Chapter 6 – One Part Angel & One Part Danger

"And what about Teagan?" Dr. Deaton questioned after listening to what Scott and Stiles told him about what was happening with them.

Shaking her head Avery admitted, "She's turned into an insomniac… I guess she has to be -every time she tries to sleep she wakes up from these horrible nightmares."

Glancing to Stiles and then back to her he asked, "She's also having trouble distinguishing between reality and the nightmares?"

Avery nodded, her lips pursed into a thin line, "She keeps seeing her mom… her dead mom."

He took a deep breath and turned the open sign to closed on the door, before turning back to the group of teens and saying, "It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you."

They followed him out of the waiting room back to an exam room, as Stiles asked, "Well, then how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know?"

"Stiles, what did the sign language you saw look like?" Avery asked as she turned face him once they were in the room.

He stared ahead at a poster displaying different dog breeds on the wall for a few moments until he slowly raised his hands and began to sign what he'd seen.

"You know sign language?" Scott asked her surprised.

"No."

"I know a little…" Deaton admitted as he watched Stiles repeat the motions a few time.

"When." Deaton read the first sign and nodded for him to continue.

"Then there was this, twice."

Reading his sign language Deaton said, "That's door."

Showing them the next sign, he said, "That was it."

"Did you understand it?" Avery questioned looking at the veterinarian.

"When is a door not a door?"

Shaking his head Stiles scoffed, "When is a door not a door?"

Avery dropped her arms to her side and stared up at the ceiling in irritation and disbelief, she'd hoped it would be something to help them, but now she thought their situation would seem even more hopeless.

"When it's ajar…" Scott realized the riddle and solved it.

"Really, are you kidding me a riddle?" Avery asked as she absent mildly started to scratch at her arm, trying to ignore the itching all over body. The aching need to draw power from something or someone, even if it meant it she'd hurt a living creature to get it.

"My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle… great, just perfect. That's not the least but helpful." Stiles angrily exclaimed.

"More helpful than you think." Deaton said, then continued, "When you went under water, crossing from the unconsciousness to a kind of super-consciousness essentially opened a door in your minds."

"Meaning what?" Scott questioned.

"Meaning you need to shut the doors." Avery reasoned, thinking it was a common sense explanation.

"And soon, very soon." Dr. Deaton agreed with her.

"But how?" Scott asked, concerned lining his face.

"Well, that's difficult to answer. Each of you had to travel on your own journeys to find the nemeton and be pulled back to the land of the living. I'd say the both of you and Teagan will have different ways to close the doors. There is no clear cut answer."

The three friends exchanged looks, it wasn't a one size fits all answer but it was at least a start. Now that they at least knew what was wrong with them, maybe they could each start working on trying to fix it.

"I think you know more than you're telling us." Stiles finally admitted.

"The one thing I do know is Avery right, you need to shut the door. Because having that opening in your mind is not good. I don't even know that the lasting results could be." He explained.

Stiles took in a shaky breath and mumbled something about needing some air as he raced towards the exit with Scott on his heels.

Avery took out her phone and sent Isaac a series of texts, explaining everything they'd learned and asking about how Teagan was doing.

"Avery."

She paused in the doorway to the room as she slowly turned around and questioned, "Yes?"

"I know what you did, getting in my head when I was explaining the ice bath to the them."

Avery's jaw tensed and she looked down to the floor, not sure if she had a lecture or something worse coming her way.

"Do you know how serious that is?" He asked trying not to upset her, because he could already feel her closing off from the accusation.

"I guess it means that I need to learn to cover my tracks better." She suavely replied with a smirk.

With an unamused expression he shook his head back and forth, "I know what you are…"

Unintentionally snapping at him she accused, "I think you knew all along, and just didn't tell me. Which was really helpful by the way."

Biting down on the inside of her cheek for a few moments she finally asked, "I don't get it, everyone comes to you for help and you help them. But the first and only time I came to you for help… you couldn't be bothered with it, with me."

Shaking his head back and forth he said, "I didn't know for sure, but yes; I had my suspicions. Your mother was very powerful, and with the way Deucalion sought after you… I knew you were more than an emissary. But I didn't tell you because you're far too young and too unstable to harness that kind of power. Opening yourself up to all of that, meddling in things that should be left alone… it changes you."

Crossing her arms over her chest she shook her head back and forth, a part of her was mad for him not warning her about what she could be. But mostly she was upset he'd pointed out what she was afraid of; that the power had changed her.

"I'm not unstable… what do you mean I'm too unstable to handle this?" She sneered.

"Let me ask you a question, Avery. I know you managed to force yourself into a state of super-consciousness to help Teagan on her journey, how have you been?"

"Just fine." She replied.

"No nightmares?"

"Sleeping like a baby." She lied with a straight face.

Nodding but not believing her he asked, "No hallucinations or trouble focusing?"

"Do I look crazy to you?" Her voice had a jolt of attitude as she stared him down.

"No, not crazy… just broken. If we take the state of super-consciousness and even Deucalion out of the picture, you still witnessed your mom killing people. Has anyone asked you how you're coping with having to lose her all over again?"

Taking deep breath she commanded the tears stinging her eyes to not roll down her cheeks, she wasn't breaking down, not in front of anyone.

"I have the best friends that anyone could ask for, of course they've checked on me." Her tone was assured and almost emotionless, as she continued to disconnect from him and the conversation.

"Having a support system only goes so far when you're not willing to accept the help." He quietly said, with a frown as she not only emotionally shut down the thoughts and conversation, but also stepped out of the room.

"I don't need help. Stiles can't read anymore, Scott's losing control and shifting a school in the middle of the day… and don't even get me started on how bad off Teagan is. They need the help, okay? Not me…"

Waving her hand in front of her and dismissing any trace of emotion she'd showed she spun around and quickly headed for the exit.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, immediately feeling the mood shift when she raced out of the door.

Caught off guard by him being there she stated, "Yeah, um, Isaac just texted me back, he says Teagan's still doing okay."

"What's going on here?" She asked forcing a smile as she saw Stiles' dad was there.

"Hi Avery." He greeted, motioning for her to come closer.

As she walked up, he showed her a open case folder with the picture of the little girl, "Eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident possibly even dragged her body away." Turning his attention to Scott he continued, "If you possibly get a lock on the scent, somehow help me find her body it might provide a missing clue."

Avery and Stiles exchanged looks and he asked the same thing she was thinking, "But what if it was a werewolf?"

"Then there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family."

She nodded and kept her opinion to herself, which was even if a werewolf had caused the accident there wasn't much they could do about it now and the chances of finding the remains eight years after the accident were slim to none, even with a true alpha on the case.

"Yeah, of course." Scott agreed nodding.

When Avery looked over at him with raised eyebrows he pointed out, "We can always try."

"Is it okay if I sit this one out… I'm just really tired." She lied, the truth was she still wanted away from everyone else, she needed to be alone.

"We've got this… but are you sure you're okay?" Stiles asked concerned, taking a step closer to her.

But she backed up, right now she could feel the energy buzzing off of all three of them and every cell in her body was telling her to pull the energy from them, turn it into dark power.

Stumbling over another excuse as to why she had to go she called, "See you tomorrow." Over her shoulder and got into her car.

~()~

After a nice long, dinner and causal conversation, Paul went back into his office, looking over a case, while Teagan and Isaac went into the living room to watch a movie together.

Isaac had his arm around Teagan's shoulder's as she leaned against him while the movie played on. He wasn't paying attention to the movie though; instead he was texting with Avery, finding out what Deaton told them while she, Scott and Stiles went to him for advice. Deaton told them they had a door opened in their mind and needed to shut it, they just had no idea how to do that, causing him to sigh.

"Everything okay?" Teagan asked, as she raised her head to look at him.

"Yeah." Isaac answered, as he slipped his cell phone into his pocket and smiled down at her. He pushed a lock of hair from her face, then added, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good. Great even." Teagan said, as she reached up to lay a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down toward her, pressing her lips against his. Pulling back after the kiss to add, "Everything is perfect."

She turned around to face him, then gave him another kiss before saying, "Thank you. Thank you for making this evening perfect." She grinned at him as she sat up on her knees and began to say in a low tone for only him to hear, "Now is the time I properly thank you for being the most amazing boyfriend any girl could ask for."

Isaac's eyebrows shot up in surprise, as she pulled the skirt up some to straddle his lap, and then laid her hands on either side of his face before leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss.

"What about your dad?" Isaac whispered against her lips.

"Can you hear him right now?" Teagan questioned.

Isaac closed his eyes, trying to concentrate and not think about the way his body was reacting to her and instead tried to listen for her father toward the back of the house.

"It sounds like he looking through papers, I'm assuming it's the case he is working on right now." He began to say. He listened in a little longer, then added, "And now he's on the phone, talking to one of his colleagues about the case. Sounds like it is going to be a long conversation."

"Good." Teagan said smiling, as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

He rested his hands on the small of her back, pulling her closer toward him, as the kiss began to heat up. She pushed the plaid shirt from his shoulders, then ran her hands down the soft black t-shirt, wishing it was off of him as well. She slipped her hands under his shirt, running her fingernails across his toned stomach, making him moan in her mouth.

"Are you trying to make your dad hate me again?" Isaac joked.

Teagan chuckled as she shook her head, then said, "No, but I guess you're right. Now is probably not the best time to get carried away."

"Well, we can get a little carried away." Isaac said back with a grin, as he leaned forward to press his lips against the front of her neck.

She softly gasped and giggled as his lips lightly kissed across her skin to the side of her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, as he began to lick and nibble the side of her neck.

"Mmm. You still taste like chocolate." Isaac mumbled against her skin.

Teagan tugged on his hair, pulling him away from her neck, then pressed her lips against his, tasting the chocolate on his lips. She shifted around on his lap, causing him to groan and pull back from her.

"Okay, okay, okay, we got to stop." Isaac breathed out, as he held up his hands to stop her. "If we don't stop now, I won't be able to later and then we will get caught, making tonight pointless." He added.

"You're right." Teagan agreed, trying to catch her breath. She pressed her hands against his, intertwining their fingers together, as she softly said, "I wish we didn't have to stop though. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now."

"Me too." Isaac whispered back, as he brought one of her hands toward him. He lightly kissed the back of her hand, then turned it over to kiss the inside of her wrist. He glanced at the palm of her hand, seeing the band aid covering the cut from earlier that week.

"How's your hand?" He questioned, as he lightly ran his fingertip over it.

"Better." Teagan answered.

"You never did tell me the story about it. How it happened and all." He pointed out, as he looked up at her. Even though he knew the story now from her father, he wanted to see if she would tell him. If she would be honest with him.

"Yeah I did." Teagan said, then added, "I told you, it was an accident."

Isaac looked down with a sigh at hearing her lie. Even if he wasn't a werewolf and could hear her heart, he would still know she was lying to him by the look on her face. He just didn't understand why she was still lying. He thought they were past this after the other day.

Without a word, he patted the side of her leg, asking her to get up. She shot him a confused look, as she sat back down on the couch beside him. She was even more surprised as he went to stand up from the couch.

"Whoa, wait, where are you going? Don't leave." Teagan pleaded, as she reached out to grab his arm to stop him.

He turned to look at her, as he said back, "Then don't lie to me anymore. You promised Teagan, you promised you wouldn't keep anything from me again, that you will be honest with me."

"I know, but..."

"But what?" He questioned when she paused.

"Now that things are better. Now that things seem to be okay, I don't see any reason in telling you all the horrible details." Teagan pointed out.

"I need to know everything that is going on, everything that is happening to you, especially the horrible details." Isaac said back, as he laid a hand on the side of her face.

Teagan nodded her head in understanding. It's not that she wanted to lie or keep things from him, but she didn't want to worry him about something that was over now, but she did understand the need in him knowing, she would want to know if there was something going on with him.

"Okay." She softly said, then added, "I just don't want you to worry, cause I'm fine now."

"Are you?" He questioned, hoping it was true.

"Yeah." Teagan said with a nod. "I haven't had a nightmare or panic attack lately, I haven't seen or heard my mom since the night Jackson and I came to get you and Avery. Whatever was wrong, whatever was broken in me, I think it's better now. I really think I'm better."

"I hope so. I really hope so." Isaac said, as he laid his hand on the side of her neck and pulled her toward him. He laid back on the couch as she laid out beside him, resting her head on his chest and throwing her leg over him.

He held her close and kissed the top of her head, keeping his lips against her head. He closed his eyes, thinking back to the text from Avery and wondered if Teagan still had a door open in her mind, or maybe it had been closed now and she was okay, at least he hoped so.

He wasn't sure how long the two had laid there together, but when he opened his eyes he noticed the movie they were watching earlier was over, all that was on the TV now was static.

He shifted his eyes to the side when he heard someone enter the room. He opened his mouth to quickly apologize and explain when he saw it was her father walking over toward them.

Before he could say a word, Paul held up his hand to stop him, as he whispered out, "It's okay."

"I can carry her to bed if you want." Isaac offered, but was surprised when Paul shook his head.

"No, it's fine, leave her. This is most peaceful I've seen her look in a while." Paul stated, as they both looked at her, seeing the relaxed look on her face as she slept.

Paul grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch, using it to cover both Teagan and Isaac up. Once he was done, he looked back at Isaac, as he said, "You two get some sleep."

Isaac nodded his head, thanking him, as he watched him walk over toward the oversized armchair in the corner. Paul sat down, getting comfortable, as he prepared to sit there all night and watch over his daughter; hoping and praying another nightmare wouldn't hit. He hoped having Isaac with her would help her to have a restful night of sleep. He just hoped his little girl would be okay.

~()~

Over an hour later Avery turned onto a deserted street in an old industrial part of town, knowing it would be empty especially this late at night.

With all of her windows rolled down and deeply inhaling the cool night air, her foot pushed down on the gas pedal, her 65' Mustang gaining speed with every passing second.

Her heart raced and the adrenaline rush started to set in, a smile spread over her lips and for the first time in days she finally felt okay again. She wasn't thinking about the darkness she felt, her dead mom, the nightmares she'd been having, for those brief moments she didn't even think about Derek.

The pain and heartache was gone, all she could feel was the air whipping through her blond hair, the feeling of her tires treading over the pavement at an accelerated rate and the deep roaring of the engine as she pushed it even faster.

And for a few seconds she felt whole again, with the adrenaline surging through her veins, her world fell back on it's axis and she had thoughts of just racing right out of Beacon Hills, in those moments she felt high enough to believe she could run away from herself.

But the exhilaration was short lived, when the piercing sound of sirens filled her ears and her mirrors reflected the blue and red flashing lights behind her.

She looked around wondering if there was a side street she could take, possibly out run the cop trying to pull her over, but as she slowed down and the rush faded logic came back and she realized she could face jail time for that; which definitely wouldn't look good on a college application.

Reducing her speed, she took a few deep, calming breaths as she pulled to a stop on the side of the dark street.

"Please don't be Stiles' dad." She repeated the mantra under breath, how could she explain her way out of that one? Telling them she was too tired to help them then get caught speeding in the middle of the night.

Squinting to see past the lights in her mirrors she breathed a sigh of relief at seeing it wasn't Sheriff Stilinski approaching her car.

Looking down she pulled the top of her dress down a bit farther, revealing more of her cleavage as she readjusted her bra and quickly scrunched her windblown naturally wavy hair, hoping whatever officer it was she could easily flirt her way out of a ticket, something she'd done many times before.

Grabbing her purse from the passenger seat she quickly pulled her ID out and slid it in her bra.

"Hi there." A young officer she'd never seen before said as he leaned down and looked in her car shining a flashlight in her face.

"Hey… license and registration, right?" She greeted with a wide flirtatious smile.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you were suicidal?" He replied, as he shined his light in the back of her car looking for any open bottles or anything else.

"Excuse me?" Avery responded, thrown off by his statement.

"Could you step out of the car please?" His tone was polite, but she knew it was an order and not a question.

Stepping back he opened her door and she turned in her seat, purposely letting the fabric of her short dress slide up her outer thigh, before slowly placing one stiletto heeled foot out on the pavement and leaning forward as she stood up, opening up an obvious and now very easy glance down the top of her skin tight dress, a glance which he took before quickly looking away.

She smirked while he wasn't looking, and when he looked back at her she flashed him a genuine smile, he was a lot cuter that she expected.

Her dark lined eyes peered up at him from under her long, batting lashes as she spoke in a soft tone, making him have to lean in to hear her, "Deputy…" She looked back to his name pin on his uniform, "Deputy Parrish, you must be new here… I'd remember seeing that handsome face."

He raised his eyebrows at her as he replied, "You're saying you're familiar with the police force in Beacon County?"

Running her tongue over her bottom lip and readjusting her stance, causing him to look down to her lightly tanned, bare legs, she gave a teasing smile, "No, of course not."

Before she could say anything else he asked, "Do you have any idea how fast you we're going?"

With a laugh she shot him an innocent expression as she said, "I'm going to guess a little faster than the speed limit?"

"Ha, a lot faster than the posted limit." He said, his eyes traveling down to her exposed and pushed up cleavage before quickly snapping back up to her face.

Her lips pouted out slightly as she tried to hold in the laugh at watching him trying to not check her out and remain entirely professional but she knew he didn't stand a chance.

Shaking his head and refocusing on the issue at hand he said, "How about I run your license while you think about how the fine for reckless driving in California can range up to a thousand dollars?"

Turning around she leaned down in her car, resting one knee on her seat as she stretched over the console and got the registration out of her glove box, purposely arching her back as she did, she didn't even have to turn around to know he was watching her.

Climbing back out she tried to turn around but stepped wrong on a rock with her heel, gasping she started to fall but he quickly rushed forward and steadied her.

Being clumsy wasn't part of the plan, but as she looked down to his hands on her sides she smiled to herself knowing it had definitely worked in her favor.

"My hero…" she quietly said in a seductive tone as she turned to face him.

"Have you been drinking?" He questioned, again throwing her off her game.

"No." she asserted, but her little stumble didn't have him convinced of her denial.

Taking the paper from her hand he reminded her, "License?"

"Right here…" she breathed, as she reached in her bra and slowly pulled the plastic card and held it out, making him bring his hand to hers where she deliberately let her skin rub against his.

He started towards his patrol car before stopping mid turn and looking back at her, but whatever he was going to say he changed his mind.

A little while later he walked back with an unreadable expression which didn't calm her nerves at all.

Handing her back her registration which she tossed into her car, but noticed he hadn't given her –her ID back and asked, "Was there a problem?"

"A few of them." He clarified, as he pulled the plastic off a red tube and inserted it into a handheld device she hadn't seen before.

"What the hell is that?" She asked with a laugh.

"A Breathalyzer." He responded, commanding his eyes to stay on her face and not travel down, even though she kept arching forward, practically begging for him to look over her scantily dressed body.

"Isn't it standard procedure to have me walk in a straight line before asking me to blow that?" She asked with an arched eyebrow as she nodded to the machine.

"You couldn't even turn around without tripping in your shoes." He pointed out, glancing up at her as he prepared the machine.

When she heard it beep he said, "Okay."

"Hmm?" She hummed.

"It's ready." He pointed out holding a machine out.

Taking a few steps forward lazily swinging her hips she innocently said, "Well Deputy Parrish, I'm new at this… so I'm going to need you to walk me through it."

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying not to crack a smile as he said, "You have to blow a breath out into here." As he pointed to the red tube.

Stepping up to him she eyed the machine before looking back at him from under her lashes and brazenly asking, "So you want me to put it in my mouth?"

She watched as he seemed to not be breathing for a second before his lips curved up into a smile and he laughed, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"So, close my lips around it and blow?" She continued.

Clearing his throat he nodded in response.

Her eyes traveled over his snug fitting police uniform as she willingly agreed, "If that's what you really want…"

The deputy followed her gaze to where she was looking below his belt and cleared his throat a little louder to get her attention back up and hide his embarrassment.

He held the machine out for her to take, but instead of taking it from him she gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it over the front of her left shoulder. She locked eyes with him as she lowered her parted lips around the tube and blew too gently for the machine to read.

The machine made a series of beeps to notify that it didn't collect a sample.

"Miss, I'm going to need you to blow a little harder." Parish said as his cheeks darkened slightly.

"I can't say I've ever been asked that before." Avery bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling or cracking up.

The deputy smiled coyly and said, "I've never had to ask anybody that."

Avery chuckled then took a deep breath and closed her lips around the tube as she blew with great force into the machine.

A few seconds later the machine clicked and he cleared his throat, stuttering out, "Okay… that's enough."

Standing up she wiped the edges of her lips to make sure her lips gloss wasn't smeared, as she continued to stare at him.

When a few seconds had passed she said, "Well?"

"What?" He questioned, seeming to have forgotten what was going on.

"It was good, right?" She exclaimed with a knowing smile as she nodded to the machine still in his hand.

"Oh." He said blinking a few times as he cleared his throat and looked down to the results being displayed, which confirmed her story, she hadn't been drinking.

"So it's settled, I'm not drunk driving… we can wrap this up, right? Call it a night?" She offered, hoping he was still stunned and would just let her go.

"I wish it was that simple, but when I ran your ID there was a problem… apparently the number is false and we have no record at all of an Annabel Dukate."

Avery's former smile fell as she realized she'd accidently given him her fake ID, and not her real license.

"There uh, there actually is an Annabel Dukate… she's my cat." Avery admitted as she reached back into her car and pulled out her real ID handing it to him, this time as he pulled it away she caressed the back of his hand with her fingertips.

"Avery Dukate?"

"Guilty." She flashed him another smile.

"Of more than just speeding." He said, but his former professional expression faded some, and his tone was much more friendly.

"Girls just wanna have fun." She joked with a laugh, knowing her cover was blown and now he also knew she was a teenager, which was the next thing he point out.

"And you're 16?" This time he wasn't able to stop his eyes from dropping back to her curves on display and being hugged almost uncomfortably tight in the little black dress.

"For a few more months…"

When he didn't responded she sighed.

"Am I getting a ticket?" She finally asked, feeling like the entire moment was over and she'd lost.

"Reckless driving is a misdemeanor… you could be looking at possible jail time." His tone was still friendly, and it sounded more like he was just sharing information instead of threatening her.

Seeing his eyes drift down again she regained her confidence, realizing she could still get out of this situation.

"Alright." She agreed holding out her arms, "It's not my first time being handcuffed… well, it will be my first time in cuffs out of my bedroom, but you get the idea. I prefer the fuzzy ones, I don't suppose those come standard..."

His eyes locked with hers before he smiled again and looked down to the pavement between them, knowing she wasn't going to let up at all.

"Let's make a deal. You start being honest with me and I'll think about letting you off with just a ticket." His eyes moved back up her body to her face as she nodded in agreement.

"Why were you driving like that?"

Taking a deep breath she swallowed hard and started to explain, "Have you ever been in a really bad situation, been through something so traumatic that it's like a ball and chain you carry around every single day?"

"I do." He admitted, watching her closer than before.

"Well, I can guarantee whatever you think you've been through is nothing compared to what I've seen…"

But he cut her off, "I'm ex-military."

Nodding she frowned as she tried to explain, "What I'm saying is that… for those few seconds, those moments that I was flying down the hi-way, I felt… free again, something I haven't felt in a while."

Raising her head she looked at him and he stared back at her, their eyes locking for a while before he said, "It was probably the adrenaline, you were going so fast that if you'd wrecked… there's no way you would have made it."

She nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. Parrish watched her intently, noticing for the first time since he'd pulled her over that she seemed to let go of her confidence and appear vulnerable.

It was a look that he couldn't throw the book at, or even give her a ticket. She seemed lost, in more than one way.

"Well." He said, looking between her two IDs in his hand, clearing his throat as he handed her –her ID back, "Seeing that it's a school night and you're still in high school… you'd better head home."

"Seriously?" she asked thinking how strange it was that after all of her over the top flirting, all it took was the truth to get her out of a ticket or an arrest.

"Have a good night, Avery. And no more of this, okay? Try skydiving or something." He laughed as he pointed to her car.

"I already did." She said, with an almost hopeless laugh.

She watched as he headed back to his car, where he stopped as he was opening his door to look back at her for a few moments before getting into his patrol car and waiting until she'd driven off safely before he left the scene.

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