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Black Flecked Snow	By : tinyvoice Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Listlessly,
Relena sifted through stacks and stacks of paper. They were all ancient and
unfamiliar to her, from a war fought long ago whose distant memory brought
bittersweet tears to her eyes. It stung. She flipped through a packet of papers
with the OZ emblem emblazoned on each thick detestable page.

It had a curious appearance, this particular ream of documents, not at all like
the other files that were all full of charts, graphs, and dates. This one
looked like one long, extended essay, except for the fact that all of the words
formed a neat little mess of jargon. Completely incomprehensible. Code. A
derisive snort of annoyance disturbed the silence of the library as Relena
puzzled at the papers. Her sea-blue eyes trying to take it apart and piece it
back together. Trying to make sense.

Curiously, in the midst of all the code, she spotted something even more
abnormal. It looked like coordinates to somewhere, but there was no indication
to just where it might apply.

Deftly, Relena's free hand unclasped the bronze clips of her briefcase. There
she deposited the ominous looking packet for further study. Then she turned
back to the waiting volumes of war papers and continued on with the tedium of
separating the important documents from the trash.

Since the war, she'd decided upon the independent task of sorting war papers,
which seemed more of a bother to her at times, but she found a strange solace
in the thought that it was a chore requiring only half of her brain. The
Peacecraft family had year by year had faded to a background murmur allowing a
more representative government take center stage.

It was a little sad. No one seemed to notice her anymore.

Relena was now twenty-one years old wondering where she was and why.

++

The galaxy consulate was greatly appreciative of Relena's find.

After weeks of deciphering the documents, Earth's intelligence council finally
had almost everything figured out. The information yielded by the papers turned
out to be most alarming.

Apparently, OZ had discovered a colony that had not been marked on maps.
According to the text, the colony was heavily armed and training for a conflict
that had not been discussed further than the mere mention. The colony had
enough firepower to decimate three galaxies, at least, ten years prior when the
report was written.

The urgency of action created much unrest in the council of nations. Something
had to be done. The colony had to be disarmed. But going about that required
treading on unfamiliar ground.

The colony was a part of the Earth Sphere Alliance whether they chose to
acknowledge it or not. It orbited within the Alliance border, and therefore
fell under its jurisdiction.

It was decided that a resolution must be put forth on how to rid the colony of
all of its firepower and forge a fruitful relationship with the people. In this
civilized day and age, weapons were neither permitted, nor needed. Or, that
seemed to be the consensus view.

Regrettably, the peace that had once made the government so strong in first
place was turning in on itself. Peace was no longer profitable. The Alliance
was seeing a way out.

++

Relena felt the burden of her formal name lift after all the pats on the back
she received for making such a crucial discovery. Darlain and Peacecraft were
once again going to be prominent names with good standing on social and
political grounds.

++

The conference room was stagnant while everyone meditated over the new
intelligence they had received making the air taste stale and heavy.

All the information was on the table. Enough forecasts, estimates, and
inference to stand everyone's hair on edge.

Relena looked over the papers one more time frowning. Her gloved hands clasped
together in an unconscious prayer for an idea on how to go about dealing with
the, until recently, covert colony. For some reason, she just felt the need to
save the day, to prove something.

"I think�we should send some people to investigate. To look around. I
think it is important to see if we might even dream of reaching an
agreement," she said, pensive, her brows furrowing.

"Funny, I was just thinking of going in and napalming the hell out of
them. Thank you, Miss Peacecraft," Alexis, representative from L2, said
with a little more than a hint of sarcasm. He was new, only about five years
older than her. He looked very lizard like with his very angular face and
narrow brown eyes.

Relena flinched at the "miss," completely missing the real insult.
She couldn't help it that Heero didn't get the hint. She'd seen him a few times
at Preventer briefings she'd been able to attend. The ex-pilot, Duo, though,
was always around him through killing whatever courage she had to talk or even
to approach.

She'd been after Heero even before the initial war, gaining more and more
confidence as he became more and more like a normal boy. After the Marimeia
incident, she'd even been able to hold him in her arms. Ofcourse, this could be
accredited to the fact that he was partially passed out, but that small moment
of bliss had sated her for a while.

After that, she'd gone to visit H at at the hospital when he was ill one time.
However, she ended up walking in on something she'd rather not have seen or
known. The guy with the braid was leaning over the cot kissing her Heero. On
the lips!

Evidently, the boys had been reading before this very awkward situation. Before
Relena scuttled away, she spotted a book fallen on the floor with pages strewn
about as if the literature had simply burst.

The either didn't hear her frantic escape, or they just didn't care. No one
called to her. No wonderfully built man twirled her 'round and professed his
undying love closely followed by sincere apologies for the detestable scene
she'd just witnessed.

She couldn't face either pilot since.

She liked to believe that she'd stuffed her obsession with Heero far back in
her mind to only let it resurface when she was in the wild throes of the
loneliest loneliness. Lost in her own thoughts, she barely heard the meeting
progressive around her head until someone nudged her.

"Miss Peacecraft? Do you accept the plan?" the L2 representative
frowned at her intently while motioning to the screen at the front of the room.
It appeared to be the beginnings of a formal resolution, but Relena could not
force herself to concentrate on it feeling the pressure of immense self-pity
and fifteen pairs of eyes locked on her, waiting. She gave everything a hurried
glance feeling the expectant stares boring into her skin before nodding dumbly,
not fully comprehending what exactly she was agreeing to and not really caring.

The world was coming down around her head in waves.

++

Little over a week later, after the sun had set, Relena sat at the small
mahogany desk in her room reading the letter she'd just received for the fourth
time making sure that she had read and understood each word correctly. In the
cage of her trembling hands was the glossy, marble print paper reserved for
important ESA documents.

It wasn't very long. Nor was it very elegant. It stated plainly what the ESA
planned to take place, and her role. There was no mention of the other colony
representatives, but the flustered girl paid that no mind. The way the plan
seemed to fit together was far more important to her.

Capable soldiers were to be sent to the colony, set up a negotiation platform,
and consequently strip it of all its weaponry, and implement Alliance laws upon
its citizenry. All this could be done by force, ofcourse. The way the plan was
phrased made everything appear to be like a walk in the park.

'What have I agreed to?�This is all out war�' her overactive mind berated her.
Her heart was sent into chronic failure when she read over the names of the
emissaries: Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, and
Wufei Chang.

It all became clear to her then. ESA definitely wanted to neutralize the colony
by force.

The ex-pilots weren't exactly graced with good people skills. And, although she
sometimes thought Winner could be just a darling, she did not approve of him at
all. She felt that anyone else with half a brain ought to feel the same, but
that was simply a different matter all together.

From her perspective, it was all coming down to: sending the pilots to initiate
a provocation, an invitation to conflict. The ESA, her ESA, wanted to start a
war to chalk up public support and further elevate the government. Perhaps
even, create a stronger caste system.

Relena hoped to god that the pilots wouldn't accept the mission.

She couldn't retract her vote not that it was in, but she could hope.

++

As if to spite her, four gundam pilots made their appearance mere days later.
One, on delay to finish a preventer mission.

Relena felt her insides twist with the news knowing that she would have to face
them all. Her heart fluttered with the thought of seeing Heero, but felt heavy
with the burden of life sitting on her bad decision.

She sat in her room staring at her reflection in the bureau mirror. She looked
like a princess, capable of making some of the toughest decisions, but in
reality, she was a fainting damsel twisting her hands in her lap wishing to be
swept away and saved. For everything to be over with.

++

Wufei arrived a week after accepting the dispatch.

Earth looked very different from when he'd last seen it. Probably because he
was in blue-blood territory.

The lawn was neatly trimmed and the trees tailored to look symmetrical like the
lavish gardens of Versailles. It was boring. He sat in the back of an escort
car bemusedly, his thoughts wandering.

The other four gundam pilots had been tight knit since the conclusion of the
war while he'd drifted off and eventually become severed from the group
completely. This newfound independence sealed symbolically by the cutting of
his hair. It was now about as long as his chin and very professional looking.
Also, he'd given up uniform for smart casuals. No one would recognize him
without a photo ID. This radical change in appearance was designed to deceive.

He went to Preventer meeting unnoticed and the same went for his missions.
Walked in and walked right back out.

He'd been spending the past five years sharpening his martial arts skills, no
longer bound to the traditional image.

Resting his forehead on the cool side window, he wondered why he couldn't have
ridden to Stargaze Complex on his own. Five years after the war, security was
still very tight.

Staring blankly at his hands, he wondered what the other pilots would think
when they saw him now, what they would say. It bothered him a little. He was
his own person, and the opinions of others did not rule him.

As funny as it might seem, his maturation hadn't taken effect until after the
war, well into the later part of his seventeenth year. He grew taller, his face
developed, and his mind flew in all directions. Realizing that for the first
time, he wasn't in control. He let his body and mind lead him until he was
pieced back together. He learned to truly live. For the first time, he could
comprehend the life in the pursuit of meaning.

Gathering himself and setting his life in order, he bought a traditional house
with a dojo and garden in seclusion near a small village that was in turn near
to Shanghai. He learned to appreciate his home, to love it.

A clicking sound outside of his thoughts brought him back to the car. The faux
leather he sat on the smell of the cleaner, and the soft music playing from the
front seat. He looked up to see the chauffeur's white gloved hand tapping the
glass and motioning towards the window.

He looked outside to see a rather large building in the distance. He'd last
seen it in construction three years earlier. It'd grown a dozen wings or so.
From where the car was right then, the building looked like a big white blot on
the green landscape. Easing himself back in his seat, he decided to wait to see
the structure up close.

++

The air was lazy, the landscape was lazy, and his mood was ultimately lazy.
But, even more so than these aforementioned things, his companions seemed lazy.
Duo stared at them with idle disdain from his comfortable window seat.

Heero, Trowa and Quatre were all sitting around doing various things that
didn't include him.

Heero and Trowa played mahjong, every now and then exchanging cryptic comments
back and forth that seemed to amuse them in some way. Whatever made them
relatively happy. Quatre, meanwhile, sat in his own respective space reading a
thick book, one knee brought up near his chest and his free arm draped across
it. He had grown a great deal since the war, his last growth spurt nudging him
up to the stunning height of one hundred seventy-seven centimeters tall. But,
then, Trowa grew even taller than that, always doomed to look his part as the
dominant figure in their relationship. He had grown to be about one hundred
ninety centimeters tall. In fact, everyone had grown to a good height and gone
through belated puberty. Most assuredly, to everyone's utter delight. It was
unanimously accepted that the cause of their delayed aging had been due to
stress and malnourishment during the wars. Luckily, alongside the maturing of
the body came the maturing of the mind, an undertaking more readily acceptable
by the four young men.

Quatre had, predictably, taken on the burden of business at his father's
company, a quagmire of headaches. Trowa moved in with him not too long after,
having dealt with desolation at the circus and the need for emotional contact
despite the almost oppressive affection of his maternal sister, Catherine.
Their relationship, his and Quatre's, had always been very co-dependent and had
developed to be even more so as they discovered deeply hidden, strong feeling
they harbored for each other. And, it became clear why Trowa had chosen to go
where he had eventually ended up. It was inevitable from the first moment the
pilots had laid eyes on each other. Trowa now worked at an animal shelter on L4
to be close to the person he most treasured. Things for him and Quatre were
going perfectly, as was only right. Any other result from their first encounter
would have just been criminal.

As far as things for Heero and Duo were concerned, everything had snapped into
place at the hospital. A most romantic place, indeed. Heero had caught a minor
illness, that he (predictably) left untreated for so long that he ended up
rather unceremoniously fainting at work and ended up needing to spend some days
in a controlled environment to recuperate. After a short Preventer mission, Duo
received a message that Heero had fallen ill. Taking it as a hint, he packed
his bags and left for L1 to visit his friend. Said friend, was laid out on a
sterile looking white bed with standard issue sheets, basically, standard issue
everything that seemed to suit him just fine. He looked, to Duo, disturbingly
vulnerable. He stumbled into the small room and took a seat next to the less
than enthusiastic patient. For once, he didn't fill the air with excessive
chatter. He whipped out an old novel that he'd found in one of the scrap yards
he and Hilde had cleared in the months that ensued after the war. It reminded
him of Heero, this story. It was titled Raptor Red, written by Robert T.
Bakker. The pages were yellowed and loose. It was an extreme stroke of good
fortune that none of them were missing. Even though the main character of the
book was female, the computer-like thought patterns she showed seemed uncannily
similar to Heero's. They'd gotten to the part where the male raptor, the consort,
left when Heero's cool, dry hand found Duo's.

He looked a little groggy as he mumbled, "I just realized. You're not
talking."

"You're such a jerk," Duo laughed feeling an immense sorrow well up
in his chest that only served to push the corners of his mouth up further.
"That's why I like you."

"I like you too," Heero replied stifling a yawn. His drugged state
perhaps allowing him to be a bit more candid.

Duo completely forgot about the book, letting it spill out onto the tile of the
hospital floor and held Heero in the cage of his arms as best as he could
without disturbing the various instruments in the room. "I don't like you.
Not at all," he whispered. "I love you."

After Heero was released from the hospital with no real life past being a
Preventer. This was a detail not likely to pass by Duo very easily, so he asked
him to join him on L2, which eekleekly accepted. A bond and a hope blossomed
that day.

Heero easily fell into the profession of a computer specialist, if there was
any doubt of that. And, Duo, after working at the scrap yard, and then as an
aide at the L2 orphanage, would have to pry his beloved away from his laptop
whenever he got home. Thoughts of exorcising or hexing the damned scrap of
metal had crossed his mind on many an occasion.

He and Heero had arrived before the other former pilots at the ESA mansion on
an extended leave from Preventutieuties and work in general. To say that the
mission notice was unwanted would be a grievous understatement.

They'd been living normally for once. It'd been going on for a little more than
a week. After a day of shopping (window browsing on Heero's part), the couple
had returned home to fine a computer pad slipped under their door. Duo wished
that he'd gotten the chance to step on it before Heero spotted it. Ever, Mr.
Perfect, he couldn't reject it. Duo "hmphed" from the window ledge
remembering pleading with Heero not to make them go. He even used abstinence as
a trump card, but was stiffly reminded by Heero that he lacked conviction and
self-control to which he reluctantly agreed.

They were packed by the next morning, leaving their apartment in the hands of
the landlord so that they could travel to Earth.

No one had gotten any real information on their purpose since arriving at the
Stargaze Complex. It seemed that there was nothing to do but wait for Wufei,
the one who had mysteriously disappeared from the galaxy.

In a daze born of boredom, Duo barely registered Quatre approach and sit beside
him until he felt his friend's leg brush up against his own. The sensation was
a little jarring but not unpleasant. They now shared the same seat, facing each
other waiting for something they both feared. In truth, they didn't fear Wufei,
not at all. It was just the uncertainty of seeing someone after such a long
absence. Their futures had been cleaved apart, and it wasn't quite clear if
they could be brought back together. The anticipation seemed to only weave
itself around Quatre and Duo, who glanced at their respective lovers, who, in
turn seemed immune to such emotions. Mock annoyance graced Duo's features while
Quatre sighed with unconditional affection and resignation.

Duo looked intently into the cerulean depths of his friend's eyes searchingly
sifting through the myriad of color and emotions he found there until he all
but gave up and asked outright, "Scared? Worried? Need some tea?"

"Not in particularly�" Quatre smiled serenely shifting his weight
around, prodding Duo's leg with his.

This would not do without some retaliatory measures.

Duo frowned determinedly at the contact and lightly kicked his friend, who
willingly obliged him in kicking back softly. They became so absorbed in their
game of footsy that they didn't notice the sleek black car pull into the drive.

Heero and Trowa looked at each other for only and instant talking through their
eyes and then made ready to leave the room. They'd been camping out in the
study for the past few days. Meticulously, they cleaned off the mahjong table
and the spaced that they'd been occupying.

Trowa stole a look at Quatre who was playing Duo's game half-heartedly with a
contented smile etched on his face. A small smile of his own played on Trowa's
lips as he memorized that moment.

Since they'd met up at the ESA mansion, he and Heero had been trying to hack
Alliance files, but the computer defense system, they found to be, surprisingly
impregnable. Both men decided to shut the impending mission out of their minds
for a while, concentrating on the time they have left before the obligation to
their government would supercede their obligation to themselves.

++

Wufei stepped out of the care running his fingers through his hair and holding
his duffel loosely by his side. Hs shut the door and turned curtly to the pearl
colored structure looming seven stories above his head. Everything was well
designed and oratorately carved. ESA seemed to want to out do the Forbidden
City in architecture. However, the flowery squatting structure before him paled
in comparison to the elegance of the imperial city.

He walked up the shallow steps between two rectangular columns to a large set
of doors. It was such a dramatic image that Wufei had half a mind to graffiti
it with something, anything. Something to make it un-perfect, to laugh about,
if you weren't laughing already. Instead, he pressed the comm button and stood
patiently waiting for a response.

A crackly voice patched through the silence, "Please insert ID."

Unimpressed, and actually a little annoyed, Wufei fished his wallet out of his
duffel and slid it into the comm slot.

'�What a waste of space�' he thought, contemplating the large structure before
him. It was big, it was impressive, it was trash. So, this is what the ESA
amounted to? A large heap of pinkish rubbish? The wiring in the building
must've been hard to netowrk in such a hulking structure. It would have been
more prudent to build a less extravagant conference house, and settle for a
practical space where around twenty-five people could meet, get work done, and
further the development of the colonies. All the money gone into building one
column could have gone to helping hundreds of families rebuild after the war.
It sickened him to think of how unfair it was. Post-war life had really changed
him. His only solace was found in the fact that he was able to directly help
people with his work in the Preventers, no wasting time in lofty battled of
ethics and budget expenditures, just pure action.

"ID confirmed, please proceed," the fuzzy voice came again. The
crackle of old technology burned in the slit of the door. Wufei expelled a long
breath of annoyance waiting for his ID card to be returned to him.

++

"Pilot 05 has arrived," the unisexual voice of the comm seemed to
invade the silence of the room.

"Ah!" Quatre exclaimed easing off the sill, but not before Duo, what
was out the door like a bullet.

Heero left the room at a slower pace. Trowa waited for Quatre holding out his
hand, which his lover took gratefully. There was no rush.

++

Wufei stood in the gaping hall waiting for someone, anyone to tell him what was
expected of him now. He silently cursed the absentmindedness of the government
and wondered whether he ought to crash into a random room just to make
something happen.

Then, he heard a voice that made him involuntarily cringe.

"Wu-man!" Duo cried, running down a flight of stairs. Too busy trying
not trip over himself with the hazardous pace he'd set to look up. Maybe for
the better. He would have been very confused by the stranger standing where,
theoretically, Wufei should have been.

Wufei watched his once war companion and one-time enemy come his way, raising a
brow at the foolish pace he was running down that ridiculous amount of stairs.

When he'd reached the bottom, Duo had to pause to catch his breath. It hitched
in his throat when he saw the Chinese stranger looking his way. He looked
nothing like the deadpan serious youth he'd known a few years back.

He stood there staring for a minute to asses what exactly it was he was looking
at, then, he lunged at his now startled ex-comrade, catching him in a firm
embrace. He babbled into Wufei's shirt excitedly looking up once or twice to
catch his breat. Nothing he said could be made out as it was muffled by fabric.
When he'd had enough, about fifty-five seconds after being rather shockingly
immobilized, he growled loudly, "Maxwell!"

This only served to encourage the excited young man that currently had a death
grip on his jacket, who flailed one arm about to emphasize words that Wufei
couldn't even understand.

For lack of a better solution, Wufei prepared to pry Duo off of his personage when
another familiar voice echoed from the stairway, "Duo. Off. Now."

Heero stood halfway in his descent. His cold blue eyes bored into his lover's
back.

He was taller and now wore jeans and a t-shirt, much different from the solider
Wufei had once known. They regarded each other for a minute, calculatingly
before the room swung back into motion.

Duo unstuck himself from Wufei and began making enthusiastic remarks about his
appearance, smacking his shoulders once or twice for emphasis. He was talkative
as ever and eyeing his estranged friend critically inquiring about plastic
surgery and other miscellany things that Wufei grunted a negative to.

"Wufei, it's nice to see you again," a sincere, soft-voice hailed
him. He looked up into Quatre's azure eyes, and then into Trowa's forest-green
ones. It was oddly thrilling to see them both still together, but at the same
time sobering. It was depressing to be the only one alone. His gaze dropped a
little while his favorite couple walked downstairs to join everyone else.

"Winner. Barton," Wufei addressed them respectfully above Duo's idle
chatter.

He barely noticed Heero until he heard a surprised yelp issue forth out of Duo,
who was being lead away by his braid.

"Heero!" he protested, trying to ease himself some slack.

"Poor Duo�" Quatre sighed watching the whole scene from the foot of
the stairs. Then, he felt long fingers weave through his hair and looked up at
Trowa whose eyes radiated understanding. Theyhanghanged brief smiles before
turning to their long absent and sorely missed Wufei.

"How have you been?" Quatre smile warmly. His hair was longer and cut
to frame his small, angular face. Flaxen curls clung to his neck lending him
the look of an otherwordly creature stepped down out of a renaissance painting>
W>
Wufei returned the smile, watching as surprise flitted across Quatre's face but
was gone as soon as it had surfaced.

"I've survived," Wufei asserted dryly.

"I'm glad," Quatre grinned. "What have you been up to?"

Duo could no longer hold his curiosity once that one question was posed. He
began to move very uncomfortably against his boyfriend until he was released.
"Yeah! Where have you been? Everyone had been looking for you at Preventer
meetings, but we never saw you�actually�now that I've gotten a good look at you.
We probably bumped into you once or twice�or actually, maybeozenozen times�Why
didn't you ever come talk to us? We've missed you a lot! Are you married? Do
you have a girlfriend? What's going on?"

Heero could have backhanded Duo for his tactlessness, but stayed silent waiting
for Wufei's response.

"�I am no involved with anyone for the time being. I have not been, ever.
And, I don't plan on it. For the past five years, I've been working as a
Preventer and living by myself. It's been better that way," Wufei frowned
a little after finishing, realizing that he'd lied somewhere in there, though
he didn't care to think about it.

"Oh!" Duo said, frowning, but then he grinned. "�Hey�Do you have
that katana with you? Can I see what you brought?" He began tugging at the
black handle of the duffel in Wufei's hand. His incessant jabber seemed a
little desperate as if he were determined to bridge the gap of time, or plug
the uneasiness of the situation, filling the blank space with words.

"Duo, do you want to go get something to eat?" Quatre asked, wanting
to ease the stress on Wufei and was rewarded when he had his friend's full
attention. "I'll make you something."

In Duo's mental dilemma of friends over food, and temporary disablement, Quatre
tugged him in the direction of the dining halls while asking Trowa to see to
Wufei's accommodations.

The foyer cleared as if a gust of wind had gone through and quite simply
cleared everything away. The sweep of the hand on a checker board.

++

Though he'd had ample time with Quare to develop his social skills, Trowa still
talked very little. It was a little odd, but not entirely surprising since it
dawned upon Wufei that the couple had probably, from the very beginning, had
the ability to read each other's minds. They had that kind of a bond. The type
of bond that he envied as well as feared at the same time.

They walked far into the northeast wing where the ex-gundam pilots had been
staying while in wait for further information regarding their desired presence
in the mansion of the ESA.

"You seem to know your way around�" Wufei commented after some time
of going up and down dizzying flights of stairs and down dimly lit halls.

"I've had two days to look around," Trowa replied in his soft voice,
pressing his ID into a comm box.

"I thought you got here four days ago."

"I did."

"Then why only�" Wufei trailed off realizing where he'd end up.
"Why are we so far in?"

"That's what we've been trying to figure out."

A green light flashed on the comm interface. The door they were currently standing
in front of clicked with the sound of heavy deadbolts sliding back. Trowa
pushed it open with a heavy clang of metal. There in was a hallway with a plain
green carpet, nothing like the elaborate rugs andpingping in the rest of the
house. Rooms were on either side of the walkway until the hall came to an
abrupt end after about five doors' length.

"We're the only people occupying this wing," Trowa said quietly.
"That door to the left leads to Quatre's room. Next to it, is mine. Across
the hall is Duo, and next to him�you already know. The last six rooms are
empty."

"Thank you," Wufei said. He chose the room on the end far from
everyone else's. This was where he belonged. Walking purposefully, he opened
the door to his temporary lodgings and closed the door after himself.

Trowa stood in the hall for only a moment before taking his leave.

TBC...
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