[ Hank would probably bite Gavin right then and there if it wasn't the kind of thing that would get him in serious trouble if anyone saw him. But fuck, he just wants Gavin so bad. And Gavin might actually want him? Fuck, he can barely believe it but he sure as hell can feel it. Hank wants to take every bit he has to offer, the low cadence of his voice and the darkening of his eyes ought to say as much. ]
Fuck, say that again.
[ They're just inches away from getting inside but Hank can't help himself. Every sound Gavin makes just feeds Hank's hunger for him. Hank presses Gavin to the door and drags his tongue up and down his neck, tracing his bitemark while he fumbles for his keys. Priorities, right? ]
[ Oh those eyes... he wants to be pinned by those eyes in more ways than one. He shudders when Hank's tongue traces his scar, cooing softly. His hands press into his shirt, one starting to work on more of his buttons. ]
Yes sir. [ He purrs it, deep and velvety. Presses his hips into Hank's. He doesn't even care if everyone on the block sees them, he wants them to know he's Hanks.
He wants to feel him, feel his mouth and teeth and tongue on every inch of his skin. Absolutely wreck him, tear him apart and stitch him back together with his voice and touches. ]
[ The noises Gavin is making should be illegal. Mostly because Hank wants to lock him away and keep those noises to himself. Only Hank gets to see Gavin like this, only his mate should get to hear him and feel him and christ when he rolls his hips down, Hank swears he sees stars for a second. He can't seem to get the door open fast enough.
It doesn't even occur to him that normally Sumo is begging at the door to be let out. Or that he should have checked the curb for any unfamiliar cars. He did neither of those things, but he did get the door open, and he pushes Gavin inside without a care for who hears him. I mean, who would, in the privacy of his own home? ]
[ Gavin's brain is an endless loop of Hank Hank Hank so he doesn't notice either. Foolish, really. But all that matters is this big hunk of a man that wants to rip his clothes off.
He'll only ever be this demanding for his mate, his alpha. He makes these sounds only for him, always. Gavin moans an absolutely filthy moan one they're in the house, still tugging Hank's shirt down button by button. ]
Hank, please. [ He presses a kiss to his chest. ] Touch me.
[ Hank moans soft and low, reaching around to grab Gavin's ass and pull him closer. They're making noises that hardly sound human at this point, all instinct and desire telling Hank to take and touch and do whatever will make his mate happy.
His mate. His Ezra. His. He's so lost in the haze of pleasing Gavin that it actually takes a very loud noise to get his attention away from his mate.
The loud noise? Someone clearing their throat. A woman, actually... Once Hank realizes who it is he snaps out of it completely and places himself in front of Gavin, a stone wall between his beta and her. ]
[ Oh baby!! Please bruise his ass with your hand print, Hank. He kisses at his neck, pressing himself closer and so open and inviting. Fuck him, Hank, oh please just shove him onto your bed and turn him around and—
Oh.
What? Wait, what? Coming down from is arousal is like trying to swim through molasses and he makes a confused little trill of a purr. Suddenly Hank is in front of him, protecting and— Beth?!
Fucking great. Gavin clings to Hank's arm, peeking over his arm to look at her. She did just try to kill him. He glares. ]
[ Yeah, nothing kills a boner quite like your ex wife who tried to kill your mate. Hank's good and riled, but for very different reasons now. Even with his shirt hanging open, he keep Gavin behind him. He'll never let her hurt his mate again. ]
You better start talking, Beth. I know I said I wouldn't do this, but that doesn't give you the right to try and kill somebody in my pack.
[ Gavin's his mate. He so obviously his mate. C'mon. ]
[ Yeah Beth looks entirely unimpressed. She's sitting on the couch, leg and arms crossed. ]
It would be less of my concern if you weren't broadcasting it to the entire state of Michigan. [ She looks at Gavin. ] I had to see how serious this was and now I have my answer.
[ Gavin's nostril's flare in annoyance. He'd been relatively level headed back in the car, but now that he sees her again... especially after interrupting what they were about to do... he feels mad. Really goddamn mad. ]
You could have asked, instead of trying to poison me to death for fuck's sake.
[ Just loudly broadcasting it through a series of scents and smells, more like. Hank can feel the anger coming off of Gavin, and honestly, he's pretty pissed too. He loved this woman once, but he's feeling pretty betrayed. It's making for a very uncomfortable Hank. ]
And for fuck's sake, you could've fucking texted. You know I still have my job with the DPD—I'm not some feral asshole who's going around turning people for shits and giggles.
[ She doesn't miss a beat, scowling at the two of them. Really, it's hard to tell with her. She's always been too good at her job. Hank really hopes this isn't a job. ]
Beth, listen. Gavin was bleeding out—he took a bullet meant for me, I wasn't gonna just leave him if I had the chance.
[ Hank's really touched, hearing Gavin say it so proudly. He never would have accused Beth of leaving him to deal with this on his own, she was there... in his own way. That's how it felt, back then, but things are so much better now, it's hard not to wish they'd been better before. Having a pack makes him feel complete. ]
It may not feel that way now, but it is a curse. You're just so wrapped up in being his mate that you can't see it.
[ Hank stammers slightly. He was all set to rebuke Beth on her first bit, but— ]
Please tell me you're kidding. The two of you have been mooning over each so much that werewolves and monsters can smell you for miles.
[ They seriously didn't know. Seriously. How ridiculous can two werewolves get. Hank presses closer to Gavin, still holding him back and protecting him though his mind is still reeling from Beth's words.
Were they mated? How did that happen? Had Hank mated Gavin without meaning to...? Fuck. ]
I... we... I had no idea. A-and Gavin's right, I've been taking care of him. I'm not interested in starting a huge pack or anything, I just... wanna protect what I got.
[ Gavin feels dizzy and he grabs at Hank's forearm. How in the...? They haven't done anything, how did...
How did...
Oh. They definitely had sex on a full moon, didn't they? With lots of biting? He wonders... Jesus Christ. He presses his forehead into Hank's shoulder. ]
[ They didn't. They're hopeless. And why should they know, when Beth never explained anything? ]
And you—you can't just attack my mate, Beth! You know that would fuck me up!
[ Beth sighs. Maybe she did know. Maybe Hank gets enough of this werewolf business to know that generally, these kinds of attempts end in werewolves going feral. God knows, if Hank didn't have such strong control, he really might have hurt her. Or maybe he still cares. It's hard to say one way or the other.
Was it all a test? Hank tries not to let the hurt show—he's got Gavin to worry about. This isn't the time for regrets or assumptions. Beth gives them each a look like they're the dumbest creatures she's ever seen, but carries on. ]
Bodies have been showing up close to the border. Mangled and clawed, definitely werewolf. It's close enough that it could have been you... or your mate.
[ She glances at Gavin, studying him for all that Hank is trying to protect him. But then, he's trying to protect Hank, isn't he? ]
If last month was your first full moon, the damage would've been worse than what I saw. [ She turns to Hank. ] Mating your beta on his first shift is a hell of an alibi, Hank. What the hell were you thinking?
[ Gavin looks back at her, still glaring. He works his jaw back and forth, taking in a few deep breaths. He can't get mad or growl because that'll just prove her point for her. He's not used to having to take the high road with shit... ]
You can even check the cases we've been assigned, we haven't been remotely close to the border. Since you were apparently able to know where I would be last night.
[ He looks at Hank, then back to her. ] Whatever Hank 'did' I wanted it too, okay? It's not all on him. He hasn't forced me into a damn thing.
[ He's quiet for a second. ] You should know he's not like that.
I don't know what he's like anymore. The man I married would never--
--Alright, that's enough. [ Hank cuts in before it gets too ugly. He's not interested in hearing his ex-wife argue with... his mate. Shit. He's gonna have to freak out about that later. Right now he needs to be a tough alpha. He straightens up, standing tall and certain even if he doesn't feel it. ]
Beth, I love you, but I don't owe you shit about this. If the werewolves outside the city got a problem with me, they can talk to me. [ yeah, maybe Hank doesn't have experience being an alpha, but he can guess, goddammit. ] And if you have a problem with my mate, then you can talk to me, too.
[ He takes a deep breath. Honestly, having Gavin there helps. Maybe accidentally mating him isn't the best way to start this thing they seem to have, but god if it doesn't feel good to have him. ]
I know what I said -- and yeah, I promised I wouldn't start my own pack and do this shit, but I'm not interested in taking over Detroit or doing anything besides living in fucking peace. Reed's a good guy, he's got a brother and he's a good cop. I turned him to save his life and I don't fucking regret it. [ It's incredible how calm he sounds, when he's such an anxious wreck inside. ] I don't plan on turning anyone else, but if I see someone I know dying because of me, I can't just leave 'em. Not again.
[ Haha, yeah let's not think about Cole though. Hank changes the subject immediately. ]
Shit, I don't even know that many people, and I sure as hell can't turn androids. So tell your "people" that it's fine. I can take care of myself. Detroit isn't gonna go to the dogs because of me.
[ Gavin does let out a little hiss at what she starts to say, how dare— But oh, right. No. Doing that would just hurt Hank more.
His hands twitch a little when he says I love you, his heart giving a little ache. Which is... ridiculous. Of course Hank would still love Beth in a way, his ex wife, the mother of his child despite everything that's happened.
And Gavin's the one he's protecting now. So the ache turns to warmth, swelling in his chest. Reed's a good guy. He gets a little pink, looking at him. If Beth wants to see just how much Gavin loves this man, it's pretty obvious in that brief little look in his eyes. ]
Hank's only ever wanted to help people. And I'm sorry you're so blinded by what you think to see that he hasn't changed.
[ Beth sighs, standing up. She's clearly not getting anywhere with the two of them, though she can tell Hank means what he says. He hasn't lost control and lost it. Sumo is still here. He must be at least trying, if he can mention Cole while sober. ]
You haven't sounded that sure in a long time, Hank. [ She smiles, maybe a bit sadly. ] You know I always said a dead monster is always better than a live one.
[ She said these things to her husband?? Yikes. Still, she looks down, just for a second. ]
Maybe I jumped to conclusions.
[ Hank finally deflates a little. It's probably as close to an apology as it's going to get, but that's alright. That's fine. She starts to make her way up to them, holding out her hand to shake.
Hank shouldn't take it. It almost physically hurts him to do it, but he does. ]
Beth. [ All the words die in his throat. ] Hank.
[ They shake hands. Hank lets go before it gets too awkward. He has to physically restrain himself to keep from attacking her. She can probably tell -- maybe that's a test, too. ]
I'll tell them I'm not your babysitter anymore. [ Then she looks at Gavin, unafraid. ] You'd better take care of him, or I'll use the fast stuff next time.
[ He cuts himself off, even though even remotely implying Hank is a monster makes his blood absolutely boil. No fucking wonder Hank was so lonely and miserable.
He watches them, not budging an inch. A pin could drop, things could go south so quickly... but it doesn't. They shake hands and Gavin deflates as well, lowering his shoulders and his defenses.
Then she looks at him and he can't help a smug, proud little smirk. Gavin reaches for Hank's hand in return, pulling it close and squeezing it gently. ]
I will. I'm never going to leave him alone again. He's mine.
[ He says that, all confident and tough but his heart is pounding like a jackhammer. ]
[ Hank keeps his eyes locked on Beth, watching to make sure she doesn't hurt Gavin again. If he was a wolf, Hank's ears would be pinned back right about now. ]
Good luck.
[ Hank blushes but he squeezes back, finding comfort in Gavin's touch. Beth watches the both of them and shakes her head. They can get shit for mating too soon later. She knows she's pushing it. She makes her way to the door, waving at Sumo and giving Hank one last, almost sympathetic smile. ]
If you ever have any questions, you have my number.
[ it's!! your!! fault!! Hank doesn't know this shit!! ]
[ Hank's very not used to the idea of PDA in front of his ex so he just keeps blushing until Beth is out the door.
Once she finally leaves, Hank releases a sigh, all the fight leaving him at once. God, it's a good thing Gavin is still smiling, because if Hank were in his shoes, he wouldn't want anything to do with this mess. ]
I'm... [ His shirt is still open. He looks down at himself, then turns fully and pulls Gavin into a tight hug. His head is a mess but instinct wins out -- he needs comforting and he needs his mate and all of the fuckery going on his head at least won't stop him from holding Gavin and breathing in deep. ] Fuck, I'm a mess.
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Fuck, say that again.
[ They're just inches away from getting inside but Hank can't help himself. Every sound Gavin makes just feeds Hank's hunger for him. Hank presses Gavin to the door and drags his tongue up and down his neck, tracing his bitemark while he fumbles for his keys. Priorities, right? ]
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Yes sir. [ He purrs it, deep and velvety. Presses his hips into Hank's. He doesn't even care if everyone on the block sees them, he wants them to know he's Hanks.
He wants to feel him, feel his mouth and teeth and tongue on every inch of his skin. Absolutely wreck him, tear him apart and stitch him back together with his voice and touches. ]
Ha~ank.
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It doesn't even occur to him that normally Sumo is begging at the door to be let out. Or that he should have checked the curb for any unfamiliar cars. He did neither of those things, but he did get the door open, and he pushes Gavin inside without a care for who hears him. I mean, who would, in the privacy of his own home? ]
Love the way you say my name, babe.
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He'll only ever be this demanding for his mate, his alpha. He makes these sounds only for him, always. Gavin moans an absolutely filthy moan one they're in the house, still tugging Hank's shirt down button by button. ]
Hank, please. [ He presses a kiss to his chest. ] Touch me.
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His mate. His Ezra. His. He's so lost in the haze of pleasing Gavin that it actually takes a very loud noise to get his attention away from his mate.
The loud noise? Someone clearing their throat. A woman, actually... Once Hank realizes who it is he snaps out of it completely and places himself in front of Gavin, a stone wall between his beta and her. ]
Wh-what the fuck? Beth?
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Oh.
What? Wait, what? Coming down from is arousal is like trying to swim through molasses and he makes a confused little trill of a purr. Suddenly Hank is in front of him, protecting and— Beth?!
Fucking great. Gavin clings to Hank's arm, peeking over his arm to look at her. She did just try to kill him. He glares. ]
You tryin' to finish the job?
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You better start talking, Beth. I know I said I wouldn't do this, but that doesn't give you the right to try and kill somebody in my pack.
[ Gavin's his mate. He so obviously his mate. C'mon. ]
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It would be less of my concern if you weren't broadcasting it to the entire state of Michigan. [ She looks at Gavin. ] I had to see how serious this was and now I have my answer.
[ Gavin's nostril's flare in annoyance. He'd been relatively level headed back in the car, but now that he sees her again... especially after interrupting what they were about to do... he feels mad. Really goddamn mad. ]
You could have asked, instead of trying to poison me to death for fuck's sake.
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[ Just loudly broadcasting it through a series of scents and smells, more like. Hank can feel the anger coming off of Gavin, and honestly, he's pretty pissed too. He loved this woman once, but he's feeling pretty betrayed. It's making for a very uncomfortable Hank. ]
And for fuck's sake, you could've fucking texted. You know I still have my job with the DPD—I'm not some feral asshole who's going around turning people for shits and giggles.
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And that little display has absolutely nothing to do with that, huh?
[ Gavin grits his teeth and steps out from behind Hank more, glaring. He's got his hands clenched tight at his sides. ]
Hank saved me. He only turned me to save my life and he's never hurt a goddamn soul.
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[ She doesn't miss a beat, scowling at the two of them. Really, it's hard to tell with her. She's always been too good at her job. Hank really hopes this isn't a job. ]
Beth, listen. Gavin was bleeding out—he took a bullet meant for me, I wasn't gonna just leave him if I had the chance.
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[ Gavin's just scowling right back. ] At least he's not alone now.
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It may not feel that way now, but it is a curse. You're just so wrapped up in being his mate that you can't see it.
[ Hank stammers slightly. He was all set to rebuke Beth on her first bit, but— ]
W-wait, did you say he's my mate?
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D-Don't dodge the issue! Hank hasn't hurt anybody and he's made sure I haven't hurt anybody either! So I don't know what your goddamn problem is!
[ His heart is thudding again though, for a different reason. Mate? Mate? With Hank? His heart wants to leap out of his chest.
Beth looks between them dully. ]
Really?
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[ They seriously didn't know. Seriously. How ridiculous can two werewolves get. Hank presses closer to Gavin, still holding him back and protecting him though his mind is still reeling from Beth's words.
Were they mated? How did that happen? Had Hank mated Gavin without meaning to...? Fuck. ]
I... we... I had no idea. A-and Gavin's right, I've been taking care of him. I'm not interested in starting a huge pack or anything, I just... wanna protect what I got.
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How did...
Oh. They definitely had sex on a full moon, didn't they? With lots of biting? He wonders... Jesus Christ. He presses his forehead into Hank's shoulder. ]
We'll tone it down, just leave him alone.
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[ They didn't. They're hopeless. And why should they know, when Beth never explained anything? ]
And you—you can't just attack my mate, Beth! You know that would fuck me up!
[ Beth sighs. Maybe she did know. Maybe Hank gets enough of this werewolf business to know that generally, these kinds of attempts end in werewolves going feral. God knows, if Hank didn't have such strong control, he really might have hurt her. Or maybe he still cares. It's hard to say one way or the other.
Was it all a test? Hank tries not to let the hurt show—he's got Gavin to worry about. This isn't the time for regrets or assumptions. Beth gives them each a look like they're the dumbest creatures she's ever seen, but carries on. ]
Bodies have been showing up close to the border. Mangled and clawed, definitely werewolf. It's close enough that it could have been you... or your mate.
[ She glances at Gavin, studying him for all that Hank is trying to protect him. But then, he's trying to protect Hank, isn't he? ]
If last month was your first full moon, the damage would've been worse than what I saw. [ She turns to Hank. ] Mating your beta on his first shift is a hell of an alibi, Hank. What the hell were you thinking?
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You can even check the cases we've been assigned, we haven't been remotely close to the border. Since you were apparently able to know where I would be last night.
[ He looks at Hank, then back to her. ] Whatever Hank 'did' I wanted it too, okay? It's not all on him. He hasn't forced me into a damn thing.
[ He's quiet for a second. ] You should know he's not like that.
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--Alright, that's enough. [ Hank cuts in before it gets too ugly. He's not interested in hearing his ex-wife argue with... his mate. Shit. He's gonna have to freak out about that later. Right now he needs to be a tough alpha. He straightens up, standing tall and certain even if he doesn't feel it. ]
Beth, I love you, but I don't owe you shit about this. If the werewolves outside the city got a problem with me, they can talk to me. [ yeah, maybe Hank doesn't have experience being an alpha, but he can guess, goddammit. ] And if you have a problem with my mate, then you can talk to me, too.
[ He takes a deep breath. Honestly, having Gavin there helps. Maybe accidentally mating him isn't the best way to start this thing they seem to have, but god if it doesn't feel good to have him. ]
I know what I said -- and yeah, I promised I wouldn't start my own pack and do this shit, but I'm not interested in taking over Detroit or doing anything besides living in fucking peace. Reed's a good guy, he's got a brother and he's a good cop. I turned him to save his life and I don't fucking regret it. [ It's incredible how calm he sounds, when he's such an anxious wreck inside. ] I don't plan on turning anyone else, but if I see someone I know dying because of me, I can't just leave 'em. Not again.
[ Haha, yeah let's not think about Cole though. Hank changes the subject immediately. ]
Shit, I don't even know that many people, and I sure as hell can't turn androids. So tell your "people" that it's fine. I can take care of myself. Detroit isn't gonna go to the dogs because of me.
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His hands twitch a little when he says I love you, his heart giving a little ache. Which is... ridiculous. Of course Hank would still love Beth in a way, his ex wife, the mother of his child despite everything that's happened.
And Gavin's the one he's protecting now. So the ache turns to warmth, swelling in his chest. Reed's a good guy. He gets a little pink, looking at him. If Beth wants to see just how much Gavin loves this man, it's pretty obvious in that brief little look in his eyes. ]
Hank's only ever wanted to help people. And I'm sorry you're so blinded by what you think to see that he hasn't changed.
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You haven't sounded that sure in a long time, Hank. [ She smiles, maybe a bit sadly. ] You know I always said a dead monster is always better than a live one.
[ She said these things to her husband?? Yikes. Still, she looks down, just for a second. ]
Maybe I jumped to conclusions.
[ Hank finally deflates a little. It's probably as close to an apology as it's going to get, but that's alright. That's fine. She starts to make her way up to them, holding out her hand to shake.
Hank shouldn't take it. It almost physically hurts him to do it, but he does. ]
Beth. [ All the words die in his throat. ] Hank.
[ They shake hands. Hank lets go before it gets too awkward. He has to physically restrain himself to keep from attacking her. She can probably tell -- maybe that's a test, too. ]
I'll tell them I'm not your babysitter anymore. [ Then she looks at Gavin, unafraid. ] You'd better take care of him, or I'll use the fast stuff next time.
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[ He cuts himself off, even though even remotely implying Hank is a monster makes his blood absolutely boil. No fucking wonder Hank was so lonely and miserable.
He watches them, not budging an inch. A pin could drop, things could go south so quickly... but it doesn't. They shake hands and Gavin deflates as well, lowering his shoulders and his defenses.
Then she looks at him and he can't help a smug, proud little smirk. Gavin reaches for Hank's hand in return, pulling it close and squeezing it gently. ]
I will. I'm never going to leave him alone again. He's mine.
[ He says that, all confident and tough but his heart is pounding like a jackhammer. ]
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Good luck.
[ Hank blushes but he squeezes back, finding comfort in Gavin's touch. Beth watches the both of them and shakes her head. They can get shit for mating too soon later. She knows she's pushing it. She makes her way to the door, waving at Sumo and giving Hank one last, almost sympathetic smile. ]
If you ever have any questions, you have my number.
[ it's!! your!! fault!! Hank doesn't know this shit!! ]
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A little late for that, isn't it? [ But he tugs Hank's hand up and kisses the back of it. ] We'll put you on the Christmas card list.
[ But he finally looks back up at Hank, a tiny smile on his face. And he's blushing... Hank, you're so cute? ]
You okay?
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Once she finally leaves, Hank releases a sigh, all the fight leaving him at once. God, it's a good thing Gavin is still smiling, because if Hank were in his shoes, he wouldn't want anything to do with this mess. ]
I'm... [ His shirt is still open. He looks down at himself, then turns fully and pulls Gavin into a tight hug. His head is a mess but instinct wins out -- he needs comforting and he needs his mate and all of the fuckery going on his head at least won't stop him from holding Gavin and breathing in deep. ] Fuck, I'm a mess.
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