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    Okay, I don’t think anyone remembers this fiction, but it’s incredibly old, one of the first I’ve ever written, but I’m back and I’ve re-vamped it with better grammar, more description, less blabbing and just plain STUFF I’m doing in my free time. I hope you liked it, as I find this as one of my greatest fictions. It deals with the gym leaders before they were all high and mighty, and they’re… definetely not high and mighty in this fiction. ^^ Pint-sized goodness for all!

    Morty x Whitney, Winona x Drake, Falkner x Jasmine, Rudy x Flannery.

    Some of them are weird, I know, but it was nesseccary to fit into the fiction. So I hope you enjoy the newer version, and help me pray that I don’t get bored with it, or get swallowed up by the big ugly monster, ‘School’.

    A bit on the author’s style of writing: I write in different POV’s at all times. I don’t really like to tell you who’s POV it’s going to be next, because I like it when you have to figure out who’s POV it is. It helps you make more of an effort to understand the character’s personality more, in my opinion. So if you’ve got a problem with it…

    Well, I’m terribly sorry about that. Might want to ask someone who’s already read it, “What order do the POV’s go in?”

    ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~

    “I dunno, don’t you think it might be…” Falkner paused, “well, dangerous? To go in the grass?”

    Flannery looked at him like he was crazy, “How else do you expect us to catch pokemon?”

    “Well, maybe they’d walk onto the sidewalk, or mayb-woah!” He was cut short as Whitney came plowing through and grabbed his arm with a vice-like grip.

    “Come on babycakes, live it up!” She said dragging him into the tall pale green grass, followed by a quiet Jasmine, a bubbly Flannery, a down-to-earth Winona, Rudy, an indifferent Drake and an amused Morty. Yeah, Rudy didn’t deserve any cool adjectives.

    “Yeah Falkner, if anything happens you’ve got 7 people behind your back.” Morty said to a stiff Falkner who was currently being dragged through the grass, his feet planted firmly where they were to no avail- for he was being dragged by Whitney, who wasn’t about to let go.

    “Morty’s right Falkner, you worry too much!” Flannery said cheerfully, “You might as well go home if your scared of pokemon!”

    Falkner made a move to turn around straight for Cherrygrove so that he could wave down his father’s pidgeot, but Whitney mashed her heel into his head, snapping, “You will capture a pokemon and you WILL like it.”

    “…Y-Y-Yes m-m-ma’am.” Falkner stammered in response quite the opposite of Flannery at the moment, who was jumping up and down with glee, while Falkner was being glared down by what he swore was a monster-human version of the attack ‘scary face’.

    ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~

    “Wow that was boring.” Falkner said sitting down on a bench.

    “Only because you were whining the whole time, closed your eyes, sat there in fetal position, whimpered like a crybaby, and scared off the pokemon!” Whitney snapped, her arms folded and her expression miffed.

    “Lay off Whitney!” I snapped at her, hating the falling expression on Falkner’s face. It was sad, it was screaming a lack of self-confidence, and it was most of all, pitiful.

    “But it’s his fault!” Whitney complained, pointing a finger at the boy.

    “Now look who’s whining.” I grumbled, getting a headache with each passing second.

    “Honestly Whitney, every time you open your mouth it gives me a headache.” Drake said putting two fingers to his temple as he glanced at the grass that was blowing softly with the light breeze. His hand stuffed into one of the many pockets of his black cargo pants which bagged around his ankles along with a pair of large flat soled shoes that matched his pants in color. His bright red T-shirt was perhaps the only splash of color to his outfit, save for a bumblebee yellow belt that definetely wasn’t bought in your average, respectable store. And even though were obstructed by a black vest, his dark hair spiked slightly to the left. If anything, he definitely looked the oldest out of all of us, no thanks to his “punk-rocker” style of attitude and dress.

    Me? I would never be caught dead in that kind of outfit.

    “Something wrong Winona?” Jasmine asked, “Did Drake make you mad again?”

    “No, it’s just these guys wear me out.” I replied, averting my gaze from my critical analysis of the irresponsible dork who stood with one hand over his ear as he tried to drown out the brats around us.

    “We should go find a pokemon center. It’s about time we turn in.” Morty said checking his watch. He was perhaps the only SENSIBLE, CALM, and DIGNIFIED person in this entire circus act.

    “No way! The night is still young, and so are we!” Flannery and Whitney said in unison, giggling crazily.

    Drake rolled his eyes, but did nothing to help prove Morty’s point that it was getting dark.

    This was their inside joke, which we all knew about. They loved making fun of their grandparents, who were always crazy about staying up late, and they would always say that the night was still young and so were they. But I knew their grandparents and I knew exactly what to say back.

    “Well, if you’re so young, then it’s past your bedtime. Let’s move!” I said ushering them back onto the road.

    “That was a good one Winona!” Flannery said, with a sly grin to Whitney.

    “We should keep that in mind” Whitney remarked to Flannery, faking genuine surprise at the retort.

    Two peapods in a shell was the best description for the two. Inseparable, and really whacked. They did everything together, and never fought. They loved creating chaos, and making fun of people. The chaos twins they called themselves. How immature. I thought it’d be a miracle if they ever did something with their lives. I felt sorry for the people hiring them, and I especially felt sorry for myself.

    Then, there was Morty and Falkner. Thank goodness Morty knew all of Falkners fears, because he told us that Falkners less afraid when he’s up in the air, or in high places. Strange enough as most people are afraid of heights…anyway, those two are best friends too. We’ve got four pairs of best friends in our group of eight. Morty and Falkner, we’re pretty cool. At least they didn’t cause as much trouble as Whitney and Flannery. In fact, they caused twice as little trouble.

    Now, I could thank Drake over and over for agreeing to come along, but I won’t, because I’m kind of disappointed he did in the long run. He keeps Rudy in check. Rudy practically hero-worships him. No, not practically, he did worship him. Drake’s really good when it comes to pokemon. He’s the strongest of all of us. (And as it would be, he’s the oldest too.) A rare Dratini, a powerful electabuzz, a kick-*** bulbasaur, and a ghastly as mysterious as himself, to top it off. I guess Rudy did have a good reason to idolize him. He was cool, smooth, and even had a knack for getting everyone to believe him, even if it was the most outrageous of stories. And, he was mysterious. A quality Rudy wants. Yeah right, the guy is as easy to read as an open picture book for preschooler’s. In a million years maybe. Too bad we won’t be around then. Actually, that’s probably a good thing.

    Jasmine and I were definitely best friends. We both controlled the chaos that Rudy, Flannery, and Whitney caused. Drake controlled Rudy, but only if he felt like it, which wasn’t often, and didn’t help. But, Jasmine and I find that knowing that at the end of solving the daily argument, which was usually between Rudy and Whitney, or Flannery and Falkner, it feels pretty good knowing that everything is quiet because of you. We just… did things differently. I was… loud… and violent… while Jasmine was quiet and peaceful.

    “Hey,” Drake cut into my thoughts, “Jasmine’s talkin’ to you.”

    “Huh?” I blubbered in surprise, “Oh, sorry what? I was just thinking.”

    “That’s a first.” Rudy joked, blowing a stray strand of red hair from his face as he walked with a sulky face and slouched with his arms crossed.

    “At least I’ve got a head start.” I snapped back. Rudy stopped walking and took a minute to figure the comment out.

    “Heey…I think! I think a lot! How else do I come up with my ingenious pranks?” Rudy said indignantly.

    “By looking them up in your prank book.” I said matter-of-factly.

    “Shut up!” Rudy said turning beet red, while everyone but Drake laughed.

    “Well, I think we all learned a lesson today!” Whitney said with a grin.

    “What? That Rudy can’t think properly so he has to look it up in a book?” Flannery asked, giggling.

    “Nope, but I think we learned that too.” Whitney said laughing.

    “So what did we learn?” Falkner asked skeptically.

    “Never pick a fight with Winona. She always wins.” Whitney exclaimed.

    “I could bet against that. Remember the last battle I had with her? I won. That qualifies as a fight right?” Drake mumbled boredly, still looking anywhere but at us.

    Morty nodded, “That’s true Winona.”

    “I think she means a verbal war Drake.” I spat, “But you’re too caught up in yourself to realize that I beat you in a battle too.”

    “I thought we were talking about how you always win, but you don’t because I beat you that time.” Drake replied, folding his arms as we all trudged along the beaten path, my argument with Drake getting more heated by the second. It was usually us who ended up getting in the big fights. Mature? Not really.

    “That once.” I said back to him, “That once.”

    “Out of two times, let’s not forget.” He said, stopping for the sliding doors, “Running out of come-backs dear child? Then do keep quiet, your almost as worse as the nimrods behind me.” Whitney and Flannery stopped tailing him and blinked in confusion as to how he figured out they were there, even though they’d been giggling about as loudly as they spoke.

    “Two rooms please!” Jasmine said, already at the counter.

    Nurse Joy looked at Drake, who was oldest, and since Jasmine, being one of the youngest, she needed reassurance before giving two rooms away.

    “Two rooms.” I said more firmly.

    Second oldest seemed good enough for her, because she gave me two keys.

    I tossed a key to Drake. Boy’s room, Girls room.

    And naturally, he caught it was ease, cool, and indifference.

    Which, ****** me off, just so you know.

    “I dunno, don’t you think it might be…” Falkner paused “well, dangerous to go in the grass?”

    Flannery looked at him like he was crazy. “How else do you expect us to catch pokemon?”

    “Well, maybe they’d walk onto the sidewalk, or mayb-woah!” He was cut short as Whitney came plowing through and grabbed his arm.

    “Come on Cream Puff, live it up!” She said dragging him into the grass, followed by Jasmine, Flannery, Winona, Rudy, Drake and Morty.

    “Yeah Falkner, if anything happens you’ve got 7 people behind your back.” Morty said to a stiff Falkner.

    “Morty’s right Falkner, you worry too much!” Flannery said cheerfully.

    “Okay, I guess so.” Falkner replied quite the opposite of Flannery at the moment.
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    Okay, that was the super short prolouge (sp?) and the next chapter is coming now.
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    -Chapter 1-

    “Wow that was boring.” Falkner said sitting down on a bench.

    “Only because you were whining the whole time and scared off the pokemon!” Whitney snapped.

    “Lay off Whitney!” I snapped back.

    “But it’s his fault!” Whitney whined.

    “Now look who’s whining.” I grumbled.

    “Honestly Whitney, every time you open your mouth it gives me a headache.” Drake said putting a hand to his forehead.

    Being the second oldest isn’t an easy job! Especially since the oldest doesn’t give a crap about what we do! At least Jasmine and Morty have some sense in them, but what with Rudy’s pranks, and Flannery’s clumsiness, and high-matinence Whitney, this journey wasn’t going too well. Then there was Falkner, who was afraid of just about everything, and Drake. Drake was the mysterious, and oldest of the group, who almost nobody knew anything about! And then he liked to add oil to arguments and comments to either make the fight louder and angrier, or just start it. She sighed.

    “Something wrong Winona?” Jasmine asked.

    “No, it’s just these guys wear me out.” I replied.

    “We should go find a pokemon center. It’s about time we turn in.” Morty said checking his watch.

    “No way! The night is still young, and so are we!” Flannery and Whitney said in unison, giggling.

    Drake rolled his eyes.

    This was their inside joke, which we all knew about. They loved making fun of their grandparents, who were always crazy about staying up late, and they would always say that the night was still young and so were they. But I knew their grandparents and I knew exactly what to say back.

    “Yeah, if you’re so young, then it’s past your bedtime. Let’s move!” I said ushering them back onto the road.

    “That was a good one Winona!” Flannery said

    “We should keep that in mind” Whitney remarked to Flannery.

    Two peapods in a shell was the best description for the two. Inseparable, and really whacked. They did everything together, and never fought. They loved creating chaos, and making fun of people. The chaos twins they called themselves. How immature. I thought it’d be a miracle if they ever did something with their lives. I felt sorry for the people hiring them.

    Then, there was Morty and Falkner. Thank goodness Morty knew all of Falkners fears, because he told us that Falkners less afraid when he’s up in the air, or in high places. Strange enough…anyway, those two are best friends too. We’ve got four pairs of best friends in our group of eight. Morty and Falkner we’re pretty cool. At least they didn’t cause as much trouble as Whitney and Flannery.

    Now, I could thank Drake over and over for agreeing to come along. He keeps Rudy in check. Rudy practically hero-worshipped him. No, not practically, he did worship him. Drake’s really good when it comes to pokemon. He’s got the strongest of all of us. A rare Dratini, a powerful electabuzz, a kick-*** bulbasaur, and a ghastly as mysterious as himself, to top it off. I guess Rudy did have a good reason to hero worship him. He was cool, smooth, and even had a knack for getting everyone to believe him, even if it was the most outrageous of stories. And, he was mysterious. A quality Rudy wants. Yeah right. In a million years maybe. Too bad we won’t be around then.

    Jasmine and I were definitely best friends. We both controlled the chaos that Rudy, Flannery, and Whitney caused. Drake controlled Rudy, but only if he felt like it, which wasn’t often, and didn’t help. But, Jasmine and I find that knowing that at the end of solving the daily argument, which was usually between Rudy and Whitney, or Flannery and Falkner, it feels pretty good knowing that everything is quiet because of you.

    “Hey,” Drake cut into my thoughts, “Jasmine’s talkin’ to you.”

    “Huh?” I said, “Oh, sorry what? I was just thinking.”

    “That’s a first.” Rudy joked.

    “At least I’ve got a head start.” I snapped back. Rudy stopped walking and took a minute to figure the comment out.

    “Heey…I think! I think a lot! How else do I come up with my ingenious pranks?” Rudy said indignantly

    “By looking them up in your prank book.” I said matter-of-factly.

    “Shut up!” Rudy said, while every laughed.

    “Well, I think we all learned a lesson today!” Whitney said.

    “What? That Rudy can’t think properly so he has to look it up in a book?” Flannery asked, giggling.

    “Nope, but I think we learned that too.” Whitney said laughing.

    “So what did we learn?” Falkner asked skeptically.

    “Never pick a fight with Winona. She always wins.” Whitney exclaimed.

    “I could bet against that. Remember the last battle I had with her? I won. That qualifies as a fight right?” Drake said.

    “He got you there Winona.” Morty said.

    “I think she means a verbal war Drake. But you’re too caught up in yourself to realize that I beat you in a battle too.” I said annoyed.

    “I thought we were talking about how you always win, but you don’t because I beat you that time.” Drake replied.

    “That once.” I said back too him. “That once.”

    “Out of two times, let’s not forget.” He said, stopping for the sliding doors. (I know there’s no pokemon center in NewBark, live with it.)

    “Two rooms please!” Jasmine said.

    Nurse Joy looked at Drake, who was oldest, and since Jasmine, being one of the youngest, she needed reassurance before giving two rooms away. But I don’t think she knew Drake really was the oldest, but he was the tallest so I guess she assumed at that.

    “Two rooms.” I said.

    Second oldest seemed good enough for her, because she gave me two keys.

    I tossed a key to Drake. Boy’s room, Girls room.

    “I dunno, don’t you think it might be…” Falkner paused “well, dangerous to go in the grass?”

    Flannery looked at him like he was crazy. “How else do you expect us to catch pokemon?”

    “Well, maybe they’d walk onto the sidewalk, or mayb-woah!” He was cut short as Whitney came plowing through and grabbed his arm.

    “Come on Cream Puff, live it up!” She said dragging him into the grass, followed by Jasmine, Flannery, Winona, Rudy, Drake and Morty.

    “Yeah Falkner, if anything happens you’ve got 7 people behind your back.” Morty said to a stiff Falkner.

    “Morty’s right Falkner, you worry too much!” Flannery said cheerfully.

    “Okay, I guess so.” Falkner replied quite the opposite of Flannery at the moment.

    ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~

    “Wow that was boring.” Falkner said sitting down on a bench.

    “Only because you were whining the whole time and scared off the pokemon!” Whitney snapped.

    “Lay off Whitney!” I snapped back.

    “But it’s his fault!” Whitney whined.

    “Now look who’s whining.” I grumbled.

    “Honestly Whitney, every time you open your mouth it gives me a headache.” Drake said putting a hand to his forehead.

    Being the second oldest isn’t an easy job! Especially since the oldest doesn’t give a crap about what we do! At least Jasmine and Morty have some sense in them, but what with Rudy’s pranks, and Flannery’s clumsiness, and high-matinence Whitney, this journey wasn’t going too well. Then there was Falkner, who was afraid of just about everything, and Drake. Drake was the mysterious, and oldest of the group, who almost nobody knew anything about! And then he liked to add oil to arguments and comments to either make the fight louder and angrier, or just start it. She sighed.

    “Something wrong Winona?” Jasmine asked.

    “No, it’s just these guys wear me out.” I replied.

    “We should go find a pokemon center. It’s about time we turn in.” Morty said checking his watch.

    “No way! The night is still young, and so are we!” Flannery and Whitney said in unison, giggling.

    Drake rolled his eyes.

    This was their inside joke, which we all knew about. They loved making fun of their grandparents, who were always crazy about staying up late, and they would always say that the night was still young and so were they. But I knew their grandparents and I knew exactly what to say back.

    “Yeah, if you’re so young, then it’s past your bedtime. Let’s move!” I said ushering them back onto the road.

    “That was a good one Winona!” Flannery said

    “We should keep that in mind” Whitney remarked to Flannery.

    Two peapods in a shell was the best description for the two. Inseparable, and really whacked. They did everything together, and never fought. They loved creating chaos, and making fun of people. The chaos twins they called themselves. How immature. I thought it’d be a miracle if they ever did something with their lives. I felt sorry for the people hiring them.

    Then, there was Morty and Falkner. Thank goodness Morty knew all of Falkners fears, because he told us that Falkners less afraid when he’s up in the air, or in high places. Strange enough…anyway, those two are best friends too. We’ve got four pairs of best friends in our group of eight. Morty and Falkner we’re pretty cool. At least they didn’t cause as much trouble as Whitney and Flannery.

    Now, I could thank Drake over and over for agreeing to come along. He keeps Rudy in check. Rudy practically hero-worshipped him. No, not practically, he did worship him. Drake’s really good when it comes to pokemon. He’s got the strongest of all of us. A rare Dratini, a powerful electabuzz, a kick-*** bulbasaur, and a ghastly as mysterious as himself, to top it off. I guess Rudy did have a good reason to hero worship him. He was cool, smooth, and even had a knack for getting everyone to believe him, even if it was the most outrageous of stories. And, he was mysterious. A quality Rudy wants. Yeah right. In a million years maybe. Too bad we won’t be around then.

    Jasmine and I were definitely best friends. We both controlled the chaos that Rudy, Flannery, and Whitney caused. Drake controlled Rudy, but only if he felt like it, which wasn’t often, and didn’t help. But, Jasmine and I find that knowing that at the end of solving the daily argument, which was usually between Rudy and Whitney, or Flannery and Falkner, it feels pretty good knowing that everything is quiet because of you.

    “Hey,” Drake cut into my thoughts, “Jasmine’s talkin’ to you.”

    “Huh?” I said, “Oh, sorry what? I was just thinking.”

    “That’s a first.” Rudy joked.

    “At least I’ve got a head start.” I snapped back. Rudy stopped walking and took a minute to figure the comment out.

    “Heey…I think! I think a lot! How else do I come up with my ingenious pranks?” Rudy said indignantly

    “By looking them up in your prank book.” I said matter-of-factly.

    “Shut up!” Rudy said, while every laughed.

    “Well, I think we all learned a lesson today!” Whitney said.

    “What? That Rudy can’t think properly so he has to look it up in a book?” Flannery asked, giggling.

    “Nope, but I think we learned that too.” Whitney said laughing.

    “So what did we learn?” Falkner asked skeptically.

    “Never pick a fight with Winona. She always wins.” Whitney exclaimed.

    “I could bet against that. Remember the last battle I had with her? I won. That qualifies as a fight right?” Drake said.

    “He got you there Winona.” Morty said.

    “I think she means a verbal war Drake. But you’re too caught up in yourself to realize that I beat you in a battle too.” I said annoyed.

    “I thought we were talking about how you always win, but you don’t because I beat you that time.” Drake replied.

    “That once.” I said back too him. “That once.”

    “Out of two times, let’s not forget.” He said, stopping for the sliding doors. (I know there’s no pokemon center in NewBark, live with it.)

    “Two rooms please!” Jasmine said.

    Nurse Joy looked at Drake, who was oldest, and since Jasmine, being one of the youngest, she needed reassurance before giving two rooms away. But I don’t think she knew Drake really was the oldest, but he was the tallest so I guess she assumed at that.

    “Two rooms.” I said.

    Second oldest seemed good enough for her, because she gave me two keys.

    I tossed a key to Drake. Boy’s room, Girls room.

    ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~

    I still don’t understand her problem with me. I mean, she doesn’t expect me to be Mr. Wonderful, does she? Perhaps the daddy of this freakshow? Does she comprehend the word, no? She should try convincing Morty or something. At least he actually cares about what the others do, because I certainly don’t. Unless Rudy’s buggin’ the hell outta me or something, I’d rather sit out. Or maybe if it’s Whitney or Flannery. They’re possibly the most annoying people I’ve ever met. Falkner’s more like a shadow of Morty, who’s afraid of getting stepped on and crap like that, so I don’t really mind him, so long as he’s not tailing my heels when we end up in a cave. I probably wouldn’t even know Jasmine if she wasn’t Winona’s best friend, so that goes to show how much of an impression that girl leaves on a guy. Speaking of Winona, I have no idea why, but it’s so much fun to wind her up. To see her reaction to each insult I throw at her. It’s almost always different, though it’s usually an angry and indignified one.

    I caught the key Winona had flung at me easily. She was probably hoping I would drop it or something. She’s been really uptight lately. Oh well. Not my problem.

    “Hey you guys, what are we doing tomorrow?” Rudy asked, mainly implied to me.

    “I dunno” Winona pulled out a pokenav. “why don’t we take this route. From New Bark, to Cherry Grove, to Violet, to Azalea, to Goldenrod, and we’ll figure things out from there?” She suggested.

    “Okay, it’s fine with me!” Jasmine piped.

    Naturally.

    Rudy’s face fell that I wasn’t the one who’d replied.

    Naturally.

    “I’m going to bed, I’m tired, and I don’t really care where we’re going. I’ll find out tomorrow.” Whitney whined as she turned around, and bumped into the locked door.

    “Wiinona!!!” Whitney complained like a baby.

    “Alright alright, I’m coming.” Winona said, unlocking the door, like a grandmother.

    “I call top bunk!” Flannery called behind Whitney, running in behind her, like an infant.

    “Night guys.” Morty said. Sanity. At last.

    “Good night.” Falkner walked in after Morty. He wasn’t afraid of sleep? That’s surprising.

    “Whatever” Rudy said slouching in after Falkner. Too much effort on the cool factor. TOO much effort.

    I just grunted to say good night to an indignified Winona who probably thought she deserved more than that. I thought anything acknowledging her existence was already pretty good.

    “Good night Falkner! Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Flannery giggled.

    “Nice try Flannery, I’m not afraid of bugs.” Falkner called from inside the room that had been assigned for the boys.

    “Come on Jasmine” Winona said, a little younger this time. More like a mom.

    I closed the door behind me. Obviously, everyone was already sleeping. I sighed as I took off my vest, and shoes. I hung my vest on the bedside post, and sat down on the –lumpy- bed. I knew that tonight would not be a sleeping night. That had to be the third fight I’d had with Winona…within the hour.

    “I wonder why she hates me so much.” I mumbled to myself, not really caring, throwing my feet onto the bed and pulling the covers over myself to try and force myself to sleep. Thinking always made me stay wide awake for some stupid reason. I always needed to draw blanks before bed, but not with the stampede of dorks known as… well, us.

    ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~

    This might be an old thing, as I’m an old turd that hasn’t been onto SPPF in ages, but… no PM list. 8) Sorry~ Do review if you like the fiction, the more reviews I get the more motivated I am to do the next chapter.

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    Hi!
    Haven't seen you for a long time, how's things?

    Anyways, a good start. A lot of humor, especially with Falker at the beginning. I didn't really expect something as innovative as Wionna x Drake (no Gracefulshipping? 0.o), but all the other pairings make sense... kinda. The POV is a little bit confusing, but everything else is all good. Hope you update!
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