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Just Flew In and Boy Are My Arms Tired; [Open]
Topic Started: Feb 15 2014, 01:04 PM (671 Views)
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Sam'd seen harsh winters in his time; heck, most everyone who'd ever seen snow had seen at least one bad winter. But this one? With the whole Polar Vortex thing everyone on the news kept chirping about? It'd been rough. Early January he'd left after a call from Lucinda Guthrie'd alerted him to dire straits back home.

He'd returned to find a barn collapsed under snow, animals dying without a roof to warm'em. It wasn't like winter was a big harvest time so crops weren't the concern. Dead cows, dead horses, dead pigs and chickens? Definitely a big issue.

Hard work, putting up a lean-too that big in the dead of a winter Ice Storm. Harder still putting up one that'd hold up for longer than a week in that sort of wicked wind and cold. He kept his ma and siblings fed just like Paige did, but there were bigger concerns, skin-of-the-teeth concerns.

Early February the porch roof fell in too. The old house was a rickety, age-old thing, handed down through quite a few generations, and the farm itself was a labor of love more than profit. But they'd cleared that out too, and it seemed the inclement weather was finally deciding to take a break, and so at the start of this week Sam had decided to go ahead and make plans to head back north, where the weather was worse but the conditions a bit more prepared.

It'd been a long cold go of it, too. Sam could have flown, but between aggravating the normies to whatever sanction du jour SHIELD had on such heinous acts like "public display of superpowers", he didn't want to risk it. So it was a Boeing out of CVG into LaGuardia and then a long and quiet taxi ride back to Westchester and Salem Center proper. The people in North Salem though, they had an understanding with the X-Men, and from there, he'd shot skywards in a ball of fire and thunder, and it felt good, spreading those ol' wings for the first time in who knew how long.

Cumberland County, they knew what he was, but the vocal minority'd never supported it outside a close few, so Sam always figured out of sight out of mind.

It was a short trip from there, a half hour's walk from city center to Xavier's main drag cut into a sparse five circles of the watchface, and Sam's feet landed smoking and hot on the pavement, enough to cut a clear way through any ice that might have tried to slip him up.

Card Key Meet Door. Sam Meet Home.

He felt less out of the loop than he'd expected in those first few hours back; a good sign. Nobody dead, nobody dying, not a bigot or a skinned knee in site. Settling in had been quick; laundry was in order. Two months of beard and unkempt hair plagued him still but he'd address all that in the morning; now he sat in the cafeteria, quiet and slowly sating himself with some baked beans and ham while he organized lesson plans for the coming weeks and reviewed the reports from the people who'd been substituting for him.
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It was only February, but Evvy had already relented on her little resolution. It had been a joke anyway. She was still dressing a little more quirky than her usual jeans, tank, and hoodie combo, but by no means was she pushing her boundaries. Or the boundaries of what was acceptable around the school. Her hair, however, was an extremely cheery cherry red. Nothing wrong with following the spirit of the resolution instead of the specific rule she'd initially set out.

The amount of color that went down the drain when she rinsed her hair convinced her it would be dull and brassy looking, but when it dried off it was vibrant.

She grinned at her reflection, not caring at the moment that her hands were as bright a red as her hair. Maybe Nori would have a trick to keep that from happening next time. Or maybe she should have worn the gloves. Yeah. Probably.

Squeaky clean, Ev tugged on an outfit that was more 'her' than the ones she'd been coming up with so far this year, except for the boots. They had heels on them. If there was one thing the plant manipulator didn't do, it was heels. They were just plain stupid if you were planning on doing anything interesting or spending a ton of time standing. But she'd gotten them nonetheless. While she was a little more wobbly than she'd like, it was nice to feel a little less short.

Thus armed and garbed for the day, she made her way down to get some food. A lot of her focus was on just walking. It might've been for the best, otherwise she might have worried about people looking at her. If not because her hands, because- well, mostly because of her hands.

Thoughts of dye and possible falls slipped from her head when she saw a familiar face digging into some beans. "Hi Sam!" she greeted him cheerfully, pausing on her way to get her own meal. "Did you just get back?" She liked the oldest Guthrie. Even when she was a scared, shy little kid here, he was one of the few that didn't make her nervous.
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Daniel scratched his scruff as he scrolled through the PDF of the application for Empire U’s history program. Many of their classes were online so it was a viable option for the mutant tracker to finish his degree. The entrance essay wouldn’t be a problem. There was always the nervousness associated with trying to gain entrance since sometimes it seemed if the admission’s agent picked students by throwing darts at a dartboard. His real concern was if his previous credits would fully transfer. Daniel hated the idea that he might have to repeat classes because he was only getting partial credit. Then again, were some of his credits still current?

It was Sunday so he was free from his own teaching obligations and most of the training sessions. He wanted to get as much accomplished as possible during his down time. The work was stressful but rewarding. Between his own training, teaching classes and looking into the different history degrees Daniel was feeling the burden but knew he could handle it. He had taken on much more in the past so teaching mutants while learning to rein in his own powers was going to be a piece of cake, unless of course it killed him in the process.

Shepherd could feel his eyes begin to cross as he stared at the computer screen rubbed the heels of his palms against his eyes. Leaning back and staring at the ceiling he took his focus from the computer and just allowed his mind to hum with his mutant tracking ability. Over the years his radar had expanded and he was now stretched out to what he figured was twenty-five miles. There were a lot of mutants moving across his field of perception. Most of them he could not pin to a face yet but he did recognize a fair number. He watched them move about like specimen under a microscope. Sometimes they would exit his field of view and sometimes they would enter. One had entered a short while ago and moved slowly and appeared to stop for a few minutes. Long grass billowing in the wind.. Suddenly, the aura took off like a rocket in a trajectory directed at the school and it seemed to be picking up speed.

Shepherd sprang to his feet and ran to the window on the computer lab. Something was moving toward them. A vapor trail marked the path behind it. Shepherd ran down the hall and burst through a side door. Maybe he could shoot it down with his shrapnel before it reached the school. Daniel braced his feet and clenched his fists. He focused on creating the largest shards he could manage; he imagined the jagged blue shards slicing through the air and lightning speed like deadly serving platters. “Cannonball’s back!” a voice said nearby.

A couple of students were building a snowman. They had turned and were pointing toward the sky as if their next words would be “It’s a bird” and “No, it’s a plane.”

Daniel relaxed slightly. “You know him?” he asked, not having noticed before but there was a roar, like a cross between an engine and an acetylene torch.

Daniel saw Cannonball land and make his way inside. Daniel rubbed his arms against the cold outside. Feeling better that the school was not under attack from some rocket propelled mutant the history teacher made his way back inside. Applications to the land of higher learned awaited.

After a while Daniel completed the applications for several online programs. He devoted much more focus because it was like a Band-Aid, rip it off and get it over with. By the time he was finished he needed a few letters of recommendation and possibly more than just a sandwich in his stomach. Dan packed his notes into his bag and headed toward the Cafetorium. He knew Cannonball and Briar were inside before he entered. Long grass billowing in the wind. The thrum of a hummingbird.

Daniel opened the door to find that Evvy had changed her hair color. Shepherd gave a glance toward his fellow mutants but decided to grab his food first. He dished some ham and baked beans on his plate and grabbed a can of Coke. He moved toward the other mutants. “Hey, Evvy. I like the new do, I think the new color suits you,” he said smiling. “You’re Cannonball, right? A couple of the students pointed you out as you landed. Honestly, I thought the school was under missile attack for a bit there. No offence, but I was gonna shoot you out of the sky.”

Daniel took a seat with the pair. “I’m still pretty new and haven’t learned all the ins and outs. My name is Daniel. Dan. My training tag is Shepherd, though. I teach history.”
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Mouth half-stuffed with Busch's he looked up at the tinkle of another voice, quickly hauling down the food and wiping at his face when Evvy came up with a cordial greeting and a question, and at her approach he quickly stood, as was only courteous in front of a lady.

"Mmhm," He started, holding a finger up til he was done. "Eheh, yeah, just flew in and boy are my arms tired."

His attempt at humor was perhaps boring but it was wholly him. Sam was uncomplicated, or tried to be, and in regards to joking he usually either didn't or took the humorous path of least resistance. Evvy herself was chipper as she always seemed to be, and happy denizens of this place in turn made Sam happy. So much of the last year had been tragedy following tragedy, hell, the last four years as a whole hadn't been much different, and so the relative quietude, the silence in what was basically recuperation, it all made Ol' Kentucky feel a little bit better about life, despite the red-feathered contentions it still held.

"Should be back to teachin' come tomorrow, though." He said. "Nice to be home though."

He caught himself on that one, feeling maybe more than a little guilty that this places was more home to him now that the place that he was raised, than the place where much of his family lived, the place he was always trying so hard to keep head-over-water.

Another voice and Sam's head turned to the approaching figure, a face that wasn't all too familiar if at all. The guy gave a smile and a winsome compliment to Miss Zeni and then turned his attention to Hayseed, asking for his name, to which Sam quickly moved a step closer, offering his own hand for a shake. "Yeah, yeah, Cannonball's my field name but you know most people jus' call me Sam."

He couldn't shake the familiarity of the guy; but he couldn't bring up a name either until he'd said something, and Sam'd spend the next day wondering if they'd met briefly before and he was just too ding-batty to remember, or if he was just having one of those deja-vu moments and it was all in his head.

He laughed at the abated tragedy. "You wouldn't be the first to try." He said. "One time way back I was flyin' in after sneakin' out with uh... someone... and comin' back late at night Cyclops almost pegged me out of the air. Ye'd figure I'd learn."

The guy further introduced himself and Sam completed the handshake (assuming it wasn't unwanted of course). "Well welcome aboard the craziest ride this side of Mr. Toad's!" he huffed, leaning back on one foot, casting an eye in Briar's direction. "Ain't that right, Miss Z?"
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Ev's smile widened into a grin at his joke. It was a silly and cliche joke but he made it funny by just not caring. People who took their jokes too seriously tended to fall flat for her. Trying too hard maybe.

"It's good to have you back man," she added when he said how good it was to be home. She'd been gone for a long time but it was home again for her already. It was the only place that ever really had felt like home, and she was among the only people alive that felt like her family. Some more than others.

Evvy brightened up even more, if that was possible, when Daniel complimented her hair. She liked how it turned out but compliments were always nice, and she getting them from people who were done with puberty was even better.

"Thanks. Its a good thing I like this color," she laughed and then held up her bright red hands for inspection. "Or this would be a bit of a problem huh?"

The guys introduced each other and she confirmed Sam's statement with a "It's wild here, that's for sure" before having her attention re-captured by thoughts of food. Her stomach complained loudly and she was momentarily torn between Sam, Dan, and stuffing her face. Food won. "I'll be right back, right now there's some pasta calling my name and I can't leave it waiting."
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Get up. Go to shower, trim your scruffy beard, and brush your teeth. Get dressed. Read a chapter of your book. Do a little work. Have you eaten this week? No, no you haven't, you've been powered up to long while awake. Go eat.

His monotonous inner narration had recently developed, and the thing, while annoying, had kept him from falling back into the levels of depressed her ended the past year in. It had been a good two weeks since someone had asked him 'what is wrong, Mr. Rasputin?', and he planned to make it another two weeks. He kept an affably neutral look on his face as he walked towards the cafeteria to get himself a helping of nutrition. His appetite hadn't returned fully, so when he stopped one of the day's servers from heaping food onto the plate, they only briefly allowed a look to pass over their eyes. They were used to it by now, probably, but every now and then they seemed to be surprised he still wasn't eating much. Piotr only ate properly when he was having a family meal with Illyana, just so she wouldn't ask him what was wrong or something. And were he to be honest with himself, he had lost too much weight and was looking a bit drawn up.

But this mode of introspection did not distract him from seeing the face of Sam Guthrie sitting beside Daniel, and he made a beeline over to sit with them and welcome his friend home.

Piotr walked up to the table, passing Evvy as he did, and sat his tray on its surface as he took a seat, a small sigh emitting from his lips. His plate looked unnaturally bare, considering his large appetite, but at least he'd shaven again this month. His hair was still long enough to have to slick back to keep out of his eyes, but that was fine for now.

"Good to see you back, Sam. How is everyone?"

The Colossus knew as much as the next man about Sam's family, but unlike a few of the other mutants their age around the school, nearly all of what he knew came from Sam himself. Like his own family used to be, the Guthries were farmers. Unlike the Rasputins, though, they were fruitful in numbers. Which probably made getting things done a lot easier, even if Piotr could pull the giant plow behind him without use of a tractor.

"I hope everything went smoothly."
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Daniel reached out and shook Sam’s hand. The man who looked like a mountaineer had a friendly face and a hearty handshake. Dan was a little old fashioned in that way. He felt that the handshake gave a good impression. It was something that he had heard growing up and had applied it in his own life. He didn’t want to get hit hand crushed in a vicelike grip but it was disappointing if you encountered a dead fish handshake. Daniel always wanted, and felt, it was important to present yourself as firm and confident. He got a sense of confidence from Sam’s calloused and hard-working hand.

Shepherd was glad that Sam didn’t take it too hard about the comment about being shot out of the sky. The idea of someone sneaking in…someone…to the mansion after hours was enough to make Mr. Oliver chuckle. It didn’t really seem like too much had changed after all. “Brave man. The most I ever did was take a late night chicken run down to KFC after lights out. Not the most daring but I see we both know something about cravings,” Daniel laughed.

Evvy smiled when Daniel had complimented her, which was nice. He felt she was very genuine and down to earth. She held up her hands and showed that the dye had stained her skin a matching shade to her hair. Daniel had never had to deal with hair dye and thanked his lucky stars that Brandon hadn’t gone through a phase where he wanted blue or purple hair. The red color looked good on Evvy but Mr. Oliver looked back with sad fondness for the potential that his son could have had. “Evvy, when I worked in the garage back home I would use Lava soap to clean my hands. It has pumice grit in it to help exfoliate you clean. But don’t let the guys in the garage know that I ever used the word exfoliate,” he said with a helpful nod.

Their group grew in number and in size when the colossal Russian joined their table. Piotr sat down with his tray of food. “Have a seat, Pete and take a load off,” Daniel said to make him feel welcomed.

Then he asked of Sam, “So, where’s home for you? Not to judge a book by its accent but I would guess somewhere with mountains and possibly ’hollers’. I can say, though, in Texas, we had one but not the other,” Daniel said.
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Justin’s stomach growled while he was reading; alerting him to the fact that he needed food. He hadn’t eaten in a while, so he supposed he needed sustenance. The X-Student generally had a stash of snacks in his bedside draw so if he got peckish, he’d dip into his snack draw. He didn’t want to have a snack, he wanted a proper meal. So, with that in mind, the disabled grabbed two or three books (so he wouldn’t be bored and so he could read while he ate), his mobile and then left his room.

As he made his way to the Cafeteria, he smiled and waved at his fellow students. He really should attempt to get to know more of his fellow students. He only knew a few students and thought that he should make an effort to befriend more students; it couldn’t hurt. Plus, the more allies and friends you had, the better. They’d no doubt come in handy later on, and Justin wanted to have people who he could rely on and who could be trusted. The X-Student also liked helping people and he knew he’d be there if one of his friends needed his help; it was only natural give back when his friends helped him, after all.

Justin reached the Cafetorium (which he thought was a weird name) and inhaled and exhaled, looking around as he did so. The disabled brunette got a tray and got some finger food and a juice, putting the books on the tray also. He searched for a place but found only the table with Colossus and two other adults. The other tables seemed to be either empty or filled with giggling school girls or younger kids, and since he didn’t want to be by himself or have to be with hyperactive kids, he figured the adults table was the only viable option. He knew one of the other adults, Mr Oliver so it wouldn’t be too bad. Justin hoped the adults wouldn’t mind a student coming to sit with them. Only way to find out.

He headed to the table and then stopped a few paces, somewhat nervous. Would they want some random student sitting with them when they could easily have an intelligent conversation amongst themselves. For a moment, the disabled student thought about going to one of the empty tables but he thought it might seem strange if he left now. So with that, Justin asked a question.

“Erm…excuse me, do you mind if I sit down with you?”
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Zeni excused herself and Sam watched her head off to the chow line before his attentions turned back to Oliver momentarily. Briar was a good kid, sweet-hearted and often smiling. It was good to see the number of those times on the up and up.

An old friend's face made itself present. Piotr Rasputin, impressive as always in sheer size, loomed up next to them with amity on his face painted over something more distant. Guthrie'd always wondered what he was thinking about, this hulk of a guy who could be so intimidating in the field but so otherwise gentle and quiet in every other aspect of his life. Of course, Sam counted him among his friends, though not so close as his own inner circle. There were too many people around to get close with everyone, but nonetheless the brotherhood that stemmed from being mutual members of Earth's premier mutant-only fighting force steeled them in camaraderie, pun intended.

"Hey, Pete." He voiced. "Everyone's well can't say the same for the barn but it's on its way."

Daniel offered Colossus a seat and the conversation carried itself onwards. Sam took the chance to jaw some more on what his tray offered and looked up when the focus shifted back to him.

"Kentucky, actually." He began. "Cumberland Gap area."

He gave a nod as he finished chewing before he talked too much more. "Farmers. Little tough with all the slopes but we manage well enough." He said. "Land's rich if you know how to work it. We don't got a lot but we got enough."

It wasn't long though before another voice made itself known, and Sam turned his face to find a student, one he didn't recognize but nonetheless the kid looked like he'd just gotten caught pulling a bobcat's tail, and asked if he could take a seat. Sam gave, almost immediately, a nonchalant shrug. "Don't see any reason why not." He said before scooting down a bit to afford a bit more room at the rapidly filling table.

A few seconds past filled with more eating before Sam wiped a hand on a napkin and then a pantleg, throwing his hand out. "Sam Guthrie." he said, and then, in a round robin, motioned to the others. "Mr. Oliver, Mr. Rasputin, annd..." he craned his head back around, looking for an approaching Evelyn.
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Ev nodded to Daniel at his suggestion. If she could get some lava soap, she'd take his advice. If not, she'd deal with red hands for a while. It didn't bother her much. It wasn't like it mattered. Maybe when she was younger she would have been self-conscious but now she thought it was funny.

Evelyn piled her plate high with pasta, sprinkled it liberally with Parmesan, and snagged a couple of garlic rolls for good measure. Just what she needed to get her through the day. She got a raised eyebrow for the amount she got, but she just shrugged. It wasn't like she was going to waste it. When she got back to the table, there were twice as many people there.

Sam was just finishing making his introductions. "Evelyn," she supplied for him, taking a seat again. "Hey," she smiled at Pete and the younger student before turning her attention to her food, which she began eating with a vengeance.

Considering that she was pretty small, she had a great deal, but there was no doubt she'd manage it all. All of her training sessions, studying, and whatever else she crammed into her day before passing out meant she needed to eat enough to make up for it if she wanted the energy to get through it all.
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“Have a seat, Pete and take a load off,” Piotr bowed his head graciously, taking his seat among his friends and quickly setting to his meagerly sized meal.

"Hey, Pete." Sam said. "Everyone's well can't say the same for the barn but it's on its way."

Piotr smiled, happy to hear the relative good news. "One day, it might be nice to visit your farm. Likely is not so quiet as one I had back home, but I bet is just as much a spectacle."

Sam and Daniel got to speaking of the hayseed's home, and Piotr chewed the mouthful he just helped himself to, watching a student debate the hard things with himself. Things like sitting with the adults.

“Erm…excuse me, do you mind if I sit down with you?”

Piotr nodded along with Sam as the man invited the boy to sit, and like a few of the others already at the table, the Colossus couldn't exactly place a face to the name of the student. Truth of the matter is, that was probably a good thing. If he could say he recognized every face in the school, it wouldn't mean he was more sociable; it would mean the school was nearly empty. That there were more and more kids he didn't know meant that the school was growing, even among the times of adversity.

"Sam Guthrie. Mr. Oliver, Mr. Rasputin," Piotr gave the boy a small wave at the sound of his name.

"Call me Piotr."

"Evelyn, Hey," the lovely lady finished the introductions as she returned to her seat. Pete returned the smile she gave him with one of his own. Then he saw her own plate and chuckled at the mental image of a tiny girl eating her way through a mountain of food.

"Don't worry about the red hands, comrade," Piotr addressed the student, a small attempt at levity bubbling forth, "Evelyn only strangles the ones who stamp on her plants. On the good side, more students pay used to the Stay off the Grass signs."
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Justin and his distinct mutant aura, a shuffling deck of cards, appeared and joined the X-Men and faculty at the lunch table. It was probably an intimidating feat for a student to join the 'grown-ups'. Daniel remembered that when he was in school there was a distinct separation between the two groups but at the Xavier mansion all levels of faculty and training experience were very open to other layers in the heirarchy in general. Obviously, during mission time the students, and even non-field team Faculty, were held at arms length. Sam gave a round of introductions but Evvy was a new edition to the faculty since Sam's absence.

Dan smirked slightly at the enthusiasm at which Evvy attacked her tray. The plant manipulator wasn't afraid of how others perceived her and Daniel liked that. A lot of mutants seemed to have that quality though Shepherd knew it would be hard to keep your chin up in some instances. If you happened to be sprouting antlers or radioactive green skin you were certainly more likely to draw more attention.

One thing that Daniel loved about the school was the variety of backgrounds that everyone had. Piotr was Russian, Sam was from Kentucky, and Daniel had come from Texas and Nebraska. It allowed them to have a wide range of perspectives. "And I heard that the roses had learned to defend themselves," Daniel added to what Piotr had joked.

"I've never been to Kentucky," Dan said to Sam. "I mainly stayed around Texas and Nebraska. When I was a student here I didn't travel very much either. My ex and I had wanted to visit every state and we always wanted to see the fabled Kentucky blue grass...and maybe a couple of Kentucky bourbon distilleries."

Daniel gave a look to Justin sitting at their table and added, "Once we were of legal drinking age, of course."
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Justin was relieved when the guy nearest to him said he could join them. The brunette set his tray down and parked his butt on the bench. To be honest, he was a little nervous. What if his conversation skills were less than satisfactory here? Oh god, what if they asked him to leave due to his poor conversation skills? That would be very humiliating!

When the man nearest to Justin introduced himself and the others, the brunette felt a little better about there, since he now had a name to a face but when Sam thrust his hand out for a handshake, Justin looked to his hands and chided himself. How could he forget the gloves? He was with people most of the time so he should remember them, but apparently food had overridden his sense of wisdom. Too late to do anything about it now, though.

“Oh, I…I can’t, sorry. No gloves,” was all Justin said, keeping his hands away from Sam’s outstretched one. He knew what would happen but he just didn’t know which handprint the poor man would receive. “Nice to meet all of you, though.” After this, he went back to eating silently. An older girl came back and said, ‘hey’, which Justin acknowledged by giving her a small smile. See, the brunette was pretty much used to his powers by now but really didn’t want to get close to people, in case he hurt them. It may be dumb bur his sort of power was destructive. It sucked, he couldn’t touch people for fear of hurting them.

Justin nodded when the big Russian said to call him by his first name. The brunette then smiled a little Piotr’s comment. Mr Oliver added a statement that made Justin chuckle a little. He heard Mr Oliver’s statement, without interruption, preferring to eat some more of his food. Mr Oliver’s next avowal caused Justin to chortle a little.

“Sorry, it’s just that some students are known to have alcoholic beverages at some point.” That was the longest sentence had uttered thus far, and it was probably a stupid one at that. No doubt the adults would think Justin to be strange; rather it’s what the brunette thought they thought about him.

[OOC: So sorry for keeping you guys waiting]
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