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be-dazzled · 6 years ago

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She’s In Your Court 2 That Guy from the Billboard

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser FFnet: click here Author: xxbedazzledxx Genre: Multi-chapter, Romance Rating: M for sensitive language

Summary: Gray Fullbuster is a player both in love and in life. He plays Professional Basketball and is being groomed to be in line with Basketball Legends Michael Jordan, Lebron James, Kobe Bryant and Stephen Curry.

There’s just one problem, Gray Fullbuster is a play-ah. His life is a giant mess of crazy parties, waking up with random women and waking up in random women’s apartments. Just living the life. The opinion of the public on him is waning. To save the million-dollar endorsements in the verge of disappearing, Gray needs to change his image. Therefore, Gray Fullbuster, Fiore Knight’s Team Captain and Most Valuable Player, will be in the next season of “My Star Can Dance”.

There’s another problem: it seems like his star isn’t that bright since his partner, one of Fiore’s prominent ballerinas, doesn’t know him? His billboard is hanging in front of her dancing school! And it was a good billboard since all he was wearing was his six-pack and an Aztec bandana. How come she didn’t notice?

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Head down, Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me - Everybody Loves Me, One Republic

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Even the sun had to bow down to the man jumping into his sleek black convertible, too cool to even use the door. His aura was simply glowing. How could it not when he had his third MVP trophy sitting in his glass cabinet? Plus the fact that Magnolia deemed him a hero.

Gray Fullbuster, three times MVP and Team Captain of Magnolia’s up and coming basketball team, adjusted his rearview mirror to take a good look at himself.

“You just look so fine this morning, Fullbuster.”

He shot an approving look at his reflection, shook his head in disbelief as his grin reached both ears. How was it possible for such a gorgeous man to even exist?

Gray started his engine and left the convertible’s roof open. Simply because he has seen cool guys do it on television. Besides, the day was too beautiful to be hiding from the sun.

Gray put on his sunglasses, channeling a superstar vibe. Eye protection was secondary reason. Hoopster scrambled in his seat looking for his iPhone. When he connected the same to his car through Bluetooth, he immediately scanned iTunes for his driving playlist. A good way to start the day.

“Let’s put on my favorite girl.”

Gray pulled out of his garage as the song began, cautiously as to not scratch the car. He just had it last month and it would be a waste driving it recklessly. But as soon as he was on the main road, the Fiore Knight’s Team Captain did not hesitate stepping on the gas. Disheveled raven hair danced in the morning breeze. There weren’t many cars in the highway so he increased his speed as the song reached its bridge. What’s the point of driving a billion dollar sports car if you couldn’t road-runner it? So Gray pedaled it to 80.

“Now payback is a bad b*tch and baby, I'm the baddest. You f*ckin' with a savage. Can't have this, can't have this.”

Gray rapped along, spitting the words with conviction, throwing his free hand around like Snoop Dogg. Swag coursed through his bloodstream. He felt so ghetto he did not even censor the words.

“I'm not sorry!”

Gray popped his head up and down to the beat and sang second to Demi Lovato, singing in piercing falsetto. He was just repeating the lyric ‘I’m not sorry’.

The drive was long but Gray did not mind it. He did not even notice he was driving for more than an hour now; in a speed that was already reckless. The road-trip playlist he created was not even halfway through it. When Gray passed by the welcome sign, he slowed down. The convertible purred through the busy street of Magnolia.

The bumper-to-bumper traffic gave Gray some time to consult Siri for the exact location of some woman’s dance school. Mika Mine texted him the address the night before. The show’s crew would meet him there, she said. When he asked for the exact location she replied to just look around for it and reminded him not to be late or else. Gray did not want to know what came after ‘or else…’. It was never pretty.

Gray thanked Siri when the machine displayed a map on his iPhone screen and spat out detailed directions. He would have kissed the machine out of gratitude. If only she was a real person. In fact, Gray remembered hooking up with some woman claiming to be Siri. He was wasted at that time and found it amusing. The sex was good and the sexy voice that really sounded like the virtual assistant did some wonders. But the sun came and reason returned to Gray. After that night, he turned off the Siri feature for a month. It started to become weird, bordering creepy.

Siri led him to a block of identical red-bricked buildings. One peculiar lot stood out.

“You’ve reached your destination.” prompted the virtual assistant.

“Thanks, Siri.”

The Lamborghini crawled over the parking lot, looking for an open spot. When Gray finally did find one, he pulled up and climbed down the convertible. He fixed his raven hair under a Fiore Knights bull-cap. He did not want to get tackled by fans so he put on a disguise. Satisfied with his look, Gray started for the building.

“Let’s make some hearts swoon today.”

He was going to charm everyone out their wits, he just knew. Gray pranced and strutted, treating the sun as his own spotlight. It wasn’t long until he found the entrance. A sign that said ‘Lockser School of Dance’ hang above. He took out his phone from his back pocket and reread the address his mother sent him.

“Well, this is probably it.”

Since his mother wasn’t going to tell him an exact address, Gray settled on approaching an old man wearing blue and white uniform, stationed at the door. It would be a hassle if he went inside the wrong building. It happened to him once, maybe twice. All he could remember was how it took him forever to get out of there. Worse, if he was late because he kept looking everywhere for that place. Not a good impression to leave.

Gray pinched the bridge of his nose. His mother must be punishing him because of that incident in his apartment. He shook his head and calmed himself down.

“Hi. Is this the–”

A shrill scream cut Gray off. Maybe broke his ear-drums too.

“You’re Gray Fullbuster! You’re Gray Fullbuster! You’re from Fiore Knights!”

The old man kept repeating as if Gray did not hear it the first time. But the excitement written all over his wrinkled face was all too familiar with Gray. This old man was certainly a fan.

“Can I have your autograph? I am your biggest fan!”

See?

The old man felt for a pen in his uniform pockets and, not finding one, ended up handing Gray black permanent marker. Gray waited for Rob to give him a paper, photo, or anything to write on.

“Where should I sign?”

Old Rob thought deep before his eyes grew wide when an idea hit him.

“Uh-huh. I got it! Wait!” he unbuttoned his top uniform and opened it wide enough to show his bare chest.

“Here! Because you are always here in my heart.” Old Rob broke into a wide grin as he tapped two fingers on his left chest.

Whether the idea was a good or a bad one? That was debatable. Autograph on the chest was not a peculiar request for Gray. He was used to women asking him to sign their chests, and all other parts of their bodies, all the time. Just another day at the office. But that request coming from old Rob? Gray narrowed his repulsed eyes.

This fan of his was eager, waiting for his autograph. Now was a good time for a distraction. Anyone?

“Uncle Rob, what happened? We heard a scream.”

Thank goodness!

“Is everything all right?"

The twin doors flung open and spitted out a woman, probably in her forties. An air of grace followed her.

“I'm sorry Ma’am! It’s just… we don’t really receive a lot of celebrities around here.”

The old man gestured toward Gray who answered with a polite smile. Time to turn on the charms. Gray offered the woman a hand. She took it without hesitation but was taken by surprise when this stranger, whose eyes were still covered with sun glasses, kissed the back of her hand.

“I didn’t realize chivalry reached your generation.”

“We’re a dying breed.”

Gray saw the glint in her eyes. Her blue eyes told that she found him interesting. Behind his sunglasses he watched her inspecting eyes travel up and down, giving him a once-over.

“You must forgive me. I definitely have seen your face before…” she trailed off, her voice laced with embarrassment. She tilted her head on one side, looking like she was contemplating something.

Gray did her a favor and took off his undercover cap and shades. The boy even rumpled his raven hair in an attempt to jog her memory. He was, after all, famous for his unkempt, dangerously sexy hair. But it seemed like the woman was taking too long to remember. Gray was starting to feel embarrassed.

He followed her eyes when she looked somewhere behind him and then shifted her face to the right, raising her head a little to look at something: to a billboard with a smirking Gray, half of his bare body on full display. He was holding a plastic bottle of a recognized energy drink. Gray remembered that pictorial. Good times, he thought.

The smirk on his face slowly disappeared. The woman still hasn’t remembered! Gray was starting to feel like digging himself a whole to hide in. He masked his embarrassment with a simper.

“I'm Gray Fullbus– ”

“–He is the famous basketball player who won three basketball championships for Fiore! Now they are heading for the big leagues. Not easy but this guy here…”

“Uncle Rob?” The woman interrupted. The old man was turning blue, running out of oxygen. “I know you’re passionate about basketball. Oh!”

The moment she said the word ‘basketball’ it hit her, her blue eyes shining in recognition.

“You’re Gray Fullbuster.”

Thank the heavens she finally recognized him.

“That’s right, Miss….” Now Gray felt embarrassed hoping the woman would offer her name. “I'm sorry I didn't catch your name.”

“Oh. Well, that’s because I didn’t offer it. I apologize. I am Mrs. Olivia Lockser and our family manages and owns this studio.”

Gray thought for a second. Did this mean that this was the woman he was paired up to? He wasn’t complaining or anything. He just expected someone… younger. But who was he to judge? If this woman got the job done, he wasn’t one to complain.

The woman may have recognized doubt in Gray, so she corrected him immediately.

“You’re here for my daughter. She is friends with one of the show’s writer.” Olivia felt the need to explain.

“Oh, you’re not teaching the class?"

“Oh no, no, no, no.” She chuckled. “My daughter does, not me. My arthritis might strike when I do that.”

The trio laughed at Mrs. Lockser's attempt of a joke. When the giggles died down, Mrs. Lockser excused herself.

“Everybody’s already waiting so I won’t keep you any longer. I would love to escort you but I have some prior engagement. My daughter will be the one to accommodate you then."

“I hope she got your beautiful genes.”

The flattery made the woman giggle. If she was a little younger she would have engaged in this basketball superstar’s flirting. Gray wouldn’t mind. Older woman propositioning him wasn’t new.

She contemplated over what he said, apparent when she brushed her chin with a thumb and a finger. A playful thought shone on her eyes. Something that Gray caught on.

“Why don't you just find it out yourself?”

With the way she said it, she was definitely onto something. She gave him another once-over, more appreciative this time (checking him out). Gray did not read much into it. Besides, no one was ever immune to the ‘Gray Charms’.

“I have to go. See you around Mr. Fullbuster and good luck with the game.”

Gray thanked her and kissed the back of her palm once again. This time, he noted, she was not surprised by the act. Then, he watched and observed as the woman walked herself to the parking lot. With the way she spoke and carried herself, the star player knew she wasn’t just some middle-aged lady. She looked and sounded like one of those women he met in parties who hailed from the country’s wealthiest families – women with pedigree.

“Good genes do run in this family, Mr. Fullbuster. The young miss is definitely as beautiful as the older miss.”

Uncle Rob had already held the door open for him. He wasted no time and vanished inside the building in case the old man remembered asking for an autograph on the chest.

A soft classical tune welcomed Gray. He noticed immediately the elegant flight of stairs, a Victorian era survivor, which led to the second floor. He roamed his eyes around the baronial room which was large enough to hold big and important events. And with the classical design embedded in each corner, it might have been used for that purpose.

“Second floor, then the door to your left.” Uncle Rob, the mansion-turned-studio day-security, instructed. He apologized for not being able to take them in himself.

Gray put on his humble bull-cap and thanked the nice, old man.

“Oh! I didn’t get the autograph.”

The voice travelled inside but Gray faintly heard as he was already on the last step to the second floor.

“Well I hope this is worth the freaking drive.”

The classical tune grew louder but still soft to the ears. He could also now make out a muffled voice. It led him to the double doors with windows that afforded a peek inside. A group of little ballerinas on their tip toes and cute, pink tutus occupied the right side while who he assumed might be the guardians stayed on the left.

Next to them was another distinct group. All of them wore black shirts and each were holding equipment Gray recognized were used for filming: portable spotlights, reflectors and cameras. One was even pacing the floor back and forth with a rolled paper in her hand.

“Brace yourselves. Superstar coming in.”

The large room buzzed when Gray Fullbuster pushed the door open. The women residing the waiting area stood to their feet and rushed to him like hungry piranhas sighting a meat-drop in the tank. True enough; a young, very delicious meat had dropped on them.

Juvia, who was staring at her reflection at the wide-range mirror, turned to the door after hearing a long and heart-melting ‘Ohs’. She was taken-aback, recognizing the man who just walked in on her class. Then, arched a brow because someone just disrupted her class, much to her chagrin.

Gray immediately regretted abandoning his undercover get-up. The women from the waiting area pooled around him, seizing every chance they get to touch him. Even if he was familiar with this kind of scene, the Fiore Knight’s star player still felt awkward because most of these women were old enough to be his mother. A picture of Mrs. Mine flashed at the back of his mind and made him cringe inwardly. But being used to attention and with the money the team management spent on public relations, Gray Fullbuster definitely knew how to work this crowd. His million dollar smile that scored him hundreds of advertisement deals and magazine covers never left his face as the women feasted on him.

Juvia fixed her eyes on the man, ignoring the soft flutters in her stomach. She tried to call the attention of her students but their young eyes, too, were trained to the new guy. So she walked over to the hungry piranhas and broke up the feast.

“Hi, excuse me. Is there anything I can help you with?” She sounded rather formal and distant.

Her disinterest confused the basketball star. Usually, he’d get breasts brushing against him. His eyes fell on the pair the bluenette had. Not bad. He wouldn't mind the playful butt-slaps or cop-a-feels his fans would chance up to. He was a generous guy. But he did not appreciate what he was getting from this woman which was nothing at all. She wasn’t only distant but cold as ice.

“Well, I was told to come here for that show I’m in.”

Juvia turned to the girl who was pacing the floor nervously earlier. Now, she stood erect, eyes round as saucers.

“Levy?”

The girl’s face shifted when Juvia called her out. Red quickly spread on her cheeks when she realized she was starstruck. Levy then quickly moved her short legs and walked toward Juvia and the basketball superstar.

“Ah… yes. H-h-hello.” Levy greeted shyly, almost tumbling on the floor when she bowed to greet him.

“You are a little bit early, Sir.” Somehow, Levy could not look at Gray. Which Juvia found odd.

“I still have to hold a class, so…”

So what?

Gray did not budge. He was already there, even earlier than call time. Shouldn’t they start filming already since the superstar was already in the building? The eagle has landed.

Gray immediately noticed the change in her expression. He finally realized who the woman shared an uncanny resemblance with. But her face was pulled in a frown and she was emitting an ominous aura. A far cry from the radiance Mrs. Lockser had on.

“So, you can sit over there while I finish it.”

Gray felt like he was slapped in the face a thousand times. Was she asking him to wait? Gray Fullbuster, this era’s King of the Hoops was asked to wait? He could not believe the words coming out of her beautiful, beautiful mouth.

“Mary, please tend to our guest.”

Gray, feeling insulted to be referred to as just ‘guest’, stopped her by the shoulders. “Wait, do you know who I am?”

Really, she could have said basketball superstar, sexiest team captain (as polls would have it), or even just god Fullbuster.

“Yes.”

His confidence level skyrocketed. No woman in her right mind would not know Gray ‘the god’ Fullbuster.

“You're the guy from the billboard.”

Call an ambulance. Someone’s ego just flat-lined.

Air left his body as if someone threw a punch to his stomach. For a moment he forgot to breath.

Good heavens forgive this woman for her ignorance.

“She’s okay.”

After a few rounds of practice, the gang decided to rest at the bleachers while the trainees take over the court.

Pearls of sweat trailed down from their foreheads to their necks. The dream-team, composing of this year's national basketball champions, dried themselves with cotton towels and cooled their bodies off with the sponsored energy drink. They interrogated their team captain the moment they heard about the meeting.

“Not your type?” Laxus Dreyar, Fiore Knight’s Power Forward, asked.

“It's not that. It's just–“

“–exactly his type.” Natsu interrupted. “C'mon man, I know you too well.”

“She doesn't know what she needs to know.” Gray grimaced, reflecting back on how the woman in question called her ‘that guy from that the billboard’.

“What do you mean?” Curious, Natsu leaned closer to Gray which annoyed the latter. “So, she’s stupid? Aw. Hey! What was that for?”

“You can’t call a woman stupid, you idiot.” Loke hit the back of Natsu’s head. He felt offended on behalf of every woman. He loved every single woman of them.

“She’s not stupid.”

Since practice started, Gray never recovered from his bad mood.

“Then what?”

It was hard for Gray to explain. Mostly because he knew these guys would just laugh at his face when he admitted to the truth.

“Ignorant. She’s ignorant. She called me the guy from that billboard."

And boy was he right. His team mates did not just laugh at his face. They ‘rolled around, smacked the floor, and broadcasted it to the whole gym’ laughed at his face.

“Waitwaitwait.” The Point Guard and Gray’s best friend, also the one who got to his nerves the most, struggled to even his breathing. “So you’re telling us you’ve been cranky all morning because she doesn’t know you?”

Gray waited for the punch line in that joke.

“He’s mad because he’s not the famous and irresistible Gray Fullbuster he thought he was.”

Loke wrapped it up with that conclusion, finding it amusing to add insult to the captain's ego injury.

“If you guys are done laughing give me two hundred push-ups.”

Gray threw his towel on the bleachers. He still was the Captain and he was not above using his power to punish those bastards.

“Mr. Fullbuster–”

“–Gray is fine.” Gray shot the shy girl a friendly smile.

“Mr. Gray.”

Hoopster grimaced inwardly. He meant to call him Gray, not that infamous guy with that BDSM fetish.

“Today we’re going to film you and Juvia saying things about each other.”

Levy informed the superstar on how today’s filming was going to go down. It was some sort of introduction clip they were going to play before they officially introduce the contestants.

“Oh, is that so.”

Gray’s ears perked up. Instantly, he became curious of what this woman, this ignorant little thing, has to say about ‘that guy from the billboard’. Gray only realized then. Juvia has seen his billboard. Did that mean she took note of his hard abs? He was only wearing an Aztec bandana in that billboard and his six packs were on full display. Gray brightened with that realization. He started counted the number of women who fell for that photo.

“We gave you Juv–I mean Ms. Lockser’s profile yesterday.” She peeked to see Gray looking ahead, contemplating something. “We know you’re a busy person so if you want to be filmed first then–”

“–It’s alright. Lady’s first.”

“Did you read my profile?”

The reason of his frustration peeked behind the shy writer. The woman dabbed dry towel on her face. Her blue locks were gathered in a bun. From the looks of it, she just finished washing. Gray’s appreciative eyes wandered down her slender neck, then that sexy place where the neck and her shoulders met, then farther and farther…

“Hey, I said did you read my profile?”

Juvia’s face was now frowning. She was probably annoyed that she had to repeat herself.

“Didn’t have to.” Gray replied.

He took a step forward which caused the surprised ballerina to take a step back.

“I would like to know my partner on a more personal level.”

Juvia recognized that smile – sexy and dangerous.

“Juvia.”

The ballerina jumped when Levy called her out, snapping her back to reality.

“We will film you first and then Mr. Gray.” Levy informed her.

Juvia glanced back to Gray, the dangerously sexy smile still radiating on his smug face. She narrowed her eyes at him as a warning. His smirk broke into a full grin. Juvia whipped her head around and followed Levy. The writer led her to a make-shift photography studio the crew set up for the occasion.

Gray watched the bluenette intently. He wanted to hear what she was to say about him, so he walked closer and stood next to the director.

“Just be casual, Ms. Juvia.” The director instructed in a friendly voice. “Tell us what you think about Mr. Fullbuster.”

When the director said his name, Juvia’s eyes instinctively wandered over where the man was. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before the director cued the start of filming.

“Rolling on the set. Lights, camera, action!”

The set fell silent as everyone was waiting for the ballerina to speak. It took her a while that Gray thought she gone mute or something.

“He is… eager.”

Gray’s face fell on the floor. Eager? Was that a good thing to describe him?

“To learn.” She clarified. “He is a go-getter.”

Her smile radiated through the screen as Gray watched the live test. Looking at her being confident in front of the camera, Gray could tell this was not the first time for Juvia. She had the face for it, he had to admit.

After a few words about dance and the plans she had for their performance, Gray was asked to take the sit next. As usual, his charms were off the charts, talking about himself, basketball and how excited he was for the new experience.

Juvia observed him through the monitor. She had to give it to him. If she didn’t hear about the crazy things he has done off camera she would have believed the boy-next-door image Gray was projecting in front of the camera.

But she knew better not to.

When Gray filmed his last shot, he winked directly at the camera. Juvia’s heart skipped a beat.

Gray Fullbuster was sexy and dangerous.

Word was out. Gray Fullbuster was frequenting a certain place in Magnolia.

Juvia did not know if she was glad about the instant fame her studio was now enjoying. The regulars would usually be mothers who had nothing else better to do or nannies paid to stick around. That day, the bluenette was greeting faces she had never seen in her life.

The ballet teacher wanted to apologize for the way she acted the day before. Her temper would always get the best of her and interrupting her class with his presence drove her up the wall. Juvia decided it wasn’t really Gray’s fault after collecting herself. So when she took the short trip from her house to the studio, imagine her surprise when she got blocked by a crowd of Fiore Knight fans.

Gray, ever the crowd-charmer, waved to his fans like the celebrity that he was. Some pushed to take photos with him. Other handed him posters or portraits for his autograph. Gray was more than happy to oblige them. He not only loved the attention, he basked on it. Gray glanced up the studio door where he saw the young bluenette tapping her left foot and repeatedly checking her watch. He loved his fans. But most of all, he loved annoying a certain woman.

The Fiore Knight star player waved his fans goodbye on the streets and made his way to where Juvia was, taking his sweet time. Which, he noted, added another crease on her forehead.

“Practice starts at seven, Mr. Fullbuster. Not seven-thirty.”

“I got held up.” Gesturing to the sea of people still gathered outside the studio.

It irked Juvia that he wasn’t sorry at all.

“So…” Gray stepped forward, meeting the impatient woman’s glare. “It knows my name." Because come to think of it, Juvia never called him by his name.

The woman ignored his comment and walked past him. He might have checked out her ass as she ascended the stairs. He might have also appreciated it.

Juvia hated delays and the distracted guest currently wandering around her studio seemed to be full of it. Sometimes, he would ask her about the paintings on the walls while she or their dance coach was in the middle of giving out instructions. He would also interrupt her with his loud thinking and apologized for it afterwards. The bluenette had the feeling he wasn't sorry at all.

And the Hoopster acted like a brat all throughout practice.

Hoopster giggled with the crew members while Juvia talked to Levy and the dance coach regarding the dance routine. Vijee the dance coach, being a fan of the Hoopster, abandoned the task at hand to join them, causing Juvia another delay. It was the last straw.

Juvia was growing anxious. The show scheduled a closed-door preshow where the unnamed prospect judges were to give comments and pointers which would help the couples prepare for their performance. Juvia knew well dancing in front of a camera was much easier than in front of a live studio audience. Besides, Levy had tipped Juvia that one of the sitting judges would be her lifelong idol. She bit her nail. Juvia needed to impress her. To do that, she needed to set the Hoopster straight.

During break, she pulled him aside, out of everyone’s earshot and scolded the guy.

“Can you take anything seriously?”

Without warning, Gray leaned in, putting on a serious look, dropping an octave – his voice was husky and teasing.

“Is this serious enough?”

Juvia stiffened. She became highly aware of the thinning distance between them. If Gray noticed it too, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he continued his steps, doing what he proved to be good at – invading her personal space. Juvia did not like it. He was close, so close that she could see the small scar peeking beneath his unruly bangs. And his eyes, his dark, piercing eyes were trained at her, boring through her. She watched his gaze fall on her lips then his tongue seductively run over his own.

Juvia wondered how his lips tasted.

“What's happening?”

The bluenette jumped back, surprised. She took a few more steps, eager to put space in between them. Gray first saw the reflection of the interrupter on the wide range mirror mounted on the wall. He easily recognized the personification of classic elegance. The walking testament of the expression ‘like mother, like daughter’ – Olivia Lockser.

“So, I've seen you met my daughter.”

Gray was not sure if it was just him or if there was another meaning to Mrs. Lockser’s words. But the glint of mischief in her sharp blue eyes and the way she lifted the corner of her lips made it look and sound like there was. He’d get to the bottom of that later.

For now, one thing was for sure: with the way Juvia’s eyes lingered on his lips, the woman was interested. Great! Gray could work with that. He could turn interest into attraction real quick.

Authro’s Note: Revised Chapter 2 is up. What do you guys think?

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