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Shapeshifter Isle Story Chapter 23; 19 and a half miles later
Topic Started: Dec 14 2013, 11:59 PM (691 Views)
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“Nineteen and a half miles,” she reads, her hazel eyes looking up and down the page.

“Yup, at least that’s what we think,” I reply, feeling a bit proud of myself.

“How’d you even figure out how long it was?” she asks, a bit skeptical.

“It took a lot of math, if you look at the last few pages you can see where I did all the work.”

She flips through the journal and lands on a series of pages full of complex calculations and mathematics. Her eyes widen, she’s stunned.

“There’s no way you did all this by yourself,” she speculates again.

“It was a group effort,” I lie.

She turns her attention from the journal, her short brown hair bounces on her shoulders as she faces me. “It was all Morris wasn’t it?” I guess there was no point lying now, it was obvious Morris was the only one educated enough to be able figure something like that out.

“Yeah it was Morris,” I admit reluctantly, “but I plotted and drew all the landmarks, and wrote the entries.”

She nods, but doesn’t seem the least bit wooed by my efforts to impress her. After we got back from the expedition I thought we’d be treated like celebrities, the first of our camp to brave the strange new world that surrounded us. But instead we got a few pats on the back and maybe the odd “welcome back, glad you’re okay”, but otherwise no recognition, no giant party, no swooning girls, no rewards. Sure now a few more people knew my name, I was getting sick of being referred to as “the guy who’s friends with the psycho that killed the elk” or “Zach the maniac’s pal”, and a handful of people would come by my tent now and then to check out my journal and see how the expedition went, but it was really out of boredom not that they were interested in what we had seen or done at all. However I wasn’t complaining when a pretty girl showed up this morning asking about the trip, she was older than me by a few years, Caucasian, a little shorter than I was but nice frame, talkative but not in an annoying way, and she had these hazel eyes that were just mesmerizing. I totally forgot her name though; I think it started with an “B”. Brittany? Beatrice? Beth? Brianna? Dang it, man, was this embarrassing. “Seems like you guys really had an adventure,” she says. “Did you really get attacked by wolves?”

“Yeah, they were pretty big, I think they were some kind of weird subspecies endemic to the island. The fauna here is really unique so I wouldn't' be surprised….” I trail off as I notice the expression on her face. She’s confused and amused at the same time. I think now was the time for me to stop talking.

“Anyway, thanks for letting me look at the journal,” she says with that same distorted look on her face. She sounds like she was about to say something else though. I wait for her to finish. “Um, sorry I think I forgot what your name was again, is it……….James?”
‘Great she has me confused with James now, even though we look nothing alike. Wonderful, just shows what a notable reputation I had at camp,’ I silently muse. But it wasn’t like I knew her name either.

“No, it’s Paul,” I correct her quickly. She stops and looks at the ground for a second; I can see she’s stifling a laugh. “What’s so funny?” I ask her.

“Nothing, just……just never heard of a black guy named Paul,” she mutters, as if trying to not let me hear the last part. I was kinda shocked at her comment, considering she didn’t even know me, but not too offended, people have said that to me before.

“Yeah I get that a lot,” I laugh, trying to make it seem like it was funny, but it was a very one-sided joke. I hear the sound of people chattering loudly get closer, in the corner of my eye I see a group of girls heading in my direction, probably her friends. As they approach, she hands me back the journal as she gets up.

“Hey, Bree hurry up or we’ll leave for the pond without you,” one of the girls calls.

“Hold on I’m coming,” she says back, “thanks again, see you around Paul.” She puts an unnecessary emphasis on my name, making it loud enough for her friends to hear. They begin to giggle amongst themselves as she joins up with them. As they walk off I can hear them talking about me, making an attempt to whisper, I pick up the word “nerd” and stop listening as they walk out of view.

“See you around bitch,” I murmur to myself as I tuck my journal into my deer skin satchel. Funny to think they’d treat us like celebrities only to have someone treat you like the exact opposite. I slowly get up and dust off my disgusting jeans looking for something to do. I kick a rock with my mud-caked vans as I make my way through camp. I go over to Zane’s tent and see him sitting on a log busy sharpening his katanna. His messy dark hair seemed to cascade down his forehead and neck, he was in need of a serious haircut. His clothes were clean though, probably just did laundry this morning. His blue polo shirt was near spotless and his jeans, though heavily worn out, were otherwise decently clean. Of course his feet were still an awful mess, dirt and grime filled his overgrown toenails, mud and other unknown substances lined in between his toes and the bottoms of his feet were covered in scars and blisters and appeared permanently darkened. Made me wonder why on earth Drake and Zach chose to go around barefoot.

“How’s everybody’s favorite Wing Chun master doing?” I joke as I greet Zane.

“Tired,” he breathes, “my legs still hurt from all that walking.”

“Yeah, same here,” I say. “Some of the Carnivora guys are having breakfast down at the new side of camp.” The “new side” of camp was a recent expansion that happened further enlarging the area our camp took up. “Wanna head down there?” I finish.

“Sure,” he says sheathing his katana.

He gets up and we walk together through camp, we tread with no words exchanged, I guess Zane wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Suddenly Zane stops, and slowly lifts up his foot, a vile smelling brown substance is stuck to the bottom of it. I look down and see what he had just stepped in: a pile of human feces lay there in a steaming heap.

“Are you kidding me,” Zero murmurs angrily, “people just crap wherever they want now huh?

The camp truly was becoming a pretty disgusting place; people were crapping and peeing all over the campsite instead of having the decency to go out into the woods to find a place to conduct their business. You would find random trash piles everywhere and after people were done cleaning animal carcasses they would just throw the remains out for the ravens to eat. Just the other day I watched some little kids play in a pile of goat and deer entrails. Everything was just filthy. Zane turns and hops on one foot back to his tent. “Lemme clean my foot really quick, I’ll meet you over there,” he says.

“Alright,” I respond before leaving for breakfast. Camp has gotten so big it takes almost a full twenty minutes to walk to the new side. By the time I get there breakfast is still going on, people sit and converse on logs, several small circles of them are gathered around their own small cooking fires. Ravens are everywhere, picking up scraps of food people throw out. As I walk toward one of the fires they flap off into the sky only to return shortly looking for scraps. I shield my face from a flurry of black wings as some of them lift off.

“Paul, over here,” someone calls to me. I turn and see Alex sitting by the fire along with Adam (Admantus), Dave, and Soren. Speared frog legs lay over the fire, roasting away. I walk over and sit on a log next to Soren.

“Smells good,” I say quickly before grabbing a stick off the fire, the meat is a nice charred brown color. I bite right into the fleshy thigh, it feels and taste like chicken as the delicious meat rolls down my tongue.

“We caught them this morning,” Dave says, trimming one of the prongs in his fishing spear with his pocket knife. Thank god he wasn’t smoking again, I never wanted to tell him but I couldn’t stand second hand smoke and steered clear of him whenever he whipped out a cigarette. It was nice to talk to him without having the noxious fumes pour out of his mouth.

“Yeah I got four, you should’ve seen me I was on a roll,” he says excitedly, still chewing on some frog meat. Dave pats him on the back warmly.

“Couldn’t even keep up with him, only got two,” he admits.

“Yeah Dave, no offense but you suck at frog-hunting,” Adam mumbles, his voice muffled by a mouthful of salmon berries.

“That’s cause I don’t do much frog-hunting, I prefer venison,” he replies.

“Why do people like deer so much? I mean they’re harder to catch and prepare than frogs and fish, and you’re going to have to end up sharing the whole thing with the rest of the camp anyway so it’s not like you get much more meat it’s just a waste of time in my opinion,” I state.

“Well unlike frogs you can use deer for other stuff, like bones and antlers for tools, skin for clothes and bags,” Adam refutes.

“Yeah Martha taught me how to do some sewing with deer skin, she helped me make myself leggings out of buckskin,” Alex says, he takes long sip of water from a cane reed pipe and props it back on a stand made from a y-shaped branch. Martha was an old lady at camp, maybe in her mid-fifties, not really that old I guess. She acted almost as a nanny to a lot of the younger kids, she was also crazy good at sewing. She offered to teach me once but no matter how bored out of my mind I was I don’t think I would ever be bored enough to take up sewing. I actually felt kinda bad for declining the offer, she was such a nice lady too, being stuck with each other for so long turned a lot of people into rude jerks but Martha was always sweet to everybody, like a relief from all those douchebags.

“Can you pass the salmon berries?” Soren asks while choking down some frog legs. Adam grabs a small squirrel skin sack full of them and hands it to Soren. As he reaches out to grab them he groans in pain. “Damn, my whole body is still sore from that trip,” he complains. He holds his shoulder and attempts to stretch out his arm.

“We can tell, you didn’t catch anything at the pond,” Alex comments.

Suddenly some loud cawing interrupts our conversation. We turn to see two ravens squabbling over a scrap of meat. They jump at each other and screech at the top of their lungs flapping their wings trying to intimidate one another. Their fighting is cut short when an arrow whizzes past them nearly hitting the larger raven. The two corvids take off into the air in fright. “Dammit almost got him,” says a freckled boy. He walks over holding a bundle bow, and plucks the arrow out of the ground; he looks like he’s maybe thirteen or fourteen. I recognized him; he was really popular to all the younger kids and preteens, what was his name again? Elijah, yeah that was it, Elijah. “Throw some more food and get them to come over here,” he says to his friends sitting by their own fire.

“Hey,” says Dave as he gets up from his seat,” what do you think you’re doing with that bow?”

The boy ignores Dave and nocks the arrow onto the bow. “I’m talking to you,” Dave say as he approaches him, “those things are dangerous you could kill somebody.”

“If they’re so dangerous then why’d the hunters just leave them lying around?” he says back. Of course the hunters would be irresponsible enough to keep a bow were a rowdy, obnoxious kid could get it.

“That’s not the point, you were trying to hit one of those birds weren’t you?” Dave says.

“Yeah, so what, they’re just vermin?” he snorts, “all they do is steal food and beg for scraps.”

“And you’re not going to make them go away by killing one, maybe if you stopped feeding them and burned your scraps like you’re supposed to they’d leave everyone alone.”

By now the rest of the Carnivora guys had gotten up to see what was happening, in fact everyone around us seemed interested. The boy looks at me then the others and smiles. “Hey I know you, you’re Zach’s sidekick,” he says pointing to me, “and you guys are his friends right?”

“I’m not his sidekick,” I mutter quickly.

“Hey where’s your other friend, the one who killed the elk, what’s his name? Drake?” the boy asks.

“He’s out in the woods,” Alex responds almost automatically.

“You mean away from camp? What does he do out there all there alone all the time anyway?” asks one of Elijah’s friends.

“I heard he fucks animals, what does he call himself again? The Rapist of the Forest?” Elijah answers, everyone around him erupts in laughter. Elijah is encouraged by the laughing, you can tell by the look on his face he likes the attention. Alex is visibly annoyed; he really looked up to Drake.

“It’s reaper of the forest, and he calls himself that for good reason too. If he were here right now he would have beat your face in,” Alex snaps.

“Oh wow, so he beats up on kids, I’m so impressed,” Elijah replies mockingly.

“You should be more respectful,” Adam buts in, “Drake has probably saved your life dozens of times before, he does more for this camp than your animal-abusing ass.” The crowd goes silent, Elijah arches his thick eyebrows, he wasn’t about to let himself get embarrassed in front of everybody.

“You mean, Drake? He hasn’t done shit for anybody,” Elijah responds.

“Yes he has, he saved the whole camp from a monster elk,” Soren says, it seems like everybody wanted in on this.

“The only reason he killed that elk was for pleasure, he’s a psycho, psycho’s like killing things. He didn’t give a flying fuck about the safety of the camp; if he did he wouldn’t have destroyed all those shelters in the fight,” Elijah argues. Everyone pauses for a minute and takes it all in, what was scary about Elijah’s argument was he had a point.

“So, that’s not all he did, he’s always helping out around camp,” Alex was furious, he didn’t like his hero being vilified.

“Are you kidding me? He doesn’t do shit around the camp, he spends all his time running around in the woods with his stupid cape acting like he’s some kind of hero, he’s too busy being the Retard of the Forest to care about anybody back here, he’s never around to help anyone. He doesn’t hunt for anybody, he doesn’t clean, he doesn’t take watch at night, he didn’t even help rebuild any of the shelters he fucked up. All he does is go out there in the forest like a little kid in his own fucking fantasy land, I swear he has mental issues,” Elijah says, viscously assaulting Drake’s reputation.

“What are you talking about, he risked his life going on an expedition to explore the island, he found new places for us to camp and food sources and-,” before Alex can finish Elijah cuts in.

“That expedition did nothing for the camp, we already have food sources and a place to live, it was just another excuse for his lazy ass to get out of doing work, isn’t that right Paul, Soren and Zero?” he asks. I’m surprised he knows all our names, but why did he say Zero’s name? I turn and see him standing just a few feet away silently observing everything that was unraveling. He hasn’t said anything since Elijah went off. I open my mouth to speak but Alex rushes to defend Drake again.

“He taught half the camp how to fight, without fighting skills we’d-,”

“We’d be perfectly fine out here, cause there’s nobody to fight but each other,” Elijah continues, “besides I hear he’s a lame ass fighter anyway. Clint is much better at fighting than him, he taught me the moves they learned in Coast Guard Academy, that’s better than whatever shitty street fighting tricks Drake taught you.

“Drake trained in the army!” Alex barks.

“So he doesn’t act like it, what’s the army motto again? ‘This we’ll defend’ right? Well so far Drake’s defended us from nothing, if he’s a soldier he’s a pathetic excuse for one. He’s a waste of living space, we’d be better off without him, “Elijah finishes his last few words in an especially nasty tone, he was trying especially hard to piss off Alex, but not only did he succeed he got the rest of us angry too.

“You take that back! You take that back right now!” Alex roars.

“Make me, bitch,” Elijah says with a grin, those were fighting words. Alex lunges at Elijah full force, they both go sprawling onto the ground. Alex furiously punches at Elijah, but in the nick of time Elijah throws Alex off him. Then the two get up simultaneously and square off.

“Come on let’s see what Drake taught you!” Elijah shouts, wiping some blood off his lip. Alex rushes him again, and goes for a swing. Elijah ducks and comes in with a counter punch, executing a near perfect uppercut, sending Alex flying. He hits the ground with a thud, at this point the crowd is going crazy, the c some people cheering on Elijah, others just in sheer panic. The ravens are madly taking to the sky, scared to death by the commotion. We race over to Alex and gather around him.

“Alex!” Dave says, “Alex are you alright”

“Get off me!” Alex screams enraged. He slaps Dave’s arm away and gets to his feet, he wobbles a bit, still a bit shaken by the last punch. Blood drips from his mouth and runs down his chin. “Come, is that all you got!” Elijah is beaming with pleasure now, the energy and encouragement from his friends seems to boost his confidence.

“Alright then, let’s go you little fucker,” he replies.

They circle each other with their fists up like boxer’s in ring. Drunk on his own cockiness, Elijah strikes first, aiming a punch at Alex’s face. Alex quickly puts his fists up to block the jab, in a typical boxing fashion. Sure enough he successfully prevents Elijah from caving his skull in, Elijah still doesn’t give up launching repeated blows at Alex’s head. Alex keeps his hands up in defense; he’s too screwed up from the uppercut to do much else. He shifts his body position and tries to get out of the way of one of Elijah’s punches; clumsily he trips over his own feet and lands flat on his butt. “Elijah stop!” Soren cries, he was thinking this was the part when he beats the hell out of Alex while he’s down, but surprisingly he doesn’t.
“Get up!” he commands Alex. “Get up and fight me!” he waits for Alex to get back to his feet and resume his fighting stance. It was weird, Elijah was actually an honorable fighter, either that or he really wanted to put on a show for the crowd and he needed Alex to fight back to do it. Alex spits out some blood and bears his teeth, tucking his chin in and letting out a menacing snarl. Elijah is amused by this animalistic display and lets out a low growl of his own. Alex slowly moves toward Elijah, his fists till raised ready to receive another punch. Elijah charges but is stopped by an unseen force. Alex lunges at him as well but Adam and Dave grab him before he can get to Elijah.

“Elijah what are you doing?” a deep authoritative voice asks. Elijah looks up at the hand that has him restrained.

“Clint this dumbass thinks Drake is some kind of hero,” he says.

“Hey watch your language buddy,” Clint reprimands him. The tall, tanned man regards the crowd. They’ve all gone silent at his presence. Of course they were, because when Clint says “stop fighting” people stop fighting, but when five guys try to break up a fight everyone ignores them and keeps cheering for two kids to beat each other up. Clint was a natural “camp favorite” he was respectful, humble, honest, skillful, handsome, charismatic and an all-around nice guy. He was only like twenty-something but even the oldest people in camp would shut up when he had something to say, but I guess he kinda earned that kind of respect. Clint was a seasoned hunter and used to be in the Coast Guard, he lived in a semi-rural subdivision near the Florida Everglades so he spent a lot of time outdoors hunting so he knew a great deal on survival. He was probably one of the most qualified people to lead our camp, he did everything for the good of the camp, I remember when Coherensheaf and cidermaster were still clinging on to life he stayed in the medical center for hours doing what he could to help, he would go hunting several times a day to bring food back for people who couldn’t hunt or were just too lazy to, when the fire broke out last night I heard stories that he carried people to safety and almost got burned in the process. I always wondered why Clint wasn’t leader of the camp instead of Zach who everyone saw as some pathological, temperamental nineteen year old who taught them a little on survival before going crazy. I guess Clint just respected Zach’s place in authority too much to try and usurp him, but that was Clint, the good guy who would never try to displease anyone. Within a few minutes Clint diffuses the whole situation and sends everyone on thier way. “I’m sorry about Elijah, I shouldn’t have taught him those moves knowing he would use them on some poor kid,” Clint apologizes, taking full responsibility as if Elijah is his child.

“it’s fine, Alex will be alright, just a few bad bruises,” Dave says.

“All right, well I’ll see ya, I would help you get Alex patched up but I have to get going, I promised Martha I’d get her some of those wild strawberries, she just loves those. Oh and welcome home you guys,” he says to me, Zane and Soren, “glad you’re okay, we really missed you guys. “After what I’d seen and heard today I was pretty certain no one missed us at all.

“Yeah good to be back,” I mumble under my breath as he pats me on the back before trotting off.
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Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
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Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
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Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
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Dec 15 2013, 12:20 AM
Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
setting a wolf on a kid, that won't help your reputation now will it, what do you mean by unexpected?
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Dec 15 2013, 12:20 AM
Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
setting a wolf on a kid, that won't help your reputation now will it, what do you mean by unexpected?
I don't care that much about my reputation tbh, just gotta show that bitch he's all talk and no bite. Better yet no, I'm gonna teach alex something..... yes I got the perfect idea.

And by unexpected I mean I wasn't expecting a chapter basically of a kid insulting me. But eh
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Dec 15 2013, 12:20 AM
Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
setting a wolf on a kid, that won't help your reputation now will it, what do you mean by unexpected?
I don't care that much about my reputation tbh, just gotta show that bitch he's all talk and no bite. Better yet no, I'm gonna teach alex something..... yes I got the perfect idea.

And by unexpected I mean I wasn't expecting a chapter basically of a kid insulting me. But eh
I introduced three new characters, and hinted at a growing problem that will later heavily affect camp, I also tried to paint of picture of the general attitudes of our fellow camp members towards us as individuals, you gotta remember we still have a lot of proving to do in thier eyes. Also you didn't pick up that the girl in the beginning was the girl who you flirted with on the cruise
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Dec 15 2013, 12:20 AM
Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
setting a wolf on a kid, that won't help your reputation now will it, what do you mean by unexpected?
I don't care that much about my reputation tbh, just gotta show that bitch he's all talk and no bite. Better yet no, I'm gonna teach alex something..... yes I got the perfect idea.

And by unexpected I mean I wasn't expecting a chapter basically of a kid insulting me. But eh
I introduced three new characters, and hinted at a growing problem that will later heavily affect camp, I also tried to paint of picture of the general attitudes of our fellow camp members towards us as individuals, you gotta remember we still have a lot of proving to do in thier eyes. Also you didn't pick up that the girl in the beginning was the girl who you flirted with on the cruise
O_o she was?? And I understand the character stuff and all. But Alex or me is gonna wound up beating Elijahs ass. Or Axel is gonna have a chew toy.
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Dec 15 2013, 12:20 AM
Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
setting a wolf on a kid, that won't help your reputation now will it, what do you mean by unexpected?
I don't care that much about my reputation tbh, just gotta show that bitch he's all talk and no bite. Better yet no, I'm gonna teach alex something..... yes I got the perfect idea.

And by unexpected I mean I wasn't expecting a chapter basically of a kid insulting me. But eh
I introduced three new characters, and hinted at a growing problem that will later heavily affect camp, I also tried to paint of picture of the general attitudes of our fellow camp members towards us as individuals, you gotta remember we still have a lot of proving to do in thier eyes. Also you didn't pick up that the girl in the beginning was the girl who you flirted with on the cruise
O_o she was?? And I understand the character stuff and all. But Alex or me is gonna wound up beating Elijahs ass. Or Axel is gonna have a chew toy.
I described exactly how you did" white, hazel eyes, short brown hair, nice frame?

and I knew i pushed the right buttons for conflict, we'll see how this goes down
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Dec 15 2013, 12:20 AM
Well I know who I'm murdering when I get back :)
LMFAO, awe man this'll be too good, what'd you think of the chapter overall?
It was unexpected. I think I'm gonna make Elijah come meet Axel. They'll get along nice.
setting a wolf on a kid, that won't help your reputation now will it, what do you mean by unexpected?
I don't care that much about my reputation tbh, just gotta show that bitch he's all talk and no bite. Better yet no, I'm gonna teach alex something..... yes I got the perfect idea.

And by unexpected I mean I wasn't expecting a chapter basically of a kid insulting me. But eh
I introduced three new characters, and hinted at a growing problem that will later heavily affect camp, I also tried to paint of picture of the general attitudes of our fellow camp members towards us as individuals, you gotta remember we still have a lot of proving to do in thier eyes. Also you didn't pick up that the girl in the beginning was the girl who you flirted with on the cruise
O_o she was?? And I understand the character stuff and all. But Alex or me is gonna wound up beating Elijahs ass. Or Axel is gonna have a chew toy.
I described exactly how you did" white, hazel eyes, short brown hair, nice frame?

and I knew i pushed the right buttons for conflict, we'll see how this goes down
Cept her name was Bree. Where you get L from?
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