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tremendouscreationperson · 2 years ago

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Cinderella but it makes sense

This is a first draft of either a comic or a story or a script or perhaps just a WIP I will be doing, please try to be kind. There will most likely be spelling mistakes or words because i have a new phone and the keyboard is lower than usual Happy ending tho

Elias was born of Jenny and Edmund. They were in no way rich but they were comfortable. Jenny worked as a seamstress for their town and used Elias as a mannequin of sorts, after a few years of begging. Elias became more interested in his mother's work than his fathers business. Sadly Elias' mother passed, and worsley her most demanding client became a source of comfort for her husband. Elias plodded along and in his grief became quiet and withdrawn. He did continue with his mother's business and helped out with his sisters, they were so needy and demanded dresses and jewels and things he could not provide. He could however help them with washing and scrubbing as he had helped his mother. Edmund was able to keep his composure and took more work on, he had to leave for longer trips and therefore was hardly home. Elias almost forgot his father as he had accumulated a multitude of tasks and chores until one day the news of a landslide brought on a new wave of dread. Elias no longer had his parents. He felt very alone and yet again withdrew. His siblings and new mother weren't particularly kind but they had become increasingly worse; calling him a pansy and queer because he was quiet and caring. There was a new name that didn't hurt as much, they had called him Eli and then El and then that turned into Ella. Whenever they said Ella or called him her, it wasn't as bad as Cinders or Tubby. One had even laughed calling him a seamstress when he mended his clothes, he was surprised as his mother had taught him her trade and he had made the siblings dresses before. But again mixing up his gender to insult him didn't have the desired affect.

Elias, for no real reason, had let his blonde hair grow. He did trim a fringe and cut the split ends but it had grown to his shoulders. He quite liked that. And when the soot from the fires he cleaned stained his hands he liked when he delicately coloured his eyelids. Elias was confused. He wasn't quite sure in himself anymore. Part of him blamed and cursed his mother for putting him in dresses and teaching him feminine things but another part was so so glad that she had.

One day when the ladies had left for silks and fineries Elias snuck into the attic and unlocked the old trunk full of his mother's dresses. They were all beautiful. Elias pulled a modest teal dress out and tried it on. It was too tight on his shoulders and was meant to be floor length but with his height came to his ankle, which was still good as he had hairy legs, that was not feminine. Elias had wanted to wear some of her shoes but his feet were too large, instead he pulled his boots on and let his hair down. With a few maddening seconds passing before he dared look up to an old mirror. It was small and rectangular but it did the job, Elias saw himself and for the first time she liked it. She liked her long bouncy hair and her slender figure, the girls had laughed about her being too thin to be a real man and they were right. She wasn't a man, she was a girl like them.

The elation she felt could've made her fly. This was perhaps the first time in all of her life where she was truly happy. There was a pang of regret that her mother and father wouldn't ever meet her properly but how would they react? How would her stepmother or sisters react? She quickly took the dress off and ran downstairs to prepare the dinner.

Once she had realised that she was in fact a she it was hard to go back. Every night she would try on dresses and she had started to shave her legs and chest. She had snuck a few pieces of makeup and some stockings, even making a necklace to hide her Adams apple. Still there weren't high-heeled shoes that fitted her but she had scrubbed and polished her boots.

She had even gained the courage one afternoon, when everyone was out of course, to leave the house. She had borrowed a bag and a bonnet and headed out on foot as the horses were occupied with the other ladies of the house.

The journey to the town was the same as it had been when she was small. There were a few more houses and benches, even a wishing well now.

The town was bigger and busier than she remembered it but the people were pleasent. The butcher was still alive which surprised her and he didn't recognise her but when she said hello and that she was new in town he welcomed her with open arms. Perhaps naivety on her part but when asked for a name she immediately responded with "Elia" before stopping. The old boy chuckled before nodding and saying a simple hello Ella.

Journeying into town became a fortnightly routine, she did have to buy groceries and necessities for the household but now did it as Ella. If anyone noticed the change they didn't comment. There were questions but a simple "I'm a distant cousin of Mr Edmund." seemed to answer them.

"Elias. We need to sell George." her stepmother spoke. "I need a new gown, I need to marry these girls off. Its easy for you." she scoffed before launching into a rant Ella had heard before.

Ella nodded in affirmative. The ladies were hardly home these days. They were desperate for money and status, things that were needed if you lived the life they wanted to. She waited until they left with only one horse of theirs and a borrowed horse pulling the carriage, before transforming herself. Ella saddled George and rode him towards Marcus' farm.

The route was quiet and sad, she had taken great comfort in ranting to George. He always knew when to whiney or nicker at the precise time she needed.

As if on queue with the mood and tears that suddenly formed in her eyes at the thought, rainclouds formed up ahead and started a slow drizzle before a downfall. Ella steered George to a nearby tree, seeking refuge, before spotting an old dried up bridge it was large enough to shelter a few people but clearly old which worried her. A rock hit Ella right on the head, making her flinch. "Oh no George! It's hail!" she let out a frustrated moan before jabbing him with her heels and making a break for the bridge.

It was the best move as the tree wasn't doing much in the way of shelter.

She jumped off of him before stroking and inspecting him for nicks or bruising.

"Gastly weather!" A man spoke behind her.

"Oh sir!" she shrieked. "you mustn't sneak up on people."

He was taller and broader than her, with a white jacket and trousers on; embossed in golden lions and swirling patterns. He had a roman nose and his hair was slicked back through rain or oils she didn't know. His eyes were emeralds, his lips, cheeks and nose a surprising shade of pink but again that could be the rain.

"I'm sorry, but like you, Seb and I needed shelter."

The horse behind him was massive, it almost touched the bridge with its ears. It was white but had bits of mud on its hooves. The man also had mud on his boots. Ella looked down in fear but no she had no mud on her mother's dress.

They both stood in a awkward silence watching the rain and hail thunder down.

"So miss... What brings you out?" he tried to talk to her as if he wasn't the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She let out a puff. "I was trying to sell one of my best friends." she patted George on the neck. "what about you, sir? You're dressed formally."

He let out an awkward chuckle, "yeah, it comes with the territory I'm afraid." She tilted her head in clear confusion. "I'm from the Palace. We're on a hunt."

Her eyes widened, "the Palace? What do you do?"

"why I-" He paused. "I am an apprentice... Of sorts."

Ella raised a brow. "of sorts?"

"that just means I don't really know how to explain my job." he scratched his neck.

Ella shook her head, "well sir, it looks like it's letting up a little, so don't worry you won't have to explain yourself to me."

"I-I don't mind." he stuttered for the first time in his life. "I just don't know how to."

The rain and hail did let up slightly but still they had to wait under the shelter of the old brick Bridge.

He had placed his jacket on the ground and they both sat whislt the horses munched on grass.

"Why are you selling your friend?" He was laying back in a relaxed position.

Ella, who was sitting with an elbow resting in her knee, sighed. "my wicked stepmother wanted another gown." she theatrically retold.

"oh?" he was intrigued. "they don't treat you well?"

"they treat me as well as they are able." she shrugged before slyly smiling, "but no."

"how much do you hope to get?" he changed the conversation.

Ella let out a hearty laugh, "I don't even know how much a horse is worth. And I doubt they will."

"I'll buy your horse." He rose and took a small bag out of the pouch on his horse's saddle. "Here." he gestured for her to take the gold coins.

She was suspicious of him and didn't take the offered money, he waited for a moment before taking ahold of her hand and physically putting the money into it.

"You'll have to take him home for me though. I can't take two horses." He causally mentioned flopping back down.

"You want me to ride with you? To the Palace?"

"No, your home. I can't seperate George from his best friend."

Her brows pulled. "W-why are you being so kind?"

He stared at her for a few moments before looking at his hands. "You seem like someone who, if the roles were reversed, would act like I have."

The rain finally let up and they both stood, Ella trying I give him either the money or the horse to no avail. He watched as she mounted George and saw her off before realising he never got her name.

When Ella got home the others had already arrived. She was able to sneak past the horrid cat and sister number 1 before running halfway up the stairs before hiding from sister number 2, she kept going up the stairs and towards the doorway to her attic.

She ran upstairs and let out a sigh of relief.

"Elias." her step mother spoke from an old armchair, she'd lugged up there a month ago.

Ella stiffened, dread slithering up and down her spine. "M-ma'am." she finally uttered out.

"I hope you know that each time you have left this house dressed in those drags I have known." She rose, dusting herself off. "and I hope you know. It will stop."

"But I can't." she shook her head. "I can't go back."

"Why do you dress like a woman?" she began to walk towards Ella, plucking at her damp skirt. "Why when you are safe. Any man is safe in this world."

"it isn't about that." Ella shook her head, pulling her dress from her stepmother. "inside I feel like a woman, I am one."

The lady huffed at that before walking off.

Ella did go back for a while to being just Elias, every moment being him cementing in her mind that she was Ella.

The money that the nice man gave them had helped slightly but with this new fancy ball that was happening the girls needed yet another new gown each. They had been able to afford the materials and it had come to Ella to make the dresses. It felt like a biblical punishment, to be forsed into trousers and a scratchy shirt whilst she made two of the finest gowns. There had been no seamstress jokes after their mother had yelled at them that Ella was indeed a man.

"I can't believe every woman is invited to this ball!"

"oh I know!"

"and the Prince will choose a bride!"

Ella tried to mask her pessimism at them truly believing they'd be the one. She was able to hide it behind the mask of Elias.

"Elias will you be a dear and tighten my corset?" She nodded before silently tugging at the laces. "Surely there will be other gentlemen there, surely if the Prince doesn't like me someone else will."

"Of course someone will." Ella spoke before realising something, she looked up at her sister. "do you think there will be other gentlemen there then?"

Both the sister chortled. "Elias of course!"

"if you weren't such a pansy you'd probably be there."

That gave Ella an idea and after endless hours of sewing and fitting dresses for them she snuck into the stables and designed her own dress. Maybe her polite gentlemen would be there and maybe she could ask about a maids job at the Palace. Hell she'd take anything to be herself. Even if it meant leaving the house she loved and adored.

The night of the ball came and the ladies left promptly at 6, their mother giving Ella one last look before telling her. "I think you need to clean the stables."

Ella ran towards the backdoor, not even gracing her a goodbye. The stables her only thought. When she yanked the door open her heart shattered. Her mothers wedding dress, which she had altered with pink accessories and adornments, was tattered on the hay. It had mess and mud on it, there were tears in the fabric and the remnants of feed and spit soiling every bit. She didn't blame any of the animals, how could she? The only true animal here was the Lady Tremaine. Ella buried her emotions, forcing herself not to cry, as she picked up the pieces of her once beautiful dress. She almost made it back before breaking down.

She fell to her knees and sobbed.

"why are you crying, child?" a feminine voice spoke. Ella startled sitting up straight. The woman was glowing, she had a golden light behind her curly brown hair and her dress was not quite white but an iridescent silvery. It had colours of pink and pale green as it shone in the moonlight. Her face was beautiful in itself but once you stared for too long she was almost too perfect. Her face was too circular and aligned too well, the limbs that could be seen were too long as were her fingers and nails. Her hair moved in waves yet there was no breeze. She was a beautiful, slightly unsettling vision.

"be not afraid." her voice was like bells. "I merely asked why are you crying."

"my mother's wedding dress is ruined."

"no it is not." she spoke again. Ella frowned wanting but too scared to argue. "look at it."

She did infact look down to see it was fixed.

Ella gasped. "It was in tatters!"

"when you're as old as I things that were can be are and things that are can be will." she smiled slightly too wide. "the dress was a was, it is now an is."

"thank you." she hugged it close. "who-who are you?"

"a friend, I was sent to help you Ella."

"You-you know?" she whispered.

"your soul is telling, but also I was sent to help you. I know of you."

Ella realised she was still kneeling on the ground. She rose and stood tall. "Well you have helped me, you've fixed my mother's dress." she raised the dress high to see that it was back in its original form. Too small to be worn by Ella. "Oh. You did fix it."

"You are in need of a dress?" the being asked, it wiggled its fingers and the wind was sucked out of Ella. She couldn't breathe.

"is the corset too tight?"

Ella took a second to adjust before shaking her head. "no, usually there's an adjustment period."

The being blew towards its left and a sheet of ice formed, it then turned into something metallic and then became a mirror.

Ella saw herself with this new dress on. It was a similar fabric to the being's, it was a silver which shimmered blue. There were puff sleeves and gloves which had long nails attached to them. The dress itself has a bell skirt and a long train. With the corset tightened this tight it gave her a more flattering figure. She looked more like a woman than ever before.

The being flicked her finger at Ella and her eyelashes got darker, as did her eyelids, and longer. Her cheeks were rosie and lips a Ruby colour. Her hair blew back and instead of having a side part on her fringe like her mother had, the fringe was quiffed and out of her face. The rest of her hair was curled lightly.

"what else am I to give you?"

Ella's eyes widened. "Oh? Uh, perhaps a mode of transport? Maybe some shoes that aren't soaked through? I don't want to be a bother, you've done more than enou-"

Before the sentence was finished there was a stained glass carriage with four horses attached to it. She was also a few inches higher and wearing lovely comfortable shoes.

"atoms are nothing but pliable." the being spoke when it saw her standing in shock.

"if things are so easy to produce.. Ca-can you perhaps make me.. Well a real woman?"

"I could but everthing here is finite."

"what do you mean?"

"You have until the last stroke of the last chime of the last bell of midnight. Then it all has to go back. The atoms are pliable but they will be missed."

"I don't think I could go back." Ella thought on it and shook her head. "thank you but no I can't."

"is there anything else you require?" it asked again.

"n-oh yes I need a coachmen please."

A man dressed in white landed ontop of the seat, reins in hand.

"is there anything else you require?"

"no, thank you! Even if I fell and knocked my head and this is just a dream, thank you."

"the liminal planes are both enjoyable." the being smiled before it vanished in a sparkling of glitter.

Ella wasted no time, she ran towards the carriage and sat, her coachmen helping her up, she sat her mothers dress on one seat and took her own opposite. It was almost like her mother was taking her to her first ball.

Ella felt excitement and fear, she would meet her kind friend and hopefully she'd be free of her situation.

Once she arrived, late so she had no formal introduction, she set about finding her friend. She descended the stairs, her dress flowing in a nonexistent breeze as she did and searched about looking for the apprentice. She asked a steward and tried to ask the lady placing freshly baked good upon one of the food tables.

"I don't think they employ apprentices. What ever for?"

Ella sighed at that but alas went on searching, swaying along to the band.

"Gastly music." she jumped, recognising the voice, almost spilling the champagne flute down herself. "Oh, do forgive me! I know I shouldn't sneak up on women but I just couldn't help myself."

Ella spun around ready to give him a sarcastic reply when she noticed what was sitting upon his head.

"Wh-why are you wearing a crown?"

He provided a small smile and a "because I have to."

"I thought you were an apprentice."

"I did say it was hard to explain." He chuckled before gesturing to the floor and the women staring at them. "Fancy a dance?"

She was hesitant. "surely there's a more Nobel woman you're meant to dance with?"

"yes probably." he nodded, "but I'd rather dance with you."

She smiled and agreed, taking his hand.

They danced through three songs before they erupted in a fit of giggles and he told her to wait five minutes before meeting him outside. She agreed, needing the fresh air but also knowing it was inappropriate to be unchaperoned with a man. Even if she was wearing a suit.

She waited the five minutes spending the time weaving her way through the crowds of people. Many stopped to admire her, a few from the town recognised her and waved but the others seemed scared or intimated. But none of them were shouting at her or calling her a man, it was wonderous.

She escaped the party and awaited the Prince. She rest her elbows on the balcony and breathed in the cool air. It was lovely.

"knock knock." he spoke gently behind her. "sorry I didn't want to scare you again."

Chuckling she turned around. "don't worry about it, all is forgiven."

They spoke about everything and nothing. There was hardly anything they had in common which meant they both had a lot to learn about each other.

"I must ask." He played with a lock of her hair. "Will you... Tell me your name?"

That gifted him a full body laugh. "I haven't even had yours."

"Henry." He provided.

"Ella." she answered.

"Now Ella, I have another questions for yo-" a bell interrupted him, "Wow, we've been together for almost four hours."

"Henry! I'm sorry, I have to leave!" Ella grabbed at her skirts and ran back through to the party.

"Wait!" He called. "Ella!?"

She turned and quickly spoke, "thank you so much, I've had the best time."

That warmed his heart but then she vanished, she ran through dancing patrons heading towards the stairs. The climb was hard in the corset but she kept going. There was a moment where she tripped and when she did her left shoe came loose. She stood herself back up and realised the heel had broken off, with a quick glance backwards seeing Henry, she quickly took it off and discarded it. The other she held firmly in her hand as she ran.

She ran down the corridors and made her way towards the stairs leading outwards. She ran down them and found her carriage, the coachman ready and waiting, a bit panicked as the bells were ringing.

Ella shoved herself into the carriage and they were off.

They got to the gates before the penultimate bell tolled as the final one did Ella landed on her bottom and rolled clutching her mother's dress as she did.

Everything vanished in a flourish of glittering light and Ella lay on the ground, dress in hand, giggling. She stood folding the dress so it wouldn't drag on the ground and dusted off her trousers and shirt. Her shoes were still slightly damp from before, her knees still muddy. Ella took her first steps and as she did something glistened from her right. It was one of her shoes, the glass glittering in the moonlight. She gasped, thinking back to what the being had said, everything else had vanished, why didn't that? She walked over and picked up the delicate shoe before running her way home.

The ladies weren't home for a good few hours so Ella had a while to find a hiding spot for her slipper. She put it in a pot in another pot in the top left cupboard. Since she was the only one to use the kitchen no one should in theory find it.

Ella laid herself by the fire like she usually did and willed sleep to take her. It didn't and when the girls got home they came into the kitchen shrieking with excitement.

"Elias!" they called. "The prince was lovely! He loved my dress." Ella sat up.

"he liked mine more!"

"Ladies. You know the Prince didn't look at either of you with that mysterious princess about." The lady spoke staring angrily at Ella.

"Well mama, he did talk to us before and then after the Princess was there."

"Girls leave us."

The siblings were confused, their eyes flickering between their mother and their step-brother. They then slowly left.

"You prevented me from going." Ella spoke as defiantly as she could.

"How did you then?"

"I didn't." Ella shook her head.

"Yes, you did." She spat out. "You are a man. YOU ARE NOT A WOMAN, IMAGINE THE SHAME YOU'D BRING ON THIS HOUSE, ON THE GIRLS ON THE KINGDOM!"

Ella's eyes dropped to her hands. She hadn't thought of that, would the prince even like her if he knew?

The lady was there for another second before storming off.

The coming weeks Ella was Elias, she didn't know why she even attempted to be Ella she wasn't Ella she was Elias. How could she trick these people into believing she was a she. Ella was torn, she loved reliving every moment of the night of the ball but she felt great shame in it. What if the crown knew? Ella thought she knew what she wanted, which was to be Elias but when one morning she woke to find her hair had been cut she didn't. She couldn't go back to being him and cursed her stepmother for touching her hair. It made her look like her mother.

Ella still went about being Elias, how could she even attempt to be Ella with her hair like this? It stopped at her nape, in a bowl shape.

She sighed picking up the dirty plates from luncheon. Jumping when one of her sisters yelled out from another room.

"Mama!! It's the Palace!"

"Mama they're finally coming to us!"

"Ladies pull yourselves together." She spoke, "let us greet them at the door."

Ella slowly walked over to the door and hovered. She watched as the Palace guards, stewards and finally the Prince entered.

"Lady Tremaine." He spoke.

"Your Highness." She courtesied, her daughters copying behind.

The lady led them all into the sitting room, Ella following one pace behind. She watched as Henry pulled out her slipper, the heel still shattered but the rest was pristine.

"Every eligible lady is to try the slipper on." A steward spoke, reading from a scroll. Ella tuned him out watching Henry kneel and present the slipper to the ladies. They all tried it and each foot was too small. The girls tried to wear stuffed stockings but the steward was quick to put a stop to that.

Henry stood, handing the slipper to the steward, shoulders sagging before he turned to walk out the same door he walked through. He faced Ella and frowned slightly.

"Do I know you?"

Ella's mouth opened to respond before the Lady cut in. "That's no one, just a servant."

"My names El, sir." She spoke.

"James pass me the slipper." He spoke reaching out behind him. "is it you?"

Ella didn't know what to say she didn't want to embarrass the Prince nor offend the kingdom. She didnt know what to do.

The steward almost placed the slipper into Henry's hand but the Lady stole it.

"That is Elias, that isn't your princess."

Henry, as had everyone, turned to face her. "Hand me the slipper." She did not, her eyes flickering between the prince, Ella, her daughters and the steward. The lady let out a small gasp before she let it go. The slipper landed on the wooden floor and already being fragile shattered into a million pieces.

Ella breathed a sigh of relief but mourned a possible life.

The Prince ordered her to be removed from the room, he dropped to pick the shards up cutting himself in the process. The guards and steward being too preoccupied with the lady and her shrieking daughters, didn't notice but Ella did. She crouched next to him, offering a clean cloth.

"Would you like me to fetch you some water? To clean the wound."

He didn't answer just sighed looking forward.

"I recognise your voice." he spoke, still not looking at her. "I don't care who or what you are, who they're making you be. I just wanted to know who I feel so deeply for."

Ella was quiet. Unsure whether it was wise to give in or not.

"I know we spoke for hours but really all I know is your name is Ella, you're treated as well as they can treat you, you're not a fan of being surprised and you didn't like the buns they served."

"Mine are better." She gave in. Not looking at him now, his eyes bored into the side of her head. "Ever since I was small I felt different. I didn't know that I did. I enjoyed being my mothers model for the other girls. They'd look at me in the yellow dress and ask for it to be green so it would match their hair better. Or to make the neck line rounded instead of square. Mother and father seemed happy with me the way I was. Then.." she looked at him. "I never meant to trick or embarrass you. I came to ask for a job, I just want to be free of this place."

He nodded. "You will be."

"how?"

"It's a shame the slipper was destroyed." He spoke, trying to formulate a plan.

"I have the other one." Ella spoke plainly as if it were obvious.

His smile split his face, "Why didn't you say that sooner?!" He stood pulling her up. "where is it?"

Ella led him into the kitchen, past the still shrieking and arguing ladies, and produced the other slipper. "What if it doesn't fit?" she worried her lip before trying it on. Bending down to secure it on her foot.

"I would've done t-"

Ella felt as thought she was falling. Her vision blurred and her hair blew in front of her eyes. But she was standing upright. Her vision became clear and the being from the night of the ball appeared.

Beside it, her mother and her father.

"Mother!" She gasped running towards her wrapping her into a hug. "Papa!" she pulled her father in for a big group hug.

"Ella." the being spoke. "Once again they have sent me to help you."

"Oh bunny!" her mum cradled her cheeks. "Im so sorry for not seeing you."

"That's okay, I didn't know." Ella shook her head, flickering between them, both had glassy eyes and sad smiles.

"Ella I will grant you what you long for."

"no please." she shook her head. "I can't only have it until midnight."

The being smiled, this time it wasn't unsettling, but sweet. "My midnight and your midnight are vastly different things." the being held its hand up, "but right now your midnight is close."

"Goodbye bunny!" her mother said.

Her father patted her shoulder and said, "I'm so proud of you."

The being snapped it's fingers.

Ella blinked and she was wearing her ballgown, both glass slippers and well she felt different.

She looked down to see a small, but still a pair, of breasts. She also manoeuvred her legs and could feel nothing. She spun in delight.

"Henry!" she hugged him. "I'm a woman!"

He nodded, stunned by the blinding light and transformation he had witnessed. "I know."

"No! You don't understand," she bit her lip. "I am a woman."

Again he nodded. "I know, you just floated and magically changed your clothes, even your hair looks brighter. I believe in whatever enchanting thing just happened." He breathed out a laugh.

They both returned to the others and the royal guard and stewards bowed at Ella, her siblings and stepmother stood stunned.

Ella did not want them to keep the family house so she had them moved. The house became Ella's hideaway, she would go there and sew beautiful dresses that her mother would be proud of. Henry insisted on having a staff there so whenever she or he visited the house was pristine, Ella was even able to buy back the furniture her stepmother had pawned so the house became what it once was.

Her husband was loving and her kingdom accepted her as the princess, there were rumours that her stepmother tried to spread but that caused them to be relocated again.

Ella was never one to be idle, even before when she had her parents so she and Henry were always helping their citizens. The papers went as far as three kingdoms when Ella helped build a farmyard that a tree hd collapsed during a storm. People from other nations and kingdoms came to see this queen, the one that was said to be the kindest of all, and every time she did not disappoint.

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