Fault Lines (4/36)
Fault Lines
Chapter 4/36
Authors: Faith kennedysbitch & Kye
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Mark/Lexie
Rating: NC-17
Story Summary: Sequel to Choices. Callie and Arizona make the decision to move forward with their lives, but when a gradual series of events begin to snowball, Arizona tries desperately not to lose her grip on reality.
Chapter Summary: Callie, Arizona, Mark and an on-call room.
Disclaimer:All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Previous Chapters
A/N: If you are as cranky with Sloan as I am right now, given certain...things that might transpire on the show, then this chapter will not help your mood or your opinion of him. Sorry in advance.
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“You’re taking half of a baby out of a full baby?” Mark Sloan’s browline skyrocketed in disbelief. He sat across the lunch table from Callie and Arizona on a weekday afternoon, casually poking at his turkey sandwich with minimal interest.
Staring the blonde down, he waited to see if she was joking before speaking again. “You’re fucking crazy.” His gaze shifted to Callie. “Your girlfriend is fucking crazy.”
Arizona grinned despite Sloan’s reaction, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. “I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘medical genius’, thank you very much.”
Callie snorted as she placed another fry in her mouth. “You're just jealous you didn't think of it first,” she shot back at her best friend before turning her eyes to her girlfriend. She smirked around a fry as she glanced down at the fading lip-shaped bruises on the blonde's neck, barely visible beneath the collar of her dark blue scrubs.
Callie bit down a little harder on her next fry.
Mark's eyebrow slowly lifted as he watched her reaction. A slow, knowing smirk formed across his lips.
Arizona was oblivious to Callie’s stare as she picked at her own food.
“I coulda thought of it,” Mark spoke up. “I’ve reattached baby arms before.”
Arizona fixed him with a hard stare. “We reattached a baby arm, Mark. We.”
Mark’s smile faded. “Shut up.”
Arizona chuckled and stole part of Mark’s sliced up apple. “An extra leg, fused bones, partially formed liver and kidneys…you should see the way the arteries are bound together. If I so much as twitch or sneeze, the whole thing is gonna blow.”
Mark and Callie both shared a look. It was odd to both of them how happy and excited the blonde was at that prospect.
“Are those claw marks?” Mark suddenly asked.
Arizona’s eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her neckline, turning bright red. “No.”
Callie's smirk faltered. She looked from Sloan to her girlfriend.
Arizona was glaring back at her as she held a hand clamped over her collarbone.
Callie swallowed back, glancing around casually as she reached down to snag another fry from her plate. She placed it in her mouth and slowly began to chew.
She needed to focus on thoughts about the surgery. Not thoughts about how badly she wanted to get Arizona naked again.
***
“We should tell him,” Callie badgered for the fourteenth time that day, poking Arizona in the side. “Now. Before we chicken out.”
Arizona grumbled and avoided the second poke aimed her way. “At work? Really? You didn’t plan on…I don’t know…taking him home and getting him drunk first?”
Callie lifted an eyebrow. “If I wanted to have sex with him, yes, that’s what I’d be doing. But since we’re talking about a baby here…”
Arizona heaved a sigh. “Okay, fine. Page him to an on-call room and we can tackle it there.” Those words made her pause almost the second they came out of her mouth. “Erm. Him, not...it. You know what I mean.”
Callie smirked as she reached for her cell phone. She turned her attention to the screen as she began to type in the familiar numbers. “We're never gonna be able to use the word ‘it’ again without thinking about Mark Sloan's penis.”
Arizona groaned.
***
Callie was pacing in front of the on-call room when Mark walked up.
“You rang?”
Brown eyes shifted down the hall and then up to her best friend's.
Mark stared at her as he waited.
Callie reached out to grab him by the arm before pushing the door open and then pulling him roughly inside.
“Hey,” Sloan protested as he stumbled into the room. “You mind?” he grumbled as his arm was not-too-gently released.
Callie quickly stepped in behind him, taking one last glance down the hall before quickly shutting the door.
Mark slowly began to smirk. “Is this a sex thing? ‘Cause I know you're with Robbins and all, but like I said with Hahn, I'm okay with the cheating if-” His words stopped flowing abruptly when he looked over at Arizona. He smiled. “Hey, Robbins.”
Arizona had him fixed with an unimpressed glare from her spot sitting on the bed. “Hi, ass face.”
Mark looked between the two women, confused for a second, and then suddenly straightened up. “Wait. Is this a sex thing? Because I’m telling you guys, the look-but-don’t-touch game doesn’t work for me anymore. I want touching next time. And actively participating.” He paused. “Although I’m also okay with just watching again.”
Callie reached out and punched him hard in the chest as she walked by.
“Ow,” Mark chuckled as he reached up to rub at the stinging sensation. “What? You were the one that dragged me in here, remember?”
Callie's dark eyes met her girlfriend's as she walked over to take a seat next to her on the bed. She instantly reached down to take Arizona's hand and rested them both on her knee. She turned her attention back to Mark with a shaky smile. “We're gonna have a baby. At least, we want to.”
Sloan arched a slow brow as he dropped his hands to rest on his hips. “Yeah...”
Callie swallowed back. “Well, as you know,” she began with a low, nervous laugh. “We don't exactly have the...equipment to accomplish the task on our own.” Her smile widened. “But you do.” She dropped her gaze a little further down the man's body. “Really do.”
Arizona rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, this is starting off just the way I imagined it.” She would’ve pulled her hand away, but Callie clamped down on it. Hard. The blonde winced.
Mark watched Callie closely. “So…you’re saying…what are you saying?”
Callie cleared her throat, shaking her head as she moved her gaze back up to meet Mark's eyes. She took in a breath. “We want and-or need your sperm to make our baby.”
She figured it was best to be blunt and just get it out there on the table.
Mark's eyebrow nearly shot right off the top of his head. “Excuse me?”
“That's right,” Callie quickly added with a wide smile. “Your sperm...” She pointed at Mark, tilting her head. “My egg.” Her finger pointed at herself and she nodded once. “Baby.”
Arizona held back a groan and dropped her head into her free hand.
Mark still looked shocked. “You want me to…me? You’re sure?” Callie nodded, and his gaze shifted to Arizona. “Then why does she look horrified?”
“I’m not,” Arizona instantly replied, lifting her head again. “Horrified. I’m not. We want you to be the donor, Mark. Not some stranger we know nothing about.” Mark still looked unconvinced, so she hurriedly continued. “I mean, you’re a little arrogant, but that arrogance makes you a good surgeon. You’re obviously smart. And pretty. Very pretty for a boy.”
Mark smirked and looked at Callie. “She just called me pretty.”
“You are very pretty,” Callie agreed.
“So, y’know…smart, pretty…mostly not a creep. All good qualities.” Arizona nodded.
Mark's smirk faltered. “Mostly? I was really going on the 'pretty' thing here.”
“Just take it, Mark. That's the best you're gonna get,” Callie shot back and then jerked a little at the hard elbow to her side. Her smile dropped as she cleared her throat. “So? Whaddya think?”
Arizona looked at her girlfriend and then to the plastic surgeon. A tiny, tiny part of her was hoping Mark would say no. Because...yes. She was feeling...petty and jealous and...it was Mark for God's sake.
He was partly responsible for the disaster that was Nurse Carmen and the entire fallout that almost cost her the best thing in her life.
Callie.
Arizona's hand squeezed her lover's on instinct.
Mark didn’t answer for a moment, looking thoughtful as he watched the two women. “What would I…I mean what would…?”
“Nothing,” Callie answered instantly. “Well, not nothing. I just meant…you’d be the donor, Mark.” She said that last part carefully.
Sloan looked unsure for a second, like he wasn’t sure what to think.
“Uncle Mark,” Arizona offered, smiling at him. “You’d be Uncle Mark, who lives across the hall and is the coolest guy ever.”
Mark nodded, contemplating that answer. In other words, he wouldn’t be the father. Watching his kid, his kid with Torres of all people, grow up and not be a direct part in that…
Well, it would be weird.
But, it was Callie. And he’d do anything for her. Anything.
“Uncle Mark.” He smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Callie sat up straighter, nearly squeezing Arizona’s hand off. “Is that a yes?”
Mark stood up fully, puffed out his chest, and faced the two women. “Yes. I’ll be your baby daddy.”
Then he started to take off his pants.
Arizona’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?!”
Mark looked confused. “Making a baby.”
Arizona jumped up, ready to kill. “You are not having sex with her!”
“Why not?” two voices rang out simultaneously.
Arizona whirled around to level her girlfriend with wide, deadly blue eyes.
Callie's own popped open wide in return. “D'uh...umm...”
“Oh come on,” Mark piped up from behind Arizona. “What's the big deal? It's not like we haven't done it at least a couple dozen times before.”
“Not helping, Mark!” Callie instantly scolded, not daring to take her eyes from the blue gaze pinning her to the spot.
Arizona wasn’t sure who to kill first. She couldn’t seem to find anything to say to that.
Callie swallowed. Hard. “Honey, I didn’t mean it like…it’s just really expensive to do it the other way, with the tests and the…the…stuff i-involved…expensive…I wasn’t even really-”
“I don’t care about money. I’ve got money. You just said you’d have sex with him to make our baby,” Arizona snapped back, seeing red.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you out, Robbins,” Mark replied smoothly, before he could stop himself.
“Mark!” Callie shouted again as she jumped to her feet. She pointed a quick finger at the door. “Out!”
Mark was still smirking as he started to walk backwards. “You just name the time, the place, how much chocolate sauce, and-”
“Out!” Callie shouted again, grabbing a fistful of Arizona’s scrubs to keep her from charging him.
Mark chuckled to himself as he turned to pull open the door before quietly slipping out of the room.
Callie shifted her dark eyes from the doorway back to Arizona’s. She swallowed hard at the furious glare she received in return. “Honey,” she started tentatively again. “I honestly didn't mean for you to take it as me having sex with Mark because I want to.” Her brow furrowed. “Actually, I'm not sure why I said it at all.” She cracked a tiny smile. “It was kinda funny. Y'know. He said it at the same time I did.” Her smile just as quickly vanished when she was met with an angry scowl.
“I’m so amused that you two share a brain,” Arizona growled, crossing her arms in a grumpy fashion. “But regardless of whether or not it’s ‘quick and easy’, or cheap…all of which describe Mark Sloan to a tee…I am not okay with you and him taking the ‘economically friendly’ route, Callie. I’m not okay with it at all.” Her voice shook considerably.
She already had her issues with Mark and Callie, and Mark being the donor. She really couldn’t handle it if they made the baby the old fashioned way. She would lose it.
“You and Mark having sex might not be a big deal to you,” Arizona continued on after a brief pause. “But it is to me.”
Callie frowned. “Hey,” she called softly as she reached out to tug at her girlfriend's forearm. The tense resistance she was met with just made her pull harder. “Hey,” she tried again as she finally managed to pry the other woman's arms apart. She pulled her in closer.
“I know,” Callie nodded gently. “I know it is, and I'm sorry.” She tilted her head just slightly. “And I'm an idiot.” She sighed softly. “The world's biggest at that.” She reached up to brush a lose strand of blonde back from blue eyes. “I don't wanna have sex with Mark. Not to make our baby. Not even...ever, ever again. It was a bad, poorly put together joke. I’m sorry.”
After a moment, Arizona relaxed a little. “Okay.” She knew she was being hyper sensitive to Callie’s sort-of-a-joke, but she was still really raw when it came to that subject.
“At least he said yes.” Arizona managed a tiny, forced smile. “Of course, now I’m gonna have to castrate him for making yet another threesome comment. Maybe we can steal his sperm first.”
Callie chuckled before pulling her girlfriend into a soft kiss. “Honey?” she called gently as she leaned back a moment later to meet blue eyes. “Don't think you can steal something so freely given.”
Arizona snorted in laughter. “Nice save, Torres,” she smiled widely as she leaned back in for another kiss. “Nice save.”
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Chapter 4/36
Authors: Faith kennedysbitch & Kye
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, Mark/Lexie
Rating: NC-17
Story Summary: Sequel to Choices. Callie and Arizona make the decision to move forward with their lives, but when a gradual series of events begin to snowball, Arizona tries desperately not to lose her grip on reality.
Chapter Summary: Callie, Arizona, Mark and an on-call room.
Disclaimer:All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Previous Chapters
A/N: If you are as cranky with Sloan as I am right now, given certain...things that might transpire on the show, then this chapter will not help your mood or your opinion of him. Sorry in advance.
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“You’re taking half of a baby out of a full baby?” Mark Sloan’s browline skyrocketed in disbelief. He sat across the lunch table from Callie and Arizona on a weekday afternoon, casually poking at his turkey sandwich with minimal interest.
Staring the blonde down, he waited to see if she was joking before speaking again. “You’re fucking crazy.” His gaze shifted to Callie. “Your girlfriend is fucking crazy.”
Arizona grinned despite Sloan’s reaction, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. “I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘medical genius’, thank you very much.”
Callie snorted as she placed another fry in her mouth. “You're just jealous you didn't think of it first,” she shot back at her best friend before turning her eyes to her girlfriend. She smirked around a fry as she glanced down at the fading lip-shaped bruises on the blonde's neck, barely visible beneath the collar of her dark blue scrubs.
Callie bit down a little harder on her next fry.
Mark's eyebrow slowly lifted as he watched her reaction. A slow, knowing smirk formed across his lips.
Arizona was oblivious to Callie’s stare as she picked at her own food.
“I coulda thought of it,” Mark spoke up. “I’ve reattached baby arms before.”
Arizona fixed him with a hard stare. “We reattached a baby arm, Mark. We.”
Mark’s smile faded. “Shut up.”
Arizona chuckled and stole part of Mark’s sliced up apple. “An extra leg, fused bones, partially formed liver and kidneys…you should see the way the arteries are bound together. If I so much as twitch or sneeze, the whole thing is gonna blow.”
Mark and Callie both shared a look. It was odd to both of them how happy and excited the blonde was at that prospect.
“Are those claw marks?” Mark suddenly asked.
Arizona’s eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her neckline, turning bright red. “No.”
Callie's smirk faltered. She looked from Sloan to her girlfriend.
Arizona was glaring back at her as she held a hand clamped over her collarbone.
Callie swallowed back, glancing around casually as she reached down to snag another fry from her plate. She placed it in her mouth and slowly began to chew.
She needed to focus on thoughts about the surgery. Not thoughts about how badly she wanted to get Arizona naked again.
***
“We should tell him,” Callie badgered for the fourteenth time that day, poking Arizona in the side. “Now. Before we chicken out.”
Arizona grumbled and avoided the second poke aimed her way. “At work? Really? You didn’t plan on…I don’t know…taking him home and getting him drunk first?”
Callie lifted an eyebrow. “If I wanted to have sex with him, yes, that’s what I’d be doing. But since we’re talking about a baby here…”
Arizona heaved a sigh. “Okay, fine. Page him to an on-call room and we can tackle it there.” Those words made her pause almost the second they came out of her mouth. “Erm. Him, not...it. You know what I mean.”
Callie smirked as she reached for her cell phone. She turned her attention to the screen as she began to type in the familiar numbers. “We're never gonna be able to use the word ‘it’ again without thinking about Mark Sloan's penis.”
Arizona groaned.
***
Callie was pacing in front of the on-call room when Mark walked up.
“You rang?”
Brown eyes shifted down the hall and then up to her best friend's.
Mark stared at her as he waited.
Callie reached out to grab him by the arm before pushing the door open and then pulling him roughly inside.
“Hey,” Sloan protested as he stumbled into the room. “You mind?” he grumbled as his arm was not-too-gently released.
Callie quickly stepped in behind him, taking one last glance down the hall before quickly shutting the door.
Mark slowly began to smirk. “Is this a sex thing? ‘Cause I know you're with Robbins and all, but like I said with Hahn, I'm okay with the cheating if-” His words stopped flowing abruptly when he looked over at Arizona. He smiled. “Hey, Robbins.”
Arizona had him fixed with an unimpressed glare from her spot sitting on the bed. “Hi, ass face.”
Mark looked between the two women, confused for a second, and then suddenly straightened up. “Wait. Is this a sex thing? Because I’m telling you guys, the look-but-don’t-touch game doesn’t work for me anymore. I want touching next time. And actively participating.” He paused. “Although I’m also okay with just watching again.”
Callie reached out and punched him hard in the chest as she walked by.
“Ow,” Mark chuckled as he reached up to rub at the stinging sensation. “What? You were the one that dragged me in here, remember?”
Callie's dark eyes met her girlfriend's as she walked over to take a seat next to her on the bed. She instantly reached down to take Arizona's hand and rested them both on her knee. She turned her attention back to Mark with a shaky smile. “We're gonna have a baby. At least, we want to.”
Sloan arched a slow brow as he dropped his hands to rest on his hips. “Yeah...”
Callie swallowed back. “Well, as you know,” she began with a low, nervous laugh. “We don't exactly have the...equipment to accomplish the task on our own.” Her smile widened. “But you do.” She dropped her gaze a little further down the man's body. “Really do.”
Arizona rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, this is starting off just the way I imagined it.” She would’ve pulled her hand away, but Callie clamped down on it. Hard. The blonde winced.
Mark watched Callie closely. “So…you’re saying…what are you saying?”
Callie cleared her throat, shaking her head as she moved her gaze back up to meet Mark's eyes. She took in a breath. “We want and-or need your sperm to make our baby.”
She figured it was best to be blunt and just get it out there on the table.
Mark's eyebrow nearly shot right off the top of his head. “Excuse me?”
“That's right,” Callie quickly added with a wide smile. “Your sperm...” She pointed at Mark, tilting her head. “My egg.” Her finger pointed at herself and she nodded once. “Baby.”
Arizona held back a groan and dropped her head into her free hand.
Mark still looked shocked. “You want me to…me? You’re sure?” Callie nodded, and his gaze shifted to Arizona. “Then why does she look horrified?”
“I’m not,” Arizona instantly replied, lifting her head again. “Horrified. I’m not. We want you to be the donor, Mark. Not some stranger we know nothing about.” Mark still looked unconvinced, so she hurriedly continued. “I mean, you’re a little arrogant, but that arrogance makes you a good surgeon. You’re obviously smart. And pretty. Very pretty for a boy.”
Mark smirked and looked at Callie. “She just called me pretty.”
“You are very pretty,” Callie agreed.
“So, y’know…smart, pretty…mostly not a creep. All good qualities.” Arizona nodded.
Mark's smirk faltered. “Mostly? I was really going on the 'pretty' thing here.”
“Just take it, Mark. That's the best you're gonna get,” Callie shot back and then jerked a little at the hard elbow to her side. Her smile dropped as she cleared her throat. “So? Whaddya think?”
Arizona looked at her girlfriend and then to the plastic surgeon. A tiny, tiny part of her was hoping Mark would say no. Because...yes. She was feeling...petty and jealous and...it was Mark for God's sake.
He was partly responsible for the disaster that was Nurse Carmen and the entire fallout that almost cost her the best thing in her life.
Callie.
Arizona's hand squeezed her lover's on instinct.
Mark didn’t answer for a moment, looking thoughtful as he watched the two women. “What would I…I mean what would…?”
“Nothing,” Callie answered instantly. “Well, not nothing. I just meant…you’d be the donor, Mark.” She said that last part carefully.
Sloan looked unsure for a second, like he wasn’t sure what to think.
“Uncle Mark,” Arizona offered, smiling at him. “You’d be Uncle Mark, who lives across the hall and is the coolest guy ever.”
Mark nodded, contemplating that answer. In other words, he wouldn’t be the father. Watching his kid, his kid with Torres of all people, grow up and not be a direct part in that…
Well, it would be weird.
But, it was Callie. And he’d do anything for her. Anything.
“Uncle Mark.” He smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Callie sat up straighter, nearly squeezing Arizona’s hand off. “Is that a yes?”
Mark stood up fully, puffed out his chest, and faced the two women. “Yes. I’ll be your baby daddy.”
Then he started to take off his pants.
Arizona’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?!”
Mark looked confused. “Making a baby.”
Arizona jumped up, ready to kill. “You are not having sex with her!”
“Why not?” two voices rang out simultaneously.
Arizona whirled around to level her girlfriend with wide, deadly blue eyes.
Callie's own popped open wide in return. “D'uh...umm...”
“Oh come on,” Mark piped up from behind Arizona. “What's the big deal? It's not like we haven't done it at least a couple dozen times before.”
“Not helping, Mark!” Callie instantly scolded, not daring to take her eyes from the blue gaze pinning her to the spot.
Arizona wasn’t sure who to kill first. She couldn’t seem to find anything to say to that.
Callie swallowed. Hard. “Honey, I didn’t mean it like…it’s just really expensive to do it the other way, with the tests and the…the…stuff i-involved…expensive…I wasn’t even really-”
“I don’t care about money. I’ve got money. You just said you’d have sex with him to make our baby,” Arizona snapped back, seeing red.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you out, Robbins,” Mark replied smoothly, before he could stop himself.
“Mark!” Callie shouted again as she jumped to her feet. She pointed a quick finger at the door. “Out!”
Mark was still smirking as he started to walk backwards. “You just name the time, the place, how much chocolate sauce, and-”
“Out!” Callie shouted again, grabbing a fistful of Arizona’s scrubs to keep her from charging him.
Mark chuckled to himself as he turned to pull open the door before quietly slipping out of the room.
Callie shifted her dark eyes from the doorway back to Arizona’s. She swallowed hard at the furious glare she received in return. “Honey,” she started tentatively again. “I honestly didn't mean for you to take it as me having sex with Mark because I want to.” Her brow furrowed. “Actually, I'm not sure why I said it at all.” She cracked a tiny smile. “It was kinda funny. Y'know. He said it at the same time I did.” Her smile just as quickly vanished when she was met with an angry scowl.
“I’m so amused that you two share a brain,” Arizona growled, crossing her arms in a grumpy fashion. “But regardless of whether or not it’s ‘quick and easy’, or cheap…all of which describe Mark Sloan to a tee…I am not okay with you and him taking the ‘economically friendly’ route, Callie. I’m not okay with it at all.” Her voice shook considerably.
She already had her issues with Mark and Callie, and Mark being the donor. She really couldn’t handle it if they made the baby the old fashioned way. She would lose it.
“You and Mark having sex might not be a big deal to you,” Arizona continued on after a brief pause. “But it is to me.”
Callie frowned. “Hey,” she called softly as she reached out to tug at her girlfriend's forearm. The tense resistance she was met with just made her pull harder. “Hey,” she tried again as she finally managed to pry the other woman's arms apart. She pulled her in closer.
“I know,” Callie nodded gently. “I know it is, and I'm sorry.” She tilted her head just slightly. “And I'm an idiot.” She sighed softly. “The world's biggest at that.” She reached up to brush a lose strand of blonde back from blue eyes. “I don't wanna have sex with Mark. Not to make our baby. Not even...ever, ever again. It was a bad, poorly put together joke. I’m sorry.”
After a moment, Arizona relaxed a little. “Okay.” She knew she was being hyper sensitive to Callie’s sort-of-a-joke, but she was still really raw when it came to that subject.
“At least he said yes.” Arizona managed a tiny, forced smile. “Of course, now I’m gonna have to castrate him for making yet another threesome comment. Maybe we can steal his sperm first.”
Callie chuckled before pulling her girlfriend into a soft kiss. “Honey?” she called gently as she leaned back a moment later to meet blue eyes. “Don't think you can steal something so freely given.”
Arizona snorted in laughter. “Nice save, Torres,” she smiled widely as she leaned back in for another kiss. “Nice save.”
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