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I think none of us are okay after this...

i don’t think i’m okay after this…

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It's emotional terrorism 😭

Not a barca fan but this hurts

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❤️🫂

whatever the outcome was today, all the negative things being said to creators who support Arsenal isn’t okay, yes we lost, but the girls of Arsenal deserved that win and everything that came with it, don’t get me wrong I bleed barca, but there’s times where you have to accept that today just wasn’t the day and that’s alright, everybody played wonderfully and even if we lost, there’s always next year, a big congratulations to the Arsenal girls though, you played well.

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So important rn ❤️

Really not enjoying some of my favourite Tumblr people being so awful about arsenal. They won fair and square. Did a fab game and were the under dogs. People need to calm the sore loser act

I understand but I’d also remind people that a.) we don’t actually know each other b.) tumblr is many people’s safe space. Let’s be gracious and generous. Give people space etc. not every negative post needs a reaction.

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My opinion on today's Champions League Final.

I know I've been missing a lot on this platform but I really wanted to share how I'm feeling after today's final. First of all, congratulations to Arsenal for winning the match and the tournament. They played very good football and knew how to handle the pressure so it is well deserved.

I also love Arsenal but if I'm honest, my heart belongs to Barcelona.

There has been a lot of hate towards the players and the coach from Barcelona but I prefer to leave all that aside for a moment because it has to be said that reaching a Champions League final is one of the most difficult things a club can achieve. Barça has reached 6 finals in 7 years of which 5 have been consecutively and we have won 3 finals as we all know.

Have we lost games this season? Yes. Important games? Yes. Did we lose at home for the first time? Yes. Mistakes have been made in strategy, technique and everything else you can think of? Also yes. But people forget that what Barcelona have achieved so far, is neither normal nor easy, much less what they have succeeded in doing consecutively. THIS IS FOOTBALL. And in a match everything happens. You have to stop normalizing what Barcelona has been doing these last couple of years because it is so far from being normal.

A football game, even against the last team on the table, is always 50-50 and the balance can be tilted to either side. I wouldn't throw anyone out on the street because of what happened today. These players who despite having stumbles, have given us an incredible season with huge statistics. I wouldn't want Pere Romeu out either because the players asked for him to be coach and I still think he’s capable of doing better. It is very easy to sit on our phones and criticize but you have to be honest... having the expectations that Romeu was going to do the same thing as Jonatan is wrong. The shoes are big and I knew that Romeu would not fill them all the way because what Jona achieved, was also not normal. Also, we like to think we know all the work and sacrifice these players do but we don't.

These "culés" who go around saying that "today was the match that mattered, these were the 90 minutes that mattered"... I’m sorry but they sound more like madridistas who love to point out the patch on the sleeve instead of the badge we wear on our chest. The other thing is that football grows everywhere and every time, to achieve a title whether league, cup, supercup, champions, copa catalunya... it’s going to become more difficult.

I think it’s so unfair that after today, there are people insulting players and asking them to leave the club. After all the joys and all the nice things that they have made us feel... despite the mistakes they’ve made, I have no head or heart to tell anyone to leave because I know today they were not at 100% but I prefer to believe that they gave us everything they had.

As Aitana says, sometimes you win and sometimes you learn.

Today it's our turn to learn and feel and put our feet on the ground, realize that we have a team that is HUMAN. All this with our heads held high because we have an amazing team. I go to death with them and will support them through everything. In the good, in the bad, in the victories and in the defeats as much as they hurt and break us to pieces. I'm hurting and I've been crying a lot but I’m sure they will come back and we'll smile and celebrate with them again. Tornarem com sempre i mes forts que abans. Visca el Barça i Visca Catalunya ❤️💙

We'll be back as always and stronger than before.

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En el nombre del padre, del hijo y del espíritu santooo

❤️❤️❤️

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Ready for Lisbon ✨

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Damn and she looks at the camera knowing she's fine as hell

Mesmerized by her in this pic

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It never gets old 🤣

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I can't even begin to explain how much I miss Mario 🥹

i believe the term is ‘la chica de la eterna sonrisa’ 😁

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BONMATELLAS X WORLD CUP

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The eyeroll and scoff paired with Leah’s disbelief... yeah the two of them were not having it

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when grandma puts the gen z bullies in their place 🤭

enemies on the pitch, friends after 🥰

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malignant

you downplay an injury and it ends up being so much worse than you first thought

a/n: i've had this on the backburner since the end of last year, enjoy

warnings: injury, cancer

With football came injuries, you knew that. But you hadn't quite anticipated this many injuries in the team all at once.

Ona had just gracelessly sat down on the turf, signalling to the bench that she needed to come off. Pere waved you forward reluctantly. His frown said it all; you weren’t supposed to be part of today's plan.

But the bench was comprised of ice packs and crutches, and it seemed like you were the only warm body left. Alexia caught your eye from the pitch, tried to send you an encouraging smile before turning her attention back to where Ona was being helped gingerly to her feet.

You should have only been on the bench to make up numbers, and to maybe go for a run out if the game was comfortably won. You were only nineteen and very much on the fringes of the team.

You supposed it made more sense for Pere to risk you, a far less integral part of the team, than throw on one of the more experienced players with Champions League matches on the horizon.

So you nodded along to the intructions as Ona limped off and tried not to think about how you prayed your muscles would stay in one piece.

Your calf hadn't felt right in weeks if you were being honest with yourself, deep down. A sort of low level discomfort that was easy enough to ignore amongst the excitement of training with the first team week in week out. A stiffness, a phantom knot you'd try and massage away between drills and then again later, at home, grimacing as the area seemed to swell indignantly at your treatment of it.

When you started to get named in the matchday squad and you think you would have had to lose a leg entirely to admit you were injured.

But Alexia had seen you grimacing and trying to massage away some of the soreness after training the previous week and she made a point of telling you to get it checked.

"You're not invincible." She told you with an unimpressed arch of her eyebrow. "Go see the physios, better to rest now before it becomes something serious."

You hadn't dared not do as your captain instructed, but you also sort of played it down to the physios a touch. You were just getting used to the step up in training load that came with a jump to the first team, that's all. The pain was a 2/10 at most.

They prodded and poked at you and ordered you not to train with the rest of the team for a few days. But ultimately, you were deemed fit enough to be on the bench today. Fit. The word felt like a dare. You’d limped through the fitness test, biting your tongue until copper flooded your mouth.

The referee restarted the game with a drop ball at your feet and you passed it across the backline towards Irene, lied to yourself when you thought your leg complained even at that simple movement.

You were getting good at lying to yourself. At night in bed like a mantra, no, the pain wasn't there. No, there was no weakness in it. No, there was no swelling.

The same now on the field, pass the ball. Keep it simple. You were 2-0 up, no need to do anything crazy. Trust the muscle memory. Try not to think about the way your calf protested a little as you sprinted up the touchline, overlapping Vicky to give her an option. Or when you sprinted back to stop a counter attack. Don't think, just play football, you could do that.

When the final whistle blew that surge of joy from winning overtook you long enough that you felt strong enough to lift Vicky off the ground in a hug. A gritty win in the league with a severely depleted squad, and you had played a part! It felt like all your Christmases had come at once.

The adrenaline, however, drained faster than you would have liked, and you hobbled down the tunnel whilst poorly attempting to make it look like you weren't hobbling.

"What hurts?" Ingrid appeared at your side, ducking slightly to wrap an arm round your waist and take some of your weight.

"Calf." You mumbled miserably, too grateful to have some of the weight taken off your leg to feel embarassed about the help you needed.

"I thought you got the green light?" The Norweigan asked, toeing open the door to the changing room where Ona was looking equally miserable as a physio wrapped her ankle for her.

"I did." You grimaced as Ingrid shifted your weight back to you so you could pivot and sit down. "It's fine, I just need ice."

Ingird looked at you dubiously but disappeared to source you some, returning quickly to drop some in your lap before leaving to head to the showers.

The thought of having to stand back up and even make it to the showers seemed like too much so you settled for tilting your head back against the wall and closing your eyes until the ice against your calf numbed it enough for you to think.

The ice had just begun to dull the edges of the pain when boots clicked sharply against the tile floor. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was Alexia.

“Show me,” she said, crouching in front of you.

You peeled the ice pack away reluctantly. Her jaw tightened at the obvious swelling creeping up your calf, her fingers hovering just above the skin like she was afraid to touch it. It looked worse than you hoped it was, the skin was red from the ice but judging by the hard set of Alexia's jaw you didn't think now was the time for reasoning.

“You said it wasn't that bad,” she said quietly.

“It… escalated.”

“Escalated.” She repeated. Behind her, Ona snorted from her treatment table, looking away hastily when Alexia shot her a glare.

Alexia stood abruptly. “I've already spoken with Pere and the medical team, you're going with Ona to get a scan tomorrow. Ona for the ankle, you for… whatever this is.” She gestured at your leg like it had personally betrayed her.

You straightened, panic flaring. “I don’t need—”

“You need to stop talking,” she cut in, eyes flashing. “You lied to the physios. You lied to me. Now you’ll sit in a tube for an hour so they can tell us how badly you’ve fucked up.”

The locker room door swung open, laughter spilling in from the showers. Alexia stepped closer, blocking their view of you. Her voice dropped, fraying at the edges. “You could’ve torn something. Ruined the rest of your season.”

“But I didn’t! We won—”

“And if you’d collapsed? If we’d lost possession because you couldn’t sprint? This isn’t just about you. It’s the team.”

Guilt curdled in your throat. Ona’s crutches clattered against the floor as she stood and made her wobbly way over to you to sit next to you.

“Don't worry!” she said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “We’ll hold hands in the MRI. And then we can go join everyone else that's out injured right now."

You smiled wanly at that. "They'll need to hire more physios if we keep this up."

Alexia’s gaze softened infinitesimally. “You don’t let her bail,” she told Ona, pointing at you. “And you—” She turned back to you, mouth quirking despite herself. “Wear socks without holes. The doctors judge.”

You stared at your tattered heel grips. You weren't sure how but you always managed to wear through your socks with frightening speed “They’ve seen worse.”

“Not on my watch. Best behaviour, both of you.”

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The scan was, predictably, boring. You lay still for a long time whilst things whirred and beeped and then you went straight to training for recovery and debrief from the previous day's match. Or at least as much recovery as you could do. You mostly sat around with the other injured girls and watched as everyone else went through an easy workout for the day.

Your calf didn't feel better, but it didn't feel worse. Small victories you supposed. It was the end of the debriefing session when Pere asked you quietly to remain behind to which you agreed.

Everyone else left, Pere included and you fidgeted anxiously as you waited. Maybe you were in more trouble than you had anticipated for downplaying your injury.

When the door opened again Pere was accompanied by Irene and by your favourite physio who had worked with the B and C teams extensively before taking up a new role more focused with the first team.

The defender smiled tightly at you as she sat next to you whils the other two stood in front. Everyone looked terribly tense and you wondered if you had completely fucked your calf. That was the only reason you could think you would need an individual meeting with the manager, a physio and one of the team captains.

Alexia must be so pissed off at you that she couldn't even stand to be in the room.

"We've got the results of your scans back." The physio started. "They'll want you back in to do a biopsy but," A shaky breath. "It looks like there is a growth in your shin bone."

You felt Irene shift closer to you. Even as you felt your stomach plummet through the floor, but still you had to be sure.

"What does that mean?"

"That there is a good chance that this is cancer, but we won't know for sure until the biopsy." The physio explained carefully.

Irene could see the moment you checked out mentally, how your face drew blank and you stopped listening. She wasn't sure the other two had quite grasped that as they kept talking about the future and the support the club would offer.

Thank god she had overheard the conversation when Alexia had been stopped just outside the room. Thank god she had been there for Alexia to ask tearfully if she could be the one to go in and sit with you whilst that news was delivered, because she didn't think she could hold it together enough.

She would need to check in on her friend afterwards, she knows as much as anyone else how much blame she would place on herself that this wasn't found sooner. But for now, you had to be the priority.

"Can you give us a moment?" She interrupted whatever was being said about the club therapist. It was important sure, but it could wait for when you could remember the conversation.

She waited until the door clicked shut behind the pair before she moved to crouch in front of you.

Irene’s hands were warm, steady, and impossibly sure as she took yours. You hadn’t realized you were shaking until you felt the contrast, the way her stillness made your trembling stand out. You clenched your fingers, instinctively trying to mask it, but Irene didn’t let go. She just squeezed a little, a quiet reassurance rather than a demand.

“Breathe,” she murmured, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Just breathe.”

You hadn’t realized you weren’t really breathing, either. Shallow, rapid breaths that barely reached your chest. You tried to copy her instead with slow, measured inhales, a pause, then a steady exhale. She matched your rhythm, breathing alongside you like she was willing to hold you together if you couldn’t do it yourself.

When your eyes darted up to meet hers, she held your gaze, unflinching. There was no pity there, no trace of the careful, distant sympathy you hated from well-meaning people. Just Irene, solid as ever, grounding you in the moment.

Her fingers moved over the back of your hand, tracing gentle circles that you weren’t sure she even realized she was making. You focused on the sensation, the quiet comfort of it. The little details that made you feel like you weren’t just floating in a void of uncertainty.

She let the silence settle, not rushing you, not trying to fill the space with words that wouldn’t fix anything.

When you finally managed to catch the threads of your thoughts enough to form something coherent, it was with shame that you spoke.

"I thought it was just a strain. I thought I could ice it away." You admitted, barely audible.

"I know. But now we know we can form a plan." Irene reasoned, you felt a small flicker of gratitude that she didn't try and persuade you that it wasn't the worst case scenario. Let that unlikely bit of hope lay dormant rather than stoke it into something that would burn you up from the inside out.

"I lied." You continued, sniffling as tears finally welled up. "When Alexia asked me how long it had been going on. I lied. It's been weeks."

There was a split second where something akin to exasperation flashed across Irene's face before it smoothed back into a more reassuring expression.

You ploughed on now, words spilling out. It was easier to disappoint Irene all at once.

"Is that why she's not here? Is she mad?"

It was easy to forget when she saw you every day, that you were still very much in the infancy of your career and your life. Not even out of your teenage years and you had always so clearly looked up to Alexia. For as much as you put Alexia on a pedastal she tried her best to repay by being the best captain and mentor she could be for you.

Irene exhaled softly, she let you say it all, let you spill the fear and the shame and the uncertainty without interruption. When you finally fell silent, she gave your hands another squeeze.

“She’s not mad,” she said gently. “Not at you.”

You sniffled, not sure if you believed that. “Then why isn’t she here? N-not that I'm upset you're here. I just thought..."

"Why me?" Irene laughed gently when you nodded sheepishly. “Because Ale's scared.” A small, almost sad smile pulled at her lips. “You know how she is. She takes everything on like it’s her responsibility. She just needed a moment.”

Your stomach twisted. Alexia had always had that weight on her shoulders, but you hated the thought of her carrying this too. “I don’t want her to think—”

The door opened without warning before you could finish your sentence.

Alexia stood there, breath unsteady, her eyes red-rimmed like she’d spent the last few minutes trying to pull herself together. Whatever she had planned to say, it clearly wasn’t enough, because the moment she saw your face, saw your wet cheeks, the way you clutched Irene’s hands like they were the only thing keeping you together - she moved.

Crossing the space between you in three strides, Irene shifted away in time for her to sink into the chair next to you and sweep you into a tight, desperate hug.

You barely had time to react before you felt her grip tighten, like she was afraid that if she let go, you might disappear. Her arms curled protectively around you, pulling you against her chest. You could feel the way she exhaled shakily into your hair, could feel the way her fingers dug into your back, as if trying to hold you together the way Irene had just moments before.

Embarassingly you found yourself begin to sob pitifully against your captain.

“I’m here, I’m right here.” She murmured.

The words broke something loose inside of you. Because Alexia didn’t say things she didn’t mean. And even if this was terrifying, even if you didn’t know what came next, she was here.

So was Irene, and you were sure all the others would be to. The fear was still there, curling in your chest.

Alexia pulled back just enough to look at you, her hands still holding onto your arms like she was reluctant to let go. Her gaze flickered over your face, searching, then softened.

“We’ll figure this out,” she said quietly but with no lack of conviction.

You nodded, even if you weren’t sure what this was. Even if your stomach twisted at the idea of whatever came next.

But for now, you let yourself sink into the hug again. Let yourself hold onto the fact that no matter how uncertain everything felt, you weren’t facing it alone.

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i hope you enjoyed it, it turns out posting a fic after a few months of not posting one is horribly anxiety inducing so i'm going to run away now

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Better Boyfriend Than Him - Part Three

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Other Parts

The club is alive with music, lights flickering in time with the heavy bass. The energy of the place should feel electric, but the tension at your table casts a shadow over the atmosphere. You’re sitting in a booth, a drink in your hand, and Luis’s arm draped over your shoulders.

Across from you, Mapi sits, her posture stiff as she debates something with Luis. The two of them have been at it for the past ten minutes, their words too low for you to make out but sharp enough to leave you exhausted.

You lean back against the booth, closing your eyes for a moment. It’s become glaringly obvious over the last few weeks that your best friend and your boyfriend can’t stand each other. When you asked them about it individually, they both denied it, but their actions tell a different story.

Luis mutters something under his breath, and Mapi’s jaw tightens. Her eyes dart to the bar where Ingrid and Frido are waiting for drinks, and suddenly, she stands up.

“I’m going to help Ingrid and Frido,” she announces, her tone clipped.

You furrow your brows, confused. “Mapi, they’re fine—”

But she’s already gone, leaving Luis to scoff.

“Typical,” he mutters, swirling the drink in his hand.

“What’s typical?” you ask, your voice laced with frustration.

“She always has to act like she knows everything,” Luis snaps, shaking his head.

You exhale sharply, trying to keep your annoyance in check. “Luis, can you not? It’s her birthday weekend, and we’re supposed to be having fun.”

He doesn’t respond, only taking a long sip from his drink.

Before you can press the issue, someone slides into the booth across from you. You look up to see Alexia, her signature grin plastered across her face.

“Hola, hermosa,” she greets you warmly, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before flicking to Luis.

“And Linus,” she adds with a teasing smirk.

Luis stiffens beside you, his expression darkening. “It’s Luis.”

Alexia shrugs, unbothered. “Whatever.” She leans back casually, her eyes returning to you.

“You look upset,” she remarks, tilting her head. “What’s with the grumpy face?”

Before you can even open your mouth to respond, Luis cuts in, his voice icy. “It’s because you came over.”

You glare at him, your patience wearing thin. Alexia, however, doesn’t miss a beat.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s it,” she says with a smirk. “I think she’s just not having much fun with you, and that’s not my fault.”

Luis’s jaw clenches, and he stands abruptly, grabbing your hand. “Come on. We’re dancing.”

You barely have time to protest as he pulls you toward the dance floor, leaving Alexia sitting there with an amused glint in her eyes.

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The music is deafening as Luis leads you onto the packed dance floor. He pulls you close, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You try to lose yourself in the rhythm, but the tension from the booth lingers, weighing heavy on your chest.

Luis leans in to kiss you, and at first, you let him, hoping to smooth over the evening. But his grip on your waist tightens, and his kisses become more forceful, almost demanding.

“Luis, stop,” you mumble, your voice barely audible over the pounding music.

He doesn’t listen, his hands digging into your sides as he presses his lips against yours again.

“Luis,” you say more firmly, trying to push him away. “I said stop.”

But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls you even closer, his grip almost bruising. Panic starts to rise in your chest as you struggle to get free.

Then, suddenly, he’s yanked away from you. You look up to see Alexia standing there, her expression thunderous.

“She said stop,” Alexia snaps, her voice cutting through the noise.

Luis glares at her, his face twisted in anger. “What the fuck? This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me,” Alexia retorts, stepping between you and him. “When she’s clearly uncomfortable, I’m not going to just stand by and watch.”

Luis turns to you, his eyes pleading. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that? Say something!”

But you can’t. You’re frozen, your body trembling as the weight of the moment sinks in.

Alexia notices and steps closer to you, her stance protective. “Get lost, Luis,” she says coldly.

Luis stares at you for a moment longer, waiting for you to defend him. But when you don’t, he lets out a bitter laugh.

“Whatever. Have fun with her,” he spits before storming off, shoving his way through the crowd.

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You stand there, still trembling as Alexia turns to you. Her face softens, and she places a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice barely audible over the music.

Before you can answer, Mapi appears, her arm wrapping around your shoulders as she leads you back to the booth. Ingrid hands you a glass of water the moment you sit down, her expression filled with concern.

“Drink this,” she says softly.

You take small sips, your hands still shaking slightly. The events of the past few minutes replay in your mind, and you feel a lump forming in your throat.

“He’s an idiot,” Mapi mutters under her breath, but you don’t respond.

When you finally look up, you find Alexia watching you. But this time, her usual smugness is gone. Instead, she looks… worried. The intensity in her gaze makes your stomach flutter, though you quickly push the thought away.

“I’m fine,” you say, though your voice lacks conviction. “Really.”

Everyone at the table is still looking at you with concern, and you force a smile. “Let’s get some shots,” you suggest, your tone a little too bright. “I want to have fun.”

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The next few hours blur together in a haze of alcohol and dancing. Normally, you don’t drink much, but tonight is different. You’re determined to drown out the tension, the frustration, and the lingering unease from earlier.

You’re on the dance floor again, this time with Mapi. The two of you are laughing, twirling, and letting loose. Everything feels vibrant and surreal, the lights spinning around you as the music pulses through your veins.

You feel someone behind you, their presence warm and steady. You turn to find Alexia, her smile softer than usual.

“Having fun?” she asks, leaning in close so you can hear her. Her breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod, a genuine smile spreading across your face. Alexia grins and gives you a thumbs-up before the two of you start dancing together.

At some point, you turn around, your back against Alexia’s front. Her hands rest lightly on your waist, the touch gentle but grounding. It feels different—safe.

Then you feel her lips against your neck, soft and fleeting. Your breath catches as she whispers in your ear, “I’d be a better boyfriend than him.”

Her words send a shockwave through you. Your heart races, and your mind spins. You turn to face her, your eyes locking with hers.

For a moment, the world around you disappears. Her gaze drops to your lips, and she leans in slightly, her movements slow and deliberate.

Your breath hitches. Part of you wants to close the distance, to give in to the pull between you. But another part screams at you to stop, to remember Luis—even after everything.

You hesitate, your emotions warring within you. And Alexia waits, her eyes filled with something you can’t quite decipher.

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My duo 🫶🏻

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