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Deep down inside he really hadn't expected Rika to let go. He had wanted her to, of course, but in the center of every palman mind and heart there lives an eternal, unquenchable contradiction. She had reacted to his threat of self harm and had acted accordingly, releasing Chaz from the only restraint that was keeping him safe and her in grave danger. She hated to do it, she knew that she might be killing him, but what else could she do? He was going to fall either way, at least he could do it intact.

Chaz fell. Suddenly he was airborne. His mind should have been reeling and frozen with a hundred different thoughts and emotions, yet the clear knowledge of this simple descent left his mind surprisingly calm. It felt weird to fall backwards into darkness, and it felt even weirder to be unaware and unable to even see the deep pit that would become his grave. Chaz's eyes shot up and he caught one last look at Rika's sad, despairing face as the cliff towered above him and swept her away from his view.

Wind whistled through his outstretched arms and the world darkened as the sky rose away from him. Chaz released his dagger but found that he just could not close his eyes, fearing that if he did it would be the last glimpse of the world that he would ever get to see. Chaz would not let himself be taken by death until the very last second. He smiled at that idea, and also at another one boiling somewhere in his mind. He and Wren could fall, but Rika and the others would still be alive. They could continue their quest without him.

His stomach turned at the thought of what had happened to Wren. Chaz had heard the strident crash of metal against hardened ice, and he thought that it would be pretty much impossible for his friend to still be alive. A cry tore through Chaz's throat as he realized the enormity of the situation. He had finally begun to feel good about his strange relationship with the large android, and now that the uncertainty had passed it was all going to be stripped away from him? It was so unfair. Death was unfair. He hated it! Well, at least he didn't have to surrender and give up; he would fight to the bitter end. He owed it to Wren to try, one last time.

A jutting edge of the cliff grated by his body and the sudden, momentary friction ripped away a sleeve of his red bodysuit and a painful amount of his skin as well, drawing his blood in midair. It had ripped his knife wound open even further. Chaz cried out again in surprise and clutched at his hurt arm, causing him to roll on his side. His eyes were half squinted shut from the pain but now he could see the inky black darkness of the pit, the highway of a vastly large snow worm. There was no bottom to be seen, but undoubtedly that would change soon. Chaz's clear mind was fuzzed a little from the injury, but from out of nowhere he had an amazing idea, a life saving idea.

Chaz couldn't halt his descent, but maybe he could slow it down just enough so that he might live through the experience. He braced both his hands out in front of his body, ignoring the sting, "Gizan!" He shouted, his voice carried away by the wind.

His plan was to create an opposing force to push against the great force of his fall. A pocket of violent air was formed from his technique and cushioned itself below Chaz's body, slamming hard against his chest. He had not predicted that his own technique, made of nothing but wind, would severely hurt him so. It was like being smashed in the chest by a sledgehammer. Chaz felt the breath being forced out of his lungs and he yelped like a startled dog, a supplementary crack from one of his wrists reminding him of the consequences of his actions.

Of the two winds pushing against one another, it was Chaz's wrists which gave out first. Still, that one painful bump had knocked quite a lot off his rate of descent, so that when the hunter closed his eyes and blacked out momentarily from his hurt and the shock of his fall, he was still unquestionably alive when he came to again. He was not conscious for the final impact, and with all things considered that was probably the greatest luck of them all.

His armor saved him from dislocating his shoulder. Chaz struck the ground square and true with his shoulder plate and laid there silent and twisted like a knotted length of cloth. Blood from the deep scrapes and the cut on his arm soaked into the stony snow beneath him. Chaz was lying in an open tunnel, a burrow that may or may not be abandoned. His young face was unreadable in unconsciousness, unaware that he was not out of danger just yet. It was very quiet in the tunnels; Chaz had fallen so far that the voices of Rika, his friends and the howling of the storm could no longer reach him.

When he woke up about half an hour after landing in the pit, a good half of his face had gone chilly and numb from the layer of snow that had become his pillow. He couldn't feel anything in his left cheek and the rest of his body felt so stiff and cold, save for his shoulder and arm which was pulsing with painful heat. He didn't experience any sensations at all in his wrist until he chanced to move it, which caused a needle of agony to bolt through the marrow of the bone. Chaz gasped and was struck fully conscious by the experience. The groggy fuzz in his mind was shoved away.

First, he tried to gather his bearings. An important lesson that a hunter needed to learn was to adapt to their situation as quickly as possible. Chaz put his weight onto one arm and cradled his hurt wrist against his chest, raising his head although it felt like the vertebrae in his neck had locked themselves together. Chaz moaned softly, willing himself not to panic, to remain calm.

On the bright side of things, he was still alive. That was something to be grateful for. Conversely, however, he was stuck on a flat cliff top that clung to the deepening funnel of the pit. It appeared to be about a hundred yards long and three hundred yards wide, looking a little like an unfenced balcony, isolated and bare. The walls around it seemed impossible to climb and the path below it was far too risky to take. Chaz was trapped there, and the boy felt too disheartened even to stand. It was far too much effort when he was already lost.

Thirty yards away the snow was disturbed, as part of the towering wall was scratched into a shallow trench which ended at that point. It looked like Wren had hit the wall several times before he had reached the bottom. The android was there on the ledge along with Chaz, but he did not seem to be in very good condition. Chaz was sure than an arm joint was not meant to bend that way, it was a little too gruesome for him to even look at. He gritted his teeth but knew that he couldn't stand yet, not right now. His poor friend...

When Wren suddenly moved Chaz flinched reflexively because it seemed like he had risen from the dead. He didn't make the slightest sound as he pushed up with his arms and raised his head from the snow drift. With his dislocated arm it only enhanced the image that Wren's fall had definitely killed him. But he was hardier than a regular biological being, Chaz thought that this might seem like nothing to Wren. Still, the hunter couldn't help but look at the dislocation and shudder in empathy.

He pulled himself together and got to his knees, his arm hanging limply by his side. There was a sickening, grating metallic crack as Wren reached over with his well arm and violently snapped the limb back into its proper place. It was not like he had properly popped the joint back into its socket; his arm still looked undeniably damaged, but he used it to push up off the ground and rise to his feet.

"Hello?" Wren said calmly, turning his head to look at him without much of a search. Chaz tried to stand up himself and greet him, but he thoughtlessly put weight on his wrist and could have sworn that he felt one of the bones below the wrist joint give way a little. He could barely swallow back the pained hiss that he made. Wren heard the sound and registered his new company. The blank, uncaring expression on his face faded as he took one or two steps towards the hunter. His balance seemed to be pretty much shot. "Chaz!" He exclaimed, surprised that the youth was there.

If Wren's balance was shot, then Chaz's balance was totally nonexistent, wobbling to his feet and swaying like he was a drunken man. He wasn't especially wounded, it was only his arms and shoulder and his head seemed perfectly fine, but he was overwhelmed and exhausted from everything that had happened in the past few hours. Seeing Wren again put him at the very end of his emotional reserves. The nest and the owls, his friend's falling, his own panic and descent, forcing Rika to nearly kill him�

It was all just too much. He knew that he was about to faint. Wren must have seen that pretty clearly too, for as soon as Chaz got up and made his first sway Wren was already rushing towards him, to catch him when he fell. Thank the gods the android was not badly hurt, were Chaz's thoughts as he stepped forward and tipped over, smiling in his gratitude and a general loss of blood. The world grayed out around the edges, he distantly felt somebody grab him, and the boy once again sank into the black unconsciousness of which he knew so well.

Wren caught Chaz in his arms before the hunter managed to hit the snow. He folded against him softly with a weak little sigh. The android knelt, carrying the boy with him and regarding Chaz as carefully as he could. He was bleeding, not badly, but he was still hurt. Wren looked visibly sad and gently brushed the tips of his fingers down the side of the blond's pale face.

"You came for me, Chaz. I didn't think that you would�" He murmured to the fainted boy and then smiled, guiltily.

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A sharp pain in his arm instantly aroused Chaz from his stupor. His fight-or-flight hunter's mind insisted to him that he had suddenly been attacked and he raised his stinging hand and arm to strike out at the assailant who had hurt him. He didn't quite remember where he was just yet and that was all that he could do to defend himself.

His hand was caught before it could make contact with Wren's face. The android gripped it as lightly as he could without causing Chaz excess pain and placed it back down against the youth's side. The boy looked up at him hazily with confused and tired eyes. Wren had him propped up against the side of the cliff wall. He was leaning over him slightly, his hands smelling of dimate. Chaz's hurt arm felt tight and cold, but the rest of him felt pretty cold as well. He remembered where he was and groaned, but then grinned ironically as well.

When recognition flitted into Chaz's eyes Wren knelt back and was relieved. He hadn't been quite sure that Chaz would be able to wake up again, not in temperatures like these. Still, he had bound and treated the wound upon the hunter's arm, though there was nothing that he could do about the broken wrist. A technique or something greater was needed to heal that. "How do you feel?" He asked softly. How Chaz had survived such a fall was surely a mystery to him.

Chaz didn't feel anything anymore, not even the barest iota of pain. That was how cold and numb he was. The lack of feeling was a bit of a blessing in this case. "Oh Wren, thank gods you're alive. I was so afraid that you were dead and we'd lost you." He whimpered, forcing his numb limbs to move and he pushed himself forward, wrapping his arms about his friend. He didn't have to be so awkward about hugging Wren as there was nobody else to watch them or judge him. Chaz pressed his face against Wren's neck and sighed, relieved. "You have no idea how worried Rika and I were."

Wren had not expected such a forceful reaction from the boy. He had gone from comatose to lively in less than ten seconds. Chaz's arms were draped across his shoulders, clinging, and Wren didn't know if he should pry him away or let him stay there. What was the proper thing to do? He decided not to do anything about it. Wren liked it when Chaz seemed to be pleased. "I am glad you are safe too." The android murmured, and then felt Chaz tighten his hold on him. He needed to be careful or else he was going to hurt himself again.

The hunter chuckled. "If I hadn't hit this ledge like you had there's no way I would have survived. It makes me wonder if we really do have a deity watching over us." He felt Wren grasp him gently and then push him back against the wall. He began to remove Chaz's metal armor, tugging at the buckles beneath it in something of a practiced motion. The surface of the high-quality laconia had developed a bit of a frosted sheen. Chaz blushed a little. What on Dezoris was Wren trying to do to him? "Hey, stop it�" He whined, trying to wriggle away.

"I need to remove this armor before you contract hypothermia. It is a safety precaution." Wren explained patiently. "You have no idea just how easily metal can absorb the cold. Please trust me, I know." He smiled a little as he said that. Had Wren been trying to make a joke? Chaz didn't really know anymore, but it could have been possible. The android managed to get Chaz' chest plate off and then took one of his hands to remove the metal arm guards. He was very gentle, especially for somebody who could probably bend a steel bar into a pretzel if he so desired.

Chaz's hurt arm was peppered with spots of blood. Wren had torn his already ripped sleeve further to procure a bandage that would halt the flow of blood to the wound. He had tied it just tightly enough to stop the ripped veins from bleeding. With time and the help of the dimate the cut would heal and disappear, leaving only a faint scar behind. He sensed that Wren was wanting to ask him why he was injured in such a way, an obvious knife wound, but he appeared to have the tact not to ask. "How badly are you hurt, Wren?" Chaz questioned without hesitation.

Funny that Chaz should ask him that. It was not often that palmans asked Wren how he was feeling. He was quite moderately damaged, but not to the naked eye. The only visible damage was to his left arm, which he had used as a shock absorber as he had crashed his way down the cliff. That was the least of his worries, to be honest. But he didn't bleed like Chaz did and that was more important to Wren right now, instead of his own health. "I am fine." He said after a moment's hesitation.

That slight pause right before he spoke was enough to show Chaz that Wren was lying to him. That hurt him a little because he had hoped his friend had stopped lying to him once they had become� together, but Chaz also hoped that Wren had chosen to hide the truth and keep him from worrying more. It was touching, Chaz didn't think he had enough emotional energy left to continue fretting. He let Wren's words slide from his mind, focussing on the android's touch that seemed far different than usual. "You're warm." He announced slowly, like it was the most profound and mystifying knowledge in the world.

Wren finished removing the metal pieces of Chaz's armor and took a seat beside his younger friend, dwarfing the blond hunter in comparison. Chaz was toying with the tingling feeling he had left in his hand, the pins-and-needles sensation that occurs when a numb limb is introduced to an immediate source of heat. "I can freeze easily in temperatures such as this, just like a palman, so I had to turn my heating system up quite a bit to break even on this problem." Wren explained.

"I didn't know you could do that." Chaz replied, a little baffled. He wished he had known that sooner. There had been so many times on Dezoris, particularly the dark nights, when he would have sold his very soul for just a slight skerrick of heat. Okay, so maybe he wouldn't have thought of Wren about things like that more than a week ago, but it helped to know about these things. He wasn't about to waste an opportunity like this now.

He scooted over more closely to his friend, keeping his hurt arm tucked safely in his lap, and leant against Wren's side with a big satisfied grin on his face. He felt better already and was glad of the fact that Wren was not about to shove him away. It wasn't really enough to keep him totally warm, but it sure was a hell of an improvement. "Are you going to tell me how you cut yourself?" Wren asked after a couple of minutes, but Chaz already knew what he was going to say regarding that.

"Only if you tell me the truth about how banged-up you really are." The youth retorted. That certainly shut Wren up. Chaz felt a little bad that he had, though. He thought about Rika and the others way up in the upper world. Rune and Kyra must have successfully saved Rika from the dangerous cliff, or else she would have joined him and Wren by now. Had they left and gone to Meese without them, presuming them dead and lost forever? No, that couldn't be true. Rika was still up there and she would figure out a way to save them. She would not give up on them.

"So what should we do now?" Chaz said to the general vicinity. He already had an idea of that, but he didn't like it. It was going to be awful.

Confirming his suspicions, Wren spoke. "The only thing that we can do is wait to be rescued. I have looked at our options carefully and we do not have much of a choice in the matter. We cannot scale back up the cliff side, not with our current damages and lack of equipment. The only other escape route is down, and it is precisely three thousand and eighty five feet to the bottom. My advice is to wait for the ice digger to find us."

"Is this snow worm hole abandoned?"

"Affirmative."

"Well I guess we can be grateful for that." Chaz sighed, his spirit sinking a bit. The last thing they needed was for an enormous snow worm to pop up out of hiding and then turn them into a late lunch. Especially one as big as that hole seemed wide. It must have been a colony queen, Chaz reasoned.

The warmth that he was leeching off Wren was removing the numbness and awakening the pain that Chaz was feeling in his wound and his broken wrist. It ached and stung at the same time. He regretted cutting himself open like that, but also wondered that if Rika had not let go would Chaz have kept his word? Would he have sliced his flesh open and splintered the bone just as he promised he would? The answer seemed to be yes and that left Chaz a little fearful, scared of himself. He touched the red bandage briefly and winced.

Noticing Chaz's grimace Wren apologized. "I am sorry. I cannot mend broken bones. I am not Demi, I have no medical training to speak of. It feels as though I have not done enough for you." The hunter shook his head and cast a Gires technique over the aching wound. His nerves immediately stopped their incessant painful twanging, at least for a little while. Rika was much better at the technique than he was, if she came then she might even be able to bond the broken bone together. Wren had tried to help. That was more than enough for Chaz.

It's difficult to keep up good conversation with somebody who has rarely talked casually with anybody in their life. Wren was not the easiest person to talk to, but he was there and if Chaz didn't talk he would get bored. If he got bored he would become tired, and if he got tired and fell asleep he might not wake up again. Raja had told him that once, seriously, when he had been educating the perplexed Motavian visitors about the dangers of the intense cold. He had to remember those words well. "Did you hear our radio broadcast?" The youth questioned, curious.

"Yes." Said Wren, blandly. "I could not answer. My input was functional but my output was damaged during the fall. All I could do was listen without replying. It was very frustrating." He went silent for a few moments, carefully thinking. Chaz shivered as a cool wind from the blizzard above bounced down into the crevasse. The hunter curled up into himself and folded his arms around his knees, shrinking against the sudden gust. Wren continued. "It sounded like you and Rika had been crying. Is that so?"

Chaz glanced away, embarrassed. He admitted it anyway. "Yeah�" He muttered.

"Do you still love her?"

"Yeah. Of course I do." The boy repeated, trembling. Even when he tried to force those trembles away with the power of his own mind it only resulted with his teeth beginning to chatter. Why would Wren ask such an obvious question anyway?

And why had Wren been expecting, no, hoping for a different answer? That was not only unlike him but it was cruel too, and above that, incredibly selfish. He had an idea that traveling with so many palmans for such a long time was beginning to change him internally. It was a basic law that environmental factors altered the development of a person. Perhaps he too was not exempt from this law. The hunter was becoming a bad influence on him. That must be it.

Chaz's shivering was becoming much more noticeable. With his armor off all he had was one thin layer of clothing to keep his body protected from the cold. It was not enough. Without warming Wren reached over to Chaz's side and pried the youth's arms away from his knees, picking him up as if he were as light as a feather and pulling him into his own lap. There was nothing devious about this decision that Wren had made, he merely didn't want his friend to suffer excess discomfort, but he also had not thought about the implications of such an act. He wrapped his arms around Chaz's front and pressed the hunter against his chest. Wren closed his eyes and was prepared to wait out the cold.

And gods, the android was so warm! Excessively so, the opposite of his usual cool-to-cold metal touch. A thought came to Chaz that he had finally found a good use for Wren and he smiled. This was nothing more than a perfectly innocent hug. He could enjoy that. Chaz snuggled back against Wren's body and was pleased to find just how easily he fit into the embrace. It was perfect, somehow. "I was so afraid that I was going to lose you. Chaz said without thinking. "I felt like I would lose something to me that is as yet unfound. Were you afraid of death as you fell, Wren? I know I sure was."

Wren spoke softly and lowly into Chaz's ear. His breath tickled him a little as he talked, and Chaz found that he was still amused that Wren seemed to be able to breathe voluntarily whenever he wanted. Maybe it had become involuntary now, like he wasn't even thinking about it anymore. "I do not understand death, so I don't think I can be afraid of it. When I finally experience it I know I will have no need to understand it. What I was afraid of would be the lengths you would take to bring me back. I feared that I would cause a chain effect that would trap somebody else down here. It seems I was right to expect that." Chaz looked abashed. Wren had predicted how he was going to react so flawlessly. Did the android really know him that well by now?

"Nevertheless," he continued steadily, "I am glad you came for me. I do not understand death but that does not mean I want to die. There is much in life that I have yet to accomplish. I will not die until Algo is restored to its proper order once more." He took Chaz's hand that was still rather cold and warmed it within two of his own. Chaz let him do this silently. This was really the first time that he head heard Wren talk about himself so avidly. It was interesting.

When Chaz's hand was sufficiently warmed Wren focussed his attention on the other one, carefully wringing out the chill. Chaz sighed. It felt so nice. He could almost forget about where he was, what had happened, and what they were going to do. What indeed were they going to do? "I was wondering," Chaz said quietly, half-heartedly trying to keep up the conversation, "just how old are you?"

Wren looked thoughtful for a second. "I will be nine hundred and ninety nine next March." He announced.

"What?" Chaz jumped like he had been stung by a bee. He turned around and regarded the android with a look of incredulity on his face. He knew that Wren was old, but he hadn't expected him to be that old. Chaz's bright green eyes were wide. "You're kidding me, right? You must be. That makes you," he did some quick mathematics in his head, "sixty two times older than me!"

His older friend seemed unruffled. He didn't age physically, so it was only a number to him. "Is that important?" He asked, then smiled a little. "Am I too old for you now?"

Realizing how silly he was acting Chaz smirked as well and slumped back down into Wren's arms. It was most definitely past midday now and it could be hours until their rescue. Chaz guessed that he didn't mind about that, as long as they weren't trapped down there until dark. The blizzard was cold in the daytime, but once Algo set it would become unlivable. Uninhabitable. Then he would die. Chaz hoped that Rika, Rune and Kyra would hurry up. "Hey Wren?"

"What is it?"

The youth laughed a little. "If I die down here and you survive, please tell Rune that he's a jerk for me. Then my spirit will be at peace." He could imagine that Rune was somewhere in the ice digger right now, being a smart-aleck as usual. If Chaz had known the truth about where Rune was right that very minute he would have quickly retracted his statement, but that would not be until much later.

"No, I will not do that. There is no need for me to do that because you will not die, Chaz Ashley. I will not let you die. I promise you." Wren lightly brushed his hand through Chaz's short blond hair. The youth was looking up at him, questioningly. He wasn't lying, that Chaz could see. Without Wren's warmth he probably would die down here. Well, there was nothing better than sharing. Thank the gods that Wren was still alive.

Chaz crept up so that he was sitting in Wren's lap and leant forward, only inches away from his friend's face. He smiled happily and traced the dark tattoo-line down Wren's cheek with a fingertip. The hunter could practically see the gigantic question mark that should have been hovering above Wren's head. He looked confused. That was so cute. "I really like you." Chaz intoned, then moved forward and kissed him.

He figured that as long as they were alone they might as well enjoy the time spent together. Kissing Wren when he was so warm was amazing, and he loved the way that the android would hold him, as if he were a delicate object that could break at any moment. Chaz knew that they had both agreed to take this relationship one step at a time, heck, they had said that no more than five hours ago, but it also felt like there was a force around the both of them, pushing them together. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was dumb coincidence, but as long as he didn't mind and Wren didn't mind and the others didn't find out about it, all would be well.

As Chaz pulled away Wren blinked once, realizing what had happened and then grew flustered. Talk about an ironic role-reversal. "Chaz!" He exclaimed. "This is not the time or the place for-"

The hunter devoured Wren's next few words with his mouth. He would have been grinning if he had not been busy with the kissing thing. Chaz kind of liked being in control too, and Wren was usually too hesitant to stop him. The android kissed back anyway, even though he protested Chaz's actions. That was pretty damn hot. After a minute Wren pushed him away. "I really wish you would give me a chance to rep- mnnn�"

And then it seemed like Wren had finally given up the hope of completing a sentence at that point. He couldn't, not with Chaz's sweet interruptions. So much for Chaz being injured. Not even a broken bone could keep him down. In truth this was a relief for Chaz, an affirmation that he was still alive. He had not died in the fall, he could still kiss, and be held, and breathe and laugh and smile again. This was his own way to cope with the extract of tension that had built up and then tumbled away. Wren was a good person to see him in such a state and then care for him anyway. It made Chaz appreciate the android even more.

Their kiss broke and this time Wren didn't say anything at all. Chaz frowned, but this was a mock frown and his smile was still behind it. "Aw, you're not going to say anything else? That's a shame." Wren imitated a sigh and pushed Chaz down by his shoulder, forcing the boy to sit again. He did as he was bidden but leant against Wren's front, trying to find a comfortable spot. He was glad that Wren hadn't gotten annoyed and told him to go and find his own place to lie down. Something told him that they had a whole lot more waiting to do.

He knew that he was not supposed to fall asleep, that Raja had said he would be a dead man if he fell asleep in the snow, but after about half an hour of waiting Chaz drifted off all on his own. He wasn't really a patient person to begin with and he had not gotten much rest lately, not in the proper sense of the word. But as long as Wren kept him warm he didn't think that he was in any serious danger, and if anything were to happen his friend would wake him up again. Chaz's breathing grew deeper and his weight shifted a little, losing his conscious hold on the world around him. Chaz seemed content where he was so Wren let him be.

A few hours passed and Wren's damages steadily became worse. He could fight his growing desire to surrender himself to inactivity and he certainly did so as strongly as he could, but it would only be a matter of time until he couldn't resist it anymore. Of all the things that had become damaged during his fall down the cliff the most severely broken part had been the regulation of his heating system. Wren had unwittingly become Chaz's life support but he was also going to burn himself out. He was just thankful that Chaz had not known about it, or been worried about it. There was nothing that he could do.

He was desperately hoping for the arrival of the ice digger too. His damages were repairable, all he needed was a repair kit and a reliable pair of hands that knew what they were doing. Rika. Other than Demi, Rika was the only one that he felt he could trust with something as delicate as his inner workings. If she didn't come Chaz wasn't the only one that might be in trouble. It would be an ironic way for things to turn out, to survive a dangerous drop off a cliff only to have the cavalry come far too late.

About four hours after Chaz had fallen asleep Wren also finally lapsed into unconsciousness. He drooped down, his chin resting on the top of Chaz's head. This scene would have been outrageously touching if it had not been for the small tendrils of smoky steam, rising from the seams in Wren's armor in little grey wisps.

Chaz didn't seem to be bothered by them, deep in his sleep, unaware of the fact that Wren might be, could be, probably was� lost.
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