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Temporary Home: Chapter 24

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Yondu notices something's up with you. Will he finally get you to open up, or will you just keep brushing it off and pretend everything's ok?

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Author’s Note: For my records this chapter ends on day 63 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5,460

It was near midnight, and you knew you really shouldn't, but you also couldn't help yourself. You just really wanted to take some time to be alone with your thoughts. The cold air would do you some good, surely. Perhaps it would also have an added bonus of tiring you out, too.

You quietly pulled on a pair of jeans, careful not to wake Mantis, and slipped out your bedroom door. Carefully, you make your way down the stairs in the dark and into the hall where you locate your boots and jacket. Now fully dressed to go out, you head for the back door as you put in just one earbud- a lesson learned, or possibly paranoia acquired, from the last time you went out for one of your late-night walks.

Your fingers had only just managed to grasp the cold metal of the doorknob when the kitchen light suddenly flicked on and made you flinch so badly you nearly dropped your phone.

"Bed." came an all-too-familiar stern voice from behind you. "I dunno what you think yer up to, but what yer gonna be up to is my boot in yer ass if ya don't get yer ass to bed."

Turning, you frown. "Just who do you think-"

"I'm the person who's gonna shove my arrow up your ass if you think yer gonna go walkin'-about at night after what happened last time." Yondu stared you down, he kept his tone low, possibly so as to not wake the others, but that only added to the menacing quality of it.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Look, I'm just gonna- How did you- " You sigh. "Were you spying on me again?"

"Ain't spyin' if ya make it obvious."

"Make what obvious?"

"That somethin's eatin' ya. Ya been actin' funny all day- didn't take much to figure ya'd try an' go out walkin' in those trees again tonight."

You frown. "Nothing's 'eating me,' and I think I'm well old enough to walk around my own property whenever I so choose without some old codger trying to play Sherlock."

Yondu blinked. "I'm gonna ignore that I have no idea what you just said." He gestured to the kitchen table. "Sit. "

"You don't get to tel-"

"Sit."

You frown again, but obey with a defeated sigh.

"Now spill it."

* * *

It had all started with a dream. Ironically, it had actually been a nice one. You had dreamt of your family. You were happy.

Funny how such a happy dream could result in you being sad upon waking, but you supposed it shouldn't surprise you. In your dream you were with your family, and happy. When you woke, you woke alone in your bed, and the knowledge that your family was gone and wouldn't be there, quickly crept back in.

You did your best not to let it show; your housemates had likely suffered enough from your "moods" already, and you were determined to keep it together. Turn over a new leaf. Make the most of having people around before they left- because you knew they would leave.

You'd wait this out, let it pass. It was just one of those days. Things would be better tomorrow, right? This has happened countless times before, and you always managed to pull yourself together. Now you had people in your care, which made doing so even more important. Time to buck up.

That said, after breakfast you had still spent a better part of the morning in the attic, flipping through old photos and wondering what might have been. Eventually you forced yourself to leave and go be social with the others in your home. This type of behavior was evidenced to worry them some in the past.

No sooner had you touched down on the ground floor did you hear a knock at the door, almost as if whoever was at the door had been waiting for you to come down. It was just Fury and Agent Hill for a weekly check-in, and you greeted them in.

Tea was offered, which they declined, as expected. The visit was brief, as the restock had occurred the previous week, and there weren't really any problems or concerns that required attention. You were quiet, which didn't go unnoticed, but it didn't quite raise any alarms. At least, not that anyone said.

* * *

You stared at Yondu for a moment before speaking. "There's literally nothing to spill."

Even if there was- which there definitely wasn't- why would you tell him? Why would he care? The man before you was but a guest in your home, a temporary visitor. A fleeting companion-

Yondu rolled his eyes. "Alright then, if that's true, then why'd ya spend the morning hiding in the attic?"

With a dramatic roll of your own eyes you reply, "I was just sorting through some old crap- I wasn't hiding. Didn't realize you were so nosy about my business. Should I write you an itinerary of when I plan to wipe my ass too?" Alright, that might have been a bit over-the-top, but you couldn't quite help feeling cornered. You subtly took a deep breath and attempted to gather yourself so you might treat this like you would any other interrogation. Calm and collected. Try to tone down the bitter sarcasm.

Yondu ignored your rude mock-offer, his stern expression never wavering as he said, "Right, so if there ain't nothing wrong then how's come ya just let Rocket walk all over ya today?"

You scoff. "I did not."

* * *

After Fury left you decided to go out and practice your archery. It had been awhile, and you had hoped that listening to some music while preforming the activity would lift you out of your funk.

It didn't quite, but it didn't exactly make it any worse either, so that was a plus.

About the third time you emptied your quiver there was a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, it was Yondu, and he had come to find you because apparently no one could find the laundry soap.

"Should be in the cabinet next to the machine like always."

"Looked in all the cabinets. Ain't there."

Sighing softly, you say, "Give me a minute," and you go to collect your arrows from the target.

After shelving your bow and quiver in the shed you check the cabinets and cupboards for yourself, just to check that someone hadn't misplaced it.

Rocket enters the kitchen just as you close the last cabinet with a sigh and asks what you and the others were looking for, seeing as Gamora and Kraglin had also decided to give the cabinets another once-over.

Gamora glances over, shutting a cabinet door as she stands up. "Have you seen the laundry soap?"

"Yeah, used the last of it yesterday."

Gamora glared at him. "Then why didn't you say you finished the bottle?"

Rocket merely shrugged and hopped up on the counter to grab a drinking glass, clearly unbothered by his dickish move. Now he just had to wait for you to start complaining so he could snark back at you. Re-enforce that you two got under each other's skin.

"Ah," you say softly, mentally kicking yourself for not thinking to check the bin. You grab your keys from the countertop. "I'm gonna make a run into town then."

Rocket's ears twitched.

That was it? He didn't turn to face you, but something didn't feel right. You hadn't yelled at him. No snark for him being annoying. No complaints about him being a dick. No nothing. Now that he was thinking about it, you also hadn't come around for him to try and pass the prank remote back to you at all today either. Were you still mad about the whole 'trying to convince Gamora that you were after her boyfriend' thing? Weren't you were over that?

Yondu shares a look with the other two. Any other day you would have made some type of comment about how the raccoon drove you up a wall. Today- nothing? Something was up. Were you sick? Yondu knew damn well you wouldn't have taken his threat to chain you and Rocket together for fighting that seriously.

* * *

Yondu gave you a look that said he clearly knew better. "Bull." He leaned forward onto his elbows on the table. "Any other day ya would've ripped the rat a new one for what he done. Today- not a peep. Try and explain that one." He softly smacked the table and sat back up.

You exhaled out your nose. He did have you there, but you were confident you could turn it back around. "It's called picking your battles, and fighting over laundry wasn't something I cared to waste time doing."

"So yer sayin ya wasn't in the mood."

"Doesn't mean it was because something is wrong."

Yondu looked down and softly nodded his head a bit. "Sure, Sure." He looked back up to meet your gaze, a small grin nearly gracing his lips as if he had something. "Ya know I ain't the only one that noticed, right? Kraglin mentioned ya seemed pretty off on yer little trip into town. Barely spoke the whole time... He might have mentioned being concerned you might be withholding some bad news from us..."

* * *

After just completely ignoring Rocket you had turned to leave the kitchen.

Yondu threw Kraglin some nonverbal cues that Kraglin understood well from years of working together.

Taking the hint, Kraglin speaks up. "Uh, ya mind if I tag along? Might like to... uh... take ya up on your offer from last time. See a Terran town."

It had been less of an offer when you made it and more of a 'he'd be less annoying than Peter,' but you allowed it anyway. "Sure. I don't care." You didn't bother turning around as you spoke, just continued out into the hall to grab your jacket.

Kraglin exchanged another look with Yondu and Gamora before leaving the kitchen to follow you.

You didn't say anything as you waited for Kraglin to pull on his boots and that poncho of his before heading out the door. Didn't say anything heading to the car. Didn't say anything heading down the drive.

Kraglin sat there awkwardly, not sure how to break the silence. Eventually he settled on, "So, uh, you're mighty quiet today."

"Hmm."

"Ah... wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"What's got ya so quiet?"

"Not quiet. Just don't have anything to say."

"Uh huh..."

You exhale softly out your nose. "If you want to talk you're more than welcome to supply the conversation. Otherwise you can't complain if I'm boring." You forced a chuckle, keeping your attention on the road.

Kraglin sat silent for a moment, unsure of what kind of topic to bring up. If he pushed that he thought something was up with you, you'd be more likely to get cranky than spill whatever it was. Maybe he should try... the weather? It was lame, but really all he could come up with in the moment. "So, uh... the weather... I noticed it's getting to be a bit colder out. This one of those planets with the swingy weather?"

"Swingy weather?"

"Yeah, you know. Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's cold, sometimes it rains acid..."

You shoot him a look mixed of alarm and surprise. "Aha... I don't know what kind of places you've been, but it doesn't rain acid here." Yes, you were aware there was such a thing as 'acid rain' on earth, but you had a feeling he was referring to literal melt-your-face-off acid rather than the 'erodes landmarks and statues' kind. "But yeah, the weather changes with the seasons here. Hope you aren't used to living in very warm places, it's only going to get cooler over the next months. "

"Well I've been all types of places with different weathers, but the Eclector- Yondu's ship- was temperature controlled, kept a little on the cool side, so I'll be good." He chuckled. "Hell, some of my favorite places were cold, like Contraxia."

"Oh really? What's that like?

"Uh..." Kraglin suddenly regretted mentioning it. It suddenly seemed possibly vulgar to describe what he liked about Contraxia to a lady, not to mention considering Terran ladies were supposedly extra uptight about that sorta stuff, if what he learned from watching Terran television was true. "... nevermind. It's actually not that interesting."

A short glance over showed you that a cast of blue was dusting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. A small giggle, a real one this time, escaped you. "Are you blushing?"

"No!" he replied defensively despite clearly feeing the heat rise in his face. Stars, why did he have to be one of those easy blushers? The fact that he was self-conscious about it of course only served to make matters worse, as he'd only blush more.

You glanced over again, grinning to see the blue shade deepen. "Oh my gosh, you're totally blushing! What kinda place is Contraxia that it makes you blush like that!"

Kraglin pouted a bit and sank in his seat. "A frozen place. Next subject."

You bit your lip in an attempt to stop giggling. "Alright then, keep your secrets." You could have pushed the matter just to see how flustered he might get, but you decided to have mercy and change the subject. "I'd ask how you're enjoying Earth so far, but I think you've really only seen my house and maybe a little bit of wherever they were keeping you at SHIELD, so..."

"Terra's fine. Ya got nice trees."

You nodded. "I suppose we do."

It was quiet for a bit after that so you turned the radio on, and it remained the main source of sound in the car the rest of the way into town.

* * *

You roll your eyes. "I just don't talk much during car rides. Doesn't mean the sky is falling."

Yondu frowned. "I really hope that's just one of yer funny Terran phrases and that ya'll don't actually think the sky can fall on ya."

"Of course it's just a phrase!" you scoff.

Yondu held his hands up. "Just checkin'." He grinned slightly, and you wondered if he had already known that and just wanted to tease you. "So, I take it that package wasn't anythin' to worry about either?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Package?"

"Yes, the one Kraglin said ya stopped to pick up while the two of yas was in town."

'Oh, that package,' you thought.

The realization must have shown on your face, because then Yondu spoke again. "Kraglin said you acted kinda shifty about it... Could it have anything to do with why yer sneaking out?"

* * *

First visit in town was the post, as it had been awhile since you grabbed the mail. You parked and gave Kraglin the option of staying in the car or coming in with you, and he opted to join you rather than stay bored in the car.

You posted the bills while Kraglin looked over the photos on the post-cards. You noticed he was getting funny looks from an old woman in the next line when you requested any mail you might have waiting. It was likely his neck tattoos that caught her attention. Or the poncho. Or the funny haircut. Looking 'different' was the typical fodder that made old people scoff. Shallow and harmless, but you supposed you should make an effort to make this trip short to limit the amount of attention he could attract. Sure, he passed for a 'normal earthling,' but you never knew what other passible aliens might also be near or might be asking around for a man with his distinct description.

Finally, the postman came back with a small box. A package you had forgotten you had ordered. You signed for it and ushered Kraglin out the door.

"What's that?" Kraglin asked when the two of you were back outside. He knew he was being nosey, but he was just trying to make any attempt at conversation.

"Nothing important for now." You toss the package in the back seat before settling into the drivers seat. You knew what it had to be, but you couldn't bring yourself to be that excited about its arrival today. Perhaps you'd obtain the proper excitement for it later when your current funk passed.

"Alright then..." Kraglin shrugged and got in the car. He thought your answer to that question was odd. It wasn't important for now... So did that mean it would be important later? How important? Good or bad? Was that package the reason you were acting funny?

He shook those thoughts away. He was definitely overthinking it. Right?

The drive to the shop was short and quiet, much like the actual shopping. You barely said a word and much of Kraglin's attempts to make conversation fell flat, only resulting in short answers from you. You didn't seem angry at him for trying, or sad, or anything really. You just seemed kinda... empty? It was almost eerie.

When the two of you got back in the car to go back to the house Kraglin couldn't help himself- he just had to say something.

"Look, sorry to pry, but... I know we ain't been with ya long- but we've been staying with ya long enough to know this isn't how ya normally act. Ya sure you're alright, ma'am?"

You sigh, buckling your seatbelt. You offer him a short glance before turning the car on. "Just tired I guess," you lie.

Kraglin frowned. He didn't believe you, but he didn't press it.

He helped you with the messages when you got home, and despite there only being a couple bags you didn't try to stop him or any of that "I don't need help" nonsense you had been wont to do. The closest you got was to ensure you were the one to take in the package, which you immediately took upstairs before coming back down to help put the shopping away.

This was only further evidence for him that something was up.

As you put the last of the shopping away he shared a look with Yondu to confirm their suspicions. Something was off with you, but what?

* * *

You had nearly forgotten about the package after having stored it safely away upstairs. "The package has nothing to do with anything," you tell him. It wasn't a lie. It really didn't have anything to do with why you had wanted to go out for a walk tonight. "And you're being way too nosy."

"I disagree, missy." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Ya still ain't told me why ya'd wanna go walking back out in those woods tonight after what happened the last time, so how do I know it ain't got nothing to do with that package? Krags was right, yer acting kinda shifty and it'd be a shame if I had to call that Fury feller-"

"Glitter," you interrupted him, answering begrudgingly. Like hell you were going to let him call Fury for literally nothing, because you knew he wouldn't see it as nothing, and you weren't sure what he'd do about it- just that he wouldn't exactly be thrilled with you.

Yondu now looked confused, so you continued. "It was a package of glitter."

"What's 'glitter'?"

Sighing, you explain, again begrudgingly. "It's like, tiny sparkly flecks."

"Uh huh… and you were all shifty about tiny sparkly flecks 'cause…?"

You run a hand over you face, which was now growing warm. "It was for a prank-"

He cut you off. "Now I could have sworn I've told both you and Quill to knock that off severa-"

You cut in off in return. "No, I ordered it back when Peter and I were in that prank war. It just took way too long to get here. Didn't come until now after it was all over. Mail here can be real slow sometimes. Don't worry, we haven't started pranking each other again." Half a lie. You had started pranking again, Peter just didn't know that yet.

Yondu's demeanor changed. He straightened a bit and smiled. "Oh really. So ya haven't been pulling any pranks lately?"

"No?" You didn't like his tone.

"Nothing at all?" Yondu grinned before examining his nails. "So I guess you and rat haven't been pulling something over on Quill, and you two weren't discussing it upstairs this afternoon? Is that right?"

Damn.

* * *

Throughout the day it was clear you were trying to seem normal, but Yondu could see right through it. You might not have been a super "bright and cheery" type, but this quietness wasn't you either. At least, not since those first few days when they first got here, but you had been awful cranky about Fury's stunt then, and had since seemingly gotten over that.

He tried to keep an eye on you without being too obvious about it.

After the shopping was put away you had made your way into the sitting room, and a few minutes later he followed in with Kraglin.

The pair made their way to the table at the back of the room to play a game of cards, taking note that you were now curled up in an armchair with a book.

After a few rounds Yondu glances up and realizes he can no longer see the top of the back of your head in the armchair. Under the guise of standing to stretch his back he peeks to see if you had actually managed to leave without him noticing, only to find that you, in fact, had not.

Rather, he couldn't see the back of your head anymore because you had seemingly slipped down into the chair and had fallen asleep.

Yondu grinned and motioned for Kraglin to look.

Kraglin let out a soft chuckle. "I guess maybe she really was just tired like she said."

Yondu shook his head and grinned, a little relieved but glad he was wrong about something being up.

That relief only lasted as long as your nap, for when you woke up it was just more of the same.

You were physically present, but Yondu could read that you were mentally off somewhere else from a mile away, and he wasn't the only one.

Peter and Gamora tried engaging you in conversation, trading war stories so-to-speak. You engaged, listened and even provided a couple of your own, but it was obvious you weren't fully there for it. It was like you were humoring them, going through the motions.

It was the same when Mantis invited you to play hide-and-seek with her, Drax, and Groot. You accepted the invitation, and would smile for them, but there was no mirth behind your eyes.

Rocket hadn't forgotten how you acted that morning, how you hadn't yelled at him for being a dick when any other time you would have.

He caught you in the hall after dinner when no one else was around and you were headed upstairs, and attempted to do a "sneaky trade-off" with the remote like you two had been successfully doing for awhile now.

You didn't accept it.

You simply offered a quick shake of your head, your face expressionless, and continued up the stairs.

Rocket stared after you for a moment. You were nearly to the top of the stairs before he decided to catch up and see what the deal was.

Once on the landing outside your door he tugged on your clothes to quietly get your attention and when you looked down he whispered up at you. "Hey, what gives? We're supposed to pass it back and forth, that's how this works. So Quill don't catch on, remember?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine if you hold onto it for tonight," you reply back quietly, secure in the knowledge that no one was around to hear the exchange.

"Is this about yesterday? Are you really still mad about that?"

"Yesterday?"

"The whole telling Gamora that you-"

"Oh that," you cut him off. "No." Truthfully, you had completely forgotten about Rocket's little lie to Gamora that you and Peter would pair up and "ride off into the sunset and make a ton of Terran babies." Your mind had been preoccupied with other things, mostly: 'not appearing as if your mind was on other things.'

"Then what gives?"

"Nothing." You roll your eyes and put our your hand. "Just give it here then if you're so worried about it."

"I ain't worried, I'm just trying to figure out why you're acting weird." Rocket handed over the remote.

Frowning, you place the remote in your pocket. "I'm not acting weird, you are."

"Me?! How am I acting weird?!" Rocket was doing his best to keep his volume down.

"You're asking why am acting weird, and you don't give a crap about anybody. Therefore, you're the one being weird."

Rocket's ears twitched. "You're right. I don't care. Don't even know why we're having this conversation." He turned to go back down the stairs. "Smell ya later, loser."

You sigh watching him leave, wondering if you had actually offended him and feeling slightly guilty for it.

* * *

You swallow, and then sigh. "What do yo-" You stop. How were you about to be that stupid? Had you really fallen that far off your game? He had nothing. He had given enough details to make it look like you'd been caught, but he had still been too vague. This must be a trick. Make you think he had something so you'd confess your crimes. You knew better than that. You switch gears. "If you're going to eavesdrop maybe at least make sure you understand what you're hearing. Not sure how you got "pranking Quill" out of discussing laundry with Rocket."

"Save it." Yondu leans back onto the table. "Don't even try to deny it. I have my ways of knowing what goes on without peeping on your conversations, girly. I know all about you and Rocket's little remote prank."

You exhale out your nose. "Who told you?" Alright, maybe he wasn't bluffing. Knowing the prank involved a remote was a little too specific for him not to know something. Had Rocket sold you out just because you gave him grief earlier? Why that disloyal little-

Yondu scoffs with a grin. "Now, I never give away my sources… Let's just say a little birdie-"

Right then it clicked. "Mantis."

Yondu blinked. "Now like I said, I never-"

"Don't bother. It was Mantis. You ain't slick."

* * *

"I think you hurt his feelings."

You jump nearly out of your skin and spin around to find Mantis in the doorway of your bedroom. "How long have you been standing there."

"Only just now."

You raise an eyebrow.

"But I could hear you two arguing from inside the room. I know Rocket acts like he doesn't care, but he's like you. He cares, he just doesn't like to say."

"I-" You didn't know how to respond. You felt you couldn't exactly argue with her, for all you knew she had literally felt his feelings and knew it for fact. You were also concerned you'd inadvertently open up a dialogue about feelings- and you weren't exactly in the mood for that. After a beat you settled on, "Alright."

She seemingly ignored the awkwardness of your response and stepped out of the doorway and made her way around you, heading to the stairs. As she passed she said, "He's going to pretend that it doesn't bother him, but it might not hurt to say sorry."

You didn't respond, and she didn't seem to need one. She merely glanced at you with an expression that displayed both concern and understanding before taking off down the stairs.

You simply shook your head and retreated into your bedroom.

Downstairs, Yondu had been sitting on the hall bench, quietly waiting. He had just come out of the kitchen when he saw Rocket trailing up the stairs after you, and thought he'd stick around. Whether to make sure the two of you weren't arguing, or to make sure you did, he wasn't sure. He couldn't make out what you and Rocket had been whispering about, as he didn't want to draw attention to himself or be caught eavesdropping by moving closer to the stairs. He was about to give up after seeing Rocket come back down in a huff, but he saw an opportunity to figure it out after Mantis also descended a short bit after Rocket.

He caught up to Mantis at the bottom of the stairs and asked if she knew "why Rocket came down in such a huff for?" under the guise of concern.

Mantis, being Mantis, had no problem informing him that the two of you had gotten into an argument. She looked around the hall and then whispered. "I think they were arguing about the prank they've been pulling on Peter."

"Prank?" he asked. He hadn't noticed you or Rocket pulling any pranks. In fact, he thought you had mellowed out quite a bit lately as far as pranks were concerned.

Her whispers became excited as she clarified. "Oh yes! Sometimes I hear them talk about it from the bedroom! They have this little remote- it's why the TV always shuts off on Peter. I don't think they know I can hear them, but I've been keeping it a secret, just like you taught me to do with practical jokes!"

Yondu smiled. Bug was cute sometimes, and he didn't have the heart to tell her that she had just failed to keep it a secret by telling him. Not that he minded, he wouldn't argue with being handed a little leverage, after all. Might come in handy.

* * *

Yondu half frowned at you. "Anyway-" he started, "birdie told me that you and Rocket have been pulling a prank on Quill... and it'd be a shame if he were to find out the real reason the TV always shuts off on him..."

You tilt your head back with a sigh. "What do you want?"

"For ya to tell me why ya'd want to do somethin' as fool-headed as go walkin' about in the woods at night- and I don't wanna hear no shit about just wantin' some fresh air neither."

Defeated, you look at him. "Why do you care?"

Yondu faltered a moment. He hadn't prepared for having to answer why he was stopping you from going out, or why he had bothered to notice something had been gnawing at you, or why he wanted you to open up to him. Needless to say, he couldn't bring himself to say it. Call him a hypocrite, but he wasn't about to talk about his own feelings. About how he saw a little of himself in you, or that Kraglin might be right and he might be getting just a little bit attached and didn't wanna see you get hurt again, or how it had felt watching a new friend almost die in his arms and not knowing if they'd be able to save you. He opened his mouth and then closed it again.

Finally, with a frown, he spoke in a tone that was softer than you might have expected. "It ain't ever gonna get better if you don't talk about it."

You blinked and just stared at him for a moment, and he stared back at you. You glance down at the table between you. "Talking about stuff won't make it any better, either."

"So ya finally admit there's somethin' eatin' you." He didn't need you to confirm to know it- he could tell it almost from the moment he met you- but a confirmation would be a step in the right direction.

There was a hint of cheek to his voice and you half-heartedly glared up at him. Were you really about to tell someone about the night that destroyed you? Would it be a mistake if you did? And what was it about him that made you even consider it, anyhow?

He again rose his hands in a defensive gesture, but he could tell most of the fight had left you. Lowering his hands, he looked at you expectantly.

With a sigh, you rest your phone and keys on the table, meet his gaze, and finally begin to open up.

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