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The stub of my broken pencil rolls across the desk and Edward's hand stops it before it falls off the edge. He picks it up and I watch his long, pale fingers as he sets it down near my books.

I know those fingers.

They've curled around mine. They've moved over my skin. They've massaged my neck and shoulders. They've played in my hair.

They've touched my lips.

I swallow and lift my gaze and stare straight into the most beautiful eyes I will ever see.

Brilliant, golden eyes that are polite, almost indifferent, and don't remember me.

My heart burns and twists. Oh, Edward...

I want to touch him, hug him. I want to tell him I love him, that I've missed him, missed him so much, but of course I can't. All I can do is stare, drinking him in, willing him to remember. I wonder briefly if this moment will be the start of something new, or the end of everything. I know I'm holding my breath but it hurts to breathe.

Memories burn behind my eyes and I blink hard against threatening tears. His pale hands are folded neatly on the desk in front of him now and he's smiling, but it's a guarded smile, the polite smile he reserves for humans when he doesn't want to make them nervous. No teeth.

But the smile begins to fade, his features shadow softly with a frown. He looks confused now, and uncertain, and I realise he's just told me I look better than the last time he saw me, and he's been waiting for me to say something.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I think that must have come out badly. I meant to say that you look well."

"Oh." At last I find my voice. Well, I make a sound, at least. I take a deep breath and focus. Focus.

If this is going to go anywhere I have to...focus.

I square my shoulders. My feet push and twist into the floor.

"So, are you feeling better?" he prompts.

"Er, yes. I'm good. Fine."

His smile is back. It's still polite and careful.

"We didn't really introduce ourselves properly the other day..." His words transport me back two years to a biology lab. "I'm Edward Cullen."

I nod. "I'm Bella Swan."

I search his face, his eyes, for something, anything, a flicker of recognition, or even curiosity...but there's nothing. I wonder if he'll offer me his hand, but he doesn't. His skin is too cold, of course.

My leg bounces nervously under the table while my hands sit deceptively still on my books. My palms are tingling.

"Oh, and thank you," I continue quickly. "For helping me. Alex told me you caught me when I fell."

"No problem."

He sits back in the chair. He holds my gaze for a second, then looks away. His face is relaxed, smooth. Impassive. I study him. His hair is all over the place, its rich bronze hanging over his forehead. The dark sweater is a snug fit under his jacket and hints at the muscular chest beneath. The tilt of his head, his cheekbones and jaw. His perfect lips. He looks just the same. It could be yesterday that he was holding my hand as we walked through the corridors of Forks High, whispering in my ear that he loved me.

"You must have been fast." My words come from nowhere, surprising even me, and his eyes dart back to me and suddenly I feel self-conscious under his cool gaze. "When you caught me..I...it's just, I saw you walk away, you were out of sight..."

"It was almost dark," he says smoothly. "Perhaps it just looked like I was out of sight."

He's brushing me off, I know that, and yet with the smile and the voice and the eyes I could easily accept his words, even though I know the truth.

"Well, thank you," I say again and he nods. Then he pushes back his chair but I don't want him to leave.

"Did you come here to find me?" I blurt and immediately my face turns red; I can't believe I just said that.

"I came to borrow a book," he smiles and for the first time I notice the volume of modern psychology on the desk by his elbow.

"Oh." My eyes travel to the loans desk near the door and he pushes the chair back a little further. He's really leaving.

"Um, wait...can I buy you a coffee sometime, to say thank you for helping me?"

I'm clutching at straws. Of course I know he doesn't drink coffee, but he doesn't know that I know that, and I've seen him work his way around coffee before...when he really wants to. Geez, he ate a bite of pizza for me once.

He smiles again. "You've already thanked me," he says gently as he stands and I know the conversation is over. If I pursue it any further I'm going to look creepy and desperate, or like Jessica Stanley - not a good start.

He slings his satchel across his shoulder just as Alex appears, red faced and breathless. I notice vaguely that his long hair is all over the place and he's tying it back with a rubber band.

"Sorry I'm late, I was... hi Edward, oh, am I interrupting something?" He looks from Edward to me.

"Not at all, I was just going," Edward smiles at Alex before turning back to me. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

My heart is pounding as I watch him turn and go and it occurs to me that I always seem to be watching Edward Cullen walk away from me.

"Car broke down," Alex's voice breaks into my thoughts. "Phone ran out of charge and I locked myself out of my apartment..." He blows out a breath, slumps into a chair and dumps his books on the desk. "But the day has to get better from here, right? Okay, I've been thinking about Henry the eighth..."

He leans back, swinging on his chair and his voice becomes background noise as I watch Edward. There's a problem at the loans desk. The computer is down and the flustered, apologetic librarian is trying to get it working as a queue forms. Edward is standing still, seemingly patient, but I can read his frustration - it's the way his fingers curl around the book he's holding. His finger taps slowly on its spine, marking his annoyance. It's something I've seen him do before, the finger tapping. It's a human gesture, one of several that he's carried with him into his vampire life. Another is pinching the bridge of his nose, but his frustration hasn't reached that level yet. He's staring straight ahead, then looks down at his book, flicking through the pages. The girl behind him speaks and he turns, gives her a polite smile and a nod, but nothing more. He looks at his book again and she beams at the back of his head.

"Hey, has that always been there?"

My eyes drift back to Alex. He's still swinging back on his chair, staring up at the ceiling now, and frowning. "It's huge, how have I not noticed it before?"

I look up for a moment at the University emblem, carved into the plaster of the library's high, white ceiling. Then my eyes move back to Edward.

"People don't look up," I murmur absently. Edward's head turns slightly now, I could almost think it's in my direction, and I wonder if it's in response to something I've said. But I've not said anything…at least, nothing worth reacting to.

I can hear Alex's voice and I look back at him, distracted. "Sorry, what?"

"I was asking what you meant? About looking up?"

"Oh, that… um, it's just an observation." I look down now, playing with the pencil stub that Edward has touched.

"And?"

"Well, just that people generally don't look up. If something's at eye level, or below, they'll see it, but they don't usually look up without reason, or without being directed to." I realised this in Florida when I worked in a gourmet deli. The prices were on a sign high above the counter but people still asked the cost. When I'd point them to the sign they were always surprised it was there. They never looked up.

But now my eyes and thoughts turn back to Edward. He has turned away slightly, I can't see his face properly but I could almost think he's smiling, the way his cheek is lifted just a little. I'm reminded of that day in the school cafeteria when I saw him for the first time. I wondered then what he was smiling about and I wonder again now. The girl behind him is grinning again, so maybe it was something she said. My heart sinks to the floor.

Let nature take its course.

"We should probably get to work," I mumble and drop my eyes to my notes.

"Yeah," Alex sits properly in his chair and opens his book with a flourish. "Did I tell you I've decided Henry the eighth was a sociopath?"

-0-

I spend the rest of the day going from class to class, talking to people, smiling, acting like a normal person, but in my mind I go over the library conversation again and again and again. I analyse every word Edward said, every gesture he made, every facial expression, trying to find...something; a spark, some interest...anything. But I can't.

By the time I get home I feel like a volcano about to erupt and I crash through my front door, dump my bag on the sofa and sink to the floor, hugging my knees, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to let despair take over.

It's not like I'd expected him to see me and suddenly remember everything, I knew that wasn't going to happen, but his cool politeness, treating me like the stranger I am to him..it hurt more than I'd imagined.

I remember the first time he ever spoke to me, it was question after question, he wanted to know about my mom, Phil, Charlie, why I'd come to Forks, he even talked about the weather, but today...nothing.

Once more I wonder if I was nothing more to him than a powerful scent and a silent mind.

My eyes burn with tears and I look towards the window, watching dark clouds shift slowly across the grey sky and think how they mirror my mood.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe there is no future for me with Edward. Maybe it was only a really intense first love that was never meant to last past the summer.

Our perfect summer.

I remember his laugh, his smile, the way he'd hold my hand as we'd cross the street; the piggy back rides through the woods; the tender kisses in the meadow; the almost-warm nights curled up with him in my bed; the night he lay with his shirt open and I traced my name over his heart.

I shake my head. No, it wasn't just a first love.

It was everything.

He was everything.

He still is.

He always will be.

I force myself to shift focus, I shove aside the fears and worries and think now of the positives; my bookmark that he kept, how he came back to catch me when I fainted, and even though he didn't come to the library to see me he still stopped and introduced himself and asked how I was feeling.

I stand up and open the window, breathing in the cool, fresh air. My head clears and I call Alice and fifteen minutes later she arrives at my door. It's only two days since she came over with a box of cookies Esme had baked for me and we watched a movie and deliberately didn't talk about her brother. Now her brother is the sole topic of conversation and she sits opposite me on my living room floor, listening patiently while I talk.

"I agree with you," she says firmly when I've finished. "The fact he came and spoke to you today is a good sign. He doesn't generally go around introducing himself; there must have been something that made him want to do that."

But what?

"It was so hard," I frown. "Pretending to be a stranger. I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything."

"Just give it a little time," Alice reaches over and takes my hand, her cool touch is comforting. "After all, he didn't forget you for nothing."

I wait a second for her words to make sense, but they don't. And I can see that she is just as confused by her statement as I am. She starts to giggle, rolls her eyes at herself and waves a delicate hand as if to dismiss her words.

"You know what I mean. If it was just a crazy first love he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of repressing his memories of you. He would have just moved on." She smiles now. "There, that's what I meant. I think."

"He still might say no," I whisper. "He still might think it's too dangerous to be together, whether he remembers me or not. And that really scares me."

I rub the heels of my hands into my eyes. I can feel a headache starting.

"There's something else that scares me," I admit as I take my hands from my face and drop them into my lap. I look down as I twist my fingers, knowing Alice is waiting for me to explain. I glance up at her. "We can't go back to the way we were,"

She cocks her head in that vampire way and frowns. "I don't understand. Are you saying you feel differently about Edward now?"

"No, my feelings haven't changed, but I have." I drop my eyes again and pluck at the hem of my jeans. "Alice, Edward and I wanted different things and I never really thought of where our relationship would take us...I just kept asking him to change me and he kept saying no."

"But now?"

I sigh heavily and think of the last two years. "I went to Mexico with Angela Webber after senior year, before I moved to Florida. We were there for a week, and it was like the beginning of the road back for me."

Alice smiles.

"And last new years eve I was in New York with a couple of people from college. We came up from Florida, one of them was house sitting for a cousin and we stayed in Brooklyn for a week."

"And you enjoyed yourself?"

"Yeah," I give a soft laugh. "It was actually kind of great. I'm not usually a party person, as you know..." Alice rolls her eyes at me. "But being in Time Square, watching the ball drop at midnight, cheering with a million other people, seeing the sights and just being out in the world...I really liked it and that surprised me. That week was the best I'd felt in a long time."

"And you want more of those experiences and you think you won't have it with Edward?"

I shake my head. "It's not that. I want Edward more than anything, he's part of me, I'm not complete without him, but..." I try to think how to word this. "But things worked in Forks because the world didn't really intrude there."

"You mean apart from nomad vampires coming to town?" Alice says dryly and I roll my eyes.

"I mean Edward and I sort of existed in our own little bubble. We had school, we had each other, ...but we're not in Forks now. I'm not a school girl now. I love him, but I see now that I still have to be part of the world too, especially if he won't change me." I keep plucking at my jeans, gathering my thoughts. "I've been thinking today, after I saw him in the library, that we were stuck in this cycle - him thinking he knew what was best for me and me fighting him on it; me nagging him to change me and him refusing; I never properly thought about what a real future with him would be like, I didn't want to admit there would difficulties, I didn't want to think of the practicalities... and there were other things..." I shrug and feel myself blush as I think of his refusal to have sex with me. "It got us nowhere...and I know the way we were then won't work now. We'd just go around in the same circles."

There's silence and I can feel Alice's eyes on me. When I look up she's smiling softly.

"You are different, but Edward's not the same person he was, either. It's like..." She pauses, searching for words. "It's like he knows that he has been happy, and he wants to find that happiness again. He just doesn't know where to look. Yet." She winks at me and a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.

"He still might say no."

"He might. And the sun might go supernova tomorrow before lunchtime."

I gasp a laugh and Alice shakes her head, grinning at me. "I don't believe he'll let you go a second time, Bella"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And Esme agrees with me."

I smile at the mention of Esme. I miss her. I miss them all. But I won't visit the Cullen home until Edward invites me.

"Did you give her my thank you note for the cookies?"

"I did."

"She understands why I won't visit, doesn't she?"

Alice nods. "She understands and she's looking forward to the day Edward brings you home again."

So am I.

I ask Alice if she can see anything of Edward's future. Or mine. But she shakes her head.

"Edward is all over the place these days, it's hard to get a clear vision of him. When the visions do come they're few and far between. Seeing him with you outside the library last week was the clearest one I've had for a long time. And it's the same with you...you're all over the place, too."

All over the place...yeah, that sounds like me right now.

"So, do you want me to tell you what he did this week?" Alice asks eagerly. And I'm tempted, really tempted; I want to know.

"Is it something I need to know?"

"No, nothing important. Just normal stuff. Do you want me to tell you? It might help with conversation next time you see him."

So tempting.

But I shake my head, no.

"I want to do this as naturally as possible, Alice. It would feel a bit stalkerish if I'm secretly following Edward's movements."

Alice scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Please, Bella...we're talking about the man that followed you around town behind your back and climbed through your bedroom window at night."

She has a point. But I think of the next time I see Edward and I know I'll feel uncomfortable if I've been getting inside information about him behind his back.

"Lets talk about something else," I suggest and Alice pouts, disappointed. But I need to move the conversation on now; my thoughts need to move on, because somehow, in amongst all this, I still have a life that I need to live.

I take a deep breath and shake myself a little. "Hey, I start my new job at The Drum tomorrow. Wanna help me choose what to wear?"

Before I've even blinked Alice has disappeared into my bedroom. I'm just getting to my feet as she calls out to me...

"Seriously Bella...ugg boots?"

-0-

The rain pounds on my roof all night and into the morning, but despite the vampire-friendly weather that lasts all day I see no sign of Edward at school. The only Cullen encounter I have is a text from Alice as I drive out of the college parking lot on my way to work at three o'clock. It's a smiley face and a good luck message for my new job. I text back a quick thank you as I pull up outside the store.

The Drum is a large music store. They sell instruments and sheet music as well as CD's and DVD's and they have a retro section for vinyl record albums. I'm nervous as I walk through the door but Ellen, the owner and manager, is warm and friendly, with a hearty laugh and voice that has smoked too many cigarettes. She welcomes me but is clearly happy to stay in the background - once she has introduced me to her team she disappears into the office behind the main counter and closes the door.

I'm rostered on for Wednesday and Thursday afternoons and all day Saturdays and I'm glad I'll be working with the same people each time - it makes life easier. My co-workers are an interesting bunch. They're all roughly my age, and it only takes me half a shift to understand that Alison is a control freak who thinks she's in charge, Scott couldn't be any more laid back if he was unconscious, and Amaranthe, with her long ink-black hair, dark flowing clothes and deathly white make-up is all about being moody and mysterious.

"She's a goth," Alison informs me in a conspiratorial whisper as she re-stacks the pile of CD's I've already arranged on the counter. "Don't be put off by her, she's actually really nice once you get to know her. Um, I always stick the price tags in the top right corner."

We both look down at the pile of CDs. I've stuck the price tags halfway down the left side where they won't obscure anything of the title or the artist's name. I wonder if Alison is just commenting or if this is a veiled directive for the future.

"I just thought they didn't cover anything up if I put them on the left."

"Mm," she says, considering this. "Maybe. Oh…!" She turns quickly as a jarring melody comes from the instrument showroom. "Someone's touching the electric organs!" She adjusts her auburn ponytail like a soldier might adjust his helmet, and she goes off to do battle. A second later I hear the strains of Purple Haze come to an abrupt halt, just as Scott joins me at the counter.

"I stick the price tags right in the middle, just to annoy her," he says, grinning, eyes twinkling, and I can't help grinning back. He has one of those friendly faces that just makes you smile. "Come on," he waves me over to the computer at the other end of the counter. "I'll show you my secret short cut for processing pre-orders. Just don't tell Alison."

The afternoon passes quickly. The store is busy and I sell about a dozen CD's, a couple of records and a harmonica. Amaranth wafts around, helping some customers, startling others. She says little and smiles less but is very helpful when I need to find guitar picks with a high friction coating.

Alison and I rearrange the window display. Well, I hand props to Alison and she puts them where she wants them, but gradually the Elvis tribute is replaced with posters and hanging CD cases for Linkin Park's latest album.

By the time we close at seven o'clock I'm exhausted. Ellen congratulates me on a successful first day and jokingly asks if I've been scared off yet. I smile and tell her I'll be back and as I wave goodnight and head out the door towards my truck I wonder if The Drum is the sort of music store that Edward might visit.

-0-

There's no sign of Edward on Thursday. Or Friday.

I go to classes, I write my notes - my eyes scour the grounds and the hallways.

I serve customers at The Drum and place orders and look up every time the shop door opens, but it's never him

On Friday night I go to a movie with a small group from my English lit class. As we stand outside the theatre, trying to decide between the comedy and the action thriller, a silver Volvo streaks past. My eyes follow it, watching it stop at a red light a little further down the street, and I wonder...

Then I realise that I don't even know what car Edward drives now. Are they always silver? I don't know. Actually, there's so much I don't know.

I throw another look in the direction of the silver car. Then the traffic light turns green and it drives away as I turn and walk into the theatre.

-0-

Saturday dawns with brilliant sunshine and I know there's no point even looking for Edward today.

As the sun's rays pour through my windows I dress and eat breakfast and get to the store in time for nine o'clock opening.

Amaranthe is yawning as she stows her oversized bag beneath the counter. Scott is stretching and scratching at his head as he starts up the computers. Alison is bright and perky as she flips the closed sign to open. Ellen doesn't come in on Saturdays.

It's quiet, business is slow to start and while the shop is empty we spend the time talking and Scott does a coffee run to the café across the street. I notice that today Amaranthe's finger nails are the most vivid purple I've ever seen, it's a small explosion of colour against the black of her clothes...along with the red laces in her Doc Marten boots.

Alison puts a pile of flyers on the counter. They're advertising a Halloween party at a nightclub called Jinx. Scott folds one into an airplane and sends it flying...right into the face of our first customer as she walks through the door.

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry, ma'am..." he hurries over and makes amends while Amaranthe and I stifle smiles and Alison scowls.

Business picks up and by eleven o'clock there is a queue of customers and Amaranthe and I are working both registers.

"It's for my mom," the young guy explains as he hands me Abba's Greatest Hits. "Birthday present," he adds.

As I scan the barcode I smile, not just because of his comment, but because he's the last in the queue and things are calming down a little now. Amaranthe has disappeared into the stock room now. "Moms like Abba, don't they?" the young guy asks me suddenly and he sounds a little worried.

"Oh, well, I guess that depends on the mom."

"Does yours like Abba?"

I think of Renee, dancing around the living room to Waterloo and crooning along with Fernando... "Come on, Bella, join in!"

"Um, actually, yeah, my mom does like Abba. But if you're not sure, why don't you bring your mom in to choose for herself? She'd probably like spending the time with you and she could choose whatever she liked."

He thinks about this for a moment and then grins at me.

"Yeah, yeah...thanks!" He hurries out the door and I'm smiling as I cancel the sale in the system.

"Hello."

My fingers jerk on the on the keyboard and I drop Abba on the floor. I look up and Edward Cullen is standing at the counter, right in front of me. His hair is a rumpled mess, hanging low over his forehead into his eyes and I know he must have been pulling his fingers through it just seconds before. His eyes are darker today and he's not quite smiling as he sets a pile of CDs on the counter. And the first thing I think is how can he be here when it's sunny outside, but a quick glance out the windows reveals a change from blue skies to grey.

"I didn't know you worked here."

"I just started on Wednesday," I explain.

He nods but says nothing while I stare at him and a second later his eyes drop to the CDs and that small gesture brings me out of myself.

"Um, you're buying these?" I almost, almost, roll my eyes at myself. Of course he's buying them.

"Yes, please." He's not quite smiling as he answers.

I nod and lift the first CD from the pile.

Edward pulls his wallet from his back pocket as I scan the jazz compilation by an artist I don't know. His wallet is different from the one I remember, but the credit card he takes out is the same – sleek and silver with a transparent diagonal strip across the corner. In my time working at Newtons, and at the deli in Jacksonville, and even my few days here at The Drum, I've never seen another credit card like it. He holds it between his fingers as I keep scanning, desperately trying to think of something to say…something clever or witty that might spark his interest. Relax, I tell myself. Let nature take its course. But before I can think of anything to say, Edward speaks, startling me.

"Do you like working here?"

"Oh...um, yeah, it's good. I like it."

"Even when they play The Monster Mash through the speakers?"

He's smirking softly and I notice now that The Monster Mash is in fact being piped through the store. Probably Alison's idea, getting into the Halloween spirit.

"Um, yeah, even then," I smile. Our eyes hold for a second. I try to think of something else to say, but the conversation stalls as Edward rests his credit card on the counter, shoves his hands in his pockets and looks out now towards the street.

I keep scanning.

There are fourteen CDs in all and I try to go slowly, stretching the time, waiting for conversational inspiration to strike. And it frustrates me. We used to talk all the time, but now...

Some of the titles he's buying surprise me. The two classical recordings I understand, the three new indie releases I get, and the jazz of course, but the others… polka music? A couple of country and western albums? He hates country and western. Well, he used to hate it.

"You have a really interesting mix of music here," I say, mentally high-fiving myself as inspiration finally strikes. "You must have a wide taste in music."

Edward looks down, frowning, and confusion crosses his face. He lifts his face and he looks almost...embarrassed? Really?

He pulls his hand through his hair and shrugs.

"They're for my mom."

His answer throws me, but as he smiles a little wider I realise he's referring to the previous customer. He obviously overheard.

I start laughing. "Do you want me to throw in some Abba, then?" I hold up the greatest hits CD and he smiles properly now, a full, brilliantly crooked Edward Cullen smile. But even though he's smiling at me, there's still nothing more than friendly politeness in his eyes.

"I think I'll pass," he says.

I smile back, pleased with our banter, and try to think of what to say next as I wonder about the real reason behind the rogue CD's.

I put Abba back down and shift a Glenn Campbell CD aside, ready to scan the next in the pile, and I find another surprise.

"Oh..." I smile.

"You know The Chimes?" Edward sounds surprised as I nod.

When Edward left I couldn't listen to music anymore. Every song was just a reminder, not that I needed reminding. When I did start listening again I looked for new artists and different sounds, music as far removed from Edward, and Forks, as possible...and that led me to The Chimes. The female trio from Scotland, with their beautiful, a capella voices, was a great re-introduction to music.

"I have this album," I say, looking up and at last I see a flicker of something in Edward's eyes, in his face. His gaze holds mine and I'm thrown for a second as I try to fathom his expression, but then suddenly it's gone and his eyes are so politely neutral again that I wonder if I imagined it. "Um, track four, Burning, is amazing." I finally say.

His eyes drop to the CD. "I'll listen out for it," he murmurs. He shoves his hands back in his pockets and stares down at the floor. Through his hair that hangs over his face now I can just make out that he's frowning and I wonder why.

I scan the last CD's.

"Um, that's one hundred and seventy three dollars, please."

He pushes the credit card across the counter and my fingers tremble as I swipe it through the machine. I hand him the slip. "We need a signature for transactions over a hundred dollars."

He nods and signs his name in his perfect, elegant script…

E. Cullen

I put the CDs in a bag and hand it to him and while things don't exactly feel tense, the friendly ease of a few minutes ago has gone. I can't work out why and I know I'll be replaying this conversation over and over again.

"Thank you," he says, taking the bag.

"Would you like a flyer?" I hold one out to him, knowing he'll say no, but I'm just looking for more interaction. "It's a Halloween party…. "

He shakes his head and there's just a hint of a smile on his lips.

He turns and starts to walk away, but near the door he stops.

"Was there something else?" I ask, hopefully.

He looks at me, his eyes polite and mild, and then he smiles and shakes his head.

"No, nothing."

-oo0oo-

A/N: Stay with me...don't let Edward's parting words get you down :)

Sorry this chapter took a while. Next chapter is already written, just needs a bit of tweaking here and there and I hope to have it up in a couple of days. Promise.

Thank you all so much for reading and for your lovely reviews. I'm slowly getting through responses, but if I haven't replied to yours yet, please know I read them all and appreciate them so very much :)

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