"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart for so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time." – A.A Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

August

The burning red sun starts to set low on the horizon, and each wave in the ocean pushes his body against Blaine's. Blaine begins nuzzling his neck and peppering it with delicate kisses - so faint, they are like whispers. Warmth radiates through Kurt from the spot where lips touch his neck to the tips of his toes.

Kurt's hands begin to slide up slowly along Blaine's chest and encircle his neck. Kurt moves Blaine's head so that his lips capture Blaine's, and his heart flutters as the kisses grow more passionate. Blaine's tongue flits over Kurt's lips as if asking permission to enter, the quickening of Blaine's breath matching his own. When Kurt parts his lips to allow access, Blaine's tongue feels so warm and explores the inside of his mouth. The kisses grow deeper, soft caresses become firmer, and Kurt feels as if he is drowning and never wants to come up for air.

Kurt's upper body springs up from his mattress as he gasps for breath. The kisses had felt so real to him that he's momentarily confused about where he is. He flops back onto the pillows, bitterly disappointed, when he realizes that he is alone, in his own bed, in his own room, in Bushwick. The dream was like a perfect fantasy come true – the water lapping against his back, Blaine pressed against his chest, the kisses, the passion… everything. While the recurring dream went further this time than the usual chaste kiss on the lips, it wasn't enough. His morning boner is certainly telling him he's woken up too soon. It feels too creepy to masturbate thinking of Blaine and his dream, so Kurt decides that a cold shower is exactly what he needs.

The water sprays over his face as Kurt tries to decide what to do. He wants Blaine to be part of his life, but isn't sure if he can keep him in the 'friend zone'. His dreams are certainly telling him that. Can he continue to have such passionate thoughts about Blaine when they can't become reality? Will he slip up some day and tell or show Blaine how much Blaine means to him?

Kurt feels like Blaine's partially to blame for all this confusion. Kurt's not at all experienced when it comes to relationships, but he can tell when a man is interested in him, and Blaine sends those signals all the time… The dates, the romantic gestures, the flirty texts, his warm honey-colored eyes sparkling when he looks at Kurt. That Blaine is very interested in him.

But there's also the Blaine who is living with Sam. Kurt might not understand how their relationship works, but he's smart enough to realize that Blaine is loyal and committed to Sam. However, Blaine gives out mixed signals about his relationship with Sam. It's clear that they enjoy each other's company and love to goof off together. There's a familiarity between them that only comes with years of knowing and being with each other. It's as if Blaine and Sam can communicate with a simple glance. In Kurt's opinion, it's obvious that Blaine needs Sam to support him, whether it's at a red carpet event, preparing for the diva-off, or at a photo shoot.

However, Blaine has proven time and time again that Sam's feelings don't factor into his relationship with Kurt. Blaine always changes the subject when Kurt mentions Sam, as if there are separate compartments in his mind for the two men. Sure, Kurt has seen Blaine and Sam together, but it's been work-related. Kurt has never spent time with the two men in a more private setting, so he can't even begin to understand what their relationship is like. Does Blaine dote on Sam like he does on Kurt? Does Blaine inundate Sam with flowers and presents… just because? Does Blaine whisper sweet nothings into Sam's ear? Does Blaine make Sam feel like the most precious gem in the world? Because that's exactly how Blaine makes him feel.

Kurt's puzzled by Sam's behavior in their relationship as well. Sam's a one-of-a-kind man – not the sharpest knife in the drawer but his heart seems to be in the right place. He's also a big goofball, joking around at work and making those ridiculous impersonations. Sure, Sam is a laid-back guy, but he's almost too laid-back when it comes to Blaine. Not once has Sam mentioned anything to Kurt about his friendship with Blaine. Not once has Sam commented on how much time Kurt spends with Blaine. Not once has Sam questioned Kurt about his behavior around Blaine, whether it's flirty duets or sleeping on the couch with their limbs entangled. It's as if Sam doesn't have a jealous bone in his body.

Where is Sam when Kurt spends time with Blaine? He seems to travel to the West Coast any chance he can get. Is Sam committed to Blaine? Kurt can't imagine that Sam would use Blaine to get ahead in his career or for the trappings of his wealth and fame. However, Kurt doesn't see burning desire in Sam's eyes when he looks at Blaine – the look that Kurt has for Blaine.

Kurt turns off the water and reaches for his towel. He looks like a withered prune after spending so much time in the shower. He's disappointed knowing that he still hasn't any more of a clue what to do about Blaine now than he did when he woke up. He takes a good look at himself in the mirror and sees a man hopelessly in love - but in turmoil. Kurt decides this isn't a good look for him. He needs to do something to resolve matters - one way or another.

As Kurt gets dressed for the day, he looks over texts sent between Blaine and himself over the past few weeks. Blaine loves to take photos and send them to Kurt. For example, last week, Blaine sent him photos of the sun rising in Central Park during his morning run, a stray cat that had the same color fur as Kurt's hair, the contents of his fridge, asking for a suggestion for dinner, and a Broadway billboard for The Color Purple, asking if Kurt wants to see it with him.

He then scrolls through earlier texts when his dad was in New York and then to the morning after they fell asleep on the couch in Blaine's penthouse. His eyes zoom in on one message in particular.

I think we need to talk about Sam. Maybe after your father's visit? B xx

Kurt smiles because it's obvious what he needs to do next – speak to Blaine about Sam. Find out from Blaine about his relationship with Sam…. How serious they are, what their future plans are. Only when he understands Blaine and Sam's relationship and commitment to each other will Kurt be able to figure out how he fits into Blaine's life. To make sure that he doesn't back down, Kurt fires off a few texts to Blaine.

Doing anything this weekend? You promised me a convo about Sam. K x

Minutes later, Kurt's phone vibrates with an incoming text.

Unique's taking me to Lips NYC on Saturday night to see the drag queen show. She says I can learn a lot of diva ways from them. Wanna come? B xx

Kurt chuckles at the thought of Blaine going out incognito to see drag queens perform. Unique is definitely the right mentor for Blaine for the diva-off. As much fun as it sounds, it isn't quite the meet-up Kurt envisions, though. He wants a proper discussion with Blaine about Sam, and that's not going to happen at Lips NYC with Unique. Kurt sends a reply to Blaine.

Umm… No. I really want to spend time with only you, and have that promised convo about Sam. Plans for Sunday? K x

After waiting a few minutes without getting a reply, Kurt goes to the kitchen to make a cup of herbal tea. When he takes his first sip, his phone vibrates.

Sunday morning, I'm at yoga and then doing a run in Central Park. Join me or meet me at noon for lunch? B xx

Kurt is impressed with how committed Blaine is to getting into shape for the diva-off. It's not like Blaine doesn't have an impressive body already. He decides that two hours of hot yoga is too much to bear in the August heat, but he wants to show his support for Blaine's fitness regime.

I'll meet you for the run in Central Park and then lunch. Text me a time and place. K x


Kurt signs for the package delivered by FedEx and is intrigued to know what the thick letter-sized envelope might hold. He sits down at the dining table and carefully opens the package, taking out its contents. The first item is a one-inch-thick document entitled 'Contract between Elle Magazine and Kurt Elizabeth Hummel'. Kurt instantly dismisses it and is astonished that Sebastian Smythe would even try to poach him from Vogue. However, he can't help but glance at the first page and the amount of $100,000 pops out from the sea of words. Kurt's curiosity is peaked, so he reads through that first page and almost chokes when he finds out that the $100,000 is his proposed salary, per month.

Sebastian Smythe and Elle Magazine now have Kurt's attention. He quickly scans the rest of the contract, which sets out the terms for working exclusively for Elle Magazine for one year. He does a quick mental calculation, and he would earn $1,200,000 during the contract period. He whistles as he slowly exhales, thinking about what he would do with all that money. Kurt has never even considered the possibility that he could make over a million dollars while still a teenager. His dad's mortgage would definitely be paid off. He briefly scans the rest of the document, but focuses on the benefits section. In addition to the usual things like health care, sick pay, and what-nots, there's a driver available to him for Elle-related work and the use of a condo in Gramercy Park.

Kurt looks at the key ring that came inside the package. The metal tag reads '#2J, 8 Gramercy Park South'. The key ring holds a few keys and also a memory stick. Kurt dashes to his bedroom to grab his computer, and his whole body is thrumming in anticipation whilst it boots up. When the computer is ready to go, Kurt inserts the memory stick into the port. The stick contains one file, which is a slide show of the apartment 2J. The floor plan reveals that it is a one-bedroom, 750 square foot apartment, but it is cleverly laid out to maximize the space. The photos show the rooms, furnished with simple modern furniture. There are honey-colored wooden floors, except for the bathroom and kitchen, which are tiled. The windows are on the smaller side, but let in the bright sunlight, making the apartment look warm and inviting. The galley kitchen has new stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. The bathroom is basic, with white tiles, but most importantly, it has a bathtub. He's missed having a good long soak with the 'shower only' at the Bushwick loft. The view from the windows is superb, seeing as the apartment overlooks Gramercy Park, which is leafy and green. It's close to the subway and there's a live-in superintendent, which gives the building additional security.

When Rachel returns home from a morning of Funny Girl rehearsals, Kurt is on the Internet researching the Gramercy Park neighborhood. When Rachel sees what Kurt is doing on his computer, she lets out a big huff.

"I know our lease on this place is up next month, but don't you think we should talk about what we should do? Are you really looking to move to Gramercy Park without me?"

"Oh, it's nothing like that, Rach. Elle Magazine has made me a rather unique contract offer and it includes an apartment in Gramercy Park."

"What?! When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I only received the proposed contract an hour ago. It's not like I'm going to accept it, because I would have to work for Sebastian Smythe. However, it did get me wondering about whether we should move… now that we're both making more money."

"What do you mean, you're not going to accept? Let me see it!" Rachel cries out, as she snatches the paper document from the table.

"You plan to say 'no to $100,000 per month? Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not crazy. I like working for Vogue and the people there are nice."

"You mean Blaine Anderson is nice. But nice isn't going to get you on Broadway. If you work for Elle Magazine for a few years, you could afford to invest in a Broadway production that would land you the starring role."

"Maybe that's not what I want any more. Maybe there are other things in life more important than being rich and famous."

"Are you the same Kurt Hummel that arrived here almost a year ago? Where are your dreams? Your ambition?"

"Dreams can change, Rach. You know that. At the moment, I'm happy being a model - but I want to do it on my own terms and in my own way."

Rachel is quiet for a few minutes as she thinks about what to say. She moves her chair closer to Kurt and gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"You're right. I do know that dreams can change. It's just that I want to see you reach your potential in whatever you decide to do. Can I suggest something?"

Kurt meekly nods his head.

"Don't rip up this contract just yet. You still have six weeks until the Vogue contract is finished. You should tell Sebastian Smythe that you need time to think it over and then see what Vogue is going to offer you. Talk to Wes - see if there are any other opportunities out there for you. Keep your options open until the very end. You always look for the good side of things, and you'll want a back-up plan if things don't work out with Vogue and Anderson."

"Well, that does make sense, Rach. What are you planning to do when our lease runs out in six weeks?"

"I think we should move. As you said, we're both making a lot more money now and I'd love to live closer to Broadway. The late-night commute is killing me in taxi fares alone. Why don't we leave it for a few weeks and decide in early September? By then you should know where you are going to work and if a condo is included in the package. I've got a few things I have to work out myself."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I know that come September, my work will be sorted out, one way or the other. I can't help but think that in addition to work, I should concentrate on my nonexistent love life. I'm surrounded by gay men - yet I can't find one that wants the type of loving relationship I long for."

"You mean that Blaine Anderson doesn't want you as a boyfriend. Maybe a break from Vogue is exactly what you need. He's distracting you from other possibilities."

Kurt sighs and doesn't reply. She's right – even though there are plenty of gay men in New York and certainly one of them could give him what he needs, there is only one man that he really wants.


"Hi, Kurt. It's Sebastian Smythe here. Thoughts?"

"Thank you for the proposed contract with Elle, Mr. Smythe. It's quite generous and has given me a lot to think about," Kurt replies on his phone.

"So, you accept the contract?"

"I didn't say that exactly. I obviously have a big decision to make over the next month, and I want to consider all my options carefully before making it."

"So what don't you like about the contract? Any terms that you want changing?"

"I don't feel comfortable talking to you directly about it. Mr. Montgomery at Fusion NYC is my agent, and I suggest we discuss the contract through him."

"Montgomery!? I went to high school with Wes. He's a good guy, but you should know that he's chummy with Blaine Anderson. He'll want to persuade you to stay with Vogue because that suits his friendship with Anderson."

"I'm fully confident that Wes will represent my interests and not Vogue's in any contract negotiations. Besides, it's none of your business which agent I choose." Kurt can hardly contain the hiss in his voice.

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I wanted to make sure you know that Wes might have other people's interests at heart. I'll send the draft contract to Wes at his offices."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to be the one who informs Wes. Can you send the additional contract copy to me?"

"Sure thing, Kurt. I'd love to be a fly on the wall during that meeting with Wes. Anything else you want, just ask."

After Kurt presses the 'end call' button on his phone, he thinks about how Wes will handle the contract negotiations with this new opportunity on the table. Wes has already proven to him that he represents Kurt's own interests and not Blaine's. However, things are about to become a whole lot more complicated.


Later that week, Wes greets Kurt in his office. "I'm glad you arranged this meeting, Kurt. I've received the new contract from Vogue two days ago, and I think you will like the terms."

"Oh, really? Do tell."

"I should first tell you that Vogue has only a handful of models under an exclusive contract. It only happens when they see a long-term potential to use the model in a lot of upcoming issues. Usually, they hire models to do a specific photo shoot. Having said that, Blaine wants to keep you under the Vogue umbrella for an additional year. To that end, Vogue is prepared to pay you $50,000 per month."

"That seems quite generous. Before we discuss things further, I want to make sure that what we talk about is in total confidentiality – that you'll advise me on what is best for me. There are certain things that I don't want Vogue to know about… just yet."

"Of course, Kurt. Nothing you say to me will get back to Vogue, or for that matter, Blaine. I wouldn't survive very long in this business if I didn't have my clients' interests at heart. Now you have me intrigued. What's up?"

"I received something very interesting in the mail earlier this week. Elle Magazine has offered me a one-year exclusive modeling contract as well, but at double the pay."

Kurt hands the draft contract over to Wes and gives him some time to review the terms.

"Wow, Kurt. This is a surprise. It's totally unheard of for a model new to the scene to command this type of income from a magazine. Are you considering accepting it?"

"I'm not sure, Wes. What are my other options?"

"As I said before, most models don't have this sort of exclusive contract. They're on our books and we hire them out for specific assignments. The daily rates are quite high, but you're only paid for the days you work. The contracts on offer by Vogue and Elle provide you with a steady, guaranteed income. My advice to you is to go under contract for another year and establish your reputation, while at the same time, saving some of your earnings. In a year's time, it might be more lucrative if you go your own way and pick and choose the projects you wish to be involved in."

"I'm not sure whether I should work for Vogue or Elle. Any thoughts on the matter?"

"I should tell you that Sebastian Smythe, who heads up Elle, went to high school with Blaine and myself. We've known each other for about fifteen years. There's no love lost between Sebastian and Blaine. They've been rivals for as long as I can remember. I suspect that this is what motivating Elle Magazine to offer you a contract."

"Does it matter why Elle Magazine is offering me the contract?"

"No, from a business point of view, it doesn't matter at all. However, if you do decide to go to Elle Magazine, it could destroy your friendship with Blaine."

"Why can't Vogue offer me a contract under the same terms?"

"You don't understand how hard it was for Blaine to get the Board to agree to the terms of this contract in the first place. Blaine had really put himself on the line with his vision of you in Vogue issues over the next twelve months. I'll definitely try to improve Vogue's contract terms, but I suspect that they won't be able to match those in the Elle contract."

"So the choice is to make loads of money and make a clean break from Blaine… Or make less money, although certainly generous, and keep my friendship with Blaine."

"Yes, I guess it does boil down to that. It's only for you to decide. By when does Elle Magazine want an answer?"

"Smythe called me the day it was delivered and wants it wrapped up as soon as possible. I told him that I don't want to be rushed into a decision and that he had to deal with you. So basically, I don't know. There is one term in the contract that I have a problem with."

"What's that?" Wes asks.

"The contract allows Elle Magazine to cancel the agreement with two weeks' notice, whereas I have no option but to honor it for its one-year duration. Given what you just told me, what's to stop Smythe from canceling the contract as soon as it starts, leaving me with no job? He would have made his point to Blaine and I'd be left with nothing."

"You're right. In that circumstance, it would be very difficult to get your modeling career off the ground again. Opportunities like this don't come around every day. I'll start talks with Elle Magazine regarding this condition. I will insist that the terms include the full $1,200,000 payment to you, regardless of whether they cancel the contract or not. Even though the Hearst Empire gives Sebastian a free rein with Elle - as long as it brings in profits - they would be very upset with the precedent set on paying a huge sum without requiring you to work. This would more or less guarantee that the cancelation clause would not be evoked."

"Will Elle agree to that?"

"I know Sebastian Smythe very well, and if this is the only term that stops you from moving from Vogue to Elle, he'll agree. He's very motivated in taking something away from Blaine. Elle hasn't been doing very well since Blaine headed up Vogue."

Wes pauses for a few minutes before adding, "Can I also suggest that you have a cancelation clause yourself? You should be able to cancel the contract with two weeks' notice. I'll give the proposed contract the attention it deserves and get back to you with other items. I'll let Elle know that you do not plan to make a decision until the end of September."

Kurt sighs deeply and flops his head against the back of the sofa.

"I'm not sure how I'm going to decide who to work for. I know what I want to do - work for Vogue for another year. I enjoy it there and I've made lots of new friends. However, I'm not sure if it's best for me emotionally. I need to work out a few things in my mind."

"I'm sure you don't want to hear this, but can I suggest that you discuss it with Blaine? He's really a good guy and will appreciate that you told him yourself. Of course he won't like that Elle has offered you a contract and will do everything he can to persuade you to stay at Vogue. However, you may even find that some of those things you're thinking about will work out in the end."

"I'm sure you're right. I really need to have another type of conversation with Blaine before I tell him about the Elle contract, though. You won't mention things to Blaine?"

"No, of course not. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you make your decision."


On Sunday, Kurt meets Blaine at the entrance to his building. After giving Amy his sports bag, which contains a clean set of clothes, they are ready for their run. As they walk to the Central Park entrance, Kurt tries very hard not to stare at Blaine, who is wearing a black sleeveless tank top and tiny green shorts. In Kurt's mind, he looks absolutely delicious.

"I'm bushed after the two-hour hot yoga class this morning. Do you mind if we take it easy and just do the Reservoir circuit? I was a fool suggesting a run mid-day in August. How could I forget how hot it would be?"

"I don't mind at all, Blaine. Why don't we do a gentle jog instead and sprint for the last couple hundred meters."

When they get to the Central Park running track, they spend some time stretching. Kurt can't help but notice Blaine's powerful thighs as he lunges this way and that. Kurt decides that two can play that game and smirks to himself when he catches Blaine staring as he bends to touch his toes and stretch his hamstrings. They start at a gentle pace and in spite of the heat, they enjoy the circuit around the reservoir. The running track was renovated a year or so ago and the views of the water, with the city skyscrapers in the background, are unbeatable. As they get towards the end of the 1½ mile circuit, Kurt gently brushes his shoulder against Blaine's.

"Ready to step it up a notch, old man?"

Blaine laughs as he picks up his pace, "You're on!"

Kurt is shocked to see Blaine race ahead of him, comfortably finishing first at the end of the circuit. Kurt feels winded and drops down to the grass to catch his breath. Blaine slowly walks over to him and places his hands on his hips while he also slows down his breathing.

"Serves you right for calling me an old man! You're just not used to the heat – not when you are on the walking machine in an exclusive air-conditioned gym. I'm out in the heat five days a week running in Central Park. Now come on, I'll buy us some water and we can go back to my place for a shower."

When they return to the penthouse, Blaine ushers Kurt to the guest bedroom to shower and changes into comfortable clothes. Kurt smiles when he sees the blow-dryer and all sorts of hair products available in the bathroom. There's even factor 50 suntan lotion set out on the counter for Kurt to put on. Blaine thinks of everything. After thirty minutes, Kurt leaves the guest bedroom, feeling refreshed and ready for the afternoon with Blaine.

"So what are our plans for lunch?" Kurt asks when he sees Blaine in the kitchen. "I'm starving."

"I thought we could have lunch in the park. Amy has made us a picnic, and we could eat it there and just chill for the rest of the day."

"Sounds like a really good plan. Let me help carry things." Kurt grabs the blanket and a canvass bag off the counter, leaving Blaine to carry the cooler.

Kurt lets Blaine lead them into the park, and after a fifteen-minute walk, they stop underneath an elm tree. The spot is reasonably private and the Belvedere Castle can be seen close by.

"You picked a perfect spot, with plenty of shade, Blaine. You must know how much my pasty skin is worth to certain companies."

"I think of it more as porcelain, creamy skin. It's really perfect... uhm... not just for work… I mean…"

Kurt thinks that Blaine's rambling is simply adorable. He gives Blaine a large smile to silence him. He arranges the blanket on the grass as Blaine opens the canvas bag and takes out a platter. Soon, Blaine is taking small plastic containers from the cooler, opening the lids and systematically placing them on the tray. There are black olives, chunks of marinated feta cheese, cherry tomatoes, hummus, baba ghanoush made of eggplant, tabbouleh, little parcels wrapped in grape leaves, and other tasty morsels that Kurt can't identify, but that he thinks look tasty. Blaine then pulls out a small basket and fills it with wedges of pita bread. Kurt can't help but laugh when he sees the wonderful spread in front of him.

"What's so funny, Kurt? Don't you like Middle Eastern and Greek food? It's all very healthy. I can always find you a hotdog or something else if you want?"

"No, it's not that at all. The picnic looks wonderful and I'm so impressed that you went to all this effort."

"Well, you can thank Amy. The lunch was all her idea," Blaine mutters.

"I laughed because I was thinking that I wish high school Kurt could have had known about this day. I wouldn't even be able to pronounce the names of half this food when I was in high school. The image of having a sophisticated picnic with a gorgeous guy on a glorious sunny summer's day in Central Park would have helped me through the rougher times in Lima."

Blaine blushes as he awkwardly hands Kurt a lemon-flavored mineral water. "Y-you think I'm gorgeous?"

Kurt stomach falls when he realizes that he said that bit out loud. He looks Blaine straight in the eye and says, "You know I do, and so does every gay man in New York. I'm just the lucky one who knows that your beauty goes beneath the surface."

Kurt can see Blaine's eyes soften and sparkle as they go slightly watery. He needs to get things back to the friend-zone and he needs to do it fast. "Now, let's tuck in. I'm dying to find out what's inside those grape leaves."

Blaine starts talking about his past few weeks and Kurt laughs at a funny story about Tina and the printer. Apparently, Tina has a crush on the factory foreman and makes it a virtue of going to the printer's late in the afternoon on Fridays to inspect the quality of the magazines coming off the press. Kurt doesn't say it out loud, but he secretly sympathizes with Tina. He knows what it's like to crush on someone - waiting for some sort of sign that the feelings are reciprocated.

Soon the lunch mezze platter is demolished and they both feel happy and full. Blaine puts away the empty containers and takes out mini-speakers for his phone. Soon the piano notes of Debussy's Clair de Lune gently drift through the air.

"Hey, that's the music that was playing when I gave you a foot massage. Remember… After we went to the Brooklyn Flea Market."

"Of course I remember. That was one memorable foot massage. Since that day, I've found that I really enjoy this piano piece, and I listen to it when I want to relax."

Blaine lays down on top of the blanket and pulls Kurt down to his side. "I know you want to talk about Sam, but just for now, can we listen to the music?"

Kurt gulps slowly and nods his head. Blaine takes his hand, enveloping it with his, and closes his eyes. The moment feels so intimate – even though their bodies are not touching – but Kurt suspects that the conversation about Sam will not go how he wishes it would. Kurt decides in that moment that he's going to treasure this feeling of being close to Blaine. Kurt hears Blaine's breath even out as he starts to nap, and he can't help but stare at Blaine's long eyelashes spreading across his upper cheeks. Soon Kurt closes his eyes as well and dreams about the man beside him.

Author's notes

Thank you to Lilyvandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter.

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