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Post by Chip on Aug 3, 2014 5:12:55 GMT
Stan stuck his tongue back out at Scout before he remembered she'd almost snatched it straight out of his mouth before. Of course she was right, he was special, and he liked to be told he was. The idea of seducing anyone he wanted was also rather appealing, though he wasn't as crazy about that as someone like Lana was. Though when she went after his ass Stan jumped a bit, retracting his tongue.
When she spoke as though she'd actually taken something up the ass Stan made a loud noise of disgust, doubting that he'd be crazy about anal even if she seemed so convinced he'd like it. He thought it sounded gross. Shit came out of there, right? So what if you got it on your fingers or something? Ew.
When Tony came over, an assault was the last thing that Stan expected to happen. He didn't even have time to dodge before Tony brought his fist up to Stan's nose and punched it. Stan could smell nothing but the scent of rust as he stumbled back out of shock, his hand immediately flying up to cup his nose. It was throbbing and when he pulled his hand out of the way, he could see blood flowing on his palm, he could feel it sliding down from his nose onto his lips and chin. He didn't notice Scout touch his arm or talk to Tony as his anger started to boil.
This fucker. This fucker thought he could march into school and just cause a damn scene?!
Stan grabbed Tony by the fabric of his wife beater and slammed his fist right into Tony's cheekbone, twisting his arm just enough so that his fist made a beeline for Tony's eye as well. He didn't care that he got blood all over the guys clothing (since the hand he grabbed the wife beater in was the bloody one) and instead drew his fist back again looking ready to fight. By now the onlookers were more engaged.
"Hey! You think you're gonna take my ride home now? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Stan snapped, his face contorted into a bloody grimace. He hated this guy, and he immediately didn't want him anywhere near Scout. Scout was his best friend and this guy clearly sucked. Nope. He had to go.
-x- Arryn blinked when the seats beside her quickly filled up. She blinked at Danny, who had sat beside Chastity. After Chastity's impromptu confession, Arryn found herself wondering what type of person he was. She turned towards Jack, who had arrived with Danny. She wondered if he wasn't so bad either. Well, maybe... Though he was still friends with Lana.
"Uhm... Hello. I'm Arryn. Nice to meet you." She said to Jack. She'd seen him around but never spoken to him before. However her eyes widened and her face fell slightly when she saw Lana come in and sandwich between her and Jack. Awkwardly she squirmed, wishing her friend was a barrier between herself and Lana.
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Post by carmen on Aug 3, 2014 18:44:14 GMT
Jack grinned at Lana as she sat next to Arryn as well. He smirked at Lana, knowing that this poor girl was probably going to be totally corrupted thanks to whatever conversation they had in store. When she spoke to him he gave her a smile in return. "It's nice to meet you, too. Arryn, right? I like your specs, they're cute."
Suddenly a brilliant idea came into Jack's mind. The guy Lana was trying to hit on earlier was Arryn's cousin, right? He could definitely make this interesting. He turned to Lana with a smile, "So if you didn't totally strike out," he said, "What would you have done to that guy in the Janitor's closet, hmm?"
In the other row, Danny smiled warmly at Chastity. "Nothing much, really," he said, biting his lip, "I practiced my music, both with the band and also for my recital this October. I'm actually writing my own song for it. Other than that, just relaxing I suppose. What about you? I bet you got up to all sorts of crazy stuff, right?"
He would be lying if he said that he didn't have a bit of a crush on Chastity. She was every bit as pretty as Lana, with the added bonus of not being as intense and being much sweeter in return. He always found it very easy to talk to.
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Post by Melanie on Aug 3, 2014 23:40:50 GMT
Grabbing the keys angrily, Tony was ready to turn around and leave, but when he felt the smaller boy's fist connect to his jaw his eyes glowed with rage. He wiped the boys blood off of his face before getting up in the kid's face. "Huh, someone's real bold, you think I ain't ever been hit in the face before?" And with that, Tony turned around and stormed down the hall back to the entrance, his car keys in his hand.
"Walk home, cunt!" Tony shouted as he made his way out of the building. Why was he seeing a younger broad when there were so many prostitutes in Eden?
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Lana quickly looked over to Jack as he gave Arryn a compliment, really? She was sitting right there. She turned her attention back to her book before Jack spoke to her again. Lana quickly caught on to what he was doing and she decided to go along with it and make the innocent squirm. "Well you know, the usual. But it is pretty cramped so I probably wouldn't be able to ride his dick like I could in the bedroom. Then obviously I woulda blown him. Like come on he probably has a huuuuge dick. What do you think Arryn? Have you seen your cuzzo naked before?" Lana asked innocently with her head cocked to the side.
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"Oh I just worked, and volunteered at the animal shelter and the soup kitchen. Nothing too crazy." Chastity replied with a slight blush. Danny wouldn't have sat next to her if he didn't think she was cool, would he? Chastity's thoughts wandered to what kissing the boy would be like. She had never done anything scandalous with boys. The farthest she'd honestly gotten was with Hector Smith, and they just exchanged a peck at "Jesus Camp".
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Post by Becca on Aug 4, 2014 0:03:28 GMT
Scout’s temper started to rise the longer Tony remained in her presence. School was the one place she could at least pretend she had a normal life and ditch the shitty living she existed in outside of it. The last thing she needed on her first day back was to be sent to the principal’s office because Tony decided to barge into the school hopped up, yelling, and throwing punches. She opened up her locker and pulled the keys out of her backpack before slamming the door afterward.
Before she had time to turn around and end it all by giving Tony back his keys, she heard a second connection and assumed it was her man taking another swing. Scout whirled around to see Stanley had fought back and punched Tony right back. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened, though there was a hint of a smile behind her hand. “Jesus, Stan!” she gaped as her eyes flickered from her best friend to Tony. She was not completely surprised Stanley had fought back, but it was certainly entertaining to watch. There was a rush of adrenaline she got whenever she saw a fight, something about the sight of blood that excited her; however, she would not do very well in a fight herself.
She remained quiet as Tony snatched the keys from her hand, wrinkling her nose in disgust as he slandered her. “Oh, fuck off, Tony! I don’t need a ride home in your shitty truck anyway,” Scout called after him, flipping him off behind her back. Exasperated, she ran a hand through her choppy, bleached hair before turning back to face Stanley. She sighed before looking at his face which was pretty caked with blood now.
“Shit, he really did a number on ya, didn’t he?” she commented as she grasped his chin in one of her hands, tilting his face downward to inspect the damage, “Let’s get you cleaning up, yeah?”
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Post by Chip on Aug 4, 2014 0:37:36 GMT
Stan’s heart was racing in his chest as he stared at Tony, his vision nothing but red. He wanted to land way more than that one hit to the guy’s cheek and eye. Even if the guy claimed to have been hit before, he wanted to hit him again and again until he couldn’t even speak. Until he was nothing but a thrashing, bleeding worm left to stain the school’s pristine floors. He brought his hand up to his nose when he felt a stab of pain—the adrenaline beginning to wear off a bit—and in that instant Tony had left. He growled under his breath, still wanting to storm after Tony.
When Scout spoke up his eyes flickered down to her, his hand still clutching his nose, the blood flow mostly dried by now. It was just rather gruesome to look at.
“Fuck that guy.” He snapped, pulling his hand away so that Scout could inspect the damage done to his nose. He was pretty sure it’d be fine. He’d moved his head back enough to make the injury less severe. It sure felt unpleasant, though. “Fuck that guy, fuck that guy, FUCK that guy. He traded our ride home for a god damn bloody nose. I’d do a number on him right back if he stuck around for one more second.”
He was mostly grumbling to himself now as he did agree he needed to be cleaned up. “Oh! And don’t go spending time with him either! If I hear the name Tony one more time I think I’m going to strangle everyone in this building.”
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Arryn, at first, thought this guy must be OK. When he complimented her glasses her smile took a more genuine tone and widened, showing off her white teeth and dimples as she reached up to adjust them.
“Thanks, I really like the frames.” She said. But her happy introduction was short lived when Jack turned to Lana and brought up that incident that had transpired with Stan. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride that her cousin had rejected the offer of course, but Lana and Jack talking so casually about it made her feel ill. Her smile faded to a neutral expression as Lana discussed riding dicks and blowing him. Arryn took a steady breath. She hoped class started soon. But then Lana brought Arryn into the conversation with a direct question. About her cousin’s naked body.
She turned towards Lana with a slight frown on her face, silent no longer.
“That conversation is completely inappropriate for a school building. What you were trying to do in school to my cousin was completely disrespectful not only to him but to yourself. You are placing your own temporary satisfaction above your long term education. I have no interest in talking to you about my cousin, Lana. And it would certainly do you well not to think about him that way, either, and to focus on more important things than sex.”
Arryn turned away from Lana after her speech, a no-nonsense expression on her face. She spared a glance over at Jack, and sighed. She’d thought he might have been nice, like Danny. She supposed Danny must be the diamond in the rough when it came to Lana and her friends. Unfortunately, Jack seemed to be rather close to Lana. in both personality and friendship.
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Post by carmen on Aug 4, 2014 1:03:55 GMT
Danny nodded as he listened to Chastity explain her summer. After she was finished he gave her a smile, "That sounds really fulfilling," he said, "I had to work over the summer at the electronics store, too. I don't want to work there forever though, of course. I'm actually looking into music therapy, right? Cuz Jack and I occasionally go to the senior center and play music for the old folks. I think I'd like to do something like that with my career." He thought it was really cool that Chastity really enjoyed volunteering. He had grown to love playing for the seniors and thought that it was equally as fun playing a gig. He wished more people would realize how much fun helping others was.
On the opposite side, Jack's eyes widened as Arryn begun to become stern with Lana. He thought it was absolutely adorable how she refused to be flustered and instead called Lana out -- a girl who was definitely a lot scarier than most. What had been a plan to embarass Arryn had completely backfired as she lashed out. He had to admit, she had some balls.
After she was done speaking he couldn't help but chuckle appreciatively, "That was awesome, Specs," he said, "You tell her and don't pull any punches. You're a tough girl, d'you know that?"
As Arryn looked over to him an sighed he felt a twinge of disappointment. He was immediately determined to make her like him. Sure, Lana was an easy lay, but deep down Jack wanted a relationship. He doubted the likelihood of Arryn ever liking him, she was pretty straight-edge, but it didn't hurt to try. He turned to her and raised her eyebrows inquisitively, "What's with the sigh, gorgeous? Have I disappointed you already?"
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Post by Becca on Aug 4, 2014 5:26:23 GMT
The look in Stanley’s eyes made Scout a bit nervous. She was not sure if he was going to go running after Tony or not, but she hoped he had more sense than to go and do something like that. As much as she hated Tony for coming into her school and yelling at her, she did not want him to get himself arrested over something as stupid as his car keys. Scout held her friend’s wild gaze in hopes he would snap out of it. Typically she would encourage fighting because she found it entertaining but not here in school on the first day and not when it involved one of the only people on campus she actually considered tolerable.
When she saw Stan was finally starting to come back to his senses, she smiled slightly. His face was quite the nasty sight, but she didn’t feel like she was at all responsible for it. Tony was the one who had done it anyway, she had no personal part in it.
“Yeah, I’m sure you could beat the shit out of him, and I’d let you. That was a cheap ass shot he took too, catching you off-guard like that. I knew he was pissed, but I didn’t think he was that pissed,” Scout assured him, shaking her head as she accessed the damage done. The blood certainly made it look a lot worse than it really was, and once they had it all cleaned up he would pretty much be good as new aside from an aching and possibly bruised nose. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she murmured before grabbing his head.
She weaved through the stream of students heading to class until they came upon the nearest girl’s restroom. Pushing open the door, she lead him to the sinks where there were two other girls washing their hands. They wrinkled their noses and made a face, clearly upset there was a boy in the girl’s bathroom.
”Um, this is the girl’s bathroom. There aren’t supposed to be boys in here,” one of the girls defended in a snotty tone, her nose turned up in the air.
“Um, does it look like a give a fuck? Get out!” Scout barked, taking a step toward the girls. Maybe it was the tattoos or possibly her choppy, punk hairdo but the girls quickly packed up their makeup and made a b-line for the door. In all honesty Scout couldn’t fight for shit, but at least she managed to scare the two out. She followed them before locking the door after them and made her way back to Stanley.
She wet a piece of paper towel before she gently started to blot at the dried blood beneath Stan’s nose. “I promise I won’t talk about him again,” she told him. Scout couldn’t force herself to say she would never spend time with him again because odds were she would be back with him in a matter of days. That was usually how it went with Tony. One day they were at each other’s throats, the next day they were screwing. The two were one of the same, both greedy, selfish, and lacked commitment skills.
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Post by Chip on Aug 4, 2014 15:19:55 GMT
“Well I don’t like him—no—I absolutely hate him!” Stan said, allowing Scout to weave and drag him away from people and into the girls’ bathroom. Had he not been annoyed at the moment he might have cracked a smart remark or two towards the girls, but he wasn’t in the mood. When Scout stopped at the sink and began wiping off Stan’s face he cringed at the warm water started to clean up the blood. He was still mad, but his anger had faded to pain as he let her clean him up. “Ow. I don’t get it. How’d he even get in the school in the first place?! And I didn’t even do anything to him!”
Stan stared in the mirror at his reflection, watching as Scout dabbed at his injury.
“Good, you better not. I don’t like how he talked to you either. You’re my best friend, and he’s acting like he owns you.” He pointed out, wincing a little when the tip of his nose was brushed. He saw a bruise forming on the bridge, but thankfully that wasn’t too bad. A bruise on his nose would heal in no time. “Storming in here, bossing you around. If I see him ever again I’m giving him a new nose job! No questions asked!”
He glanced away from the mirror, down at Scout, with a frown on his face.
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Post by Becca on Aug 4, 2014 15:49:56 GMT
Scout tried not to take what Stanley was saying to heart. It was true Tony wasn’t the most likable of guys, but she did hang around him quite a bit. She wasn’t about to go defending him because she was pissed at what he had done, so she focused on cleaning up the blood around her best friend’s nose. One thing was for certain, she would talk to Tony about this later and make it extremely clear he would not be raise a hand to Stan ever again. “He doesn’t really give a shit about anything, probably just barged in without even thinking. Plus he looked like he was hopped up on something,” she explained with a small shrug before continuing to clean up Stan’s nose, “Tony loves a good fight.”
She glanced over, looking at Stan through the mirrors reflection then threw away the piece of paper towel she was using and swapped if for a new one.
“That? Oh, don’t worry about that. By now those insults just roll right off my back. We fight all the time but end up making up sooner or later,” she replied and looked from his bloodied nose to his eyes. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him seriously. “No one owns me, that’s for damn sure. I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m my own person, and that’s how it’s stayin’,” Scout clarified with a flash of a smile before she dabbed away the last of the blood. She looked away and smiled slightly when he vowed to give Tony a new nose job next time he saw him. It was weird having someone standing up for her, she was not used to it.
Taking a step back, Scout took a good look at his face before throwing away the paper towel. She smiled and touched his cheek with her fingertips, turning his head either way to assess his nose. “There ya go. Good as new. Hey, I think he might have actually made your nose look better, it was kind of crooked before,” Scout teased.
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Post by Chip on Aug 4, 2014 16:17:28 GMT
“Well he sure gave enough shits to punch me in the nose.” Stan pointed out in irritation, annoyed at the fact Scout seemed to know him so well. Well of course she knew him incredibly well, she complained about him all the time. It wasn’t like Stan didn’t know that Tony spent the night over at Scout’s apartment a lot or that she fooled around with him. But hearing her explain that he was probably drugged and just liked to pick fights made him think they were closer than he was to Scout. He didn’t like that at all, it made him jealous, especially since Scout was the person he was closest to.
His frown grew longer when she explained they always made up sooner or later.
“Well he doesn’t seem to think so. Because he literally is trying to control you. Coming here to the school? Punching me? He’s trying to assert dominance like a hound dog. And whether or not you two always fight and he always says that shit I don’t like the way he talked to you! It pisses me off! Hell, that actually pisses me off more!” He snapped, examining his now no longer bloody face in the mirror, hesitantly poking his injured nose. Ow. Bad idea. He turned on the faucet and washed his bloody hands in the sink. Fortunately not much blood had gotten on his shirt (maybe one or two drops at most) so he didn’t have to worry about that. He allowed her to look over his face once she was done cleaning, and narrowed her eyes when she said this was an improvement. “No way. Now there’s a yellow spot on it that’s going to turn purple. He ruined my face. I should file a lawsuit.”
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Post by Becca on Aug 4, 2014 16:51:54 GMT
“Yeah, but at least he had enough sense to walk away. I’m just glad it didn’t go any worse than it did. The last thing he needs is to get arrests, and the last thing you need is a mark on your record the first day back,” Scout reminded him with a small sigh. It was their senior year, after all, and the faster they could leave this place, the better. She studied her best friend carefully, wondering what was going on in his head before she turned toward the bathroom mirror. Leaning forward, she ruffled her fingers through her hair and fluffed it. They should probably be heading to class soon but given the circumstances she was fine with showing up a bit late.
She turned her head toward him when he continued to talk about Tony. He seemed pretty hard-pressed on stating how much he hated her on-again off-again fling.
“Woah, easy Tiger. I can take care of myself, and I know what I’m doing. Yeah, he’s an asshole but those are the kind of guys I attract, Stan. I can put up with jerks because I’m used to dealing with them. He is just like me. I’m in control, there’s no need to worry,” Scout assured Stan with a small smile. As he inspected her nose, she looked over to the door even though it was impossible for anyone to come in with the door locked. “Besides, I would have been done with him long ago if he wasn’t so damn good in bed,” she muttered to herself before turning back to Stanley. She cupped his face in her hands before smiling at him. “Oh, shush, your face is perfect,” she cooed at him as if he were a baby. Scout leaned forward and very gently pressed her lips to his nose before laughing. “All better, baby?”
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Post by Chip on Aug 4, 2014 22:51:51 GMT
Stan looked away from Scout at the concern for not only his own well-being but Tony’s as well. What did it matter what Tony needed or didn’t need? He was the one who came over here high as a kite and started throwing punches and slurs. He brought whatever shit he was getting down upon himself.
“Are you calling me an asshole too?” Stan asked, his tone slightly offended but not at the notion of being called an asshole because honestly he knew he was an asshole. He was offended at her talking like she was going to go off and hang out with him again. Which she probably was. That made his blood boil in irritation. He didn’t like that, not one bit! And even though she was joking and he knew it, Stan was still offended. What, did she like Tony better than him or something? He thought Tony was just a casual fuck buddy and nuisance.
He pouted at her comment about Tony being good in bed, looking very much like a kicked puppy. “What's the point of a good dick if it's one hundred percent his personality? But since you like him so much, maybe he should be your best friend." He huffed and glanced at the door, noticing it was locked and they'd have no surprise visitors. He turned back towards Scout, pout still in tact "I could probably do anything he could in bed! Not that I really remember what we did, anyway... but I know i'm better than some guy who storms into school to call you a fucking cunt.”
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Post by Becca on Aug 4, 2014 23:11:52 GMT
Scout rose a brow at Stanley’s defensive response; she had just been joking for a most part and had not been expecting him to actually feel like she was lumping him with the others. Sure, he fit the bill of the typical person she would hang out with, but there was also something different about him. He cared much unlike the others, and he didn’t call her names, at least not to her face if he did.
“No, of course not. I mean, I think we are both aware we are assholes, but I didn’t mean to make it sound like you were anything like him,” Scout defended, taking a small step toward him when she realized he was actually offended by what she had said. Most of what was said was the truth, she never was good at attracting good guys, and she liked being with Tony because they were one of the same. Stanley was like her too, but not as similar as Tony was, plus he treated her nicely. Maybe she just liked being treated like dirt, got off on it, something had kept her coming back to that scumbag and vice versa. “I just mean there’s no emotional attachments with Tony. I’m pretty sure I don’t mean anything to him and I’m alright with that, I like it that way,” she replied as she rubbed her tattooed arm.
Her face fell when she saw the look on her best friend’s face followed by his comment about trading him in for Tony. “Stan, you know I could never replace you. You’re my best friend, not him. I tell you everything and you’re the one I’d come to first,” Scout explained as she closed the distance between them once more to look seriously into his eyes. A smirk spread across her face when Stanley brought up what he was capable of in bed. “I don’t know. You were pretty drunk that night, so you were pretty sloppy,” she teased before glancing to the locked door once more, “You’re that confident in your…abilities?”
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Post by Chip on Aug 5, 2014 0:42:23 GMT
“That’s right, I am nothing like him.” Stan said when Scout agreed with him, looking at her when she moved closer. The assurance that she had no emotional connection to Tony made him feel a little better. Ha, that was something he had that Tony didn’t! The emotional connection! Wait… did they have an emotional connection? Of course they did! They were best friends. Especially since she actually cared right now. Did she go after Tony to make sure he was OK? Absolutely not. In fact, she seemed encouraging that Stan had hit the fucker!
“Well that’s why I’m better, because you mean something to me.” He said, folding his arms over his chest, his pout fading into a smile that was softer than his usual smirk or grin, the assurance that he wouldn’t be replaced making him happy. He glanced back at Scout and met her eyes. Scout was being a lot more serious about this than he expected her to be. He almost expected her to laugh at him and tell him he was being stupid. “So that means I’m your first choice, right? Good. I guess you can be my first choice too.”
His smile grew into a move goofy grin at her last comments, and he looked up to the side, as though trying to remember anything about that night. “Well yeah! I was drunk, so I was sloppy, that’s to be expected! But if I was sober that’d be a completely different story!” He leaned down so he was eye level with Scout, his hands still folded over his chest, his good humor from before Tony back, “Want me to prove it?”
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Post by Becca on Aug 5, 2014 1:11:25 GMT
“Exactly. Now am I back in your good graces, ya little crybaby?” Scout asked, her old ways quickly falling back into place after felling like she had been serious for too long. Emotions were not something she dealt with well, and if she showed too much compassion for too long it always made her feel weak, and she hated that feeling. She liked to be disconnected, there yet separated from the rest of the world. It helped her focus on what mattered most to her, her and her own desires because deep down she was a truly greedy person. Stan might be her close friend, but it was one of the few she had and would consider showing some semblance of feeling for.
She couldn’t help but smile when he said she meant something to him. It wasn’t often she heard something like that and much like she hoarded material goods, she hoarded friends as well. Stan was her best friend, hers, and hopefully no one else’s because she wanted him to herself. “Of course you’re my first choice. We got each other’s backs. Friends ‘til the end, right?” Scout smirked before winking at him, “Now stop being so sentimental before I fucking puke because the toilet is right over there in case I do.”
Scout studied Stanley’s eyes as he leaned down to her level. A lopsided smirk spread across her face before she pushed him against the wall opposite the sinks, not being the gentlest with him. She caged him by putting one arm on either side of him, leaning against the wall as she eyed him up like some sort of predator. It was all for play, knowing this little flirting game was all part of their friendship. “You think you have what it takes?” she murmured, looking up at him innocently.
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