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Author's Notes: Hi, everyone! Welcome back! I hope y'all like this chapter. It was a lot of fun for me to write...and also cut out what is imo one of the most cringiest parts of the original book lmao.

Anywho, until the next chapter,

~TGWSI/Selene Borealis

~full moon~

~chapter 9: theory~

"Can I ask just one more?" I pleaded as Edythe accelerated much too quickly down the quiet street. She didn't seem to be paying attention to the road.

She sighed. "One more," she agreed, her lips pressed together in a cautious line.

"Well...you said that you knew I hadn't gone into the bookstore, and that I had gone south. I was just wondering how you knew that."

She looked away, deliberating.

"I thought we were past all this evasiveness," I grumbled.

She almost smiled. "Fine, then. I followed your scent." She looked out at the road, giving me time to compose my face. I couldn't think of an acceptable response to that, but I filed it carefully away for future study. I tried to refocus. I wasn't ready to let her be finished, now that she was finally explaining things.

"And then you didn't answer one of my first questions..." I stalled.

She looked at me with disapproval. "Which one?"

"How does it work – the mind-reading thing? Can you read anybody's mind, anywhere? How do you do it? Can the rest of your family..." I felt silly, asking for clarification on something that sounded so ridiculous, so impossible. But I knew that it was true.

"That's more than one," she pointed out. I simply intertwined my fingers and gazed at her, waiting.

"No, it's just me," Edythe began to explain. "And I can't hear anyone, anywhere. I have to be fairly close. The more familiar someone's...'voice' is, the farther away I can hear them. But still, no more than a few miles." She paused thoughtfully. "It's a little like being in a huge hall filled with people, everyone talking at once. It's just a hum – a buzzing of voices in the background. Until I focus on one voice, and then what they're thinking is clear.

"Most of the time I tune it all out – it can be very distracting. And then it's easier to seem 'normal' – " she frowned as she said the word " – when I'm not accidentally answering someone's thoughts rather than what they are actually saying."

"Why do you think you can't hear me?" I asked curiously.

She looked at me, her eyes enigmatic.

"I don't know," she murmured. "The only guess I have is maybe your mind doesn't work the same way other people's do. Like perhaps your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I'm only getting FM." She grinned at me, suddenly amused.

"My mind doesn't work right? I'm a freak?" The words bothered me more than they should've – probably because the speculation hit home. I had always been an oddity in everything else. It figured that I would be strange in this way too, as embarrassing as it was to hear.

"I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak," Edythe laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a theory..." Her face tightened. "Which brings us back to you."

I sighed. Where would I even begin?

"Aren't we past all the evasions now?" she paraphrased back at me, but her tone was gentle. Soft.

I looked away from her face for the first time, trying to find the words. I happened to notice the speedometer.

"Hoy cow!" I shouted. "Slow down!"

"What's wrong?" She was startled. But the car didn't decelerate.

"You're going over a hundred miles an hour!" I was still shouting. I shot a panicky glance out the window, but it was too dark to see much. The road was only visible in the long patch of bluish brightness from the headlights. The forest along both sides of the road was a black wall – as hard as steel if we veered off of the road at this speed.

"Relax, Bella." Edythe rolled her eyes, still not slowing.

"Are you trying to kill us?" I demanded.

"We're not going to crash."

I tried to module my voice. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I always drive like this." She turned to smile at me crookedly.

"Keep your eyes on the road!"

"I've never been in an accident, Bella – I've never even gotten a ticket." She grinned and tapped her forehead. "Built-in radar detector."

"Very funny." I fumed. "My father was the sheriff, remember? I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."

"Probably," she agreed with a short, hard laugh. "But you can't." She sighed, and I watched with relief as the needle gradually drifted towards eighty. "Better?"

"Almost."

"I hate driving slow," she muttered.

"This is slow?"

"Enough commentary on my driving," she snapped. "I'm still waiting for your latest theory."

I bit my lip. She looked at me, her honey eyes unexpectedly concerned.

"I won't laugh," she promised.

"I'm more afraid that you'll be angry with me," I admitted.

"Is it that bad?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Edythe waited. I was looking at my hands, so I couldn't see her expression.

"Go ahead." Her tone was calm.

"...What if I don't know how to start?"

"Start at the beginning," she suggested. "You said you didn't come up with this on your own?"

"No."

"What got you started – a book? A movie?" she prodded.

"No – it was Saturday, at the beach." I risked up a glance at her face. She looked puzzled. "I went with Mike and some of the other kids from our high school, you know this, but we weren't the only ones there. There were some other people there too, people from the reservation...my friends: Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, and...Jacob Black."

And this was when the realization hit her. I watched as her confused expression froze in place, becoming too fake to be believable as her eyes filled with knowing.

But I continued on anyways, because now that I had started, I couldn't stop. "I told Jacob that you and I were friends, and he got...upset about that. None of the people from La Push seem all enthused about you or your family. I asked him why that is. And he told me about one of the Quileute legends...I'd been told it before, since I am half-Quileute, but I never really cared enough to listen to them well. My mother never really raised me to view them as important..."

"Bella," Edythe said, her voice laced with equal parts amusement and something strained.

I felt myself flush. "Right. Sorry," I apologized. I realized I was whispering, but I couldn't bring myself to speak louder. "Anyways, the Quileute legend that he told me was about...vampires. And werewolves, too. But mostly the vampires." I couldn't look at her face now. But I saw her knuckles tighten convulsively on the wheel.

"And you thought immediately of me?" She was still calm.

"No...he mentioned your family."

She was silent, staring at the road.

I was worried suddenly, worried about protecting Jacob.

"He just thought it was a silly superstition," I said quickly. "He didn't expect me to think anything of it." It didn't seem like enough; I had to confess. "I encouraged him to tell me. Because I've noticed some signs and – "

"What signs?" Now there was a slight edge to her voice.

I thought back to what she had said earlier tonight about me being "more observant" than she'd thought.

"You mean besides how your eyes change color, your pale skin and how cool it is?" I asked. She gave a single nod. "At the hospital after you saved me from Tyler's car, the way you and Sam looked at each other...I knew you two didn't like each other."

"That doesn't necessarily mean anything," Edythe cut in, her voice only but a murmur.

"Let me finish," I requested. "If the legends about your family being vampires is true, I figured that the ones about the Quileutes being werewolves also...had to be true. And there are much more signs for that being true. Three years ago, which...I know is over a year before you and your family moved here," I acknowledged. Now that I was, I was realizing that it was a very crucial hole in my theory. But I continued on all the same. "My cousin, Sam, underwent a...change. It was like over night, he'd gone from the happy-go-lucky guy that I knew him to be to someone much more responsible. I thought it was just because I hadn't been around long enough to see the change, or because his mother, my aunt, was just getting sicker and sicker...

"But then, within six months, he broke up with his girlfriend. We all kind of thought that they were going to be high school sweethearts." Poor Leah. I knew it wasn't fair of me to have thought of her in the way that I had earlier. I knew she was still hurting to this day with how Sam had broken up with her, and understandably so. "And he got with her cousin, Emily, who's now his wife, not long afterwards. Leah insists to this day that he cheated on her. I know he didn't, my cousin isn't like that, but..."

I collected my thoughts before speaking again. "But the same time he underwent all these changes, Sam's skin became hot. He shot up in height and became more muscular. And when I went to his house and saw some of my old friends there, Paul Lahote and Jared Cameron, I realized that the same had happened to them. But it didn't make sense, even for teenaged boys. I'd seen them only last October, three months before I moved here, at my father's funeral, and they'd just become so physically different in such a short time..."

"So that was it? That was all the proof you needed?" Edythe questioned.

"...Well, no," I admitted. "I did some research on the internet."

"And did that convince you?" Her voice sounded barely interested. But her hands were clamped hard on the steering wheel.

"Not really, no. Nothing fit. Most of it was kind of silly. But then..." I stopped.

"What?"

"I decided that it didn't matter," I whispered.

"'It didn't matter?'" she quoted me, and this made me finally look up. I had finally broken through her carefully composed mask. Her face was incredulous, with just a hint of the anger that I'd feared.

"No," I said softly. "I decided that it didn't. Jacob told me that, according to our legends, you and your family aren't like other...vampires. You don't hunt humans. I don't think you can be that bad, a villain – " I was referring to that earlier conversation at the lunch table " – if you refuse to hunt humans. But even if you aren't a vampire, even if you're something else...it doesn't matter to me what you are."

A hard, mocking edge entered her voice. "You don't care if I'm a monster? If I'm not human?"

"No."

She was silent, staring straight ahead again. Her face was bleak and cold.

"You're angry," I sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," Edythe said, but her tone was as hard as her face. "I'd rather know what you're thinking – even if what you're thinking is insane."

"So I'm wrong again?" I challenged.

"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter!'" she repeated again, gritting her teeth together.

"I was right!" I gasped.

It was a strange thing, knowing that I was. Of course, as ridiculous as it was, I'd known that I was right before, but hearing the confirmation that I was now...

"Does it matter?"

"Not really," I reiterated. I paused. "But I am curious."

She was resigned. "What do you want to know?"

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," she answered promptly.

"And how long have you been seventeen?"

Her lips twitched as she stared out at the road. "A while," she revealed at last.

"Okay." I smiled, pleased that she was still being honest with me. She stared down at me with watchful eyes, much as she had before, when she had been worried that I would go into shock. I smiled wider in encouragement, causing her to frown.

"Am I correct when I say that most of the myths surrounding you, like...burning in the daylight and being allergic to garlic...aren't true?" I inquired. Yes, I knew that she and her family all avoided the town of Forks when it was sunny outside. But I knew how myths or even simple stereotypes could not be true...even though the ones of the Quileute Tribe seemingly were...

Poor Sam, I couldn't help but think at the confirmation. I'd already thought that three years ago he'd been through so much between Leah and his mother, my aunt, dying, but now knowing this...

And poor Jared and Paul, too.

"Yes," Edythe laughed, temporarily derailing my train of thought. "Those aren't true."

"Is it the same for sleeping in coffins, then?"

"Yes," she repeated. She hesitated for a moment, and then a peculiar tone entered her voice as she added, "I can't sleep."

It took me a moment to absorb that. "At all?"

"Never," she said, her voice nearly inaudible. She turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes stared at mine, and I stared at her until she looked away. "I'm physically incapable of it."

"Then what do you and your family do at...night?"

"You mean besides their...proclivities?" When I understood what she meant by that, I felt my face turn red all over again, which also caused her to laugh again as she glanced over at me. "We've picked up our hobbies over the years. We hunt, too...you haven't asked me about that. It's perhaps the most important question."

I blinked, dazed, but I tried to pull myself together quickly. "I told you that it doesn't matter."

"You aren't concerned about my diet?" she asked sarcastically.

"No."

"Don't you want to know if I drink blood?"

"Jacob says that you and your family don't hunt humans," I said stubbornly. "If you and your family don't, then that's all that matters to me. And he was right, wasn't he?"

"Your Tribe has a long memory," she whispered. Louder, "Don't let that make you complacent, though. The rest of the Quileute people are right to keep their distance. We are still dangerous."

"I don't understand."

"We try," she explained slowly, "and we are usually good at what we do. But sometimes, we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."

"This is a mistake?" I heard the sadness in my voice, but I didn't know if she could as well.

"A very dangerous one," she murmured.

We both let silence fall over us. I watched the headlights twist with the curves of the road. They moved too fast; it didn't look real, like something out of a video game. I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with Edythe like this again – almost openly, all but one of the walls between us gone for once. Her words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn't waste one minute I had with her.

"Tell me more," I requested desperately, not caring what she said, just wanting to hear her voice again.

She looked at me quickly, startled by my change in tone. "What more do you want to know?"

"Tell me why you hunt animals instead of people – or why the Quileutes have only had werewolves two times in recent memory, and both times when your family was around," I suggested, my voice still tinged with desperation. I realized that my eyes were wet, and I fought against the grief that was trying to overcome me.

"You know you could ask your cousin or any of the Tribe's elders for an answer to that second question," was her initial response.

I pressed my lips firmly together. "I don't...want them to know that I know."

"Why?" Her question was simple, and yet so complicated at the same time. "They can't be mad at you for figuring out the secret on your own."

"...No," I agreed uncertainly. I recalled my earlier thoughts on the matter: "But they can be mad at me for getting so...close to you. And I figure that you know as much as they do, because of your telepathy."

"Ah, I see," she said. There was a pause. "You are right about that. But I did not come to know about the answer until we came back here to Forks two years ago. Whenever my kind comes in the vicinity of certain families of your Tribe, a gene is...activated. But it only becomes activated in the male members of your Tribe, and only if they are a certain age."

That made sense, I thought. "So I'm not in any danger of becoming a werewolf around you, even though I come from the same family that Sam does?" I teased.

A smile quirked at her lips, as if the very notion of me becoming a big, furry wolf was amusing to her. "No," she agreed. "You're not."

But the mention of my cousin brought up another question: "But Sam became a werewolf over a year before your family arrived here...how did that happen, if you know?"

"When we re-brokered the treaty with him upon coming back, he knew that I possess telepathy, so he hid most of his thoughts from me. I didn't actually know that our presence is what causes the transformation until recently, when your cousin came with your grandmother to pick you up from the hospital. His thoughts slipped through again then. If I had known, my family..." She trailed off as she looked at me, seeming to recognize that even the implication of her not being here struck at my soul. She diverted herself back to answering my question, "Anyways, most of my kind are...not like my family and I. They hunt humans. Because of this, with few exceptions, they are nomadic. A trio of vampires came to stay here three years ago for a few months, though they hunted all over the state. Even a few months of minimal exposure was enough to trigger the transformation in your cousin, as he was the only one with the gene in La Push at the correct age at the time."

"And then Jared and Paul became werewolves, because of your family," I connected the dots out loud.

She looked uncomfortable at this, but did not deny it. "Yes."

"Will you and your family be...leaving soon, because of what you know now?" It pained me to ask this, but with the time between us feeling so precious, I had to.

Slowly, she shook her head. "Your cousin brokered out another deal with our family. We are allowed to stay for the rest of the time that we need to so as for it to not look suspicious. Of course, we will have to eventually as we don't age and that will become...inconvenient, but..."

She changed her course again, presumably at the look on my face. "But to answer your first question: I don't want to be a monster."

It felt like the questions that I had asked to spurn on this particular part of our conversation had happened so long ago; it took me a moment to remember that first question I had asked. Then, it took me another moment to come up with yet another question, "But animals aren't enough?"

Edythe paused. "I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians – an inside joke. It doesn't completely satiate the hunger – or rather, the thirst. But it keeps us strong enough to resist. Most of the time." Her tone turned ominous. "Sometimes it's more difficult than others."

"Like right now?" I guessed.

She sighed. "Yes."

"But you're not hungry now – I told you, I've noticed your eyes change color," I hurriedly explained when she raised an eyebrow at me. "When they're gold, you're generally in a good mood."

This made her chuckle. "I suppose that I am."

I couldn't think of a response to this, so I just listened to the sound of her laugh, committing it to memory.

"Were you hunting this weekend, with Emmett?" I asked when it was quiet again.

"Yes." She paused for a second, as if deciding whether or not to expand on the subject further. "I didn't want to leave, but it was necessary. It's a bit easier to be around you when I'm not thirsty."

"Why didn't you want to leave?" The thought gave me a thrill. Maybe the reason why she didn't want to leave, why she had been willing to make the deal with Sam to stay for a little while longer, was because she felt the same way about me as I did –

"It makes me...anxious...to be away from you," Edythe divulged. Her eyes were gentle but intense, and they seemed to be turning my bones into a much softer quality than what they were supposed to be. "I wasn't joking when I asked you to try not to fall into the ocean or get run over last Thursday. I was distracted all weekend, worrying about you. And after what happened tonight, I'm surprised that you did make it through a whole weekend unscathed." She shook her head, seemingly remembering something. "Well, not totally unscathed."

I was equal parts elated, disappointed, and confused. "What?"

"Your hands," she reminded me.

I looked down at my palms, which held the almost-healed scrapes across the heels of my hand. Her eyes missed nothing. I sighed. "I fell."

"That's what I thought." Her lips curved up at the corners. "I suppose, being you, it could have been much worse – and that possibility tormented me the entire time that I was away. It was a very long three days. I really got on Emmett's nerves." She smiled ruefully at me.

"Three days? Didn't you just get back today?"

"No, we got back on Sunday."

"Then why weren't...?"

I didn't need to finish my question for her to understand. "You were right that the sun doesn't hurt me. But I can't go out in the sunlight – at least, not where anyone can see."

"Why?"

"I'll show you sometime." She promised.

With a jolt, I suddenly realized that our time together was coming to an end. I had noticed her slow down even further than before, but it was only now that I saw we were now within the limits of Forks. She would soon be dropping me off at my house. It'd barely taken us twenty minutes.

"Before I drop you off," Edythe said then – and for someone who could supposedly not read my thoughts, I couldn't help but think that she was sometimes very good at reading them. When I looked back up at her, I saw that her lips were pressed into a thin line again. "I want you to tell me something."

"Yes?"

She hesitated briefly before she made her inquiry. "What were you thinking tonight, just before I came around the corner? I couldn't understand your expression – you didn't look scared, you looked like you were concentrating very hard on something."

"I was trying to remember how to incapacitate an attacker – you know, self-defense. I was going to smash his nose into his brain." I thought of the dark-haired man with a surge of hate.

She gave an incredulous laugh. "That doesn't actually work most of the time, but – you were going to fight him? Didn't you keep running?"

"I fall down a lot when I run," I admitted.

"What about screaming for help?"

"I was getting to that part."

She shook her head. "You were right – I'm definitely fighting fate in trying to keep you alive."

I sighed again. But even as I did, I looked at her, I was dazzled by her all over again. In fact, now more than ever –

"I have one more question I want to ask you, too."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

But I was too late. We were in front of Nonna's house now. The lights were on, my truck in its place, everything utterly normal. It was like waking from a dream. Edythe stopped the car, but she didn't move, waiting for me to ask the question that I so desperately wanted to.

I chickened out. I had gained too much tonight just to lose it in the same amount of time. "Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked softly.

She smiled bittersweetly. I had the feeling that she knew it was not the question I wanted to ask, but she said nothing about that. "Unfortunately, no. It's going to be sunny tomorrow, too." As my heart felt like it fell into my stomach, she added on, "But you will see me Wednesday. It'll be cloudy, and I have a paper due then, too. I'll save you a seat at lunch."

It was silly, after everything we'd been through tonight, how that little promise shoved my heart back into my chest and sent flutters through my stomach, almost making me unable to speak.

"Do you promise to be there Wednesday? I...I have more questions I want to ask you."

"I promise."

I considered that for a moment, then nodded. I pulled her jacket off, taking one last whiff.

"You can keep it – you don't have a jacket for tomorrow," she reminded me.

I hesitated. If Charlie had still been alive, I would have refused, because coming home wearing another person's jacket would have brought up more questions than I would have been willing to answer. But Nonna was a little bit different...

"Are you sure?"

She gave a smile full of teeth. "Yes."

I tried not to blush too hard. "Thank you."

I hesitated, my hand on the door handle, trying to prolong the moment.

"Bella?" Edythe asked in a different tone – serious, but hesitant.

I turned back to her a little too eagerly. "Yes?"

"Will you promise me something?"

"Yes," I said, and instantly regretted my unconditional agreement. What if she asked me to stay away from her? That particular topic had not been brought up overly too much on this car ride from Port Angeles back to Forks, but even so, that would not be a promise that I could keep.

"Don't go into the woods alone."

I blinked in surprise. "Why?"

She frowned, and her eyes were tight as she stared past me out the window. "Let's just say, while I and your cousin and friends would always do our best to protect you if the need arose, we're not always the most dangerous things out there."

I shuddered slightly at the bleakness in her voice, but I was secretly relieved. This was a promise that I could honor. "Yes, I promise."

"I'll see you Wednesday, then," she told me, and I knew she wanted me to leave now.

"Wednesday," I agreed, though I didn't think I was able to keep the sadness out of my voice as much as I wanted to. I opened the door unwillingly.

"Bella?" I turned around and she was leaning towards me, her pale, glorious face just inches from mine. My heart stopped beating.

"Sleep well," she murmured, before she leaned back away.

Just her being so close was enough to leave me dazed once again. I was unable to move until my brain had somewhat unscrambled itself. Then I stepped out of the car awkwardly, almost tripping over my own two feet in the process and having to use the car for support to prevent myself from falling flat on my face. I thought I heard her chuckle, but the sound was too quiet for me to be certain.

She waited until I had stumbled to the front door, and then I heard the engine quietly rev. I turned to watch the silver car disappear around the corner. I realized suddenly that it was very cold.

I reached for the key mechanically, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

"Bella?" Nonna called from the living room.

"Yes, Nonna, it's me." I walked in to see her. She was sitting in her usual chair, knitting while a game show played on the TV.

"You're home early," she noted. Then she squinted her eyes. "Did you get a new jacket at the store?"

"Am I?" I was surprised. I looked down at Edythe's jacket. "Um, no. I saw another friend while we were in Port Angeles and she invited me to hang out with her, but I forgot my jacket in Jessica's car."

"It's not even eight yet," she informed me. Her eyes crinkled at the edges as her smile widened. "It's good you have so many friends, cara. Did you have fun with them all?"

"Yeah – it was a lot of fun." My head was spinning as I tried to remember all the way back to the girls' night that I had planned. "Jessica and Angela both found their dresses. And it was nice, talking with Edythe at dinner."

Too late, I realized that I had said her name out loud. I watched my grandmother's eyes momentarily widen, before she reigned herself in. "That's good, that's good. Are you alright, Bella? Sembri pallido."

"I'm just tired. I did a lot of walking."

"Well, maybe you should go lie down."

"I will. I just need to call Jessica about my jacket first."

Nonna nodded, before going back to her knitting.

I went into the kitchen and fell, unexpectedly much more exhausted than I had thought, into a chair. I was feeling reallydizzy now. I wondered if I was going into shock after all. Get a grip, I told myself.

The phone rang abruptly, startling me. I yanked it off the hook.

"Hello?" I asked breathlessly.

"Bella?"

"Hey, Jessica. I was just going to call you."

"You made it home?" Her voice was relieved...and surprised. I presumed it was from the time.

"Yes. I left my jacket in your car – could you bring it to me tomorrow?"

"Sure! But you have to tell me what happened!" she demanded.

"Um, tomorrow – in Trig, okay?"

She was reluctant, but caught on to an excuse I hadn't even thought of. "Oh, is your grandma there?"

"Yes, that's right.

"Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye!" I could hear the impatience in her voice.

"Bye, Jessica."

I walked up the stairs slowly, what felt like a heavy stupor clouding my mind. I went through the motions of getting ready for bed without paying any attention to what I was doing. It wasn't until I was in the shower – the water so hot, it was burning my skin – that it occurred to me I was freezing. I shivered violently for several minutes before the steaming spray could finally relax my frigid muscles. Then I stood in the shower, too tired to move, until the hot water began to run out.

I stumbled out, wrapping myself securely in a towel, trying to hold the heat from the water in so the aching tremblings wouldn't return. I dressed for bed swiftly and climbed under the quilt, curling into a ball, hugging myself to keep warm. A few small shudders racked through me.

My mind still swirled dizzily, full of images I couldn't understand, and some I fought to repress. Nothing seemed clear at first, but as I fell gradually closer to unconsciousness, a few certainties became evident.

About seven things I was certain of, divided into two categories. Of the first category, first: the Quileute legends were true. Second, Sam, Jared, and Paul, my cousin and childhood friends, were all werewolves. But third, I wasn't scared of them, not in the slightest. I knew they would never harm me.

As for the second category: one, Edythe was a vampire. Two, there was a part of her – and I didn't know how potent that part might be – that thirsted for my blood. But three, similar to Sam, Jared, and Paul, I wasn't scared of her.

Because four, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

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