Mark walked down the hall, his thoughts on anything except what they should be. He smiled as he passed by Evolution's locker room. He debated going in to see Dave before the show, then decided he didn't want to risk having to see Orton more than necessary. He had no clue how Dave could handle working with that asshole every week. It wasn't like he had a choice like Mark did. Dave had to see him almost every waking hour because they were in Evolution together. It had to be hell for him to see his ex. Mark bit back another smile. If he had any choice in the matter Dave wouldn't give a shit either way about Randy much longer. They'd been together for a couple of weeks now and already he'd noticed a difference in him. Dave smiled a lot more than Mark had ever seen him do the entire time he'd known him. He looked more alive now and he couldn't help but feel that it was because of him.

Turning the corner, Mark ran into a body. He looked up, ready to apologize then realized who it was. He rolled his eyes at the man standing in front of him.

"Watch where you're goin', Cade!"

His tag team partner shrugged.

"I think you ran into me, Jindrak!"

"Did not, man!"

"Yeah you did," Garrison laughed.

Mark stuck his tongue out.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks," he laughed again, "I don't wanna get on Dave's bad side." He winked as he noticed someone come up behind his tag partner. "I'll just leave you two alone."

Mark turned around and looked up into Dave's eyes. He smiled and threw his arms around his neck. Dave kissed his cheek quickly before pulling away.

"We're in public, MJ," he said, looking around.

"So?" Mark asked, shrugging. He leaned over and nipped at Dave's ear. "Can I help it if I love being in your arms?" he whispered.

Dave grinned and threw an arm around Mark's shoulder. He started walking forward, gently pulling Mark along with him. Mark slid his arm around Dave's waist and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Grinning still, Dave turned the corner and stopped in front of a door.

"Come on," he urged, opening the door. He took a step in.

Mark wrinkled his nose.

"A mop closet?"

"You don't like it?" Dave laughed.

"A MOP closet?" Mark bit his lip and looked around. "Couldn't we just go into your locker room?"

"Why?" Dave asked, "So we can sit in there and watch Randy fawn all over Hunter?" He shook his head. "Come on, hurry up and get in here before someone sees us!" He reached out and tugged at Mark's hand.

Pulling him inside, he closed the door quickly. "Now, what did you say about being in my arms?" He wrapped his arms around Mark's waist and leaned down to kiss his mouth.

"Mmm, I LOVE it," Mark muttered as Dave's lips moved down to trail kisses on his neck.

***

Randy looked up as his ex walked back into the locker room half an hour later. He frowned as he noticed the unmistakable grin of a person who just got laid. Standing up, he tried his best to look un-phased and smirked.

"You look pretty happy, Dave."

Dave shrugged, avoiding Randy's eyes. He sat down and began pulling out his gear for that night. Randy watched him for a moment then sat down next to him, making sure that his leg was brushing up against Dave's.

"I've been watching you in the ring these past few weeks, ya know," he said, shifting so that his hand was resting on Dave's leg, "You've gotten better. I just wanna apologize for saying that shit about ring rust." He smiled and waited for him to respond.

Dave looked down at Randy's hand then up at his face. He scooted over so that they weren't touching anymore. He pulled his tights out and stood up to change into them.

"Thanks," he said roughly as he pulled his pants off.

Randy watched Dave strip, a small grin slipping onto his face. His eyes traveled down Dave's muscular back and to his thong-clad ass as Dave bent over to toss his clothes in his bag. Randy stood up behind Dave and watched as he pulled his tights on, waiting for a hint of acknowledgement.

"What do you want?" Dave asked as he turned around. Randy shrugged.

"You know what I want, big man," he answered, "I told you a few weeks ago." He licked his lips. "You know you still want me..."

Dave rolled his eyes and pulled on his boots.

"You want me and you know it," Randy continued, "You'll get tired of Jindrak soon enough…" He paused and his eyes got dark. "And then you'll come back to me." He laughed. "Don't fight it, Dave. You still love me… you always will. I can see it in your eyes. Jindrak may think that you're his but you and I both know the truth."

Dave finished lacing up his boots and looked Randy in the eye.

"Look, Orton," he growled, "You're wrong. Maybe I did love you once, but I don't anymore." He shook his head. "And I sure as hell don't want a whore like you anymore when I've got Mark." He took a step forward so that he was in his face. "Besides, you said it first… you and I...are...OVER! O-V-E-R... OVER!" He turned and put his hand on the doorknob. Looking over his shoulder he added, "OVER!" as he walked out of the door once more.

"That's what you think," Randy muttered, glaring.

***

"Hey, Mark," Randy greeted as he walked into the arena the next night.

Mark rolled his eyes and stopped walking. Turning around, he tried his best to pretend he was happy to see his fellow wrestler.

"Hey, Orton!" He said, plastering a grin on his face, "How ya doin'?" Randy chuckled.

"Oh, I'm doin' great," he answered, "Just totally awesome. Thanks for asking, man."

Mark eyed him suspiciously, hands on his hips.

"Okay, what are you up to?"

"What do you mean? I'm not up to anything!" Randy's eyes got wide. "Why would you think I'd be up to something?"

"Because you're Randy Orton, that's why. I hate you and I'm pretty sure you don't like me either, so cut the crap. Why are you being so nice?"

"Can't a guy just be in a good mood without getting shit from his co-workers?" Randy asked innocently.

Mark tapped his foot and stared at him. Randy shrugged and rolled his eyes before answering.

"Okay, okay," he said, "You got me. I'm in a good mood because I just ran into an old friend of mine a few minutes ago. I haven't seen the guy in awhile so I'm happy."

"Oh, is it another ex-fuck of yours?" Mark asked.

Randy grinned at him.

"Oh no, not me," he answered, "But..." he looked Mark in the eye. "I happen to know that YOU know him very well!"

"What are you…"

"Look at the time!" Randy exclaimed, pretending to look at his watch, "Gotta run, Jindrak! Later!"

Mark watched in amazement as Randy ran down the hall, almost knocking one of the jobbers over as he did so. His hands still on his hips, he shook his head as he thought over what had just happened. What the hell did Randy mean… he knew him well? Who could be here that he…

"Oh fuck!" Mark groaned as the realization hit him, "Anyone but him!"

***

Dave glanced at his lover as he pulled the car into the hotel parking lot. The whole night he'd been quiet and somewhat distant. Mark had been avoiding his eyes the entire night and he hadn't said one word during the entire car ride. He'd been staring out the window instead. He stopped the car and turned to Mark.

"What?" Mark asked as he felt his eyes on him. He continued looking out of his window.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Dave sighed.

"Mark, baby, something's wrong," he said, "I can tell. I didn't do anything to piss you off did I?"

"No."

"Then what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

Dave placed a hand on Mark's thigh. Mark sighed, but didn't turn around.

"Gorgeous, what's wrong? You've been quiet all night. That's not like you."

"I SAID nothing!" Mark snapped. He popped open his door and got out of the car. "NOTHING is wrong!"

Dave shook his head and climbed out of the car as well. This wasn't like Mark to act like that toward him. He leaned on the roof of the car and stared at him on the other side.

"Don't yell at me, Mark," Dave warned, eyes narrowed, "I didn't do shit to you so don't yell at me!"

Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag out of the trunk.

"Sorry," he muttered. Flinging his bag over his shoulder, he started walking to the hotel.

Dave sighed again and grabbed his own bag. He had no clue what was going on, but he wasn't going to let Mark go to sleep tonight without finding out, that was for sure. There was no way he was going to have his lover go to sleep angry about whatever was bothering him without talking first.

He walked into the room to find Mark already laying in bed with the covers pulled over him. Dave dropped his bag on the floor and pulledn his shirt off.

"Talk to me, MJ," he pleaded as he continued undressing.

"Leave me alone," Mark mumbled, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Gorgeous, I just wanna know what's wrong," Dave continued, "I'm worried about you. Whatever it is, I won't get mad."

"I said I'm trying to SLEEP!"

Dave bit his lip as he finished getting undressed and stood there staring at the bed. This definitely didn't sound like his Mark.

Kicking his clothes out of the way, he walked over to the bed so he was standing on top of Mark. Mark sighed and looked up at him.

"I'm tired and I don't want to talk about anything," Mark repeated. His eyes pleaded with Dave. "Please, just let me sleep!"

Dave didn't say a word as he climbed into the other side of the bed. His arms slipped around Mark's chest and he pulled him close. Mark closed his eyes and leaned back into the embrace, grateful that Dave had stopped questioning him.

"Night, MJ," Dave whispered and kissed his cheek softly. He shook his head and added to himself, "But don't think I'm gonna leave you alone about this."

***

"I'm just gonna grab a pop outta the machine and then we can go," Dave told Mark as they walked down the hall. He turned the corner and stopped in front of the vending machines. "Let's see..." he muttered as he looked over the choices. He picked a Diet Coke and turned around.

"Hey, Dave, what's up, man?" a voice said from the other side of the hall.

Dave glanced over.

"Sean!" he exclaimed, "What the hell are you doin' here?"

Sean shrugged and leaned back against the wall.

"Had a few days off so I thought I'd drop in and see how my Raw buddies were doin'." He grinned. "How ya been?" Dave shrugged.

"Okay." He bit back a grin. "Actually I've been awesome!"

"Really?" Sean asked, "Cuz I heard about you and Randy and everything..."

Dave's grin disappeared and he shrugged.

"Yeah, well...you know how those things go..." Sean smirked.

"I sure as hell do," he answered. He stood up straight and walked over to him. "To tell ya the truth man, I'm here for more than just a little visit with the guys."

"Really?"

Sean nodded his head and they started walking down the hall. He tugged on his beard and glanced sideways at Dave. As he opened the door to the outside, he nodded again, debating whether or not to tell Dave why he was really there. "Actually, I got a call from…"

"Hey, MJ!" Dave exclaimed as he saw Mark sitting on the curb, "Look whose ass I found hanging around the vending machines!"

Mark looked up and paled when he saw Sean standing next to his lover. His eyes went wide and he licked his suddenly dry lips.

"Hey, Mark," Sean grinned, "Long time no see, man."

Mark looked back down at the ground and shrugged. He took a deep breath as he felt the two men come nearer to him. He looked up at Dave as he casually put his arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah, long time," he agreed.

Sean raised an eyebrow as Dave's hand massaged Mark's shoulder. He glanced back and forth between the two for a moment before speaking again.

"How ya been?" he asked.

"Good," Mark said, voice squeaking. He coughed and tried again. "I'm good. You?"

"Never been better."

Dave patted Mark on the shoulder and turned to the car. He popped open the trunk and Sean took the opportunity to take a step closer to Mark. He leaned forward so his face was inches away from Mark's.

"I want you back," he whispered. He pulled away and turned to Dave. "Need some help there, Batista?"

Dave grunted as he shoved the last bag into the trunk and closed it. "Nah, I'm good," he answered. He tilted his head and looked at his friend. "You need a ride?"

"That's okay," Sean said, "I drove my new bike here."

"You got a new bike?"

Sean nodded his head and pointed to a space in the parking lot. "Sweet!" Dave exclaimed as he glanced at it. He chuckled. "I'd definitely rather ride that than this be in this car...especially since it's Mark's turn to drive today."

Sean laughed.

"Yeah, that's a scary thought." He turned to Mark again. "You been in any accidents lately?"

Mark continued staring at the ground, oblivious to the fact that Sean has just spoken to him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to sort out his thoughts. Had Sean just told him he wanted him back? Had he been hearing things? Why had he taken so long to come back and say something? Mark glanced over at Dave. Why had he chosen this moment to come back to him? He was happy again finally. He was over Sean… or so he thought. Shaking his head he looked back down. He'd told Dave he was over Sean… that he had been for quite some time. But now, seeing him again and hearing him say that he wanted him back...

"Mark?" Dave said, interrupting his thoughts, "You okay?"

Blinking, Mark looked over at his lover. He forced a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Oh man," Sean laughed, "You sure you want him driving when he's spacing out like that?"

"I dunno!" Dave laughed as well.

Mark rolled his eyes and climbed into the driver's seat.

"I said I was fine!" He repeated. He glanced at Dave. "You getting' in or what, man?"

Dave held his hand out to Sean and the other man slapped it.

"See ya later, O'Haire."

"Yeah, later, man." He bent down and looked into Mark's window. "Later, MJ." He leaned forward and added quietly, "Think about what I said." He licked his lips and stood back up. "I'll catch you guys at the arena later, okay?"

"If we make it in one piece," Dave joked as he got into the car. He waited until Mark had started the car and had pulled onto the street before turning to look at him. "Okay, tell me what's up!" Mark shrugged.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mark, you haven't been yourself since the show yesterday. What the hell happened?" His eyes narrowed. "Did you talk to Randy again?"

"What makes you think I talked to him?"

"Because you're always in a bad mood after you talk to him." He reached a hand over and rested it on Mark's leg. "Look, normally I'd just say fuck it and leave you alone, but I've never seen you like this. Please, gorgeous, talk to me?"

"Okay, yeah," he said, "I DID talk to Randy yesterday." Mark bit his lip. It wasn't a total lie. He HAD talked to Randy yesterday. And that was the reason why he was so upset… well, part of the reason. He didn't think he should mention the fact that seeing his ex again was the other part. Somehow, he had a feeling Dave wouldn't appreciate that.

"Baby, he's not worth getting so mad over," Dave told him, "He's doing it just to see you get worked up."

"I know." Mark took a deep breath as he felt Dave's hand begin rubbing circles in his leg. "He just upsets me."

Dave's hand slid up his leg a little more and he continued rubbing the flesh. Mark felt him slide closer and he tried hard to keep his concentration on the road. Dave's hand moved so it was resting on Mark's crotch and he leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Baby, you need to relax," he told him. His hand started rubbing circles again, this time on his crotch.

Mark's eyes grew wide.

"Right now?" he asked, "While I'm trying to drive?"

Dave chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"No one's on the road yet. It's still too early." He nipped at his ear. "Besides, I wanna taste you."

Mark swallowed hard at those words. His hands gripped the steering wheel as Dave's fingers unzipped his jeans. He slid one hand inside Mark's pants and it was all Mark could do to keep the car on the road. His eyes tried focusing on the road as Dave tugged at his pants. Mark lifted his hips slightly and he pulled them down. His cock springing free, Mark bit his bottom lip and gripped the wheel tighter.

"Mmm, you're gorgeous," Dave whispered as he slid down his seat.

Before he knew it, Dave had taken him in his mouth. Mark looked down and moaned slightly as he began sucking gently.

"Dave, I don't think..." he gasped, "This isn't… we shouldn't be..."

Dave chuckled and the sensation caused Mark to shiver and swerve off the road. Dave grinned and pulled away from his lover.

"Baby, I can't do this right if you keep swerving," he said, "Just concentrate on the road, okay?" He leaned back down and licked him, "I'll take care of the rest."

Mark shook his head and concentrated on the road once again. How they managed to get to the arena in one piece was a mystery to him because he swerved so much that Dave ended up grabbing the wheel as he sucked his cock. All he could do was keep his foot on the gas and stare blankly at the road. Thank god no one else was on the road that morning except for a few lonely cars and one or two bikers.

***

"Orton, why the fuck didn't you tell me Dave was the one Mark was with now?"

Randy shrugged.

"I didn't think about it," he answered.

Sean narrowed his eyes.

"You little fucker!" he said, shaking his head, "You know you thought about it! You want Dave back don't you? You want him back so you decided to bring me back into Mark's life."

"Maybe." Randy walked over to the bench in the room and sat down. He pulled out his shirt and began picking lint off it. "Does it really matter, O'Haire?" he asked, looking up, "You want Jindrak back and you'll do anything to get him back. You told me so yourself."

"I didn't know he was with Dave though!" He began pacing back and forth across the small locker room.

"Like I said, does it really matter who he's with?" Randy set aside the shirt and pulled out a pair of pants. "All that matters is that you're here and Mark is here and you want him back. And I know you can get him back..." He pulled out a lint brush. "He's a weak little fucker and you..." He eyed Sean up and down and winked at him. "You're one of the sexiest men in the world."

"Fuck off, Orton."

Randy cocked his head to the side.

"What the hell is so great about Jindrak anyway? Is he THAT great in bed?"

"More than you'll ever know," Sean muttered. He stopped pacing and stared at Randy. "I'm not going to hurt Dave."

"You want Mark back, right?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

Randy stood up and grinned.

"You take care of Mark and I'll take care of Dave." He blew a kiss in Sean's general direction. "Dave can't resist me much longer. He wants me still and I intend to make him my bitch again..."

Sean laughed.

"Figuratively speaking of course," Randy added. He licked his lips. "I can't wait to feel that big cock of his in me again."

Sean shook his head. This was going to be quite an interesting week. And he intended to do his part to make it so.

***

Sean knocked softly on the locker room door before opening it. He walked in and watched as Mark finished his stretching exercises. He licked his lips as Mark bent over, touching his toes, then stretched back up, reaching for the ceiling. Mark rolled his neck a couple of times then bent down to check the laces of his boots. Sean cleared his throat and Mark froze.

"Is that you, Dave?"

Sean chuckled and took a step toward him.

"No, but do you really want it to be?" he asked, touching Mark's back softly with his hand.

Mark jumped at the sound of Sean's voice. He turned around and backed up a step.

"Uh, hey, O'Haire," he said nervously, "What do you want?"

"Come on, Mark, you know what I want." Sean took a step toward him. "Did you think about what I told you earlier?"

"Sean, I don't know if you know this or not, but I'm with someone now..."

"Yeah, I know," Sean whispered as he took another step. He reached a hand out and grabbed Mark's arm, pulling him closer. "But, you should be with me. I want you back, Mark." He leaned forward and lightly touched his lips to Mark's neck. "I want you back and I'll do anything to get you back."

Mark's heart skipped a beat. He placed a hand on Sean's shoulder to steady himself and Sean grinned. That was just the opportunity he'd been looking for. He pressed his lips against Mark's skin again… harder this time. His hand tightened his grip on his arm and with his other he grabbed Mark by the back of the head. Sean's lips traveled up to find Mark's.

"Sean!" Mark gasped as he tried to push him away.

Sean captured his lips in a heated kiss and he could do nothing. He realized it was no use fighting Sean… he was and always had been stronger than him. And, as the kiss deepened, Mark thought maybe he really didn't want to push Sean away. His fingers tightened their grip on Sean's shoulders.

***

"I'm telling you, big man," Orton said, "O'Haire is here to get Mark back!"

Dave rolled his eyes.

"Why the fuck should I believe anything you say?"

"Because you saw the way Mark's been acting all day." Randy shrugged. "Besides, why would I make this shit up?"

"Gee, I don't know," Dave answered, "Maybe because you keep saying that you want me back and I keep turning you down...maybe because you're a stupid bitch...maybe because you're jealous that I'm so happy with Mark..."

Randy held his hands up.

"Okay, okay, point taken!" He rolled his eyes. "But, seriously, I'm not lying! Why don't you go head over to Mark's locker room right now and see for yourself? I think I saw O'Haire heading that way a few minutes ago."

Dave sighed and ran a hand over his eyes. He shouldn't believe what Randy was saying to him for one second, but on the other hand...

"For Christ's sake!" he muttered as he stormed down the hall.

***

"Hey, MJ I just came by to see if…"

Dave stopped dead in his tracks as he opened the door to Mark's room.

His jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. Randy turned the corner and ran right into him. He hid a smile as he peaked over his shoulder.

Sean had Mark pinned against the wall and was furiously laying kisses all over his neck and shoulders. Mark's arms were wrapped around Sean's neck and his eyes were closed. A few strands of his hair fell into his eyes as he leaned down and started sucking on Sean's neck in return.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Dave roared, finally finding his voice.

Mark jumped and pushed Sean away from him. He pushed his hair out of his face and glanced apprehensively at Dave, at Sean, then back at Dave. Sean threw his head back and grinned.

"Hey, Batista, what's up?"

Dave's fists clenched at his sides.

"Looks like you are," Randy commented as he looked at Sean.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dave yelled. He took a step into the room, eyes flashing.

"Looks like I was right," Randy answered, smirking.

"Fuck off, Orton!" Dave yelled. He looked at Mark. "What the hell is this all about?"

Mark stared down at the floor.

"I, uh, we were just, umm..."

"I want Mark back," Sean told Dave, "And it seems pretty obvious to me that he wants me back, too." He shrugged. "I've been away from him for way too long."

Dave's eyes narrowed and he quickly closed the distance between him and Sean in a few easy strides. He tried controlling his breathing as he stared into the face of a man he thought he was friends with. Sean stared back, face calm.

"Dave, baby, I uh, I can explain," Mark said, taking a step toward his lover.

Dave turned to him, eyes flashing.

"Fuck off!" he screamed, "I understand perfectly! You don't need to explain anything to me, Jindrak! I see that you wanna be with fucking O'Haire!"

Mark reeled back as if slapped. He lowered his head, trying to hide the tears that were coming up.

"That's not it," he muttered, staring at the floor.

"Maybe you two would like to be left alone," Sean suggested, taking a step toward the door.

Dave reached out and grabbed Sean by the collar, his eyes never leaving Mark. He pulled him forward until his face was in his. Dave breathed heavily as Sean stared at him, waiting for him to make the first move. Slowly, Dave turned his head so that he was staring into Sean's eyes again.

"You are a fucking lousy friend," he said, his voice low, "You're a fucking bastard and you make me sick. I can't believe I ever trusted you for a moment!" He took a breath. "I hope you rot in hell." Dave glanced over at Mark again. "Rot in fucking hell!"

Sean was about to respond, but before he could Dave's other hand clenched into a tight fist and it connected with Sean's nose. He dropped Sean and turned to the door. Mark tried to grab Dave's arm, but he shrugged him off.

"Dave, wanna talk about it?" Randy asked, still smirking, as Dave reached the door.

"Fuck you," Dave muttered as he brushed past him. Randy chuckled.

"I certainly hope so!" he responded and followed him out the door.

Sean put his hand up to his nose, checking for blood. Seeing that there wasn't any there, he looked over at Mark.

"You okay?"

Mark looked up, tears now streaming down his face.

"FUCK YOU!" he yelled. He turned and ran out the door as well.

"Well," Sean muttered to himself as he straightened his shirt, "That didn't go as planned."

Mark ran down the hall, trying to find Dave. He searched every hall and room he could find. Dave was nowhere to be seen. He was just about to give up when he came upon a door marked "broom closet".

Remembering their little adventure the week before, Mark opened the door. "Dave?"

Mark took a step into the small dark room and shut the door behind him. He switched the light on. Dave was huddled in the corner, his face in his hands. Mark dropped to his knees in front of him.

"Dave? Baby?" Mark reached a hand out, touching his knee.

Dave looked up. "Fuck off, Jindrak."

Mark winced at the harsh words.

"Dave, I'm sorry," he said.

"Yeah, me too," Dave mumbled. He shook his head and lowered his face even more into his hands.

"I didn't mean for...Sean just showed up and I was...he kissed me and

I didn't know what..."

"Don't say you didn't mean for it to happen," Dave interrupted, "It's not true." He looked up. "You still have feelings for him don't you."

It wasn't a question, but more of a statement and Mark knew it. He sighed and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he answered, "but that doesn't mean I want to get back together with him."

Dave snorted.

"You still have feelings for Randy, don't you?"

Dave didn't answer.

"But you don't want him back, do you?"

He shook his head and Mark managed a small smile.

"It's the same way for me, baby." He leaned forward and tilted Dave's head up so he could look into his eyes. "I wanna be with you, Dave. I've never felt the way that I do when I'm around you..."

"You KISSED him!"

"I know and I'm sorry," Mark sighed, "Please, can we start over?"

"I don't know..."

Mark leaned forward more so that his forehead was touching Dave's. He swallowed and looked into his eyes. Dave stared back, not moving as Mark took his hand in his. Mark brought his hand up and softly kissed it, sending shivers up and down Dave's spine.

"I want us to work out," Mark told him.

"We can try, but I don't know if I can trust you, MJ."

"As long as we try."

Dave wrapped his arms around Mark's body and pulled him in close. He laid his head on Mark's shoulder and closed his eyes. His hands rubbed his back and Mark let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I really am sorry," he repeated again.

"Shhh," Dave whispered, "Let's not talk about it now."

Mark nodded and closed his eyes, just happy to be in Dave's arms again.

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