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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Feb 13, 2010 17:57:01 GMT
Kiara Louise Cherrystonenever thought i'd be at fault never thought i'd lose it all never thought i'd be the one holding a gun please forgive me, please forgive me I'd been missing for a week after the beach incident. It was time I returned to Sonnishore. I stood on the estate looking at the black, burnt down house in front of me. It was very quiet, a little too quiet. I wondered if anyone had been worried while I was away. I wondered if anyone who knew where I lived had been down to the cave to find I wasn't there; neither was Fang. I wondered if they'd found the bloodstained blade laying on the floor. When I thought of the blade I looked down at my wrists. I'd done something that night I never wanted to do. I slit my wrists. I'd gotten so upset over Keith and Matt being together; I didn't want to live any more. I decided then that I was going to run away.
I'd missed the first week of school, but that didn't bother me at all. I was happy I didn't have to go. I hated school, it was so boring. I couldn't do any of the work. I just wanted to be outside all of the time. I wondered what the gay couple had been doing while I was gone. Celebrating? Probably. I hated Matt, and he hated me. That didn't bother me at all, but Keith... I'd acted in a nasty way towards him, I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me as well as Matthew now. I sighed and made my way through the overgrown lawn. I'd already said goodbye to Fang, I knew she'd have a good life without me there. Before long, I'd be hurting her, just like I was hurting everyone else around me. At night I would look up at the stars and they would be glaring down at me, as if to ask why I was still living. I didn't deserve anything. I didn't deserve to live. I was an accident. I bet even my parents looked at me when I was born with a disgusted look. I bet I was an embarrassment to them; how could two such loving people create an ugly, cold-hearted bitch like me?
A tear slipped out from my eye as I reached the door. There had been fourteen murders this week. All killed by me, two each day. This is where I kept the poor souls. All they were doing was passing by, and then a fourteen year old girl jumped out of them and shot them though the heart with a poisoned silver bullet. It's how heartless I am. I'd taken their bodies here and hidden them on a night, when people were sleeping. I'd never been caught. I pinned people to the wall by their hands and stabbed a nail though them. They couldn't feel pain any more, so they'd be fine. As I entered the building unseen, I walked around the room, looking at their lifeless faces, identifying each one. There were some children, teens, adults and elderly people.
The first person I came to was the unfortunate twenty-six year old Lisa Hunt. She was only going to see her friends when I killed her. The second person I stopped at was seventy-one year old Roger Woodman. He was visiting his wife's grave when I shot him. Third person; six year old Jessica Dortle. Playing in the garden with a ball. Bang. Dead. Fourth person was Trevor Brown. He was fourty years old, and he was preparing for his daughter's wedding day. Number five is Gemma Keye, sixteen years old, walking home by herself after a date. Henrietta Juke was the sixth; and she was just about to open a card for her sixty-seventh birthday when I broke into her home and killed her. Number seven was Steve Kilton, thirty years of age, shot when he was buying flowers for his wife. The eighth person killed was nine year old Sophie Jenkinson, and she was playing in her front garden. Nine was Emma Kirkwood, twenty years old, and jogging when I killed her. Tenth was Jordan Hirst, and he was thirty five. I killed him when he was just about to get into his new car. Eleventh was the poor girl who had only just been born, and didn't yet have a name. She was sleeping when I killed her. Twelfth was Frank Bell, and he was painting when he died.
All of these people were innocent, and I killed them all. Today was the day when I would die myself, to say sorry to all of these poor people. I had it all planned. Today is the day the life of Kiara Cherrystone ends. I won't exist any more. I'll be a memory. Someone nobody even wants to remember, but I'm there. Because I killed these people. I sat down on a bit of burnt one and sang my last demo song before I die. I never did become famous. I might as well let these people hear me, if they could. Never thought I'd be at fault, never thought I'd lose it all, never thought I'd be the one, holding a gun... Please forgive me. Please forgive me... A sweet voice came out, one that most people wouldn't expect. Never intended to... Be the one who hurt you. Never thought I'd be the one, holding a gun, please forgive me, please forgive me. I took in a deep breath, more tears followed, I am sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I am sorry... Never thought I'd be at fault, never thought I'd lose it all. Never thought I'd be the one, holding a gun... Please forgive me... Please forgive me. I held the last note, and then stood up, walking over to the place I would die. I was going to hang myself.
I stood staring at the rope for a few seconds before whispering, I love you... One last time, ready to meet death, and clear the world of sadness. My last breath stuck in my throat.
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Words: 989 Tags: Matthew! O: Lyrics: Please Forgive Me ~ Lori Lee. [Amy Lee's sister. They sound like each other so it doesn't make much difference] Outfit: What she was wearing the last time she saw Matt. She ran away, didn't she? Her clothes are all torn though. <.< Notes: I love this song, so here it is: CLICK I thought I'd make Kiara sing it, just to make the thread a little bit... Upsetting. x] Here we go! (:
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 13, 2010 18:16:46 GMT
matthew jonathon daskon.
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you're aching you're breaking and i can see the pain in your eyes since everybody's changing And i don't know why...[/center] It was rather late at night, and not many people were out on the streets. Well, nobody was staying out late any more, since all the murders in the last week. On the abandoned streets, though, there was one person. A tall silhouette walked along the empty streets. He was male, with long hair dyed black, and he was fourteen years old. The teenager walked along, seemingly deep in thought, hands in his jean pockets. Despite the grey hooded top he wore, he was cold, and shivered as a cold breeze stirred the litter, a tiny tornado of debris and rubbish swirling among the estate. Matthew Daskon strode along the pavement aimlessly, unsure where he was going. He stopped outside of an old abandoned house; clearly, nobody was living there. But something was moving in there; he froze, hearing a voice. It was singing... it was a nice voice, oddly familiar. It dawned on him slowly who it was. It was Kiara Cherrystone, the girl who hated him, the girl who he hated, the girl who had pointed a gun at him within minutes of meeting him. His instincts screamed to keep walking past the old house, and go back to his dorm. But he walked into the building slowly.
A terrible smell, one he'd never smelt before, almost made him walk back out again. Then he realised what it was; it was dead bodies. Matthew was almost sick then. He kept walking, a feeling deep in his stomach that Kiara was in trouble. Hoping she didn't recognise his voice, Matt called softly, “K- Kiara?” WORDS;; { two hundred and sixty five } CHARACTER ;; { matthew daskon } MUSE;; { very good } LYRICS;; { everybody's changing - keane } NOTES;; { }[/size]
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Feb 13, 2010 19:06:04 GMT
I was standing there for ages, not sure if what I was doing was right. There was nobody to hurt if I died, but wouldn't there be a hole in someone's life? If Keith didn't hate me then would he be upset? Or would nothing change? Would he be happy that he could then live his life normally with Matthew and not worry about me trying to kill him (him being Matthew). I sighed. All of these questions that couldn't be answered unless I disappeared. What if I was making the biggest mistake ever? I was deeply surprised that I was having second thoughts about all this. I think it was my love for Keith that kept me from doing it straight away. But he was with Matthew now. He didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for him. I could get him anything he wanted, but I wasn't Matthew. So whatever I did he'd just blow it away anyway.
I rattled through all of my memories. I remembered my parents. What they looked like, and what they did for me. They were both dead. They died in a car crash, when I was ten years old. Four years ago. The car rolled over and I climbed out, covered in glass with a broken arm. When I found my parents in the front of the car my Mum was already dead. My Dad was obviously dying. I held his hand and he whispered to me the words I'll never forget as long as I live, 'I love you hunny, I'll always watch over you no matter what, don't forget me.' He died in front of my eyes... The image burned up in my mind and it flicked over to the next memory. When I was eight years old I got bullied, and I ended up knocking a boy called Ian out. I ended up getting kicked out of school. The image faded and then the next one came along. It was after my parents died. I went insane. My hands were shaking all the time and I didn't speak for nine months straight. I remember running away from it all, finding two guns, stealing some poison and becoming gothic. I took some poison each day, and survived. I never realized how lucky I was to survive a car accident and poison... A few more images went by quickly but then slowed. Something I'll remember for as long as I live, just like the car crash.
There I was, facing the boy I'd never met as the rain poured down from the sky. Fang stood by my side. He wasn't moving, just looking at me as I pointed the guns at him. We spoke to each other, edgy. Until he told me to put the guns down. I did as he said, and started walking away, but strangely, I stopped. I turned back and asked him if he wanted to come with me. He followed as I took him back to my home in the cave. But as he landed the swing over the drop he cut his arm on his knife. I tried to treat it, but it was too hard to see through the rain. I dragged him into the cave, and then asked him if I was bothering him. He told me I was, but everyone does in a way. I told him to treat it himself, but I knew he wouldn't. I started writing a song, but I couldn't concentrate with him there. I looked up at the wrong time. He was looking at me, smiling... Sexily. I looked away quickly, trying to stop myself but I couldn't. I turned around to face him and then... Then I kissed him. When he smirked, I pulled away a little but then, he kissed me so I kissed him. He put his hands on my shoulders and I put my hands on his arms. I must've hurt him, because that's when he pulled away. We spoke for a while longer, and then he had to leave...
The image broke like a smashed diamond and fell down, leaving me staring at the walls again. That boy was Keith Gray. That night was the best night of my life. I wondered if Keith ever thought about it... I heard my name being called and I automatically knew the voice. Matthew. I peered through the darkness and saw a shadow. That had to be him. I hissed something under my breath. He shouldn't be here. How could he even dare to come over to me?
What the fuck do you want Matthew? I spat, looking straight at him. He had to come and ruin it all, didn't he?
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Words: 782 Notes: and now you know what happened :]
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 13, 2010 19:21:30 GMT
He flinched slightly; her voice was as acidly cold as frozen poison. But he remained where he was, staring at her. As though summoned from the memories she'd been having - though of course, Matthew knew nothing about them - a shower of rain began, steadily beating down and coming through the broken shingles on the roof. “I don't specifically want anything, Kiara. I... I had a feeling you was in trouble. Doing something you shouldn't be,” he said, voice low and quick. Matt couldn't explain the strange internal instinct; as soon as he'd heard her voice, he'd just known she was in danger. His eyes lifted upwards, to the barely standing roof. He saw a rope; a noose. A small gasp of shock escaped him as he realised what had been happening. “You... you was going to... going to h- hang yourself...” Matthew was shocked. He'd known Kiara was upset for one reason or another, but not upset enough to kill herself. “Why, Kiara?” he asked. His voice was soft, confused, like a voice of somebody much younger than himself.
Turning slightly from her, Matthew glanced around the room, flinching, seeing all the... corpses. “All these murders... they were you...” No matter what had happened in her past, Matt knew this girl was crazy. It was harsh words, but true ones all the same. With a sigh, the year nine boy turned back around, to watch what Kiara would do next.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Feb 13, 2010 21:15:30 GMT
Rain started pouring down from the sky; just like it did in my memories. But it was different this time. Nothing great was going to happen tonight, bad things were going to happen, I could tell. He told me he didn't want anything in particular. No, you just want to annoy me. I added silently. How could he know if I was in trouble? We had no connection whatsoever, he didn't even care about me so he was here to annoy me, wasn't he? I'm also doing something that I might want to do, I'm always getting myself into trouble. But again; why did he even care? I ignored him, stepping closer to the rope, ready. Now he would know what it was like to watch somebody die right there in front of him. It isn't nice. It's one of the worst things you can see.
Oh, I know. I have watched fourteen people die. My Dad, my twelve murders this week and a clown. That clown deserved to die though. Nobody liked it. It offended people. I know! I know! So maybe it was his job, but seriously... I looked back at Matthew when a gasp escaped him. He saw what I was doing. I sighed, as he pointed it out, and asked me why. It was quite annoying, the way he asked why. He was talking like I was seven and he was seventeen. I couldn't tell him the real reason I wanted to kill myself. Why would I tell him? What could I say even if I did like him. 'Matthew- To tell you the truth. I hate you because you're going out with Keith. Well you know what? I like Keith too, but now you're going out with him, I can't live with it, so I'm going to kill myself.'
No way!
I was compeltely silent, as I watched him look around the room at the twelve corpses. I looked at them too. Their sound faces. Closed eyes. White skin. Paler than anyone else. Sleeping eternally.
All these murders... They were you.
Obviously, I hissed, walking up to him and but stopping a little bit away from him, Twelve people in one week. Two per day. This poor child... I walked over to the unnamed baby, pinching her cheeks with one hand, My eleventh victim. She didn't have a chance to have a life. Two hours after being born... I appeared and then... Her heart stopped beating. My voice was soft and ghostly, I danced over to the six year old, Jessica Dortle. Six years old. Playing in the garden, with her favourite ball. I jumped over her garden fence, shot her, and ran away. My voice was probably becoming scary to Matthew. I'll show him who I really am.
All of these people were innocent, living their lives normally, some playing around, some doing jobs, others couldn't do anything. I've kept them all here. I don't know if you noticed but I went missing all week, going off on killing sprees. Today I return to Sonnisle to say sorry to all of these people. The only way I can do that, is to take my own life away. Make it slow and painful... I was losing my mind. I knew I was. I was pretty much normal when I was in year eight. Now... Well, you can see me now.
I walked up to Matthew, slowly. Teasing him slightly. I stopped right in front of his face. Smiling darkly. I put my hand on his cheek, looking straight into his eyes.
I know what you're thinking, Matthew. You're calling me a psycho. But you know I already know that. I leaned over and sang in his ear, ... Just once in my life, I think it'd be nice, just to lose control, just once. I made my voice scarily child-like. I stood back again, with my hand still on his cheek, making sure he could see straight into my scarred eye.
I just remembered that someone who I'm going to take with me to hell... I whispered.
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Words: 673 Notes: i HAD to make her sing that!! xDD i'm listening to the song right now thinking 'WOAH, KIARA SHOULD DO SOMETHING SCARY' xDD she's really quite scary though isn't she? o.o i bet matthew's going to have a heart attack. xDDD this is the song (the childish version - what i made kiara sing like): CLICK!
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 13, 2010 21:29:08 GMT
Matthew backed away slightly from her, terrified. He felt something behind him; a table - he was trapped, with no way out. The year nine flinched as she placed her hand on his cheek. Her skin was icy cold, like... like she was already dead. The dark haired jock heard her comment on taking somebody to hell with her. It didn't take a genius to know she meant him. He was too numbed with terror and horror to speak; he shook his head slowly, staring right into her eyes.
Matt wasn't any hero - he was quivering beneath his hoodie, realising that tonight it was possible he really could die. This time was different than the beach... Kiara really was crazy now, and Keith wasn't here this time. Dully, the tall year nine wondered what she would do to him.
WORDS;; { one hundred and forty } NOTES;; { scary xD }
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Feb 13, 2010 21:54:03 GMT
I laughed insanely when he started backing away from me. I followed him until he was trapped between me and a table. I shook my head, still smiling like a maniac, staring at him. I felt dead... But so alive. You know you've lost your mind when you feel that way. I giggled again sliding my hand down from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest. He could probably tell I was planning something. Something that was going to hurt him, and possibly me too at the same time. I leaned forward again and whispered; Don't think you can mess with me, Matthew, because I'll come back at any time to get you. It seems like that time is now. If you die, and I survive, I'll save Keith all of the pain and tell him you moved away, and you'll never be able to see him again.
I felt a rush of energy, making me close my eyes because I was feeling dizzy. Imagine that, me, free to love Keith again because Matthew was dead. I could do anything I wanted! I might be able to have him all to myself! I let myself die down again before speaking again. My voice was low and excited.
Sweet dreams.
I threw him aside, making him crash into a wall. The place shook as walls all around us came toppling down. I wasn't afraid to die; I had nothing to lose. I'd have a lot more if I was dead. I'd have a family. Bricks fell from the ceiling, one landing right next to me but I dodged it just in time. I was too busy trying to stay alive to be paying much attention to Matt. I knew the building was going to collapse and kill me if I didn't get out of here soon. I just wanted to watch Matthew close his eyes and stop breathing first...
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Words: 319 Notes: it's not as long as the other posts but it is getting late.
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Post by &&.matthew daskon. on Feb 13, 2010 22:07:11 GMT
He felt his whole body weight slam into the crumbling, rickety wall, and felt the bricks shower all around him. Frantically, he tried to scramble out, but something had landed on his left leg, crushing it. Matt let out a cry of pain as three bricks landed on his crushed leg; it was probably broken. A huge block of brick fell down, hitting his temple; before he was completely knocked out, he yelled, “HELP!” Another part of debris hit him, and he slumped backwards, unconscious. His last thought was, I am going to die. WORDS;; { ninety five. } NOTES;; { none } [/size]
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Post by */ leonhardt jones on Feb 14, 2010 15:38:18 GMT
{ it's scratching on the walls } { in the closet in the halls } { i must confess that i feel like a monster } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - slowly, the dark haired adult stepped out of his home, looking around with a small confused look on his face. he had just woken up suddenly in bed, with no exact idea why. something had drove him to go outside and wait, so the adult had quickly put on a tshirt, jacket, and his jeans, as well as trainers before going out of his room and outside to the estate. of course, he hadn't forgot his gun, because something inside him forced him to his gun with him everywhere, just in case something happened. suppose it was because he worked in the MI6. they told you to always keep a weapon of some kind on you, and it became a habit for leonhardt jones to always keep a handgun with him...
nothing was happening. just as the sonnisle academy secretary was about to turn around to go back indoors, he heard a loud scream coming from the other side of the estate, from the dilapidated house. it had been caught in a fire some years back apparently, and although those living inside it had made it out safely, the house was beyond repair, though no one had knocked it down, yet. leonhardt grabbed his handgun from his belt and started going towards the house, across the road slowly. he constantly looked around, just in case someone was going to attack him, just in case there was an alien (yes, aliens ARE real! hurhur~) about to appear out of nowhere. after a moment, leon had neared the dilapidated building, and inside he heard it collapsed. he looked up, noticing that the building was collapsing.
he also heard laughing in there.
the ex-MI6 agent suddenly ran forward, brushing past the door that was swinging open aimlessly. he glanced around quickly, before running to one of the rooms. he lifted the gun up suddenly, seeing kiara. she was the one laughing?! his eyes widened slightly, and it seemed he hadn't been noticed yet. leon noticed the falling debris, and luckily he was standing in a part of the room that hadn't started to collapse yet. he looked around, his eyes flickering back to kiara every so often, making sure she didn't do anything else. he suddenly noticed all of the corpses. leonhardt felt so sick inside. all these murders... leon looked back at kiara, noticing the torn clothes she wore. his researcher side kicked in. kiara had commited them? he bit his lip, unsure of what to do. then he suddenly stepped back, noticing that the part he was in was starting to collapse.
that was when he saw a living body, not pale and ghostly like the others, slumped on the floor, merely unconscious. leon half knew what to do. he cocked the gun, pointing it at kiara, "get out, now." his voice had a rasped tone to it, "get out of here, NOW, kiara cherrystone!" suddenly he just couldn't keep himself back. leon lunged forward, kneeing kiara in the stomach and then whipping a hand around and hitting one of kiara's temples. that should knock the female out; the temples of your head were pressure points, and if you hit them, then you'd fall unconscious.
leon felt sick inside again. he realised that that had felt fun to do. he flinched, and then grabbed kiara by the arm, dragging her out of the room of corpses and then out of the house. once he had dropped her back on the ground outside, on the crumbling path, he forced himself to not kick her. he felt so.. so murderous... the ex-agent flinched again, darting back inside and letting out a small snarling scream when he brushed his cheek against one of the dead bodies. his eyes were wide, and leonhardt jones felt a piece of debris hit his back. the ceiling was falling quicker and quicker now... he looked towards the other living body he saw, and that was where it was all thickest.
well, he'd have to take a chance, wouldn't he?
the male teacher leaped forward, catching his leg on one of the hands of the corpses, and for a split second he thought it was alive, but he realised they were on the floor too. leon shook a bit as he felt dust fall from the ceiling, covering him and everywhere else. he'd better get out - and fast.
leon lowered himself, going quickly to the body he saw that was most likely unconscious. it was a student. matthew daskon. he remembered the student a bit, he was quite friendly and very likeable. the english teacher let out a loud grunt when he felt a large piece of debris hit his shoulder and then one of his legs. dammit! the secretary grabbed matthew by the legs and pulled him away from the wall, before he grabbed the student and picked him up, flinching in pain when some of the dust caught in his eye.
he vaguely remembered a memory. a memory he'd much rather forget more than anything.
the dark haired adult felt a tear running down his cheek as he slowly limped to the house's exit. he could barely hear anything, everything went muted. he could see, but it went blurry and dark. he could barely feel the debris hitting his body. he couldn't smell anything around her, he smelt burning fire. then he made it out of the house as a huge slab of the ceiling fell where he was. leon dropped matt on the overgrown grass as he tripped over, suddenly feeling a large weight of pain on his foot. he twisted around frantically, forgetting kiara and matt were there, and he attempted to pull his leg out from under the pile of slabs and concrete. he managed it, but leon knew that his foot was probably sprained, or worse, broken.
and then he wondered how he knew how to go out of his house to rescue his students.
a sixth sense? can i sense danger, like how most animals can? or... leon groaned quietly, sitting up and forcing the thoughts out of his head. there were more important things happening here.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Feb 14, 2010 17:34:02 GMT
I danced out of the way of falling bricks, laughing at Matthew as he screamed and cried for help. It wouldn't take long before he was out. I was right, a brick fell on his head... Was he unconscious or dead? I walked forwards to him, and crouched down beside him as more bricks fell around us, I put my hand near his face. Crap he was still breathing. I let out a frustrated sigh and walked away from him. Hopefully, more bricks would fall on him and kill him off. I looked at him once and started laughing again, not realizing Leon had entered the breaking building. That's when my blue-green eyes flicked to the side, and shock filled me as I noticed the teacher, stood there, looking over all of the dead people around us. My heart almost stopped. I am so expelled.
[/color] I wouldn't be surprised if I was expelled. I'm... I'm a threat. If people find out then... They'll all be scared of me. I could get locked up... I could be killed off myself. I'm... I'm a murderer. I was so busy thinking I didn't realize what was going on around me. Even though I was still staring at Leon, shocked. I wasn't smiling any more, I just wanted a bomb to land on the building and set it on fire again, burn me away, and take my ashes with the wind. I started paying attention again, to see the teacher was pointing his own gun at me. I knew he wanted to kill me. Show me how it felt for all of the people I murdered. He shouted at me to get out of the building but I was frozen in my position. I didn't know what to do... Before I knew what was going on he lunged at me, kneeing me in the stomach and hitting my temple. I gasped once before going completely unconscious on the floor. My luck had completely turned on me tonight. I knew I should've killed myself when I had the chance earlier on. How did he know we were here? How the hell did Matthew know I was here? Had he heard me singing? WOAH! How embarrassing... I don't even know if I sound good. I stopped thinking then. And I had no idea what happened after that. The only thing I felt was the air getting colder around me. *** Words: 400 Notes: o.o good thinking.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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