Summary: Down on her luck, America's Sweetheart Sarah Walker flies to Chicago for a job interview. When she meets a charming, bumbling nerd on the same flight, her life takes an unexpected turn.

Author's Note: Thank you very much for your kind words and your theories. I love reading them! My updates will be slower because I'm moving to Canada soon so I've got to prep a lot, plus I've also started a job in the meantime which keeps me pretty busy. Just know I'm thinking about where this story is heading constantly, so don't think I have forgotten about you if it takes a while. Hope you enjoy this new update!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I own a mansion. Oh well, what ya gonna do?


It had just turned 8:00 when Sarah crossed a small Spanish-style courtyard. Her salmon-colored dress flowed elegantly around her knees, while the clacking of her silver heels disrupted the constant babbling of water in the courtyard's fountain. She readjusted the purse on her shoulder, made sure her softly curled blond locks were still in place, before she knocked on the front door of 1838 Franklin Street, Echo Park.

While she waited, she took in the rustic details of the apartment complex and relished the fact that she could see some stars. Living next to the airport meant she had to deal with a lot of light pollution. That combined with the tough schedule she used to have at the academy, it had been a while since she'd had time to look up and get lost in the night's sky.

Her moment of calm and inner peace was short lived, however, as the sounds behind the door grew nearer. Instead of the expected one pair of shoes, Sarah heard two sets of shoes and a bunch of grunting and shuffling coming her way. She took a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever was behind the door when it opened, and she came face to face with a small bearded man who was being held in what looked like a chokehold by Chuck.

"She is real," the man exclaimed with glee, pushing Chuck off of him, who seemed to be torn between offing his bearded friend or himself. Sarah tucked a loosened strand of hair behind her ear in amusement, not too sure how to respond to the very loud and very enthusiastic welcome of whoever the man jumping up and down in front of her was.

So, instead, she focused her attention on the much taller man standing beside him. Chuck was wearing a nice white collared shirt, black suspenders, a bow tie and a black suit jacket elegantly draped over his left arm. His normally unruly hair seemed to be a little less boisterous than usual, as if Chuck had tried his best to tame the wildness that was his hair, but even so, some curls seemed to have escaped his grooming and were now bouncing joyously as Chuck shoved his smaller friend a bit to the side.

"Hi, don't mind Morgan. Carnival freaks found him in a dumpster, and I'm yet to decide what to do with him," Chuck chuckled warmly, his eyes widening slightly as he took her in. The action was short; his eyes never lingered longer than they should before returning to meet hers. But as his eyes did traverse over her body, her outfit, a feeling of warmth came over her.

"You look stunning by the way," he said with sincerity, and while Sarah had heard similar compliments more times than she could count, none had affected her as much as Chuck's did right in this moment. She had grown so accustomed to men and women coming up to her, showering her with compliments, asking her to sign posters from some shoots she had done at the height of her fame, people fawning over her and her beauty, that most of those words had become empty to her.

Because they didn't care about her really. All they truly cared about was her name, her fame, and the supposed clout they would get from being around her. They didn't want to get to know her. They didn't want to take time to really look at her, past her beauty to notice all her underlying imperfections and flaws.

Yet, when Chuck complimented her, she could feel that he meant it. That he didn't just say it because he felt like he had to, or he wanted to gain something from saying it. It seemed to roll of his tongue effortlessly, instinctively, heartfelt. Like it was only natural for him to acknowledge that he found her absolutely stunning.

She was about to thank him for his kind words, a soft blush coloring her cheeks, when Morgan interrupted their little moment with an: "O my god, dude," backhanding Chuck in the stomach, "why didn't you tell me you were going on a date with SARAH WALKER," he screamed that last part.

Oh.

Sarah glanced back to Chuck who gave her his most apologetic look possible, and a silent plea to please, please, please, play along. So instead of correcting Chuck's friend, she extended her hand and gave the bearded man a kind smile: "Hi, nice to meet you. This is normally the part where I'd introduce myself, but, uh, you kind of already did that for me."

Her answer seemed to please him because he started chuckling while shaking her hand eagerly, and she was pretty sure she heard him whisper something along the lines of: Omg, I can't believe I'm actually touching Sarah Walker.

"Morgan, what are you doing here?" she then heard a female voice coming from her right. Both men turned around at that, Chuck's face suddenly turning light red, but surprisingly so, so did Morgan's.

"Ellie, uh, hi. How was that bath, huh?" Morgan said, puffing out his chest and straightening a little bit to appear taller. Chuck, on the other hand, stepped a little in front of Sarah in an attempt to hide her from his sister.

"Chuck, why are you wearing a suit? Wait a minute, Morgan's here," then she gasped as she caught a glimpse of Sarah, who still stood in the door opening of the apartment.

"Chuck, are you," the next part she whispered in excitement, but it was still loud enough for Sarah to catch it, "going on a date?" She then let out an elated squeak as she approached Sarah.

Sarah noticed the flash of a wince on Chuck's face before it morphed into a smile, as he placed his hand on Sarah's lower back, pulling her closer to his side.

"Ellie, this is Sarah. We um-, met on the flight to Chicago last week." Ellie's eyes widened in a pleasant surprise, glancing back and forth between her brother and Sarah.

"Hi, it's so nice to meet you, Ellie. Chuck has told me so much about you," Sarah smiled, coming a little closer to Chuck, trying her best to ignore the soft fluttering in her stomach.

The slightly older woman's amber eyes sparkled as she took Sarah in, and as the brunette was about to go in for a hug, she remembered what she was wearing, and resorted to a handshake instead.

"Only good things I hope. I'm so sorry, I'd hug you if it weren't for the towel. Long day at work. I'm normally much more aware of my brother's schedule and outings; if I'd known he was going on a date I would have thrown on something more um, covering. And I would have made sure Morgan wouldn't have been here, which I know for a fact he wasn't supposed to be," she glared at Morgan – who seemed to shrink a tiny bit under the scrutinizing eyes of Chuck's sister – before she threw Sarah another vibrant smile Sarah had quickly come to learn was a Bartowski staple.

"It's ok, it's me who showed up unannounced. Besides, if I had such a demanding job as you do, I'd probably still be soaking in that bath right about now. Truly, I don't know how you do it, Ellie. What your brother has told me, it's impressive to say the least," as Sarah reassured Ellie that her state of undress wasn't a bother to her in the slightest, Sarah felt Chuck's gaze on her.

"Oh the hell with it," Ellie then said, unexpectedly throwing her arms around Sarah and grabbing her into one of the most intense, heartwarming hugs Sarah had ever been in. To be fair, Sarah never had been a big hugger, so it's not like Ellie had a lot to compete with. Still, Sarah was sure that if she had in fact been a regular hugger, Ellie's would be sticking out like a lost tulip in a field of clovers.

When she finally released her, Ellie looked over to Chuck and said with sincerity, "I like her Chuck, you chose a good one." Sarah felt heat rise to her cheeks at that. The woman couldn't possibly know why Sarah was really there, and that their "date" tonight was far from what normal people would do on their first date or any other date for that matter. Either way, between being welcomed by a hopscotching bearded man, and being embraced by one of the most earnest and intense human beings she'd ever met, Sarah felt a sense of comfort she had never felt before.

And if she was being honest, it didn't frighten her as much as she'd expected it to. While she was very much aware her "partnership" or whatever she was supposed to call what she and Chuck had created, was a purely professional one, she felt tempted to go along with the idea of this being an actual date. Even if just for a moment.

And so, she did. For just a second, she allowed herself to bask in the feeling of nervous excitement and exhilaration. Only in that one second, she allowed herself to silently admit that she had in fact taken longer than usual to get ready, that she had attentively observed the way Chuck's eyes had widened at the sight of her in her dress tonight, that his apparent approval had brought shivers down her spine.

All of these feelings were new to her, and once her second was up, she forced herself back into the role she had perfected at the early age of seven. A role in which she didn't allow anything or anyone to come close to her, not really, because once she'd let someone in, it would set bars of expectations that wouldn't be met and would only lead to heartbreak, disappointment and distrust. And she had experienced enough of that already thanks to her darling father.


"Your sister is really kind," was the first thing that was said once Chuck and Sarah had finally managed to leave Casa Bartowski and its insisting, and prying inhabitants. They were crossing the courtyard towards Sarah's car that was parked by the front gate.

"And Morgan, he is uh…," come on, Sarah, she admonished herself, you can say more than that. Surely there's something kind you can say about Chuck's best friend.

"Morgan?" Chuck offered. Sarah chuckled at that, because, honestly, that did seem to be the best and only word to describe Morgan. She liked him; he was just hard to pin down in between all his eagerness, weird protectiveness, and seemingly unconditional love for the Bartowski siblings.

They continued their walk to the car in silence, until Chuck couldn't take it any longer and he blurted out: "God, this is so awkward, isn't it? I'm so sorry, Sarah. They weren't supposed to be home. Ellie was supposed to be gone for the rest of the night, but I guess they sent her home early. And then Morgan… I mean, I love Morgan, but the man needs to learn about personal boundaries. I was so close to getting him to leave when he saw the suit I was going to wear, and since I never wear suits except for the rare moment I do actually go out on a date…," he cleared his throat at that, a little embarrassed by his admission, before he quickly continued:

"Anyway, I didn't know what else to say, so I told him it was a date, and then, you know how Morgan gets. Wait, I guess technically you don't, cause you've only just met him. He, uh, a- not important. But God, Sarah, it was such a jerk move of mine to pretend we're going on a date. I'm so sorry, I should have just said we are friends, and for you to be questioned like that by Ellie, and Morgan, I- " Chuck stopped rambling as Sarah had placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm talking too much again, aren't I? I should just stop, I uh-," he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Chuck?" She asked, trying to catch Chuck's eyes and make him calm down a little.

"Right, shutting up," he made a zipping sound while motioning a zipper closing his lips.

Man, he's cute, she thought, as a soft giggle overcame her. She then shook her head, forcing herself to quit laughing with every single of Chuck's little antics, and she tried to straighten her face as she said: "Chuck, it's ok."

He rolled his eyes at that, which she guessed she deserved since she kept trying to reassure Chuck with this admittedly weak and non-convincing line that everything would turn out ok.

"Sorry, I should quit saying that –," she winced as she had caught herself.

"Or I should quit making you want to say that to me in the first place," Chuck said a little gloomily. Sarah huffed at that. She liked Chuck, she really did; it was almost hard to believe sometimes just how caring, genuine, and funny he truly was. But, the self-doubt needed to stop.

"Remember when I asked you to trust me this morning?" she had let go off his shoulder and walked towards her side of the car, as she motioned Chuck to get into the passenger side. Chuck obliged, slipping into the leather seat, as he nodded his head.

He remembered the moment vividly. He'd been stressed out, and losing his grip on reality as his mind had gone into an endless spiral of everything that could go wrong. They could get busted, they could fail their mission, they could succeed but the people blackmailing him could be unsatisfied… all of these possible scenarios led to his sister losing her scholarship, her lease, her life. All because of him.

Sarah had asked him to trust her then, and he'd said he did. And yet, he was more than stressed out now, as Sarah hit the gas and sped off to their destination in Malibu.

"Chuck, are you listening?" he heard her say, the blurry car lights in front of him taking shape again as he cleared his head.

"Hm, right, sorry, you were saying?" he tried to calm his breathing, but his effort seemed pointless.

"I was saying I don't want you to simply say you trust me when you don't, Chuck. Because that won't work. We need to trust each other. I need you to trust me when I say I know what I'm doing, and I need you to trust me when I say that everything will in fact turn out alright. But also, Chuck," she looked sideways, catching his eyes that were solely focused on her.

"I need you to trust me that I'm not going to run at the tiniest misstep, or hide whenever your family or friends come on a little too strongly." Chuck winced at that, but Sarah decided to ignore it.

"Answer me honestly, Chuck. What else could you have possibly said to them that would explain what we're doing without freaking them the hell out?"

When he didn't offer any alternative, they both knew she had made her point.

"This is a weird situation we're in, Chuck. Not just for you, but for me too. So please, stop walking on eggshells around me, or apologizing every time you feel like you aren't allowed to be anxious or scared. You are more than entitled to those feelings. And as has become apparent, I don't mind putting you at ease, ok? I might do a terrible job at it, but in the end, all I want is for you to be at ease, Chuck. So, can we please, just, chill?"

Her eyes were focused on the road again, as traffic demanded her attention. But when Chuck didn't reply, Sarah was starting to feel bad as she realized how condescending she must have sounded.

"Shit, sorry, Chuck. I didn't mean to sound so patronizing, I just-," she stilled as his hand had reached out to her wrist that was resting on the gear shift.

"It's ok, Sarah," he said, his tone all serious.

When she glanced sideways, she noticed the cheeky grin that was slowly overtaking Chuck's face.

"Oh, you-," she giggled as she playfully slapped him in the stomach with her right hand.

"You should have seen your face," Chuck laughed out loud now, and while Sarah should feel annoyed for the way he had completely disrupted her attempt at a serious moment, she didn't. Instead she let the bubbling feeling that had been brewing in her stomach go free, as she burst out into laughter too.

"Not funny," she tried to say once she had managed to calm down a little, but then Chuck wiggled his eyebrows at her and they burst into another fit. Eventually they both did quiet down, and a sentiment of peace and comfort came over the car.

Sarah would have been more than fine to drive the remainder of their trip in silence, but then Chuck cleared his throat, and she knew what he was about to say was meant to be taken seriously.

"I do trust you, Sarah," he eventually said. There was no cheekiness or laughter left in his voice. Instead, he sounded sincere.

"And what you said about me walking on eggshells and apologizing constantly… I know it's no excuse and I also don't want my behavior to be excused, but at least see it as an explanation. Even before Stanford, some things happened to me that um, did a seriously number on me and my confidence. And then, getting kicked out and…" he scoffed a little, taking some time to calm down the hint of anger that had colored his voice.

"Getting dumped and cheated on in the same week… it really screwed over the little shred of self-worth I had left. I guess the reason why I keep apologizing, and using humor as a self-defense mechanism is because, in some way, I still cannot fathom why you, Sarah Walker, would want to help me, this lowlife nerd who works at Buy More and still lives with his surgeon sister and her perfect surgeon boyfriend, a nerd whose most exciting day of the week is when Morgan comes over to play Call of Duty."

"Chuck," she tried but he didn't let her.

"No, Sarah, it's ok. I don't need you to tell me I'm not because for the last couple of months, that's exactly who I've been. Even before I was kicked out, I was far from what I've always envisioned myself to be when I grow older. I gave up on myself a long time ago, Sarah, and I'm not proud of it. But, I now realize that no one's going to pick me up and change that but me. And you made me see that."

"I did?" she whispered without thought.

"Yeah," he smiled sheepishly.

"The fact that you gave me a chance while I gave my chance away a long time ago… It made me realize there might be something worth fighting for after all," he concluded.

Sarah swallowed at the pure honesty Chuck had shared with her. If it had been anyone other than Chuck, she was sure she would have jumped out of the car by now, regardless of the fact that she was currently driving 85 miles an hour on the high way. But she hadn't. While his admission scared her to death, his trust and gratitude inexplicable to her, there was something about him that made her want to lower her guard, if only just a smidge.

So instead of following the fight or flight instinct that had kicked in, Sarah took a deep breath and decided to follow her own advice and just chill.


Sarah's car came to a low rumbling halt in front of the biggest mansion Chuck had ever seen in his lifetime. He peered through the low window of Sarah's Porsche at the various well-dressed, might he add, rich people walking up the low steps of the villa. He was this close to pushing his nose against the window as if he were a nine-year-old kid on his first ride to Disney World, but he restrained himself just in time for a fancy looking butler to open his door.

Chuck did a double take as he took in the older man who looked straight out of a typical British detective show. He wouldn't be too surprised if Poirot or Holmes would jump out of one of the bushes on the side to yell out j'accuse! with pointed finger. But alas, Chuck had to make do with what he hoped to be an ordinary butler, who now moved over to the driver seat of the car and relieved the much younger butler of Sarah's car keys.

He first heard her soft chuckle, which quickly had become his favorite melody, he realized, before his eyes caught sight of Sarah walking up to him. She looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight and the warm orange glow emanated by the luxuriously decorated lanterns that were symmetrically placed around the circular driveway. Her soft curls moved slowly with the little breeze that filled the air, her dress danced joyously around her gorgeously long legs.

Yet again, Chuck was struck by the absolute beauty that she was. So much so, that he barely registered when she looped her arm around his and tugged him towards the large entryway.

"I know this place is stunning and all, but we have to make sure we fit in. I'm pretty sure the other guests are bored by the sight by now," she whispered close to his ear, the warmth of her breath far too distracting to pay much attention to where he was placing his feet. One in front of the other, he told himself. Careful, there's a step. He almost tripped.

She then scooted even closer, her hand now softly squeezing his bicep, her hair tickling his neck as she said under her breath conspiringly: "But I agree, this place would be the perfect place for an Agatha Christie novel," she winked as his mouth fell open, and she had to let go of him as she had continued walking while Chuck hadn't.

She then looked over her shoulder with a glint of mischief, as Chuck shook his head in amusement. Oh, she had definitely heard him mutter the word J'accuse earlier, and she was making the most of it. He let out an amused chuckle, realizing he truly didn't know what he'd gotten himself into with her.

A minute later, Sarah's arm was clasped around Chuck's again, and they entered the magnificent hallway where an attractively dressed woman welcomed them, and asked them for their names. The nerves that had evaporated with the breathtaking architecture and the even more breathtaking companion beside him returned as Chuck cleared his throat and said as casually as possible: "Charles and Sarah Carmichael."

One of the first things Sarah and Chuck had agreed on when planning their mission was to use different names to put on the invitation list. With his hacking skills, Chuck doubted that anyone would take notice that two additional guests had made it on there. Still, if something were to go wrong, they both preferred for it not to tie back to their real identities.

That and Sarah was actually known in parts of that society. Putting her name on the list would definitely attract attention since it had been over five years that she'd been out of the public eye. Hopefully, people wouldn't recognize her, and if they did, they both hoped the person would simply think she was a Sarah Walker lookalike.

Chuck had been the one to come up with his last name and the fake persona that came with it. Sarah had raised an eyebrow at the quickness with which he had proposed it, to which Chuck had embarrassingly admitted that that was the life he'd always envisioned himself having after graduating from Stanford. Instead of the usual eyes of pity he received whenever he talked about Stanford and his failed dreams, Sarah had nodded in understanding. As if she knew exactly what he was talking about.

When Chuck had asked her in return which name she wanted, her cheeks had reddened a little. "Oh, I thought we were going under the same name. I mean, if that's ok by you?"

"Uh sure?" Chuck had responded in surprise, trying his best to suppress the tingling sensation in his stomach and the urge to jump up and down in excitement because she wanted to pretend to be married. He'd have to fake being married to her, in love with her, something he was quite sure wouldn't be that much of a problem.

"I mean, we'll have to be close for most of the evening anyway, so I prefer that people think we're actually supposed to be together, instead of them going around and spreading rumors. They're kind of the gossipy crowd," Sarah had explained, and with that, they had become Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael.

"Perfect, everything's set. Simply follow the music towards the ballroom and enjoy your evening," the woman said politely. Chuck nodded his thanks, and let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding as they followed the rest of the guests into the most magnificent room he'd ever seen.

The walls were decorated with golden roses and silver mirrors that made the room appear larger than it already was. Little tables were placed on the sides of the dance floor, candles and arrangements of lily at their center. A jazz band was playing a repertoire of both classic and more modern pieces, while waiters in golden blazers waltzed around the room with glasses of champagne and amuse-bouches.

"Wow," Chuck muttered in appreciation.

"Yup," Sarah agreed, pulling him towards the dance floor which he was all but prepared for.

"Wa- wait, Sarah, what are you doing?" he tried to keep his voice low so the other guests wouldn't hear him panic over the idea of having to dance in a room with actual real life people; people who could judge him and his utter lack of dancing skills.

"I'm dancing and hoping you'll join me, what else does it look like?" she replied, as she grabbed Chuck's hand and placed one of them on her waist, while she held the other one firmly in her right hand.

"Right, I can see that. But I don't dance, Sarah," Sarah simply rolled her eyes at that, and started to guide Chuck around the room, leading the dance with much more grace than Chuck would ever be capable of. Seeing as she had decided to ignore Chuck, he shifted tactics.

"Shouldn't we be getting started on our plan? I mean, who knows how many guards will be in the security room. Knowing where it is, is one thing. Breaking into it, quite another."

"Chuck, in order for our plan to work, it's best people don't actually hear us talking about it. Besides, I thought you said we didn't need to get into the room at all with your device. Plus, we've got plenty of time, so relax," she said closer to his ear, and as she did, Chuck, for a moment, got lost in the aroma that was Sarah Walker.

After a minute or so, he was able to shake himself awake again, and it was only then that he noticed he wasn't that bad a dancer as he'd initially thought. He hadn't even tripped once since they started. To be fair, she was the one leading, and Chuck was a little unstable on his feet, but he'd yet to make a complete fool of himself.

"Hey, I'm actually dancing," he said with glee, not able to contain the excitement he felt at the revelation.

"That you are," Sarah chuckled.

"The next step would be to stop looking at your feet, though," she said teasingly, her hand nudging his chin upwards. While she'd been the one enjoying herself with the occasional ribbing she was giving Chuck, it was her turn now to fall silent as his eyes connected with hers.

Everything in her surroundings seemed to slow down as a jolt of electricity coursed through her and an overwhelming feeling of warmth and trust came over her. It was as if all the other colors had been sucked out of the room, except for hers and Chuck, and she and Chuck were the only two colors that mattered.

And then, his eyes flicked to her lips.

She wasn't sure what had done it, whether it was the candle light surrounding them that made Chuck's eyes more vibrant and sparkling than usual, or whether it was the youthful smile that marked his features, or whether it was simply a combination of the ballroom, the atmosphere, and the person in front of her, that made her feel like that.

All she knew was that this feeling was dangerous. And she should avoid it at all cost. Without warning, she let go of Chuck, and grabbed one of the nearest champagne glasses on a tray that'd seemingly popped up out of nowhere. She chugged the drink in one go, placed it back onto the tray and headed towards the entrance hall, footsteps echoing behind hers.

She didn't know what she'd expected, that he'd simply remain standing where she'd left him? That he wouldn't wonder why she all of the sudden had decided to bolt, while she'd been the one who'd been so adamant about dancing? Even so, her heart sped up in a bit of a surprise when she felt his large hands reach out to her wrist, and made her turn around on her heals.

"You uh done dancing?" he asked a little confused, worry marking his features.

"Everything ok?" he then asked when she'd failed to reply nor keep eye contact. She took a deep breath, and a minute to ease her mind. She wasn't being fair to him was the first thought. They'd shared a small moment, and the first thing she'd thought of doing was to panic and leave.

He hadn't even done anything wrong. He'd simply looked at her with those deep brown eyes, and suddenly, she had forgotten why she ever brought up those walls in the first place. They seemed useless when he was around; it seemed like Chuck had gotten a map with a secret tunnel on it that'd bring him straight into her center, while others were still grappling to get over the first obstacle.

She hadn't even told him that much, she had barely revealed anything to him. He only knew what the public knew. Well, that's not completely true, she thought. He did know about Bryce, which most people didn't. Still, when she had nudged his chin to look at her, she had felt like an open book. His gaze did that to her. It made her feel vulnerable and so freaking comfortable and safe at the same time.

It was that feeling of safety mixed with vulnerability that scared her. Because she never was vulnerable. She didn't let herself be vulnerable. She was always headstrong, tough. Sarah Walker. Undefeatable. She scoffed at herself. While she might have believed that at one point, all that was left of her now was an empty shell. And while others filled up that shell with this picture-perfect image the media had created of her, it felt like Chuck could see right through all of it, and if he wanted to, he'd be able to see that she in fact was nothing more than an empty shell of a human being.

"Come on, we need to start our plan," Sarah said with new determination. She would burry those feelings, she'd decided. She had done so before, and she could and would do so again. She would simply have to work a little harder to repress all the emotions that seemed to surface whenever Chuck was around.

She grabbed Chuck by the arm and pulled him into a hallway which she was pretty sure would lead them to the security room. Chuck on the other hand, followed much slower than she'd liked.

"Uh, I thought you'd just said we had time. You know when you told me to relax?" he tried to be funny, but it fell flat. Instead, Sarah decided to quicken her pace and pull him along more forcefully.

"I did, and we did. Now we don't. Let's go, Chuck."


A/N: Hmm, I guess Sarah also has some insecurities and issues to work through.

Next on Chuck vs the Pilot: You'll meet a new character... and finally get to the bottom of this mission I keep talking about ;)

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