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Lluxley - Blood Elf Priest
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[22 Jul 2008|06:28pm] |
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Dramatic little elven twat. Look what you've gone and done to yourself.
Shallow, hormone-ridden, sex-mongering, masochistic piece of work.
Good riddance, I say. Let the real soldiers fill the hole and get back to the real work.
For the Horde.
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[20 Jun 2008|06:00pm] |
Here are the things that need to change:
-Pointing accusatory fingers at me/proffering wide eyes.
-Making massive interruptions in the everyday lives of hard working Azeroth peoples to scream like a ninny, "Where have you been?!"
-Not taking kindly to my need to regain my strength and not spend every waking moment sharing the trivial facts of time, and its consequences.
Here are the rules that I will never say aloud but wish I was abrasive enough to enforce:
-Do not ask me where I've been.
-Do not ask me what I've been doing.
-Don't act like a twat when I can't hunt you down and remind you of my presence because I'm busy doing my job like a real soldier.
If the Habingers of War think The Reckoning is an well-enforced guild to set an example for them, I can do nothing but fear for our future, however...
It seems things may have changed the The Reckoning's ranks, and my bias may be marginally unmerited. I do not know where Commander Athane has disappeared to; the bastard seems to be invisible where he was once wholly unavoidable. I wonder to myself -- is that power mongering, tawdry little piece of work the new Commander? This pleases me.
I should not have attended the meeting after two days training and three hours sleep; this I can admit to as a gross overestimation of my abilities. It made me irrevocably tactless during the Harbingers of War meeting. This obviously something I will pay for in the future.
However important it may seem to those who have been, the situation at Northrend is not wholly known. To bring it into the eyes of brutish, uncivilized soldiers without dates of deployment, strategies, and SPECIFIC ENEMIES is foolish. They do not care about the trivial details, and if they do? They aren't proper soldiers.
I will not apologize to Gromdaar for requesting that we discuss this when I can garner solid facts through research. That would be absolutely unacceptable.
This book's cover needs a cleaning. There is dust everywhere. Jazik -- that son of a wildkin -- has not touched a thing. Not to steal, not to look, and not to clean. Goblins are truly the only species of their word. If Silvermoon's god was gold and not Prince Kael'thas (I wonder if he rests well, the soulless devil), or the blood-bathed, mana-encrusted, god-forsaken sun, we would be in a much better position.
I tire. Perhaps tomorrow my bitterness will have lifted. I cannot even research the finer points of distillation for my father at this interval.
Goodnight,
Lux'ley Firebough
Scribed by Dalaran Apprentice no. 27
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| [OOC] Noooo! |
[08 Jan 2008|11:25pm] |
Heeeey!
My new laptop should be here in seven business days. Warranties for the win!
If anyone has access to TBDF could you pleasepleasepleaseplease send Lindaris a message/an apology to Farorey? I have the finished image for our art trade, I just need to wait 'til my new PC is here to scan it. It's water color prettiness and it's been ready for the last week, I just haven't had access to a scanner.
Ciao!
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| [OOC] Oh, shit. |
[04 Jan 2008|03:39pm] |
Hey, sorry I dropped off the face of the earth last night. As most of you know, my PC has exploded into a firey... fireball of useless gadzmodgery. It's in the shop right now for its second surgery and we're hoping for the best.
Anywho, I was at a LAN and ran out of time right as little Koru was coming to torture poor, inexperienced Lux'ley The Babysitter. My sincerest apologies. I miss you guys so much :(
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| [Lux'ley] Happy day! |
[24 Dec 2007|09:12pm] |
He was not upset, I was not upset, and now I've run away with my little piece of mind. Though I fear we will not be the close friends we once were, I hope that at the very least he will not avoid my company. These things come in time, I suppose.
Oh, book, I'm so happy. I can now revel in my affection without guilt.
I know it's a bit late in the Feast to be giving out presents, but I was sincerely under the impression I was not going to receive any. I'm going to return these favors and perhaps tack on a few extra, as I have seen a very prosperous month between teaching and procuring books. I figure it couldn't hurt to send the soldiers in my unit that I've found most endearing something small.
-Kinevart & Arej
-Carsis
-Ridelas
-Gromdaar
-Je & Kezeyah
-The Warcaller
-Alsheriam
-Violeta
-Eliandra
-Jeria
-Rexxara
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| [Lux'ley] Twitterpated. |
[24 Dec 2007|05:22am] |
Despite the whole of Azeroth's attempts to spoil my mood, I have found myself truly, wholly, blindly, incandescently happy. My teaching has become more and more diplomatic, and I have begun to grow into my own. My classrooms have an air of serenity rather than the disagreeable one they were emanating before.
And of course, I have begun to see Ridelas. He is gone for several days now on business for the Harbingers; I am told it involves the Silithid and Cenarion Circle. I'm attempting to keep myself preoccupied with as many things as possible to prevent tearing my ears off in worry.
We spent our last evening together in Stranglethorn camping, and he took it upon himself to give me a rather festive outfit in celebration of The Feast of Winter Veil. It's strangely comfortable -- what, with the fur trimmings and the runecloth -- but I dare not wear it in public.
Naturally, I was stuck in the thing for hours while I tracked down where I had absent-mindedly left the pack containing all of my proper clothing. I found it in Stranglethorn; I should've searched the place first. Instead, I shuffled about Orgrimmar looking like some sort of mana den floozy. To make matters worse, Kinevart managed to catch up with me only to offer me a gift while I desperately attempted to cover myself. It turns out she'd sewn me a lovely white dress -- thank the sun for Kinevart. I feel an immense amount of gratitude for her at this particular moment.
I fear that I have lost a friend because I have failed to put out, as the saying goes. Is it a saying? My ears turn red writing the things I confide in you. I resolve to be more open in the future.. or at the least, in these pages. Ridelas has helped me realize that I have a bit more fire in me than I'm used to expressing. His company is sorely missed, but my attachment has not become the maddening variety described in fiction.
I seem to have trailed off a bit. The issue of my acquaintance--
His impatience coupled (tripled?) with my inexperience and preoccupation with Ridelas has left me miffed. Perhaps befriending men in this age is near impossible; it seems all the lot is looking for is an easy lay.
Ridelas has not made any implications regarding the previously mentioned... activity, and seems content in conversing and cooking. My praises for him cannot be expressed in words, and so I digress.
I'm leaving for Ratchet tonight, to sleep in my own bed and be rid of Silvermoon, and regrettably of my former friend for the night. I hope to patch things up as it would not be prudent to act like feuding children in our unit. I've sent him a letter. All professional interests aside, he is respectable and intelligent: something I have sorely be lacking in since the Sunwell.
My conscience remains free.
Yes.
It does.
The city's library does not require my assistance for the next several weeks, I'm elated!
Goodnight, little book.
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| [Quebrion] Please let me drink myself into a stupor. |
[24 Dec 2007|05:02am] |
My integration into The Reckoning ((Scribbled in the margin with an arrow pointing between the two sentences)) [Unit number three four something about something... I don't think the number is too important. I hope it isn't. Oh bugger, I'll find it in the morning.] has been stressful. The unit is disorganized and unprofessional, but they look to be working on some improvements due to several cataclysmic events. Fatalities, it seems, is the order of the day. How delightful!
The relations between the Guardsmen ((Scribbled in the margin with an arrow pointing between the two sentences)) [Hell, even the Sergeant, Commander, what-have-you... I wonder if the Magister is involved in any similar scandals? Definitely must gossip in my free time.] appear comical and entertaining, at best. They're paired off in their couples; their personal lives becoming the focal point of their induction. It seems to be a secret plot of the Magiter's or the Calculator's or whoever's to repopulate the city by bringing the lonely men and women together under the pretense of being a unit. Well, I suppose in the right light it's not pretense. Hah-HA!
Nothing turns me on more than the "I have power to abuse, you have power to abuse, we ought to shag!" motive. I'll be damned, the city has procured my ultimate aphrodisiacal secret.
I wish that I could boast these feelings of animosity as jealousy, but I grow weary of those interactions in too short a time. ((Scribbled in the margin with an arrow pointing between the two sentences)) [Do I really? I sound so pompous. I must be getting old.] Their vigor and enthusiasm makes me crave such blissful youth. Mine was decidedly less stellar; I recall that humans make dull playmates because of their lifespan.
All I want is a smoke, fire, and some eggnogg. Maybe a more socially friendly atmosphere, since I've been making nice with the disgruntled citizens of Silvermoon City with no time to breathe. I really miss the Spire and all the comforts provided to me there. The apartment I've leased in Silvermoon City is too close to the Naaru for comfort, and my sleep is troubled with his pain. ((Scribbled in the margin with an arrow pointing at the end of the sentence.)) [Maybe I'll hunt down that pyromaniac tinkerer troll kid I met in the stocks yesterday -- exploding sheep might be good for counting.]
I hope that I become as dulled and insensible as the sin'dorei, because the clarity I assume I have is starting to drive me stark raving mad. For now? I shall drink until I cannot see! Eggnogg, you are my dearest love.
((Stamped with bright purple ink on the lighter brown parchment))
Quebrion Bysbel
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[20 Dec 2007|09:52pm] |
((It looks like the author has pressed down very hard with a quill, leaving torn spots in the paper.))
YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE CARRYING OUT KAEL'THAS'S PETTY GRUDGES IN THE OUTLAND. YOU PRIDEFUL FOOLS: SILVERMOON WILL BE LEVELED BY YOUR MISTAKES.
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| [Lux'ley] |
[18 Dec 2007|03:19pm] |
My arm is better. I will never fiddle in the affairs of poisonous Wildkin again... if I can help it. It's been some time since I've had to heal any wounds the conventional way.
And here I am, with the previous promise of a delightful entry full of hope and happiness, and I fear that I do not have that. Ridelas has been sweet as ever with me though I know that other woman has some sort of snake grip on him. It's strange to think that if she ever divorced the father of her child, Ridelas would likely jump right in his place without a second thought. Alsheriam continues to try my patience and confuse me thoroughly using such blatant.. bedroom eyes on me. I know what the relations between the very bored and the very loose are like, but I've no idea how the technical aspect manifests itself. I should find some books. I should ask.. Dethorne? Matojo? ...
I would wish myself away to a remote island and declare myself the sole owner and occupant if I knew of such a place I could go uncontested and unfound. Unfortunately I know that I would be found quite easily considering both the men that I am apparently torturing are scouts, trackers, and the list goes on. I suppose if I'm going to torture some poor thing, he ought to be well qualified.
I sound like some sort of floozy.
Perhaps I ought to go back to church. I'd imagine there's one in Shattrath I could study in. I didn't need this hormonal mumbo jumbo as a child, and I certainly don't need it as a full grown woman.
Liar liar liar.
Still immensely confused. Perhaps I will be more elated tomorrow?
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| [Lux'ley] Frazzled |
[14 Dec 2007|12:30pm] |
((In her journal the writing is mechanical, and the punctuation and spelling are poor. Uuuuunfortunately I am sleep deprived and will photoshop a nice little somethin' somethin' with bad spelling/punctuation and spilled ink in the future.))
Testing.
My arm is hardly well enough to be holding a pen, so instead I've managed -- with the help of Jazzik downstairs -- to tinker myself a dictating gizmo. I wonder if I could sell these. Jazzik really is a strange goblin. Or perhaps the years I've been living in his shop have finally made him agreeable to me. I find his kindness, despite how begrudging and small, an immensely large step in our friendship. Friendship! Hah.
I've slept for nearly three days, only waking to chew on some roots for the pain, or to change my dressings. Anything I've managed to get down my throat revisits me in a matter of minutes. I'm starting to believe that I truly am one of the weaker ones and have survived thus far by mere coincidence. My first scar, my first real wound, and I'm taking it like some sort of invalid.
I'm not used to men constantly showing to my rescue. Far as I can remember I've made sure to keep to myself, to keep the impressions curt and concise. I have not been one to be affected by the realm of relationships. Perhaps I am getting old, perhaps I'm unknowingly looking to have a child. Hah. Hahahahaha.
Alsheriam helped dress my wound after a Wildkin made off with a chunk of my flesh. It was perhaps the most surreal experience I've ever had. Er.. getting part of my arm ripped off, I mean. Not Alsheriam. I think.
I must speak to Ridelas about Alsheriam. He showed up at my tent and was very straight forward about his feelings. And I find that I enjoy the company of both men and I
((A lot of ink is smeared and spilled here))
not meant for these sort of relations between people and I have no idea how to manage feelings and I'm upset that I'm going to lose someone no matter how much effort I may put into being diplomatic and I am confused and I don't know how to make a choice and I'm not sure if mom is trying to marry one of those kind looking Draenei men in Shattrath and I'm worried and I'm sick and I'm tired of being worried and sick and my arm hurts and I wish I could get better so I could go back to studying and teaching because that is who I am and I know that I am anything else outside of that and I have nothing to offer these men and I think they're both being ridiculous and that perhaps I should lose both of them because the end will inevitably manifest itself regardless of what I do.
I'm such an unmitigated fool. I will sleep, and tomorrow's entry? It will be full of positivity.
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| [Endsville] Swimming in Lake Wintergrasp |
[13 Dec 2007|06:49am] |
((Her journal is burnt on one of the corners, and it seems to have been waterlogged. The writing is shaky and dark, as if the author was pressing very hard down on the page, and shaking violently.))
If I never see that place again, I think I could live out the rest of my life treasure hunting in The Barrens.
Fuck. I need a drink. I lost a toe. I don't know how attractive that's going to be at The Sailor. I'm not sleeping alone tonight. I can't stop shivering. I will never be ambitious again. I will never dream of gold. I will never dream of dragon's gold.
I will never go treasure hunting there again.
Never.
By the light of sun! Their scales are so fucking blue. And they were so fucking loud. My hair is singed but it smells of ice. I smell of ice. And I can't stop shivering. That place is cursed.
I need to find a warm body.
Now.
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| [Lux'ley] Sobriety. |
[12 Dec 2007|08:35am] |
I got a letter from Alsheriam. It was short.
I'm too nervous to write. I'm afraid I've put myself in a bad situation.
I've been neglecting my studies.
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| [Lux'ley] . . . |
[11 Dec 2007|02:58am] |
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As punishment for the rampant disrespect I've shown for myself, my body decided to bestow upon me one of the most upsetting colds I've ever had. It left me bed-ridden with enough time to drive myself into a very disoriented state, unable to do much else. I spent the whole morning brooding over the previous night's events.
To preserve some semblance of sanity after a very nightmarish nap I turned on my hearthstone for company. I know I sounded terrible, but I was not looking for sympathy. I wanted to hear idle chatter -- the fighting -- the reports, anything to get my mind off of him.
And so it did. Mareska told me a bit about her marriage with one of the shu'halo, which I found myself feeling slightly envious about. Tauren men are sweet. Aido recommended Liferoot to help with my cold, which helped a great deal paired with the rum that Ridelas brought me.
Ridelas was very kind to me yesterday. He allowed me to get slightly buzzed off of the rum and get a few things off my chest in a very undignified way. He seems like a fairly decent person, though, and I don't think I was judged for my moment of weakness.
The strangest part about my afternoon with Ridelas was Kinevart spying on us for nearly the whole evening in my apartment atop Jazzik's. I maintain most of the Alarm-O-Bots in the shop below us, and was quite surprised that they didn't pick her up underneath the stairs, or in the boxes. If Jazzik had spied her skulking about he would've used the polymorphing trinket I gave him to turn her into a gnome -- I hope he didn't catch my cold? That doesn't seem like him to not keep a sharp eye on the inventory.
I keep replaying the whole experience in my head, and I can't get past that I may've incurred her wrath. The afternoon was innocent enough; we talked, I drank, he gave me his shirt
She's married. I know that her and Ridelas have a history -- he kissed her moments before her husband proposed. Why is it then
She has no right, even if I was interested in Ridelas, to act the way she did. She made the decision to marry another man; how is it sensible to be stalking another?
I don't understand the affairs or feelings of young women. Ridelas is very close to me in age -- perhaps a bit older? -- and he seems to understand Kinevart quite well. I tried to ask him about her, but I'm afraid his faith in the idea that she is married supersedes any ideas of infidelity, second thoughts, etc. that she may be having.
I'm rambling. This is none of my business, but it has left me curious, and perhaps a little unsettled. I don't think Kinevart is foolish enough to act on any negative emotions she may be having toward me. I'd imagine she merely got raging drunk at the Kodo and took it out on Ridelas.
He promised to help me go mining today. I'm glad to have a friend in the unit, as most of the soldiers keep to themselves.
I made a squirrel for Al
I got a new shirt today. It's very.. pirate-y. Dad would be proud. It smells nice. ((There is a small heart drawn here, albeit it's been X'd out))
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| [Lux'ley] Deplorable. |
[10 Dec 2007|08:41am] |
I am the most deplorable person.
I admit to loneliness on a very minuscule, insignificant, sufferable level. Late nights in the library, pitching a tent alone in Stranglethorn, a particularly significant accomplishment. I'm not immune.
That is no excuse to be falling over someone when I'm the slightest bit out of my right mind.
Inappropriate.
I talked to mother about it and she scolded me for leading the man on rather than having rampant sexual relations. The woman is losing herself day by day. I know father is likely hiding from the inevitable truth somewhere in Booty Bay in some ridiculous human costume. You're not fooling anyone, dad. Stuffing your shirt with hay looks utterly ridiculous.
I tried my best to be discreet leaving this morning, though I'm sure he heard me. Soldiers are not heavy sleepers. His massive dejected-looking cat-pet-companion-guard-thing kept one eye focused on me as I was gathering my things. I couldn't stop feeling as if he was doing he same, and consequently knocked his lamp over in my clumsy attempt at swiftness. I didn't dare look.
I, however, slept like a contented child. I awoke with my skirts riding
Clinging to him as if I had some business be
I'll keep using bloodthistle and if these pits under my eyes darken--
I am not interested in luring any more unsuspecting men. Especially not a respectable soldier in my own unit. Irresponsible. I've made a mockery of myself. The idea to dress less like some sorry little Silvermoon scholar ragamuffin was not meant with this intent. My students have been a great deal more polite since I have dawned this gaudy-looking dress and these spectacles that are far too small for sincere attempts at intensive research. My hair has tamed with the overuse of mag--
I'm too busy for this. For the games of the young, the reckless, passion--
I am going to write him because I did enjoy his comp
I should apologize for the intrusion
I am frus
I'm dizzy with some sort of vengeful fever. I'm going to take the day off.
((Added a bit later in a very small, shaky script.))
I'll do what I want.
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| [OOC] Ferratha Zaf-Rrawhya -- FFXI |
[05 Dec 2007|02:20pm] |
We interrupt our regularly scheduled WoW banter to visit the world of Vana'diel momentarily...
One upon a time there was a mithra named Ferratha Zaf-Rrawhya. She was part of the Bastok Expeditionary Force, and she was pretty awesome. She's probably married with kids to some monk named Dekker.
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ferra_ffxi is open again! I wont be using Ferra for another two weeks though. But for now I'm content causing a ruckus on Kalani. Thanks for letting me borrow him, buddy!
This is what Ferra looks like in drag:
( more random ffxi nostalgia-related shizzles. spoilers. hah. )
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and now? a new adventure begins...
(You should REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY watch this trailer, even if you don't play FFXI. It's awesome.)
see you in vana'diel!
I'll be reactivating mid-month, I'd imagine. See you then!
Back to our regularly scheduled WoWbanter.
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| [Luxley] |
[02 Dec 2007|03:07am] |
Father is missing in action.
Mother had a small, private wake for him. Her eagerness to be rid of her husband of two hundred years was misinterpreted by nearly all of Shattrath.
She burned all of the red clothes I brought with me -- I've been away from her influence for so long that I forget her sense of privacy is null. I am also not allowed to indulge in any of the sin'dorei practices I've perpetuated for the last five years. Meditation is exhausting and almost maddening. I haven't slept, and I eat constantly. However, if I managed to meditate for the first one hundred and sixty years of my life, this phase should pass with no serious side effects. I will remain guileless with myself if things take a turn for the worst.
I look good in blue. I don't know why I owned so much red; the garments burned for an hour, at least. I suppose I got caught up in my pride as sin'dorei. How could I have done such a thing?
I'm beginning to understand my mother's madness, where I have been nonplussed before. I have to pray that she doesn't elope with this new man she's found. I can't imagine who would be trying to court such a withering, insane shell with so few prospects -- we lost everything but each other when Arthas truly betrayed our people.
I remain unsure of the sin'dorei, but I cannot regard humans without being filled with immeasurable rage; a thing I have struggled these past years with. Perhaps it was impulsive to declare myself sin'dorei, but I cannot undo the choice. I still do not feel as if I was entirely wrong. I am conflicted. Any sane elf would be; a decision that drives one's own mother into a slow, degrading madness can only feel the need to second guess themselves.
I am not proud of what I've become. I've a mind to accept the Apothecary's banshee offer.
I feel dizzy. I wonder if I ought to be worri
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| [Lux'ley] |
[29 Nov 2007|01:10am] |
I'm feeling piteously unhappy and helpless tonight. Father's gone missing on his last trip to Booty Bay on the transport ship. I knew he should've stayed in Shattrath with Frejnai.
I've no idea what I'm supposed to do. Their refusal to align with any faction leaves them -- me -- with so few options. So few.
Hope is very scarce tonight.
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| [Endsville] |
[28 Nov 2007|10:49pm] |
Fuck The Reckoning.
Bunch of stuck up little pricks hounding citizens and ruining lives in the name of Kael'thas. If I train hard enough, maybe I'll be able to pick a fight with 'em eventually? They all deserve a good kick in their pretty little faces.
Helped a young man who was poisoned in one of their cells. Who doesn't provide medical help to the incarcerated? Monsters. His little sister is out somewhere alone in the world and helpless to boot. Apparently they weren't listening to the man's pleas. I'm livid with rage.
Managed to persuade two of the off duty guards to have a drink with me. They're both zealots to The Reckoning, but they do know how to have a decent time. Sunnistrix and Aurphios. They're both easy. So easy. Laughably easy. Dethorne is a wet blanket for a drinking partner, I guess his rep isn't fact. Awkward. Gotta Have to remember not to pay any mind to the girlies in Harbingers when they do their gossip thing. Will find someone else in the unit to befriend.
Remember to tell Aerei that she is absolved of all potential charges. They have no solid evidence on her. I wonder if this will make her happy, or if she'll be disappointed that she doesn't have a reason to avoid Silvermoon.
Whatever. Need to find a decent troll tonight. Sick of Silvermoonies. They're obnoxiously in love with themselves.
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