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 Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:46 pm
Hi, yes, hello. It has been nearly a year for me I think. Oh wow, has it really been so long? Oh wow, it has I guess.
Well, you probably do not know me, but I am Mistletoe Anon. I used to be much more active but then stuff happened and I won't bore you with the details.
I used to be a very active anon once upon a time. Now that I'm back (hopefully not temporarily) I've decided to hop back on the anon horse and ride her til she breaks.
...yeah. Anyway. Here. Why am I hear? Well I have an interest in writing, just like every anon and fan here. My favorite thing lately is making up AU's for the anons. (awhile back I had a New York AU that failed when life got in the way and im sorry it's gone it was loads of fun but yeah. Maybe one day we shall have a revamp)
Long long ago I had a sort of fanfic going for the anons called Neon Trees. It never quite got off the ground due to...stuff. AAANNYWAY! That's why I'm here. I'm gonna just go ahead and jump into the pool again, cold as toes as it may be. I'm going to be posting my progress on here for said fic, since I'm starting fresh, going deeper. I'd love some feedback, good or bad, on how it's going. Maybe some suggestions on who should pop up in the story? Anything is welcome, I'd just like to see if anyone is actually reading it.
I'll try to update every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. But that might be pushing it. But we'll see.
Okay, let us start with the introduction. Imma just hold my guts in cause I haven't shown anyone my stuff in forever.
ookaaay...
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:47 pm
Introduction
This place was like its own world within a world. It existed in a place between now and then. Like a cat-eye marble, spinning on a table top, its glare rolling in all directions, able to stop with the touch of a finger. It spun, spontaneously changing direction with phantom winds as its guide.
In this world lived many kinds of creatures from all over the universe, spanning across all alternate times and space. Such a place could not exist, and yet...there it was. In the middle of it all. Always present, all was just in the corner of your eye. A feeling as if someone were watching, but when you look you see no one. Like an experience, nothing more.
Anonia.
The residents of this plain called it by that name. It meant nothing, made up on a whim, but it held a sort of meaning with them all, though they wouldn't ever voice those feelings. It gave them a sense of community. Strings holding their little world together. Anywhere else these creatures would seem out of place, mismatched...rag tag. But here, here was their place. All of them spun a web of their on design, but it spun together to form a connection that resulted in natures most glorious creation. This world. These creatures. All different, but all together for one reason. What their reasons behind this are their own, but it lead them here, and here they stay, for the time being...
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Running. She was running. How long had she been running? Was their even any earth beneath her feet? Where was she? Who was chasing her? She didn’t even know anymore. The act of running had become her existence. Her lungs ached, legs burned, but she kept running. There was no choice but to run. Throat felt like sand on fire, every breathe felt like the last, but she kept going. No, she couldnt do this anymore. This. This was to much. Please...please just why...why am I still running?
A flash of blue shuck her to her core, shaking her, faltering her step, causing her to trip. She fell, face full of dirt, which surprised her. She tumbled, spinning and flopping over herself before skidding to a halt. She lay there, heaving.
How? What?
She dare not open her eyes, her lungs fighting to regain some sort of rhythm within her chest. Rolling, she lay flat on her back, hissing, holding her right shoulder. It felt warm, wet. She slowly opened her eyes, blurry at first, but her vision returned after a few painful blinks.
Before her was sky, blue, red...so many colors, so many stars. Like sleeping in a swarm of fireflies. Spreading her arms out, she felt tall grass, dirt, wet dirt. It was earthy...home. Was this home? Was she home?
No...she had run so long, there was no way this was her home. That realization was like rocks in her throat. Lips let out a whimper, a shuttered gasp. This was not her voice. She sat up, looking at her hands. This was...”Wha...” she placed a hand tentatively on her throat. Her skin felt...different. She looked at her hands again. These were not her hands. Panic bubbled like hot stones in her gut as she began to rub her arms, looking to her legs, feeling her face. This...what?
She scrambled to her feet, falling only once, but scrapping her energy together to walk. Her legs shuck with each step, but she kept walking, limping to find something...anything.
Water.
A puddle. There was a puddle over there. She made her way, careful, feet raw. Every step made her insides twist with fear. She nearly collapsed when she reached the muddy water.
She stared into it, pleading it to be still. All she could see were shadows of her face. Hints of color. But...this was not her. This was not who she was! These were not her eyes, her lips, her nose. This was not her face.
Hands clasped tightly around her lips as she let out a muffled scream. Vision became blurry and hot as she bent over, knees it the muck, feet like fire. Her face became hot as tears spilled over her cheeks. They felt like waterfalls as she muffled another scream. Where once was nervous clattering stones inside was nothing but emptiness. Like a vacuum inside, swallowing, curling her into a ball.
Another scream, hidden behind her hands. She pressed so hard her lip burst from the pressure. But she couldn't stop. no. This was...She let go of her mouth, trying to steady herself, fingers twisting into the dirt, gripping for life. She heaved, but nothing came out.
Her voice came out like a whimper as she inhaled, shakily, then let out a scream that started like a whisper. Growing louder with each fight for air. Her face burned as she screamed, growing louder as it began to dawn on her what was happening. The echoes of her own lose was all that could be heard. With each cry, it returned, more hollow then before, bouncing off hills and trees, haunting her. Reminding her again and again. Like waves taking away sand with each pass, the cries took more and more of her away.
Her body collapsed into itself, she hugged herself, wanting to snap her body in two, if she could. She screamed, like the howl of a lost wolf in the night. Absolutely lost. She was lost. So lost she wasn't even herself. She was someone else. She was nowhere. She didn't exist anymore. Who she was...is...was, nothing. She was another thing completely. Was she dead? Oh Gods, please let me be dead, she thought. Please let this just be some ******** up dream.
But as she cried, her own wet cheeks reminded her that this was real. The pain in her fingers and she dig deep into her own flesh reminded her that this body felt the pain she would feel. This was real. She was lost, who she was was dead. Where she came from...was long ago dust behind her. Her purpose was nothing. She was nothing but a lost thing, washed up on the shores of a new land, so beaten by the waves that nothing was left of her.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 11:52 pm
Chapter 1:part 1
She didn't know how long she sat curled up in the mud, but it had grown cold here, and she had lost her ability to feel anything but the chill on her skin. She had cried herself hoarse, her throat stung with each breath. Eyes screamed no matter if her eyes were opened or closed. It almost felt like she had cried out all the water in her body, every limb was sore like she'd been through a fight. Or perhaps her running had caught up with her, and she was now feeling the strain she'd put herself through all this time.
How long had she been running? Long enough for her to die and be reborn, it seems. Her chest clenched like a fist, but it was fleeting, to tired to feel any real emotion at this point. Caring seemed to much of an effort now. Emotions felt like something she'd imagined in sleep.
Her next obstacle was; does she just lay here and let herself die, or get up and start walking? Letting herself die seemed the favorable option, but she knew that wasn't something she could do. So, she stretched out an arm, feeling her shoulder pop with the strain of movement. Digging her nails into the dirt, she slowly forced the rest of her body up into a sitting position. Lazy eyes looked around behind half shut lids. It was dark now, only the glow of this worlds moon...she looked up. Oh. Moons. Like the rings of Saturn. This couldn't be Saturn, could it? No that...She shuck her head.
Finally she stood, weak in the knees, but she let herself stand, shoulders slumped back, she looked straight forward. She hadn't bothered to look about when she first...arrived. Now that she could, she found she was in an opening in a forest. The trees looked like the ones back home, but they felt completely different. She couldn't hear their voices, nor feel their warmth. As if there were no life in them at all. The grass felt like nothing to her as she let the tall grass graze her fingers, but it felt like straw. The feeling of loneliness hit her stomach again, a wave of sickness passed over her, but her stomach was empty so a feeling of uncomfortable spasms clenched at her throat.
She took a step forward, foot splashing into the muddy water. She ignored it and took another step forward, her bare feet still sore from her trip here. She looked down at her feet, which were now a bright shade of green. She counted her toes...she had an extra? She looked at her hands, confused. One, two, three, four...five. She had hands like a human now. Another rush of panicked depression hit her. She looked up at the sky, eyes struggling to hold back more tears, a lump in her throat made it so hard to breathe...
She placed her hands on her torso, feeling from her hips up to her stomach. A slight dip into the center, leading to a knot holding her skin...she had never had one of these, a belly button. She spent a moment to try to adjust to this, moving her hands up to her chest. She had...she giggled to herself. Well she was much fuller then she was before. She shuck her head with a small smile. 'Ronan would be pleased...' she thought. Her lip trembled and she shut her eyes. It took her a few moments to swallow down the stabbing guilt that came with that thought. She continued to search her new body, from what she could feel her body was completely different from her old one...
She took another step forward, and then another. She didn't want to keep investigating this new thing she was in. Ir felt wrong, like a tree without bark. She felt bare and open to the elements. Even her skin felt different. Her hands were soft and without callous, like a new born baby. Each step she took was painful as stone and stick pressed at the unprotected surface of her toe pads. She looked down at her fingers again as she walked, looking at her nails. They were cracked and dirty, her finger tips cut and bruised like she'd just been fending off the mouth of some beast.
Sighing, she carefully lifted her legs over a fallen tree, almost straddling it to try and get over. Her muscles felt new, too. Like some weak human babe stumbling in the wood. Perhaps that's what she was now. She felt no muscle mass within her legs, barely finding it a manageable task to walk. Her limbs were thin, almost boney. She resembled a freshly birthed doe struggling to take its first steps before the wolves caught her scent.
With that thought her steps quickened, making her way into the deepness of this new wood she felt more lonely then before. She could hear nothing but her own unsure steps in dead leaves and branch. There was no living thing within earshot.
A thought crossed her mind. What if where ever she was...had no life in it? Was she alone here? Was this place a place all her own? No, if that were true, she could start a new. But this place felt dead to her. Nothing connected to her. The plants around her felt like stone beside her. She looked up and could see rustling leaves...but did that mean anything here?
As she walked, looking absently, her foot caught a stone, tripping her up. She fell, skidding on a branch, she winced, holding her knee. Warmth spread through her fingers, and she looked at her hand. Blood. The creamy white of her blood was still the same...this fact caused her a calm feeling of hope. Maybe if she were still the same inside, it didn't matter what form she took.
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She wasn't sure how long she'd been walking, but the peeks of light could be seen crawling their way through the trees. She followed the sun until she made her way out of the clearing, stepping out into a clearing as far as her eyes could see. She looked around, a flutter of surprise butterflied up into her chest. Was that a road? She thought, making her way over to a long dirt path snaking its way beside the wood-line. Tilting her head, she stepped onto it, the ground felt soft and beaten. She wriggled her toes, a small smile crept up her face. It was warm...
She began to follow the path, trusting it would take her somewhere. A path meant...she wasn't completely alone here. It felt good under her feet, after spending what she assumed was a whole night walking through brush. It felt fresh, like the sun had just kissed it. As she walked the path, this place seemed less quiet, the sounds of...hopefully birds, began to wake up with her. She began to wonder...hope that perhaps she was just dreaming and she was home again. The grass was green here. The trees looked the same...life anywhere else couldn't possibly be anything like her home. She began to walk a little faster, the dirt almost like soft cushions under her feet.
As she walked, a little awkwardly now, feeling the pain in her soles, she noticed something large just around the wood line. Her heart leapt, was that...that looked like a building!
She moved more quickly, seeing it was in fact some sort of structure! But..it was made of square stone, something she had never seen before...she stepped off the path and walked over to the large square. She had never seen stone so perfectly cut. Placing a hand on it, it felt rough to the touch and she pulled back, confused. It wasn't smooth like rock, but...she scratched at the surface, small flacks falling into her hand. Her face scrunched into confusion. What kind of stone was this? If she could just scratch away with her nail...what sort of protection would this be in a war? She clicked her tongue. Clearly this was the home of someone who was not wise! She rolled her eyes. Had she fallen into a place with naive babes?
Following the wall with her hands she found that the whole thing was one big square. Well this was obviously a castle of some sort. Perhaps a noble to cheap to properly prepare for an attack. She crossed her arms. Probably human. If she had found herself in yet another place where humans swarmed like cockroaches...
Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad. No! She shuck her head. Humans were the reason she was...she clenched her fists on the wall, but still moved on.
She came across a large rectangle of wooden fence reaching from the top to the bottom of this enclosure. She pushed...but it did not open...what? She kept pushing, but it would not move. What was this thing? How dare it not allow her to go inside! What kind of thing was this. She grumbled, slamming her hand on the door, hard.
She turned around and went to walk off, but the sound of moving metal set her stomach a flutter. She turned to see a round ball on the wood turn...and it opened, nearly swinging into her. She blinked. Before her stood a girl, hair the color of midnight water. She opened her mouth, sounds coming out.
She blinked..”wha...” she squeaked. The other girl looked just as confused, before her face began to change color. It went from a pale peachy human like color, to bright red. She blushed, quickly slamming the wooden thing and the sounds of metal made a click.
Well that was odd. She crossed her arms over her bare chest. How rude.
*
She found that whatever this place was had a sort of village with smaller square castles evenly spaced. Was this sort sort of...small noble home? Did castles here only get so big? And why was the stone so strange? This place had a very strong stone as its floor. A large, gray stone that went on endlessly, completely smooth to her feet surrounded the whole village. How lucky for them! To find one big rock to place a village on. Their ancestors must have been wise. She nodded at this with a smile.
She made her way to the edge of this place without another encounter with the local population. That girl looked human, which caused some churning inside. Where was she?
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 9:40 pm
Chapter 1: part 2
The sun was high in the sky now, she'd been following this road and had yet to see another town. Just more and more trees. It was a comfort, of sorts. At least she could fee some home comforts. Even if these trees seemed...dead to her. At least the scenery was a bit like Earth. She'd come to the understanding this this place had people, animals and perhaps bigger cities. Like a mirror image of her home. Yet...there was something very different about this place. Like she was seeing it in a fog. These news eyes didn't see as well as her eyes, and her body seemed more susceptible to the cold.
She'd need to find something to cover herself...but wasn't sure how long skinning a bear would take. Would bears even be here? Half of her hoped not...she never did enjoy the making of clothing, or wearing it for that matter. She'd much prefer to walk around as she was. There was no shame in ones body, and she found her childrens desire for overly ordained fashion to be someone silly. Though she suspected her seedmates had something to do with that.
Lost in thought, she kept on her walk, coming up to the side of a river, the sound of water on sound lulling her out of her memories. She looked down, sliding down the bank to reach the side. Cautiously, she dipped a hand into the trickling waves. It was freezing and her mouth curled into a toothy smile. She plunged both hands in, cupping her hands and scooping the water into her mouth.
Water. This was water! She felt her eyes well up with joyful tears, dipping her hands in again, gulping down like a fish on land. It tasted so sweet. Cold. It smelled of ice and weeds. Just like home. She splashed her face, shivering as the droplets rolled down her body, making her skin goose up. She splashed her face again, rubbing her face, running her hands through her hair.
She bent down, drinking from the river directly, her thirst finally hitting her.
“Oh my...” sounded a voice like warm coffee steam.
She looked up with a start, looking around for the voice. She turned to look behind her, a woman stood there, looking very confused. Her heart stopped. “Bri...”her voice fought with her throat, still not used to her new body. “Ell...” she coughed, holding her neck, but not letting her eyes leave the woman’s face.
Her hair curled like tornado’s in a valley, hugging her face like satin on fresh bedding. She looked at her with curious steely eyes, as if blinking was only a burden. Her lips like rose petals on royal cushions. She was shocking. But...this was not...who she thought.
Her guard returned, and she hunched down low. How had she not noticed her behind her? Her back arched like a bear showing its size. She showed off her teeth, bracing herself, ready to jump her if she dared to move closer. A low hissing gurgled in her throat, tail high.
The woman only looked amused, “What have we here?” she said, her voice dripping with a french accent.
She blinked for a moment. Was that...”You...french?” she said in french, her voice still adjusting. She sounded like a dead tree branch slowly snapping.
The woman’s face cracked into a smile, “Not as well as you, it seems.” she chuckled.
She grabbed a bedrock and tossed it at the woman. She dodged it, but there was no need to be a smart a**.
“Well! Forgive me, princess! Some...things can't take a good poking.” she said, lingering on the word 'things' like it was something dirty.
She stood straight at this, slamming a palm on her chest, hard. “FAE!” she shouted, giving this woman a piercing glare. She sniffed at her, then spit, crossing her arm. “You just human.” she felt disgusted even using her lips to utter such a failed attempt by nature.
At this the woman tilted her head, almost annoyed, if her composure would allow, “At least I can speak properly. And I'm not running around the woods like some little babe fresh from the womb!” she said, covering her lips with a hand, pretending disgust.
She huffed, trying to keep herself calm. This woman spoke a language she understood. It was from earth. So was this...”this Earth, yes?” she asked.
The woman paused, as if measuring the question. “This is not. This is Gaia.”
Oh, oh that was rich. She began to laugh, holding her stomach as she did. “Gaia?” she giggled, slapping her knee.
She went on like that for awhile, laughing to herself as the poor woman looked on, confused as ever. So she was home. Well, no. This place was...oh that was rich. Gaia...
She stood straight again, a smile on her face. But...her face felt like it was weighed down. Fate was such a b***h, and if she ever saw her again...she'd make her pay for all of this. She pointed. “Name?” she asked...trying to sound as...polite as possible.
The woman studied her face for a long while, trying to gagged her...”Elle.” she breathed.
She cracked another smile, looking to the sky, shaking her head. Fate was going to get it for damn sure...
“Tell me...” the woman said, “why are you standing in a river...naked....alone?” she placed a hand on her hip, her skirts blowing softly in the wind, hair in ringlets, just barely making the effort to stay on Elle's shoulders. She really did look like Brielle....
Sh shrugged, “Fates a b***h.” she said flatly.
Elle erupted into laughter. “Oh so you can say that perfectly?” she covered her mouth with her fingers, obviously finding this amusing. “Tell me, what is your name?”
She opened her mouth, but closed it. She wasn't that person anymore. What she was...who she was...was dead. She was completely different...thrust into this world, latching on to the branches of this place was she drifted in the wind.
The leaves rustled in the wind, water over rocks grounding her to this place...”Mistletoe...” she whispered, looking up. “Mistletoe.”
Elle looked at her, smiling ever so slightly, “How festive.”
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 9:32 pm
Chapter 1: part 3
“Well, Mistletoe.” Elle said, placing a hand on her hip, “What are you doing standing there. I'm sure you must be dreadfully uncomfortable. What with your lack of...” her brow creased, searching for the proper wording, “well...well you're naked.” she said, shrugging one shoulder and twisting a face. “Not that I have a problem, the view from up here is rather nice.” she smiled. Mistletoe frowned, unamused, but Elle went on. “But there are rules. Even if I object to them, one must follow them if they want to walk around without getting arrested!”
Mistletoe twisted her lips to the side, cocking her head, “Ashamed?” she asked.
Elle scoffed, “Ashamed? Oh darling~” she ran a hand through her hair, red curls hugging her fingers, “I have nothing to be ashamed off.”
Mistletoe gave her a flat expression. This woman reminded her of her daughter Lily rather than Brielle. Brielle at least had some humility about her. This woman seemed to think herself a first born! Her eyes scanned her body, focusing in on her chest. She grinned to herself, mumbling, “Moo...”
“What was that?” Elle asked.
“Mmm nothing.” Mistletoe smiled.
The conversation seemed to be steering itself into the ground, “mmm so...” Elle said, feeling the discomfort in the air. “you...” she waved her hand dismissively. “What is all this? Not that I mind.” she said.
Mistletoe looked down at the river. “Just...thirsty.”
“Oh hun, I know the feeling.” Elle smiled, but shrugged off Mistletoe's questioning look. She cleared her throat. “Do you need...help?”
She frowned, taking a step back, deeper into the river. “Nno...” she looked at her suspiciously.
“Oh dear do be-” Elle took a step forward.
“No!” Mistletoe almost growled, taking two steps back. Her stomach skipped as her foot sank back farther then she expected, her whole body falling into the river and a rush of water swallowing her up.
Elle only sighed, “You try to help a girl out...” she crossed her arms, staring at her. She watched as Mistletoe splashed around, sighing with irritation. “Oh come now it's no deeper then a head taller then me.” she said, watching the girl struggle.
Mistletoe was in full panic mode, grabbing at the water, hoping for something to pull her out.
“Come on its jus-” Elle yelped,“Good Lord!!” she shouted as Mistletoe sank down, her hands flailing about, fingertips barely reaching the surface. She slide down the bank, running into the water, diving in after her.
A moment later she popped up to the surface, a screaming Mistletoe flailing in her arms as she tried to grab at the sandbar she'd been standing on only moments ago. Mistletoe yelped on, grabbing at air, coughing up water. Elle tossed her like a heavy weight champion, watching her scramble to the grassy surface of the bank. Elle pulled herself up nto the bank, “For Heaven sake!! You could have just pulled yourself back up! It's just a drop!” she yelled, standing straight, grabbing some of her skirt to wring it out. “You weren't even an inch away from the sandbar! Not even a sandbar!” she went on, taking her hair and smoothing it off her face. “And if you think-” she paused and looked at Mistletoe laying flat on the grass, heaving out water. “...are you alright?” she asked, walking over to her, but was halted.
Mistletoe shuffled away, still coughing out water. Her face still twisted in a fighting glare.
Elee frowned, “If I'd wanted to kill you, I'd have just let you drown. But I couldn't watch you die so pitifully. I mean-” she swung an arm to the river, “It's not even that deep how can you panic when you can touch the bottom!?” she was more upset that Mistletoe still seemed to want nothing to do with her.
Mistletoe rolled over to her side, spitting up the last of the mouthfuls she'd taken in in her panicked state. “C-Can't...” she spit one last time, “Just sink.” she said, flopping back onto her back, to tired to even fight her on this point. She'd been walking all day, plus no sleep. That had spent the last of her energy. “Ugh...” she groaned.
Elle just stared at her, arms to her side, mouth agape. “Then why would you stand in the middle of a river?”
“...I...hmmm...” that was...a good question. She propped herself on her elbows giving Elle a twisted face that could only translate to 'I don't know'.
“Ah” Elle put her palms up, shrugging, staring Mistletoe in the face. “You don't know?” she asked, face still dripping. Mistletoe just gave her the face again. She cupped her face, “Give me strength...” she shuck her head.
Mistletoe only laughed, laying back down on the bank. “Thanks.” she said.
“You're welcome I guess!?” Elle exclaimed, walking over to Mistletoe slowly, “Now you see? We're both soaking! Two women soaking wet! And I didn't have a lick of fun doing it!” she groaned, sitting beside Mistletoe with a loud thump.
“Huh?”
“Oh nevermind...” she grumbled, flipping her long hair to one shoulder, twisting it to get the last of the access water out. “This is silk...do you know what happens to silk when it gets wet? “ she asked, looking to Mistletoe. “Of course you don't, you're a naked idiot in the middle of the woods who stands in rivers when she can't swim.” she grumbled, smoothing out the silk, already beginning to wrinkle.
Mistletoe could only laugh at the woman. She grumbled as she fussed with her skirts and hair, going on about something she didn't understand. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, placing a hand on Elle's shoulder. “Sorry.”
She seemed suspicious of the gesture, looking her up and down.
Elle noticed her scratched and bloody knees, the bruised feet and all around disheveled look about Mistletoe. Looking to her hands, which were covered in cuts and splinters....just where had this girl come from. Her hair was messy, twigs and leaves scattered and tangled. Perhaps this girl had a reason to be so cautious... “Well..if you're really sorry.” she looked her in the eye. “Escort me home.”
Mistletoe raised a brow.
Elle looked away, “You caused a lot of trouble for me, and I can't be seen by anyone looking like this. That wont do. So...escort me home to change. And...perhaps get you some food...” she turned back, eyes like fire, “And put you in some clothing for goodness sake you'll scare the natives!”
Mistletoe stared at her for a long while before smiling, “Alright.”
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