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@flusenimkopf

      Bad news, the powers that be didn’t not approve of the slobbered paperwork and required it to be redone. Good news? Well, it wasn’t that hard to track down the small alien creature, of course.

        As it were, he found himself at a karaoke restaurant just down of central park. X walked in and gave a look around till he spotted the other, then approached with enough menace as he could muster.

      ❝I need you to refill the forms.❞ He announces as soon as he’s at the small alien’s table. After a pause, he huffed and took in the sight.  ❝Are you even listening to me? Perrine?❞

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Christmas Skills! 

Tagged by: @irrfahrer Tagging: @ghxstfrxquxncies​

WRAPPING PRESENTS: professional with ribbon on top  |  passable  | catastrophe  | call an ambulance

“why should I be good at this? I have no reason to learn this! What a useless skill” is akin to how X would justify not bothering or even wanting to bother. After all, arts and crafts isn’t nearly as exciting as chasing an alien like Drekk across the busy New York streets while carrying a Series 4 De-Atomizer!!

BUYING THE CORRECT PRESENTS:  good  |  yes  | I still have the receipt why do you ask  |  here’s a coupon get yourself something nice

Well, alright. IF heh as to bother, he will! Doesn’t mean that it’ll be in good results, however. Elle still remembers when he got her a Fission Carbonizer for personal use, leveraging for it’s usefulness...

AVOIDING CHRISTMAS ALTOGETHER: hasn’t been seen in 20 years  |  attends a few parties here and there  |  only seen when necessary  |  was found every time

X has no aversion to Christmas parties. Actually, he quite enjoys the free booze and food at MIB’s get togethers. And watching his lower alcohol tolerance co-workers fall flat on their face is incredibly amusing.

KNOWING CHRISTMAS SONGS: choose from track 1 to 500!  |  the usual ones  |  a few  |  Christ-what?

You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not from this planet or galaxy, you see... he does learn about some though-- but it takes time.

PICKING A CHRISTMAS JUMPER: look it even lights up!  |  it’s ugly let’s take it  |  decent  |  the red one has to do

Listen, he’s green!! Give him some red and he’s all Christmas spirit.

SENDING CHRISTMAS CARDS: it’s huge and shiny and Rudolph’s nose lights up  |  simple and traditional  |  it says Christmas that’s all that matters  |  no cards

“What’s the point! You’re all here!!” He grumbles. But really, the problem is that he has no reason to send ones back home.

DECORATING: IT SHINES SO BRIGHT, AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I PRESS THIS BUTTON  |  one time a plane confused us with a runway  |  just the tree and a few lights  |  tree | something, anything, taped to the front door

He doesn’t get it. Again, this is very different from his home planet and also-- he’s doesn’t see a point in bothering... Oh well. At least it’s a sock on the door...  wait!

SURVIVING CHRISTMAS DINNER WITH THE FAMILY: centre of the dinner and enjoying it  |  just smile and wave  |  barely hanging on  |  one more word and I’ll stab myself with this spoon

Inapplicable. Sorry!

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irrfahrer​:

The Tynnans tail moved slowly from one side to another like the tail of a tiered cat as if it was too heavy to really held in one place. Ziv had never been a good sleeper- for one she always thought that there was too much to study and to work to waste time on slping and also her calsophobia made it hard for her to relax  enough in places like this planet where she couldn´t as the alien she was go out of the building, to even consider laying in a bed to sleep so the tieredness pressed down on her like a heavy mantle and wrapped her mind in a thick cloud that made it hard to think.

 Accordingly her fluffy ears only flicked mildly after the others voice and she moodily patted her spoon on the nutrien-jelly that was suppose to be artificial made meat perfectly prepared for her species nutrien-needs: “Oh I have nothing against a few bites  on the right places and the right time, if you know what I mean. Omnivorous teeth can be a lot of kriffing fun.”, she said absentmindly and poked the nutrien jelly with ehr ears pinned back as i she was cutting open the corpse of one of her patients, trying to figure out the reason of their death. Despite her work as a Botanist, Zivs true profession was that of a medic as medicine was also what she was researching botany for so the matters of life and especially sex and ones sexlife was taked about from her as if she was talking about the very boring treatment of the common flu :  “It would be definitive more fun than this kriffing wanna-be-meat-here.”

It was the heat that was spreading over Xabiens face that pulled her out of her tiered rambling, or more accurately, it was the change in the others pheromones that changed with his emotions and thoughts, that made her suddenly look up with her ears perked up as if she was a alerted animal. Blinking the young woman took a small sniff in the air hanging around her before a wolfish and knowing grin spread over her muzzle. As a member of a species with a natural horrible bad eyesight, Ziv had been given a very good sense of scent by nature to make up for her lack of proper vision so for someone like her with a medical education, it was as easy to recognize someons thoughts by the way their body and especially pheromones reacted to the persons mind and situation. She was far from reading minds, but she was good at reading physical hints: “Or what do you think about a few bites  on the right places and the right time?”, she humemd as sweetly as a kitten and coyly leaned her chin on her paws with the plate of nutrien-jelly long forgotten.

      Xabien’s too preoccupied at first to let it stick in his head, instead entering one ear and leaving through the other. He’s not shy! Dammit. However, the no filter talk was getting him on the wrong-- or right, if you’d allow yourself to think so-- nerves. The tall green alien sighs, biting his practically non existent lip. Alright, very peculiar images were playing in his head. It’s when the other looks at him surprised, and makes a comment that it all comes crashing back down on the Jee’dangian. 

      ❝Ziv! I’m warning you!❞ He bores holes in his plate by this point with his very embarrassed glare (that very much rejected to meet the (admittedly) attractive female in front of him). He didn’t trust his mind not to go further. Since when was he interested in size and all this!? Well, of course he was a hot blooded male but this is shameful. 

      Xabien clears his throat, shakes his head. And then after some stuttering and awkward paw movements he sighs.

     ❝My scales are not for that... You’d most likely get a mouthful of grossness at best.❞ He rolls his large eyes then. ❝Now... enough of the lasciviousness. I am trying to eat.❞ He makes a show of grabbing his utensils then and picking up a grab of his nasty excuse of a meal, putting it in his mouth. But then something that he senses makes him halt chewing. ❝Oh...!?❞

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"THEY’RE A 10 BUT … he is so very kriffing annoyingly far away.", Ziv motioned to a point far over her head: "Physically speaking." @irrfahrer

​         ❝Well, little one!❞ He chuckled at his own poor ingenuity. ❝Many partners of my past state that to be my advantage!❞ He smugly grinned, placing his paws on his hips and letting out a hefty laugh. ❝If your little legs can't keep up, I have more than enough strength to carry you around anyway.❞ He winks. What a piece of work X was.

my muse is a 10 but... meme || Status: accepting.

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flusenimkopf​:

Finally accepting her fate and not complaining anymore, Perrine climbed the chair and sat down, eyeing lazily the paper X had handed her. It was obvious that she still wasn’t pleased by this.

“Sure..” 

The child rested her head on her tiny hand as reading everything. Fortunately, she had learned this language before via a so-called hypno-training, a technology that allows you to learn a certain topic very fast and effortlessly.

She seemed to get tired in the process; her eyes became smaller and smaller. Did she already begin to drool?

With a handwriting as bad as the one of a first-grader, she filled out the necessary parts.

“Guess..” 

A long yawn interrupted the sentence. “Guess I’m done..” Finally. How long did that take? Years? What a waste of time!

​         X was preoccupied in his communicator, tinkering with it and being completely distracted from the other occupant of the room. It’s when the other announced she was done, did he look up and excitedly took the paper to glance over it. Almost free from this, he thought. However, nothing goes smoothly it seems, the drool stained some letters from the pen, making them seep and spread around the paper. For a high-tech organization, MIB never accounted for alien goo and such. X frowned.  

​         ❝Hm... Perrine, you-- ❞ he looked back up at the exhausted looking small alien and sighed. ❝Oh, never mind. Not my problem.❞ The alien agent stated. 

​         ❝Your ship is at the import and incoming transit station, the immigration desk will give it back to you. You’re free to go.❞ He announces instead, huffing. ❝I’ll turn this in and get it cleared within a Centurian day cycle.❞

[jeedang]

♢      —        send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ]  and finish it in my muse’s inbox.

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ooc|| I thought I lost this blog forever!!! But I finally remembered the log in 😭 so embarrassing 

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The End Game Syndrome (part 1)

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The Breaking News Syndrome

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irrfahrer​:

Ziv continued growling like the carnivore she was until they wer out of sight of the line and than looked up with a triumphant grin that made her sharp teeth shimmer liky small ivory daggers. The grin turned into a loud laughing and then into a giggle that was almost girlish, humming sweetly the young woman hooked her small paw in the others elbow: “Alright, my kriffing sweet and kriffing handsome savior from kriffing horrible bureaucracy, where are you kidnapping me now to?” Dramatically Ziv placed another msall paw on her chest, leaning back theatralically: “Because I am just a dallying little kriffer in a big, big new world and no idea what to do! Wo is kriffing little me!”

“ I read that the people building this town had to build a big kriffing garden in the middle of the town so the inhabitants did not died of kriffing depression. Like you know, because they are inthe state of their develop where they had forgotten that they are still kriffing animals of their planet and need that kriffing planets nature to feel kriffing good. Can we go see it? I have written about similar works on starstations in traveling starship-communities wherein there needed to be build a garden or else the aliens would start to shown signs of depression and get sick for no kriffing reason.”, Most of the time the Tynnan was hired to work in space on starstations that were used as Agriships or for recovery from stress, in colonys either on years long journey through the stars to a new planet or in colonys that had been specifically set up to only be in space with teh different ships of the galaxy circling a cntral ship of gouverment like bees a beehive. Accordingly her work as a Botanist was not only important for the making of food but also to keep the inhabitants of those colonys healthy and focused in a place where just the tiniest mistake could mean a whole ship could be filled with the icy void of space that would drown anything like a black,airless sea: “As soon as they were send to sit one hours a day between plants however, the sympthomes vanished after a around three weeks. Its interesting and also is better ont he kriffing medical supplies if you ask me, but who is asking m anyway I am just the kriffing little fluffy thing who had studied this kriffery and has a actual degree on it. Or are there more interesting gardens in this town?”

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        X merely nodded along to her descriptions, continuing in his attempt to lead the way along to the parking garage. He actually liked nature, it was more akin to where he lived back in Jee’dang. Nevertheless, he had a small skip in his step and almost considered the Agent L treatment for his new friend. However, he wasn’t certain if he wouldn’t get his face scratched to bits if he picked her up and ran the rest of the way. Hell, he even gets an earful of complaints from his partner for doing that. So instead, he leads he gently as he can without speeding up too ridiculously. 

​         ❝I am more than happy to take you to, erm-- Central Park. Yes. It’s big...❞ Optimal for hiding! He muses at the last part. It was nice, really. ❝But first we need my SUV to get there, alright?❞ He spots the opening to the garage at those words and lets go of her. Motioning for her to wait, he steps forward and then figures to turn back and explain. ❝I’ll bring the car around, give me a second.❞ He rushes off then and quickly scrambles out his keys from his pocket. He was giddy. It was nice to avert himself from punishment work, especially when he didn’t deserve it! Screw Zed and his Chief behavior. He might have been in charge but X was having none of it. 

          Agent X got into the car and started it with one swift movement of the key, then, as promised, he brought the car to where Ziv was. He opened the door on the passenger side and smirked at her. 

        ❝So, you coming?❞ He jokingly teased and waited for her to get in before speeding off out of the garage, straight to Central Park. 

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@flusenimkopf​​

“Huh?” Perrine turned around to face the source of the interruption; she had almost forgotten about that stupid appointment. Would be too good to be true if he had.. Damn bureaucracy! At least, she now had enough energy to survive this..

“Oh, yeeaah, riight.. Sorry, guys, was fun! — haha, yeah, see ya later!” She waved, grinning, as saying goodbye, then started to follow X. 

With a pout, Perrine said, “How long will this take? We’re going out to karaoke soon, ya know?”

​         ❝This is the reason I never became a father... ❞ X grumbles, as they walk through the halls to one of the interview rooms. While not an entirely true statement, it was somewhat true. Only in the regard that the giant green goblin of an alien was already like a big kid. Imagining him having his own offspring might as well bring terror to earth well beyond Alpha’s capabilities. 

​         ❝Not too long, Perrine. Just fill out the forms, and a few questions and you’re good to go.❞ If only it was that simple in reality too! The alien agent opens the door, lets the smaller alien in and offers her a seat opposite the table from him. He pushes the paper to her end, as well as a pen, and sits back. 

​        ❝Tell me if you have any issues with it, alright?❞ 

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@irrfahrer || cont. from [here]

​        Xabien starts off looking curious at Ziv, willing to hear her out... but as soon as her descriptions start, well to say the least he nearly lodged a bite of his food in his throat. He wasn’t exactly a prude, no -- not really. But it was uncommon for him to encounter somebody who had no filters to this extent. Let alone, what about the public image he had to uphold! Xabien could not allow this to be heard beyond this table! 

​         After a couple measures coughs and clearings of his throat, he glanced around to make sure nobody was in ear range -- not that it helped. The Jee’dang species had amazing hearing (the ears were not for show, you know). The rumors and gossip, they would spread like wildfire, now. And he’s certain a few patrons who heard were simply playing it safe, pretending not to listen. 

​         Not that Xabien had any real relationship with Ziv, not yet at least (and he doesn’t know why the differentiation makes sense for him to make)... but he didn’t like the idea of a heavy suggestion hanging above his head like a weight hanging above him, that might fall any second. He’s never been one to make rational decisions, especially under pressure. 

​         ❝Ziv, I appreciate my involvement in your subconscious but keep it down.❞ He mutters, staring only at his plate. He shakes his head, eventually, figuring a change of topic might help.  ❝Also, Jee’dangians are reptiles. We’re omnivores, too, so be careful. I heard certain residents aren’t averse to opportunism of trying fresh meat.❞ He smirks at that comment. While utterly false, he hoped to get her off her balance as she managed with him. Seemingly causing a panic over somebody overhearing was not a common logical association for Xabien right now. 

​         He grimaces then, as only now one part of her story caught up with him, seemingly only now realizing that Ziv was right. Her 120cm versus his 190cm was quite the difference. He’s scared to think how an actual attempt of intercourse would work between them... Not that he’s giving it any thought! Okay? Maybe he’s a little lonely and always liked other species... Maybe he’s always had a soft spot for shorter females, too. Okay, no this is getting out of hand. He can feel his face heating up, at the sudden realization, the purple definitely staining his cheeks. Oh demiurge, what the hell kind of gutter has his mind fallen into!?

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So, when you’re being a green bean (adorable by the waayy)… are you slimey to the touch?

Huh, what....what the heck!? X huffs, comprehending what was just said to him.

❝Hey! I'm not slimey, at all! That's gross!❞ He grunts out, then shakes his head. ❝Actually, I'm scaley...❞ The Jee'dangian says, now much quieter.

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irrfahrer​:

The others rolling of eyes and sighs of distaste only made Ziv grin more- it was a wolfish, dangerouse grin, almost as if she was indeed the carnivore she was and the other turned out the limping prey she was hunting. “Oh, continue calling me dear and I might kidnap you into those gardens to give you a large kriffing lecture about every kriffing pretty flora there,the way they grow, where they grow best, what they can be used for in gardens and medicine and when they are harvested and then give you a bouquet from all of them.”, she purred and her tail started to wag contently. As a Terraformer and Botanist Ziv had to go through a mountain of paperwork whenever she was going on a new planet, not only because of her beeing a alien on a new world, but specifically because she was a botanist and if she was not careful, she cold accidentally introduce alien flora in the ecosystem of a alien-planet which could lead to a biological catastrophe. To say that she knew the boredom of paperwork as well as every little hair of her palet was not a understatement and peltcare was in her midn just as boring as paperwork. Accordingly she only leaned forward sweetly purring like a loth-kitten and very much ready to start chaos: “My name is Ziv Odiz’Zee, Born on Tynna, belonging kriffing obviously to the Tynnan species, but raised off-world, Terraformer of the Agricultural Cooperation comitee of the Outer Rim with a kriffing degree and around two thesis written and printed and one in the back of my paw that is yet not finished, currently send here by said agricultural cooperation comitee for research on herbal anibiotics and natural growing flora with antiseptic effects. And thats all you need to know about me, yes? Good. How about you think about a good garden to lead me to when we gt out of here?”

Then she turned around and started a scene.

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        Well, certainly X’s flirting was not great. But he liked the silly antics of the other alien and he liked that she humored him a little at least... Truly, he was a good flirt only when he didn’t mean it. That wasn’t a lie... The Jee’dangian would always, however, flunk any and all proper flirting with anyone he wanted to pursue. If a certain somebody else was anything to go by, he always resorted back to name calling and schoolboy attempts of getting attention. Lucky for that certain somebody, he could not really pull their hair-- but he could pick them up and use her as bait. Which was always funny for their disdain at him after (not that it helped them like him). Regardless, he chuckled at Ziv’s words.

        X typed as fast as he could, which given his fingers mixed with the cruddy keyboards humans had, was not easy. He got most of it down and hit send, and when he looked up, Ziv was already in the midst of acting out. He blinked, shortly confused and then smirked knowingly. 

          ❝Darling, I’m afraid you can’t do that here.❞ He teases, still not settled on a reasonable nickname or insult for Ziv. One that would sting and fit was always a difficult bargain... not that he disliked Ziv already, just that -- well, as mentioned. He wasn’t a very good flirt with people he came to genuinely like. 

        X steps around the front desk of immigration, and grabs Ziv gently by the shoulder, urging her to follow. 

          ❝Gotta show you to the chief now.❞ He winks with one of his large green eyes, then starts leading her towards the corridor that needed a slight round about way to the exit, but at least it drew less suspicion. 

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irrfahrer​:

“Aww,thank you for the welcoming  greetings! I feel kriffing honoured and happy!”, Without a single smile or grin Ziv placed a small paw on her chest, showing very clearly how little she gave on the others wlcoming words However the  others next words made Ziv huff a dry laughter, that showed all her razorsharp teeth in all their not so soothing glory-she was very sure she did not looked like a botanist of the agri-cooperations-crest in her parkas sleeve was overlooked:  “Oh, I am sure you have met a bunch of kriffing botanists before, did you? Not that you look like a guy who couldn’t grow any flora and therefore need some botanist’s help, but wait, you kind of kriffing look like that.”

“Oh Kriff, a kriffing man of the law, do i have to now practice my innocent look and some kriffing curtseys?”, dramatically Ziv dropped a small bow as if the other was royalty that was just too theatrical to be only in the slightest not to annoy the other. She huffed, pelt bristling like from electricity, before she pointed down the street: “Alright then, come along and take a look at the kriffing adventurous things I am working on and with adventurous I mean very kriffing boring and probably very unsexy, but do not complain when you start yawning from kriffing boredom.” she moved her arms down the street, smiling oily like a carnivore ready to bite: “I would say after you, but while I always love looking at other peoples asses,I doubt you know the way, heh.” The first step in agricultural researchs was always setting up a enrichment-dome in which the atmosphere could be controlled for those researches, so down the street were the buildings had became rarer, the Tynnan had been send to build up such a dome. The enrichment dome that was suppose to artifical build up the atmosphere of another planet and than slowly change to the circumstances of this plant to make the flora used to the planet around the dome, was only in the process of beeing set up and Ziv had yet not started to plant the flora she was suppose to research on- normally she was faster at setting up the domes that were her workplaces to avoid introducing any foreign flora to a alien ecosystem, but normally she was also working on planets that were as dead as dustballs and not living planets were the lcal fauna (sentient or not) was always running through her workplace because they were curious Local fauna like Xabien belonged to. For now the dome was a framework of steel with walls of thin plastic that had yet not been replaced by thicker walls, yet on those thin plasticwall was still the symbol of the company printed on in whichs comissin Ziv was working and the young woman only pointed a sharp claw to it: “There, happy? I could give you my working-conract-papers that are isnide the dome in the beareau area-” which were actually ona  afew cargoboxes put against on wall of the dome, but the young womanw as not going to say that: “, but I doubt you would want to go through a kriffing shower or air in the locks to avoid bringing in any local seeds or spores inside the dome after I had spend kriffing weeks to get rid of any local fauna and flora inside the dome.  ”

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        Xabien looked in awe at the dome contraption. It wasn’t something he was too used to seeing, while being vaguely aware it will be set up he hadn’t actually been capable to oversee it or check it out before now. Suppose there was a first for everything. He blinks, sighs and glares at Ziv with utter resignation. 

        ❝So much for finding out--❞ He mutters as quietly as he can, not entirely wanting to be heard but also not knowing any better.  ❝Okay, so let’s say I believe you. I’ll be on my way, now. Just don’t cause any trouble, will you?❞ The marshal grunts out, then shakes his head. What a disappointment this was, wasn’t it? 

          Walking away, he kicks a rock nearby only to let out frustration only then to continue on back to the territory he was more familiar with. That is till the rock he kicked went further than anticipated and landed on something that let out a sound. Xabien paused, froze in spot for a second before rushing off to the source. 

        ❝Oh... Kark...❞ is all that’s heard from his spot on the horizon where he inspects the poor wildlife he harmed. ❝So sorry, pal. Didn’t mean to rain on your parade.❞

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flusenimkopf​:

Dark purple and annoyed eyes followed X for a moment before focusing on his plate. At least, he left some scraps – which Perrine immediately put into her mouth.

The way the green alien had stated that, Perrine would have to wait quite long until they meet again. What should she do in the meantime? Did this place has something fun to offer? Well, there was only one way to find that out. Her mood brightened a little; exploring this place without thinking about dumb paper-work for the moment would be for sure fun!

Later, Perrine found herself – not caring if she was allowed to be there – laughing with some worm-like creatures and feeling jazzed after drinking something those hilarious guys called ‘coffee’; she had forgotten about the actual reason why she was here.

        X has been looking for the small infuriation for the last half an hour. Perrine wasn’t in the cafeteria where he left her. The smaller alien also wasn’t in the waiting area for the quote-unquote border control. The Jee’dangian was so annoyed at this realization that she hid someplace he was getting almost unreasonably angry. He eventually decided to go to the kitchenette to check if the worms saw anything only to be met by the sight of a caffeinated crew of small creatures. 

        ❝Perrine, what are you doing here?❞ He gapes, surprised. Then shakes his head and sighs.  ❝Whatever, doesn’t matter. It’s five o’clock. Time to fill our your paperwork and get your interview under wraps.❞ The whole ordeal would have been done by now had the alien agent found her sooner. But regardless, they were going to be underway and he’ll get his praise for dealing with this. Surely.

[ @flusenimkopf​ ]

[jeedang]

Which Horror Trope Are you ?

Your Result: final girl oh yeah the classic!! there’s a timelessness to you, an originality. you’re so distinctly yourself, and comfortable in your identity, i think it can be intimidating. you are slightly unnerving. maybe it’s down to a determination, an assuredness; it makes others both confident and wary. like. 9 times out of 10, i think you’d be the last one standing, covered in blood, with a smile on your face by the end of the movie.

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