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          I Know What's Beneath the Snow Fields -Chp.6
 
 A whole week flew by 
          since Aeris had first agreed to stay with Vincent. Tifa, as promised, 
          dutifully visited her as often as possible, always bringing Cloud with 
          her. Cloud's eyes gleamed with genuine delight whenever he saw Aeris, 
          and the two would talk for an hour or so, laughing all the time. However, 
          Tifa discerned some restrained emotion, some hasty glance, some discomfort, 
          in Aeris' movements. Though Aeris quickly reassured her that she "was perfectly well", Tifa internally doubted the sincerity of Aeris. 
          She felt Aeris was hiding something behind her laughter, stubbornly refusing 
          to release it.
 
 "Don't you think Aeris seems kind of...uncomfortable?" Tifa 
          asked Cloud one cold afternoon in late February. They were slowly making 
          their way to Vincent's apartment.
 
 "Hm? No, I think she's quite happy," Cloud replied, "Why? 
          Did Vincent bother her?"
 
 "What are you saying, Cloud?!" cried Tifa, "Vincent's a 
          perfect gentleman! He'd never do something like that!"
 
 Which was absolutely correct, according to Aeris. She herself testified 
          that Vincent was "anything but rude". He never entered the bedroom 
          without her permission, even though it was *his* room to begin with. He 
          bluntly insisted sleeping on the couch so that Aeris could have the bed. He even 
          emptied parts of his closet for Aeris' clothes and belongings, which Tifa 
          generously provided. At exactly six o'clock in the morning, he'd leave 
          Aeris alone in the apartment, and return around five o'clock in the evening; 
          ten o'clock if he had a nightshift.
 
 Despite his chivalrous conduct, he rarely spoke to Aeris. Whenever she 
          chanced upon him, he was either engrossed in some book or repairing a 
          gun. His face expressed such coldness and thoughtfulness, Aeris failed 
          to muster enough courage to even sit with him in the same room. In short, 
          she tried her hardest to avoid him out of some ambiguous fear; and he 
          ignored her out of cold-heartedness, or so Aeris guessed.
 
 Therefore, by the end of the week, Aeris had learned a great deal about 
          Tifa and Cloud; they loved to talk to her about anything. Often times, 
          Cloud would speak of past adventures, strange creatures, and distant lands. 
          Tifa would describe the Avalanche members with lively animation. All three 
          would burst out laughing whenever she imitated Cait Sith's voice, or Cid's 
          "unique" expressions.
 
 Not surprisingly, Aeris grew extremely close to her two new friends. Sometimes, 
          she'd forget that she had "amnesia" or "had been dead", 
          and acted as though she had known them for a long time.
 
 On the other hand, Aeris did not know much about Vincent. Cloud had once 
          whispered to her that "he was a Turk", expecting her to in instantly 
          grasp the significance.She did not understand what he meant, so she turned 
          to Tifa. However, Tifa merely shrugged her shoulders, as if to say "who 
          knew?". Aeris thought it strange how both Cloud and Tifa claimed 
          to be Vincent's friends, when neither knew one definite fact about his 
          past.
 
 She wanted to ask Vincent directly, but, of course, apprehension gripped 
          her heart, and she promptly abandoned her idea. Eventually, Aeris lost 
          interest, and simply forgot.
 
 However, Aeris could not help but wonder at him whenever Cloud and Tifa 
          came to visit. He would retreat to some inconspicuous corner and read 
          a book, showing no interest in Cloud's anecdotes or Tifa's amusing impressions. 
          The two guests seemed quite used to his attitude; they talked and laughed 
          freely in his presence, as if he weren't there at all.
 
 But Aeris glanced at him uneasily from time to time. The contrast between 
          him and her vivacious friends stung her heart to the core.
 
 I wonder why he's always so gloomy..so preoccupied! Aeris wondered.
 
 "What's wrong, Aeris?" laughed Cloud, "Didn't you like 
          the joke?"
 
 "Huh? Oh no!" she immediately answered, though she didn't listen 
          when the joke was said. She had been too busy with her reflections.
 
 "Oh, Cloud!" scolded Tifa amusedly, "you're jokes are all 
          so lame! No wonder she didn't laugh!"
 
 At around three o'clock, one week since Aeris had agreed to live with 
          Vincent, the merry threesome were comfortably seated around a coffee table 
          in the living room. Vincent, as usual, occupied his corner by the window, and read indifferently. A tray with four mugs and a plate of pastries 
          were neatly placed on the coffee table. Tifa had bought the cakes from 
          a nearby bakery as "a little treat for everyone".
 
 Actually, she had bought them for Vincent in particular; she wanted to 
          pay him back somehow for taking care of Aeris. Much to her dismay, Vincent 
          didn't express much delight with the pastries.
 
 "Hey, Vincent man!" called Cloud, stuffing his mouth with another 
          cake, "You sure you don't want one? They're really good!"
 
 Vincent silently flipped the page of his book without even raising his 
          eyes.
 
 "Okay, suit yourself," answered Cloud, as if Vincent had replied. 
          He greedily ate another cake with good humour.
 
 "Cloud, you're such a glutton!" giggled Aeris.
 
 "Hey, Cloud!" frowned Tifa, snatching the plate of pastries 
          away, "You'll spoil your dinner! Save some for later".
 
 "Oh, sorry...," apologized Cloud as he scratched the back of 
          his head, "I forgot you were cooking dinner tonight, Tifa".
 
 Indeed, Tifa, after many entreaties, had persuaded Vincent into allowing 
          her to make dinner that night for everyone. As mentioned before, Tifa 
          had harshly accepted the full responsibility of Vincent's "situation". 
          Forgetting that it was *he* who had indirectly suggested the idea in the 
          first place, Tifa felt she had forced Vincent to care for Aeris, and was 
          determined to repay his kindness somehow, whether he liked it or not.
 Therefore, 
        she had insisted on cooking the dinner, and still more forcefully, insisted 
        Vincent eat with them.
 "As you wish," he had sighed.
 
 "Speaking of dinner, we should get going," commented Cloud, 
        getting up lazily from his seat, "We still have to buy all the ingredients."
 
 "Right," agreed Tifa, rising as well, "Aeris, go get your 
        coat."
 
 "Okay, don't leave without me," she beamed delightedly. She 
        sprang out of her seat and ran to fetch her coat.
 
 "Um...Tifa," whispered Cloud after she left, "are you sure 
        we should take her with us?"
 
 "Why not?" she asked in puzzlement, almost in alarm.
 
 "Well, what if those men find her?"
 
 Tifa was thoughtful for a couple of moments. She glanced suspiciously 
        at Vincent, but he seemed oblivious to their conversation.
 
 "It'll be all right," reassured Tifa, "I'll watch her closely. 
        Besides, those goons have probably given up by now. And poor Aeris could 
        use some fresh air."
 
 "Heh, and if they do show up, you'll probably whoop their butts before 
        they have a chance to attack."
 
 "Huh!" she snorted, delighted with the remark, "You know 
        how I feel about people who push me around..especially men!"
 
 Cloud smiled lovingly at her, then both began sniggering like little children.
 
 Their amusement was abruptly cut short when Vincent slammed his book shut 
        and stood up. Both turned to him, expecting him to speak. As he silently 
        placed the book on the shelf, he happened to catch Tifa's eyes. She immediately 
        detected a flash in his eyes; he had obviously been pondering 
        something.
 
 Does he think Aeris' shopping with us a bad idea? wondered Tifa.
 
 Instead of speaking, Vincent sullenly walked towards the door. He nearly 
        knocked Aeris down as she came rushing through excitedly, but he grabbed 
        her firmly before she could fall.
 
 "Oh..thank you, Vincent," Aeris mumbled in embarrassment.
 
 After he left the living room, the three stood for a moment, lost in though.
 
 "What's wrong with him?" inquired Cloud.
 
 "I don't know..he seems irritated," answered Tifa.
 
 Aeris silently tied her scarf around her neck. She wondered if Vincent 
        had this feeling..this presentiment about her going out. Aeris had felt 
        similarly too at first, but had shrugged it off, assuming she was just 
        nervous about leaving the apartment.
 
 "He's thinking about something," Tifa scowled, "but he's 
        not telling us."
 
 "I'm sure it's nothing your delicious dinner can't fix," laughed 
        Cloud, trying to restore the liveliness of the girls, "You know him! 
        He's always moody like this. Nothing to worry about. Right Aeris?"
 
 "Uh..yes!" she instantly agreed, attempting to conceal her anxiety.
 
 "There, see?" said Cloud, looking at Tifa.
 
 "I guess so," she faintly muttered.
 
 "So, let's go already!" cried Cloud, playfully pulling Tifa 
        to the door.
 
 "Ah! Careful!" she giggled.
 
 Aeris, however, plunged into deep thoughtfulness. She remained standing 
        in the room, lost in an ocean of meditation, but could not formulate one 
        thought.
 
 "Aeris!" called Cloud, "C'mon! we're leaving!"
 
 "Oh, I'm coming!" she answered, and ran after them.
 
 Though the air was crisp that afternoon, Midgar apparently braced itself 
        for rain. The grey clouds gradually blanketed the sky, barring the sunlight 
        from entry. Nevertheless, the streets brimmed with people hurrying to 
        and fro. The shops and boutiques eagerly flung their doors wide open to welcome 
        any customer. The cafes were teaming with people enjoying their coffee 
        break.
 
 All sorts of sounds filled the air: from the hushed murmur of passing 
        businessmen to the delightful squeal of children; the incoherent mumbles 
        of a senile beggar, and the shouts of teenagers calling each other. The 
        city throbbed with life.
 
 Aeris, quite fascinated with the city, constantly turned her head from 
        side to side so as to catch every detail. Tifa and Cloud looked at her 
        amusedly and answered whatever questions she had about Midgar.
 
 "Cloud, what's that building?" she asked.
 
 "Oh, that's a branch of the new government. The Department of Foreign 
        Affairs, I think."
 
 "It's so big!" she marveled.
 
 "She's like a little kid," winked Cloud as he nudged Tifa.
 
 When they turned around a corner, an old, wan-faced woman with a beaten 
        flower basket staggered up to them.
 
 "Would the pretty lass like a flower?" she asked, holding a 
        bright pink flower to Aeris.
 
 "Oh! How beautiful!" cried Aeris, taking the flower instantly. 
        Her entire face beamed with delight as she studied the flower. She looked 
        at Cloud imploringly.
 
 "Yeah, sure," mumbled Cloud, fumbling for his wallet,"Give 
        the other girl a flower too."
 
 "Heh heh, Cloud, you're so sweet," snickered Tifa at his embarrassment.
 
 "Y'know it's funny," exclaimed Cloud as they resumed their way.
 
 "What's funny?" asked Aeris, looking up at him.
 
 "Before..um..before you had amnesia, you used to adore flowers. In 
        fact, you were a flower girl yourself."
 
 "Was I?" she smiled in wonder.
 
 "Yup. And it's funny how you don't remember anything about your past, 
        but remember that you love flowers."
 
 "Flowers carry so many meanings," she answered mysteriously, 
        "They symbolize life, and love, and beauty."
 
 "Hard things to find in the dead of winter," commented Tifa.
 
 "Oh, you can find them in the winter, if you look hard enough."
 
 "Yeah, whatever," mumbled Cloud, completely baffled by Aeris' 
        meaning. Tifa smiled faintly as she took his strong arm and leaned her 
        head on his shoulder as they strolled along.
 
 "Well, this is where I bid you girls a temporary adieu," Cloud 
        said after a few steps.
 
 "Where are you going?" asked Aeris curiously.
 
 "Cloud has to go to Sector 4 and buy us some special spices for tonight's 
        dinner," Tifa explained, "It'll save us time if we split up. 
        We girls will shop here, and Cloud will go get the spices."
 
 "Heh heh..can he be trusted?" snickered Aeris.
 
 "Oh ho! So, little Miss Aeris doubts Cloud Strife's abilities, eh?" 
        he retorted with a laugh, "You forget, I run a restaurant."
 
 "No, Cloud," corrected Tifa, "You clean it. I run it."
 
 The two girls burst out laughing while Cloud flushed crimson with anger. 
        Bur after a moment, he joined them in good humour, as if nothing had happened.
 
 "Okay, Cloud," interrupted Tifa,"You'd better go now, before 
        it starts to rain."
 
 "Sure thing. Meet you two back at Vincent's place."
 
 They quickly exchanged a kiss, and Cloud rushed across the street before 
        the traffic light turned green again. Soon, he disappeared.
 
 "C'mon," said Tifa to Aeris, "Let's go."
 
 The two girls quietly walked along the boulevard. A strange silence sprung 
        up between them. Tifa, it was true, had sent Cloud away to fetch the spices, 
        but more importantly, she wanted to speak to Aeris alone; woman to woman. 
        She knew some problem oppressed Aeris' heart, and was determined to discover 
        it.
 
 They finally reached a gigantic building which languidly stretched itself 
        along the entire street. Aeris read the large sign "Midgar Supermarket" 
        erected neatly on top of the automatic doors.
 
 "Big place!" exclaimed Aeris, completely in awe.
 
 "Hm.." muttered Tifa, half-listening.
 
 As she grabbed a shopping cart, Tifa glanced uneasily at Aeris, unsure 
        how to start the conversation. She pushed the cart along the orderly isles. 
        When she made sure nobody was within hearing distance, she stopped short.
 
 "Aeris," she began, "Are you..okay?"
 
 "Yes, Tifa, I'm fine," Aeris looked at her oddly.
 
 "No, I mean...do you feel..uncomfortable?"
 
 Aeris shook her head, but obviously did not understand Tifa's meaning.
 
 "Aeris," whispered Tifa for some reason, " Do you feel...uncomfortable 
        with Vincent around you?"
 
 Aeris looked away to avoid Tifa's searching eyes.
 
 "C'mon, you can tell me," persisted Tifa gently, "I can 
        tell some problem is weighing you down. I don't want to intrude on you 
        like this, but I'm just so worried about you. Is Vincent..."
 
 She broke off with a vague gesture of her hand, not knowing how to finish 
        her sentence. Aeris still looked away, but Tifa could tell she was on 
        the brink of revealing something.
 
 "Tifa," she blurted out quietly, "I think Vincent..really..hates 
        me."
 
 "Aeris, we've been through this before, and I told you.."
 
 "No, no, you don't understand," Aeris cut her short as she turned 
        around suddenly, "He's very polite, and probably the best mannered 
        man I'll ever meet. I won't deny that. But..but.."
 
 "But?" Tifa asked, extremely alarmed.
 
 "I don't think he looks after me out of kindness..It doesn't come 
        from his heart. It's like, he feels it's his *duty* to care for me."
 
 "But..how does he hate you?"
 
 "I don't know..I don't know. But I just feel as if he sees something 
        through me..and hates me for it...like I'm inferior somehow.."
 
 Tifa studied Aeris' pitiful face. This had obviously been causing her 
        a great deal of stress.
 
 "Aeris," she finally replied with some sternness, "I think 
        you're just paranoid!"
 
 Aeris blinked at her in astonishment.
 
 "If Vincent 'hated' you, then why did he shoot those men to save 
        you? Isn't that what he did when he first met you?"
 
 "Tifa..you don't understand me.."
 
 "Then explain, for God's sake!"
 
 "He..he's not like Cloud..," Aeris muttered dreamily.
 
 This time, Tifa was astonished.
 
 "What do you mean 'not like Cloud'?" she demanded. A strange 
        yet familiar feeling pricked her heart again.
 
 "Cloud..well..," Aeris faltered, "Cloud is simple to see 
        through. You can tell when he's happy, or angry; and it's easy to guess 
        what he's thinking."
 
 "And Vincent?"
 
 "Vincent is cold-hearted..stoic..and unresponsive. I feel very awkward..and 
        frightened when he comes near me. He sees something in me that he hates...and 
        it's the way he hates me that scares me so much, Tifa."
 
 As Aeris finished, Tifa softened her look and was silent for some minutes. 
        She understood, at least partially, Aeris' fear: She believed Vincent 
        discerned something horrible in her, and deplored her for it.
 
 Tifa gently patted her friend's shoulder and, smiling reassuredly, said 
        "We'd better finish quickly before it rains."
 
 The tower bell tolled four times when both girls emerged from the supermarket, 
        each carrying a brown grocery bag. The streets had emptied slightly, but 
        still retained a great deal of liveliness. By the time they had reached 
        the city square, the lamp posts along the pathway had already lighted 
        up; it was getting dark quickly. Occasionally, a faint rumble of thunder 
        echoed across the city, warning everyone of heavy rain. Tifa, however, 
        seemed unconcerned with the weather. She wanted to tell Aeris something.
 
 "Aeris," she started, grabbing her shoulder to stop her, "I 
        think you misunderstand Vincent."
 
 Aeris turned to face Tifa, expecting her to say more.
 
 "Vincent..well..," Tifa faltered, "Vincent has been through 
        a lot. He never mentioned this, but I think he feels guilty about something, 
        and it tends to weigh him down at times."
 
 "What do you mean?"
 
 "I don't know..Vincent's a master when it comes to hiding his emotions..but 
        when we first met him about a year ago, he was obsessed with this woman 
        called 'Lucrecia'"
 
 "'Lucrecia'?"
 
 "And you could just feel the bitterness and guilt gnaw at his heart, 
        even though he never mentioned her again. I..I'm telling you this, Aeris, 
        so you can see that Vincent carries a lot of sorrow in his heart.."
 
 Aeris was silent.
 
 "And..," continued Tifa nervously, "I don't think he hates 
        you. I just think he sees something in you that...that he sees in himself 
        too..like you both share the same burden somehow. Aw, Geez! I can't explain 
        this very well!"
 
 Tifa stamped her foot in irritation; even she wasn't sure she understood 
        Vincent. Aeris silently stared at the cobblestones on the ground, completely 
        oblivious to the people around her.
 
 "Tifa," she suddenly asked, "Is Vincent sick because of 
        his claw?"
 
 "What? Is he sick of his claw?" Tifa looked at her oddly.
 
 "No..does the claw make him sick?"
 
 "Um..it shouldn't. At least, not when I met him. Why? What's the 
        matter?!"
 
 "I..," stammered Aeris, "I think Vincent is very sick. 
        At first I thought his claw perhaps made him sick. But now, perhaps this 
        'guilt'.."
 
 "What do you mean by 'sick'?" interrupted Tifa in alarm, "Sick 
        as in ill?"
 
 Aeris wanted to tell her about his coughing fits that constantly plagued 
        him. During the past week, she had caught him fighting at least five seizures, 
        and that was just at home!
 
 She wanted to describe how violently his whole body shook with pain; how 
        much blood trickled through his hand when he struggled to cover his mouth. 
        All that and so much more!
 
 But she had read in his cold eyes that he *knew* she had seen him in a 
        coughing fit. And though he never talked to her, Aeris understood he did 
        not want the others to know of his seizures. But now it felt as if the 
        words poured out of her mouth involuntarily.
 
 "He's..he's..." Aeris finally faltered.
 
 But a foreboding feeling suddenly pierced her heart so violently, she 
        actually sprang away from Tifa in alarm. All sound around her disintegrated 
        into oblivion; she could not even hear Tifa calling her name; but the 
        loud pounding of her heart mercilessly beat against her ears.
 
 Her grocery bag fell out of her numb hands, crashing onto the pavement 
        and scattering all its contents about. However, Aeris seemed totally unaware 
        of her surroundings. She detected some evil presence near her..some "thing" 
        that reeked with malice.
 
 "Aeris! Aeris!" called Tifa anxiously. She shook the girl's 
        shoulders.
 
 Aeris turned aggressively to Tifa, as if she had never seen her before. 
        Tifa started on seeing the wild, frenzied flash in Aeris' eyes. Her gasps 
        became quite loud and perspiration broke out on her pale face. Some passers-by 
        glanced at her oddly, then hurried away, thinking she was mad.
 
 "Aeris! what's wrong?!" cried Tifa.
 
 "T..Tifa...," she struggled confusedly, "..the..they're 
        here..they've found me!"
 
 "What? What are you saying?!"
 
 Faceless people rushed past Aeris. So many incoherent sounds drummed against 
        her ears. Bright colors and irregular shapes swirled about her like a whirlpool. 
        She felt faint and nauseated, as if someone were wringing her soul. But her eyes 
        suddenly caught sight of someone, and everything froze in its place.
 
 She stared at a tall man with pure snow-white hair and gleaming pink eyes. 
        He gazed mockingly at her from across the street. He held a lighted cigarette 
        to his mouth in such a way that only his eyes peered over his hand. Aeris 
        felt his cold eyes drill straight into her heart.
 
 When he finally removed his cigarette form his mouth, he blew out a puff 
        of smoke, then smiled affably at Aeris, as though he were a close friend 
        of hers.
 
 Aeris' feet turned cold and heavy at the smile. Her thoughts chased each 
        other around in her brain, refusing to settle down, until something inside 
        her screamed: escape!
 
 Before she realized it, Aeris found herself frantically tearing through 
        the crowds of people, desperately trying to run away.
 
 "AERIS!! AERIS!!" screamed Tifa. She ran after her as fast as 
        she could, but Aeris vanished in the crowd without a trace.
 
 Completely thunderstruck, Tifa stood in the middle of the street. Her 
        muddled thoughts overwhelmed her and clouded her mind. She had, literally, 
        no idea what to do.
 
 Then, as if possessed by a demon, Tifa suddenly dashed across the busy 
        street. Several cars screeched to a halt and rudely honked at her.
 
 "Hey! Watch it!" shouted one man from his car.
 
 But she only doubled her speed as she rushed down the pavement, savagely 
        yelling "excuse me!" or "make way!". She raced past 
        shops, people, streets with one thought: she must reach Vincent's apartment! 
        She did not understand why Aeris ran off so suddenly, as if she had seen 
        a ghost, but she must have run back to Vincent's place! Where else could 
        she possibly go?
 
 Thus argued Tifa, until she realized she was flying up the stairs of the 
        apartment.
 
 On reaching Vincent's door, she tried to open it, but the knob only gave 
        a stiff rattle. It was locked.
 
 "Vincent!!" she shouted, pounding the door furiously with her 
        fist,"VINCENT!"
 
 No reply.
 
 "Aw, shit!" she swore. She retreated two steps then rammed the 
        door down with her shoulder. The door instantly broke open and she staggered 
        in, breathless with irritation.
 
 "VINCENT!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
 
 But only an echo answered her cry. Apparently, no one was home. The silence 
        suffocated Tifa beyond endurance. Not only was Aeris not there, but Vincent 
        was missing as well!
 
 "Damn it!!" she cursed aloud.
 
 She heard a faint scuffle of boots behind her, so she turned around sharply. 
        Much to her relief, Vincent stood in the doorway with a package in one 
        hand. He blinked incredulously at Tifa, then at the broken door that hung 
        piteously by one hinge in the hall.
 
 "Where the Hell were you?!" Tifa cried in anger.
 
 "I..I went to the post office to get the book I ordered," he 
        faltered, taken aback by her viciousness, "Tifa..what's wrong?"
 
 "Vincent," she gasped, "A..Aeris ran off!!"
 
 He narrowed his keen eyes, but said nothing.
 
 "I don't know what happened!" she continued, "We were walking 
        along, and she was fine! Cloud even bought her a flower! And then..then.."
 
 "Easy, take it easy," he said calmly.
 
 "Then she goes ballistic!! She looks around like someone's gonna 
        kill her..and she mutters something, then runs off!"
 
 "What did she say?"
 
 "I dunno!!" she snapped back, irritated with his coolness, "She 
        said something like 'they've found me'. She looked around, then lost her 
        mind!"
 
 "Where did this happen?"
 
 "At the City Square."
 
 "Which direction did she run in?"
 
 "Ah? I think she ran to the North side of the sector."
 
 Vincent plunged into gloomy silence for some moments, knitting his brows 
        in deep contemplation. He seemed to be debating something in his brain.
 
 "I ran after her," Tifa went on, "but she disappeared! 
        I thought perhaps she came back.."
 
 But Vincent suddenly flung his package away and rushed out of the door, 
        not waiting a moment longer.
 
 "Vincent!" Tifa cried after him, "Where are you going?!!"
 
 She ran after him anxiously, but he had already cleared the stairs and left 
        the building.
 
 Tifa was silent for some minutes before she returned to the apartment. 
        She examined her "handiwork" on the wretched door, then blushed 
        slightly.
 
 "Great," she grumbled, "I get excited, and Vincent's door 
        gets the heat!"
 
 Tifa rubbed her temples to soothe her aching head, but the last few events 
        had left her in complete shock. A sudden clap of thunder outside startled 
        her. She dragged her tired feet to the window in the living room, and 
        gazed dejectedly at the rain patter against the glass panes.
 
 "It's really coming down now," she mumbled softly.
 -End of Chp.6
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