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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 25, 2008 16:22:35 GMT -5
Patch yawned as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the damn sub to zoom on in to take him back to the school. Honestly, he had no idea where he was. He had sort of wandered around since he woke up and now he was...His stormy blue gray eyes glanced over at the sign/ directional...Lower West Side. Where was that anyways? Whatever. Patch didn't dwell on it.
The eighteen year old took a drag from his menthol, blowing the intoxicating minty smoke into the air. It was pretty empty which surprised him. Or maybe it was the area. Patch scrunched up his nose as he ran his fingers through his hair patiently. He had to meet....shit. He forgot who he was suppose to go meet. Oh well, he'd find out when he got there. He knew it was a chick. Which chick, since he knew so many, he had no clue.
Patch wore a simple, long sleeved, loose fittedcadet blue top, some loose fitted navy jeans, his chucks, and he had a thin beaded necklace around his neck. A thin pink scrunchie was on his left wrist-don't ask why-and he looked tired. When didn't he look tired? He looked tired and lost. How lovely.
He left his one hand holding the cancer stick, the other holding his skateboard. Since he didn't know where he was, he didn't want to isk getting even more lost trying to get to...Ahh....Where was he suppose to meet this chick again? Fuck. Why did he have to be so forgetful? Ugh. If anything, he'll go home. He'd have a reminder somwhere or something might spark his memory on the way. Meh. He shouldn't have been high when Miss Anonymous called. Well, he shouldn't ever get high in general. It wasn't like he needed it. But he had no anti drug, so why quit? It used to be Graca-but that was for a month so it didn't even really count.
Patch took another drag from his ciggarette, completely oblivious to a group of girls sitting on a bench not too far from him, giggling and pointing and blushing.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 25, 2008 16:56:02 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you It had been a long day with Taylor. The kid had drug him everywhere to do everything. It was time to wind down and catch the sub back to the school. Ian had already said his goodbyes to Taylor, Janice, and Randal. Everything was in order. All Ian wanted to do was wait and enjoy a cigarette. Smokin-- Ian had told himself that he would quit and slowly he was quitting. He had gone from smoking nearly two packs a day to smoking maybe half a pack a week. It was a lot to cut down so quickly, but Ian had handled it with the held of the guys.
Ian walked onto the platform, phone in hand. He typed a quick text message before he stuffed his phone down into his pocket. Where was the stinking train? Ian took a drag of his cigarette and sighed, blowing the smoke out at the same time. He glanced around the area noticing only one other person smoking. Ian leaned against one of the large pillars as he yawned and tossed the cig to the stone floor. He stomped it out with his black converse all stars. Ian usually would just use an ash tray, but he didn't feel like serching for one. It wasn't like everyone else didn't litter with their cigarettes anyway.
Upon hearing a group of girls giggle Ian looked up. He sawthe guy that the girls were most likely giggling about. Ian could tell why they would. The guy was hot, even Ian had to admit that. But he wasn't in the flirty mood. Normally he would piss those girls off by going up to the guy and flirting like crazy. Ian figured he would do that another day. Instead there was a bench empy a little ways away from the girls. Ian sat on that bench. He stretched his legs out and sank down on the bench before placing a hand on his flat stomach.
Finally Ian pulled out his ipod. He put on of the ear buds in his ear, but let the other one hang loose. The song that played was You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison by My Chemical Romance. He grinned and turned the music all the way up. For simple headphones they could emit osund very well.
In the middle of a gun fight...
Ian held out his fingers with his pointer finger and thumb forming a gun on each hand. He bopped back and forth to match the happy beat of the song. This was one of Ian's favorite songs to act stupid to.
In the center of a restaurant...They say come with your arms raised high
Then Ian acted as if he were feeding himself air food using an air fork. The air pasta was tasty. But AH! The next part of the song came up pretty quickly. Ian was ready for it. He lifted his arms in the air, still bopping to the sound of the music. Ian was in his own private little world. He didn't really care what people thought about his little scene. Ian was so ready to act out the next part of the song... but conveniently his ipod died.
"NO!" Ian shouted at his ipod. It just wasn't right! How could his ipod die like that?! Ian frowned and took his earbud out and stuffing his ipod back in his pocked. He mumbled, irritated that his ipod died.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 25, 2008 17:08:55 GMT -5
Patch's eyes had wandered to the new comer of the 'waiting for the train anonymous' group meeting they were having. Yeah, he came up with that name in his head since he didn't know what else to call the little group. Well. The chicks didn't count. Too young for his taste anyways...Wait...
He glanced over at them.
They looked like they were in college. But then they giggled when he glanced over and he scrunched up his nose. College freshmen. He wasn't a fan of those.
When the cute guy on the bench started doing little hand movements, Patch was glad it was quiet, because then he could faintly hear the song. He pulled out his phone after putting out the cancer stick on the wall and quickly searched through the mp3 settings he had and all before finding the song. My chemical romance was a great band. At least Mister Cute guy had good looks AND good taste in music.
"Well, they're never gonna get me," Patch began with a smirk on his face, singing along to the song cheerfully. Yes, the song was addicting, as most of their songs were. So Patch looked like a happy camper,"Like a bullet through a flock of doves," he was thankful he wasn't one of those people who were extremely shy. Then this would be boring and the song would just get stuck in his head. Nah-Patch wasn't shy in the least bit. He would walk down the street in the nude and not care. That was just how Patch Flood and his homies would roll.
He locked his eyes onto Ian's form on the bench which wasn't that far from him. The only reason Patch wasn't sitting was because he didn't like sitting too much. He'd end up just itching to skate while standing, he didn't get that bad of an itch,"To wage this war against your faiiiiithhhhh in meeeeeeeeee your life. will neeeeeevvvveeerrr be the saaaaaaammmme!!!!" Yeah, Patch was letting loose. Why not? It would be fun and entertaining. Plus, Patch was the lead guitarist and lead singer in the random band he was in. It wasn't like he had a bad voice. Even if he did he'd still wail it out.
The girls seemed to hold their breath as they watched him suddenly act as if he was 'playing' his skateboard as guitar or something,"On you mother's eyes, say a prayer....SAY A PRAYYYYYYYEEEEERRR!!!!"
This really was fun! He should do it more often....Hopefully with Mister cute guy there with him to be his inspiration or something.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 25, 2008 17:31:37 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you Ian looked up when he heard the music again, but from somewhere else. Then he smiled when he saw the other guy singing along to it. He couldn't help but laugh when the guy started getting all into it. It was entertaining, that was for sure and it was exactly Ian's speed. Standing from the bench Ian whipped his cell phone out and pretended it was a microphone. It had been forever since he had really gotten into acting out a song. The fact that someone else was doing it with him made him feel so much better about it.
"No!" Ian sang into his cell phone. "But I can't, and I don't know how we're just two men as God had made us" Ian was getting into it as well. He shook his hair loose so that it fell into his face. "Well I can't-- well I caaaan't!" He would let the other guy sing the next part. Ian. for once, couldn't tell if a guy was straight, bi, or gay. Oh well-- if the guy could deliver the next few lines in an entertaining fashion or well, just deliver them even, then Ian would be satisfied.
It wa rare that anyone ever joined Ian in doing something stupid. Even his little stip antic at the halloween party... NO ONE JOINED HIM! There Ian was stripping off his shirt and all he got were a few cheap laughs. HAH! Well, Ian was the kind of guy who could care less about what he did in public. Ian didn't get embarassed that easily. There were things that would embarass Ian, but it just didn't happen that often. He was really the wild one though.
Jack was only really wild when he was drunk, Ed was just... strange, and Loki was his own version or wild...which wasn't wild at all. Ian was the only one that really acted out whether he was sober or drunk. It didn't matter to Ian. He was always out to have a good time that was for sure. Why waste time going out if it was only going to turn out to be a bad night?
No-
Things always had to interesting and wild when Ian was around. The people on the subway platform were slowly realizing that. The girls on the bench were watching the two of them with wide eyes. Of course they giggled... girls... that was one of the things Ian found annoying about them. The constant giggling!
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 25, 2008 18:10:40 GMT -5
Patch had done a mini power slide as he came in on the next part. It didn't hurt-his pants cushioned it for him,"Too much too late there's just not enough of this, pain in my heart for you dying wish," then Patch was suddenly on his feet again and in front of Mr. Cute Guy, skateboard in hand still acting as his guitar,"I'll kiss your lips agggggaaaaaaiiin!!!!"
Patch couldn't wipe the grin off his face. He liked the way he shook his hair...
Maybe if he was high he would hit on him a little, but Patch wasn't suppose to get high today. It was...Monday. No...Wednesday? He had no clue. Whatever day it was he wasn't suppose to smoke. Erm...Maybe he'd light one up once he got to wherever he was suppose to go. He didn't have any on him so he might have to mooch off of someone.
Mister Cute Guy was good at this, he figured it wasn't his first time performing for the girlies over there. Patch didn't really notice the giggling. He was too into the music....
And Mister Cute Guy aka: the guy who can actually do that hair-flippy thingy since Patch can't because his hair was pretty short and choppy....
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 25, 2008 21:31:44 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you Something about the way Patch delivered the last couple of lines made Ian feel all weird inside. He wasn't sure what that feeling was, but he chose to ignore it. Instead of acting on a whim he busted out laughing. Ian nearly double over laughing. If there was one thing Ian liked to do it was laugh. He smile brightly, but didn't sing the next line of the song. "Gee, if I had known you wanted to kiss me I might have let my ipod die much sooner." Of course Ian was just kidding.
Ian knew how to flirt and THAT was Ian's style of flirting. It was laid back, relaxed, and it was nothing that he wouldn't have said to a friend. Ian was never more complicated than he had to be. Besides, there was nothing wrong with a little light flirtation. Ian flashed a brilliant smile, "I'm Ian Ackart." He said, trying to hold back his laugh a little. Ian hoped to get a name out of this mystery rocker who had good taste in music. At least then Ian would have something to go off of. The guy's face didn't seem very familiar to him, but that didn't mean anything.
There was plenty of people that went to school with him that he didn't know or didn't see everyday. It was possible that Ian had simply never seen the guy around. Please give me a name... please give me a name... Ian chanted inside his head. Despite his inner chant his facial expression did not change. It was really a good thing that Ian was such an easy going guy or else he might have choked up once or twice. That didn't mean that he wasn't nervous though.
No- Ian was beyond nervous. He wondered what the other guy thought of him, which was weird. Ian almost never thought about stuff like that... oh well-- it was possible for Ian to worry about what a hot guy thought about him, right?
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 25, 2008 21:45:40 GMT -5
Patch couldn't help but start laughing as well. He wouldn't make a comment towards the ipod dying sooner...Because Patch might do something really stupid like actually kiss him. A total stranger...
But that was just how Patch rolled.
"Maybe I should have delivered my lines better..." he chuckled, the silly lost puppy grin on his face. He listened to Mister Cute Guy introduce himself as the song played in the background softly. He could feel the eyes of the girls on them.
Before he could reply to Mister Cut Guy who was apparently named Ian, Patch glanced over at them,"You guys want popcorn or something? The big kiss scene is about to come up...You better go get it before you miss it."
Patch was being sarcastic, and though normally someone would sound mean saying that, but Patch sounded like he was joking and like he meant no harm in it. The girls blushed before turning away to whisper at each other and continue giggling while pointing, again, in their direction. But at least Patch got their eyes off his ass for a few minutes.
"I'm Patch Flood. Part time Gerard Way impersonator, full time love machine," Patch laughed, again joking. He looked relaxed, which wasn't knew. He made sure to remember Mister Cute-I mean...Ian's name. Of course Patch wasn't Gerard Way's impersonator. Hello? Do you see a single black or bleach blond hair on his head? Nope.If he tried hard enough he might be able to pull off Mikey...Maybe...Nah...
But Patch could definetly pull off Patch. It was what he did best-being a Flood.
This was how Patch would flirt...Unconsiously. He would flirt without trying because it came natural. He was being himself, like he always was. He didn't hide much and he didn't lie because he didn't need to, "Do you mind if I call you Mister Cute Guy?" Patch glanced over at him with a puppy grin while turning off the music, since his phone was low on juice, and slipping it back into his pocket before pulling out his packet of menthols and lighting one up with his hot pink lighter. Yes it was hot pink. Again-don't ask.
"I've been calling you that in my head since your ipod died," he chuckled, not even a blush coming onto his face. He remembered how he had asked Graca once if he could call her sex-machine because she was basically that-a walking, living, breathing sex machine. And she said she didn't mind, as long as it wasn't when important adults were around to rip little Patches away from supermodel Graca.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 26, 2008 10:47:08 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you When Patch glanced back to say the comment about the kiss scene to the girls Ian felt himself blush. He covered his cheeks with his hands, not wanting to get caught in a blush. That would be embarassing considering the other guy had yet to break one blush... not even a light one. Eh- Ian was a blusher, especailly when hot guys were making comments about kissing scenes. Ian could almost imagine what a kiss with that guy would be like. Would it be hard? Soft? Passionate? Lazy? Ugh, he had to make that comment. He had Ian curious.
Patch Flood...
What an awesome name. Ian wished he had a rocker name like that. He laughed as Patch continued to say that he was a Gerard Way impersonator and a full-time love machine. HAH! Ian raised an eyebrow, "Okay, seriously? I look more like Gerard than you do." He joked, "Besides, you're much hotter than Gerard." Ian smiled and looked away to watch for the train as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And the love machine thing... I'll believe that when I see it, siiiiiir." Ian called a lot of people sir. It was just his thing. xD
Ian tilted his head. Mr. Cute guy? Had a nice ring to it. At least it was a complementory nickname unlike some others Ian had been given before. "I think I can handle that, but only if you let me call you Patchface." He chuckled, "I haven't been calling you that the whole time though... that would be kind of creepy if I had." Ian's blue eyes lit up in excitement. "Then we can be Mr. Cute Guy and Patchface, dynamic duo. Saving loves on MCR song at a time."
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 26, 2008 17:43:45 GMT -5
"Oh, I am sooo a love machine," Patch made a smug look on his face,"You'll see it eventually. It is in hibernation mode right now...The giggle bugs ruined it," Patch chuckled. So Mister Cute Guy thought Patch was cuter than Gerard Way?
Maximum Awesomeness.
"Yes!" Patch punched the air before standing up straight, puffing out his chest, and putting his fists on his hips,"Come, Mister Cute Guy!" Patch pretended to make his voice deep like a super hero, "We must save the people from the evil techno music that has plagued society!"
Yes, Patch disliked techno. Techno = horrible. Though Patch was causasion, he couldn't help but think that Techno was white people music. Just like rap=not a fan of a lot of rap either. He liked Eminem...that was just about it. Patch was a rocker, pretty obvious that he was. But music was his life. Hell, he was so sure he would make it big...
Have everyone in the crowd screamng PATCHFACE!!!
Awesome....
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 26, 2008 21:44:39 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you Ian wrinkled his nose, "Aw, damn giggle bugs. I swear that's one of the main reasons I try not to date chicks." He commented with a laugh, "They don't laugh, they don't chuckle... the giggle. Kind of annoying." That wasn't the only reason that Ian decided most girls weren't worth it. Actually, Ian preferred not to think about it anyway. He did hope that the comment didn't make the conversation awkward though. Sometimes that would happen. Ian would hit it off with a guy, then find out that the guy was straight to begin with.
Eh- maybe that wouldn't happen.
With a big smile Ian slipped his hoodie from over his head to reveal a Panic! At the Disco shirt that seemed to cling to his curves nicely. He then tied the arms of his hoodie loosely around Patch's neck so that it would hang like a cape. "Every superhero needs a cape." He said softly. Ian didn't realize how much closer he actually was to Patch until he stepped back and noticed the distance. "We can take out techno, then knock out all the rappers that sound drunk when they sing so every other word is slurred so the rest of the song you sit there thinking 'what the fuck did he just say?'"
Ick. That was one of Ian's pet peeved. "That, or country. Whichever gets on your nerves the most." Yeah- Ian wasn't a country fan. Of course Ian was more into rock and roll. He was a rocker by nature. Sure he could handle other types of music, but it seemed that country was one of the ones that he couldn't tolerate. EVER. Ian shook his head slighly, causing his hair to do that little flippy thing that makes him look so damn right adorable.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 26, 2008 21:55:48 GMT -5
Patch laughed,"Just the younger chicks giggle. Once they get out of highschool, the giggling stops...Thankfully," of course Patch wasn't uncomfortable. He didn't think he would be uncomfortable if he was straight either," And I say we take out BOTH!" he exclaimed, not wanting to chose between the genres.
Patch hadn't noticed the distance between them. He was oblivious to shit like that. Of course he was. He was Patch Murphy Flood.
He chuckled as he ruffled Ian's hair as if they had known each other forever,"I hate that your cute," Patch lied, and even a stranger could tell when he was lying,"Okay-I don't hate that your cute," he didn't like lying-even if he was joking,"And you should never cut your hair...Or you'll end up like me. Stuck with hair that wont grow back right," Patch laughed light heartedly.
Yeah, Patch had semi long hair before he decided to chop it off when he wasback in Hawaii because it kept getting in his face whenever he would go surfing.
And that was when it hit him. The smell of Ian's sweater around his neck that was suppose to be his cape...
It smelled good. No...awesome. He had no idea how to better describe it...Yummy...Delicious. Scumptious...
Unique. It smelled like it belonged to Mister Cute Guy...Score.
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 27, 2008 0:41:43 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you There was no possible way for Ian to smile a bigger or brighter smile, "Good thing you don't hate that I'm cute. There's no off switch for that." Ian joked. He was actiually pretty mondest in that reguard. His looks was something he didn't think much of. Ian didn't think he was cute or adorable or hot or any of that stuff. He just thought of himself as an average Joe. The guy that walks down the street that people choose to ignore until they really get to know him.
Ian tilted his head slightly, wiping the hair from his eyes, "Don't worry bout that. I'm never going to convert to short hair." Ian said with a smile. "Been there, done that, wore that t-shirt." Yeah- Ian actally had short hair when he was about 10 years old. His parents had decided to get experimental. Luckily they decided he looked better with long hair and let him grow it back out. Ian's hair wasn't the annoying long, but it was long enough to fall in his eyes exactly the right way and it was long enough for him to carelessly run his fingers through it. It was nice.
The train finally arrived. It was about time. Not that Ian wasn't enjoying talking to Patch, because he was. "Eh- looks like the train's still crowded." That meant they would have to squeeze in and make room. Ian HATED closed in spaces. He would need something to take his mind off of it. "Hey-- you mind doing me a favor and distracting me on the train? Crowded trains kind of make me nervous." He remembered the last crowded train ride where a crying baby had puked on his favorite converses.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 27, 2008 20:29:23 GMT -5
Patch chuckled,"I'd love to be a distraction," he puffed out his chest,"Mister Cute Guy, as Patchface, I will protect you from the terrors of New York city public transportation!" he seemed to announce it so the girls giggled again before they boarded the train.
Patch seemed to link his arm into Ian's with a puppy like smile on his face to board the train,"Make way!" he stated to anyone who got in their way,"Mister Cute Guy and Patchface coming through...Don't you see we're supeheroes? Seriously..." Patch acted like he was annoyed with people, but it was also obvious he was joking. People actually moved and Patch was pretty thankful. He managed to find an empty seat in the back for Ian. Patch wouldn't mind standing. He gestured for Ian to sit down, trying to hold in his chuckle at how ridiculous he was being.
He promised to be a distraction, damn staright he would be a distraction!!! So now Patch made it his duty to keep Ian's mind off the crowd. Luckily their cart wasn;t overly drowded where people were rubbing against each other and the smell of human body heat was unbearable. If not, Patch would have suggested just waiting for the next train or something...
Wait...Where was Patch suppose to be going again? Fuck. He should get a cellphone too-but he never carries his on him...Damn it....
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Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 27, 2008 21:35:54 GMT -5
I thought I was a fool for no-one Oh baby I'm a fool for you Ian chuckled as he followed Patch onto the train. The superhero thing was a nice gimmick. "Excuse me..." Ian repeated as he pushed his way through. It seemed people would move for Patch, but begin to crowd back in as soon as he passed. Probably because Patch was the loud one and Ian was just the tag-along. He didn't mind. The subway was usually a bad place for Ian to act out anyway. Finally he reached the back corner with Patch. It seemed like Patch really wanted him to sit down. That was probably a better idea anyway.
Sitting down Ian drew his legs up into the seat so that he could sit cross-leged. He was skinny enough to do that. Ian didn't take up much space anywhere. "Thank you," Ian said with a chuckle, "I hate having people's sweat rubbed off on me. I try to go for a distinct smell. Subways often ruin that." Generally Ian smelled like Old Spice. That was the body wash he used and he loooooved how it smelled. Ian frowned jokingly, "Sweat is icky." He added with a laugh
Ian checked his phone. "Ah- school is going to be such a drag. One day I'm just going to skip classes and go clubbing or something." It was just random conversation. He wasn't sure what exactly to say. His distraction hadn't said much since they reached the back of the train. Ian hated silence. Silence was evil. He had to have talking. Random conversation... whatever... just no silence. Silence was of the devil. It was satan's way of turning a teenager into his mindless drone... planting thoughts of well, bad things. That was something Ian liked to experience.
Looking up Ian noticed the crowd starting to fill in a bit. He immediately had to look back down. Crowds made him feel so vulnerable. Ian retreted into fetal position, wrapping his arms around his knees and pressing himself against the window. He hated it.
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Post by Patch Flood on Nov 27, 2008 22:00:11 GMT -5
Patch chuckled at the sweaty comment. Sweat didn't bug him too much-because Patch was pretty much an athletic dude. He might not play footbal or soccer, but he was a surfer, skater, and drag racer by heart.
"Then I guess you won't like me much," Patch grined,"I can't help but sweat when I'm boarding all day or surfing all day and night..." it was true. Though it seemed like someone couldn't sweat surfing, they definetly could. It took concentration and it was probably the only thing Patch ever really concentrated on other than Graca and Ian right now.
Patch actually enjoyed silence. It was nice every so often-and Patch usually got a lot of silence since he didn't have TOO many friends in the school he attended. People were just aquantances. So he didn't think anything of it when silence fell but when Ian seemed to curl up into the fetal postion, Patch cocked his head to the side as he waited for the lightbulb to pop up in his head,"Hey," Patch smiled at him warm heartedly,"What's your favorite color?"
Again, random. But this was always a conversation starter. Asking people questions about their personality always kept them distracted. And Patch refused to fail! It had been a while since he was determined to do something, so this should be fun.
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