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1. annuleesemylady
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   January 20, 2012 2:07pm UTC
   Do you feel like a man?
   When you push her around?
   Do you feel better now,
   As she falls to the ground.
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2. thesweetestmoments
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   August 19, 2012 11:03pm UTC
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4. thesweetestmoments
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   August 16, 2012 1:44am UTC
   Embroidered.Kisses
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   ““Vincent, DON’T!” I yelped as I threw myself towards Rhett with all the strength I had. I slammed heavily against him and we both fell clumsily to the grass. I bumped my head hard against his shoulder and I looked up dazed to see him looking up at me, his eyes fiery and angry. I understood where he was coming from, he wanted to fight his own battles. He wanted to defend the girl, be the hero. But he didn’t know that he would be losing this one without me.
   I was on top of him one minute and on the grass beside him in the next. I opened my eyes to see Rhett spring up from the ground and sock Vincent square in the jaw. Vincent’s head snapped backwards but he was quick to return a punch across Rhett’s cheek. Rhett’s body swayed to the left from the force of the blow, but he returned fire as soon as he was hit. With every muscle in his body, Rhett slammed his hands against Vincent’s two, broad shoulders and tackled him. Rhett had one hand on Vincent’s neck and the other slamming across his face.
   For a while, it really did look like Rhett was winning. Vincent couldn’t keep up with the speed of Rhett’s hands.
   But that’s when I saw Vincent’s hand digging around in his pocket.
   Out he pulled a shiny, recently sharpened knife.
   “What are you doing, Vincent?” I asked as I cautiously walked into the kitchen where Vincent was stationed, pushing a knife back and forth on some sort of metal stick.
   “Well, moron, I’m sharpening my knife,” Vincent grumbled as he violently shoved the knife back and forth.
   “Why?” I asked, watching and keeping myself a safe distance away.
   Suddenly, he stopped. He got up and took one step towards me. “Because, Macey dear,” He looked up at me and gave me a sly smile. I looked at him with wary eyes. “You never know when you’re gonna need a good knife!” He laughed as he jumped a step forward, his knife pointed directly at me. I gasped as I stepped backwards, holding my chest as though my heart would fall out of my body, it was beating so hard.
   “Did I scare you, Macey?” Vincent’s smile got creepier as he tilted his head towards me. Shivers ran up and down my spine.
   I directed my attention back to reality and caught my breath as I realized just what was going to happen next.
   At the incredible speed of light, every memory I ever had with Luke flashed before my eyes. The last one, the one of his limp body on my bedroom floor, stayed a minute too long before that too, left my brain.
   Getting myself up as fast as I possibly could, I ran towards where Rhett was on top of Vincent. I saw him clasping his fingers around the knife handle, preparing to strike. Realizing how little time I had, I lunged toward them, arms outstretched, praying that I’d reach Vincent’s ready hand.
   My vision was beginning to become too blurry to see, but I felt my hand slam against Vincent’s, dragging it downwards.
   But I also heard a deafening scream.
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   For those of you who are confused, the slanted writing means she is having a flashback.
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5. thesweetestmoments
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   August 14, 2012 10:36pm UTC
   Embroidered.Kisses
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   “RHETT, NO!” I screamed as Rhett hurled himself at Vincent. Rhett couldn’t hear me, but he could see perfectly well. But what he didn’t see was something Vincent had in his hand.
   “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I murmured as Luke tried to shove his tongue down my throat. I kissed him but pulled away anxiously. “He should be coming home any time now.”
   “Shh,” Luke whispered as he kissed my neck. I rolled my eyes back into my skull as he pressed his lips on my collarbone. “We both want this, baby.” He said, his voice silk.
   “Noooo, Luke,” I groaned as his hands gently explored my body.
   “Baby, I love you so much. I want you,” Luke toyed with my tank top strap.
   Soon, we were exposed things were going too fast. I wanted him to stop, but then I really didn’t. I loved Luke, and he loved me.
   “You are so beautiful, Macey,” Luke muttered as his lips glided across my bare back.
   “No, Lukeeeey,” I moaned, losing all resistance. Luke was on top of me and I gave him everything I had, as cheesy as that sounds.
   We were in the heat of the moment, we didn’t hear the car tires. We didn’t hear the unlocking of the door. We didn’t hear the stomping footsteps. We didn’t even hear the door opening.
   But we did hear his yell.
   I snapped my eyes open in an instant and Luke lifted his head and turned to the door.
   He turned just in time to see the knife.
   With his body on top of me, he was a clear target. I felt him squirm as the knife sunk deep into his back. My breathing grew short as his blood began to cascade down on to my body.
   There was a faint ringing noise in my ear and it was becoming louder by the second.
   Slowly Luke's face turned to face mine. His expression was permanantely frozen in a look that seemed purely terrified. His eyes were wide as they met mine. I held my breath as they slowly rolled back in his sockets so only white showed.
   “SHUT UP, B*TCH,” I heard Vincent yell as the noise in my ears stopped. I closed my mouth as I realized it was my screaming.
   Vincent roughly grabbed Luke’s body and flung it across the room. “Let me make one thing clear,” Vincent slurred as he unzipped his pants. “Boyfriends will not be allowed in this house.” He slowly crawled up onto my blood-stained bed and lowered himself on top of me. “Got that?” He breathed in my face, his breath ridden with cheap alcohol.
   “Got it,” I whispered, tears streaking my face as Vincent started to kiss my chest.
   As you can tell, this story is almost done(:
   Thank you all so much for sticking with me through this very boring story.
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6. BravoSierra
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   August 14, 2012 11:11am UTC
   And here's to the kids
   that actually remember September 11th, 2001.
   
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7. 0nnaleeMarie143
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   March 25, 2012 10:39am UTC
   I miss you
   just listening to a song, and thinking ''I wish things were still good between us'' :(
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8. 0nnaleeMarie143
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   March 25, 2012 10:48am UTC
   I MISS BEING A KID.
   I miss birthday parties in class with cupcakes and a spelling test with the extra credit word being ''happiness.'' I miss being able to run around playing freeze tag all day without getting tired then putting my head on my pillow at night and knocking right out with no worries or cares. I miss eating however much I wanted without a thought, and curling up on the couch with a good book, and not getting up till I was done. I miss running home to watch power rangers and the fresh prince waking up on Saturday morning for cartoons. I miss not being stressed when everything was pure and simple. But what I miss the most of all, was the time that seemed to never run out.
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9. pigglywiggly
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   August 4, 2012 10:05pm UTC
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   When you’re young, everything feels like the end of the world. The truth is that in five years you won’t even remember why you were so sad. Stop letting the little things get to you, take a breathe, be happy.
   
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10. annuleesemylady
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    August 7, 2012 2:21pm UTC
    I'm bored with my own life.
    Anybody wanna trade?
    
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11. annuleesemylady
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    August 7, 2012 2:24pm UTC
    Bored is my name
    Doing nothing is my game
    
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12. thesweetestmoments
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    August 12, 2012 10:31pm UTC
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13. thesweetestmoments
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    August 12, 2012 2:18am UTC
    Embroidered.Kisses
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    “Luke, he’s here,” I breathed into the phone, clasped so tightly in my hands, smashed against my face.
    “Baby, who’s here?” Luke asked, the music in the background from a party pounding loudly.
    “Vincent, Luke! Vincent’s here,” I started to cry silent tears, knowing what was in store for me that evening.
    “Wait, what? I’m sorry Macey, I can’t hear you.” Luke screamed into the phone. I hadn’t been able to go to that party, I hadn’t been to a party in quite some time. I wasn’t allowed.
    “Vincent, he’s here, I jus-” I was cut off by violent stopping up the stairs. “Ohmygod, Luke. Help me, please!”
    “Macey, what did you say? I really can’t hear you. I’m going to go outside, okay?” Luke’s voice cut in and out. My lifeline was busy.
    Vincent was starting down the hallway. The closet I was in was at the end of it.
    “He’s coming,” I whispered.
    “Baby, just a second,” Luke said as the music became distant.
    Vincent called out my name once. He knew I was near.
    “No,” I gasped once, my thumb resting just above the ‘End’ button.
    “All right, Mace. I’m here, what’s going on?” Luke asked casually.
    Vincent’s steps stopped just before the door and I saw his shadow from underneath the door.
    “He’s here,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the door creaked open.
    “Who’s here? Baby? Who’s there?!” Luke’s voice turned urgent as I slowly clicked the end button.
    “That’s right, Macey. You know you’re not allowed to have boyfriends. It’s better you end the call before I have to do it,” Vincent crossed his arms as he stood in front of me, light coming from behind him making his face shadowed over.
    “He’s not my boyfriend…” I mumbled, a lame attempt to keep myself safe that night.
    Vincent erupted into cruel snorts. “Not your boyfriend, my *ss. Don’t lie to me, Macey. That just makes the matter worse and you know it.” Vincent crouched down to my level. “Remember what happened last time you lied to me? You got that pretty purple bruise right there,” Vincent sneered as he prodded my inner thigh roughly. I winced in pain.
    “Oh, did that hurt, little Macey? My apologies.” Vincent’s voice wreaked of sarcasm.
    My phone vibrated next to me, the caller ID reading ‘Luke’.
    Vincent took my flip-phone and ripped it in half.
    “Next time, I’ll do worse to that little, tight, pure body, I promise.” Vincent’s upper lip curled into a maniacal smile.
    WEEEEE, two chapters in one night(:
    Well, I guess it's actually morning, but, FISH.
    And this chapter's reeeeally short. Oh well. DEAL WID IT.
    Heheee, I will be doing notifications for both chapters tomorrow and perhaps for 13 as well,
    so if you've already read both of these chapters, just ignore that...
    Love you aaaaaall, like a bucket of smiles and happiness(:
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14. thesweetestmoments
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15. thesweetestmoments
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    August 9, 2012 11:07pm UTC
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    My vision was gone now. I couldn’t feel a thing. Until he grabbed my wrist.
    It was exactly like those dreams when you’re falling down and you just keep falling, falling, falling until right before you hit the bottom and you jolt awake, only to find yourself safe and sound in your own bed.
    His hand caught be just before I could fall to my death.
    With startled eyes, I looked up at the person who saved my life. I looked up at the person who comforted me in the parking lot. I looked up to the person with shocking blue eyes.
    He grabbed my wrist with the other hand as well and pulled me up.
    He had surprisingly strong arms.
    He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me so I was standing. He gently took the rope in his large hands and lifted it above my head and dropped it to the stage.
    I caught my breath as I realized my neck would have been in there.
    He grabbed my hand and lead me over to the side of the theater and I crumbled to the floor. He lowered himself next to me as I sat shaking. Slowly, gently, he put his arms around me and lifted me into his lap. I didn’t have enough energy to react. I closed my eyes and laid my head against his chest.
    I peered up once again to the blue eyes and this time, I did the staring. I shook my head and barely whispered, “Thank you.”
    To the average human, that would have been a silent gesture, they would have asked me to speak up a little louder so they could hear.
    But he heard me.
    He heard me when there was nothing to hear. He heard my silent plea for help. A plea I didn’t even know I was giving.
    “What’s your name?” I mouthed, my voice not needed in this situation.
    His fingers corresponded with his lips. “R-H-E-T-T”
    “Rhett,” I breathed, as he took my face into his soft palms and kissed my lips.
    That was a form of language all its own.
    There will be a couple more chapters, you're questions might be answered(;
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16. thesweetestmoments
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    August 8, 2012 9:26pm UTC
    Embroidered.Kisses
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    I clasped the rope in my hands and tried to remember what I had learned from my neighbor, Luke who was two years older than me, when he was in boy scouts.
    “What are you doing here, Macey?” He said to me as I climbed through to hole in the fence.
    “I wanted to play with you,” I mumbled, fumbling with the hem of my skirt.
    “What, Macey?” Luke bowed his head and looked back at his friends pointing at us.
    I opened my mouth to speak again but was cut off by one of the boy scouts, “Who’s that, Luke? You’re girlfriend?” Laughter from the rest of the troop was quick to follow.
    I stamped my foot. “Shut up, Byron! Luke is not my boyfriend!”
    Byron smirked at me. “Right, ‘cause you’ll never get one!”
    I bursted into tears right then and there and the boys continued to laugh. This set Luke off and he told them to stop. He took me into his arms and pulled me close, wiping my tears.
    Vincent wasn’t the one I had lost my virginity to.
    Luke was. And he took his last breath shortly after.
    A memory of Luke teaching me how to make a noose came to mind and I quickly finished it before it slipped away. Luke’s face in my mind made me cry harder.
    I stumbled towards to stairs on the left-side of the stage and crawled up them, dragging the rope behind me.
    I took one step out and felt the rafters squeak under my body weight.
    I walked out to the middle of the rafter right on top of the stage and started to knot the rope around the rafter and let it hang down limply above the stage.
    I closed my eyes and pushed away my tears with my sleeve and clumsily slipped it around my neck. I closed my eyes and gripped the side of the rafter and peered down.
    I knew that once I let myself fall, there was no turning back. My neck would break and I would be gone.
    The longer I stared down, the shakier I got. I was getting so scared. My thoughts were going through my head a mile per second. My soul was leaving my body and my knuckles were turning white. My vision was starting to get blocked as black spots cluttered my eyes and my ears were filled with a blaring ringing sensation now.
    Maybe that’s how I never heard him coming up the stairs. But I did hear him scream.
    And his scream startled me so badly, I lost my balance.
    So, I guess I'm finishing out this story. For now.
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17. thesweetestmoments
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    August 7, 2012 8:57pm UTC
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19. thesweetestmoments
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    August 4, 2012 9:02pm UTC
    Embroidered.Kisses
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    I stood there.
    He stared at me.
    I didn’t move.
    He didn’t move.
    The world around us was alive, but we were still.
    And the longer I stood, the angrier I got.
    Not just angry at Alora and Emmie for what just happened, but at this f*cking boy for being so rude and witnessing it!
    And he was still staring.
    With adrenaline pumping through my system, I bunched up my hands in tight fists and marched my high heels over to where the boy was sitting quietly on the fence of the parking lot.
    He did not move.
    But his eyes followed me.
    I stopped just in front of him. “What the h*ll?! Why are you f*cking staring at me?!”
    The boy was silent.
    “Hellooooo?” I waved my arms dramatically in front of him like he was blind. “Don’t you have anything better to do than stare at me?”
    Silence.
    “Seriously? Are you seriously not going to answer me?” I crossed my arms and listened to the silence. “Wow, dude. Way to be a d*uche.”
    He didn’t even flinch.
    I looked to the ground and then back up at his face. There was something about it. He looked so compassionate, he seemed so sincere. Maybe that’s why I decided to actually confide in him.
    “Well, since you have seen me being dropped by my friends and decided to remain silent about it, I’ll guess I’ll just explain what happened.” I could tell he was listening now. “I was telling my friends this big secret, like one of those deep dark secrets, and it was a really big secret. Like, life changing. Anyways, they pretty much told me to f*ck off and then they kicked me out of the car. Just like that. Dropped by my friends because of a secret that doesn’t really affect them at all.”
    The boy stared.
    I took that as a signal to keep going.
    “And you know, it’s really hard, what I’m going through? No one understands.” I looked up at the boy’s unchanged face. “No one would believe me if I told them! They would say, nooo, he’s a nice man! But he’s not! He’s not!” And at that point, I broke down.
    Every tear I have ever cried had a way of becoming the first drop of a rushing waterfall. Spilling from the top of my cheekbones and falling to the broken pavement with quiet, unremarkable splashes.
    My words became unintelligible mutters as my thoughts became clouded over and scrambled.
    We stayed like that for a while.
    He sat perched on the top of the wooden fence next to the dumpster as I stood crumbling in front of him while my classmates chattered and laughed around us.
    The day had begun without us.
    The day had left us behind.
    And no one seemed to notice.
    And as I stared at the parking lot underneath my feet, I heard the soft thump of the boy’s sneakers landing next to my heels. Before I knew it, his sweatshirt-covered arms were around my shaking body.
    One hand rested against my back and the other ran slowly over the back on my head.
    I wiped my eyes clear of the blinding tears and peered up at his face.
    “Who are you?” I whispered up at him.
    His eyebrows bunched together and he tilted his head to the right in response.
    I looked from one of his blue eyes to the other. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
    He shook his head and closed his eyes shut.
    My feelings where hurt. Why was I getting the silent treatment? “Just talk to me!”
    His hands left my body and started to perform a dance. I stared, mesmerized. He looked back towards me expectantly.
    “What?” I asked, confused by everything that was happening.
    The boy sighed deeply and croaked out in a voice I could barely understand, “I’m deaf.”
    WEEEEEE, I'M BACK!
    That vacation was h*ll.
    But Witty makes me oh-so happy(:
    I love you alllll(:
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20. thesweetestmoments
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    July 29, 2012 7:28pm UTC
    Embroidered.Kisses
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    I slowly, meticulously applied a fifth coat of mascara to my incredibly black eyelashes. I had just finished perfecting my black smoky eye look and with the help of some realistic fake eyelashes, my makeup was complete. I refrained from letting my fingers skim my face or foundation would cover the tips. I swear, I go through a tube of foundation a week.
    I finished straightening and teasing my hair and stepped back for a finished look.
    You could hardly tell that the beautiful girl staring back at you was damaged.
    That was exactly what I was going for.
    I glanced at the clock but knew before I saw the time that I was late again for my ride. I grabbed my purse and sprinted to the door, hoping to avoid Vincent and his delicious smelling breakfast.
    I smiled as I saw Alora applying lipstick in her rear-view mirror and Emmie chatting on her cell phone in the backseat. Both looked up and waved at me as I shuffled over to the new white car.
    “Hey girl!” Alora winked at me as I positioned myself in the passenger seat.
    “Hi guys,” I said, thankful that the weekend was finally over.
    Emmie ignored us both, averting all her attention to the person on the phone. “Who’s she talking to?” I asked Alora. She just smiled and shrugged.
    “But hey. You’re wearing long sleeves again,” Alora’s face suddenly got serious as she pointed to my outfit.
    “I know, Lor. I dressed myself,” I shrugged her off, hoping she’d drop it.
    “Macey, it’s eighty-three degrees today. Everyone else is wearing tank tops,” Alora raised one eyebrow as she pulled to a stop in the school parking lot.
    “Can we please get to school? We don’t wanna be late just because you’re worried that I’ll get overheated,” I smirked and reached to change the radio station.
    Before I could react, Alora grabbed my arm and pulled it roughly towards her body.
    She had her hand around my wrist in a death grip.
    With her other hand, she quickly pulled up my sleeve, revealing all the scars of my life.
    It all happened too quickly, I couldn’t jerk my hand away.
    “What are these from?” Alora demanded, angrier than I’ve ever seen her.
    I pulled away and tugged my sleeve down. “The cat.”
    “You don’t have a cat, Mace!” Alora cried out at me.
    “Well, what do you want me to say, Lor? That I cut myself? Well, yes, I do. Congratulations, you figured it out, Sherlock,” I yelled, angry that she had to force it out of me. I would have told her, but I wasn’t ready yet.
    Alora stared at me a long time. Emmie hung up on her friend and sat solemnly in the back seat.
    “Why, Macey? Why would you do this to yourself?” Her eyes bored into me like bullets.
    I just shook my head. I couldn’t tell her about Vincent.
    “Tell me, Macey, or this friendship is over.” She glared at me, her expression furious.
    I gave in. I couldn’t bear to think about losing her because I was being secretive.
    The car was silent for quite some time.
    No one said anything.
    No one moved.
    Nothing.
    Alora broke the silence by breaking my heart. “Get out.”
    “What?” I breathed, not believing what I was hearing.
    “Get the f*ck out of my car. I will not have a f*cking freak in my car,” Alora motioned to the outside.
    I turned around to look at Emmie who was conveniently engrossed in her phone.
    I swallowed hard and slowly got out of the car. Just as I closed the door, Alora backed up and drove away from me.
    I was left standing alone in the quickly filling parking lot.
    I looked to my left to see a boy staring back at me from across the pavement.
    A boy with astonishingly blue eyes.
    Ohmygod, you guys are going to hate me.
    Uhhh.. there's really no easy way of saying this but...
    I'm going on vacation. TOMORROW.
    Meaning, I will not be able to post Chapter Six for about a week ):
    I tried to leave you guys off at a good spot, not too bad of a cliff-hanger(:
    PLEASE DON'T HATE ME AND UNFOLLOW ME.
    I promise AS SOON AS I GET BACK, I will write another chapter and post it. Even if it's at two fifty two in the morning♥
    Why? Because I love you, dear children! More than words can explain♥♥♥
    I repeat hearts for emphasis. EMPHASIS!
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