A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews. I cannot believe this fic is TWO YEARS OLD. I did NOT intend for that to happen, it just did. THANK YOU for sticking with it!

We're jumping into things here. Lots to go down in the next few chapters. Hang on.

"Only you make me feel this way." She caught her breath as he buried himself deeper into her. "Only you." With the little moonlight shining through the dining room windows, she could see the blue of his eyes and the look of pure bliss on his face. She would remember that look for the rest of her life.

The silence was perforated only by their soft sighs and moans as she moved over him, taking him as deep as she could. Their union was not rushed, it was meant to be savored. This would be the last time they would make love in this house and they wanted it to last. They were making up for lost time, getting closure, retiring old memories and building new ones. They moved together with a rhythm they had created long ago, during their first time together and had only perfected over the years even before they consummated their love once again.

Though they started slowly and deliberately, their passion consumed them, becoming more intense. Cuddy writhed above him, twisting and flexing and driving him crazy, Pain be damned, House bent his legs at the knees so Cuddy could rest her back against his thighs The new angle of penetration drove her wild as he thrust into her and she responded to his every move. He brought her forward so he could kiss her and their tongues dueled for dominance as their hands grasped what they could and held on tight. He ran his left hand through her hair while his right thumb massaged her sensitive clit, all the while whispering to her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. As she came, her body tensed and she cried her ecstasy into his mouth and at that moment he tumbled over the edge with her, gasping out her name and rolling his hips, pumping into her relentlessly. He poured every last drop of himself into her and eventually, they came down from their high, panting, sweating, and completely relaxed. When they opened their eyes and gazed lovingly at one another, they saw something neither had expected.

They were both crying.

"Cuddy..." He wanted to tell her how he felt but he didn't know how to put his feelings into words.

"I know." She felt the same way too.

On Tuesday around noon, Cuddy finished up her lecture and headed to her office when Sharon stopped her in the hallway.

"Hey! How about some lunch?"

"Sure."

They walked to the cafeteria, got their food and found a table near a window. "So" Sharon said. "Tell me...day two…how are things with Rachel and House?"

Cuddy smiled. "Actually better than I expected. I wasn't sure how this would turn out but she seems to be having a great time and he's not ready to put her on a bus and send her home."

Sharon chuckled. "I still can't believe you let her go. Nothing against House, it's just…well she's your baby. I know how hard it is for you to let her go even to Julia's house for a few days."

"Tell me about it," she said. "I miss her so much but I know she's in good hands. If anything, he's probably being extra careful. That incident in the mall really got to him. He didn't say it but I think this was his way of showing me I could trust him."

"It's a big step for him to take her and for you" Sharon pointed her fork at Cuddy. "To let her go."

"It is. I really never thought it would get to this point. So much has happened recently it's just overwhelming," she said, with a hint of hesitation.

"Hey, you seemed so happy when we talked last night. What's up?" She prodded.

"Nothing. I'm happy, it's just that I guess sometimes worry it's all too much for him. He's held it together so well. I worry sometimes that it'll get to him and everything we've accomplished will be over, just like that." She snapped her fingers for effect.

"Are you worried he'll relapse or run?"

She bit her bottom lip. "Both."

Sharon attempted to reassure her. "Talk to him. Together you come up with a plan of what to do in case he relapses. He's an addict, it could happen again. You need to be prepared for that. I don't mean worry about it every moment, just accept it could happen, let him know if it does, you are there for him and you will deal with it together."

"I'm assuming he knows I won't leave him."

"Does he? Don't assume Lisa. Every time you've done it, it's backfired on you."

"Okay so how about the running?"

Sharon nodded her head emphatically. "I just don't see it, especially not after what happened Sunday night. He wanted to change that last memory of the two of you in that house. He wanted it to be something good. He took an awfully big risk. My experience counseling people tells me that's just not the action of a man intending to run in the other direction."

Cuddy moved the food around on her plate but not really eating it. "I guess you're right. Of course I'll never forget the night of the crash but now...it helps that when I think of the last time we were together at that house...it won't be all bad." She smiled dreamily of the memory they created that night. "I didn't know I needed something like that to help bring closure."

"But he did."

"Yeah," she said. "He's always known what I needed. Do you want to hear something crazy?."

"What is it?"

She put her fork down and leaned over and whispered, as if trying to keep a secret. "I didn't want to come back, not without him. People on the outside looking in probably think we're crazy but...I am happier with him."

Sharon stared at her friend with a big smile on her face.

"What?"

"You're my best friend. I see you every day. I know you are. Lisa, you don't have to justify it to me. Relationships come in all shapes and sizes and what works for one couple doesn't work for another, and that's okay. What matters is what works for you. What you and House have works. Stop fighting it and go with it. To hell with what anyone else thinks. Now...have you told him what you just told me?"

"About wanting to be with him?"

Sharon nodded.

"Not directly but I'm pretty sure he feels the same way."

"Tell him. What are you waiting for? You're not getting any younger you know," Sharon joked.

"Fine. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

Sharon cleared her throat. "Speaking of...tomorrow and then of course...Thanksgiving...what about Julia? They're going to be in the same house together Thursday. How are you going to handle that?"

Cuddy frowned. "Ahh the elephant in the room. I don't know."

"Is she still angry?"

Cuddy snorted. "Time may have softened the blow but I know my sister, she holds a grudge." Cuddy took a few bites of her salad and then put her fork down. "I haven't talked to Julia about it but I'm hoping they can figure out a way to coexist. I don't want to be caught in the middle."

"I don't have an easy answer for you but you're right, you don't need to be in the middle. They have to find a way to work through this."

"Do you think it's possible?"

"I didn't know if you and House could make it work when you found one another again but you did. Seeing how it's all unfolded and how happy you both are...yeah I believe it's possible." Just then Sharon's pager went off. She looked down. "Shit, gotta go, my one o'clock is here." She got up from the table and picked up her tray. "Call me later?"

"Sure."

Sharon walked away but then turned back quickly. She leaned over Cuddy's shoulder and nodded towards her cell phone. "About Julia, maybe you should call her and prep her in advance so she can decide how she wants to handle herself. Call you later," she said as she turned and walked away.

Cuddy thought about what Sharon said. She hadn't talked to Julia in about a week although they had emailed back and forth. She was sure Julia didn't know the extent of her relationship with House and she decided she might as well get it over with sooner rather than later. Sharon was right, Julia just needed time to absorb things. She got up and tossed her tray, then walked outside to a somewhat secluded picnic table in the sun, sat down and pulled out her phone and dialed.

"Hi Julia," she said when her sister answered.

"Leese! Oh my God, great to hear from you. How's it going?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Doing okay. Just got home from the store, picking up some things to bring to your house on Thursday."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you guys."

"Me too. Been awhile. I miss you two."

"Rach asks about her cousins all the time. I'm so sorry I suck at calling, I've just been so busy." She smirked knowing who had been on her mind keeping her busy lately.

"I know you are sis. Speaking of that, I talked to mom last night; she said you were in Virginia?"

Cuddy cringed and tried to come up with a story. "Yeah. Just had to go see a friend." She hoped that her mother hadn't blabbed to Julia.

A few moments of silence passed and then Julia spoke up again. "Leese, I know you went to see House," she said. "You didn't want me to know?"

"I've got nothing to hide," Cuddy replied. "Look, Julia—"

"Is he clean?" She asked, a hint of anger in her voice.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yes."

"So how long do you think that charade will last?"

"Julia!"

"Hon, you can't blame me for being worried about you."

"He's doing great; we take it day by day. We've really come a long way Jules. He's even bonded again with Rachel-"

"And if she gets attached to him again? And then bails again? Or has another tantrum and drives into your house again?"

"He didn't bail last time. I bailed on him!" Cuddy said defensively.

"Seriously Leese?"

"What the hell Jules?" Cuddy stood up and paced the area by the bench, thankful there was no one else around to hear her conversation. "You've been supportive of me because you know how much this means to me but now you've done a reverse. Weren't you the one who told me after Michael died that I should do what I want regardless of what anyone else thinks? That I should do what makes me happy?"

"God I hate when you pick and choose when to take my advice. Look, I know I said that but-"

"No buts. I love him. He loves me. We're working really hard to do this better this time around. But what the fuck does that matter?" She threw one hand up in the air as she paced. She heard Julia sigh on the other end.

"I can't stand by and watch you get hurt again."

"It's not your choice."

"You cried on my shoulder when he left you back in college, when you were with Lucas and you told me you were in love with him, when you broke up with him after he relapsed and you decided he wasn't the man you needed, and then after he went fucking ballistic and drove his car into your house. I've been there for you, I saw how he hurt you. You can't keep getting sucked into the vortex of his insanity."

"It wasn't always his fault Julia. I screwed up too."

Julia gasped loudly. "Surely you aren't taking the blame for what he did because I was there that day and-"

"No, I don't need to take responsibility for his actions, he's already done that. But I can take responsibility for mine. Together, our actions set into motion the events that took place.

Cuddy sat down again and put her head in her hand and calmed herself before she spoke. "Luckily we've figured out some things since last time and we're working to do it all a bit different. We've been given a third chance at being together. We want to make this work." Her sister's silence was deafening. "Listen, I miss you and I am looking forward to seeing you guys but you need to know something...House is going to be here and we all have to figure out how to get through Thanksgiving. I know he could've hurt you and Michael. He knows that too. He's changed Jules, he really has."

"Isn't he the one who used to preach that people don't change?"

That night, House built a fire while instructing Rachel on the finer points of prepping wood to burn properly. Just before nine-thirty, he sat on the couch with her and logged into Skype. They dialed Cuddy and waited for her to pick up. Rachel could barely contain her excitement when Cuddy finally appeared on the screen.

"Mommy!" Rachel yelled at the laptop.

"Hi Baby!'"

"I helped Howse build a fire."

"You did?"

"Uh huh."

"Howse said I was the best fire assistant ever." Then turning to House, she pointed at the screen and said, "Say hi Howse."

House looked at the screen. "Hi House."

"No, you're Howse you say hi to mommy." She giggled.

"Hi mommy," he said with a smirk.

"Hi. Miss me?"

"Always."

"So what did you guys do today?" She asked and before House could open his mouth, Rachel began talking to her all about their day. He sat back on the couch and let her have at it. He grinned at how animated she was describing the events of the day.

"Wow, sounds like you had fun."

"Howse gave me a stesoscope."

She tilted her head and laughed at the mispronunciation. "He did?"

"Yep. He stole it from Wilson," she said, proudly.

"Oh geez," House cringed knowing what was coming.

"House, you are not teaching my daughter to take things that don't belong to her, are you?"

Rachel chimed in before he could answer. "Mommy I heard my heartbeat!"

"You did?"

"Uh huh and I heard Howse's heart beat too."

"That's wonderful honey but you have to give Wilson back his stethoscope. House will buy you one...a toy...how's that?" She looked over at House and gave him the eye.

"Okay," Rachel replied with a yawn.

"Time for bed. You've got a long day tomorrow," Cuddy said.

"Howse and Wilson going home with me tomorrow."

"Yep. I can't wait. I've missed you."

"Miss you too mommy."

House chimed in. "Hey kid, go get your pajamas on while I make up your bed."

"Will you read me a story?"

"Yep."

"About the pirates?" She asked excitedly.

"Yep. Now go." He pointed towards his bedroom and watched as Rachel skipped her way there to get into her pajamas. He looked back at the laptop and noticed Cuddy grinning. "What?" He asked.

"You're so good with her."

"The Cuddy women love me." He pretended to polish his fingernails on his shirt. "And speaking of Cuddy women, or woman, as in mommy…how 'bout I put her to bed and we can have some mommy and me time?" He asked flirtatiously.

"I'd like that. It'll give me time to shower and clean up."

"Hmm...Can I watch?"

"Tomorrow night you can watch all you want. For now, just put my daughter to bed and get your ass back here."

"Bye." They hung up and House got up and limped into the bedroom where Rachel was sitting on the floor in her pajamas playing with her doll and waiting for him.

"You ready squirt?"

She jumped up and followed him into the living room with her stuffed bunny. He tucked her into her sheets and blanket on the couch and sat on the coffee table and pulled out the Treasure Island book and began to read.

Chapter two.

It was one January morning, very early-a pinching, frosty morning-the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I heard of him as he turned the big rock was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr. Livesey.

House had no sooner finished the first paragraph than he heard light snoring coming from the couch and looked up and noticed Rachel was passed out. His plan of keeping her busy all day at the hospital worked. He'd hoped to wear her out so she wouldn't have any problems getting to sleep. He put the book down, pulled her blanket up and smoothed it over her. He gently moved a lock of hair out of her face and stared at her a moment. She was so small, so innocent and she looked up to him. Sometimes it scared him to death, other times it filled him with a great sense of pride. He remembered Monday morning when he'd brought her to work and she insisted on holding his hand. The entire staff had done a double take at the scene of the grumpy diagnostician and the former boss's daughter. He smirked at how he had once again left them speechless, no doubt he was the subject of many rumors. He grabbed his laptop, turned off all the lights except for a nightlight in the corner, and retreated to his bedroom. He grabbed his pajama bottoms and tee shirt and went into the bathroom to shower. Ten minutes later he heard her calling in on the computer. He limped over to the bed and lay on it, his back against the headboard and hit "accept call."

"Hi," she said seductively. She was sitting on her bed, in the same position as him, wearing a white terry cloth robe, legs tucked underneath her and a cup of hot tea on the nightstand next to . Her hair was still damp but pulled back, face void of makeup. He thought she looked exhausted but beautiful.

"Hi, yourself."

"She asleep?"

"Yep. One paragraph and she was out like a light."

"You don't think that book will scare her do you?"

"Nah, I was reading it when I was her age. Besides, she doesn't stay awake long enough to get through too much of it and by the next day she doesn't even remember."

"Thanks for doing this."

"What?"

"Spending time with her, reading to her and all that stuff."

"She's a good kid. Real babe magnet too."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I've been propositioned a half dozen times since she's been with me."

"Dying patients as old as your mother don't count," she snarked.

"Ohhh snap!"

"So how was your day?" She asked, sipping her tea.

"Long. We're still working on the patient."

"So what's the status so far?"

"You really interested in work? We could be having sex right now."

"Uh no, I don't think so and I'm always interested in what you're doing."

"Killjoy. Lung function is down to about forty percent. We're doing a muscle biopsy."

"So what are you thinking?"

"Myopathy. We ruled out Lupus and Hashimoto's."

"Hmm," she said. "Fatigue, muscle pain, susceptibility to infections does sound autoimmune."

"It does but it wouldn't affect her lungs like this."

"Cystic Fibrosis?"

"Negative?"

"MD?"

"Negative."

"Kid's got a severe case of scoliosis and she's four foot ten and fifty eight pounds."

"What about Duchenne-Becker? Progressive proximal muscle weakness, respiratory insufficiency, and difficulty moving around."

"Duchene is x-linked, generally affects males."

"Oh," she said looking thoughtful. She loved helping him with his cases. "You know, these symptoms...they sound so familiar. I was at a seminar when I first started here. There was a guy from Mayo speaking. He'd spent time in Holland doing experimental research in rare diseases. I think you know him…Gray…Grossman…" She looked into the air in deep thought. "Started with a G..."

"Grogan?" He asked, out of the blue.

"Yeah, that's it! How'd you know?"

"The guy is a genius in his field. Also an ass."

"Takes one to know one?" She smirked.

No sooner had she finished than House leaped off the bed." Hold on," he said and before she could reply, he'd left the room. She could hear him talking in the other room, presumably on his phone. She assumed she'd hit a nerve and sparked an idea. He returned a few minutes later and tossed his phone on the bed

"Epiphany?"

"Sort of. You gave me an idea. I called Foreman."

"At Mayo?"

"Yep and he's going to do some checking for me. I asked him to get some info on this guy. If Grogan had a similar case it might help."

"It may not even be similar."

"It doesn't hurt to check," he stressed. He added, "Thanks for the help." It was sincere. He enjoyed when she took an interest in his work. In the past when she was his boss, he had a tendency to shoot down her ideas just because he could but he really did enjoy when she was a part of it and often enough she'd give him something that sparked an epiphany.

As if she could read his mind she asked, "We make a great team don't we? I mean…working together?" She really did enjoy working cases with him. Even though he shot down her ideas most of the time, every now and then she'd say something that would open a door for him and make him think. She only wished they had the opportunity to work together like that more often.

"As I recall you spent countless hours in administrator mode nagging me while I spent an equal number of hours ignoring and evading you so I could do what could to save my patient."

"You're an ass," she mused. "Still, I miss those days."

He had an idea. "Maybe you can help me come up with material for my next lecture?"

Her eyes brightened. "I'd love that."

"I think we do make a great team." House leaned back, hands clasped behind his head, laptop perched on a pillow on his lap. "And speaking of team…I think your half should proceed to get naked."

"In your dreams cowboy. I want to hear more about you and Rachel."

"Not much to tell. I worked. She played. And…oh yeah...she might've helped me with my patient."

She squinted. "How?"

"Okay she might have put her hands on her hips and told the mother of my patient that everybody lies," he said nonchalantly.

Cuddy nearly spat out her tea. "What?"

House put his hands in the air, protesting his innocence. "I had nothing to do with that."

"I'm sure. What was she doing in the patient's room in the first place?"

"She'd just finished forcing Wilson at gunpoint to buy us lunch," he said, taking note of how she shook her head, clearly annoyed. "And I was taking her to my office when we got a call from the nurse's station. I couldn't just leave her so I took her with me, told them she was my assistant. They didn't buy it." He watched as she rolled her eyes predictably and laughed.

"She drove the team crazy. It was great. The best part was when they were bitching about something and she just told them and I quote 'stop whining and do your jobs.'" At that point Cuddy was laying on her side on the bed laughing. He added, "I'm also thinking of hiring her to replace the tiny Asian boy who works for me, because Rachel is way smarter."

"Umm…Park is a girl, House." She laid on her stomach on the bed, chin in her hands and feet dangling in the air. House thought she looked adorable.

"Whatever. The point is Rachel is light years ahead already in her diagnostic abilities thanks to me."

Cuddy snorted. "Well, of course, it's all you."

"You think she gets that from you?"

"I am her mother."

"But I am her House."

"Her House?"

"She said it, I'm not making it up."

"Of course not." She began to say something else but stopped herself. It wasn't the right time to bring it up.

To House it appeared Cuddy had more to say but held back. "What?" He asked.

"What?"

"You weren't done."

"Yes, I was."

"Out with it," he insisted.

"Okay, fine. Listen...do you really like what you're doing now? I mean...as much as you did before...everything...?"

"Where's this coming from?"

"I'm just curious."

"It pays well."

"You don't need the money."

"No, I don't but I'm curious why you'd ask me that," he replied suspiciously.

"You just don't seem as excited about it as you once did."

"It's a job." Realizing that he owed her more, he continued. "For years, my job seemed to help numb some of the pain, then the Vicodin did the rest. Or maybe it was the other way around." He shrugged. "The job...that place...it's just not the same anymore."

"Because you don't have Vicodin?"

"Because I don't have you."

She blushed. "You have me," she said softly.

He fidgeted as he spoke. "The puzzles at work keep me out of trouble. Wilson's still around to do guy stuff with. I've got Nolan to get inside my head and Vince to help me with my leg. And then you..." He looked up at her and she nodded for him to continue. "The thing is you do it all for me...well except the guy stuff," he joked. "Cuddy, I couldn't have made it all through that fucking place all those years without you there. You were...everything...wrapped up in one fucking awesome package." He smirked when he saw her laugh out loud. "So in answer to your question...the job sucks because you're not there."

Everything.

Her mouth dropped open, amazed once again by his confession. He knew House was not a man of words but still he managed to render her speechless every time he opened up to her. She felt a few tears escape then she smiled at him and placed a finger on the screen, tracing the outline of his face. "I know," she said, quietly. It was meant to convey not only did she understand what he meant but she felt exactly the same.

House took a deep breath, clearly exhausted from his revelation. He was ready to divert the conversation elsewhere. "So...do we have to continue talking about my job? If you're not going to get naked, tell me what you did today and do not leave out the many moments throughout the day when you toyed with yourself fantasizing about me." He raised his eyebrows up and down as he teased her, enjoying the reaction he provoked from her.

"You certainly think highly of yourself don't you?" She asked, amused. She immediately turned serious though, as she dreaded what she was about to tell him.

"I talked to Julia today."

"Oh god," he whined as he put his hands over his eyes. "That's even fucking worse than talking about work."

"You asked! Anyway, she's being difficult."

He snorted. "I'm sorry, are we talking about the same Julia? Because the one I know…would never be an annoying difficult bitch."

"Hey!" She chided. "I know she can be a pain at times but she's my sister and I love her. Sometimes though, she confuses the hell out of me. When I went to see her after Michael died, we had a really nice talk, I mean we bonded and I felt closer to her than I had in years. We talked about...things...and she encouraged me to do what I wanted with my life, to hell with what anyone thought about it. But when I told her we were together, that you'd be there for Thanksgiving, she nearly lost it."

"Surely you didn't think she'd warm to the idea and suddenly want to be my BFF," he said, condescendingly.

"I don't know what I thought," she said honestly.

"If you want me to apologize, I'd already planned to do that."

"I know and I appreciate that but I don't know if it's going to be enough. She's just having a hard time right now, still settling Michael's affairs, first Thanksgiving without him; the kids are moody, mom's driving her crazy and now-"

He cut her off. "I don't know what else I can do."

"I don't either."

He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his closed fists, then he sighed and looked at her. "So your sister hates me for life. Is this a dealbreaker? Is this going to force you to choose between us? I understand her hating me, I can even accept it and I won't ask you to choose but you need to let me know now."

She looked at him shocked. "Seriously? You have to even ask?" She shook her head in an effort to convey he should know better than to ask that question. He pursed his lips tightly and half blinked and nodded. He knew. It was just his way of testing the waters. He was always testing the waters to make sure they were safe. Even when he knew it was safe, it was a hard habit to break.

They talked for another half hour during which House tried unsuccessfully to convince Cuddy to strip for him. When they both yawned at the same time, around eleven, they realized it was time to go. Neither wanted to but he had a little girl who needed to be up at five o'clock so Wilson could pick them up and get them to the airport early. After a round or two of sexual innuendos, they bid goodbye and hung up, promising to call the next morning on his way out.

House closed the laptop and lay there in the dark trying to get to sleep. The full moon shined a bright light through the window of his bedroom casting a shadow of the tree outside on the wall. He watched the black leaves on the all move about and thought about his conversation with Cuddy and his case. A half hour passed and he still couldn't sleep. He decided to go into the kitchen and get something to drink. He found his cane and limped quietly into the kitchen, passing a sleeping Rachel along the way, but the floor creaked as he passed the couch and she woke up.

"Howse?" She asked sleepily.

"Hey kid, go back to sleep," he whispered.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Getting some water, now go back to bed." He went into the kitchen, got some water, then paced a bit around the butcher block table as his leg hurt.

"Howse? You there?" He heard her ask.

"Yeah."

"Will you sit with me?"

House limped back into the living room and sat on the coffee table across from her. His leg hurt and he'd hoped to walk it off but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that now that she was up.

"What's up kid?"

"I had a bad dream."

"You did?"

"Uh huh."

"About what?"

She wiped her eyes. "Don' member." She said groggily.

"You want some warm milk?"

She shook her head no.

"Bathroom?"

Again, no. She pointed to the book on the coffee table next to him. "Can you read me some more?"

House looked up at the clock on the mantle, it was almost midnight, then he looked down at the sleepy child who batted her eyes at him sleepily and he caved.

"Oh don't give me that look. I'll do a few more minutes and then you have to go to bed." She scooted over and made room for him on the couch and patted the space she reserved for him. He sat down and picked up the Treasure Island and continued where he left off earlier:

Well, mother was upstairs with father and I was laying the breakfast-table against the captain's return when the parlour door opened and a man stepped in on whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale, tallowy creature, wanting two fingers of the left hand, and though he wore a cutlass, he did not look much like a fighter. I had always my eye open for seafaring men, with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled me. He was not sailorly, and yet he had a smack of the sea about him too...

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