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The Wheeler Special {Nancy, Mike, and Will}

Commissioned Fic!

A/N: Ahhh thank you so so much for your patience with this one!! I really loved getting to write it, I don't think I've written a Stranger Things fic yet!! I missed these guys hehe~ This fic was commissioned anonymously and omggg it was such a fun prompt eee I hope you enjoy it! :D My commissions are still open if anyone else is interested in commissioning a fic from me! I'll link them right here :)

Summary: After coming back from the Upside Down, Will has been a bit distant. Mike notices, and he and Nancy figure out a way to help him feel better. (Takes place between S1 and S2!)

Word Count: 4.6k (under the cut!)

Will had been quiet lately. Well, he was always pretty quiet, but it was more noticeable right now. Mike had noticed it during one of their Dungeons & Dragons sessions, where Will had seemed a bit out of it as they played.

“I’m going to club him!” Dustin said, rolling his dice. “Shit… does a seven hit…?”

“What do you think?” Mike said with a laugh. “The goblin evades your hit and snarls at you. Okay, next up is… Will! What’s your move?”

Will, who had been spacing out, turned his attention back to the game. “Huh? Oh…! I’ll cast magic missile on the goblin.”

“Roll for damage.”

As Will rolled his dice, Dustin grumbled in his chair. “I still don’t get why magic missile is guaranteed to hit but my club is roll dependent.”

“I didn’t make the rules.” Mike said with a shrug. He turned his attention back to Will. “How much did you roll?”

“That’s… twelve damage.”

Mike grinned at Will and leaned across the board before knocking over the goblin figure. “Boom! Goblin down.”

Will cracked a small smile as Dustin whooped. “Ugh, that took forever! I don’t know what we’d do without magic missile.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow at Dustin. “Weren’t you just complaining about magic missile?”

Dustin waved off Lucas, who sighed.

As the group continued to play Dungeons & Dragons, it got later and later into the night. Eventually, Mike’s mom called down to the group with a reminder that they should get home before curfew.

“We’re almost done!” Mike hollered back.

Will shifted. “I should be getting back soon…”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “You guys just got to the magic door. Don’t you want to see what’s behind it?”

“I do!” Dustin whined.

Will looked hesitant and glanced between the game board and the small window that showed how it was getting darker outside. “I don’t want my mom to worry too much…”

Mike slowly put together why Will was nervous. It had been a little while since he had finally come back from the Upside Down, but this was exactly how he had ended up there in the first place: a Dungeons & Dragons session that went late, a bike ride home in the dark, ending up in an unfamiliar place…

“Okay, you guys are going to live in suspense for the week. We’ll open the next session by opening the magic door and finding out whatever lurks behind it… good, or bad,” Mike announced, making Dustin and Lucas groan in frustration before immediately protesting.

Will looked relieved at Mike’s decision and quickly began to clean up his dice and his character sheet. Dustin and Lucas begrudgingly followed his lead, and once they had packed up the table, they walked upstairs to bike home.

“Do we at least get a hint at what’s behind the door?” Lucas asked.

Mike shook his head. “Nope. You’ll find out next week.”

“If I guess it, can I have an inspiration point? Is it a treasure? Or more goblins? Is it a hag…? Please tell me it’s not a hag,” Dustin asked, his tone becoming more fearful as he thought of what could be behind the door.

Mike looked at Dustin with a grin. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“I don’t like that look!!”

Mike laughed and turned to Will, who was nearly out the door as soon as he got his shoes on. He quickly turned back and grabbed his coat, then jogged to his bike on the lawn. Mike followed Will out onto the lawn while Dustin and Lucas bickered about what could be behind the door.

“Hey, want me to bike home with you tonight?” Mike asked, helping Will with his bike.

Will looked at Mike with wide eyes. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I just want to get back before curfew. You know how my mom is, and Jonathan, he–”

Mike put a hand on Will’s shoulder. “Dude, it’s not a problem. Your house isn’t too far from here, I’d be back before my mom is done with dinner.”

“I appreciate it Mike, but really, I’m fine,” Will insisted as he stepped onto his bike. He offered Mike a small smile and shrugged. “I don’t want to worry anyone anymore…”

Mike frowned. “I just wanted to make sure you felt safe going home, Will.”

“I know… Thank you for that,” Will clicked on the light on his bike and turned to the street. “Same time next week?”

Mike nodded and forced a smile. “Same time next week.”

Will peddled off, slowly disappearing down the street. The sun had not quite set yet, but it would likely be dark by the time he got home.

With a sigh, Mike waved off Dustin and Lucas as the two of them biked home as well. He went back inside and was greeted with Nancy in the hallway, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

“What do you want, Nance?” Mike groaned as he kicked off his shoes.

Nancy sighed and unfolded her arms. She peeked out the front door before shutting it and turning back to Mike. “Did Will go home by himself?”

Mike nodded. Nancy huffed in annoyance and folded her arms again, an apparent sign that she was annoyed. “Why didn’t you bike home with him? That’s how he disappeared last time. He’s probably nervous biking home by himself!”

“I asked and he said he was fine!” Mike protested, folding his arms to mock Nancy.

Nancy sighed and pinched her brow. “You’re his best friend, Mike. Do you really think he was fine?”

Mike hesitated. He knew that Will had not been fine. He had clearly been nervous during their entire Dungeons & Dragons session, but he had kept it as well hidden as he could. I don’t want to worry anyone anymore… That was what he had said to Mike before he biked home.

Nancy raised her eyebrow at Mike’s silence, which made Mike groan. He hated when Nancy was right, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

“I’ll bike home with him next week,” Mike said, walking out of the hallway. “Did mom cook a casserole for dinner again tonight?”

Nancy rolled her eyes and followed Mike into the dining room, where they sat down for a quiet dinner. Mike ignored all of the glances that Nancy sent him, pretending to be very hungry and very invested in the casserole.

After dinner, while Mike and Nancy helped clean up the dishes, Nancy brought up the topic again.

“Do you think he got home alright?”

“Yes.”

“Should we call Jonathan and make sure?”

“That sounds like an excuse for you to call Jonathan.”

“No, it’s to make sure that Will got home safe,” Nancy said, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink regardless. She nudged Mike aside from the sink as he dried a plate. “I’ll finish up here. You go call Will and make sure he got home okay.”

Mike groaned in annoyance at Nancy’s bossing, but set down the towel he was using to dry dishes anyway. He felt a bit of relief knowing that he was not the only one worried about Will’s wellbeing after everything that had happened, and even if Nancy had a much different approach than he did, he appreciated knowing that she was there for him and his friends.

Mike hesitated in the doorway and turned back to Nancy. “Should I ask if he wants to come over tomorrow? Maybe… Do you think it would help him if we talked about it?”

Nancy looked at Mike with furrowed eyebrows, then softened into a smile when she realized that Mike was genuine. “I think that’s a great idea. If a bribe helps, tell him that I’ll treat you guys to an ice cream cone.”

Mike nodded his head with a smile and left the kitchen to call Will. He dialed the number quickly on the phone and waited for a response.

“Hello! This is Joyce Byers, how may I help you?”

“This is, uhm… Mike. I’m calling to see if Will got home okay?”

“Oh, Mike! That’s very thoughtful of you! He just got back a little bit ago, he’s listening to music with Jonathan. Do you want to talk to him?”

“Yeah, I would. Thank you, Joyce.”

There was a short silence on the other line with the occasional blip of static. There was a hum of voices that Mike could not make out until he heard Will on the phone. “Hey, Mike, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to check in,” Mike said awkwardly, then remembered Nancy’s promise. “Also, do you want to come over tomorrow? Nance said that she’ll get us an ice cream cone!”

Mike could hear a quick murmur of an exchange between Will and his mom, and then Will’s voice returned. “My mom said that I can! What time should I come over?”

“Uhm…” Mike did not ask Nancy about this part. He knew she was not an early riser, especially on weekends. “Does two o’clock work?”

“Sure! I’ll see you then!”

Mike could hear a murmur of excitement before the phone clicked and the call ended. He smiled and walked back into the kitchen as Nancy finished up the dishes. She turned to him expectantly as she dried off the last plate.

Mike smirked. “You owe us an ice cream cone.”

Nancy sighed, but the smile on her face betrayed her. “I was afraid that might be the case.”

The next day, as Mike waited for Will to arrive at his house, he was surprisingly nervous. He sat on the couch and fidgeted until Nancy sat beside him, nudging him gently with her shoulder in a knowing way.

“What do I even say to him?”

Nancy raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“He ended up in an alternate dimension for a week, Nance. How am I supposed to make him feel better about that?!”

Nancy put a hand on her chin and pondered. She leaned back into the couch and shrugged. “Maybe you don’t need to say anything. He might just need some comfort from his friend. Someone he can just be normal around.”

“We’ve been normal… He’s upset and I feel like there’s nothing I can do about it…”

Nancy frowned. She thought for a minute and then put a hand on Mike’s shoulder, patting him softly. “You could try and take his mind off of it… We could give him the Wheeler Special.”

Mike narrowed his eyes at Nancy. “The what?”

Nancy grinned. “Remember when Lucas took your Dungeon Maestro notebook?”

“First of all, it’s Dungeon Master. Second of all, what does that have to do with me helping Will?” Mike asked, folding his arms.

“Do you remember how I helped you get it back from him? And how we made him swear to never touch your Dungeon Master notebook again?”

Mike thought hard and furrowed his eyebrows, then remembered what Nancy was talking about. He huffed out a laugh. “Since when were we calling that the Wheeler Special?”

Nancy shrugged her shoulders. “Since now. I think if you talk to him a little bit, we could take his mind off of it with that. Then we’ll get ice cream and you two can talk about your nerd stuff.”

Mike was about to protest the idea, but before he could, the doorbell rang. He looked to the door and then to Nancy, who only winked at him. “Just say what feels right.”

Mike groaned. He got up and opened the door just as the doorbell rang again and greeted Will with a grin.

“Impatient, much?”

“You were taking forever! I want ice cream!” Will said as he shoved Mike, making the two of them laugh.

“Come on in, Will! I’m just going to get my purse!” Nancy called from inside the house. The patter of footsteps up the staircase could be heard as Mike invited Will inside.

Mike and Will sat on the couch, waiting patiently for Nancy. Mike looked toward the staircase, but she was taking quite a while to find her purse.

“What kind of ice cream are you gonna get?” Mike asked, attempting to fill the silence.

Will hummed. “Cookies and cream. You?”

“Strawberry. Unless they have rocky road, then I’ll get that.”

“Blegh… Rocky road?” Will said with a chuckle.

Mike shoved Will lightly and they laughed. Mike then gave Will a gentler nudge with his shoulder and looked at him softly. “How are you doing? I know that it’s been—It’s been a lot. If there’s anything that I can do for you, I’m here…”

“I appreciate it, Mike… I don’t really know if there’s anything that you can do… It’s so surreal still,” Will opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. He forced a chuckle and then averted his gaze. “I think I just need to not think about it. Every time I do, I get so scared… Like I’m back there again.”

Mike listened to Will intently, nodding his head. He put a hand on Will’s shoulder and offered him a small smile when he looked at him. “Then we won’t think about it. We’ll get ice cream, and we’ll play Dungeons & Dragons, and we’ll keep you in the moment. And when you’re ready, we’ll face it together.”

Will smiled. “Thanks, Mike.”

There was a patter of footsteps down the stairs and Nancy appeared, purse in hand. Mike narrowed his eyes slightly at her, wondering if she had been waiting for them to finish their conversation before coming down the stairs. She grinned slyly in a way that pretty much confirmed his thought and Mike rolled his eyes.

Nancy sat down on the other side of the couch next to Will, who was now in the middle. She looked over to Mike and smiled before turning to Will. “Will, do you know about the Wheeler Special?”

Mike groaned. “We’re not calling it that, Nance!”

Will looked between Mike and Nancy with slightly wary eyes. “Uhm… Is the Wheeler Special a type of ice cream order, or…?”

Nancy laughed. “No, no, it’s not that.”

Will waited a moment to see if Nancy would explain, but she only smiled sweetly. Will turned to Mike expectantly and chuckled nervously. “Mike, what’s the Wheeler Special?”

“I didn’t decide on that name,” Mike grumbled. He then offered Will a small grin. “I think it’s better if we just show you what it is.”

Will raised an eyebrow and leaned back into the couch with a small chuckle. “Okay, show me then. The anticipation is killing me.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” Mike laughed. He looked at Nancy and she nodded her head, signalling for Mike to begin.

Will looked between the two of them once more as they shifted on the couch slightly, but was taken completely by surprise when Nancy and Mike actually pounced. Mike took Will’s arms and pulled them above his head, sitting his leg across his wrists to hold them there. Meanwhile, Nancy yanked his legs down the couch and sat down on his hips.

Will glanced up at them with wide eyes and squirmed, trying to tug his arms free and wiggle Nancy off of him. “Guys? What the heck is this about?”

“We’re gonna try and take your mind off of things for a little bit,” Mike said. He drummed his fingers lightly on Will’s forearms with a smirk. “You’re still ticklish, right?”

Will’s eyes widened and he shook his head, beginning to giggle nervously. “Maybe? You don’t really get less ticklish…” He looked at Mike and Nancy, who were grinning widely and he began to squirm again. “Wait, Mike! No, no—Nancy, please! Wait, wait, wait–!”

Mike looked at Nancy and smirked. “Go easy on him, Nance. He’s pretty ticklish.”

Nancy hummed and lowered her hands to Will’s belly, making him flinch. Mike began to skitter his fingers down Will’s arm, making him jump and giggle as he tried to pull his arms free of Mike.

“Three…” Nancy started a countdown.

“Guys, guys, guys! Nohoho–!” Will whined.

“Two…” Mike continued as Will wiggled for his life, giggling nervously as he pleaded with Nancy and Mike.

There was a small pause and Will’s giggles escalated. Nancy and Mike looked at each other one more time before looking down at Will.

“One!!” They said in unison.

Will shrieked when the tickling finally began. Nancy scribbled her fingers all over Will’s tummy, throwing in an occasional pinch that made him whine. Mike wiggled his fingers under Will’s arms, skittering them up his arms and then back down suddenly to make Will gasp.

“NOhohohOHO!! Thahat tickles! Guhuhuys!” Will wailed, throwing his head back as he laughed.

“That’s the point, Will,” Mike teased as he danced his fingers down to Will’s upper ribs.

Nancy chuckled. “You weren’t kidding, Mike. I think he’s more ticklish than you!”

Mike shot Nancy a small glare, but it went completely unnoticed by Will, who was laughing his head off as the two of them tickled him to bits. Mike scribbled his fingers up and down Will’s arms and then prodded at his upper ribs, making Will shriek and laugh.

“Wahahahait!! GAHahaha!!” Will laughed, squirming as much as he could under Mike and Nancy as they tickled him. “Not thehehehere!”

“Not where? Gotta be more specific,” Mike said with a smirk. He prodded at Will’s ribs and then scribbled his fingers under his arms. “Do you mean here? Or here? Or somewhere else?”

“Eheheheheverywhere!!” Will squealed as he tugged on his arms again.

Will’s nose was scrunched and his eyes were squeezed shut as he laughed, which made his cheeks dust pink. Nancy tweaked his hips and then skittered her fingers across his belly. Meanwhile, Mike pinched and poked at his ribs, honing in on his upper ribs when he got a bigger reaction from tickling there.

Mike chuckled as he watched Will squirm and laugh, then looked up at Nancy. “Hey, Nance, let’s switch spots.”

Nancy raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Mike smirked. “Just trust me.”

Nancy hummed curiously and nodded her head. She and Mike quickly switched spots, but Will tried to free himself during the transition. Nancy caught his arms and sat them under her knees and Mike squeezed Will’s sides as he settled himself on his hips. He tried once more to wriggle away, but he was still firmly stuck on the couch as Mike and Nancy loomed over him, grinning.

As Will continued to giggle, Mike lifted his shirt up to his lower ribs. Will’s eyes widened and he shook his head frantically at Mike, tugging on his arms again and trying his best to squirm away.

“Mike—Mike, wahahait!” Will giggled nervously as Mike only grinned in return. Will then looked up to Nancy as he tried to tug his arms free. “Nancy, plehehease!”

“Please what, Will?” Nancy teased, drumming her fingers in thought under Will’s arms. He whined and giggled from the ticklish sensation as Nancy looked between him and Mike. “Mike, I think the anticipation is getting to him.”

Mike laughed. “Oh, really? We should get back to tickling him then.”

Will opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, more giggles erupted from him as Nancy began to tickle Will’s ribs. As Will squirmed from Nancy’s tickling, he peeked open one eye to see Mike lowering his head to Will’s bare tummy. Will shrieked as he realized what was coming, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Will threw his head back and burst into frantic laughter as Mike began to blow raspberries all over his tummy. As he blew raspberry after raspberry, he also squeezed Will’s hips, driving him up the wall with the ticklish sensations.

Nancy chuckled at Will’s reactions and continued to tickle his ribs and underarms, gently skittering her nails up and down. Will tugged on his arms and squirmed, arching his back to try and escape Nancy’s hands, but then he fell back into the couch and tried to roll away as Mike kept blowing raspberries on his tummy.

“NOHOhoHO!! Guys, plehehease! I cahahahan’t—It tickles!” Will wheezed through his frantic laughter, his cheeks dusted a bright pink. “M-Mike! Nahahancy–!”

Mike finally took a break from giving Will raspberries and sat up, slightly out of breath. He continued to squeeze Will’s hips, making him buck, and Nancy looked at Mike with a small smile.

“What do you think, Mike? Has he had enough?” She asked, looking down at Will. He looked pretty tuckered out, and his laughter was beginning to get less shrieky and more wheezy.

Mike shrugged. “I suppose.”

Nancy rolled her eyes at Mike and then freed Will’s arms. She stayed sitting next to him as Mike got off of Will’s hips. The two of them laughed as Will sat up slowly, still giggly and wheezy as he wiped a small tear from his eye.

“Oh, mahan… That was—That was ehehevil! Not even Jonathan tickles me like that,” Will laughed.

“Nance used to tickle me all the time when we were younger, so I learned a few tricks from her,” Mike said, shooting a playful glare at Nancy.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Mike,” Will said with a small frown.

Nancy grinned at Will. “Oh, he’s very ticklish. Not as much as you, I don’t think, but he’s got a few spots that—”

“Nancy!” Mike hissed, reaching across Will to try and shove her. Nancy reached over Will to nudge Mike’s head with a laugh, making him grumble.

“Hey, Will,” Nancy said with a devious tone. “Do you want to give Mike a taste of his own medicine?”

“What?!” Mike exclaimed, jaw hanging open.

“Can we?” Will asked excitedly, looking between Nancy and Mike.

“No! Nope, no way. Nancy, I swear—”

“Well, this whole thing was Mike’s idea, so I think it’s only fair…” Nancy said with a smirk.

“It was not! Nance, stop lying!”

“C’mon, Mike! I never get to tickle anyone!” Will said with a wide grin. Mike shook his head frantically, but the looks on Will and Nancy’s faces told him all that he needed to know.

In an attempt to get away, Mike jumped up from the couch, but Nancy was faster and pulled him back, grabbing his wrists and holding them above his head. He wiggled and kicked, making Will and Nancy laugh.

Will nearly got a mouthful of Mike’s foot as Mike kicked his legs. Will finally managed to catch his ankles and sat on top of his shins, looking down at Mike with a wide grin. Mike struggled a little bit more, then sighed in resignation as he realized there was no getting out of this. If this helped Will feel better, then it might as well happen.

“You guys suck,” Mike grumbled.

“Mhm. We’re absolutely terrible,” Nancy nodded with a small grin. She turned away from Mike to look at Will. “He’s really ticklish on his feet, and his stomach is also pretty ticklish.”

“Nancy!!” Mike screeched, completely aghast. “You can’t tell him that! That’s not fair!”

Nancy shrugged. “Oops.”

Mike stared at Will with wide eyes and shook his head. “Will—Will, I swear, I’ll kill off your character, I’ll—WAHAhahaha!!”

“There will be no killing of anyone’s characters, Dungeon Maestro!” Nancy teased in a sing-song tone as she began to scribble her fingers under Mike’s arms, sending him into a quick fit of laughter.

“Thahahat’s not what it’s cahahahalled!! It’s—It’s Dungeon Mahahahaster!!” Mike shrieked, squirming under Will and Nancy.

“Whatever, nerdy pants,” Nancy chuckled. She nodded her head at Will in a gesture for him to start. “Oh, and his knees are also a good spot. Get under his knees.”

“Nohoho! Will, dohoHOHON’T!!” Mike hollered when Will squeezed his knees.

Will chuckled in amusement and kept squeezing his knees, making Mike shriek and laugh and squirm. He reached under his knees and skittered his fingers all over them as Mike threw his head back into Nancy’s lap and wailed.

“This is so mehehehean! I didn’t—I didn’t eheheheheven do ahahahanything!” Mike whined and hollered.

Will and Nancy laughed at that. Nancy began to poke at Mike’s ribs as she teased him. “Are you serious? This was your idea.”

“It wahahahas not!! Will, dohon’t listen to heheher!!” Mike laughed.

The Wheeler Special and tickling Will had all been Nancy’s idea, and now she was not only trying to pin it on Mike, but she was also using his best friend to tickle the hell out of him. Mike was about to swear vengeance on Nancy, but Will found his feet before he could, and all that came out was a dramatic screech.

“Will–! Will, dohohon’t you dahahare!!” Mike tried to wiggle his feet away, but with Will on his shins, he was not able to move his legs very much. He kicked his feet slightly, but there was nothing he could do to stop Will from scribbling his fingers all over them. “NohoHOHO!!”

Nancy kept encouraging Will as they tickled Mike, whose face was bright pink. “Try his heel, that’s a good spot too.”

Mike could only throw his head back and holler as Nancy and Will continued their torment. Will eventually moved on from his feet and shifted up towards Mike’s hips, giving them a few squeezes as he squirmed.

“Get his stomach,” Nancy mentioned again, poking Mike’s belly a few times to prove her point as he squealed and then jolted at every poke.

Mike shook his head and whined, tugging on his arms and trying to muster up a glare for Nancy, but it was hardly intimidating with his red cheeks and permanent smile. “I-I haHAHahate you!”

Nancy smiled and rolled her eyes. “Love you too, nerd.”

Before Mike could make another jeer at Nancy, he felt his shirt lifting up and he immediately redirected his attention to Will. “Will–! Please, dohohon’t!”

Will looked at Nancy hesitantly, and she gave him a small gesture. He turned back to Mike and shrugged. “I’ll only do ten.”

“Tehehehen?!” Mike shrieked. “No! No wahahay!”

“Fine, then I’ll do five. Nancy, will you count for me?”

Nancy nodded with a small grin, not stopping her own tickling as she began to count off for Will. Mike was shaking his head and almost begging Will not to, but all he could do was watch as Will lowered his head and blew the first raspberry.

Mike shrieked and threw his head back, trying to shake Will off of him as he squirmed and bucked.

“One… Two…” Nancy announced as Will blew the raspberries on Mike’s belly.

“NOHOhohoooo!! Please, no mohohore!!”

“Relax, Mike,” Nancy teased, poking at his ribs as she continued counting for Will. “Three… Four… Aaand…”

Will took in a deep breath and blew a raspberry right on Mike’s navel, making him absolutely shriek.

“Five!”

“THAHahaht’s it! That wahahas five! Now stahahahap!!”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Nancy said with a laugh as she ceased her tickling. She looked at Will as he sat up. “Ready for ice cream?”

Will nodded excitedly, then looked down at Mike with fake worry. “Do you think Mike will still be able to eat ice cream? His stomach probably hurts from laughing.”

“I-I cahan still eat ice creheam!” Mike insisted, sitting up when Will scooted off of his hips. Will and Nancy laughed at Mike and he grumbled, giving Will a playful shove. “I’ll get you back for that.”

“Okay, easy you two, or I’ll eat both of your ice creams,” Nancy interjected, standing up from the couch. She picked up her purse that she had set on the coffee table and turned to them with a small smile. “Are we ready to go?”

“Yes!” Will and Mike said in unison, jumping up.

Will and Mike yammered the whole way to the ice cream parlor, but Nancy had learned by now how to tune out the nerdy topics. The three of them ate their ice cream without a care in the world, which was exactly what Will had needed.

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