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Chapter 2. Ben.

I leaned against warm brick, allowing it to catch my onyx sweater without fuss. It was a cold day, the sky was a soft soothing gray, and the smell of warm cafeteria lunch filled my nose as I spread my legs along cool cement. I looked up to the rain-catch. The shade it produced protected me from the glare of the soft sun. It always felt like the sun was boring harsher into my eyes in the winter than summer. My head ached from flipping through the pages of the large text book in my lap. I shifted as felt numbness began to creep up my legs.

It had been a week at that point. Since everything. I felt more than ever, that I wanted to go back in time. I wished I had seen this coming, before so I wasn't so, weak; weakness was not a good thing with me. I hated feeling like sensitive, even as a young child I cried rarely from what I could remember. I abruptly shut the text-book and closed my eyes, and took deep breaths.

Why? Why.

I felt the want to hyperventilate like Beatrice did when I gashed my forehead open with I seven. "Al what are you doing?" A voice asked.

I opened my eyes upon a boy. He was gangly, and extraordinarily thin. His lips were easily bought into a natural pout. His dark hair shot up in various directions in the back, then was tamed slightly as it came to the front. His eyes were a soft, exotic grey. Like always, his eyelids were brought half-mast over the colour. His face had a bony complexion that was filled out with a thin layer of fat.

I watched Ben Thomas approached me slowly and cautiously, like a zoo-keeper to the most ferocious animal. But I knew Ben only did it out if courtesy. I was a very solitary person.

Ben and I had known each other for years. We could be what you could call best friends. But girls don't have boy best friends, only girl best friends. Ben was, a good buddy. If I label it as anything.

After all, Gran was my best friend.

Slowly, after internally deciding I was not in a mood, he scooted beside me against the wall. He wore a similar black sweater that caught the brick.

"How are you Al?" He asked softly.

"Fine."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah; I'm fine Ben."

Ben paused and looked over my hands, over my untrimmed nails that stuck in  jagged situations and over the picked white and grey nail polish. Then back to me. "I'm sorry for bothering you Al."

I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder, I felt his frame tense and shake. "Don't be sorry for anything Benjy."

He eased at the preschool nickname, then eyed me. "What are you doing later?"

I looked up, "Homework."

"Good, nothing important, let's go the park down the street from my house."

"And do our homework."

"We'll bring food."

"And our homework."

"And our bikes!"

"And our homework."

He frowned and murmured, "And our homework." I smiled and pulled
my head away as he stood.

"See you after school Al." he murmured before taking off down the cement path way, but not before turning and eyeing me again. "And whatever Jamie asks you. This is not a date."

I laughed at the thought of Jamie. Whom was a plump soft child. Acne sprinkled his red hot face. Ginger curls fell messily from his greasy scalp. He often picked scrawny kids, like Ben and I to mess with. Often times when he spotted Ben he would shout, "Gayfer!" and then to me "Quit playing lip with that homo Sar!" I hated him. I hated him with a passion. He was gross, a pervert, and just a mean person.

After five more minutes, the bell rang for lunch and I high-tailed out of the way of the doors. A sea of teens burst from the doors. Laughing  and cussing. I pushed my way through, taking the chances of the slurs and common push-backs. I fought wearily until I came to the exit. Where I shot quickly out of. I froze at the sudden chill that rang through my body as the cold, harsh wind circled my my thinly covered legs. I watched classmates and others climb into the passenger of their parents' or siblings' cars. I crossed my arms as an attempt to warm myself. My top was warm, almost steaming. But my legs were freezing. I began to walk over to the bike rack, multitasking by pulling my messenger bag up to my chest to look for my keys.

After winning that fight, I unlocked the chain, pulling hard to pull it away from my wheel. It caught quickly on my bike chain, whipping it off and into my face, smearing it when cold grease. I let out a slur of cuss words as I wiped away the sticky black grease, then fumbling with the sharp chain, which soon cut into my thin fingers. I quickly let go of the chain to examine my fingers.

"Need help Miss.Partridge?" I turned to see Mr.E.

Mr.Ezitipanita. Since that is about impossible to say, it was shortened to Mr.E. He was a tall man, very slight as well. He had soft auburn hair that hung around his thin face. He wore large glasses that made him look older than the young man was. He taught my science class. He was fascinating to listen to. The way he sucked you into a lesson, to make it seem like learning the reproduction of snails was about the most interesting thing in the world. My best grade was in his class.

"Ah, bike chains are tricky Miss.Partridge." he smiled and leaned beside me. He didnt even mind that the knees of his soft brown pants were now a nasty black. His large hands worked the chain fast and effortlessly. "The spiders are thriving thanks to the crickets you bought Miss. Partridge." he casually mused as his eyes studied the situation.

I smiled and blushed, a nasty habit I had. "Really?"

Mr.E loved spiders, all over his room there were pieces of cardboard in which spiders were pinned to with their name written underneath, posters depicting the differences in spiders. even alive specimens that occupied his room.

He had three spiders. Each named and identified. Catie, the banana spider, lived in the corner by his desk. Often Mr.E would murmur under his breath to Catie, to creep the students out. Charlotte, the barn spider named rather well, lived in the corner by my desk. I would often watch her walk up and down her beautifully spun web, guarding her territory. Sometimes she would stop all movement and seem to stare at me. Melanie, the house spider lived in the science closet, only came out occasionally to survey for morsels when she had picked clean the closet.

For teachers' week, I had bought a large bag of crickets for Mr. E's spiders. He was delighted; often told me how much they loved the new delicacy.

Mr. E murmured under his breath before finally figuring a way to reattach my chain. He stood up, wiping grease onto his rather expensive looking slacks. "That should do it." he announced as I stood.  I quickly put my lock away into my backpack, then looked at him directly, staring into emerald eyes that hid behind heavy rimmed glasses. "Thank You Mr. E." I offered before pulling my ridiculous helmet over my cranium. "No problem. You re just lucky I had bike duty today." he winked, "Try to be more careful, and I'll see you in class tomorrow." I nodded before breaking into a pedal away from my teacher.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure that he couldn't see me, and shed my helmet. Guiding myself with one handlebar. I attached the straps to the right handlebar. Then replanted my right hand. The helmet clacked loudly against the metal. I ignored easily, looking in front of me. Allowing the trance of the sidewalk catch me as I pedaled forward away from the school.

If time could go back....What would I do? I asked myself, I really couldn't do anything to prevent cancer. Would I be there more often? I was there everyday.

I felt tears began to swell in my eyes. No, not right now. I thought shaking my head.

But what could I do? I wouldn't have been able to stop anything.  Cancer is a disease. Not an accident. Not...An....Accident Al.

Accident.

Maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was!

I skidded to a stop, and looked up, accepting the most hard realization since I was ten.

She's dead.

I started to pedal again, the tears spilling mercilessly.

Never again.

Not her voice, her stare, her smile, her smell.

I choked out loudly. Riding the rest of the way to the park crying silently.

When I came to the entrance, I ditched my bike and stumbled towards a tree to dry my eyes. I couldn't face Ben covered in tears.

When I felt I could face him without busting into a crying jag, I walked back to my bike and remounted it and pedaled into the park.

I saw Ben sitting on top of a picnic table, looking every direction for me. "Ben!" I yelled, catching his attention. He smiled and waited as I approached. "Hey what took you so long?" "My chain went crazy." I replied pointing to the bike. "Ohhh." he eased into as he slid off the table. I threw my bike onto his, they clicked wearily together as I approached him. "It isn't cold here." I mused, realizing my goose bumps had eased away. "Yeah, it's sunny."

We paused awkwardly before I broke the silence by saying, "I thought we were going to do our homework?"  He moaned and rolled his eyes, " I hate you Al!" he moaned again, walking to his backpack. I went to mine, pulling out my pre-algebra book.

We shared answers and switched advice. Ben more than me. He was more observant in math than I. I watched him do magic with the problems. I grinned as I soon realized we had finished our homework in less than thirty minutes, a record time for me. I slammed my book shut, and squeezed it into my bag. "Lets go to Leon's for a burger." Ben suggested pulling his bike from under mine. "How about you pick us up a doggie bag and I stay here and watch our stuff. " I mused handing him my wallet. "Al, I'll pay." "No, pay for yourself, I'll pay for myself." he looked rather disappointed, then asked, "Burger and fries?" "Coke too." I pleaded with a smile." He grinned and mounted his bike, driving off clumsily on soft grass.

I sighed at the sudden peace. I loved Ben and his mouth, but sometimes he didn't know when silence was good. Especially today.
I guessed I shouldn't complain, I had planted my face so that he couldn't read it. Ben was good at figuring at what people were thinking. But I had learned to deceit his abilities.

Today I didnt want him to know what my problem was.

I stared silently at a small cardinal bickering with her husband. I smiled as she pecked his neck softly. As if to justify herself.

I allowed those thoughts creep on me again. I drew my face in a disgusted look, thinking of the disadvantages of having a dead Grandma. So far, it sucked, a lot.

I dug my head into my arms. Scared of how I was going to live without her. How I wondered if the monsters that prowled the corners of my mind were going to return when the lights go out.

Great, I was going to be the thirteen-year-old afraid of the dark. I wondered if I was ever going to be able to sleep dreamless ever again without the aide of NyQuil. How I was going to survive dinners and debates without witty responses that Gran would fill me up with before starting a debate with Mom and Dad. How I was going to survive Mary-Jane.

My life was a puzzle without her, the one missing piece in the middle of it. 
I pondered this for the entire fifteen minutes Ben was gone.

He returned was a greasy bag and two cokes balanced on his handle bars.

He picked up the beverages and handed them to me, then reached for the bag. " It's Tuesday, so he gave me a discount." he lied terribly handing me back half of what my meal cost. I smiled and quickly shoved the bills and my wallet into the small pocket on my sweater.

I spread the thin paper of the burger covering over the table. I peeled up the bun, to check for any foreign objects. Nothing, just cheese and ketchup. When I looked back up, Ben was already half way through his burger. I took a hungry bite, writhing at the taste of salty grease. I hadn't eaten at Leon's since Gran had been diagnosed. It tasted of memories. I took a sip of the strong coke. The kind that makes your eyes burn. I took another bite as I watched Ben lick grease from his fingers. I giggled, choking alittle "You're such a pig!" He eyed me for a moment before responding, "Yeah, well everyone knows you're a sucker for fries." I shrugged, "But I'm graceful when I eat them."

"As a horse at feeding time. "

I gave him a shove in the arm with my free hand. Finishing the burger and moving onto the best piece on Leon's menu, The savoury, hot, juicy, crunchy and slightly burnt french fries. I squirted a ketchup packet hastily on them. Mouth watering, I fished one and gulped it down. Ben burst into laughter, and began to whinny. "Yes hungry Howie. I am a horse." I mused sarcastically, involuntarily eating down the delicacy. "Now eat yours before I do." He pushed the fries toward himself, and began eating them, slowly, as if I was going thirty miles an hour. I glared as I reached for another, only to realize there were no more. I looked away, rather disappointed.

As soon as he finished, we dove into a discussion about school's lunch. Soon the discussion ended and we fell silent. I looked up at the sky, watching it darken over. I looked at him, just for a moment. The dying sunlight caught his soft grey eyes. I sat mesmerized for moment, how beautiful and mature they looked. Full of curiosity and thoughtfulness. I turned away, tears brimming.

His eyes reminded me a lot of Gran's. I looked at him and squinted, like the sun hurt them. "I better get going."
He shook his head and nodded, "Do you want me to follow you home?"

I smiled, still squinting, "No, I'm fine, and you live so far away. and all."

"Kay."
 He stood up and grabbed his bike, mounting it and turning as I mimicked.
"Bye Al." he breathlessly called.

"Bye Ben."

I started off the way I came, Ben in the opposite direction. I rode the street to the old houses that my family held resident in. As they came into view, I came to the intersection by Veigh Road, the street I lived down. Cars ran by silently, I watched carefully for no true reason. Before riding forward down the road.

Most of the old homes were crunched tightly together, making neighbors more along the lines of roommates. I held my head down as I past the soft auburn home with the iron bars that guided you up the stairs. The same ones that I used to climb up and down daily.

Before Gran died. The house had been sold quickly, I knew it was some old woman, but I never saw the old biddy. I didnt want to. How dare she buy my Gran's house.

I pedaled quickly to my own home. I threw my bike in the small patch of a backyard and climbed up the cement steps. I pushed the down open to be greeted by my mother's airy voice."

"Hello Sara."

"Hi Mama."
I walked into the soft yellow kitchen. The tile was a soft off white, which if you had socks on made you trip. The table in the middle was a soft ivory which was covered in a prominent yellow plaid. The windows were decorated in yellow plaids and were slightly open, giving in some of the breeze.
I smiled and set my bag on the ivory table, and took the seat on the left of the table. Mama was standing in front of the stove, cooking mash potatoes. I watched her figure stroll to the fridge to pick at the patties she had prepared yesterday. She turned around and examined my face.

My mother looked alot like me, except plumper. She had my pale skin, and large observant eyes, but they were darker much more lively than my own. She was loud and bold, but knew when to be quiet. Her lips were thick, like every woman wants naturally.

"How was your day?" she tried to ask. I could tell she was straining to ask where I was from 4 to 5:30. I smiled again and said politely, "Fine, yours?"
"Fine." I saw the light flicker in her eyes, meaning her day was far from "fine"

She turned but the stove, "Where were you? When I came home you weren't here."

"I went with Ben to the park." Her back tensed. "We did homework and ate."

She dropped the spoon on purpose, "Oh." She sounded nothing but irritant.

I rolled my eyes before she turned, her eyes gleaming with a silent anger. "Well what did you work on?"

"Slope." I replied simply.

She obviously, did not believe me as she took the seat to my right, "Did you finish?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Since I was seven, my mother had an unanswered hate for Ben. She just didn't like him. She'd cancel events if Ben was to come, all my birthday parties had been "Girl's only!" because she didn't want him over at our house.

This must been eating her from the inside out wondering if I was lying or not.

I smiled internally as she fired questions at me over and over. Finally giving up, Mom sighed and stood up. Eyes rather burned out.
"I'm going to my room." I murmured picking up my bag heading out of the kitchen. "Kay." she replied in a rather annoyed voice.

I traveled up the my solitary bedroom. It was plain and simple, comics stack threateningly high stood in the corner, my bed to the corner by the window, giving me space to have a desk, T.V and bookshelf.  I grabbed the remote from my desk and flipped onto the music channel. They were playing Billy Talent's "Surrender" I could handle that.

I threw my bag to the corner by my closet and flopped onto the bed.

I didnt quite know what was happening to me. I stared mesmerized at the closet door. Those horrible thoughts began to creep over me, the one's i hadn't had since I was six and Mary-Jane had told me about the boogeyman. I flipped over and stared out the window, rather angry at myself. I was getting scared of the closet, what was it that Gran used to say?

"He's there, as long as you believe, he will never go away. So just ignore those thoughts, and he'll fade away."

That was it! But,-but.

But the voice came out wrong in my head. It came out too high. I dug my face into the pillows, cussing angrily as tears began to spill into cold down pillows. I had already forgotten her voice. Her, voice.

One of the most precious parts of her. Her, voice.

I pulled myself up, and ran to my desk. I began to rummage manically through drawers; finally finding it. The small bottle of perfume she used to wear daily. I quickly popped off the cap and sprayed myself heavily with it. Tears fell heavily as I took in her scent.

"No! No! Not your smell!" I sobbed pulling my hands over my eyes. "Never your smell!"

I couldn't forget that, at least. Everything else was okay, not her smell! Not her smell.

I wipe the tears away and looked at myself in the mirror. My usual pale face was red as a beat and swollen. I felt very ugly, which started myself up again.

After I gathered myself up. telling myself for the last time I would NOT cry again tonight. I took a hot shower and brushed my teeth before climbing into bed, instantly falling asleep from my exhaustion.

I slept off my face of tears. I woke very early in the morning. I could still hear Mama and Daddy talking downstairs, before Mama left for work. I felt hot only to realize the only reason I felt hot was because I was still in my school clothes. I quickly stripped myself down to just my small bra and underwear. I turned on belly and laid my face on the newly turned pillow. It was nice cool, able to lure me in a another deep dreamless sleep.

My alarm rang at seven-thirty. I pulled myself out of bed to turn it off. I looked into the mirror and stared. I hadn't realized how lacking of sun I was. Everyone at school was a bright tan, in a pony tail, and wore expensive shoes. I was a sickly white, my hair was usually down or in a messy bun, and my jeans were rarely designer. I sighed and reached for her comb. I had confiscated that too. I began to smooth out the brunette tangle. To the point where  I could run my hands through it without pulling painfully on a knot. I then opened my vanity drawer and grabbed the new bun clip my Mama had bought for me.

When it came to picking an outfit, I had to pick something that would be efficient in the threatening cold weather. I picked a soft grey button up shirt, which I stacked a sweater and a insulator over. I picked my favourite pair of jeans for the bottom.

I lumbered down stairs to meet my father on the couch sleeping. Beatrice was in the kitchen, fixing herself a bowl of "Lucky Charms". I walked in, "Hey sis." she greeted, her mouth full of marshmallow and wheat pieces. It blew up her cheeks from their usual swallow-ness. I smiled and made my way to the cabinet with cereal. I picked out "Pops!" instead, not as sugary as Lucky Charms. Too much sugar made me purge. I poured it liberally then added skim milk.

We sat in silence, watching each other eat. Beatrice took tiny sips and bites. I was finished with my bowl by the time she was quarter of the way done. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and placed the bowl in the sink with a large clatter.

"Al?"
"Yeah"
She munched,
"Are you going to the cementary later?"
I tightened my jaw. "Yes" I replied curtly.
"Would you let me pay for the flowers?"

My heart raced at that offering.
"So, you don't have to pay for it all."
"The flowers are the only expense."
"I know, but.....Just let me."

She set her bowl down and turned to her bookbag, unzipping the front pocket and pulled out her wallet. She carefully handed it to me, smiling. "Buy roses...Red ones, like she liked."

"I knew what flowers she liked." I sneered opening the wallet and taking three pennies. I threw it back at her and leaned down for my bag. I threw her a glare and stomped out the door.

I ran to my bike. I pulled it up and mounted it quickly and clumsily. I looked back at the house before beginning to roll down the steep raised grass. As I hit the sidewalk, my bike bounced. It shook me hard. I shook my head furiously and began to madly pedal down the street.

How dare she? I thought angrily. Like I don't know what types of flowers she liked. I'm not dumb! I kept my eyes down to the wheels of my purple bike. Pedaling fast and hard, I clenched my teeth. To the point where it hurt.

Why are you so angry? I asked myself.  Getting angry so easily is not good for the body. Ignoring my tiny voice of reason, I skidded down the curb, looking up to check for vehicles. I rode it to the sidewalk across, seeing my small school coming up on the left.

My school was relatively old. There were two buildings and a variety of portables set far away from one and other. They was one large building, were all the achedmic classes resided. The second smaller building, which was connected to our small little auditiorium, resided on the left. There were only two or three portables, where the language teachers were.

I met up with a few others who biked to school, we swiveled the sidewalk before coming to the cage. I slammed my bike into the side of the chain-link box. I leaned down to shuffle through my bag for my lock. I connected the wheel to the link and stood.

I whizzed through my first three classes quickly, before going to lunch. I stood by myself as the line went down. As soon as the lunch counter cleared, I shot up there to grab my sandwhich and juice. Afterwards I stood for five minutes looking like an idiot searching for Ben, who had been waving for me for probably as long as I had been up.

"How was math?" he offered as I slid by him.
"By prepared for a quiz.." Ben moaned and rolled his eyes. I unwrapped the soft paper from my sandwhich and set it back on my tray, staring at it. I felt like I did'nt want to eat at all suddenly. Ben studied my eyes, I turned my head so he could'nt see them.

"What's wrong Al?"
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth half-way to-
"Nothing's wrong." I murmured before I could explain my sudden mood swing.

I stared repulsively at the sandwhich, it looked like the sandwhich they kept forcing Gran to scarf down.
Ben did'nt believe it at all. "What's wrong?" he asked again.

"Nothing."
"If there truly was nothing wrong, you would'nt  be saying it's 'nothing." he pressed.
"But the something is actually nothing so responding to question is justifying that there is nothing wrong at all; you made a false assumption." I shot back standing up. He watched my slowly as I picked up my tray "Where are you going?" he fired finally.

"Libary" I replied curtly before striding out of the cafeteria. I looked back at him, just to see what his face looked like.
His eyes were glazed over, what they did when he was thinking. As well as his feet layed across the surface I was previously seated.

I felt my blood rush to my face in anger as I turned out the door. I allowed a slurry of cusses escape from my mouth as I stomped towards the library.

"Afternoon." the librarian murmured not looking up from her computer screen. "Afternoon." I replied back.
I went to the fantasy section, not to expect a good book at all, but I managed to pick up a semi-interesting looking book. I then made my way to a table and sat. My eyes infused with the pages for the several minutes before the bell rang. I stood up, looking down at the book. It's pages were tender, almost falling out. It was a good book. I gently folded the left page and carried the the brown leather square to the desk. The librarian quickly rang me up and went to her computer again.

I shoved it into my bag, keeping my eyes on the door.

When I got to science I was a few minutes late. Mr. E paid no attention, he was too infused with marking the board with foreign symbols that he was going to attempt to force upon fifteen students. I took my seat beside Lucy Heratio. She was a a white blonde, with the large green eyes, and tan that if she had sat in the sun any longer would've made her into a walking carrot. She turned her head to acknowledge me briefly, before turning back to Mr. E and his symbols.

It was actually wasn't markings at all, when I finally focused my eyes. I could see it was the classification method. Something I had learned in sixth grade. I frowned as he began to explain it briefly, then ask Ben, who sat right there in front to pass out the sheets. I rolled my eyes as he came to Our small table, Lucy watched him walk by the whipped her head towards me, "Did you two break up?" She asked softly,
"We weren't going out."
"Ooooh." she giggled and looked to Ben's back. "You should go out, youre so cute together."

"Lucy don't be so, unreasonable." I murmured staring down hard at my worksheet, admiring the copy machines ability to get the entire picture of the cheetah on paper. I did'nt like Ben like that, it did'nt matter if he did or not. I did not care, I wasn't interested in anything like that.

Especially now.

I finished my worksheet fast and effortlessly; passed it to Lucy so she could copy it, and was able to get back to my book.

When school finally ended I quickly pedaled off the campus, not caring if I was going to get hit by a car or not. I bounced down sidewalks fast and easily, my mouth lowering every time. As I rode closer to the florist shop, the more I got angry. I slammed my bike into the side of the window, and stomped in.

"Afternoon hun." Said a voice from behind the counter. There rose the most interesting woman I had ever seen in my entire life. She  was tall, like a man, but thin like a snake. Her chin was narrow, but fit her old face just right. Her long grey hair was spread messily down her square shoulders. Her eyes were a bright and childish blue. She smiled and leaned over the counter as I approached cautiously, she looked more of a witch as I closed the distance from us. I could see her long spindlely fingers folded into themselves. "What can I get ya dear?" she asked, her voice shrill, but a hint of amusement.

"Roses."
"Well there are white rose, yeller ones, even pink ones mind you-"
"Red, like blood."
She raised an eyebrow, "As blood you say?"
I narrowed my eyes, annoyed, "The red stuff that comes out when you cut yourself."
She turned, laughing shrilly, like a witch. "I know dear. Just gotten hard of hearin." She reached for a bunch of ruby-red, big lucious roses. "What are these for dear? Usually tis the boy gettin the lady flowers."
"They are for my grandma."
"Not feelin well is she? Ah, well-"
"She's dead." I replied numbly.
She stopped and stared, "Twas the name of yer deceased my dear?"
"Melinda Garnet." I murmured reaching for the roses, the thorns pricked my skin, I felt nothing.
"Ah. Look alot like her when she was young...." The woman murmured,
"How do you-"
"Hurry up dear! Don't want to late of curfew!"
"But the ros-
"Ah! Don't worry!" She shooed me from behind as the counter as I slowly walked out.

I picked up my bike and carefully rode it towards the church, as far as it would go down the sidewalk. I ditched it and began walking down the path, iron fences greeted my numb fingers as they hit each bar effortlessly.

I strode forward towards the gates. Eyes ready to see her plot again. Fingers eager to touch the cold stone of her head stone. I closed my eyes to savour the thought of being close as I could be her. Even through death. I opened them, thinking of my limited time with her. My eyes filled quickly as the thought 'You can't be there forever." entered my mind.

I wanted nothing more than to be there forever with her.

Forever.

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