Learning to Breathe 7/?
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reggie11Chapter Seven: Inhale/Exhale
Rating: NC17
Genre: RPS AU
Characters/ Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 2583
Warnings: This fic contains non-con/sexual assault. Please heed the warnings if this may be a trigger for you. Nothing graphic in this chapter.
Disclaimer: This story in no way represents the actors' real lives. I think of them as actors cast in the roles of fictional characters and the story is strictly AU. Don't own anything but my own words.
Author’s Notes: I'm really sorry about the delay to update, I had a death in my family and things have been difficult. The following chapter was originally two partially written chapters. Rather than take more time to finish both and delay things even further I've edited and blended them into one chapter. I really hope it doesn't make it too disjointed and that the chapter makes sense as my brain is still a little mushy right now but I'm hoping I can get back to regular updating. Please bear with me. Chapter titles are all names of songs. Chapter title is from Inhale/Exhale by Enter My Silence.
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He was still worried about Jensen too of course but he also knew that they were doing everything to keep both of them safe. Ty stayed at the house whenever Jensen wasn’t there and also most nights, living in the small guest house at the back of Jensen’s property. It’s mainly to help Jared feel more secure and Jared knows it probably isn’t really necessary because of the heavy security in the gated community Jensen lives in but he’s glad of his presence there all the same. The record label supplies security for Jensen whenever he has to make any appearances and he has ad-hoc security if he needs to go anywhere at night without Jared and Ty. He has had security details following him around for a number of years due to his level of fame and is about as safe as he can get without having a bodyguard twenty-four-seven.
But Jake was a different story. He was in the dark to the second-hand threat made against him and it was time to fix that.
After a few minutes of catch up chatter and Jake commiserating with him over his break-up with Lauren, Jared closed his eyes and began the conversation he really didn’t want to have.
“Um Jake, you need to be careful. There are some guys...they uh, threatened to hurt you because of the movie.”
“What? What guys? Which movie? What do you mean they threatened me?”
“Shit, there were these men, a while ago – couldn’t seem to tell the difference between reality and our movie. They’re...dangerous.”
Jake let out a breath on a huff of a laugh. “God Jared, you scared me for a minute. We’ve both gotten our share of hate mail over the movie, anything that looks too threatening gets sent to the cops. Don’t let it get to you, man. They’re just a bunch of homophobic dicks who probably wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on anything.”
“No, you don’t understand, Jake. It wasn’t hate mail. These guys...they roughed me up pretty bad and your name was mentioned. They called us fags and when they hurt me they pretty much said that you and Jensen deserved to be hurt too and I really need to make sure you’re careful. Fuck dude, they got me just walking to my car outside a bar.”
“Jesus! Are you okay? What did the cops say? Couldn’t they find them?”
“I...uh...didn’t report it and I’ve got a bodyguard now and I think you should maybe consider getting one too or at the very least, make sure you don't go anywhere alone.”
“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t report it? Some guys beat you up and you let them get away with it? Christ Jared, what were you thinking?”
“It’s...I...I just...I just didn’t okay but you gotta promise me you’ll take this seriously and you can’t breathe a word of this to anyone other than your manager to tell him you’ve had a credible threat made against you.”
“What’s really going on JP? Why aren’t the cops involved?”
Jared sighed. He knew Jake would ask questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer. The only reason he said anything at all was the fact that if anything happened to Jake and he hadn’t warned him, he’d never forgive himself.
“It’s...complicated but nothing for you to worry about. I just wanted to make sure that you could get some protection. I need you to be safe.”
“What did they do to you, Jared?” It was said in almost a whisper and he was pretty sure Jake had guessed but there was no way he’d confirm it, he just couldn’t.
“I gotta go, Jake. I’ll see you when you get back and fill you in a bit more then. Take care okay.” He ended the call before his former co-star could ask anything else. He dropped his head into his hands while Jensen sat patiently and quietly beside him. The silence was broken a few minutes later.
“You did the right thing, I know it must be hard but you had to warn him. It’s still not too late to report it man, the hospital documented everything.”
“I can’t, Jensen. I can’t have people knowing and there is no way this could be kept quiet. Every time people would see me they’d know how disgusting I am. My career would be over and I’d forever be the guy who was gang-banged.”
It was so hard for Jensen to keep his temper in check but he couldn’t – wouldn’t – let Jared see himself that way. He tried to keep a lid on his explosive anger but still couldn’t prevent his words from coming out in a shout.
“You know what, that’s bullshit!”
Jared’s head snapped up, looking at him wide-eyed.
“You weren’t gang-banged, you were gang-raped! This wasn’t something you did, it was something done to you! You are not disgusting and anyone who thinks otherwise is fucking sick in the head. I get that you don’t want the media circus that this would cause but you don’t get to talk shit about yourself; not ever!”
Jared was stunned. Although he’d seen Jensen angry about the men that did this to him it was the first time he’d shown any anger toward Jared. It must have shown on his face because in the next breath Jensen was apologizing.
“God, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have yelled at you but I hate it when you talk about yourself that way. It hurts to know you think so little of yourself and that you still somehow seem to think that there is something wrong with you. They did this, not you. They took from you Jared and it wasn’t some sort of kinky sex thing, it was an act of violence. You may feel different and hell I know things are really different for you now but you are still the same great guy you were before. You're still one of the best people I know and the best friend I’ve ever had. You have a good and pure and caring soul. Don’t let them take that from you too.” He broke off on a sob.
He looked at Jensen with something akin to wonder and pulled him into a fierce hug. He couldn’t really understand how Jensen didn’t see the filth that was written into his skin now when he couldn’t look at himself without the creeping disgust that always overwhelmed him, but all he could see reflected back in Jensen’s eyes was love and honesty and it made his heart swell with gratitude. The only time he ever felt remotely like his old self or felt any happiness at all was when he was around Jensen.
“Thank you,” he whispered into his friend’s hair.
It had been eleven weeks since that fateful night and although the last month had seen Jared drinking less and exercising more, a lot more – in fact, it had become something close to an obsession and he was starting to bulk up impressively – there were reasonably good days, indifferent days and bad days; Jared was obviously having one of his bad days. He’d been sitting quietly on the sofa for hours just staring into space and he looked bereft. Jensen hated seeing that lost look on his face and wished, not for the first time, that there was some kind of magic wand he could wave to fix this.
He took a seat on the sofa and gently covered Jared’s hand with his own.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to talk?”
Jared waved one hand dismissively while his chin rested in his other hand. “I’m okay, you should, I dunno, go out and have some fun or something.”
“You’re not okay and I’m not going out and leaving you when you’re feeling bad.” He scooted closer with an earnest expression on his face. “I hate seeing you so unhappy.”
“You really do don’t you?”
“Of course I do, I love you, man.”
It took Jensen completely by surprise when Jared leaned forward and brushed their lips together. He was so taken aback that he was frozen to the spot but when he didn’t push his friend away Jared continued to kiss him softly and he surprised himself by kissing back. It wasn’t a passionate kiss but nor was it chaste. After what may have been twenty or thirty seconds Jared pulled back slowly, far enough that he could look Jensen in the eyes and be able to focus and for a few heart-stopping beats neither of them moved and neither of them spoke. Then tears welled in those soft hazel eyes as something seemed to click in Jared’s brain.
“Oh Christ. I’m so sorry.” His voice was anguished and he began to scramble away.
“Hey...hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”
It was like the man completely deflated and for someone so large, he had managed to make himself look so much smaller as he seemed to shrink in on himself.
“Jared, it’s fine. Really. Do you want to tell me what that was about?” He spoke as gently as he could, not wanting to spook him.
“What’s wrong with me? I...I dunno why...,” he sighed. “I feel so dirty, all of the time, you know? Like I’m nothing anymore and like nobody will ever want to touch me ever again. But you...I never feel like that with you. You always make me feel like...I dunno, you look at me and I never see any disgust there and that’s all I see when I look in the mirror. You care about me so damn much and...you...you make me think that someday maybe things will be alright again. I just...”
“It’s okay, I think I get it. It’s not a crime to want to feel a physical connection to someone who cares about you – with someone you trust. There’s no shame in wanting physical contact.”
“I’m so messed up.”
“I know you are but you’ll get there.”
“I still shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“Done what? Kiss me? It’s not like you did something awful, Jared and you know you’re not the first guy to kiss me,” Jensen chuckled.
“Yeah I know, but you’re my friend – my best friend – and I’m just so confused and you already have to put up with enough of my shit and I just shouldn’t have–”
“You’re my best friend too, you know that and nothing is going to change that. Can I ask what you’re confused about?”
“I don’t even really know. My head is like...just sometimes it’s so messy and I can’t think straight and I don’t know what I’m feeling and I can’t put anything in order and it’s just...” He pulled at his hair in frustration.
“Do you want to talk to Traci? I know you’re not due to see her until the end of the week but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind an extra session. I could give her a call and see when she’s free. She might be able to help you get your thoughts in order and you always feel better after you see her.”
“Yeah, I think...yeah. I am sorry Jensen. You put up with so much from me and now this.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about and it’s not like the kiss was something awful.” Trying to lighten the heavy tension he added, “It was actually kinda nice, you’re a good kisser.” Jensen smiled and winked and Jared blushed heavily. “You’ve just gotta sort your head out a bit. Just don’t start feeling guilty over this okay? It was nothing. Needing contact is nothing to feel ashamed of.”
When Jared excused himself to go lie down, looking like a kicked puppy, Jensen made the call to Jared’s therapist who agreed to drop by later that day. He knew the only reason Jared had kissed him was because, since the attack, the only form of human comfort he got were a few hugs and for a person as touchy feely as Jared usually was it must be really weird having everyone at arm’s length all the time and at the moment he was the only person Jared really trusted. The man was lonely and hurting and it made sense that he was confused about what he needed to feel safe and comforted.
Jensen felt a small ripple of shame that he’d enjoyed the kiss because he knew it wasn’t what Jared really wanted or needed, just the act of a desperate man who was hurting and needing reassurance. He’d never truly thought of Jared that way before except in the abstract. Jensen was bi but Jared was straight and except for appreciating that his friend was incredibly attractive, he’d never really even considered it before. It made him feel a little disgusted in himself that he found himself wishing that circumstances were different and the kiss had been real. But they weren’t different and his friend was confused and hurting and straight and there was no way he would ever take advantage of him. The man had been raped for God’s sake. He thought it was pretty much amazing that Jared wasn’t in there puking his guts out at just the thought of kissing him.
“You mind if I join you for a workout this morning? You’ve had all of that fabulous gym equipment here for a while now and I may as well put it to use too. Maybe you could spot me while I do some weights, I’ve been a bit of a couch potato lately and I could really use some exercise.”
Jared glanced up furtively through his bangs and saw nothing but Jensen’s usual open expression and felt the knot in his gut release. He’d been so scared that kissing him yesterday would have changed the dynamic between them and made Jensen seriously uncomfortable but he didn’t see any of that in Jensen’s demeanor. He looked up and gave a small, shy but genuine, smile.
“Yeah, we could do that.”
Chapter 8
Rating: NC17
Genre: RPS AU
Characters/ Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 2583
Warnings: This fic contains non-con/sexual assault. Please heed the warnings if this may be a trigger for you. Nothing graphic in this chapter.
Disclaimer: This story in no way represents the actors' real lives. I think of them as actors cast in the roles of fictional characters and the story is strictly AU. Don't own anything but my own words.
Author’s Notes: I'm really sorry about the delay to update, I had a death in my family and things have been difficult. The following chapter was originally two partially written chapters. Rather than take more time to finish both and delay things even further I've edited and blended them into one chapter. I really hope it doesn't make it too disjointed and that the chapter makes sense as my brain is still a little mushy right now but I'm hoping I can get back to regular updating. Please bear with me. Chapter titles are all names of songs. Chapter title is from Inhale/Exhale by Enter My Silence.
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Chapter Seven - Inhale/Exhale
Jared couldn’t put it off any longer. Jake was due back in a couple of weeks and he had yet to warn him of the possible danger he could find himself in and he knew he’d have to make the call. He’d been mulling it over for days and still couldn’t come up with a way to tell him without giving any details away so he would just have to wing it and hope for the best. Jake probably wasn’t in any real danger and his own attack had most likely been opportunistic but how could he possibly risk it?He was still worried about Jensen too of course but he also knew that they were doing everything to keep both of them safe. Ty stayed at the house whenever Jensen wasn’t there and also most nights, living in the small guest house at the back of Jensen’s property. It’s mainly to help Jared feel more secure and Jared knows it probably isn’t really necessary because of the heavy security in the gated community Jensen lives in but he’s glad of his presence there all the same. The record label supplies security for Jensen whenever he has to make any appearances and he has ad-hoc security if he needs to go anywhere at night without Jared and Ty. He has had security details following him around for a number of years due to his level of fame and is about as safe as he can get without having a bodyguard twenty-four-seven.
But Jake was a different story. He was in the dark to the second-hand threat made against him and it was time to fix that.
After a few minutes of catch up chatter and Jake commiserating with him over his break-up with Lauren, Jared closed his eyes and began the conversation he really didn’t want to have.
“Um Jake, you need to be careful. There are some guys...they uh, threatened to hurt you because of the movie.”
“What? What guys? Which movie? What do you mean they threatened me?”
“Shit, there were these men, a while ago – couldn’t seem to tell the difference between reality and our movie. They’re...dangerous.”
Jake let out a breath on a huff of a laugh. “God Jared, you scared me for a minute. We’ve both gotten our share of hate mail over the movie, anything that looks too threatening gets sent to the cops. Don’t let it get to you, man. They’re just a bunch of homophobic dicks who probably wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on anything.”
“No, you don’t understand, Jake. It wasn’t hate mail. These guys...they roughed me up pretty bad and your name was mentioned. They called us fags and when they hurt me they pretty much said that you and Jensen deserved to be hurt too and I really need to make sure you’re careful. Fuck dude, they got me just walking to my car outside a bar.”
“Jesus! Are you okay? What did the cops say? Couldn’t they find them?”
“I...uh...didn’t report it and I’ve got a bodyguard now and I think you should maybe consider getting one too or at the very least, make sure you don't go anywhere alone.”
“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t report it? Some guys beat you up and you let them get away with it? Christ Jared, what were you thinking?”
“It’s...I...I just...I just didn’t okay but you gotta promise me you’ll take this seriously and you can’t breathe a word of this to anyone other than your manager to tell him you’ve had a credible threat made against you.”
“What’s really going on JP? Why aren’t the cops involved?”
Jared sighed. He knew Jake would ask questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer. The only reason he said anything at all was the fact that if anything happened to Jake and he hadn’t warned him, he’d never forgive himself.
“It’s...complicated but nothing for you to worry about. I just wanted to make sure that you could get some protection. I need you to be safe.”
“What did they do to you, Jared?” It was said in almost a whisper and he was pretty sure Jake had guessed but there was no way he’d confirm it, he just couldn’t.
“I gotta go, Jake. I’ll see you when you get back and fill you in a bit more then. Take care okay.” He ended the call before his former co-star could ask anything else. He dropped his head into his hands while Jensen sat patiently and quietly beside him. The silence was broken a few minutes later.
“You did the right thing, I know it must be hard but you had to warn him. It’s still not too late to report it man, the hospital documented everything.”
“I can’t, Jensen. I can’t have people knowing and there is no way this could be kept quiet. Every time people would see me they’d know how disgusting I am. My career would be over and I’d forever be the guy who was gang-banged.”
It was so hard for Jensen to keep his temper in check but he couldn’t – wouldn’t – let Jared see himself that way. He tried to keep a lid on his explosive anger but still couldn’t prevent his words from coming out in a shout.
“You know what, that’s bullshit!”
Jared’s head snapped up, looking at him wide-eyed.
“You weren’t gang-banged, you were gang-raped! This wasn’t something you did, it was something done to you! You are not disgusting and anyone who thinks otherwise is fucking sick in the head. I get that you don’t want the media circus that this would cause but you don’t get to talk shit about yourself; not ever!”
Jared was stunned. Although he’d seen Jensen angry about the men that did this to him it was the first time he’d shown any anger toward Jared. It must have shown on his face because in the next breath Jensen was apologizing.
“God, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have yelled at you but I hate it when you talk about yourself that way. It hurts to know you think so little of yourself and that you still somehow seem to think that there is something wrong with you. They did this, not you. They took from you Jared and it wasn’t some sort of kinky sex thing, it was an act of violence. You may feel different and hell I know things are really different for you now but you are still the same great guy you were before. You're still one of the best people I know and the best friend I’ve ever had. You have a good and pure and caring soul. Don’t let them take that from you too.” He broke off on a sob.
He looked at Jensen with something akin to wonder and pulled him into a fierce hug. He couldn’t really understand how Jensen didn’t see the filth that was written into his skin now when he couldn’t look at himself without the creeping disgust that always overwhelmed him, but all he could see reflected back in Jensen’s eyes was love and honesty and it made his heart swell with gratitude. The only time he ever felt remotely like his old self or felt any happiness at all was when he was around Jensen.
“Thank you,” he whispered into his friend’s hair.
ooOoo
Jared had gone to bed early the night of the phone call, the experience leaving him drained. The next day he felt like he was in a fog.It had been eleven weeks since that fateful night and although the last month had seen Jared drinking less and exercising more, a lot more – in fact, it had become something close to an obsession and he was starting to bulk up impressively – there were reasonably good days, indifferent days and bad days; Jared was obviously having one of his bad days. He’d been sitting quietly on the sofa for hours just staring into space and he looked bereft. Jensen hated seeing that lost look on his face and wished, not for the first time, that there was some kind of magic wand he could wave to fix this.
He took a seat on the sofa and gently covered Jared’s hand with his own.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to talk?”
Jared waved one hand dismissively while his chin rested in his other hand. “I’m okay, you should, I dunno, go out and have some fun or something.”
“You’re not okay and I’m not going out and leaving you when you’re feeling bad.” He scooted closer with an earnest expression on his face. “I hate seeing you so unhappy.”
“You really do don’t you?”
“Of course I do, I love you, man.”
It took Jensen completely by surprise when Jared leaned forward and brushed their lips together. He was so taken aback that he was frozen to the spot but when he didn’t push his friend away Jared continued to kiss him softly and he surprised himself by kissing back. It wasn’t a passionate kiss but nor was it chaste. After what may have been twenty or thirty seconds Jared pulled back slowly, far enough that he could look Jensen in the eyes and be able to focus and for a few heart-stopping beats neither of them moved and neither of them spoke. Then tears welled in those soft hazel eyes as something seemed to click in Jared’s brain.
“Oh Christ. I’m so sorry.” His voice was anguished and he began to scramble away.
“Hey...hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”
It was like the man completely deflated and for someone so large, he had managed to make himself look so much smaller as he seemed to shrink in on himself.
“Jared, it’s fine. Really. Do you want to tell me what that was about?” He spoke as gently as he could, not wanting to spook him.
“What’s wrong with me? I...I dunno why...,” he sighed. “I feel so dirty, all of the time, you know? Like I’m nothing anymore and like nobody will ever want to touch me ever again. But you...I never feel like that with you. You always make me feel like...I dunno, you look at me and I never see any disgust there and that’s all I see when I look in the mirror. You care about me so damn much and...you...you make me think that someday maybe things will be alright again. I just...”
“It’s okay, I think I get it. It’s not a crime to want to feel a physical connection to someone who cares about you – with someone you trust. There’s no shame in wanting physical contact.”
“I’m so messed up.”
“I know you are but you’ll get there.”
“I still shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“Done what? Kiss me? It’s not like you did something awful, Jared and you know you’re not the first guy to kiss me,” Jensen chuckled.
“Yeah I know, but you’re my friend – my best friend – and I’m just so confused and you already have to put up with enough of my shit and I just shouldn’t have–”
“You’re my best friend too, you know that and nothing is going to change that. Can I ask what you’re confused about?”
“I don’t even really know. My head is like...just sometimes it’s so messy and I can’t think straight and I don’t know what I’m feeling and I can’t put anything in order and it’s just...” He pulled at his hair in frustration.
“Do you want to talk to Traci? I know you’re not due to see her until the end of the week but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind an extra session. I could give her a call and see when she’s free. She might be able to help you get your thoughts in order and you always feel better after you see her.”
“Yeah, I think...yeah. I am sorry Jensen. You put up with so much from me and now this.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about and it’s not like the kiss was something awful.” Trying to lighten the heavy tension he added, “It was actually kinda nice, you’re a good kisser.” Jensen smiled and winked and Jared blushed heavily. “You’ve just gotta sort your head out a bit. Just don’t start feeling guilty over this okay? It was nothing. Needing contact is nothing to feel ashamed of.”
When Jared excused himself to go lie down, looking like a kicked puppy, Jensen made the call to Jared’s therapist who agreed to drop by later that day. He knew the only reason Jared had kissed him was because, since the attack, the only form of human comfort he got were a few hugs and for a person as touchy feely as Jared usually was it must be really weird having everyone at arm’s length all the time and at the moment he was the only person Jared really trusted. The man was lonely and hurting and it made sense that he was confused about what he needed to feel safe and comforted.
Jensen felt a small ripple of shame that he’d enjoyed the kiss because he knew it wasn’t what Jared really wanted or needed, just the act of a desperate man who was hurting and needing reassurance. He’d never truly thought of Jared that way before except in the abstract. Jensen was bi but Jared was straight and except for appreciating that his friend was incredibly attractive, he’d never really even considered it before. It made him feel a little disgusted in himself that he found himself wishing that circumstances were different and the kiss had been real. But they weren’t different and his friend was confused and hurting and straight and there was no way he would ever take advantage of him. The man had been raped for God’s sake. He thought it was pretty much amazing that Jared wasn’t in there puking his guts out at just the thought of kissing him.
ooOoo
He hadn’t seen Jared after Traci left yesterday afternoon. She had been in with him for more than two hours and when she came out she had told him that Jared was exhausted but okay and that it was probably best to let him rest. When Jared had stumbled out into the kitchen in the morning he had gone straight for the coffee machine and avoided making eye contact. The last thing the guy needed was to feel uncomfortable around Jensen so he made no mention of what had occurred the previous day and tried to defuse the tension in the air.“You mind if I join you for a workout this morning? You’ve had all of that fabulous gym equipment here for a while now and I may as well put it to use too. Maybe you could spot me while I do some weights, I’ve been a bit of a couch potato lately and I could really use some exercise.”
Jared glanced up furtively through his bangs and saw nothing but Jensen’s usual open expression and felt the knot in his gut release. He’d been so scared that kissing him yesterday would have changed the dynamic between them and made Jensen seriously uncomfortable but he didn’t see any of that in Jensen’s demeanor. He looked up and gave a small, shy but genuine, smile.
“Yeah, we could do that.”
Chapter 8
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Date: 2013-10-12 06:29 pm (UTC)Loved the wording in Jensen's explanation of how he saw the whole situation: " I hate it when you talk about yourself that way. It hurts to know you think so little of yourself and that you still somehow seem to think that there is something wrong with you. They did this, not you. They took from you Jared and it wasn’t some sort of kinky sex thing, it was an act of violence. You may feel different and hell I know things are really different for you now but you are still the same great guy you were before. You're still one of the best people I know and the best friend I’ve ever had. You have a good and pure and caring soul. Don’t let them take that from you too.”
Very well-written, dear. Wish I had had a Jensen-like friend in my life all those many years ago. God bless you for all the careful thought you have put into this tale.
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Date: 2013-10-13 09:32 am (UTC)I wish you could have had a friend like Jensen too. It makes me very sad that you didn't x
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Date: 2013-10-13 10:17 pm (UTC)'This wasn’t something you did, it was something done to you!'
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