[ Sorry, emotional support beer. Nen needs to put you down now--and does just that, setting it on the coffee table before walking around it just. you know. Stand in front of Chipp all expectant-like as one does when they are a Very Normal Person. ]
I am ready.
[ HUG. Give it.
And by 'give it' I mean Nen sort of awkwardly twitches their arms forward like they mean to initiate it, but don't quite get there because they second-guess themselves and also because Chipp's still sitting down. ]
[And, of course, Chipp watches this entire rigmarole play out like it's some sort of social display. Complete with them having to announce that they're ready. He can't help the way his head tilts in confusion for a moment, but he moves to put his can and flask both down on the table.
And then he waves for them to get closer, to actually, y'know. Hug him??]
Awright, c'mon then. You don't gotta stand around like a mannequin, just go for it. It's a hug, that's how folks do it.
[ Now...most people would have hugged Chipp by now. And when they did it, they probably just would've leaned over and given him a normal hug, since he's tall enough for that. But Nen? Has only ever had the type where you're right up with them; close embraces. If Chipp is down there and Nen is up here, and they need to hug...
Sorry, Chipp.
Nen just crawls right into his lap and plunks themself down so they can lean into him and grab his shirt.
[Chipp is a dangerous man. A deadly man. Someone who's honed his mind and abilities to kill someone without hesitation and without remorse. His heart and his body both have been hardened from the years he's spent taking people out and dodging the law. Some people regard him as little more than a machine made to take lives. A demon, perhaps. Some even go as far as to call him the Devil.
Even those in the land of the dead, the other Grim Reapers that can weather any wound, any death, fear him. Avoid him and his land. Regard him as a myth and a legend, cold-blooded, something woven into stories meant to scare people into behaving - only to be very, very real.]
[... And here he is, sitting stock still and on the brink of tears because his little friend climbed into his lap for a hug.
After a moment, he finally moves to wrap his arms around them - a slow, tentative motion like he's completely and utterly unsure what to do, here. But they get their hug. ... Rather, it's more like they're being cradled. But it's a type of hug, at least.]
[ It's the best kind of hug, because it comes from someone that Nenonen is very, very fond of. They've only had three hugs to date and one of them technically hasn't happened yet because of TimelinesTM and bridge quests but point is, hugs are a big thing for Nen. They're not great at giving them (Nen's hands are fisted in his shirt, the same way they fisted in Vash's as he tried to comfort them; the same way they clung to Yuuto's as they tried to make peace with the fact that Ten wasn't really there), but they way they press their face into his chest and lean into him with all the trust in the world is telling.
Chipp can cradle them all he wants. Nen is here to soak up every minute of it. ]
...I like you, Chipp. You're a good friend for me.
[Said quietly and mostly to himself, of course. But this whole thing - It's hard with his helmet on. He never thought about this, what would happen if someone were to hug him while wearing it. It's not a situation that either he or his Boss thought about while creating the helmet in the first place. He can't see them at all, can't tuck them under his chin, nothing like that. So off it goes again. This time entirely, getting placed on the couch beside him. Just so he can hug them properly, give them the hug they obviously needed.]
... I like you too, Nenett. And I'm glad ya feel that way - I been tryin' very... very hard.
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[ It's an awkward way to say it, but it's just how Nen is. Helmet comes off, Chipp doesn't try to correct them and insist he's not everything they think he is, and Nen just folds up into him. The weight of his arms and the squeeze of their strength does some work, but mostly? He just makes Nen feel safe.
They hope that one day, they can do the same thing for him. ]
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[ That's Nenspeak for you're fine just the way you are. ]
[Is it an awkward way to say it? Chipp doesn't think of it that way. It's just a Nen way to say it, in his mind. It makes it easy for him to understand. Easier to just settle into that hug and be glad it's happening at all. He doesn't get hugs very much, let him have this.]
... You wanna... try some of them treats I brought? Ain't nothin' soft, but I think you gonna be able to eat'em anyway. Might even like'em.
Yeah, the snacks! You remembered that one - great, don't wanna have to explain what snacks are again. Here, lemme just -
[One hand leaves Nen's shoulders just for a second, just so he can snatch a bag out of the air as he floats it over to himself with his magic. (It's magnetic magic. Sorry if their hair ends up a little frizzy.) But since they're in the prime position for it... the bag gets put in Nenonen's lap.]
Got hard candies, couple types of chips - that's with one "p", it's a kinda snack made outta potatoes. They ain't a paste, but you could chew'em into one pretty good, I think? Also got some puddin' cups and Jello cups, I feel like you gonna dig those.
... Oh, you gonna need a spoon -
[Without even thinking about it, without any hesitation, he reaches for his helmet. And he snaps the antennas right off of it.
With his magic, they form into a glob of solid metal for a moment, before reshaping into a nice little spoon for their use.]
I remember most of the things you tell me. My short-term memory is quite effective.
[ Nen sounds quite proud of themself on that, and yes: Nen's hair does get a bit frizzy. When they reach out to poke at the spoon it even give them a tiny shock! But just a little one. A faint flinch and they're fine, inspecting the utensil with curiosity. For just a moment there, the thought "you broke your hair" crossed their 'mind, but the antenna aren't actually hair and the helmet isn't actually Chipp's head. So.
Nen sits back against his knees to give them more room to look at everything he's brought over, eyes keen. ]
"Eat", you mean "what should I eat". "Spoonin'" is somethin' different altogether. Somethin'... real different. But, uhh... you like fruit, right? Try some of that Jello in there.
[He got cherry and grape flavors!! The worst yet most popular kinds!!]
[ Jello it is! Nen looks between the two colours and decides that grape looks like it'll be fun. Thankfully, the jello cups are just as easy to figure out as the beer can, so Nen gets that opened up without too much trouble. Better yet: no kssht! of surprise air.
Nen spoons some out of it and gives it a sniff--something they never did in their world, what point is there to sniffing nutrient paste?--before plopping it in their mouth with a pleased sound.
It's sweet! And has a similar texture to supplement jelly. Interesting. ]
... Uhh. [Fuck. He forgot that Nen isn't the type to just leave well enough alone. He actually has to look away in thought for a moment, rubbing his chin as his face scrunches up.]
... Okay, it's - Well, first, don't go doin' this with just... anyone, okay? It's kinda special, save it for someone special to ya. Someone that makes your chest feel funny, you know? The kinda person you wanna see all the time.
[This is the closest he's probably ever going to get when it comes to explaining what love is. Because that's the closest he's ever really figured out for himself.]
Spoonin' is... it's a type of cuddlin'. Y'know - holdin' someone else just for the sake of holdin'em. Like a bigger, longer hug for someone special. You got yourself and whoever layin' down together, all curled up with your back against their chest - or the other way 'round, guess that's possible. But the way you do it, it makes ya both look like spoons together in a drawer. So that's how it got its name.
It's good for naps. As far as I know, ain't done it myself.
[ Oh boy...poor Chipp and his precious, sweet, pure heart. How does someone so gruff and tough a once-human-serial killer also turn out to be a giant softie about these things??
Nen pauses midway through that spoonful of jello for his explanation, mulling it over in their head. It sounds...a little like the time they slept over at Saya, Kantera, Venti, and Yuri's house. Bedding and pillows all over the floor, flopping across Saya because she was a gosh-darn furnace and Nen absolutely adored it, staying up late into the night talking...
It sounds a little like that, only without the funny feeling in their chest. The funny feeling (happiness) was in their stomach. Also, Nen just laid on top of Saya and hugged her. There was no back-pressing involved...hmm. The more Nen thinks about it, the more they think perhaps they did not actually spoon at all. Perhaps the sleep-over is a poor example. ]
[Of course. Of course they're gonna ask that. What a jab right in that precious, sweet, pure heart of his. He ends up letting out a weary sigh, like he's a tired ol' dog that's sick of life and ready to pass on already.]
I ain't done it 'cause no one's liked me enough for it. What do you think of the Jello?
[- SPOON IN HIS FACE. It gets stared at with big, wide eyes, almost going cross-eyed with how close it is. He suddenly has no idea what's going on anymore. Again. Being... offered to be spoon-fed sweets?? And asked if he wants to cuddle????? By Nenonen?????????
Unsurprisingly, his face near immediately takes a bright, luminescent shade of Dayglo orange, glowing bright enough to make all of his freckles stand out.]
U-uhh...... [Is he even ALLOWED to say yes??] ... Well-- Like I said, it's good for naps... b-but I don't sleep, y'know - the dead don't gotta sleep, so it's... Kind of a waste, right?
[help he needs an adult an adultier adult that knows what to do]
[ Oh heck yes, high-level magic makes an unexpected appearance. Chipp looks like a night-light. Nen doesn't know what they did to produce this kind of reaction in Chipp, but they are very much for it. They've got to offer him Jello more often.
That said, that spoon? Still waiting in mid-air for him. ]
You turned yellow. [ Nenonen doesn't smile, but boy oh boy is it a near thing with the twitch the corners of their mouth gives. ] It's also for the "sake of just holding someone", yes? I will make that sake. You're very warm. I bet you make a great spoon.
[ Nen runs cold at just under 35 Celcius; so someone who runs extra-hot like Chipp? Like Saya? Feels wonderful. ]
[Oh, now he is just an even brighter shade. The blush is starting to trail down his neck and everything. He'd almost be sweating if that was something he did easily. Instead, he's looking up at the ceiling now, brow raised and scrunched in an expression Nen will likely not see for a long time beyond now - Catholic Guiltâ„¢.]
It's - You gotta save it for someone special! I ain't special! I'm just the one teachin' ya French and how to eat Jello!
[ listen I know it's on my subject like but CATHOLIC GUILT i'm dead. Nen is fine, but I am dying.
Chipp looking up at the ceiling really gives Nenonen a great view of all his majesty right now. Solid approval. Even if what he says next makes no sense to Nen. ]
But that is special. You're the only person who has ever done either for me.
[He's now blushing so brightly, it's questionable whether he's got any blood left in the rest of his body at all. (He doesn't. Reapers don't use blood the same way was humans. Fun fact.)
After a second of suffering further, he brings his hands to his face so he can give it a good, hard rub in frustration. Complete with the sort of frustrated grumble you might expect.]
It's about love! You do that kinda shit with the person ya love! Okay!? But I can't teach ya what that is, 'cause I don't got a fuckin' clue if I can feel love in the first place, so just - Look, there's a couple books in the box for that too, so read'em! Think about'em real hard! Then you can ask me for that kinda thing!
[Because yes, he did, in fact, make sure to grab a book or two on the concept of love and marriage. Because they want him as a husband. So it's only fair to make sure they actually understand what that even MEANS.]
[ Chipp the grim reaper night light, in all his high-level majesty... Nen really needs to talk about spoons with him more often if this is what it does. This is immensely satisfying. Just watching him rub his face makes Nenonen want to do the same.
Then, of course, he brings up the subject of "love" and Nen blinks. They've heard the word before--people say all the time how much the "love food x" or "love doing activity b." That's a degree of enjoyment. The kind of love Chipp's talking about is an emotional response. Or a concept. Both? Nen knows enough about it to know they don't understand it and aren't familiar with it enough to have an opinion on what it really is.
And Chipp obviously has some very strong feelings about it. ]
Does that mean I can't makes a spoon with you until I love you? What if you don't love me?
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[ Sorry, emotional support beer. Nen needs to put you down now--and does just that, setting it on the coffee table before walking around it just. you know. Stand in front of Chipp all expectant-like as one does when they are a Very Normal Person. ]
I am ready.
[ HUG. Give it.
And by 'give it' I mean Nen sort of awkwardly twitches their arms forward like they mean to initiate it, but don't quite get there because they second-guess themselves and also because Chipp's still sitting down. ]
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Complete with them having to announce that they're ready.
He can't help the way his head tilts in confusion for a moment, but he moves to put his can and flask both down on the table.
And then he waves for them to get closer, to actually, y'know. Hug him??]
Awright, c'mon then. You don't gotta stand around like a mannequin, just go for it.
It's a hug, that's how folks do it.
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Sorry, Chipp.
Nen just crawls right into his lap and plunks themself down so they can lean into him and grab his shirt.
#hugging ]
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His heart and his body both have been hardened from the years he's spent taking people out and dodging the law.
Some people regard him as little more than a machine made to take lives. A demon, perhaps. Some even go as far as to call him the Devil.
Even those in the land of the dead, the other Grim Reapers that can weather any wound, any death, fear him. Avoid him and his land.
Regard him as a myth and a legend, cold-blooded, something woven into stories meant to scare people into behaving - only to be very, very real.]
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After a moment, he finally moves to wrap his arms around them - a slow, tentative motion like he's completely and utterly unsure what to do, here.
But they get their hug. ... Rather, it's more like they're being cradled. But it's a type of hug, at least.]
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Chipp can cradle them all he wants. Nen is here to soak up every minute of it. ]
...I like you, Chipp. You're a good friend for me.
[ So please don't say you aren't. ]
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[Said quietly and mostly to himself, of course. But this whole thing -
It's hard with his helmet on. He never thought about this, what would happen if someone were to hug him while wearing it. It's not a situation that either he or his Boss thought about while creating the helmet in the first place.
He can't see them at all, can't tuck them under his chin, nothing like that.
So off it goes again. This time entirely, getting placed on the couch beside him. Just so he can hug them properly, give them the hug they obviously needed.]
... I like you too, Nenett. And I'm glad ya feel that way -
I been tryin' very... very hard.
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[ It's an awkward way to say it, but it's just how Nen is. Helmet comes off, Chipp doesn't try to correct them and insist he's not everything they think he is, and Nen just folds up into him. The weight of his arms and the squeeze of their strength does some work, but mostly? He just makes Nen feel safe.
They hope that one day, they can do the same thing for him. ]
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[ That's Nenspeak for you're fine just the way you are. ]
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It makes it easy for him to understand. Easier to just settle into that hug and be glad it's happening at all.
He doesn't get hugs very much, let him have this.]
... You wanna... try some of them treats I brought?
Ain't nothin' soft, but I think you gonna be able to eat'em anyway. Might even like'em.
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[ Nen forgot all about them with that rush of book-fueled emotion. They glance back to table, where the grocery bags are. ]
What did you bring?? Is it new?
[ Nen looks back to him, hands still balled in his shirt. ]
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Here, lemme just -
[One hand leaves Nen's shoulders just for a second, just so he can snatch a bag out of the air as he floats it over to himself with his magic.
(It's magnetic magic. Sorry if their hair ends up a little frizzy.)
But since they're in the prime position for it... the bag gets put in Nenonen's lap.]
Got hard candies, couple types of chips - that's with one "p", it's a kinda snack made outta potatoes. They ain't a paste, but you could chew'em into one pretty good, I think?
Also got some puddin' cups and Jello cups, I feel like you gonna dig those.
... Oh, you gonna need a spoon -
[Without even thinking about it, without any hesitation, he reaches for his helmet.
And he snaps the antennas right off of it.
With his magic, they form into a glob of solid metal for a moment, before reshaping into a nice little spoon for their use.]
Here! Should work just fine.
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[ Nen sounds quite proud of themself on that, and yes: Nen's hair does get a bit frizzy. When they reach out to poke at the spoon it even give them a tiny shock! But just a little one. A faint flinch and they're fine, inspecting the utensil with curiosity. For just a moment there, the thought "you broke your hair" crossed their 'mind, but the antenna aren't actually hair and the helmet isn't actually Chipp's head. So.
Nen sits back against his knees to give them more room to look at everything he's brought over, eyes keen. ]
Thank you. What should I spoon first?
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Somethin'... real different.
But, uhh... you like fruit, right? Try some of that Jello in there.
[He got cherry and grape flavors!! The worst yet most popular kinds!!]
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[ Jello it is! Nen looks between the two colours and decides that grape looks like it'll be fun. Thankfully, the jello cups are just as easy to figure out as the beer can, so Nen gets that opened up without too much trouble. Better yet: no kssht! of surprise air.
Nen spoons some out of it and gives it a sniff--something they never did in their world, what point is there to sniffing nutrient paste?--before plopping it in their mouth with a pleased sound.
It's sweet! And has a similar texture to supplement jelly. Interesting. ]
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He actually has to look away in thought for a moment, rubbing his chin as his face scrunches up.]
... Okay, it's -
Well, first, don't go doin' this with just... anyone, okay? It's kinda special, save it for someone special to ya.
Someone that makes your chest feel funny, you know? The kinda person you wanna see all the time.
[This is the closest he's probably ever going to get when it comes to explaining what love is.
Because that's the closest he's ever really figured out for himself.]
Spoonin' is... it's a type of cuddlin'. Y'know - holdin' someone else just for the sake of holdin'em. Like a bigger, longer hug for someone special.
You got yourself and whoever layin' down together, all curled up with your back against their chest - or the other way 'round, guess that's possible.
But the way you do it, it makes ya both look like spoons together in a drawer. So that's how it got its name.
It's good for naps. As far as I know, ain't done it myself.
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[ Oh boy...poor Chipp and his precious, sweet, pure heart. How does someone so gruff and tough a once-human-serial killer also turn out to be a giant softie about these things??
Nen pauses midway through that spoonful of jello for his explanation, mulling it over in their head. It sounds...a little like the time they slept over at Saya, Kantera, Venti, and Yuri's house. Bedding and pillows all over the floor, flopping across Saya because she was a gosh-darn furnace and Nen absolutely adored it, staying up late into the night talking...
It sounds a little like that, only without the funny feeling in their chest. The funny feeling (happiness) was in their stomach. Also, Nen just laid on top of Saya and hugged her. There was no back-pressing involved...hmm. The more Nen thinks about it, the more they think perhaps they did not actually spoon at all. Perhaps the sleep-over is a poor example. ]
Why haven't you spooned before? It sounds nice.
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[Of course. Of course they're gonna ask that. What a jab right in that precious, sweet, pure heart of his.
He ends up letting out a weary sigh, like he's a tired ol' dog that's sick of life and ready to pass on already.]
I ain't done it 'cause no one's liked me enough for it.
What do you think of the Jello?
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[ Nen pops the spoon out of their mouth and takes another scoop, this time holding it out to him. ]
I like you. Do you want to spoon with me?
[ Jello AND two kinds of spooning, what a bargain!! ]
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It gets stared at with big, wide eyes, almost going cross-eyed with how close it is.
He suddenly has no idea what's going on anymore. Again.
Being... offered to be spoon-fed sweets?? And asked if he wants to cuddle?????
By Nenonen?????????
Unsurprisingly, his face near immediately takes a bright, luminescent shade of Dayglo orange, glowing bright enough to make all of his freckles stand out.]
U-uhh...... [Is he even ALLOWED to say yes??] ... Well--
Like I said, it's good for naps... b-but I don't sleep, y'know - the dead don't gotta sleep, so it's...
Kind of a waste, right?
[help he needs an adult
an adultier adult that knows what to do]
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That said, that spoon? Still waiting in mid-air for him. ]
You turned yellow. [ Nenonen doesn't smile, but boy oh boy is it a near thing with the twitch the corners of their mouth gives. ] It's also for the "sake of just holding someone", yes? I will make that sake. You're very warm. I bet you make a great spoon.
[ Nen runs cold at just under 35 Celcius; so someone who runs extra-hot like Chipp? Like Saya? Feels wonderful. ]
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Instead, he's looking up at the ceiling now, brow raised and scrunched in an expression Nen will likely not see for a long time beyond now -
Catholic Guiltâ„¢.]
It's -
You gotta save it for someone special! I ain't special!
I'm just the one teachin' ya French and how to eat Jello!
CATHOLIC GUILT ICAN'T
Chipp looking up at the ceiling really gives Nenonen a great view of all his majesty right now. Solid approval. Even if what he says next makes no sense to Nen. ]
But that is special. You're the only person who has ever done either for me.
[ Nenonen uses: Flawless Logic ]
listen he's SUFFERING ok
[He's now blushing so brightly, it's questionable whether he's got any blood left in the rest of his body at all.
(He doesn't. Reapers don't use blood the same way was humans. Fun fact.)
After a second of suffering further, he brings his hands to his face so he can give it a good, hard rub in frustration. Complete with the sort of frustrated grumble you might expect.]
It's about love! You do that kinda shit with the person ya love! Okay!?
But I can't teach ya what that is, 'cause I don't got a fuckin' clue if I can feel love in the first place, so just -
Look, there's a couple books in the box for that too, so read'em! Think about'em real hard!
Then you can ask me for that kinda thing!
[Because yes, he did, in fact, make sure to grab a book or two on the concept of love and marriage. Because they want him as a husband.
So it's only fair to make sure they actually understand what that even MEANS.]
HE SURE IS
Then, of course, he brings up the subject of "love" and Nen blinks. They've heard the word before--people say all the time how much the "love food x" or "love doing activity b." That's a degree of enjoyment. The kind of love Chipp's talking about is an emotional response. Or a concept. Both? Nen knows enough about it to know they don't understand it and aren't familiar with it enough to have an opinion on what it really is.
And Chipp obviously has some very strong feelings about it. ]
Does that mean I can't makes a spoon with you until I love you? What if you don't love me?
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YOURE KILLIN ME SMALLS
FLEXES
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WII????
wii...oui......sobs in french
NO DW I KNOW im just screaming because WII... theyre trying so hard
NEN TRIES SO HARD ;w;
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wao lookin at nen's legs there huh i see i see
i almost had him actually go and feel for muscle but that wouldve meant letting their hands go 😔
OH WEH that would have been cute....maybe even ticklish lmfao
1/2; note to self: tickle punishment for face squishing
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im sorry he's so awkward
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why did spell check tell me "inferrance" is correct
spellcheck trolling you this early in the morning is rude
taking advantage of my dyslexia, knowing id shrug like "ok sure that looks correct"
pats u :'c
pats nen so much more???
jdkf ;u;/// also **nod, not now gd hamhands
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eyyy camping psl becomes canon B)
no no, sweet & tender first time first, THEN the camping psl
oh weh....precious
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cw: mention of euthanasia/suicide...of a sort? choosing death over going home basically
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