'They say it's what you make

I say it's up to fate

It's woven in my soul

I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I wanna save that light'

"I can't believe you fucking did this!" The sharp words were louder than the creaking of the door, pinning me on spot before I'd even taken one step inside.

Yet I hadn't done anything technically. I had no reason to gulp like that; well, I had maybe with the few fresh images flashing through my mind. But how could Blade even know?

"What? I don't have the right to see my old best friend?" As surprising as it was, this question didn't come out of my parted lips; it was the now-familiar voice of Pete booming from behind the left door, and it made me realize I was alone in the entrance hall, with only the shiny guns staring at me from behind the counter.

Blade's voice had this power to cut through so deep inside your chest that it could feel like he was a few inches away even when he was afar, especially at this moment as I discovered a rawer inflection that reached easily from another room, and I was probably reckless to try to walk closer.

"Don't play fucking innocent! You can 'see' all your old friends, but don't mess with my business."

These words weren't directed towards me, though they could probably apply to me when I'd seen Spencer just this morning, and I was currently standing behind the ajar door, eavesdropping on their argument. I surely should have taken this as a warning, but instead, my shaky hand knocked on the door that led to the 'private' part of the shooting range.

"He told me everything."

Was this a 'come in' or 'get lost'? Clearly, they hadn't heard me. But for the tickles of curiosity or just shitty instincts arising in my insides, Blade's voice felt like an open invitation.

I had no idea what they were talking about, yet it appeared important, and I had to find out more.

"You really told him to not retire?"

"I told him to wait a few more years maybe. You're still young, and I don't want you to miss great opportunities and regret it."

I could have still turned back. I was in the dark hallway, and from what I was hearing, they were in the main room – I'd come here enough times in the past week to start to know their house – and they hadn't seen me.

Yet the word 'opportunities' kept my feet firmly planted on the floor.

"It's my great opportunity! I don't have loads of opportunities knocking at my door, and you know how hard I work my ass off for this."

"And you could work your ass off as hard for another job. Opportunities don't come at your door, you go find them. That's why I'm telling you to take more time."

"Like I haven't lost enough time trying in the past years!" Blade laughed, the loud sound carrying no humor, only bitterness that invaded my tight chest, and in the narrow space of my ribcage, all the heartache, worries, and questions about me and my life were pushed back, forgotten. At least, Blade still had this power, and I could picture too easily his large smirk, the edges of his jaw, and the sharpness of his gaze.

"You think you know everything? But you have no fucking idea, and that's my life. So I decide whatever the fuck I want."

I recognized that tone, the contrasting sharp and smug duality to make people back down; I'd witnessed it enough to imagine how deep it must cut on the receiving end. But more than this, I guessed how incisive it was for Pete.

I didn't know much, or even anything about the matter, yet I knew Pete cared a lot for Blade. He was treating him like family. He loved him like family, and although Blade would surely never admit it, I could feel he loved him too in his own way.

Feelings, sensations, instincts? It was this kind of sparks, this prickling like broken shards in my guts that put my feet into motion. I didn't think about what I was doing, just walking towards the end of the hallway and the light source. To do what? Hug them both maybe? Prevent them from breaking their precious bond?

"I know better than anyone."

I was stopped one step away from entering the room and being seen by Pete's reply.

When anyone else would have bowed or walked away, his voice sounded unwavering and firmly anchored, yet without raising. It was actually quiet, and I wouldn't have heard it if there had been a door separating the room from the hallway because it sounded like an empty sigh, an empty confession, anything full of emptiness.

Now, I wasn't sure for whom I was more curious, but I knew I had to stay hidden to find out about any of these secret matters.

"That's why I want you to think before doing anything. Don't you want a legal job? A normal life?"

'Ordinary can be good, normal... you know what to expect, and it's... safe', I could still see Blade's transparent eyes when he'd talked about this as Ford Wels.

"And Dorothy, don't you want to be more than a gang leader for her?"

I held my breath, even though I couldn't do the same with the rest inside my chest.

This was definitely the thing I was the most curious about, and the most clueless.

I couldn't picture what the expanse of blue looked like. Icy? Tempestuous? Clear and inviting to dive in? I feared all the answers. But what followed was nothing like I could have ever expected.

A squeal. A squeal answered Pete's question and made me jump the step separating me from the living room.

Pairs of wide eyes turned to me, first, clear blue ready to sweep me away, then brown with a shocked expression I was used to, and finally, onyx near my legs. Meteorite.

The little raccoon must have recognized my scent, and I chose to answer him first as the pleading look in his eyes was the easiest to handle. I took him in my arms.

As for the two others... it wasn't that easy. Even Meteorite was burying his head into my chest, sheltering himself with his small paws.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I came early to see Meteorite." Judging glance from the baby raccoon, but it was the truth before I'd got sidetracked. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can go back."

"No, it's okay," they replied in unison, but if the rest came out in sync, not their ideas.

"It concerns you too. We'd love to hear your view."

"The conversation is over."

It resembled a pass of glances with Blade's piercing gaze sliding from Pete to me, Pete's calm look traveling between Blade and me, and my large eyes flickering between the two and Meteorite, who was still hiding.

Two dangerous and imposing men like them and their gazes clashing in the small and electric space of the room, it was quite terrifying.

Yet it wasn't fear making my open lips tremble with what to say. There was no right answer to this, and my polite manners, my curiosity, my guts, and my heart weren't agreeing.

"I have milkshakes." A sheepish smile on my lips and the paper bag lifted in my hand, I glanced from Meteorite to Pete, getting the same wide-eyed 'are you crazy?' look until Blade's chuckle brought me back to his blue eyes.

He had his 'you're crazy' smile, and I surely was, but it was okay as his jaw and the whole atmosphere relaxed with the grin.

"I thought we were going out tonight?"

"Um, yes... I know but I... I don't think they have milkshakes where we're going? And those are the best." I was still struggling with my words as Blade found another way to pin me on spot, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and trailing his devious lips along my neck.

He was making sure I forgot the previous conversation, and it could have almost worked if it hadn't been for all the curious eyes on us.

"Oh, and I've also brought cookies for Meteorite."

The raccoon immediately recognized his name in a squeal, and with how loud he was, he surely understood what I was talking about too. I didn't even hear the ringing of the phone until Pete announced,

"Duty is calling! Leave me some cookies." He pointed his finger at Meteorite, who shook his head in something that looked like an arrogant 'no'.

"Oh, here, at least, take your milkshake." I shuffled through the bag hanging at my wrist; well, I tried to with Blade's arms hugging me and a curious raccoon moving in my arms.

"You brought one for me too?" Pete's eyebrows lifted up once more when I finally managed to pull out a plastic cup, thanks to Blade who had grabbed Meteorite, though he still kept an arm around my waist.

"Yes, it's the least I can do for all the times I disturb you." I fiddled with the straps of the bag as I recalled all the times I'd rushed here like a mess, my cheeks probably taking the same tint with Blade holding me close.

"Oh, you never bother! It's always a pleasure to see you pop up at our door. But thank you!" The old man raised his cup with a smile before running in the hallway, uselessly trying to get to the phone before it stopped ringing, and I turned to the two others pairs of eyes still on me: Blade, who had his penetrating gaze like often, set all over my freckles, and Meteorite and his expectant puppy eyes.

"Let's give you what you're waiting for." I realized my words too late as I was already pulling on Blade's hand, deepening the deviousness of his dimple.

"Mhm, you know what I like to hear."

"I was talking to Meteorite." I turned to face him completely and take the baby raccoon as if it could prove my point, but it didn't dispel his sly smile as he cocked an eyebrow, his gaze trailing down my body.

I really had to 'be more careful about the words I chose', and my movements, as my skirt rode up with Meteorite's impatient jumps, and from my not-so-ladylike seated position on the couch, it was exposing too much skin to Blade's smoldering eyes.

But maybe I liked it: the trail of dynamite powder on my skin, and the spark in my blood with all the innuendos. Maybe that was why I let my words fly out freely after some minutes.

"I missed you..."

"Still talking to Meteorite?" Blade drawled, his wicked smile echoing through the rolling syllables, yet I still risked a sideway glance to meet the bad intention in his eyes.

"Yes." I fought to keep my smile, which was threatening to mirror his impish one. Although the answer was obvious.

Yes, I'd missed the little ball of fur I was currently petting, and that had made his way into my heart in less than a week. But my flushed freckles and my body leaning in more and more into Blade as I was almost on his lap were showing the double meaning in my words. Even our fingers on the soft fur that were now brushing each other more than Meteorite's back were telling everything.

Though the baby raccoon didn't seem to mind, crunching on the cookies and sipping his bowl of milk. He'd discovered the secret of life: cookies and milk. What could he ask more?

"Dorothea..." Blade called dangerously my attention like to remind me I wasn't only talking to Meteorite. "You want to know what I'm waiting for?" This held all the raspy intonations of a trick question, yet I still nodded, not daring to turn to his Cheshire cat's smile.

"I'm waiting to be alone with you." Here the trick was closing off on my lungs and all my insides with the low drop of his voice, and like the real evil genie he was, he leaned closer over my shoulder. "We can go to my room or watch the stars... or do both?"

He was undoubtedly the best at innuendos and underlying meanings, and he was conveying them with his languorous kisses down my neck.

"What do you say?"

What were we even talking about? His room... the stars... alone... these were the only things left through my mind.

My hand had stopped brushing Meteorite, and all my nerve-endings were attracted towards his touch. He was distracting me again, and I had to pull away before he reached that little spot down my neck or I would forget everything.

"No!" I leaned away, my voice wavering as much as my body. "You promi– we said we were going out."

"You sure you wanna go? It's gloomy, and there's nothing worth seeing." His devious smile had fallen down completely, but I still felt like there was an underlying meaning in the depths of his gaze, and he was determined to make me forget.

"We could stay here." He glanced at Meteorite, surely hoping to use his puppy eyes to convince me.

However, he hadn't realized I was too lost in the enigmatic shades of blue I'd glimpsed in his.

"I'm sure I want to see it." I dived in his gaze to emphasize my assurance, and as it appeared so far away, I leaned closer until my lips grazed his. "And we can be alone after... watch the stars and everything..."

Just like that, the bad intention was back in his darkening eyes and in his grin, which I felt more than saw, like a sharp contrast. As much as I dreaded it sometimes, fearing to watch the clear expanse of water turn icy and cut me off, I also liked to see his sharp features lighten just for me.

"Okay, give me two minutes to get ready and we beat feet. The sooner we go, the sooner I get what I'm waiting for." The last part remained on my lips as he pecked them, and there was no possible ambiguity with his wink. It was pure bad intention, and I let my smile stretch widely as he rushed out of the room.

"I missed you too." I giggled when I was left alone with Meteorite, who had finished his snack and was trying to wipe the milk off his little whiskers.

I helped him and quickly pulled him in my arms, knowing we didn't have much time for a last hug before Blade was back. Though the raccoon had other plans, jumping on the couch and reaching for the cuddly toy there. It was one of my old toys that I'd brought him the other day, and he seemed to like it as he was holding it tightly, walking back on my lap.

It was unbelievable how easily the scared baby had taken his marks here, and literally from the claws marks on the couch. Although it wasn't too noticeable with the various stains on the dark fabric.

He was definitely better here than at my house. Here, the coffee table had been pushed to the side to leave room for his basket and bowl, and it didn't matter if it wasn't perfectly aligned with the couch. 

The furniture was arranged to be practical and not aesthetic, whether it was the fridge put at equidistance between the corner kitchen and the couch, or the shelves holding tools, newspapers, and vinyl records, and except for some motorcycles plates and a bedside lamp on the floor in the left corner, there was no decoration. There was no need for it as the unique lines of the wooden furniture were already bringing a special and simple feeling to the room. They were unique and special; they were Blade's.

"You like it here?" I asked the little raccoon before his eyelids drooped completely, and his soft purr was the best answer.

"Me too."

Meteorite wasn't the only one already feeling comfortable in the boys' den, and I leaned back on the backrest as I breathed the air filled with wood, a hint of tobacco, and the freshness of pines coming from the open window.

"Who would have thought–"

"Oh, Dorothy? Sorry to interrupt."

I shook my head as I wasn't sure what Pete had interrupted except my mindless conversation with Meteorite who was snoring lightly in my arms.

"I thought you already went out with Blade."

"No, he's getting ready."

"This boy uses too much grease!" Pete chuckled, the low sound still being contagious as my smile grew larger.

It was true that I liked better when I could run my fingers freely and mess Blade's strands. But his quiff was adding a dangerous edge, which he actually didn't need to look dark, contrasting, imposing, and handsome.

"By the way, thank you." Pete pulled me out of my contemplation, raising his empty cup with a knowing smile to let me understand what he was talking about, but also that he'd guessed who was occupying my thoughts. "It's the best milkshake I've ever tried."

"It is. It's from the Rose's diner." My eyes widened more as I realized something else. "Wait, you've never tried it? It's in the center, across from the flower shop and the post office."

"No, I don't go often to this side of town."

Right, I forgot easily that even if it took me just a few minutes by bicycle to reach here and feel comfortable, the sides of the town were like worlds apart, not mixing. I had never seen a dangerous bad boy in leather jacket at the Rose's diner, well until that Wednesday afternoon, and the rest was history, particularly at school, where the story was still spreading.

"But now I have a reason to go!"

"Tell Nellie you're sent by Dorothy, she'll add extra cream," I told him with a hand sheltering my mouth as if I was sharing a precious secret; well, it was, as only a few favored people got this privilege, and as he imitated the lock of lips I'd done on our first encounter, I knew he was deserving of this extra-cream privilege.

"You're really kind, Dorothy." He put his cup aside after one last sip on the straw, when the unmistakable sound of air bubbles made it clear there was no more sweet beverage.

He surely didn't want to risk making too much noise and waking Meteorite as his voice and even all his movements to take a seat next to me were careful, his eyes traveling between me and the little raccoon.

"Meteorite can agree with me. Blade too."

There might have been another reason for his quietness, and although I could barely glimpse his small smile through his beard, I caught the tender gleam in his eyes and the faraway shadow.

Their previous argument wasn't far; it hovered in the air, adding a weight to my shrug as I looked down to hide my warm cheeks.

Maybe I also didn't know what to say.

'We'd love to hear your view', his words were still resonating in the silence, probably because his heavy sigh was carrying them, and I would have loved to know more. But was it really my place?

The echo of Blade's answer was louder, strong enough to even fight the itching curiosity. The conversation was over.

"I didn't do much... I just brought Meteorite here." I diverted the conversation with the only thing that came to my mind, or more exactly, the one under my fingers, which were brushing softly his soft fur.

"You did so much more," he paused to offer me an intent look, and it was obvious from whom Blade had inherited, or at least, learned his talent to hint at underlying meanings. "Thank you for letting me keep Meteorite. This little furry buddy is good company, and I've already grown attached."

"I think he has too, and he's growing literally! I can't believe how well he's walking now." My finger grazed the white bandage near his back paw, now the only remaining mark of the cruel wound.

Seeing how he'd rushed to greet me, I guessed it was a proof that not every bullet was fatal, and I could feel this hope as my chest that had frozen one week before in front of the powerless animal was now warmed by his little head resting on me.

"You're taking great care of him."

"I'm not alone. Blade helps a lot, even if he won't admit it."

I lifted my head towards Pete, keeping the same warm smile. "I know."

All this trouble to divert the conversation, and we were already coming back to Blade. It was impossible to avoid when he was in the center of my spinning thoughts, and this time, I didn't try to stop it when Pete's beard moved with a crooked smile.

"I wish he could realize it too..." Another sigh, a last moment of hesitation as he glanced back to the hallway to make sure we were alone, though anyway, I was already holding my breath.

"I don't know if he told you, but he's about to take over the gang."

"No, I didn't know..." I'd overheard him talk about it with his 'non-friends', yet I didn't know more, and I was still as clueless. "Is it a good or bad thing?" I bit down on my lower lip to hold all the preconceived opinions I'd been told and all the questions rushing in my head. When? Where? What? How? Why?

"It's what we were arguing about. The current boss wants to retire, and he offered Blade to take his place over the Summer."

He didn't answer my question – my spoken one at least. There was no 'bad' or 'good'. He was setting out the facts to let me decide, and it was something so rare that I was a little lost.

"Blade is all for it, but I think he should wait, consider other options, legal options," he added with a stressing nod of his head, and coming from the big bearded and tattooed man, it could have almost looked funny, if there hadn't been so much seriousness in his words and in his brown eyes.

"But... isn't he already in the gang? What would it change?" Maybe it was because I came from a completely different world, yet it felt like I was missing something to understand the matter and the intensity of their fight.

"Everything," he breathed out, the word already conveying a lot. "Now he's just a member. He can quit whenever he wants. At first, he just started for money while waiting to find a job, but he didn't get one yet, and he's losing patience."

People didn't hire criminals with murders on their record. My stomach plummeted the same way as when I'd overheard Diane and her friends gossiping about him. Yet it was taking another sense in front of Pete's worried frown, after hearing Blade's cold laugh about losing time, and mostly, now that he was more than a captivating stranger.

People didn't look past a piece of paper at the human underneath.

"He wasn't even supposed to get the boss's offer. Normally, it's his son that should take over."

"Rye?" My confused brain was slowly starting to put the pieces together.

"I see you've met him."

I offered him a wince in reply, the bad impression from the short encounter remaining in my guts.

"A real angel!" The word was full of irony, even more coming with Pete's serious expression. "But no matter how hard he tries, he isn't as smart, imposing, and bold as Blade."

Who would?

"So Otto, the boss, trusts more Blade with the gang. He's earned it, and he thinks it's a big opportunity."

He'd 'worked his ass off'. Now, every part of their argument made sense, well except for the one about me... But the question didn't get to jump past my chest as Pete added,

"But it's no opportunity at all. It's more like a trap. You get more power and money, but you have even more the police after you and new enemies and rivals. You get fully bogged down the illegal stuff, and everyone you care about is dragged along."

I wasn't sure what I tried to swallow, but it was in vain with how thick and throbbing it was in my throat.

"I've been there."

I didn't try to ask more, and not only because it wasn't polite. I had already a lot to consider, and my lips were too dry. Besides, I didn't have to; the question was probably written all over my face.

"Yes, yes, I've been young once!" Pete smiled at my furrowed eyebrows, though it got lost like his gaze as he went along, "And I've even created the gang with Otto."

It wasn't shocking. My eyes shouldn't have bulged out, as he had the profile with the tattoos, the tough facade, and just the fact that he lived in this area. But why was he thinking so bad of it then?

"I was exactly like Blade, reckless and proud. I felt at the top of the world. Otto and I started this gang from nothing, and then, we had power, money, our friendship, and I even had a beautiful girlfriend who worked at the bar." He smiled for a too-brief second, his gaze not coming back to me though.

"But I still wanted more... When she fell pregnant, I started working more. We both had grown up with no money, so I wanted the best for our kid and her."

My ribcage was already shriveling because it was obvious all around here until the nostalgic glint in his eyes that it wasn't a happy fairytale. Yet I wasn't prepared for the tragic ending.

"She didn't agree with it. She wanted me to stop and find a normal job. She said she didn't care about the money, the most important was the family we were building. But I never listened." He shook his head like it could erase his past mistakes or maybe just the painful memories.

Anyway, the regret was painted all over his features beyond the inks and beard. It was in the wrinkles around his eyes and nose, the shadows of his faraway gaze, and the weight on his slugged shoulders; it was making him look older than he already was.

"And one day, there was a fight at the bar, a rival gang. I wasn't there..."

My trembling hands held Meteorite closer to my chest in an instinct of protection, but from what actually? The sorrowful emotions filling the air: regret, powerlessness, heartbreak, loneliness, and loss.

"She got hurt, and she lost the baby."

Here was the tragic ending, and the emptiness I'd heard in his voice earlier, along with everything, made sense. There was nothing to add.

So I jumped when his hoarse voice continued, "The worst was that she still gave me one last chance to stop it all, and I once more didn't listen. I didn't think. I was blinded by the want, the want of revenge, and she left."

I didn't think either as I wrapped my arms around his big frame, which appeared more and more like a teddy bear, and with my rushed movements, I might have woken up Meteorite. Yet the little raccoon didn't protest once. I was sure he could feel all the emotions going around, and he climbed on Pete's lap to give him all his warmth and furry love.

This little animal was definitely a gift from above, and I didn't regret giving it to Pete and Blade, although it couldn't replace all that had been lost.

"Did you ever try to find her after?"

I'd been so focused on his story that I hadn't even realized all the cracks happening in me until they echoed in the room, and then, I barely felt the tears slipping down my cheeks.

"No, I realized my mistake too late, and when I did, I continued for a few more years because the gang was all I had. Now, she's surely happier with a beautiful family."

"I'm sorry." I wanted to tell him that he too deserved to be happy and he would have made a beautiful family happy, but that was the only thing that came out in my croaky voice.

Meteorite was better at this, purring softly over his chest.

"Don't worry about me. It was a long time ago." He leaned away, holding and patting my shoulders as I was the one crying, and he was smiling, a smile full of regret, but mostly, his eyes were still as somber.

"I just don't want Blade to make the same mistakes and end up alone... here, or worse, in a cell..."

The last word was left hanging with too many what-ifs in the already heavy atmosphere.

When seeing Blade, and his dangerous and confident aura, it seemed impossible. Yet he'd already been to jail, and this what-if may have crossed my mind a few times during some sleepless nights, somewhere along my tattoos enumeration, between the 'sinner' and gun inks. It was a possibility, and hearing it from Pete's still scratchy voice made it echo too loudly in the room and inside me.

I swallowed again, and this time, there was no doubt that it was my heart, all the little broken and cracked parts of my heart.

Pete's attention was coming back on me. He'd told me everything, and now, he was waiting for my view, with patience, no judgment, but so much hope.

I couldn't reply with a milkshake excuse anymore, and I had no perfect answer ready for this. So following my guts or whatever was rising inside, I opened my trembling lips.

"Let's go to the bar!"

My mouth was left hanging, just like my view there, at the call, and I just had time to wipe my cheeks before Blade's Cheshire smile appeared in the room. Though it switched to a clenched jaw and sharp gaze as soon as he took in Pete's figure next to me.

We were back to the looks passes, and my mouth was still left open as Blade's eyes were piercing through me.

"The Rose's diner? Okay, I'll try it tomorrow." Pete came to my rescue before I could catch a fly or blurt out something I wouldn't be able to take back, and I took his understanding smile as a sign that it was okay if I didn't tell him my view; maybe he'd already guessed.

"Yes, and there are more cookies in the bag for Meteorite and you." I got up, pointing to the bag, as it was the only thing I could do after everything he'd confessed.

"Thank you, Dorothy," he repeated one more time with a single nod as I joined Blade.

Yet he'd already thanked me for the milkshake and Meteorite, and this time it felt like there was more behind his eyes, which were slowly taking back their brightness.

It would be one more unanswered question as Blade grabbed my hand, pulling me with him.

"You're ready?"

Right, the bar, the place I'd insisted so much to go, it didn't appear that tempting after discovering what had happened there. However, it was still part of Blade and his secret places, and when he turned to look at me under a cocked eyebrow, I knew there was no backing away.

"Yes, I am." I squeezed his hand a little bit tighter to press my answer and my assurance, at least for a second, but I hoped he didn't notice the longer seconds I kept the close hold to make sure he was really here with me, for now.

As we walked down the hallway and all the previous revelations followed me, I understood why people said to children to not eavesdrop: it took away their innocence and fun, and I wondered if I would even be able to enjoy this date.

But it was without taking into account Blade and his talents. He had the talent to make me forget, and as he flashed me his magical grin, it felt like nothing could get to him, and technically to me too as he was tugging on my hand, keeping me close.

"The sooner we go there, the sooner–"

"Yes, yes, I got it." I laughed as we stepped outside and the sky was darkening, taking this unique shade between the cerulean of the day and the thick navy of the night, and getting ready to welcome the star.

"Oh, I almost forgot:" He let go of my hand to search for something in the belt of his pants behind his back. "Here for tonight."

When normal boys would offer girls flowers for a date, he was putting a gun in my hand.

"Just in case the little princess has to prove who she is..." His gaze bored into mine, and here, it was transparent enough to almost see the memory of the first time I'd asked to see this bar.

"Automatic?" I smiled, closing my palm around the handle.

"Of course, Shooting star."

When normal girls would get butterflies in their stomach, inhaling the delicate scent of the bouquet in their hands, he created trails of sparking powder in all my insides.

Was it a good or bad thing? That was the question, and only the future would answer.

What do you think? Is it a good or bad thing? 🤔😏 Anyway, you better get ready for the next chapters coming... 😉🤭🤫

And in the meantime, whose heart is breaking for Pete? 🥺 He's such a teddy bear, he deserves to be happy, don't you think? 

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