It's a Saturday night in July, and it's been a week since the incident at Azeneth's house. To the east of the village, towards the stream, an old house with a huge courtyard often becomes the meeting point for a group of young people.
The music is loud and a bonfire waits to turn into embers for the barbecue.
Carlota and Azeneth walk there.
―Is it here?
―Yes. A friend, David, lives here. He's cool.
―There are a lot of people, Carlota.
―I know! I only invited a few people haha. I don't have many friends, actually. Either people don't like me or they believe the things they say about me and Victor. But you know, a friend invites another friend and so it gets crowded. It's good I didn't have the party at my house, Victor would have killed me hahaha.
―I don't know if I should be here.
―Oh, stop. You have to distract yourself a little.
―But-
―What are you worried about? Your scars to being seen? The only one that is half noticeable is the one on the forehead. Gossip about what happened to you? They will do it with or without you here. That you are very calm while your grandfather is in the hospital? They already told you he is stable.
―Just because he's stable doesn't mean he's fine. And I still don't have the courage to go visit him...
―Azeneth! Come ooon! Do it for me! It's my birthday!
Azeneth doesn't have time to answer because, as soon as they cross the gate of the house, Carlota's friends pounce on her to celebrate, despite her birthday is officially until tomorrow.
Azeneth steps aside to give them space, and watches Carlota chat animatedly with them.
Everyone looks so friendly, and she still feels intimidated. Plus, they're probably at least a couple of years older than her, which makes her think she's out of place there.
Then Carlota approaches, holding the arm of another girl.
―Azeneth! Look, she's Gloria! ―she affectionately pushes Gloria towards her, who greets her with a kiss on the cheek.
―So you're Azeneth! Carlota has told me about you.
―Oh, yes. She has also told me about you.
And sure she has done it. Gloria and Carlota were classmates in high school.
―Obviously she told you about me ―she replies laughing―. At school we're always together. Well, we were, right? ―she gives Carlota a gentle nudge.
―That's in the past ―Carlota says dramatically.
Both have graduated at the beginning of July.
―Now you're going to university, future doctor. And you're of legal age!
―I'm not of legal age yet! Until midnight ―she looks at Azeneth and says, trying to include her in the conversation―: Azeneth is still in high school; she says she still doesn't know what she wants to study when she finishes.
―You can choose nothing, like me haha ―says Gloria, who as soon as she graduated started working in a local store―. Hey, it's good that you dared to go out, I hope you're better. How does your-
―Oh, don't bother her with that ―Carlota interrupts her, knowing she's going to ask her about her grandfather.
Azeneth feels obliged to respond, although she does so with the intention of letting the subject die.
―... Well, he's still alive...
Gloria stares at her for a moment, waiting for her to say something else, until finally she says:
―Ah, he's doing fine then, but Carlota is right, I don't bother you anymore... But hey, Carlotita, I wanted to talk to you ―she takes her friend's arm to bring her closer to her and beckons Azeneth to come closer too―. Guess who's around...
Carlota pretends to be surprised.
―Don't tell me... Aza... Who invited him?
―He's David's friend, what did you expect? And he hasn't come in, he's over there, I ran into him a while ago when we went for ice. He was waiting with his friend, that chewing gum, Solum.
―He'd better not get close.
―Oh, no! Wait! He explained everything to me, the unknown number and all that. I mean, look, you know Azael and I don't get along, but I think you have to listen to what he's going to tell you. He says he brought his brother's cell phone to show you the evidence and I don't know what else, cause I've already occupied myself with other things. But there he is ―points to a post in the street, near the gate―. There, look.
Carlota is thinking. She looks annoyed, but stares in his direction.
Azeneth had had too little dealings with Azael to have anything to say. She can barely see him out under the post, because out there is not very good lighting in the street; he seems to be with his back turned, and from time to time he turns towards the gate.
Gloria pushes Carlota to walk.
―Oh, don't be an asshole, sooner or later you're going to talk to him, I already know you ―Carlota looks at her, now really angry―. Don't make that face... Go ahead, shuu shuu.
―Ok! I'm coming! Don't push me!
When Carlota has moved far enough, Gloria says to Azeneth, raising her eyebrows:
―This is something serious, huh?... But weeell ―she says as she shrugs. She has the same habit as Carlota of slurring her words―, let them talk... I'm going to introduce you to some friends... Ah! Wait... Do you want to have a drink?... Oh, no! Carlota warned me not to offer you alcohol... I think we have soda, wait for me here.
―Sure. Thank you.
Gloria leaves her alone for a moment. She feels a little relaxed after participating in the confidences of the two girls. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to come.
―She said I'm chewing gum.
―Huh?!
There is a boy behind her, leaning against a bar. It seems he has been listening to them. She can't understand how they didn't notice his presence.
―Gloria said I'm chewing gum.
―Ehhh... Are you Solum?
So, he is Solum. She had heard about him. She knows he is Azael's friend.
―Ajá. What does it mean to be a chewing gum?
―Ah... it's someone who is always accompanying another person, who always wants to be with them. Stuck, like chewing gum.
―Ah, I'm Aza's chewing gum, then.
―That's what she says.
―Well, it's true haha ―he laughs, without embarrassment―. You're Azeneth, aren't you?
―Yes.
―Aza told me to distract you and Gloria, so he could talk to Carlota, but it's not necessary anymore, I think.
―No, not anymore.
She can see how the boy stares at the scratches on her face, confused, until he notices the scar on her forehead.
―You have a wound on your forehead! Are you ok?
―It's nothing, it's already healing.
―What happened to you?!
―From the way they look at me, I imagine everyone here knows it.
―I don't.
―Well... it's a long story.
―Well.
Solum seems to understand it's an inappropriate topic, and stops insisting. He appears to be friendly and simple. However, for some reason she doesn't yet understand, Azeneth is uncomfortable with his company. Maybe it's because he's a stranger who talks to her with a lot of confidence, or maybe it's because of that light smile that makes it seem like he's making fun of her without her noticing.
Carlota mentioned his name frequently. She even heard it from the mouth of Victor Evans. Not only is Azael's friend, he lives with him and his brother, Olegario. The three came to live in the village a few years ago. It had never occurred to her to ask where they come from, why they came to this town, where their parents are... But suddenly all those questions come to her mind, so she ventures to say:
―You're not from around here, are you?
―Is it so obvious?!
Azeneth, for reasons only the shy people understand, is embarrassed to accept she has talked with Carlota about him, so she makes something up.
―Well... your name doesn't sound common.
―Ahhh, it's not my name haha, it's a nickname.
―Ah.
―But you're not from around here either! Aza told me that!
What else could he have told him?
―No, I'm not.
―Where are you from?
―Well... further south.
―Ahhh, is your family there?
―Yes. Well, for now my mom is here too, I think. She came to take care of my grandfather.
―Do you think?
―Yes, I don't know. I'm living in Carlota's house now.
―Ahhh. Do you live with Dr. Victor? How are you doing with him?
―With the doctor? ―the question seemed strange to her―. Ehhh... I don't know, I almost don't see him. Most of the time he's either in his office or he isn't at home-
―Hey, and why? ―Solum asks suddenly.
―Why what?
―Why you don't live with your mother?
―Well... We don't get along.
―Ahhh, did you have an argument with her?
―I don't know if it's the right word...
―And you don't have any siblings?
Azeneth doesn't respond. The one interrogated is her, but so many questions confuse her and she can't find a way to turn the conversation.
Solum hadn't realized he was disturbing her until now, that she's looking at him wide-eyed and unable to utter a word.
―Sorry! It just seemed weird to me; you look like... like a family person haha.
She denies it, strangely frightened.
―I don't think I'm one. My mom didn't either, I don't know why she had one.
Why did you say this?
―And you said your grandfather-
If she keeps letting him talk, she's going to end up talking more nonsense, so she interrupts him with the first question that comes to mind.
―What's your real name?
Now it's he who seems surprised, only for a few moments, as he laughs and answers:
―Ah... I don't know hahaha.
Fortunately, Gloria arrives at that moment and greets the boy with confidence.
―Solum! What are you doing here? Where did you leave the little brothers? ―she asks, referring to Azael and Olegario, although she knows very well where the first one is.
―I left Olegario drinking, and Aza with Carlota. In other words, as always... I'm leaving. Nice to meet you, Azeneth ―he gives them a last smile and leaves.
She is relieved that he is leaving.
But, something inside her, more than feeling relief, feels anger.
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A meddler, he is.
Who does he think he is?
It had left her alone for a few days, but it clearly wasn't going to stay silent.
Damn conceited boy.
And you let him talk to you that way.
You shouldn't have come.
Have you already felt your heart?
Beating like crazy.
You shouldn't have come.
Her stomach churns and nausea escalates through her esophagus.
Ha, Azeneth. You want to convince yourself you're relieved that he's gone.
But deep down you wanted him to stay.
Where is Carlota?
What else did you want to ask him?
―You don't want soda then?
She has forgotten about Gloria, who looks at her strangely, holding out a glass to her, who knows for how long.
She takes the drink, making sure her hand doesn't tremble.
It will be a long night...
*
Outside David's house, Azael and Carlota finally talk.
―See? ―Azael tells her, while she holds a phone and stares at the screen, embarrassed.
―Weeell, I got it.
―But you won't let me explain ―he's the one who's upset now.
―Oh, Aza... What did you want me to think? I saw you answering calls and you hung up when I approached and you are all weird with me and I asked you and you said it was nothing and then I saw that unknown number on your phone calling you... I thought it was another woman...
―Well, I didn't want to bother you with my problems! And when I wanted to explain it to you, you had already blocked me from Whats and from everywhere and you got prideful and... ―Azael says no more.
They both know what Carlota is going to say.
―So... the number is from a coyote, you say?
―Yes, one of those... one of those men who help you cross the border-
―I know who the coyotes are! I'm asking why-
―Wait, don't get upset, it's not a fact, don't worry... we are thinking about it, Olegario is the one who is most decided, but we don't know, we don't know.
Carlota quickly searches in her head for all the reasons why it's a bad idea.
―Are you going to do that to Solum? How are you going to cross the border with him?
―Oh, c'mon, Solum has the least problem with that, and you know why.
―... But, I mean, I don't understand... ―she has a couple of other reasons, but it doesn't make sense to say them. She looks down at the floor, confused.
―Well, it was the plan, it was the plan from the beginning and we postponed it for... for many years. We have been stuck here for years. YEARS.
―It's just that... I didn't think that plan would still stand.
―It's the only one we have, maybe if we succeed, if we do something bigger, they won't see us badly there... at home ―Azael looks down the street, as if his house were there and not hundreds of miles away.
―I think if you returned home now, you would no longer be badly received, the one they ran away was your father and today nobody knows where he is.
―Dead, probably... But after what Olegario did, they are going to see us bad too.
―But they don't know what he did, do they?
―No.
―So?
―Do you want me to do that? If we come back, we may stay there forever.
―And if you cross the border, you may never come back, too. And what does it matter what I want, it's your life. I just thought you were happy here, that you no longer needed to go north, to the other side of the border ―she doesn't know for sure what to say, she just feels the need to go against him and not show too much that she cares. If he's going to leave, clearly he doesn't care either, right?
―Sometimes I am.
―Sometimes? ―Carlota looks at him, offended.
―It's just that, I'm fine here, but... It's just it feels strange, I don't know how, as if, as if I was happy, but because I have no other choice... Like, I'd be happier if I knew I'm here because I want, you know?
He turns to look at her too. If she wasn't so engrossed in her own feelings, Carlota might notice a genuine distress on his face. She doesn't answer.
―I'm not saying that for you, Carlota.
He puts his arm around her shoulders, and tries to turn her towards him, but she refuses.
―Carlota. I love you, a lot. You know that, right?
She remains silent.
―Hey. You know that, right?
―Yes.
―... But you're going to make your life, when the summer is over, you're going to enter university. You're not even going to live here anymore. Then I'm going to fall short for you, because I'm just a miner.
―Oh, no. Don't blame me. Don't compare, the university is a few hours from here, not on the other side of the border, Azael. And you know when I'm done, I'll come back here to take over Victor's office. So, what... what's that bullshit that you're going to fall short? As if your job were-
―No no no, don't say anything right now, right now you could say whatever you want, but in the future, you're going to contradict yourself... If I do something more with my life, then maybe I'm worthy of my family, and even of you.
After a pause, Carlota only manages to say:
―Then you're leaving...
―I don't know yet! Shit, I don't know, I would like to do it all, stay here, it's just that here I have like... peace, and I have you, but there to the south is my family, and there in the north is my future, and everywhere I look there is something...
―So having so much to look you think your future is there.
―I told you it's still not certain... In fact, I'd like to... I know you don't have the obligation, but is... like... if I went there, and you waited for me, well... but I don't even know anymore...
―That's what everyone says, and they leave and you don't hear from them again ―she replies, although deep down she wanted him to suggest something like that.
―Carlota, I'm serious... but it's not certain. I don't know, the one with the last word is Olegario, he'll say.
―And if Olegario wants to leave, why doesn't he leave by himself? I know it's your old brother but you're not stuck to each other. You don't even get along, you seem like a failed marriage, just together for the children, which in this case the child is Solum.
Azael pulls his arm back and moves away from her a little. Even though she provoked him intentionally, she doesn't like it when he gets really angry.
―What do you know about how we get along? You talk about Olegario as if he were a... a tyrant... and about Solum as if he were a stupid, and about me as if I was bossed around. If you had siblings you would understand, my brother worked hard to take care of us, and if he wants us to support him, we support him. It's easy for you to say those things because you have money and you have someone to take care of you.
―Be careful what you say ―she replies, speaking slowly, with warning―. I remind you my family also abandoned me.
―But you still have your uncle, and you've followed him like a lapdog since you've lived with him, you're going to study medicine to be like him, to follow his tradition, to take over his office, you live in his shadow, don't be blaming me for what you don't do.
Carlota is silent for a moment, confused.
―... I... I don't do that...
He doesn't respond. He thinks for a moment, and when he finally speaks, he does so calmly.
―Look, we're not going to get anywhere with this conversation. Let's not talk about this until it's a fact... That's why I didn't want to tell you yet-
―I don't like you hiding things from me!
―Ok ok.
―... You have to confirm me before I go to university, ok?
―... Ok.
―Well.
Azael looks at the time. A few minutes after midnight.
―It's already midnight... I swear I didn't want to ruin your birthday. Just... telling you this seemed important to me...
Carlota shakes her head, indicating she doesn't care. She tries to joke.
―... I guess it's the universe telling me "Look, you're an adult now... That's what it's like to be an adult, things aren't always going to be the way you want them to, and people are going to go their own ways."
Azael cracks a sad smile. He turns a little and looks into his jeans pocket.
―Ehhh... I brought you something, for your birthday-
―Give it to me later ―Carlota interrupts him. Suddenly she feels a lump in her throat and just wants to go back into the house―. I'm leaving, they must be waiting for me ―she begins to walk away.
―Later? When?
―Later! Bye!
She walks inside, and when she doesn't hear Azael's voice answering, she realizes that maybe she's been a little arrogant. She stops and turns. He's still standing there, but he's not looking at her anymore.
―Azael!
―Huh?!
―Tomorrow? Tomorrow afternoon, can you?
―Yes, I can ―he replies immediately―. I pass by your house at 5.
―Ok.
―Fine.
She is about to leave again, but decides to continue talking.
―If you leave... I'm going to miss you... a lot. I missed you here today... all three in fact, Olegario and Solum too.
―... It's not certain, Carlota, that I'm leaving... And you should say hello to Solum. I asked him to sneak in to distract Gloria and Azeneth.
―Really?
―Yes, go, go. Tell him I am here, tell him to come because we are leaving.
―Don't you want to go in?
―No, thank you.
―... Ok bye. See you tomorrow.
―See you tomorrow.
*
Years before, in a common land in the southwest of the country, a man was carefully observing some crops while smoking a cigarette. It was common to find him standing at the beginning of the road that led to the family home, from where are in plain sight a few hectares covered with green that belonged to him.
He was no longer of age to handwork, so he just looked at the field he had tended all his life, which was now in charge of his eldest son. The youngest one had left home a few years ago and from time to time he used to appear there. He had the habit of arriving unannounced, so the man was not surprised to suddenly see his silhouette approaching to where he was. He could no longer see well enough to distinguish him from afar, but he recognized his way of walking.
When the young man reached him, said with a broad smile:
―Don't smoke so much anymore, dad ―it didn't seem like a scolding, because he said it with affection. It was his way of greeting.
―You just started studying to be a doctor and you're already bothering with that every time you come.
―No, no. I just say, you know what you do.
―Have you greeted your mother yet?
―Yes, I ate with her and then I came to see if you were here.
―Okay.
―Hey, I came to visit you because... I don't think I'm going to have chance to come and visit you anytime soon. I'm going to do social service; how do you see? Maybe they'll send me a little farther away.
The man kept silent for a while.
You can imagine, right?
―Far? Where?
―Look... I don't know well yet-
―They're going to send you to the Mountain!
―Wait-
―Sure! To the Mountain! They send the most stupid people there.
―No one is forcing me to go, I accepted-
―See? The most stupid.
―Listen to me first. They need people there. It's not as dangerous as they say, and I'm going to spend all the time at the Clinic. If it gets dangerous, I think they send me back.
―But who tells you to go there, Serván?! You don't need to go around struggling. Here you have everything. Don't think I'm not proud my son is helping people... but what a need...
―I'm just here to let you know, I've already made the decision to go.
―Look, you and your brother are grown up. You know what you're doing. You didn't ask me for permission or money to leave... but it's just... what a need really... you lack nothing here, I expected you and your brother to take care of everything here, but you grabbed it on your side... and I respect... but what a need...
―But don't tell me that, I didn't leave, it's just that here there is nowhere to study what I wanted. And I doubt very much my brother and I get along working together, you know how he is and how I am. It's better that way, everyone in peace. Look how well he takes care of it, I would only hinder him, I was never good for this.
―Because you never put any effort into it, you never put interest in it. Do you think he was born knowing?
You look at Serván's face, you don't know if he is sad or ashamed. But it's the kind of things he needs to hear to become a man.
―... I put in the effort... what more would I have wanted than to please you.
They both remained silent for a long time.
―Just don't forget one thing, boy. Don't forget this is where you come from, huh?
―Of course not!... Wouldn't you like a hospital nearby, for all the people around here? This way they don't have to travel to the city. But we need people for that. Wouldn't it be good for me to attend it?
Silly dreams. The youngest one had to be.
―Did you already tell your mother?
―No.
―Go and tell her, she's sure going to start cooking everything for you to take with.
―Ok.
―Come on! Go!
Serván smiled as he ran away.
He also recognized his way of running. He could recognize him if he saw him running a kilometer away.
But his son was not one kilometer away, nor two. In his heart, he was too far away, too far.
*
It's already early in the morning and Carlota and Gloria hang out in a corner of the courtyard of David's house, chatting and joking.
Azeneth accompanies them. She has spent the last few hours handling herself like an automaton, as if inside her, the mechanisms and gears were about to fall apart and she had to steer carefully and calculate every move, because at the slightest carelessness, a nut would come out of place and its casing would break into pieces.
It's not the first time this has happened to her. She has experienced it over the past few months. Sometimes she thinks that she will learn to live with it and other times she thinks at any moment that fault inside her with its terrifying voice and its overwhelming presence would make her collapse.
This isn't normal, is it?
Luckily, her two companions are slightly drunk and too involved in their conversation to pay attention to her.
―And what do you think of him leaving? ―Gloria asks Carlota.
Although their conversation is varied, they return to the subject of Azael again and again.
―I don't know! I hadn't thought about that possibility. I totally forgot about it. I hadn't thought about the future.
―Well, now you're eighteen, it's time to start thinking about the future.
―I don't want to! Can't time be frozen and things stay this way? Just stay in high school, Gloria! And may Aza not go anywhere... And neither do you, Azeneth! You stay here, but surely when the matter of your grandfather is resolved you are going to return to your mother... Everyone is leaving... Maybe I won't come back too, when I finish university, I'll go somewhere else, very far, very far.
Azeneth reacts a little after hearing her name, she tries to integrate into the conversation.
―It's not that I want to leave, I just don't know what's going to happen to my life either. I don't think I have many options now.
―Stay here! ―Carlota asks pouting. Her drunken version doesn't please her very much.
She behaves like a capricious child. Ridiculous.
I would. But after what happened at her grandfather's house, she is afraid the same thing will happen in every place she sets foot in.
Then Carlota seems to forget her request and asks:
―Do you think I follow Victor blindly? Like everything I do I do it for him.
―... I think you admire him and that's it ―Gloria replies.
―Aza told me that.
―He's the one who blindly follows Olegario.
―Exactly! That's what I think.
―Maybe he won't go away and you're all worried.
―No!... I'm not worried, let him do what he wants.
―Aha, aha.
―People have worse problems, how that's going to worry me.
―Like Azeneth, she really has huge problems... Hey, Azeneth, and you have a boyfriend?
―... No.
―And have you had?
―... No... I don't have much of a social life. I spent my time locked up because of my heart.
―But you already have a new one, you're already healthy. Surely you will soon get a boyfriend.
―You made her uncomfortable, Gloria. Azeneth is not in the mood for such things.
―I'm fine ―Azeneth replies, trying to convince herself of it.
Gloria suddenly gets up and says:
―You're not! But I know of something really fun that will lift your spirits! Or at least you're going to be surprised-
―Don't start with that... ―Carlota interrupts her with a warning look.
―Come on!... You haven't shown it to her, have you?
―You're the one who should never have known! When you get drunk you always start out impertinent!
She stands up too.
―Oh, but I haven't told anyone, I swear.
―What are you talking about?
Shut up.
Don't listen to anything she's going to say.
None of them respond. Gloria looks at Carlota with pleading eyes. Carlota looks at Azeneth in turn. She tilts her head to get a better look. And a mischievous smile escapes her.
―Well, it's okay... I was going to tell you anyway.
Upon receiving the confirmation, Gloria feels confident to speak.
―Carlota has a gift, something very magical.
―Wait, wait. I'm not going to tell you, Azeneth, I'm going to show you... What do you have in your bag?
―I'm just bringing a little money and... my keys... and a...
Azeneth rummages through her bag. She doesn't understand what Carlota is going to do and, because of her discomfort, she isn't really interested either, she just obeys automatically.
―Whatever you bring. Ahhh, I love when she does it! ―exclaims Gloria excitedly.
―Let's see... ―Carlota takes the keys from her hands and weighs them with one hand. She smiles―. This will be! ―she says as she takes one of the keychains. It is a very old one shaped like a buckle.
Azeneth remains silent, waiting for Carlota to do whatever she is going to do. But the girl does nothing. Just look at the keychain as spins it around in her hand.
Stay away from her.
Now.
―Maybe we should go now-
―Shhh, let her concentrate ―says Gloria, who didn't even hear what she said.
Just at that moment, Carlota turns to look at her.
―It wasn't yours, was it?
―No.
―But it's obvious, it's a buckle, it looks like an old man's keychain and... ―Gloria was going to continue talking, but Carlota asks her for silence with her eyes and says, addressing Azeneth:
―Well, because it belonged to an old man.
―No, it was my mother's.
―Haaa, you failed Carlota.
―Shhh... Yes! It belonged to an old man! It belonged to your grandfather, to Don Gustavo.
―Ohhh, don't try to fix it.
Carlota takes one last look at Gloria, who finally understands that this is no longer a game.
―He gave it to your mother... a long time ago, for good luck, when your parents were still together. Your siblings were about to be born and it was a risky pregnancy. And she gave it to you... recently... She gave it to you before your heart transplant, right?... Take good care of it because it is actually for good luck.
Azeneth is speechless.
Suddenly she feels afraid, she doesn't know why. She begins to break out in a cold sweat.
The nut is turning out of place.
Carlota continues:
―And take care that it stays that way because... I hadn't told you, but everything you touch you imbue with fear... especially things like this that you carry everywhere... and to all who are close to you... And fear can take people to very dark places. But you already know that, right? You've seen where it can take them...
She stares at her, defiantly, as if waiting for an answer. She had never adopted that attitude before.
Azeneth can't answer or take her eyes off her.
How does she know?
What else does she know?
What should you do? Lying by saying that none of that is true? Defend yourself?
Defend yourself?
Of Carlota?
But these questions begin to get lost in a fog that covers her thoughts with dense layers of words without order or coherence.
She has made it really angry.
To that thing inside you.
Carlota then giggles, pretending that nothing has happened there.
―Haaa... I scared you, right?
―Even you scared me, hey ―Gloria reproaches her and they both laugh.
With too much effort, Azeneth convinces her arm to move when she returns the keychain.
Their eyes meet.
She knows.
Carlota knows who is in here.
―Well, I'm bored here. Let's go home, Azeneth.
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