TITLE: Hidden Moments - Bites
AUTHOR: Erica Miszti
EMAIL: xhamadryad@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17
CLASSIFICATION: VR
SUMMARY: This is just one possibility of what could have happened in
that motel room in the pilot.
NOTES: Mulder/Scully Romance. A while ago I wrote my version of a
missing scene from Paperclip (Clipped) and added the series title
'Hidden Moments' just in case, good thing too 'cause it means I can make
this a part of that series. I know it's not really very likely that
anything like this might have happened but I like this idea and it makes
things more interesting, doesn't it? Flames will be hysterically
giggled at, so don't even bother to send them. On second thoughts, take
your best shot, I could do with a laugh.
DISCLAIMER - See end of story.
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Hidden Moments: Bites (1/5)
Mulder's Motel Room
Bellefleur, Oregon
9 March 1992
Nine minutes. Nine minutes. Nine minutes. Nine minutes.
Mulder's thoughts seemed to be stuck, like a needle on scratched vinyl
LP.
Nine minutes. Nine minutes. Nine minutes. Nine minutes.
Where could they go? An area frozen in time? What could have happened
in that time?
Mulder lay on his back on top of the bed clothes, he'd changed his
clothes after the soaking they'd gotten earlier but he wasn't ready for
sleep yet. That was a long way off tonight. His heart was racing and
his skin was tingling with the electricity in the air. Maybe this Dana
Scully was a good luck charm, he'd never got as close as this before.
It felt as if something was coming, something big, and he was gonna have
to be ready for it when it got here.
Nine minutes.
The storm had knocked out the power in the motel but the candlelight
suited Mulder just fine. It gave the night the gravity it seemed to
deserve. Mulder picked nervously at the bag of sunflower seeds that
were resting on the bedside table. His nerves were really buzzing
tonight - he smiled to himself - worse than last night. What on earth
had sent him to her door like that? What must she think of him? He
pulled himself up short on that one. It didn't matter what she thought
of him because she wouldn't be around for long. Oh yeah, Little Miss
Priss - with her neat pony tails and her sensible clothes - would be
soon be gone. G. O. N. E. Gone. She didn't seem the type to be able
to stand his flippant attitude for long. Mulder grinned at the ceiling.
She was fun though. Fun to tease, that is. Those incredible blue eyes
had lit up with so much passion when she got mad at him in the autopsy
bay yesterday. And underneath those dull, shapeless clothes there was a
hint of a much more shapely body. Overall she was a neat little package.
And she was definitely a great agent - methodical but insightful,
professional but tough enough to handle action - it was just such a
shame that she was so narrow in her thinking. Maybe he could make her
see a few things... what are you thinking, man? She's a spy!
Mulder reached for a seed and put it into his mouth. He tried to push
Dana Scully out of his mind and concentrate on the case. He chewed
thoughtfully on the seed but only one other thought came.
Nine minutes. Nine Minutes.
Lightening flashed outside the window and thunder rumbled deeply. There
was a knock at the door. Mulder swallowed the remains of the seed,
grabbed the candle and went to the door warily. He opened it and saw a
sodden looking Dana Scully standing there. She was shivering and
dressed in a thin burgundy robe that left the majority of her legs
exposed.
"Hi." He said, surprised to see her at all, not to mention see her in
so few clothes. Dull and shapeless?
"I want you to look at something." She said in a feeble voice that
sounded like it was choked with fear. Mulder shrugged and stepped
aside.
"Come on in." He answered and she did just that.
Mulder stared at her as she immediately removed her robe.
Nine minutes, his mind threw up irrationally.
***End of Part One
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Hidden Moments: Bites (2/5)
She was not shapeless. She was stunning. The candlelight made her skin
glow with a startling translucence. Mulder couldn't look away. Modest
white satin bra and panties reminded him of the straight-laced woman who
was currently his FBI partner but tight, feminine curves and delicate
flesh inches away from his own made him forget everything instantly.
His body was concentrated entirely on hers and responding according.
His head felt light as the blood rushed away from it. His nerve endings
were alive with a different reason now.
Dana stood there, aware of being half naked in front of this stranger
and that this wasn't going right. She hadn't thought before she'd come
over here. It had been impulse. She needed to know what those marks
were and if they were- if they were- like the others- whatever =
they were! But Mulder wasn't looking at the marks, he was just looking and
Dana wasn't sure what she was feeling. That was a lie. Dana turned to
look at him and flicked her eyes downwards. He seemed to get the hint,
because he jumped then lowered his eyes and moved closer. Dana was
terrified because of the marks but wasn't so scared that she didn't
recognise what the tightening of her skin at his proximity meant. Her
head was already spinning and she thought for an irrational moment that
she was going to faint. He was so close that she could feel the heat of
the candle on her skin but it was nothing compared to the heat coming
off him.
Mulder swallowed hard and moved closer to her. Without her actually
saying he knew that she had found some marks on her lower back and
wanted him to check them. With gestures and eye contact they'd managed
to convey that, which was something that gave him the shivers without
taking into account this incredible reaction to seeing her like this.
He wanted to reassure her. He wanted to tease her. He wanted to kiss
her. To take her in his arms and lead her to the bed and make love to
her. The pressure in the room was stifling as he lowered the candle and
squatted down, his eyes examining every delicate vertebra down the
length of her spine. Suddenly he was struck by an awful thought, what
if they were the test marks? What if she *had* been tested on? Nine
minutes. His mind was already fuzzy but it just couldn't process why he
actually cared so much that that wasn't true. Arousal and fear and a
dozen sensations that he couldn't place went through him in an instant.
What was taking him so long? Dana thought. The tension was going to
make her scream. Hurry up, she willed. She needed to know that the
marks were nothing serious, to cover herself up, to get out of his gaze.
This was too much for her senses. It wasn't going right somehow.
"What are they?" She demanded, trying to hurry him. Desperate to know.
To end this. She felt his fingers on her back, pulling on the edge of
her panties. The sensation was…"Mulder, what are they?" She
covered.
Mulder allowed himself to wallow in the sensation of touching her skin
for a moment longer. Relief coursed through him and he needed a minute
before he could actually form words. He grinned with the relief.
"Mosquito bites." He said on an outward breath, proud of how calm he
sounded.
"Are you sure?" She asked quickly, moving away from him. Reluctantly
he stood up and watched as the exquisite flesh was hidden from his sight
once again.
"Yeah, I got eaten up alive myself out there." He commented wryly but
before he'd even finished she threw herself into his arms.
Dana was so relieved that she couldn't help herself. His body was so
firm, so strong, so real. Just when her thoughts were all over the
place she needed something solid to cling to. There was one second
somewhere between him saying "yeah" and her body meeting his that she'd
forgotten about the sexual tension she'd experienced, the need for
grounding had been much more important. Now, holding him tightly, she
was aware of it once again. It was so mixed up. There wasn't enough
air in the room.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yes." She answered and pulled back, half relieved and half terrified.
What was happening to her? Rushing into a strange man's bedroom and
stripping off, throwing herself into his arms - this just wasn't like
her. It was more like something Missy would do. Her sister had no fear
of throwing herself at men. But she wasn't throwing herself at Mulder,
she had a reason for coming in here. She had been scared by the marks.
"You're shaking." Mulder commented softly, reaching out to her. Dana
moved away and went to a chair by the window.
"I need to sit down." She said as she sat down. Troubled thoughts
still tumbled through her head.
"Take your time." Mulder responded, sitting down on the other side of
the table and placing the candle down in front of him.
Mulder watched her sit there in the blue light coming in from outside
the window. Rainwater was trickling down the window and casting melting
shadows across his new partner's pale skin. It made it look as if she
was crying, but Mulder knew somehow that Dana Scully was not prone to
weeping fits. These feelings were scaring him; he was actually starting
to care about her. And, God, did he want her right now. He sighed
deeply as he tried to regulate his body, but it wasn't doing much good.
His rationales, his reasoning, his motivations; all of it was
disappearing from his mind in contemplation of her sitting in the
rain-filtered moonlight.
Leave the room now Dana, thank him politely and get out now. Dana stood
up in a reflex action and swayed with indecision. Her feet had
forgotten how to work.
"You're not alright…" Mulder said as he stood up too. He placed a
hand on her arm and Dana jumped convulsively.
"I'm sorry, thank you for... taking a look..." She began and headed for
the door.
Mulder followed behind her and, as she opened the door, put out a
hand to close it again. Dana leant her forehead on the now closed
door. Mulder's hand was right next to her head, still pressed on the
door and holding it closed. He was standing right behind her, not quite
touching but close enough to drive her mad.
"Dana…?" He said softly. "I can't let you go like this."
"I-" she began and turned around. He removed his hand and took a =
step backwards. She leant back on the door and sighed. "I don't always
react like this." She said. "I'm usually much more sensible." She
smiled weakly up at him. He was still standing too close to her for her
sanity.
"Maybe it's the storm." Mulder suggested with a grin that could melt
sheet steel. Her head was too heavy for her shoulders. "I don't feel
quite myself either." Dana knew that this meant nothing but trouble.
"I really should leave…" she tried half-heartedly. Mulder's grin
faded as he moved closer.
"Yes, you should..." he said, but his hands stole around her waist and
pulled her closer.
"This is against Bureau protocol…" Dana said, but all her attention
was focused on his lips as they hovered above her own. "There are
rules…" she said weakly, wanting him to kiss her more than she'd ever
wanted anyone to.
"There's more to life then rules..." he answered and his lips met hers.
***End of Part Two
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Hidden Moments: Bites (3/5)
Reality dissolved around them. Dana could hear what she assumed to be
thunder but it could have been a nuclear explosion for all she cared.
Mulder's hands were molding her hips, her waist, her back. Her own arms
reached out blindly to hold him to her. Her hands threaded through his
hair. Their tongues reached out instinctively, entwining and exploring
the soft wet caverns of their mouths. Dana couldn't touch enough of his
back and his shoulders. Mulder pressed her harder against the door and
she reveled in the sensation of being trapped between the hard wood of
the door and the silken steel of his tight body. Her hands went to his
denim shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and it fell, already
forgotten, to the floor by their feet. Mulder pushed his knee between
her legs and brought his hands up to caress her face and neck. His
thigh pushed against her groin, confusing her with yet more overpowering
sensations. Their lips broke apart as the need for oxygen became an
imperative, but they moved instead to place intense wet kisses on each
others faces.
"Oh Dana, you're so beautiful... I've wanted to do this..." Mulder
groaned as his lips kissed near her ear.
"Fox..." she sighed into his ear. "We shouldn't be doing this..."
They clung to each other.
"I know..." Mulder agreed. "-but I don't wanna stop..."
"Neither do I- Fox..." she moaned as he kissed her throat.
"...Dana, you're- uh-" he said between kisses.
"...Fox.…" she sighed, as she moved her hands and pulled his T-shirt
free of his jeans. Her hands ventured underneath and caressed his
smooth skin, kneading firmly.
Mulder slid his hands to her hips and lifted her a couple of inches off
the floor, holding her tightly against him so that they were almost of a
height. Dana gasped as her feet left the floor. She laughed brightly
and smiled into his eyes. Mulder laughed back and kissed her hard on
the lips, before carrying her to the bed. They both sank down together
into the soft folds, hands exploring avidly. Dana finally succeeded in
removing Mulder's T-shirt and he got as far as unclasping her bra,
before the situation became too desperate to mess about with. Mulder
sat up and struggled out of his jeans, whilst Dana all the while kissed
and caressed his back. They laughed as it took Mulder at least three
times longer than it should have done. Having completed the task,
Mulder lay down next to his partner and looked deeply into her eyes.
She reached over and kissed him. He returned it, touching only her face
at first but his hands soon went to her breasts which were still hidden
by the unclasped, although not removed, bra. Dana shimmed out of her
panties and threw them over the side of the bed uncaringly. She had no
idea why she was doing this. It was stupid and irrational and
dangerous. Mulder rolled her onto her back and they kissed. Dana
wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out his name softly as he
thrust into her.
"Dana- oh Dana..." Mulder groaned into her neck. She dug her nails
into his back and pressed firmly in a line down his well defined spin,
from his shoulder blades to his taught buttocks. Holding on tight when
she reached her target, she pulled him deeper and deeper into her,
meeting his every thrust with one of her own. Their mouths met, tongues
desperately moving and mimicking the actions of their bodies. They
changed position, so that he lay on his back and she was above him. Her
feet twisted into the bed clothes as she moved, rotating her hips, using
her hands to play across his abdomen. Mulder looked up at her, it was
almost funny; he was naked and she still wore her unclasped bra and her
burgundy robe, her long red hair fell across her face almost obscuring
it. He couldn't believe that this was happening. She was the spy.
This could be a set-up. It was too incredible to be real.
Dana look down at Mulder; their eyes met and the communication between
them was so intense that it scared them. To break it Dana leant
forwards and they kissed deeply. Mulder laughed and flipped them back
over so that he was above her again.
"Brute!" She said against his mouth without really meaning it.
"Get used to it." He murmured back. "I'm- an absolute- bastard." =
He punctuated the sentence by trailing kisses across her jaw, then to her
neck and collarbone. Dana clutched at his shoulders, digging nails in.
"Aaahh." He exclaimed as the pain registered.
"Anything you can give…" Dana muttered silkily.
"Whatever you can take…" he answered, his hips increased their tempo
and it was Dana's turn to cry out. There were no more words, only
sensations as they pushed each other through layers of pleasure, finally
reaching the summit with drawn out cries and exclamations.
"Fox…" Dana cried. "Aaaahhh!!" Her body tensed and shattered.
"D-D-Dan-a-a-a..." The word was ripped from his throat as lights
exploded behind his eyes and his body spasmed wildly.
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Mulder pulled the denim shirt back on over his T-shirt. He looked
across at the bed and saw the sleeping form of Dana Scully with the
white blanket covering her. He smiled wryly in remembrance and ran an
unsteady hand through his hair. Now what should he do? Thinking
rationally - which was something he should have been doing before - this
couldn't happen again. When she woke up…He'd tell her...what? That it
had been fun but it wasn't going to happen again? That she should get a
transfer immediately? Great, and have her think that his only reason
for sleeping with her was to get rid of her! It had meant more than
that, but he had no time for this. There was only one important thing
in his life and this couldn't be allowed to get in the way of that.
Finding Samantha was more important than anything, she was the permanent
fixture in his life and there was no room for anything else. Besides,
there was still the possibility that Dana - his mind tripped him up on
her name - that Scully (that was more comfortable) was a spy sent to
distract him. Somehow he knew that wasn't true but this was just too
complicated and he didn't need complications right now. Not when he was
this close to the truth.
***End Of Part Three.
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Hidden Moments: Bites (4/5)
Mulder sank down onto the floor, resting his back against the bed. It
was still raining and the power was still out. He'd wanted to watch
Forbidden Planet on the Sci-fi channel. He laughed at himself and
looked out of the window at the rain. He wouldn't have been able to
answer exactly how long he sat there before Dana began to stir. He
looked over at her. She smiled and propped herself onto one elbow.
Dana was disturbed to find Mulder fully dressed and sitting on the
floor, staring out of the window but she already knew that he was kind
of strange. Cute and sexy, but still strange.
"Hi." She said.
"Hi." He answered with a shrug.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Scully, I.." He began.
"Scully?" She cut in flatly. What had happened to 'Dana'?
"It's not that I didn't enjoy what just happened here, it's just…"
Scully saw red.
"Why not just be straight about it?" She exclaimed angrily. "It meant
nothing," She turned away and straightened her bra to cover her hurt.
"And, anyway, you already told me what a bastard you were."
"It's not that." He said quickly and sincerely. She turned back and
looked at him accusingly. "Look Scully, I want us to be able to work
together, even be friends maybe, but I just can't get involved with
anyone right now. Not when I'm so close to finding the truth."
"The truth about what?" Scully was confused and hurt. "About this
case?"
"Kind of." He replied with a shrug. "The truth about my sister's
disappearance."
Dana's throat contracted as she heard the feeling in his words. Her
anger evaporated, although the hurt lingered.
"Disappearance?" She found herself asking softly, as she lay back down
and propped herself on her elbow again. It seemed important that she
know what it was that drove him. She wanted to know. He sighed deeply
and inhaled a long breath.
"I was twelve when it happened," He began softly. "My sister was
eight. She just disappeared out of her bed one night. Just gone.
Vanished." Scully frowned. No one just disappears. Mulder anticipated
her response and continued. "No note, no phone calls, no evidence of
anything."
"You never found her?" It was more of a statement than a question.
That was it, the truth behind Spooky Mulder, a lost sister. It didn't
explain his wish to rule out a relationship with her even before it
could really start.
"It tore the family apart. No one would talk about it. There were no
facts to confront, nothing to offer any hope."
"What did you do?"
"Eventually I…went off to school in England, and I came back and got
recruited by the Bureau. Seems I had a natural aptitude for applying
behavioral models to criminal cases."
And you shut out everyone who might care about you, Dana mentally added
on, and I am coming to care. I just wish I could explain why.
Mulder was unsure of what to say to her, how much to trust her with.
She'd shared his body but could he trust her with anything more? His
heart kept telling him 'yes', although his mind insisted on 'no'. If he
told her the truth, then she'd stay and if she stayed then maybe...one
day...they could be better placed to try again. Tell her everything.
Scare her off or make her stay.
"My success allowed me a certain freedom to pursue my own interests.
That's when I came across the X Files..."
He turned so that he could look at her straight on. She shifted too,
apparently interested, wanting to know. The look was so sincere. He
wanted to trust...
"By accident?" She asked.
"At first it looked like a garbage dump for UFO sightings, alien
abduction reports, the kind of that stuff most people laugh at as being
ridiculous...but I was fascinated. I read all the cases I could get my
on; hundreds of them. I read everything I could about paranormal
phenomena, about the occult, and.."
He tailed off abruptly, could he trust her with *everything*?
"What?" She asked after the pause became too long. So sincere. Lay it
on the line.
"There's classified government information that I've been trying to
access but someone has been blocking my attempts to get at it."
"Who? I don't understand."
"Someone at a higher level of power. The only reason I've been allowed
to continue with my word is because I've made connections in Congress."
"And they're afraid of what? That you'll leak this information?"
"You're a part of that agenda, you know that."
So that was it, Dana thought. He still thinks I'm a spy. Even after...
He doesn't trust me.
"I'm not a part of any agenda. You've got to trust me. I'm here - just
like you - to solve this."
If I can just convince him of that then maybe-Mulder surprised her =
by suddenly moving closer and their eyes locked. His were fathomless pools
that she couldn't begin to navigate. The storm and the darkness
separated the room from reality and Scully felt cast adrift in an alien
world where Mulder alone knew the rules. The things she wanted were so
simple but his motivations were so much more complex. She wanted to
understand.
"I'm telling you this Scully because you need to know. Because of what
you've seen."
And because you need to understand why I can't have that kind of a
relationship with you or with anyone else, it was unspoken but it was
there.
"In my research I've worked very closely with a man named Dr. Heitz
Werber, and he's taken me through deep regression hypnosis. I've been
able to look into my own repressed memories to the night my sister
disappeared. I can recall a bright light outside and presence in the
room. I was paralyzed. Unable to respond to my sister's calls for
help."
Dana didn't believe in that. Not in aliens and not in hypnosis. There
had been so much recent evidence in medical circles of the dangers of
False Memory Syndrome and the way it had ripped families apart. That's
what Mulder was describing. Scully shook her head to deny what he'd
told her but Mulder moved fast, stopping very close to her face and
forcing her to understand.
"Listen to me Scully, this thing exists!" He insisted.
"But how do you know…?" She countered, desperately. He couldn't throw
his life away for that!
"The government knows about it," he stated and Dana gaped at him. "and
I gotta know what they're protecting. Nothing else matters to me."
Dana read the implicit meaning. Nothing. Not even what happened
tonight.
"And this is as close as I've ever gotten to it." He finished and their
eyes remained locked.
Communication passed back and forth between them. Confusion, hurt,
pain, and finally, understanding; all shared in an instant that neither
would have believed could possibly happen just the day before. The
ringing telephone snapped the escalating tension, giving them both an
easy way out of the moment. Something else to concentrate on instead of
their changing relationship. Work.
***End of Part Four
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Hidden Moments: Bites (5/5)
Scully's Bedroom
Scully may have been physically lying in bed but mentally she was still
standing behind that one-way mirror in the Hoover Building; watching
Mulder watching her. He couldn't possibly have known that she was
standing there and yet his look had been so piercing and so completely
intended for her. She'd never met a man with such intensely expressive
eyes. He could tell her a thousand things without ever altering his
facial expression. It was so unlike anything she'd ever known that it
scared her deep down inside in some place she'd never even known
existed. It also excited the heck out of her. It was more than a
sexual thrill, Fox Mulder excited her mind too. People wrote him off as
'Spooky Mulder' in such a blas=E9 fashion but he had the most amazing
intensity within him. He oozed with a power that Scully had never
encountered in anyone before. What others saw as 'Spooky' was exactly
what fascinated her. He challenged her. His mind was a kaleidoscope
that distorted and fragmented her rational convictions into complex
patterns that seemed to make no sense. Yet, while his convictions were
so firm on something so ludicrous, she couldn't fault his skill as an
agent. She'd checked out his record and drawn conclusions based on her
limited - but intimate - acquaintance with him. If only he played by
the rules he'd be a star in the Bureau.
<"There's more to life then rules..."> Scully tried to shut that out.
Okay, so the sex had been intense too, but that wasn't the reason she
was staying with the X Files. Mulder had actually said to her face that
there was no way it would ever happen again. It was right that it
wouldn't happen again. After all, it wasn't like she was in love with
him or anything. Working together day in day out would cure her of
these feelings. It had meant as little to her as it evidently did to
him - she reasoned - but that didn't stop her remembering the feel of
hands on her?
The ringing of the phone awoke her from the daydreams, which were
blocking her sleep. She reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?" She said into the receiver.
"Scully?" The voice that murmured her first name in her daydream
drawled into her ear. "It's me, I haven't been able to sleep."
He couldn't have been thinking of the same thing as her, could he?
"I talked to the DA's office in Linden County, Oregon. There's no case
file on Billy Miles. The paperwork we filed is gone."
He paused as if expecting her to say something. She didn't understand
what was happening here and she didn't believe what he did. Still,
something *had* happened - the dead kids, Billy Miles, the marks, that
bright light in the woods - and she wanted to know what it was.
"We need to talk Scully." He tagged on softly as if he'd heard her
thoughts.
"Yes." Scully replied flatly, but then smiled. She wanted to know and
she had plenty of time to find out because she wasn't going anywhere.
"Tomorrow."
Scully listened to the silence from the other end of the line. His turn
to say nothing. What was he thinking? Was he glad she was staying or
did he want her to go? He was calling her in the middle of the night,
was that a positive sign? Scully could only hope that one day he might
actually trust her.
She hung the phone up.
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Mulder's Apartment
Mulder stared at the softly humming receiver for a long moment. Despite
all his carefully constructed barriers, she had crept under his skin
somehow and he wasn't sure that he liked it. She made him lose his
focus in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time but he wouldn't let
it get in his way. He couldn't let it. His path was already determined
for him and not even these odd sensations inspired by this tough little
woman were going to deflect him from that road.
"Tomorrow." That soft voice had stated like a promise or a threat. He
wasn't going to get rid of her in a hurry and the most worrying aspect
was that he didn't want to. For some strange reason it appeared that she would be staying.
Despite himself, Mulder was smiling as he replaced the receiver in it's
cradle.
They made a good team and that's all they would be until? Well, until one
of them cracked.
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"Why is this so hard to believe?" Fox Mulder - Terma
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would hope that other writers would grant me the same respect if an idea
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who reads this understands it's meaning but, whether you do or don't,
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