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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:36 am
Reservation (just in case)
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:37 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:40 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:41 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:41 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 7:42 am
All of the above are reserved for newtpox! I mean...catpox! I mean...oh, nevermind.
domokun heart
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 7:11 am
 Facts about white lions- Panthera leo krugeri- recessive gene, like white tigers - disadvantage in nature due to high visibility - found in wildlife reserves (South America) - extinct in the wild - once rumor; colouration confirmed in 1975 Sabriel's facts- Prince - big teeth - claws - one in existance - best 'evil guardian'? - panther killers "Are you sure you want 'panther killers' in there?" "Pantah kellahs." Sabriel said stubbornly. He watched her closely to make sure she wrote it down, clinging to Prince the lion plushie, who was helping keep watch on her. The toddler was illiterate to the extreme, but he was certain 'panther killers' would have a grasp on things like that, since they were smart. She suspected she'd turned him against the cats for life with her ploy back in the store. So much for great ideas. Giving in, Chin wrote that down and glanced towards the book in her lap, the side that wasn't occupied by a grumpy toddler and his pet. What if...what if she could get Sabriel to raise money for them? To 'save the lions'? It might open his eyes to doing things that were actually good instead of destructive. Or she was really too hopeful for her own good. This deserved a little more thought.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:05 pm
Chin The idea went badly.
First off, black crayons were in short supply. Sabriel used a pen, and tried to stab me with it, seeing it had a pointy end. Ink ended up everywhere.
He didn't want anything to do with this project until he was allowed to draw a panther. For hating them so much, he's oddly obsessed. Said panther got its ears mutilated at the revelation that, no, their ears were round, and ended up looking like a deranged chinchilla with fangs. FEAR.
Oh, right. The fangs. No proper panther comes without fangs and knives for claws!
When asked about the brown scribbles, Sabriel explained - "S'dry bloods. Dry bloods're brown." sounding disgusted I even had to ask. I don't want to know where he got that fact from. Some good things did come out of the venture (thankfully!). In the end, he learned a few solid facts about lions and drawing, and got to tack it up in the Entrance Hall where everyone could see it as they walked in. Not without a fight; Chin did her best to hide it behind some other papers, but Sabriel caught on, and the horrible bloody panther was stuck in plain sight. No amount of wheedling could change his mind. And once the stubborn little Mishap's mind was set, it was a good idea to leave him alone. Not quite ready to give up, she bought him a book about lions and left it at that. For now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:06 am
OMGwtf?! O_O
It started with the books. Sabriel was sure of it - they appeared all of a sudden, lying around the floor, stacked up in threes and fours by his guardian's bed. Many of them were in bright, colorful colors, and they affected Chinchillie's brain every time she read them. And she read them a LOT. The girl retired early, murmuring softly to herself while leafing through the pages, and sometimes he heard crying in the middle of the night. Whatever was in those books hypnotized people. He was sure of it.
One day, the books disappeared. When Chin returned from the library she was frowning, and went straight for the Mishap in his playpen, leaning over the railing to look down at him. A letter was clutched in one hand. He looked at it with interest. Maybe he'd gotten a present or something?
Not at all. "Sabriel." Scanning the letter, as though collecting her thoughts, she then took a deep breath and plunged into the killer. "You're going to have a new brother - or sister - soon."
WHAT?!
He stared at her. Right then, the words didn't sink in all the way. The books! Chinchillie waited. "Um." she said after a while. "Okay, then. We can talk about this later?" She didn't sound too hopeful about the results. When he stayed frozen, the girl tried to smile at him, waited a bit longer, and then left. The snap of the door closing brought him to his senses.
No, damnit! He didn't want a stinking BROTHER! No, no, NO! He gave a yowl of absolute horror, clinging uselessly to the bars. He was going to be replaced and couldn't do a thing about it! Prince sat watching the scene. The white lion plushie wisely kept its silence as Sabriel ranted and raved, tails smashing hard enough to chip paint as they slapped into the playpen sides. A terse silence settled over the room when the toddler realized nobody was coming to answer the screaming, and slowly sat down, fuming.
He'd never forgive this. Never.
Crossposted from GMFC nursery.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:58 pm
RP with Lenore a.k.a. the Bird - cat pancakes all around!
What had started as an innocent visit to the playground had ended up in difficulty, as most things surrounding the toddlerized Mishap did. If she locked him in the room, boarded up the windows, chained the door shut, and swallowed the key, he'd get out and be somewhere he shouldn't be by the end of the day.
Sabriel stuck his tongue out at her. He went on trying to clamber across the top of the monkeybars, tails swinging in a wheel to keep his balance. He put out a paw to one of the bars....and slipped.
But he clenched his claws tight and rolled upside down, looking into Chin's face, mid-gasp. A smirk found its way on his own face. Gotcha there, didn't I? it said.
She didn't know what to do until he actually came down, unless she grabbed him from the bars herself, a sure recipe for landing them both on the ground. Chinchillie settled for tailing him across the roof of the playfort. Maybe someone else could help. Trying one more time, she shouted, "Sabriel, get DOWN here already!" Whatever made her put up with him this long?
Len was wandering the grounds as usual, not going anywhere in particular.
"Cripes. Crappy day..." She complained to Sadako, who was nestled in the crook of the girl's arm. Her ear caught the sound of shouting from the playground, and she started towards it. She wanted a bit of new company.
"Hey, whoever it is - oh. Cat." Len's cheerful greeting wavered, but she hitched her smile back on determinedly. She'd wanted company, and she'd be damned if the fact that it was a cat was going to deter her.
"Hi, Sabriel," she said, waving pleasantly to him and to Chin. "Haven't seen you in a while!"
"Lenore! Hi!" A familiar face! Thank the heavens! Chin's exasperated expression faded, although not entirely disappearing, as she waved back. In fact, she was thinking about asking Len, though the girl wasn't looking very happy. "Yeah." She blinked. It hadn't been -that- long, but Len was...way taller. Hm.
Curled atop the plastic roof like a royal throne, Sabriel was quick to spot Len, wandering towards the playground with Sadako as company. WAS that Len? He suffered a moment of confusion, seeing that she'd grown. But there wasn't mistaking The Bird. Not possible at all.
"Bird." he muttered. Then, "'Lo." in a louder voice, with a definitely unfriendly tone. If she was going to help Chin's crusade on dragging him down, she had another thing coming.
Ignoring the edge in Sabriel's voice, Len graced the Cat with another wave before turning to Chin.
"Hiya, Miss Chin," She said. "How've you been?"
In Len's arms, Sadako let a low hiss escape in rude greeting to Sabriel. Oh, she remembered him well...
Ignore him, would she? Fine. Sabriel sniffed. His sulk was broken by a hiss coming from Len's direction, a hiss that, when he turned to pinpoint it, found to be coming from an evilpossesseddollthingy he knew just as well as she knew him. Sadako still freaked him out. What to do, what to do...
Hissing in return, the Cat dug his claws into the roof - deep enough that he felt it give way, a wrenching feeling like falling. He stifled a yelp and clung until stability returned, then glared murder at the playfort, like it had thought of this. The plastic had ripped off at his feet, popping an idea into his head as he looked at it. Picking the chunk of plastic up, Sabriel squinted and took careful aim at the doll and Lenore. Ammo!
"Pretty good - if you don't count a little stress. Nothing too bad, though." Chin said truthfully. Well...not entirely truthfully, depending on your viewpoint. Sabriel was in danger right this moment, wasn't he? "It's hard to be unhappy when it's nearly spring! How about you?" She was somewhat reluctant to ask. Lenore hadn't been looking very cheerful on the way over.
The hissing fit hadn't gone unnoticed - turning around to give Sabriel a Look, she found herself with a piece of red plastic aimed straight for them. "Don't you dare!" she yelped, forgetting about the Look in the face of danger. "I swear to God, if you throw that...!"
Nope. Not stressed at all.
Cheered up by the pleasant company, Len shrugged.
"That's good! Well, not the stress, but being good is... good." she said. "I like spring. It's warm, and we don't have to stay inside, and there's no snow." She added, kicking at the hated white stuff to make her point. Glancing up at Sabriel and the Potentially Dangerous Thing in his hand, she snorted.
"Oh, please." She muttered, cocking an eyebrow. So the Cat was already going to try something, huh? Severely tempted to make a wind to knock him off his perch, she turned back to Miss Chin.
"Don't matter if he chucks it or not," she said dismissively. "Won't make it halfway. Anyway, I'm good. Thank you for asking."
Pleased she'd rattled him already, Sadako waved to Sabriel insolently. Silly cat.
The snow retaliated by drifting up in a cloud and sticking to Lenore. Chin, still watching Sabriel, didn't know why Len was so sure about their safety. He had pretty good aim when he tried. Placing trust on her confidence, she nodded slowly, keeping an ear out though she looked back at the bird Mishap. "Yes." she agreed, dreamily. "I love spring. You're doing good? That's...well...good. M'glad to hear it." Yup.
"We need a picnic when the weather gets warmer. It's only right." Chin added on the end, very seriously.
All three insults were just about the limit for Sabriel. First Lenore, then Sadako, now being ignored again! Letting out a strangled shriek, he scrambled down as close to the edge as he dared and hurled the plastic at Sadako. If only he was close enough - he'd rip her beady eyes out and throw them in the lake and...ARGHHHHH!
Sabriel's sudden motion caught Len's attention before she could reply. As the plastic hurtled towards her, she made a backhanded swiping motion. A sudden gust howled across the grounds, stirring up the snow and catching the plastic bit. It tumbled and spun in midair before being pitched far in the opposite direction.
Try it again, and that'll be YOU, Len thought, giving Sabriel a sweet smile. Looking down at herself, she sighed and started brushing the snow off.
"Guuuuagh, I can't stand snow," she muttered, then adding, "Y'know, I think a picnic would be lovely... just so we could get to know each other and stuff. Me an' my family don't really get out much - we hardly know anyone."
Everyone had surprises, didn't they? Chin tossed an impressed look at Len, then grinned, noticing the smile. Deimos had mentioned something about alignments before - it might be the same thing. Still, she didn't think she'd ever get used to it.
"Same here." Making a few calculations on her fingers, she laughed. "We know...I think...nine people?" She was struck by how pathetic it sounded when actually put into numbers.
That was all she had time to say. The toddler's angry shouts were cut off by the sight of the plastic spinning inches past his head to soar off to the other end of the playground. The feeling the magic gave him was an unpleasant shock. Sense went straight out the window at that feeling - the anger was back in full force and more. A push with his hind feet shoved him into space, claws spread for the fall, not a single thought of missing Len and going splat on the ground in his head.
In fact, he'd rather splat than miss.
What the -- He JUMPED! Seeing her "baby" about to suicide, Chin was certain she screamed, and the words a person could make out were highly child-innappropriate. She crashed right into Len on the way to the rescue and didn't notice. That was where he should end up. Or else nobody was going to be there to catch him. He jumped! Sabriel, you idiot!
"Oh no you don't." Lenore hissed, throwing up her arms with hands wide open as though to catch the Cat. The wind howled again, a shear roaring up from above her and kicking up more snow into a minature blizzard. The wind caught Sabriel but didn't throw him - though Len wasn't being gentle, since it whipped at his fur and tails rather harshly. Scowling at the Cat, Lenore waited until he was at a safe height before letting the carrying wind abruptly die.
"Bit of a temper, huh?" She said casually to Chin, brushing off more snow from her hair and clothes.
Not gentle at all. The wind hurt, gusting up between his sensitive paws. It slapped his own tails against him once or twice. Sabriel pressed his ears flat and bore it with gritted teeth, and when it dumped him into the snow, huddled up in a battered lump of fur.
"You idiot." Chin whispered aloud. She was shaking. "Thank you so much, Len." When her legs worked again, she lifted the toddler up - one of those rare times where he didn't care at all, only buried his nose in her shoulder and rumbled, trembling all over. If she had a guess, it wasn't from being scared.
Turning back to Lenore, she managed a weak smile. "I-I think we'd better get back. M'sorry about all this. I think peace and quiet left town a long time ago." Calling up strength from somewhere, she added a bit less contritely, "And you can bet he'll wish he'd never been born, once I'm through with him. We'll see you later?"
As if Lenore ever wanted to see either of them again after this. Picnic? Yup. Not likely.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 2:20 pm
Sabriel has been shipped off to his relatives for being a nasty little gremlin. Please stand by. >_>
{Reserved for his happy adventures with the extended family. Hooray!}
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 2:21 pm
Reserved for portal RP! Chinchillie Dear Jabir,
It'd be a great help to have a portal going back to our own house, once you have the time to do it. I'll be around most of the week. heart Sabriel's currently there, under the watch of many, MANY reliable eyes, so, with luck, Barton won't explode anytime soon. It hasn't been needed until now - well, not needed, really, but it'd be nice. Again, no pressure!
Thanks alot!
Chinchillie ^^-
P.S. If there's anything I need to do beforehand, please write back and say so? I'd hate to mess things up xd ; << obviously knows nothing about this
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 2:25 pm
Just for fun, think of one, ordinary day...
...cuz it ain't happenin' soon.
The puppy gazed mournfully as it was tossed into the cart. Around it, children raced with abandon, accompanied by the music of toy cars racing, marbes rolling, and Gameboys ringing around all four walls, all the way to the brightly lit ceiling. In other words, a typical toystore. Chinchillie strolled along past the stuffed animal section, taking the time to relax and enjoy herself, watching all the activity. Sabriel was...somewhere. He'd run off when they set foot inside the door. It was okay. He wasn't interested in shopping for baby stuff, and she hoped he was able to watch himself without mishap (hee), so it was all good.
"Hi! Can I help you with anything?"
She jumped back. A salesperson stood next to her, beaming cheerfully. Oh no. It was HIM again; she was thankful it wasn't 6 in the morning, or the cheer would be too much to bear. No use saying no to him, was there? Sighing, she gave in. "How about baby stuff? I want to get some other things, but it's spread all over the sto-" The man had already hurried off, forcing her to trot to catch up. He led her through another section, and another, and another. HQ was much simpler!
Along the way the cart collected a couple more items. They'd almost reached the place, when -
Crash!
An unmistakable screech rose above the normal store sounds. Chin pulled back, parking the cart where it was. "Sorry. I'll be right back." she said hurriedly, knowing she was growing pale, and dashed off toward the source of the noise. A few parents roved in that direction as well, curious to see what was happening. Reaching the source, she actually had to dodge a falling shelf that tipped over, raining stuffed panthers and leopards on her head. It confirmed her fears that Sabriel was on the loose. So much for taking care of himself!
Skipping around another fallen shelf, she cast around for the Mishap. It was hard to see the floor for plushies, and half of them were black cats, which made it almost impossible. Wait. Did that one have seven tails? It did! They must have spotted each other at the same time. Sabriel flung the panther he was clawing in her face. He turned to run...and something smacked the back of his head in return, throwing off his balance. In that pause Chin leapt forward and pinned him to the ground. One knee went to stall his whips from lashing, but those long claws and teeth were still in action if he got even a paw loose.
It felt like ages before someone came. Help arrived as a hesitant tap on the shoulder and a voice asking, "Miss?" Startled, Chin peered up to find - surprise, surprise - she had collected an audience.
With help, Sabriel stayed captured, locked tightly into one of the store's strollers (might as well add another cost to the bill, after all). They recieved the verdict while the mess was being cleaned up - 5.5k. Not counting all the baby's stuff still in the cart and the stroller. Her pockets were mournfully empty that day.
Eirwen curiously poked her beak inside the doors, hearing a commotion. Chin came storming past her, pushing a stroller. The huge bird chirped an inquiry as the shopping bags were fastened to her sides. "Don't ask." Though she was tempted to put the stroller next to the bags - let him sway in the wind and watch the ground a mile below - that wouldn't make Jabir or Maggie very happy, so she stuck Sabriel in back before mounting herself. Eirwen leapt into the air at the word to wing home.
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Eirwen's touchdown dug ruts into the dirt, so abrupt was the signal to drop once they glided over the long stretch of green marking the Magical Mishaps headquarters. An angry squeal was Sabriel's complaint at the landing, ignored by them both. When both girl and stroller were safe on the ground, Chin paused, then turned so she could loop an arm around the feathery neck in a hug, saying silent apology at the rough treatment. Eirwen gently nipped an ear. She understood, even if she didn't understand what the problem was, and that was a comfort. The shopping bags were unhooked and set aside, freeing the bird for flight. Crooking an arm over her eyes to shield them from dust stirred up by those enormous wings, the girl watched her go longingly. To go home and actually relax - what a concept! You had to be in a sad state for that to be a daydream.
Butterflies danced well around them as the pair slowly walked back up through ankle high grass, avoiding the pocket of chilly silence. It was such a pity it was a beautiful spring day. Right now, all she focused on was not throwing Sabriel in the lake on the way past. But once in the calm of their room, all that constraint broke loose at once. Sabriel was hardly out of the woods. He was freed from the stroller, but could only sit in stiff surprise as furious accusation flew past his ears.
"DAMN it, Sabriel! Is it so much to ask that we can go somewhere and NOT get in trouble?! Six thousand and we can never go back to that place again! It's no wonder everyone hates us...we can't do anything without messing up somehow, and it's pointless to try and tell you to stop it, since you don't even care one bit...!" and so on. Sniffing, Chin scrubbed tears away, swinging suddenly from rage to despair. Sabriel appeared wary, clinging to Prince, fur bristled from the shouting. He waited until she was done ranting and had collapsed on the couch before pointing out, with typical toddler tact, "But pantahs gotta way." C'mon, he was paying for it! It looked like his life was forfeit in that moment - until she broke down crying. That was infinitely more uncomfortable. How to stop it?
With great reluctance he scrambled up on the couch next to her. Something plunked into her lap. Prince. Scooping him up, she buried her face in the plushie mane. If she knew he was being purely selfish, Chinny didn't voice it - but it showed, as normally she might have turned to Sabriel with an apology. His plan worked somewhat, deciding her that yes, she had to get out of here. No guilt plagued her for leaving him alone in there after that - in fact, she made sure to slam the door shut when she hurried to the balcony. It was only a few feet from their own room. In fact, Chin had wanted their room for that feature alone when they first arrived here. Being able to step out and have a refuge waiting was more than worth it.
A breeze greeted her at the balcony, dancing over and cooling the tracks of moisture on her face. This was a place of peace. One could sit and look out on the rosy lawn for hours without a care in the world - and she did just that, settling down in a chair pulled up with the lion still in her lap, resting chin on arms and focusing on calm. The day was a warm spring one, the view beautiful indeed, and it wasn't hard to get lost.
This was not what she had expected. It felt like only after the baby announcement Sabriel became impossible. Was he really that upset?? Or was he just up to the usual mischief? Chin bit her lip, worrying away at the problem now that there was a chance to. Her life was in an evil little cycle - being happy, being sad, fixing the problem, being happy, then the fix breaks. If only Sabriel could be sent back. A vacation would help immensely. He could go to someone's house again...no, that was a temporary solution. Way too temporary. Their house? Now that was a possibility. Darby would be mad! Darby would NOT be happy. Not only that, the ciel didn't know about a baby, which would surely be a fun experience, telling her. She was notorious for having a bad temper.
Darby would have to get over it! Chin sniffed again, but not in unhappiness. The tears had slowly faded into memory by the evening's calm. Besides, there wasn't much else she could do. Maybe feed him to King the T-Rex as a last resort. The idea made her smile a little. A little, mind, and briefly. Yet a plan had amazing power over her confidence. A couple minutes more mulling it over, she was ready to go back in. It had been late when they got back; now the sun was pulling down for the day.
Watching her mope around outside got boring pretty quickly. Sabriel'd nodded off at the balcony window. Thus the door slamming open rudely woke him up. Horrified, he froze - caught in the act! - until her first words. "Pack, Sabriel!" Her tone was a little stiff but free of anger. Where'd the yelling...the crying...?
He relaxed with caution. Girls were mysterious, all right. Still, it was an improvement, one he wasn't complaining about. The toddler only fetched Prince until she added, "To go back to the house, furball." Oh.
Carrying a pack full of everything they might want or need, Chin pulled open the portal door and took a quick look on the other side. The coast was clear. If she hesitated now, it might be possible to change her mind about going to face Darby the ciel's wrath. After one last check to make sure the room was in order, she pushed Sabriel through and shut the door behind them.
Crossposted from GMFC nursery.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 10:02 am
IT'S EASTER TIME ;D!  Sabriel: *hates eggs* /<
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:18 pm
Garden RP with Delphine (kittyfishy) and Kay. In progress!Chinchillie "I've never made lemonade before, you know." Chin confessed to Sabriel. They'd set up a table at the edge of the gardens, outfitted with the proper tools, and now the young woman sat staring at two lemons in her hands, completely befuddled on how to start. Pulling the juicer closer, she gave the lemons a nervous glance, then took a deep breath and leaned forward as far as allowed, given her stomach. "Here goes..." Sabriel didn't even flinch when she shrieked in pain and flailed, just continued stalking through the bushes. Prince was perched on the table (and now splattered in lemon juice) where he could keep an eye out for danger. Rubbing lemon juice out of her eyes and muttering obscenities under her breath, Chin finally recovered enough to give the lemonade another go. This time it worked. Sighing relief, she proceeded to mix up a pitcher the old-fashioned way, semi-hoping someone would come along to share it. It was a beautiful day, after all - perfect for a walk in the garden. Seer For Sale Delphine and Kay were strolling around the garden and maze area happily chattering away to each other. Rosa had insisted they go outside and get some fresh air and sunshine before they turned into vampires; so Delphine had been packed into the stroller, along with Roo and her sheepy and the enevitable bag of baby supplies slung over the handles. Delphine was happily looking around and smelling the nice smells as they strolled along until a twangy scent hit her nose. She rubbed at it in irritation and was about to voice a loud and grumpy complaint to her mother when they both heard a shriek."Are you alright?" Kay called out from over a hedge, being far taller than Delphi of course, she had been able to see the woman over the bushes lining the pathway. Chinchillie Chin jumped at the sound of another voice, jostling the table in the process. She reached for the pitcher before it spilled, steadied it, and twisted around in her seat, having to search a little to find the speaker. Matching voice and face didn't help; but she looked okay. "Fine, fine." she dismissed it, deliberately avoiding the thought of lemon juice, which began burning again at the first reminder. At least most of it was gone. "Come on over? We have lemonade!" It was hard not to sound pleading. Sabriel as company was no company at all, and meeting new people was always nice. Speaking of Sabriel...the cat toddler had snatched a lemony Prince off the table at the first sign of someone else and now slunk towards Delphi and Kay through the grass, doing his best to keep hidden. Almost the same time as Delphi, he sniffed; then coughed, stopping in amazement. Cat!
Cat. Cat and...fish? What?
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