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Call me Ari. Bi sexual mess. 18+ Ocassionally NSFW. Ocassional Kink.
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jason trying to flirt and reader freaking out gives me life. (dw jason i bet she wants to kiss you too (if she doesnt i might))
When you hesitated to name a book, afraid of being mocked maybe. Or afraid to be vulnerable, Jason took a shot in the dark. Looking up at the shelves. Looking for something well loved. Something you'd keep where you could reach it whenever you wanted comfort. Something you held close to your heart. That you'd read and reread. Worn but not destroyed. Venerated. It would almost feel like something sacred.
Every lonely kid had that book.
And when he locked eyes on it, he smiled. He got up off the floor and walked across the room, aware that he was being watched. He could feel a prickle of warning. A crackle of anxiety tugging at him. And he forced himself to breathe. Yeah, it was a kiddie book. A whole set of them. But, you liked books with happy endings.
"Convert me?" Jason hummed, "I never really liked fairy tales."
"No?"
"It's kinda hard to worry about chivalry when you live like I did," he said sitting back down- suppressing a pang with difficulty. He hadn't thought about his mom and dad in a long time. He kept them buried. It was easier. To not remember the way cancer had a smell. And the way that without insurance drugs just managed the pain. And his dad drank because it hurt. And because it hurt and he drank he couldn't hold a job. And because he couldn't hold a job he just kept doing crimes.
Books had to have a point. Fairy tales and delicate little "girl books" felt ephemeral and frivolous. Austen. Shelley. Poe. Homer. Christie. All that had a point.
"I'm sorry-"
"It's alright," he said exhaling roughly. It wasn't about him. And when he felt you try to pull back, trembling from the strain he shook his head and sank to the floor. "Don't worry about me, okay. Not right now anyway."
"It hurts-"
"Sometimes," he admitted. "But if I read this for a while maybe I'll forget-"
"You can borrow-"
"I was going to read it to you," he mumbled, cheeks heating. He meant to just come in and start doing it. He'd hoped you'd just curl up with him and doze off.
"Oh."
"Is that okay?" he asked, not sure what to make of your reaction. Or your feelings. They're still a snarl- and mostly self-hatred.
"Yeah," you murmur. "Your voice is nice when you're not being mean."
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Bruce wayne (public persona) was once asked by a journalist what crust punk was.
He answered, after sipping champagne "using store brand moisturizer"
Dick has unearthed this clip of 21 year old Bruce dressed like a whole whore and being out of touch. He posted it to insta. The internet will not stop making memes.
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and yet, barring dick is completely understandable
He just doesn't know when to shut the fuck up during a rom com
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Jason todd is the only batboy allowed at girls night.
Dick is mortally offended by this
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Batfam as cats and dogs
I offer no explanation. You can argue in the tags if you want
Bruce: Siamese
Dick: chihuahua
Jason: Husky
Tim: Dachshund
Stephanie: Orange Cat
Cass: German Shepherd
Duke: Great Pyrenees
Damian: American Akita
Alfred: Persian Cat
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Hi, would you write about a self conscious reader who is going through a crisis with accepting herself and reveals that to jason todd in an emotional state like the dramatic “i hate myself” thing. Kinda having a moment like that myself and i need to read something that i can identify with
Your door was shut when Jason got there. He could feel the emotional angst leaking through the door. It slid over him like ooze. Over his skin and down his throat.
But he forced himself to breathe. Like last night. If he focused, he could find the edges of what he was feeling and push your influence back. You weren't focused on him.
He exhaled slowly and knocked, waiting. "Y/N? It's Jason" No one was in the hall but somehow it felt like everyone was in the hall. The trouble with living in a house of nosey bitches.
A solenoid disengaged and he pushed the handle. Letting himself inside, leaving the door cracked. Mostly so you didn't feel trapped.
As soon as he stepped into the room, the atmosphere was crushing. Oppressive. A sensation of being cold and humid. Self hatred, grief, and shame. And he can feel you trying desperately to pull those feelings under the surface. Wrestle them into submission.
Sweat prickling on your forehead from the effort.
"You should probably go," you manage.
Jason winces and takes a deep breath, forcing himself into a state of calm. Remembering how he deals with scared little kids and abuse victims. "What can I do?" he asked softly, moving closer. Below you, out your window you're watching everyone else. In the sun and playing outside. Shaking off the night-terrors you'd given them and the stress of patrol with water guns and slips and slides- a home made water park around the pool. Christ. It's no wonder you hate yourself.
"I'm fine. I just. I just-" Your voice is rough with unshed tears and when you break off, resting your head against the glass, Jason smiles a little.
"Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional," he chuckled. "We've all been there. You're just a little more obvious about it."
You make a soft miserable noise and he shakes his head, "No one wants you to stay away, "he murmured, changing tack. "Bruce gives us nightmares all the time. Ask Dick about his party hard days some time. His nudes got "leaked" once as a distraction when I was a kid and all the girls had them. It was gross."
When you huff a soft laugh, he nods towards your book shelf, "Not a lot of heavy lifting going on there," he teased, referencing the romances and young adult novels- a fair number of children's classics he noticed.
"I like happy endings," you murmur. "I don't- I just get overwhelmed. I get tired of being a monster."
Jason nodded. He didn't want to tease you for your books anymore. "You're not a monster, Y/N," he whispered. He'd spent a lot of time watching you. You offered kindness in a hundred different ways. Doing little things to help Alfred. Taking odd shifts for Barbara. Refilling Tim's water. Stocking gear. Taking time to just chill with Cass... he'd probably missed a lot of details. But a monster wouldn't do that.
"I feel like one. All the time. I feel like I'd be better off dead. Like if they would have been too late-"
"If they would have been too late, it would have been for nothing," Jason said, wiping tears off your cheeks tenderly as he knelt to cradle your face in his hands. "Those bastards that hurt you are monsters. You were a baby."
You don't meet his eyes but he can feel pain. A deep fissure that never healed. Like a wound that needed packed and never got it. Rotting and festering this whole time. Inflamed and ready to send you recoiling at the lightest touch. "Got a favorite happy ending?" he asked. "I'll read it to you if you want-"
"Aren't you an Austen snob?"
"Please. As if I could get away without reading at least a couple of Alfred's trashy Romance novels. Some of them are charming... a couple are even pretty decent writing. As long as they don't spend too much time describing the dude's cock."
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Captain America: Spy Games on AO3
Rated M [Smut, non-graphic violence, other adult themes]
Reimaged Ian Fleming's "From Russia With Love" in a Marvel AU series set during the Cold War (but Steve's no James Bond).
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With the latest Science Experiment!Reader - how would Jason react after her nightmare? Would Jason try to stay with her after the nightmare so she doesn’t wake up alone and drugged? Or would he leave, then sneak back up there? Or would she react badly to him being there?
Ari, I can’t thank you enough for sharing these stories - I simply adore them, and am so grateful that you share the gifts of your Muse with us. Be safe, well, and as happy as possible.
I'm just doing my best. One dummy with a laptop and a dream
For two days, you were like a ghost.
The only evidence you'd been anywhere was a shadow. A sense of unease they hadn't felt themselves. A whiff of body spray lingering. The rattle of ice in a metal water bottle.
You hardly ate. You didn't sleep. But you worked. Usually, while the rest of them slept. Buried under piles of data, evidence, and reports. Watching out for new leads.
And Jason could hardly stand it by day three. He looked at your empty chair at breakfast. Everyone else had long since left. Leaving he and Bruce the only ones still nursing coffee. "Don't," Bruce cautioned.
"You tell the rest of us to get over it," Jason snorted.
"The rest of you can't make people kill themselves with your mind," Bruce sighed.
"I can make it look like they did," Jason said.
"Not the same thing."
"But-"
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, "Listen. She feels guilty. She feels ashamed. And she's trying to maintain control. I spoke to her and she was... less than stable. It's uncomfortable for her to be this close to people. And it's... well frankly not comfortable for people to be around her unless they're prepared to deal-"
"I watched her scream like a cat in a blender and twist herself into a pretzel while she made Alfred damn near piss his pants," Jason huffed. "I think I can handle some self-hatred and guilt."
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#ask answered#minors dni#reader insert#science#science experiment!reverse
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What happens when science experiment!reader has a nightmare? (Given her background I imagine she’d get them, right? I mean, whenever she does actually get to sleep, that is…)
Also I love you ari. You’re a gift to this fandom and I hope you’re good xxxxx
Jason woke up in a cold sweat, eyes glowing green and his heart racing. Blood singing in his ears and his muscles seized in sheer terror.
In the hall, distantly, he heard a scream. And other places he heard doors open and slam shut. Heavy steps on plush carpet.
Except the feeling didn't go away. It kept going. Pushing adrenaline through his body. Telling him to fight- when there was nothing to fight. He stifled a yell with difficulty and got out of bed. Opening his door just in time to see Bruce sprint past him "Stay, " he barked.
But- when Alfred was just ahead of him- disappearing up a different staircase that would lead to your room- well. "Like hell," he grumbled. He forced himself not to run. Not to follow years of training to run IN to danger. Into the epicenter of the panic.
And when another scream ripped through the manor, it stopped him dead. He'd heard screams. A lot of them. He'd caused them. But nothing had ever been as soul rending as that was. It made him feel like someone wrapped a frozen hand around his heart and squeezed- hard.
When he could move again, he ran.
Skidding to a halt at your door. It was like a seen from an exorcism movie- almost. You were contorted and your breathing was ragged. Crying. But instead of swearing and hurling blasphemy you were begging. Apologizing. All you wanted to do was go home.
"God damn them," Alfred swore, his hands trembling as he fumbled a kit open.
"She's too far into it now; we can't just wake her up," Bruce grunted, struggling against your sweat slick skin. Trying to get a grip on you and also respect your modesty. He glanced up to see Jason in the doorway, "Help me or get the girls. Don't just stand there."
He hesitated for a moment, and took a deep breath before stepping into the room and walking to the bed. He wanted to go home once too. "You're gonna be okay," he mumbled. "I'm scared too right now." He glanced at Bruce, "What are we doing?"
"Simple injection. It's just the nightmare cocktail. Upper thigh then recovery position," he said.
Jason nodded and helped Bruce shift you over. Realizing that the issue wasn't just that you were sweaty and wriggly but that you were stronger that average and ALSO fragile. So the extra pair of hands made it a lot simpler to hold you in place for Alfred to jab you with a device that looked a hell of a lot like an epi-pen and wait for the horrors to subside.
And gradually, they did. They could watch it happen in your body. Like a wave receding. Where there had once been an all consuming terror there was nothing. A void.
"You'll be alright now, honey," Bruce said stroking your sweat damp hair and exhaling slowly. "You're okay."
"Is she-" Jason started, not sure what he wanted to say, swallowing hard.
"She'll keep her distance for a few days," Alfred said, patting his shoulder, packing up the kit. "But she'll be alright. Lead lining in her walls only does so much."
"Lead?" he asked.
"Trying to dampen it some," Bruce said. "After her first nightmare she hid in the woods for a week afraid I was going to put her back in a cage... Sometimes I think she's still waiting to wake up to a door she can't get out of."
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The newest team member, a former SHIELD agent has a bit too much to drink one night.
Rated Mature due to the adult theme, but there is no graphic/explicit content.
Some of you may remember this from my old blog. This is now a completely neutral Reader.
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hey ari, i’m truly having an awful night. there’s a free pass for anything that involves someone being protective against a shitty guardian/parental figure. i wish jason todd would’ve kicked my dads ass tonight.
Lee took to Alfred much more warmly, peppering him with little boy questions about dinosaurs and oddly enough... piccolos? Which made the butler wonder if there was not a single neurotypical person in the entire family.
Adorable. He was enchanted. All dimples and curls. He'd carried Alfred a mug of tea managing to only spill half of it on the floor for the boxer and the wolf hound. And to get under your feet nearly causing you to fall twice- managing to get exiled to play outside with his dog.
It was a lovely afternoon. Watching Jason be so... soft. So helplessly in love with his wife and his children. Excited to be a new father. He enjoyed doting on his wife and fussing over his kids. He was comfortable in the vintage kitchen and the narrow halls. He liked the routine. Coming home to something stable.
When you started stretching your back in your kitchen chair, Jason smiled a little, "C'mon, let's get you on the couch."
"I'm fine, I just needed to-"
"Let's please not have to take you back to the hospital," Jason coaxed, helping you to your feet. "I'll tell Lee he needs to run in sight of the bay window every so often."
You snort and let him help you, grateful that he's strong enough to catch you if you need him to. It's comforting. He's comforting. Between his bulk beside you and Boris behind you. By the time he has you on the sofa you already feel better. At least until your phone rang.
"Hello?"
Jason frowned. He could tell from the look on your face who it was and he got Alfred seated listening with half an ear. Your biological father wanted money. Again. Either to have it put on his books or your sisters.
It hardly mattered. The divorce happened. Battle lines got drawn. You chose mom Mandy chose dad. Now you raised Mandy's kids and got "everything handed to you" as far as she could tell. Never mind trusts and adoptions. Or love. Or duty.
He gave Alfred a meaningful look and took a deep breath. Your biological dad and your sister were both banned. They both had no contact orders. And the second they upset you he'd be hanging up.
Your voice cracked. And tears fell.
And gently but firmly Jason plucked the phone from your hand, "If you're that fucking worried about Mandy's books use store brand instead of name brand for your meth and cut costs. Figure it out. Call here again and I'll report you to your PO." But before he could reply he hung up.
"Jay-"
"Shh," he soothed, "don't cry baby girl."
"God I hate it."
"I know," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you. "But you're doing good. Just breathe." He broke off and wiped your face, kissing your forehead, "I can't get you a shot but I can get the baby a snack," he teased, "what do they want?"
"Milk chocolate sea salt caramel truffles," you tell him.
He grinned and kissed your nose before standing up, "Alfred, did you feel up to going to the store with me or do you want to stay and keep Y/N company?"
"Well obviously," Alfred said sipping a fresh cup of tea, "I'm going to stay here and be nosey."
"Ky it is," Jason said, "I'll take a kid and a grocery list... then maybe we won't come home with half the cereal aisle."
"We hope," you tell him smiling.
"Shh," Jason said. "Be nice to me and I'll buy more than one bag of truffles."
"You should probably do that anyway," Alfred observed. "For practical reasons."
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Aaaawwww Jason was so soft and tentative with reader 😭it’s so nice to see big grump Jason Todd being all sweet and shy about it
Another party of the century, Alfred," Bruce sighed, adjusting his cufflinks, "Are the children ready?"
"The ones attending, certainly, sir," Alfred said.
"Right," Bruce said nodding, remembering belatedly that Cass was not 'public ready' and that you hated these things. So it made sense for you to stay with Cass. That way you both had company. "The girls-"
"And Master Jason," Alfred added, giving Bruce a meaningful look.
"Why?"
"The heart wants what it wants, Master Bruce," Alfred said simply. "But he did say he had paperwork to catch up on."
"He's not even trying."
"He did make a good show of it, grumbling and all," Alfred said. "If it weren't for him watching Miss Y/N so intently I might have believed him." The butler half smiled. "Not to worry. Miss Y/N has a selection of movies to introduce miss Cassandra to and I believe she's going to do her level best to replicate a proper girls night, even if most of the girls are missing."
"Cute," Bruce chuckled. "Please don't let them-"
"I'll prepare the popcorn. And all the facemasks are, I believe store bought. No potions are going to be "DIY'D" in my kitchen EVER again," the butler huffed. "But I will say I prefer that to holes in the dry wall and someone needing stitches."
"Very true," Bruce snorted. He paused straightening himself up and let Alfred finish fussing with him, "You're sure it won't cause trouble? I can still tell Jason-"
"Master Bruce," Alfred chuckled, "it's unlikely he'd behave in anyway unbecoming. And what's more, if we were to try, if Miss Y/N didn't force him to stop through sheer panic alone, Miss Cassandra would compel him by force. There's next to no danger of anything other than some stammering and Jason making a fool of himself. It's good for him. It'll remind him he's still human. And maybe," the butler mused reasonably, " give Miss Y/N a chance to stop being a wall flower."
"She's comfortable there," Bruce reminded.
"Yes, well. Comfortable doesn't always mean happy, does it?"
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The joker is a bad villain and the least interesting. Please let him die. Fridge. Him. He's not even pretty to look at
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I'm actually screaming at the steel chair I love that. Got any more?
Clark inspected your wrists and the rope burn tenderly. You seemed no worse for wear, and for that, he was thankful. Stili. He was going to baby you and coddle you until you begged him to stop- that just felt right.
"You okay?" you ask him, stroking his cheek.
"Fine, honey," he soothed, kissing your nose. "Shower, Bath?"
"Shower first," you sigh. "I'm filthy. Don't wanna sit in that."
Clark nodded. "Then a bath. And some wine. And something to eat," he said, mapping out a cozy night in for you. Creature comforts.
"Clark I'm okay-"
"And I was worried," he hummed, undressing you carefully. "I thought I lost you. That someone took you away from me."
"Boyscout, I-"
He shook his head and rubbed his nose against yours. "Don't apologize. You thought Dick was in trouble. That he needed you- so you came. And now I'm going to ake sure that You're okay. That you're safe and happy."
"And spoiled?"
"So spoiled," he chuckled. "You're going to sleep so good."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart," he hummed. "Bruce can deal with the rest of the mess tonight. My responsibility is you."
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Ari I looove your science experiment series!!! The angst to fluff ratio is 😙👌
You kept to the fringes a lot. It was where you wanted to be. Strong personalities. Heightened emotional states. Both things tended to equal a special level of hell if you had to handle them for any sustained period of time.
"Why am I here?" you muttered to yourself.
"Mostly," Bruce answered, Strolling over with a granola bar and your water bottle, "to keep the meeting from devolving into a screaming match."
"Batman-"
His lips quirked in a smile, "I cleared it before hand. They know. No one is going to be angry at you."
You meet his eyes and he can feel skepticism and apprehension.
"Superman was never angry at you," he said, lowering his voice for your hearing. Reminding himself that you were still a kid. It was hard not to think of you as younger than you were. It was hard not to look at you and think "baby". But. You were 15 now. The incident with Clark had been months ago. "He understood the necessity once he was himself again. And, he appreciated that you kept it from being a drawn out ugly fight."
"I hurt-"
"Not because you wanted to," Bruce said, stepping closer when he felt your mood shift. To the maelstrom of painful feelings he was used to, "It's okay. Superman was just happy to go home." He chanced petting your hair. Stepping close enough to pull you into an awkward hug. He was never sure if he should hug you or not.
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will jason be the one to finally get science experiment! to sleep for more than a couple hours??
Who knows 🤷♀️
It was a rough patrol for everyone. And they all appreciate the "chill" that permeated the cave. A sense of calm and relaxation that made the pressure and intensity of it all fall away a little easier.
You worked along side Alfred and Barbara. Assessing and seeing to injuries- thankfully nothing serious tonight. But. When it came to Jason? It was no coincidence they handed him to you. They all wanted to see what would happen. What he would do.
And... He practically rolled over and showed you his belly. Wanting, as far as they could tell, to make sure you weren't afraid.
"Nothing too bad," you murmur, chancing looking up at him.
"Yeah. I think my bike took the worst of it," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm not a very good mechanic, unfortunately," you admit. "Metal doesn't really have feelings."
"I'd be pretty jealous if you were kissing my bike better," he tried.
You halfway through cleaning the scrape on his thigh and blinked, "I-oh-I-I"
"You don't have to," he blurted quickly, feeling a jolt of alarm he recognized as not his own. "It was- it was- just a bad joke."
When you look down, focusing solely on his leg he winced. "Sorry, he mumbled. He'd really wanted to kiss your hands. But... It- well. He understood why you wouldn't want to kiss him.
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science experiment is my new favorite, dear lord it’s incredible
"We might have a problem, Alfie," Dick sing-songed as he leaned against the wall where Alfred was making sure the outdoor shenanigans that were serving as "training" today didn't get out of hand.
The butler glanced up to where Jason kept watching you, almost hovering near you. But trying to make it look like he wasn't. "So far as I'm concerned, it looks like the opposite of a problem."
"Maybe," Dick mused.
"How much did he see? Last night, I mean?"
"The aftermath," Dick sighed. "Mud, blood, tears, and snot."
"Oh dear," he tutted. "Master Bruce told me that he found Jason tending to the wounds on her hands and feet this morning. And that he seemed... almost like his old self."
Dick nodded to where you'd made your way over to Cass, the newest addition and offered to be on her "team". Cass wasn't a big talker- she could hardly speak at all- but. Thanks to your empathic quirk, neither of you really needed to talk to team up. And it hadn't taken Cass long to figure that out. OR to figure out that you were physically not very durable. Still. The smiles and the fist bump said it all. "Do we have extra hydration packs on hand?" he asked.
"Always," Alfred said. Reasonably, no one expected you to participate. And no one pulled punches when you did. But- watching you laugh with the other girls when Dick jogged over to even it up properly... well. Maybe, you could get a couple nights of decent sleep.
Bruce strode out onto the lawn and dropped into a chair with a grunt. "How's it going?" he asked.
"Swimmingly," Alfred said, pouring cold drinks and making sure that yours had the specific blend of things that had been prescribed to you in your bottle. "Miss Y/N and Miss Cassandra have been working out some things they can utilize in the field and the others have been enjoying creating chaos to facilitate that."
"Hn."
"And Jason has been hovering like a mother hen," Alfred chuckled.
"So much for not having a crush," Bruce hummed. "How is Y/N holding up?"
"Tiring out, I think. But they've been doing what they can to keep her from having to over-exert herself- after all. It's not like we need to know what the upper limits are."
"Fair-" But before he can finish asking for specifics, you waver on your feet halfway through a strategy you'd been working out with Cass. But before you crumple, Jason is right behind you. Picking you up against his chest.
His face burning as he murmured something against your flustered protests. You radiated flustered embarrassment. And he deposited you in a chair carefully. "It probably would have worked," he muttered, "Dick and Steph talk too much."
You nod and accept the proffered water bottle awkwardly and take a drink, "Thanks."
"What were you trying to do?" Bruce asked? He hadn't SEEN Cass, but that didn't mean anything.
"Lead her into the best position for a sneak attack using my location with emotional resonance... since I can make the people feel things we were playing hot and cold. So I was picking up on where she was and kinda leading her to where she needed to be as we were wandering around."
"Hn." Bruce nodded. Considering that. He'd THOUGHT about using that as a strategy before. You did possess the ability to hone in on people you knew well-
"You okay?" Jason asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"Fine," you murmur, rolling your water bottle between your hands and looking down. Taking a few deep breaths to shove all your emotions back under control as the others lope back up from the grass for drinks and snacks. Cass sat on the arm of your chair and thudded her head gently on your shoulder. Smiling a little when you lean your head on hers.
Bruce watches the little exchange with bemusement and nods to himself. It made sense. Cass had few words and you could make yourself understood without it. But0 he did wonder, as he watched Jason watch it all happen, how he felt about it.
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