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Post by shades on Feb 5, 2014 15:40:20 GMT
WE'RE NOT FINISHED WITH THE SKYES FAMILY YET. |
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Post by shades on Feb 5, 2014 16:55:04 GMT
David Mabley ; ; At school there were cliques, passed down from senior to junior, sophomore to freshman; some surpass the social status and some don’t. For David Mabley, he was simply in the crowd and not a part of it. They classify him in a clique, but if you were to ask the lost man who uses photography as his creative outlook; you would simply get a thoughtful “hmm.” Because though he was wholly attractive with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes; David never partook in any negative activities to raise his popularity.
He took photos, did Robotics club at school, has taken half the film classes besides his academics. There was always something off about David though, sitting at a lunch table of friends as he looked far off. Because though David Mabley could be a straight A student, he had recently been called out in math for his lacking grades.
Since he moved here, nothing has been going his way.
Unlike most kids at the school, David traveled the world before he was old enough to walk. His father was a military officer and was stationed on overseas bases. Most of the time his mother and he would go with him, and before high school, his older brother Daniel; David saw the world and the most hellish parts of it.
He had been homeschooled and gone to school, but mainly his friends were here and now as he finally was settling down forever. There were some kids he remembered from the past, when he was eight; Juliet, Will, Oliver, and Drew. He remembered Drew the most because she disappeared one day from class a month before his father was killed in Saudi Arabia.
“Drew? Your name can’t be Drew, that’s a boys name!” A young David proclaimed, his curly golden locks falling in his eyes and being roughly shoved away by pudgy fingers. He was smiling though, receiving one in return. “Well, Drew I’m David.” He introduced, hazel eyes looking at the girl.
He sat on the lunch table with his earbuds in, ignoring the world and his girlfriend and best friend. Mason and Jessica, they had become instant friends when he showed up in the neighborhood months ago. His eyes roamed around, his friends were used to this distant side of David, much preferring to be alone and welcoming the slow rhythm of music through his ears.
Nobody bothered them, he wasn’t that utterly nerdy and ‘bully me’ signs on his back. But nobody tried to approach the dirty blonde as he seemed content. But in class, he might get a few looks from girls that David was oblivious too. He might get picked on for preferring not to join in on sports, and teased by some peers when he ditches to go to a club that wasn’t alcohol and partying.
David was content, trying to move on with the death of his father and the new changes around him. He wouldn’t recognize Drew Skyes by looks, as she wouldn’t recognize him either. His curly hair had been cut short and mussed up away from his face, he had grown to be about 5’11 in height and still growing. Looking over at the pretty blonde and her pals who lunch table his two friends and he obviously and accidentally stole; he wouldn’t know who she was.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 0:08:37 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew Skyes wasn't a good girl. In fact, most people would only know her by her many nicknames; Bitch, Slut, Man-stealer, Biotch - any word to describe someone who partied too much, slept around the most, and wasn't afraid to give a good 'fuck you' to every one around her, when ever, and how ever she chose. Teachers were disappointed in her most of the time, but she made sure never to let them catch in the act of her rebllion. She went to class, sure, got good grades, secretly, and did what she was told while in school hours for the most part. But it was when you got her off school grounds that things got interesting. Growing up, Drew had been over seas most of her childhood. The countries were too numerous to name and along with them the languages, cultures, schools and friends she learned and made. Drew couldn't actually remember the last time she ever had a friend for more than two years until she was forced to leave them behind for another country. Her father, Bastian Skyes, and her mother, Lauren Skyes, had brought her around the world with them in the hopes that she'd be more knowledgable then the other students. And she was. Drew got straight A's easily, like no big deal. It actually bored her, most times. In fact, when Drew returned to America to stay and ride out high school and the rest of her life under her parents roof, she'd wanted to be like everyone else. But that didn't happen. Instead, Drew was the weird, smart girl. A bit tubbier then the rest, dull blond hair, glasses like her father; she'd been the nerd every made fun of. Her first year of high school, Drew decided to become the person she'd always admired; a person like her mother was in high school. No, she'd never admit to it. But she knew. Grandma Skyes had told her all the juiciness of her parents past. Now, she wasn't dumb enough to get pregnant, mind you, but she wasn't lame enough to sit behind a book the rest of her life. So, the new and improved Drew Skyes was born. Long, blond hair (though hey, sometimes she gets annoyed with it and dies it a light coppery brown color) that reaches the end of her back is usually curled so it's easy to flip around. She's somewhat short, standing around 5'8" and having curves in the appropriate places. Her sophomore year of high school, she dropped all of her baby fat and became an extremely lean, tan, bitchy slut whom she was immensely proud of being. No ones opinions mattered to her (except sometimes her parents, but she was a good enough liar they didn't really detect anything((and it was going to stay that way)) and she lived life how she pleased and thought it should be lived. Most of the time, this life included hanging over dumb boys who thought with their crotches instead of their brains, but she didn't mind it much. Bret McPhearson was one of these boys. He was on the football team, a heavy drinker, and cried like a baby when he was drunk. It was easy to get what she wanted out of him without too much trouble. But Drew never stayed attached to one guy long. This week it was Bret, the next it was bad boy Hunter Yates from her third period. (Fuck buddies united). At the moment, Drew was dressed in jean Daisy Dukes, bare feet (because whenever she could she flipped off her shoes), and a tight, very revealing plaid button up that was in fact, not buttoned up and underneath was just a plain white tank top supporting her nice - ahem - curves. Hair was curled lightly away from her face, though this was sometimes a natural accessory, and light make up was brushed over her tan skinned cheeks, because well damn she had her parents looks and she was hot.
Actually riding on Bret's back onto the soft grass of the court yard, where lunch was taking place, her and their group of 'friends' (a clique) were heading towards their usual table. She'd been in mid head-throw-back-snarky-laugh about some guy checking out her ass, ( the comment was from Bret, holding her against his back as they walked, mumbling as others stared at her finely toned butt ) when her green eyes landed on some bodies sitting at the table they were heading towards. Their regular seating area where they sipped stolen booze and made out at. The place that was now occupied and Drew's eyes scrutinized.
When her posse and her arrived, the rest of them stood around like er uncomfortably, not knowing what to do except whisper and smirk like the asses they were. Drew slid down from Bret's back, ignoring the whine of protest from the horny fellow, and slipped between the bodies of her friends until she was the table, leaning over it seductively. Everything Drew did was seductive and mean it seemed. Sarcasm flowed out of her like skin cells, it was that popular to her personality. She was better than every one else, smarter, and prettier. She had no time for dweebs like these.
Of course, she hadn't seen David yet, and probably wouldn't recognize him as her eyes flickered over him - not caring about him in the slightest way. "So, this is kind of," she motioned to her friends, shoulder blades pressed together to push out her chest more. It would get the boys attention, but of course there was the dumb slut too, Jessica, which she didn't know why she cared enough about her to notice her name. Drew still didn't look at David, just smiled sweetly at Jessica. "Our table. It'd be awesome of you to give it back," she challenged Jessica with her green eyes, her jaw clenching to ready herself for a bitch fight if the girl protested.
Backing her up, her friends elbowed and pushed each other around, being the jackasses they were known for. Drew leaned forward a bit more to the other guy, not David, whom had glasses and a big attitude, she knew. "You're Mason, right? You're in my Chemistry class," she stated, giving a raise of her eyebrow. Every word was fake, but she was so utterly bitchy and sweet it was just beautiful. "I heard you lost your virginity to Jennifer Thomas. That's just plain cruel," she referred to a not popular, semi-pretty girl in their grade Drew knew of just because she was weird. "But, what can you do?" She feigned like she really cared, clucking her tongue and standing up straight again.
"I got this, Drew." Bret pushed by her easily, taking charge. "How about you nerds get out of our seats?" Bret stepped forward, his hand sliding over Drew's ass dominantly. She smirked at the thought of him, trying to posses her. Drew Skyes wasn't under anyone else rules. She was a free spirit, her own person. And she especially wasn't someone's toy to play with. That was her job; to be the chess board and all the little pawns did her dirty work or fucked her. Simple as that.
Now Drew was standing back a bit as Bret took over her job, scanning the faces dully of the people at the table. When her eyes landed on the dirty blond, they stayed their longer than usual. And when she really focused in, which was a rarity, a hint of recognition was there. But that memory was on the tip of her brain, just out of grasp. Fuck it was going to bug her until she found out who he was.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 0:38:02 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Glancing over at Mason and Jessica, the church-going virgin known as David Mabley stood up. His hazel eyes scanned the crowd of brutes, ignoring their looks like he had learned to do so long ago. It was easy if you focus on how dumb they could be. Looking lazily, David spoke in Romanian, ignoring Mason’s outbursts of “mind your own business!”
“Eu pot vorbi română…” David shrugged, looking down at his shirt quietly as he pulled out an earbud. Thank god for lip reading, or else David would be clueless as to what was going on.
He wasn’t a fighter, David didn’t swear, and preferred if he could get through high school worry and stress free. “Seeing as this is the farther most corner, away from the teachers gaze; I assume you want it to do things I really don’t care for.” Holding out his hand for Jessica to take, David grabbed his book bag.
Staring at the girl, who in his mind was trying too hard to seduce, David felt some slight recognition while he pulled his girlfriend away with best friend following.
“Don’t mind them David, they’re losers.” Jess called back, her green eyes blazing with anger.
Impassively, David shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 0:58:27 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew's squinted green orbs followed them as they walked away, her posse of people slipping into the now empty seats next to them while she her hip pressed into the side of the table. Bret tugged on one of her belt loops, trying to get her attention. "You want a swig?" he asked her. At the mention of alcohol, her head of course turned to acknowledge him, but her curiosity over the boy she'd just seen was covering her thoughts.
"No," she said flatly, her head turning to follow the guy as he crossed the crisp green grass and towards the building with his girlfriend and best friend. He was actually so familiar she knew she'd think she was dumb as shit when she finally remembered. But for now, with Bret urging her to get a little tispy with him and she was too caught up in her thoughts to really care, she slid onto his lap, still watching the blondie walk away, and took a nice long swig of the beer they had in a small flask. Welcome to her life.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 1:38:58 GMT
David Mabley ; ; After school, David walked to the preschool down the street. When e arrived just as the kids were leaving his mother’s class (she had taken the job after serving in the military); he noticed her talking to someone strangely familiar while holding a young man who was older than preschool, but went to the attached school across the street.
“Oh yeah, we’re still on for dinner tonight,” David overheard, hazel eyes wandering towards them.
“Great, Lauren and Drew will be thrilled. It’ll be a pleasure to see David grown up.” The other man smiled, younger than his mother still but obviously aged; maybe mid thirties, but could totally pull off twenties.
David hid behind the wall still, only popping up with a kid on his arm when the other man left. “Who was that?” He asked plainly, shaking the kid off only for him to become attached to his leg. Kids.
“Mr. Skyes, we worked together in…overseas with your father.” Jillian Mabley smiled, turning away when another parent approached to talk about show-and-tell. It took a minute, before she was back to talking to her son, “we’re having dinner at the Skyes tonight, I hope you don’t mind. I know it’ll be a shock to see Drew again.”
Staring, David had no idea Drew Skyes lived here or even that she could possibly go to his school. Nodding dumbly, “I didn’t have plans except read and edit some photos—”
“Oh! Bring your camera or whatever and show those to Mrs. Skyes, she’ll love them. Especially the senior photos you get asked to take so often, you’re very talented.” Rolling his eyes, mumbling some agreement.
Commander Mabley had been the officer who had been in charge of the division in Saudi Arabia when the Skyes had to leave suddenly. He never saw them again, but his father had died a month later by the same terrorists which had threatened them. David didn’t know if they were present at the funeral, he was tired and sad, and curled up with him mother most of the day. David didn’t remember them much, just he would go over sometimes and play with Drew; friendly games. Well, there was time they played doctor and stripped each other, got grossed out, and then put their clothes back on.
Ha ha, awkward.
Tonight was just full of awkward moments. And there was more to come. “Hurry up David!” His mother called, “you and I need to wash up before going over!” Smiling, they got in the car; David driving as his mother talked and made sure he was doing it properly. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 2:00:17 GMT
Drew Skyes Drew was walking out of school, waving Bret off as he jogged to get to football practice; she'd gotten pretty fed up with him being so touchy all day and god damn needy. It was a bother, really. She got into her sky blue truck, a gift from her parents when she'd gotten old enough to drive. Throwing her bags to the side, she pulled down the mirror to check her reflection when her phone vibrated in her bag and she bent over to retrieve it.
Dinner with some old frnds tonite. Cum home right aftr skool pls
God her mother was even lame when texting.
Pulling out of the school parking lot, Drew began to drive home.
When she parked in the front drive way, turned off the ignition, and slipped into the front door of her house, it was only a few minutes after she'd left school. Her purse/bag was thrown to the ground by the door sloppily as she pulled up her long hair into a pony tail, walking towards the kitchen. Before she'd gotten too far, Lauren Skyes, her mother, stepped out from a hallway. "No," she frowned, pointing at the bag. "Pick up your crap, Drew. We're having guests over and I'd like our home to be somewhat presentable," her eyebrows furrowed, revealing small wrinkles that had began to form on her aging face. Her mother was still young and beautiful, but over the years Drew had noticed her growing older. She still sported one of her cute floral dresses, cardigan, and ballet flats like she'd worn most of Drew's childhood. Her blond hair was cut short in a bob now, favoriting that style for a few years because it was less of a hassle.
Drew rolled her eyes a bit, slumping down to pick up the bag and slug it over her shoulder. "Who are these people anyways?"
Lauren moved to a small table in the foyer, brushing off some magazines that didn't belong there along with some bills - straightening up her house to be presentable. "The Mabley family. You remember David, right? From Saudi Arabia?"
Drew hadn't really been paying attention, slinking up towards the stairs to get a bit cleaned up. When her mom mentioned David, she turned her head over her shoulder in question. She hadn't seen David in years - as kids, they'd been pretty close. Well, as close as two kids could be on a base in a foreign country where she only lasted two years before her family was threatened and they moved back to America. She'd had no idea he had moved back - besides the mumble from her father about his dad's death, she hadn't heard anything about him in years. Her cheeks flushed a little at the memories of their play times - nakedness or whatever - and she quickly recovered from her thoughts, noticing her mother was watching her curiously.
"Oh, that'll be interesting," she coughed a little and began moving back up the stairs. Lauren called up after her,
"They're going to be here in thirty minutes!"
But knowing Drew, she was always late. So she'd have to arrive to the scene in style.
Taking her time in the shower, Drew washed up, then dried off. Ten minutes until the Mabley family arrived. She wondered what David looked like now - probably not her type. Of course, if he was her type, she couldn't make a move on him in front of her parents. Though she probably wouldn't be able to if they were alone anyways because he had always been a good Christian boy. And Drew was anything but holy.
When her eyes flashed to the clock she was still in the process of blow drying her hair to make it look rugged and 'hippy' like, so you could say. Soon she was slipping on some dark jeans, ignoring the call from her mother from downstairs, "They're here!"
The jeans hugged her ass nicely, coming up higher on her hips so that she could wear a top cropped shirt that showed her tan, pierced stomach. She'd probably be frowned upon, dressing like such a slut. But her parents were used to it; she was a slut, practically. Her make-up was done to high light her best features, then she looked at herself one last time in mirror, hearing everyone in the foyer of the house. "You're hot. Don't forget it," she said feebly, her confidence faltering slightly at the thought that maybe David was going to bring up old memories she didn't want to think of. But that split second of worry was instantly gone, replaced by confident, sexy, bitchy Drew once more as she grabbed her cell phone from her bed and slowly made her way down stairs.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 2:11:18 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Nervous as he had to look presentable, wearing a nice collared shirt and jeans; taking off his glasses before getting in the car. He really only needed them for driving and reading, sometimes school, but rarely. David shook hands with Bastian as he was cooking and only popped up briefly with James Skyes (who was seven or eight, but the boy was nine years younger than Drew) who was trying to help. The little boy had gleefully announced “they’re here, they’re here!” jumping up and down before running back to his trucks in the living room. Forgetting he was supposed to help.
His mom was dragged away by Lauren Skyes, talking about things; while David was left in the foyer alone with his cell phone and stupid games. When the pounding of the steps announced the arrival of Drew—the only person he really wanted to meet. His hazel eyes dropped, and of course it had to be her of all people. They rolled, “I see now what you do in your free time.” David said lightly, now thinking his day really wasn’t going his way. The dirty blonde boy looked away, suddenly taking keen interest in the noises James was making happily as he drove around the living room. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 2:19:59 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew's eyes swept over the foyer, taking in the sight of Mrs. Mabley talking to her mother excitedly about who knows what as they went to the kitchen. She saw James playing happily in the living room and then then her gaze traveled over the guy standing at the base of the stairs. Her mouth parted slightly in shock, recognizing him from earlier in the day. Oh shit.
This was David Mabley all grown up? He was cute, yes. She was just a little stunned over the whole idea that she'd talked to him without realizing who he was. But she was stupid, because now when her green gaze flickered over him, she noticed the familiar nose and hair color; the dipping eyes and plump lips.
Her bare feet stepped onto the hard wood floor and she squinted at him a little, leaning against the wall with her thumbs in her pockets. "And what's that, David?" she challenged him with fiery eyes, raising an eyebrow. A slight smirk played on her lips, but her heart was beating fast in her chest. He wasn't that good of a goody, right? He wouldn't tattle on her? Drew's gaze checked him out again, taking in every ounce of his appearance. Yep. Her type. Was she getting him, or wanting him? Nope.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 2:33:32 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Shrugging, “hanging around.” David said vaguely, looking over at her with a slight roll of the head. She looked like her mother, but had her father’s eyes. A bit tanner than them both, but the weather was nice and he wouldn’t put it past her to be the tanning bed type with her mother. Wait, wait, that was judging.
David tried not to judge. So instead he made a casual remark, “nice place, been in the neighborhood long?” He had just moved a few months ago, so she probably wouldn’t have seen him around. Besides, his hair wasn’t curly anymore, except for facial features and his build, David had grown up. He had a nice light tan to himself also from the few times he went out. His build, though lanky, there was a bit of muscle there.
Leaning on the foyer wall, his own eyebrow raising. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” David asked in a monotone; hazel eyes still wandering around, breathing in the smell of dinner.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 2:42:34 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew opened her mouth to snap out some snarky remark, but it was closed to stop herself. She could be cordial if she needed to be, though it was rare. Like right now. She gave him a semi-fake smile by pressing both her lips together and smacking her up raised arm onto her jean clad thigh. "After you," she stepped aside so he could venture into the kitchen. Her green eyes still flickered over him; in thought.
Of course Drew didn't wear her glasses anymore; having used contacts for years. She wore them at home when no one was around besides her parents or James but never anywhere else. She'd rather be practically blind (which she was without them or contacts) then wear them in public, which had happened a lot in her life. She'd thinned out since David last saw her, her hair was long and styled, her freckles had been hidden by her tan. They'd both grown up, apparently. But she was still deciding who had grown up the best.
"When did you move back?" she asked after clearing her throat, rubbing her arm lightly with her fingers as they walked towards the living room together.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 2:55:09 GMT
David Mabley ; ; David stepped over James lightly as the boy passed, calling out “beep beep!” as he ran past and into the kitchen.
“Few months ago, my mom was still in the military after Arabia and she just got discharged this year. But we stayed in America most…after…Arabia, you know?” He shrugged, plopping on the couch uncomfortably; fiddling with his phone in his pocket as his eyes noted the area. Trying to avoid Drew’s gaze.
Looking down, “didn’t know you lived around here. Then again, I didn’t recognize you.” He said awkwardly, David’s social skills were never the best with strangers. And Drew Skyes was a complete stranger to him at the moment. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 3:00:47 GMT
Drew Skyes: Thumbs still in her pockets, she rocked back and forth on her heels. "I thought I recognized you, but it's been a while," the end of the sentence got quieter, her neck dripping a bit as she cleared her throat and stared at the ground. "I-I heard about that. I'm sorry for your loss." What the fuck else were you supposed to say to someone after their father died? She didn't know if she'd be able to cope if Bastian was ripped from her life - she'd always been a Daddy's girl.
Wait, hold the fuck up. Why the hell was she being all soft? This side of Drew hadn't been around for years, and she wasn't going to let it take control now of all damn times.
Opening her mouth to say something bitchy - she was cut off by her mother's bobbed hair swinging out from behind the corner of the kitchen. "Oh, you guys from each other. I just came to say dinner's almost ready," she gave them a sassy wink before disappearing again. It made Drew's cheeks flush a bit. Her mother was so lame.
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Post by shades on Feb 6, 2014 3:13:53 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Flushing, David stuttered at Mrs. Skyes. “I-I have a girlfriend.” He blushed, Jessica being his girlfriend of only a few weeks. They hugged, haven’t kissed yet, and of course David refused to have sex until marriage. Well, that was his proclaimed lifestyle; he was assuming Drew’s was very different.
“And you have Bret-whatever.” David shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but the fact she had seen him naked when they were like eight made his cheeks redden. Keeping silent, David didn’t dare go on that subject until dinner was called and they were all sitting down at the table to eat whatever Mr. Skyes had cooked up.
Bastian, taking proclaimed head of the table because he was the dad had made a nice dinner of stir fry and rice, with applesauce for James and anyone who didn’t like stir fry; not to mention a nice salad to go with it. James already had his plate pre-made as he ate happily while everyone else was dishing up. David trying to avoid looking at Drew across from him.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 3:22:33 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew rolled her eyes at David as she folded her arms over her chest. "Don't get your Holy panties in a bunch, Mabley. You aren't my type, obviously," she lied, though her voice was thick, like maple syrup. It made her a little angry, him being so defensive. Like she was a bad person for being who she was. She wasn't, maybe to his Bible, but not to hers. ( Her Bible was mostly the ingredients of vodka bottles and such ).
She sneered a bit at his remark about Bret. "Bret's nothing exciting." Her body hastily moved to sit down at the table, scooting in across from David and writhing her hands together tightly under the table. The mood she'd had from earlier that day was long gone, replaced by irritation and annoyance. This whole dinner was a joke. If she didn't like making her parents happy, there would be no way in hell she'd be here right now. And yet here she was, sitting across a prude little boy who she easily wished she'd never talked to again after sixth grade.
Lauren dished some vegetables onto her plate, smiling kindly up at David. She knew Drew was in a bad mood, so she thought talking might make things better. "So, David. How are you liking East High?" she offered, passing the bowl to Mrs. Mabley with another sweet grin.
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