"I won't. I promise."

We fell asleep on the couch. I don't remember turning around and lounging on the couch, but that's how I woke up. I was squished to the back of the couch and Edward was wrapped around me. I was sweaty because he was too warm and pressed everywhere against me. I glanced at his face that was on my shoulder. He looked so innocent and vulnerable…I still couldn't believe what he had told me. Why did he trust me to tell me something he hadn't even told his siblings? Maybe he really likes you? I didn't want to dream of that. I knew he'd go back to his old ways.

I tried to move, but he squeezed me closer and nestled his head better on my chest.

"Move away," I gasped. I was sweating. It was a Sunday, and I had to run off some steam. After yesterday's events, I needed my run, more than ever.

His phone started ringing and his hand slapped my stomach then he shot up, gaping at me.

"Ahh!" he yelped, and fell on the floor.

I couldn't help but laugh. He really wasn't used to waking up next to someone.

"Laugh away, Swan!" he grumbled and answered his phone. "WHAT?...Ehh…" He glanced at me and covered his phone. "Alice asks for you. Should I tell her…you're here?"

"I slept on the couch. Alone," I hissed and got in a sitting position.

"Sure." He nodded and uncovered the phone. "YES! I heard you. She's here…No, Alice! I just saw her…I swear! She's on the couch… Just woke up from my phone like me," he grumbled and pressed his head to the couch, glancing at me. "Fine. Come and see for yourself." He hung up and went to his bed, ruffling the sheets.

"What if she sees through this?"

"She won't," Cullen dismissed me. "Where are you going?" he asked, when I got up and went to the door.

"To let Alice in. When she comes then I'm going to change my clothes and go for a run."

"I'm coming too!" he shouted, but it sounded like a moan because he tried to come to me, getting tangled in the bed sheet and falling on the floor with a loud thump. "Crap."

"Come if you can move." I laughed and opened the door, bumping in Alice who seemed petrified in front of the door. "Hey, Ali!"

"What was that?" she gasped and peeked inside.

"Your brother is funny in the morning." I grinned to her. "I promise you, nothing happened. I just fell asleep."

"I believe you," she said sincerely. I felt bad for lying.

"I'll show you funny, Swan! Just wait!" he yelled after me. "No! Don't do that! Spot…Nooo!"

I turned around to see what was wrong and saw Spot raising his back leg and peeing at a leg of the table. My eyes widened and I started laughing again.

"Think it's funny?"

I turned to Edward who had disentangled from the sheets and was advancing to me.

"No! It's…hilarious!" I pushed past Alice, who looked at us confused, and dashed to my room. Tanya was locking the door. "Leave it open!" I shouted to her. But it was too late, Cullen had caught up. "I take it back." I squirmed when he attempted to tickle me.

"Why don't you join me in cleaning the piss?"

"It's your room and your dog."

"Not mine. Team's dog," he whispered in my ear. I was aware of Tanya gaping at us.

"I need to run."

"You don't run. You walk."

"I do it every weekend. Then I have to meet with Nathan for the project at the Earth Club." I kept babbling as his fingers dug in my ribcage. "It's already late." He squeezed and I shrieked, trying to free myself.

"What are you doing to her?" I heard Rose hiss angrily.

"Not your business. Come on, Swan! It won't take long," he begged.

"Your dog. His piss. Your room. Your problem," I gasped out, squirming.

"I asked nicely, you didn't listen. I have to resort to drastic measures." I was in the air, over his shoulder as he ran back to his room. I saw Rose looking after us, bewildered. Tanya had dropped the keys and was staring after us, angry.

"Immature jerk!" I groaned and hit the back of his head.

Alice was in the room when we entered. She was cleaning the wet spot, bless her.

"See? No need to fuss about his pee. Now, put me down, I have better things to do."

A second date! Edward is lucky, don't you think?

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