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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 22, 2014 20:46:14 GMT -6
Her image was actually quite attractive. She was a young lady who could still look appealing even without showing much skin, as she used to prefer.
The rain fell hard around her houseboat, splashing to join the other molecules of water in the river. An UMBRELLA on her terrace table kept her and her laptop and her phone from getting soaked. Around her there was much panic, because of an apparent fire going on. She didn't hear much though, right now she was listening to her favorite Hedley album. However, as calm and serene as she looked in her beloved cloudy city, she was steaming with anger.
Putting her PHONE down on the TABLE for just one moment, she expressed only a small, small portion of her anger to her poor half-stress ball. It was now a quarter stress ball. As strong as it was, Zoey tore the half-ball in half, once again. It wasn't the hard when she was angry. But now she needed something else to get rid of her anger.
Pesterchum text could not bring out the HULK ANGER steaming from her soul. She needed a call, and she knew exactly what she wanted to say already.
Azazel's phone number had always been in her contacts, right from her first phone. And luckily she hadn't deleted his number yet. She grabbed the GLASS OF WATER next to her glass of apple juice, it would be best if she had a clear voice for speaking. The phone's tiny clicks went fast as she had both hands to type with, and was really quite fast. And after a few seconds the call was already going through.
It did not look like she was about to throw hell through a phone call, with her legs crossed at her ankles, skirt falling gracefully just a few inches above the terrace floor. The houseboat still experienced silence, for now. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 22, 2014 20:57:53 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
After a... still going on break down, Azazel has for the last few minutes been laying in his bed. Laughing. Laughing his head off. At first he was angry, but now he just didn't care. The amount of pent up emotion was flooding out of his fingertips, and he just couldn't stop laughing. He felt pity on Killian, but only slight. He didn't what he really felt. Nope. All he knew was that this was the funniest shit ever. Azazel's laughs drowned out the initial sound of his phone vibrating on his neat, tidy desk next to him.
Through all the laughter, he couldn't quite tell if what he was saying was actually hurting Killian. He hoped not. Hoped he was getting a kick out of this. But one thing was for sure.
Spongebob is not a fucking anime. Azazel is not a fucking weeaboo. Yaoi is not his forte.
Okay, so three things were for sure. He felt... weird right now. Thank god his innocent little sister was locked in her room with her music blaring. Ahh, she'd be so worried right now. He usually doesn't laugh this much, this hard, or... this loudly. Only when writing the murder scenes.
His violet eyes flickering to his desk as his laughs slowed and quieted, Azazel lifted a slightly shaking hand to his phone. It was bland, boring. Didn't have much of a background. All that it showed on the screen was a bright 'ZOEY' in all caps.
Azazel grinned and answered, still chuckling to himself. With a deep, shakey, mildly creepy voice, the boy greeted. "How's it goiiiing, sweet cheeks." [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 22, 2014 21:17:01 GMT -6
"YOU CALLED SPONGEBOB A F**KING ANIME." Zoey was thoroughly in an IDIOTIC MENTAL BREAKDOWN. For sure, she did think of it as stupid, but right now she was still angry. She would be for at least a few hours, and then cringe at the memory of it for the rest of her life. Her voice must have been heard from downtown, with how loud she screamed. Who knows what it would sound like on the other side of the phone. She did not currently give mind to how much Azazel sounded like a murderer in a horror film, though he probably always sounded like that. That would be something that she would never care to address ever. "I THOUGHT I LOST ALL FAITH IN YOU BUT YOU CALLED. SPONGEBOB. A F**KING ANIME." Zoey was standing up by now, and there was a clashing noise of her CHAIR being kicked across her terrace in the background. Her nails were just about to dig into her skin, but not quite yet. The rain didn't change at all to her screams. And no reaction from her dad yet. He was a very heavy sleeper and took naps on his days off, such as this. To add to his being a heavy sleeper, he also wore earplugs. No matter how much risk Zoey took to losing her voice, she could not wake him up. "I NEED A FUCKING EXPLANATION AZZY. I NEED IT RIGHT NOW WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU CALL SPONGEBOB AN ANIME IT IS NOT AN ANIME WE HAVE GONE ALL OVER THIS." LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 22, 2014 21:32:29 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
Jolting the phone from his ear, Azazel's eyes rolled and his laughs groaned. He waited for her to cease her screaming, his expression turning annoyed. He kicked himself off his bed, walking away from his laptop. Before the insistent beeps of all his pesters rang through, a hand leaned heavily on the top and slammed the laptop shut.
"Shudduuuuuuup." He groaned in the speaker, stumbling across his room towards the door. As soon as she was done with her ranting, raving, and screaming, Azazel pushed through his door and down his stairs to the kitchen.
"He was being stupid. Not like I told him what fucking weeabooism was. Oh!" A laugh escaped. "Or what god fucking damn yaoi is! That was aaaaaall you, baby." Hah. Haha. The fact it was pissing her off so much just had to bring out the worst in Azazel. Despite all the earlier heartbreak.
"Maybe, juuuust maybe, he shouldn't have fuckin' asked. Huh. Whaddya think'a that. Going to keep screaming, drama queen? I would've explained to him that it was indeed not an anime. I would have explained in detail, just as you brainwashed me into doing. But no. I didn't realize he wouldn't take it as sarcasm and then go squealing to you. Now, shut the hell up, and go back to your stupid hissy fit session."
The rant continued all the way down the stairs, to the fridge, and opening the door. A quick grab of a bottle- one he never liked to admit he had- and a quick slam with his foot. He placed his phone on the counter, pressing speaker as he walked away to get some utensils. [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 22, 2014 22:15:03 GMT -6
trigger: self-harm Bleeding she was really bleeding. Her nails cut herself. She cut herself again. No no no, she cut herself again. Oh no, she was starting to freak out. She did it again it got to her. Zoey let it get to her again. She needed air, she needed air and she tried her best to breathe in the rainy air. What she had to do was respond, if there was anything she could do better it was not show her emotions. Zoey hated herself, which was obvious probably. She did a lot but by now it didn't show much to strangers. She was an expert at hiding. Just like Azazel said she was in a cocoon. And the cocoon of not showing that she has emotions would protect her. Become okay, that was her objective for a couple of minutes. She left Azazel on the phone idle for a couple of minutes, about 20 minutes so to say. Zoey left the call on but she spent most time on pesterchum with people other than him. --after mental breakdown--
" Oh sorry, I had to go be completely amazing with people much more charming than you could ever hope to be. Do you want to bitch about how much you hate me more? I'm sure I could handle it once I hear it truly come out of your emotionless real life soul." She sat on her chair under the umbrella once more, she had her dog on her lap. Zoey was so much happier without Azzy in her life.
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 22, 2014 22:32:29 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
After fumbling for a while in his cabinets, searching for a nice sized wine glass or something, Azazel pretty much just threw his hands up in the air and said fuck it. Grabbing his phone and the bottle, he went straight for the couch.
Azazel honestly never drank much. Of course, he's had his fair share of 'drunken adventures', but he never managed to really become immune yet. Which, considering his goal of drinking his feelings away, was perfect in this moment. He'd be hammered before he knew it, and maybe even pass out drunk. How great would that be.
Once Azazel awoke, maybe he'd play that game. It's been downloading for a while now. He figures when it's his time to work his magic, he'll do it. Whenever that may be. For now, oh ho, for now Azazel is going to do it.
Charlotte is a terrible influence.
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A bit out of it by the time Zoey returns, the boy jumps at the sound of her voice. He whispered something on the lines of 'god? is that you?' in pure confusion before remembering the fact he was having a phone call with his once great buddy.
Azazel scoffed, taking a swig. "The'f fuck're you talkin' bowt. Shit man, I ain't 'bout that liff. Life. Shit balls." He had done his first bottle a while ago, and was now about two-thirds done with the current one. It was obvious by the... charming... tone and drunken appeal that, well, it was happening. Hopefully, he could at least hold his liquor a little longer.
"I ain't gon... do not'n like'at. Whaddafuck, Zoe-ee. Why'ya even call meh, man. Don'tcha, like. Hate doods. Sheesh women. Man. Woman. You're not. More than one person. Fuckit." [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 22, 2014 22:58:04 GMT -6
Zoey could recognize that tone of voice. She recognized the slur of his words that was all too familiar. Her eyebrow arched up above her glasses, actually eyeing her phone suspiciously to make sure she wasn't talking to the wrong person or anything. Nope, apparently between the time where she was recovering, Azazel had managed to become extremely intoxicated. Frankly, she did not find it very surprising at all. He was always someone who ran away from his feelings. She took a sip of her clear drink, which was not alcohol but water instead. She never drank enough to cause water intoxication. While Zoey could respect drinking alcohol, it was for the sole purpose of getting drunk that she was disgusted by it. That was what most people did though. It was their way of running away from problems. For Zoey, she took to playing volleyball. It helped a lot to hit things with all her strength and a clear mind. Rubbing the temples of her head, she decided this would only turn to be another disastrous conversation. It should be less abusive and heart breaking as usual though, since Azazel was...affected. "I assure you that I'm not more than one person, Azazel. Yes, I always automatically hate men, which includes you right about now. Now how many bottles of alcohol have you drunk by now?" she asked, a half-hearted tone but with a whole-hearted curiosity. She took a bite out of a cookie, this one was chocolate chip. As mainstream as it was, chocolate chip was her favorite. All the cookies were organized, which they were not when Mrs. Hudson first gave them to her. She didn't want to be surprised by the flavors in her mouth, after all. There were going to be no surprise cookies.
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 22, 2014 23:12:20 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
Slumping over the side of the couch, Azazel began regretting not bringing his laptop along with him. He'd have to trek all the way back up there and... just no. He couldn't possibly ask the little angel to get it- she'd see him like this, and, well, that'd be kinda bad. He's her big brother, her role model. Her knight in shining armor. Azazel couldn't let her see him like this right now.
"Shucks, why'ya gotta hate me? I ain't no ba' guy. Well. Okay I lie' I'm preeeetty shit." Azazel rolled onto his stomach, still slinking down the arm. Taking another swig, he gulped down the rest of the bottle, groaning slightly to himself. "Iunno." Setting the bottle down very, very gently on the floor, Azazel slumped right off of the couch, banging into the floor.
"Ouch, shit!" Grumble grumble grumble. Getting to his feet, the platinum haired boy grabbed the two empty bottles and put them gently in the trash can. Grabbing his phone so he can talk as he walked (hell yeah, multitasking!), Azazel trekked to the fridge. "Two. Yeh, jus' two. So far. Hah."
Swinging the door open and just grabbing the whole case, the boy took the long journey back upstairs. Sissy still in her room, blaring music. Good, she didn't need to know. Enter room, success. Plop on bed, success. Open laptop, (a little bit of trouble but) success!
"Whacha eatin' righ'now anyways. You doin' the munch's and it's, like. Wha'?" That wasn't a coherent sentence and he kicked himself for it. Now to resume the drunken pestering and talk to his gal pal who hated his guts! Fun, fun. [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 22, 2014 23:49:54 GMT -6
There were many reasons as to why Zoey hated him. But due to him being intoxicated she deduced that listing off said reasons would only manage at losing the rest of his attention, which he had very little of right now. So she only had to say one sentence. "Yeah, I agree, You're a really shitty guy." Reading into it, she found that this meant he had a sense of self-loathing as well. But he would never have confided in her, especially after their friendship ceased to exist and all. It was more like nine-year old her crushing wildly on him though. That was extremely regrettable, which Zoey did indeed regret. Her face turned into a slight sneer as she was able to hear his background noise as he did stuff. Two bottles? From the time that she was gone to now, it seemed as if he didn't pace himself at all with this. Emotional drinking at its finest, that it was. Meanwhile, Zoey had never swallowed a drop of alcohol in her life. Sure she had tasted wines of many kinds, but spit them out after they were done. She had studied the long-term effects of drinking on the brain, and she would not take any chance of being an alcoholic. "Chocolate chip cookies. My neighbor brought some after hearing my apparently very-loud breakdown. It's like, really tasty. Much more than two straight bottles of whatever you did," she responded, ending with another bite of a cookie. She ate all the edges first since the inside was softer, and that meant it was her favorite part. It honestly depended on what kind of cookie, though. Sugar cookies did that effect expertly, but chocolate chip had more flavor variety. "Um, not that I'm worried about you or anything, are you okay? Drinking two bottles straight in twenty minutes seems to be a pretty stupid decision." Her accent did not help to make it any less conceited. She always sounded a little conceited.
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 23, 2014 0:01:41 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
Typing away on his laptop - quick little tutters and the occasional hard tap of a backspace - Azazel stuck out his tongue towards his phone. "That's no'really a rea'on. You suck at the whol' insultin' busines'. I swe'r." Listening, at least a little, to her as he droned on to Killian - who is the only person who seems to somehow tolerate him - Azazel paused a moment.
"Tha's sounds great, bu' why you have'a breakdo'n. You's 'kay?" Through the slurs and drunken tone was genuine concern. He wasn't sure why he felt as if he were forgetting something about that situation, but it didn't matter. "Yah, I'm fin' but wha'bout yuh?"
Grabbing another one of his liquors, Azazel started the newest bottle. He shook his head a little afterward, making a sort of gagging action. This shit sucks. It sucks, but soon it might taste better. He hopes that happens. "No' stupid. Mind yo' I'm doin' this for'a good c'use. Won't ge' me cav'ties, too, so haw!" Taking a swig, Azazel finished replying for the moment.
"Yo Zoe, why'd ya bre'kdown though. You be''er be okay now, ya hear?" [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 23, 2014 0:25:26 GMT -6
Apart from typing on her computer which she now opened Pesterchum on, she was talking to Azazel and helping Lucia get her game started. The second task was much more annoying and uncomfortable than she expected it to be. She had expected to only yell at him, and half-heartedly she hoped that they would make up to the point where each could have a conversation without insulting each other and making each other feel bad. Apparently Azazel had also left yet another message on the conversation that she closed. She left and since she didn't feel like angering him further before she left, she just apologized and left. Maybe after this she would go see what he said. "I'm quite fine, thank you much for asking. And I'm not going to tell you why I had a breakdown earlier. But I'll be sure to keep myself 'okay' " She responded, finishing her second to last chocolate chip cookie. "If you don't want to get cavities, as I've heard, you always could just brush your teeth. Excuse? You are much less skilled at drunk-talk than others," she commented. She had one more chocolate chip cookie left. This meant, Zoey would literally be making sex moans while eating it. Zoey wasn't sexually attracted to cookies she just wanted to have fun eating. "Are you drinking another bottle??? Can't you just stop at two, since you're already banging drunk as I can hear."LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 23, 2014 0:47:15 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
Tak tak tak. Satisfied with said response he let out a 'mhm' and focused the small amount of attention he had to reply to logs. Takin' a swig, type a little, an endless cycle. The typing portion gets far more time than the swigs, but whatever. After a moment of finishing such things, Azazel flopped backwards onto his bed and let his laptop slide to the floor. It slammed close and Azazel just laid on the bed, rolling a little bit to be on his stomach.
"Iunno wha' 'at even means. Whadd'a'fuck is drunk tal'. An' no! No I will not. Ahm havin' fun righ' now and. Boo's ta ya. I gotta goal so you ca'. Yuh know. Not scol' me okay." In obvious defiance, Azazel did it again. Bottoms up. Drinking it a bit too fast, the nineteen year old coughed and choked. "Fuhk." He murmured.
Getting off the bed and to his feet, Azazel stumbled around the room, grumbling nonsense to himself. A majority of that grumbling could probably be translated into cursing.
"Zoe. Zooooe. Yer smart, how much ya' gotta drunk tuh pass ou'? I'll do thuh' whole box I swears." Dragging himself around his room, not quite sure where to stay, Azazel let out loud groan and emptied the bottle. He fell back on his bed, upset it wasn't working.
He regretted letting his laptop fall. Grabbing his pillow, ruining his pretty neat bed, Azazel clung to it tightly. [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 23, 2014 1:44:00 GMT -6
She could hear noises, it was an uncomfortable experience. This was like the beginning of a musical where they were still setting everything up, with her only in her seat waiting patiently and doing nothing. Since there was nothing much to do but type, she typed. He would respond sooner or later, or there would be something peculiar for her to comment on. For now she put her phone on speaker, put it on the table that was dry because there was an umbrella, and went back to helping Lucia. "Azazel, it honestly depends on a person's weight as well as tolerance. Since it is obvious your tolerance is not so high, I guess that with another two bottles, or three, you'll be out. It varies on the size of the bottles of what you are drinking, however. And I fully recommend that you stop drinking," She responded logically, taking the time to tap her phone to make sure the call hadn't stopped. It did not. So she stopped typing on Pesterchum so she could talk to him even more, which was something that she thought she would never think and act upon. "What was that clatter I heard earlier? Are you okay?"She would hate to be responsible for anyone's injury, even Azazel's. He could get hurt easily, considering that he was a giant dweeb that was confused with his sexuality. She thought about that as she took a bite out of a cookie. That guy had problems. Thinking this made her feel good about herself for once, which was very rare. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by AZAZEL VIDEL on Jul 23, 2014 1:59:50 GMT -6
I'M running from theinferno ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
Azazel rolled around his bed, clinging to the pillow for a while. Thinking. Well, drunk thinking, but thinking none the less.
It's still not gone. "They aren't t' big. Norm'l 'n shit. Fo'r's happen'n, so tha's my answer t' stoppin'." Moving carefully to the floor and scooting to his laptop, he continued some pestering and brought the phone closer.
"Which soun'? The laptop drop'n'n, or me cho'in. Cho-kkk-ing." Clinging tightly to the pillow, clutching the empty bottle o' booze, Azazel buried his face. Still not gone. He was getting a tad sick of the feelings. He wanted them to stop, and wanted someone to make them stop. Just ignore them.
Ignore them and talk to your 'friends', if they even really are that.
After a pause, still hugging his pillow close, as if it had some comforting powers, Azazel looked at his phone. Straight into it's soul. "Zoey. Wh'm I such'a douche?" [newclass=.adsup]color:transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.adsup:hover]transition: 1s; -webkit-transition: 1s; -moz-transition: 1s; -o-transition: 1s; -ms-transition: 1s;filter: gray;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);color:#fff;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] |
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ZOEY LOYOLA
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Post by ZOEY LOYOLA on Jul 23, 2014 2:11:15 GMT -6
Zoey felt an arrow right in the middle of her small, broken heart. It wasn't so much small, as broken, and defended. It was like the Great Wall of China. Only those who thought to take the long way around could get in, and she was famed for that wall, that she hated men. Only a few knew why. Azazel could have been one of them. She sighed deeply, taking her hands off the keyboard to rub the temples of her head. "Azazel..." she said, with the truest pain and pity in her stupidly conceited British-accented voice. After two bottles, and continuing, it looked like he wasn't going to remember much when he got back to his senses. "Look, you are the biggest jerk I have come to know only because you choose to be. Remember when we were friends? It was always me getting close, I always put off your petty insults because you COULD be better. Unlike me, this is the farthest I can go now. You have explosive anger as your main problem and while you could be so much better, as I said before, you choose to drink. You're ruining your brain by binge drinking, Azzy. Remember when that name wasn't annoying to you? Stop drinking Azazel. Your sister must be in the house and she is such a sweetheart."Thanks, Azazel. She could feel pain and regret about the relationship. He was a poisonous person who always ran to her for help even when he hurt her. And the reason she did help was because she was in a position where she felt very similar. Not quite the same, but enough so that no matter fucking what, she had to go back to Azazel.
"You also only talk to those who you've harmed in the past. Like me, a lot. Why would you ask me huh? We've fallen out the most." It was the same reason why she didn't hang up. LAIKA OF GS! |
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