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Chapter 21

P'Arthit and I made plans to see a movie that evening but when my phone rang and I saw that it was him, I knew he was going to cancel on me again. No problem, I told him, I understand. I wasn't just saying that. It has been a month since Anya was finally sentenced to seven years imprisonment. The whole court case— which Anya, as usual, didn't let us win easily with the help of a crook and efficient lawyer— was a trying experience for all of us.

When P'Arthit had to testify, I saw how much he struggled and I kept reminding myself how this was all my fault, how I brought it on us. We survived it and finally, Anya was gone from our lives.

After that battle was over and P'Arthit and I sat down and talked. He told me he couldn't trust me anymore, didn't know who I was— and honestly neither did I because I didn't think I was the type of person who would lie and deceive the person I love until I had to. We both needed time, but I told myself it didn't mean we had to be apart. We should stay connected as much as possible, so that was why even though P'Arthit withdrew from me I kept coming back, kept putting myself in front of him even though he didn't want me there.

Of course, that was not fair to P'Arthit, he wasn't withdrawing just to withdraw, he was also busy pursuing a promotion to director and he needed to focus. After making another plan that I knew would also end up being canceled, I turned off my phone and fell face flat on my bed.

Not long after, I heard a light as a feather knock on my door. "Yes?" I turned around and it was my mother standing at the open door. She smiled a little, cautiously, and said,

"Can I talk with you, Kongpob?"

I sat up and nodded. My mother has apologized to me so much this last month that I was worried it was yet another apology. I don't know how many times I have to tell her it wasn't her fault, nothing was. It was all mine.

"You've been looking a little down lately, Kong. Mom wants to know if you are okay."

"I'm fine, mom."

"Are you sure?"

I shook my head in confusion, "why are you asking mom?"

She came over and sat next to me on the bed, "your dad said that your work has been... a little sluggish as of late and I noticed you aren't eating so well either. Tell mom if something is upsetting you."

I exhaled. It was another one of my failures. I'm pretty sure I am not cut out for working in my father's company but I have been trying to do my best. Now with my life in shambles, I couldn't find the energy to put in as much effort as before.

"I'm thinking of quitting mom," I admitted.

She pulled in a breath and I could almost hear the series of words she would let loose to scold me. "... well, why? Is there something else you want to do?"

I looked at her in amazement, tilted my head back and said, "Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"

She laughed, "I'm being serious, Kongpob, don't laugh at mom's sincerity."

"No, I'm probably too old to be having this kind of crisis."

"Don't say that you are not too old for anything. If your life isn't moving in the right direction, you still have time to set it right. Don't let your mind make you give up so easily."

Somehow her advice seemed to be for something else entirely. I ignored that and said, "I will figure it out mom, thanks."

She didn't want to leave just yet; I could see the reluctance in her stiff shoulders. What else did she want to say?

"Could the problem be Arthit?" I guessed I could give her credit for her honesty and ability to push through the discomfort she must feel about this subject, but I wasn't really thinking about any of that. I jerked my head back and held her gaze.

"P'Arthit is not a problem," I said for lack of something better to say.

"I know. That's not how I meant it, but I have watched you since the end of Anya's court case and I didn't want to say anything but Kongpob, mom is worried. And I feel responsible for what has happened between you and Arthit."

"As I said before, "I said carefully, "it is not your fault, you just wanted the best for me."

"I should have seen that the best for you was Arthit, I see that now..."

That touched me in a place I didn't want it to. My mother's acceptance was like salve to the hurt I gained from her stubborn rejection. I am glad that she has finally accepted me and P'Arthit but I didn't want her to say anymore. "Mom," I said.

"But I don't think that it matters anymore, does it. Are you and Arthit over for good?"

My heart short-circuited. "No," I said all the same. I stubbornly clung to that for all of four seconds then said, "Yes. I think so. I mean we are not together anymore, mom."

I told myself that there would be no more tears, no more acting as the hurt party, no more self-pity, but all I can do is fight tears and tell my mother all that I could.

"P'Arthit wants us to just be friends and we are having fun as friends. I don't want to ask for anything more..." he hasn't said it explicitly but I knew.

"But you want something more." She concluded all on her own and she was not wrong. How can I ever be satisfied with being only a friend to P'Arthit, yet I went ahead and said,

"It's better than nothing. Honestly, I don't want more than this. I hurt him a lot and he can't trust me anymore. In fact, the truth is that if I wasn't pushing so much, P'Arthit would have let us drift apart. I won't let that happen. One day we will be able to look over all that has happened between us without all the pain."

One day maybe I would believe that too. I hoped my mom did but I remembered the night Anya tried to kill P'Arthit and how he had looked when he said that I hurt him. P'Arthit would never let me in his life that way again. It would be easier if I accepted that now.

"If you are sure, Kongpob," mom said with this pitying look in her eyes. I assured her with my biggest smile and complained to her that I was hungry. She being my doting mother finally left me to be on my own.

Finally, P'Arthit and I got a day to ourselves. That was only due to my holding him to a long-time promise that he just couldn't refuse. He was a little grouchy as we stood at the beach and I tried to encourage him to come and play around in the water.

"Kongpob," he said looking really put out. He brushed hair out of his face only to have the strong wind bring it right back again. His hair had gotten long again. "I don't want to go in the water, it looks cold."

"That's how it's supposed to be, P'Arthit. The weather is hot so let's cool off in the water, isn't that why we came."

The real reason was that I pestered him. I thanked him secretly for not pointing it out.

"I will just sit here and watch you play in the water," he said and took a seat on the beach chair.

"Okay how about you take this," I handed him my phone so that he could hold it then I took both his slippers from his legs while he wasn't looking.

I enjoyed his confused blink before he shouted, "Hey what are you doing, give it back."

"I'm taking it with me to the water since you don't want to join me?"

"Huh?"

"This will be my buddy replacement."

"I don't like getting sand between my toes," he complained.

I shrugged. He didn't let it go as I thought he would. He stood on the ground with his naked feet and said, "You want me to get in the water, right? okay, here we go."

I watched him as he trudged closer then darted away as he tried to steal back his slippers with a quick jab of his hands. I laughed at him with the slippers safely in my hands. "I knew you were going to do that."

"Kongpob," he used his warning voice, "give them to me right now."

I took them with me as I ran to the water and turned to laugh at his faint figure that was stood akimbo at the bank shouting at me.

It was late by the time we got tired of the beach. I loaded some of the things we brought and listened to him talk on the phone. I knew he was talking to P'Dean.

"If you want. I'm not really picky. Choose the one you want... I don't remember. I think I'm going to be a while. Okay later."

When the call ended I moved over as he reached for the door but didn't move away completely. He was forced to meet my eyes. "Do you have other plans?" I asked.

"no." he replied and I gestured to where he had been making that call and didn't bother to hide that I heard everything.

"Tomorrow, P'Dean and I are going to see a movie."

"Oh," I said with nothing to say. I didn't have a problem with that. Yeah, I was okay with P'Arthit spending more time with the woman who was still in love with him.

He tugged on the handle of the door and I moved away so he could get in. while I drove us to a place we could get some food, although my appetite was becoming a fond memory, I tried not to focus on my thoughts.

"You and P'Dean have gotten really close," I said, dropping whatever conversation we were having that I wasn't paying attention to.

"Don't start," P'Arthit's response shocked me. I glanced at him with widened eyes.

He glanced at me with exasperation. Exasperation was better than dislike. I get those too sometimes these days. "I know what you are thinking so just don't."

"I'm... "I bit the top of my lip and said honestly, "it bothers me a little, that's all."

"Why? We are not even together."

"P'Arthit," I sighed.

"Nothing is happening between me and P'Dean."

"Okay. Thanks."

"But I don't think you should worry about that anymore."

P'Arthit was being so harsh to me. "Well I am and I will, no matter what. How can I not be bothered that you are spending time with her? I know—"his sharp look cut me off.

"You were the one that wanted this, "he said with a tightness in his voice that warned me not to go further, but of course I did.

"This being what exactly?"
He looked at me with amazement, "you don't know?"

I thought I did. Were we friends? We were not together but I certainly don't think I could ever watch P'Arthit move on with someone else.

"I thought I did," I said. "Why don't you tell me?"

He avoided my eyes," let's drop it."

I would have insisted but I was afraid that the things that we didn't want to think about and the decision we didn't want to reach would be done with and then it would be truly over, so I rode in silence.

Our meal was also covered in silence and then we went home with just a fake conversation on doing something together another time. But I didn't want another of this outing where we didn't know what we were. Are we a couple taking time off or are we trying to be just friends, and are we really over.

For eight years I have only ever loved one man. Am I supposed to just leave that and move on to be being friends with him and accept the fact that he would be happy with someone else? I am not that strong, I can't do it. How was I supposed to live like this though? Running away and avoiding where we were obviously heading was just going to cause me more hurt.

What should I do?

I rode home like I wanted to keep driving forever, outrun this painful reality. When I walked into the house, my mom caught me as I staggered unseeingly. When I looked at them; my dad seated on the couch and my mom's worried expression, I don't know why I started crying. I was such a baby for crying like this, but I let my parents seat me down and let me cry for at least five minutes.

Once that crisis was done, I stood up and thanked them.

"Is it Arthit again?" my mother asked as I walked away. I stopped at the stairs and turned with an easy smile. "It is huh," she said as if my smile wasn't in place.

"I don't know what to do mom," I said, "so I just want to leave it to P'Arthit. Whatever he wants I will accept. I won't let it hurt me anymore."

I did my best to be brave and walked away, but I knew I was weak. I will be stronger from now on and any time I start to get selfish, I will think about what P'Arthit wants. I will do it right this time.

I shouldn't have talked to Kongpob like that. I sighed in irritation at that thought for the nth time. I have been thinking that way since the last time I saw Kongpob which was three days ago.

He hasn't called, texted or come to see me since that day. I thought he would never stop. He was insinuating himself into my life when I just wanted to forget and I was trying to put up with it and not hurt his feelings, but I must have reached the end of my rope when he dared to doubt my relationship with P'Dean. He had no right to suspect anything like that. I have never lied or deceived him. I was always honest with him.

I hate this so much; the fact that he still holds my thoughts this much, that I still miss him when I can't see him or hear from him. I let myself get used to his constant pestering and now that he wasn't doing it anymore, I was feeling it like a damn hole in my life. I am once again made aware of the large hole Kongpob was going to rip out of me if we could not find some way to live with all that has happened. If only he didn't have this much hold over me.

I was looking through my contacts like I wanted to call someone when really I was just doing that thing I secretly hated, which was staring at Kongpob's number when Pete walked in.

I sat straight and watched him walk in holding a box.

"Hi P'Arthit, were you just dazing during work hours?" he asked with an exaggerated widening of his eyes.

"What? No, I wasn't. "I dropped my phone and tried to affect a busy appearance. "What about you, why are you moving around. Don't tell me you are looking for someone to mess with again."

"Sure," he laughed, "and this time you can't tell me off."

I opened my mouth to respond but my eyes soon fixed on his box and I closed it. "Is it... are you really leaving?"

He chuckled, "you actually sound sad."

"I am sad," I protested.

"Yeah right, you don't like being around me, it's a little awkward especially since I fought to keep Anya from going to jail. I had to stand by her side and I don't think you will ever forgive that."

I stood and said as seriously as I wanted him to take me, "I don't hate you for picking to help your sister even though she is... well insane. She is your sister."

"So the awkwardness is..."

I didn't reply but he had to know that it wasn't easy for me to see that he still had feelings for me or remember how I had rejected him. But this was something I could get over with time, he didn't have to quit.

"Ah," he laughed freely, "I see. Well, I am actually glad that I got rejected on time, imagine if I was P'Dean." He whispered the last part but I still took offense.

"What is that supposed to mean."

"You know."

I hated when Kongpob pointed it out and maybe somewhere I intentionally put it out there for him to notice and point out. Didn't that mean I was using P'Dean again? But it wasn't really like that; P'Dean and I were just friends. Yeah, and she does have feelings for me. I let out a frustrated sigh.

"The best thing you can do for those who fall in love with you and are sure to lose to that epic love of your life is to rip the band-aid off. Like you did with me, minus the kiss. I could have lived without it."

I cringed with embarrassment. I shouldn't have kissed him. I know that and I will be haunted by that memory for a long while. It was the worst way to reject someone. "Sorry, " I said with a small voice.

"I will miss you, P'Arthit, you are not my type but I really did love you."

"Um, I don't know how to feel about that."

He laughed then walked over and kissed my cheek so suddenly I didn't even get a chance to react before he pulled away. He smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on his face and walked out of my office.

I probably shouldn't let him go so easily, I have known him for years, but maybe the only real mercy was that; letting him go.

The next day I was thinking of sending Kongpob a text but I couldn't find the right way to compose it. No, my pride which felt as heavy as that winter coat I bought and never really used kept me from doing it till the day was nearly gone. If he doesn't want to speak with me after what happened the last time we talked then what was I supposed to do about it?

I was still glancing at my phone as I walked to my door when I spotted someone that made my chest freeze. She was someone I never ever thought I would see on my doorstep.

"Arthit," she said with a solemn smile. "I thought that it was time you and I talked."

Like a robot, I led her out of the apartment building and we took my car to a restaurant. On the way there Kongpob's mother was going on about something, an event one of her daughters held recently or something, and I was barely paying attention to any of it.

How was I supposed to react to her? We saw each other during Anya's court case but we didn't speak to one another. We haven't spoken any words that weren't buried in hostility. How was I supposed to deal with this?

When we were seated, I absently ordered something and met her eyes. She smiled, "am I making you uncomfortable?"
I shook my head silently.

"I am sorry that it has taken me this long to come and talk with you, Arthit. You hate me, don't you?"

"... I really don't." how can I?

"You are a good person, Arthit. After all that I did and said to you there is no amount of hatred in your heart?"

I didn't respond. All that was in my heart was hurt, pain. She was like a mother to me, and she loved me like her son, or so I thought but she rejected me. Just because Anya turned out to be a monster didn't mean she didn't pick her over me. She would pick anyone over me as long as the person wasn't male.

"I want you to understand something, Arthit. It wasn't that I wanted to reject your relationship with Kongpob or hated you, it is that I was afraid. I didn't want it to be true because that life isn't... it isn't very peaceful, Arthit. I didn't want to believe that Kongpob would have to suffer the way that I have seen many men who love other men suffer and when I saw that he could be with a woman, I wanted him to have everything that would make him happy. That fear blinded me, Arthit. Now I know that it isn't about male or female, love and happiness aren't tied to our gender. Maybe the future will be tough but as long as you and Kongpob have each other you will be happy."

I shook my head in complete confusion, "what are you saying, Mrs. Sutiluck."

She smiled, "I guess it would take a long time for you to fully understand. But I just want you to know that I accept you and your relationship with Kongpob, I want you to forgive me for all that I did to you, Arthit."

I opened my mouth to reply that there was nothing to forgive but the words choked me. I exhaled and rubbed my face before adjusting myself on the seat. Our meal came and I gratefully waited till the waiter was gone.

"Arthit," she called my attention and I realized I was staring at the table, "will you forgive mom for being bad."

I think the sincerity in her eyes was what pulled me over and I nodded and turned away to rub off fast tears. I smiled, embarrassed. "Mrs. Sutiluck, I won't say that I wasn't hurt by what you did, but I want to say that I understand. I understand more than you know. Many times I worried about this same thing, not for myself but for Kongpob."

"Do you still love him."

I paused and nodded, "yes, I do. "It felt a little shocking to be admitting this to her but I stayed firm on it.

"Then why aren't you two together anymore?" she rode on, "Kongpob was deceived by Anya, we all were. We all suffered under that woman, now that she is gone from your lives you should be together again, happy."

All of a sudden the moment turned tense. It felt like I was being frowned on, being accused. I guess I am to be blamed for why Kongpob and I aren't together anymore.

"What is going on, Arthit?"

"Well, the truth is, Anya isn't the only one who deceived me. Kongpob did as well. He lied to me and I don't think that I can trust him right now."

"Right now or ever?"

How was I supposed to predict that? I stayed quiet.

"I understand. Trust once broken can be very difficult to fix, even when you think you can. I won't force you to tell me any more, Arthit. I can see I am making you uncomfortable."

I tried to correct her but she continued on.

"Just take your time to come to a good decision, if you love Kongpob enough to try and trust him, but don't give him any false hope. I have watched my son pretend to be strong and okay this past month and it is painful. I think the best thing you can do for him is to rip open the wound and allow him—and yourself—to finally heal. "

Rip the band-aid. That's what Pete said too. I smiled sardonically. "Is that what you want, Mrs. Sutiluck?"

"No," she shook her head. "I only want what is true and best for the both of you and it's obvious what's happening now is just hurting you two. I just want it to end. That is all."

She said some more things but the whole time I held my hand over my face and listened, nodding to the places that required a response. She was a mother, I thought, She only knows about the pains of her son but what about my own pains? There was no one else in this world I trusted more than Kongpob, no one I loved more. Even now I can't help that I love him, so much I can't take it and that's why I can't get over his betrayal. All I could think was what if that baby had been real and Kongpob did sleep with Anya, he would have lied to me, kept me in the dark until the child was born and maybe he wouldn't have told me even then. I don't know how far Kongpob would have taken that lie.

I separated with Kongpob's mother with my heart heavier than ever. So many thoughts were racing through my mind. Kongpob and I were over but whether I admitted it or not there was an undertone of the possibility that we would get back to together and that was the problem. I don't know what I want. Sometimes I wanted to see Kongpob and when I wanted to share something, he is the first person I think off, but then I remember that he hurt me and I don't want to tell him anything and when he goes away, I wonder where he is and I test him to see if he would lie to me.

How long were we supposed to live like that? If I could erase the past I would but the past was not going anywhere so what was the solution? Maybe Pete and Kongpob's mother were right, I should end it completely without leaving anymore hope. It was the only thing that would save us this torment that we were going through.

As I got to my house, my phone started ringing. I turned off the engine, pulled out the phone from my pocket and stared at it. It was Kongpob. He called two more times and I didn't answer. He was finally calling me after four days of not even a text and the thought of picking his call filled me with dread. After the fourth time, it stopped and a text flashed in.

I clicked the screen and read the text.

I have spent these past four days thinking about what we should do P'Arthit. I want to see you and tell you my answer. I hope you will see me.

I clicked the screen off and got off the car. I could have gone into my house but instead I walked back towards the road and then I got in a taxi and told the driver to take me to the Sutiluck house. As the car sped through the lights glittering night, my tears threatened to tear me apart. I folded over and cried till I hurt physically.

"Who?" My mother just said that P'Arthit was waiting for me down stairs and I thought I was hearing things.

"He wants to see you, I think you should go and see him Kongpob." There was something about her face, solemn, sad. But lately she always looked at me with those sad eyes so I don't know what was happening. I rushed off and found P'Arthit waiting in the parlor. He was standing like no one offered him a seat and still dressed like he was just getting off work.

"P'Arthit?" he turned and smiled a little. "What... I didn't know that you would come."

"Sorry, I came on impulse."

"Missed me that much?" I joked.

"Yeah," he nodded holding my eyes so intently that I couldn't smile. "I missed you Kongpob," he said.

"P'Arthit," I said, my heart becoming so full I could burst. I laughed and walked over to stand closer to him. I needed to be next to him.

"Kongpob," he said measurably, "can we go somewhere?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere. You remember that time when I went to my grandfather's village? Something like that."

The smile died from my face. When P'Arthit ran off to his grandfather's village and I chased him, I had just pretended to break up with him. I shook my head.

"I know a place," I said.

We left the house with my parent's blessing and I drove to the small resort that I had passed some few weeks back. P'Arthit talked to me about Pete leaving and he sounded partly present.

The resort was doing some kind of fake snow party and it was a couple thing. The minute we got down, the happy people dragged us in and took us through white planes and balloon decorated path and then we were forced to join them on some kind of slide. After that I got something hot for us to drink.

I combed my fingers through my hair. "P'Arthit, are you cold?"

"Its fake snow Kongpob," he said.

"We never get any real snow so let's pretend." I took his hand and said, "Your hand is so cold P'Arthit, I will keep it warm for you." I pulled it up and blew lightly on it then I caught a smile on his lips.

He let me keep his hand with me.

"Let's get a room, Kongpob," he suddenly said. I turned to look at him. He didn't say what I thought he said.

"P'Arthit?" in all our dating, P'Arthit and I rarely ever stayed in a hotel room. He reassured me with a smile and I did get the room; one room with a single bed. We weren't going to spend the night, maybe P'Arthit was just tired.

I took to lighting the candles in the comfy room that we got and secretly watched P'Arthit take off his watch then his shoes and then he turned to me. Once the candles were lit I turned, "P'Arthit, I don't understand what's happening."

"It's okay," he said.

"No, it's not. Listen to me. I hurt you, I betrayed you and I am so sorry. I never wanted to do that, I love you P'Arthit. And I don't... I can't be just friends with you. I have tried and I can't, so I just want you to tell me what I can do. No... I will promise you this, I will never lie to you, I will always be honest with you on all things. I swear. "He moved closer and I shifted away, "so please don't tell me this is supposed to be goodbye. "

He stopped coming closer and said, "I missed you Kongpob. It's been months, I feel like I would go crazy if I don't kiss you so please... let me."

My stomach flipped with desire but I was still skeptical. He inched closer and cupped my cheek. I swallowed uncertainly and then he leaned in and kissed me. There was no real top or bottom between Arthit and I, sometimes the mood just felt right.

It felt like something sizzled through me and sent all my nerves up and tingling. My head became overwhelmed by the taste of P'Arthit as his mouth claimed mine so deeply and so quickly. I groaned and wrapped both my arms around him and we walked until we toppled on the bed. He was kissing me so hungrily, so desperately, and air was unnecessary, all I needed was this sweet exchange of breath and this pull of mouth and clash of teeth. I had P'Arthit's shirt bunched up on his back like I would tear it off him. He was between my legs grinding into me. I couldn't take it, it was just so good and has been too long,

"P'Arthit," I groaned as I separated from his mouth and he panted into my ear, kissed it and moved to my neck.

I thought I would lose my mind but I managed to pull out of under the throes of the passion long enough to hear that P'Arthit's deep breathing and panting weren't just that, he was crying and his tears were burning where they dropped on me.

I pulled his face away and held his red eyes. "P'Arthit," I said. He tried to kiss me but I avoided him and moved to seat up. He allowed me while avoiding to look at me.

"Why?" I asked.

"I just can't do it."

"Then you don't love me anymore?"

"...I do. "

"Then why isn't that enough?" I didn't understand him at all.

"Because I am afraid of being disappointed by you again. I am afraid I will never trust you again and that my suspicion of you would make you hate me. that if we tried to ignore our problems we would hurt each other and destroy everything good about us."

"No," I shook my head, "we won't ignore it."

"Kongpob."

"No, P'Arthit. How long have been together." He didn't answer. I cupped his face and forced him to meet my eyes, "how long?"

"Eight years."

"Isn't that long enough to at least worth a second chance. After everything we suffered P'Arthit, why can't we do this? So you don't trust me, so you are suspicious of me, that's okay, I don't care. Suspect, don't trust me, I am ready to prove all your suspicion wrong every day of my life if I need to and one day you could learn to trust me again. "

"You can't do that..."

"I will do it because that is how much I love you. I will be honest with you, and I won't ever keep secrets from you. Till the day I die, I won't ever betray you again."

"Kongpob."

"You were right about the necklace, we don't need it to keep promises, I will use my heart instead. Let my heart fail me if I ever do anything to hurt you like that again."

"Don't say that."

"So take it or leave it P'Arthit, but in the end it's all up to you."

He looked at me as if not knowing what to do to me then he reached his decision and said, "the thought of life without you Kongpob is too painful and I am sure that you are going to hurt me again, but yeah, I will give you that second chance because we've been through a lot these past years and I know there were times you wanted to give up on me too and didn't. so I won't give up on you. But I will make you run one hundred laps for every time you go against your word and maybe your heart will fail you."

I laughed and hugged his neck to me, so do you want to"

He glared at me, "no way, that was just because I planned it to be the last time."

"but it's been months," I nuzzled his neck and that tickled him unexpectedly.

"don't do that, "he laughed. I moved into to repeat it but he knew me and turned his head to meet my mouth with his lips. He pulled away and said, "please Kongpob," that was all I needed and I guessed the lead was going to fall on me.

I kissed him deeply, pushing him on his back and moving in between his legs like I belonged there. We fitted so well, it was incredible.

Authour's Note: so was it a great and fitting ending. Any grieviances? I hope not. Please tell me how you've enjoyed the story thus far, it's been fun writing but at last we reached the end of over and beyond. Thank you so much for reading and for voting. You've kept me writing.

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