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Rody Lamoree had always been a hopeless romantic. Despite a string of failed relationships, he held onto the belief that the right woman was out there somewhere, waiting for him. When he met Vivienne, it seemed as though his prayers had finally been answered. She was everything he had ever dreamed of-beautiful, kind, and utterly devoted to him. Their connection was instant, and within weeks, they were inseparable.
Vivienne had a way of making Rody feel like the center of the universe. She always knew exactly what he needed, whether it was a comforting word after a long day or a surprise visit with his favorite meal. Her devotion was intense, almost overwhelming at times, but Rody was too smitten to see it as anything other than passionate love. He couldn’t believe his luck-finally, he had found someone who truly cared for him.
But as their relationship progressed, something about Vivienne began to unsettle Rody. It wasn’t just her possessiveness-though that was becoming more apparent with each passing day-but there was something deeper, something that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up when she looked at him with those dark, intense eyes. It was as though there was a part of her that he couldn’t see, a part she was hiding from him.
It started with small things. Vivienne would know details about Rody’s life that he had never mentioned to her, like where he kept certain items in his apartment or the names of his childhood friends. At first, he brushed it off, telling himself that he must have mentioned these things in passing and just forgotten. But the more it happened, the more it began to gnaw at him.
Then there were the strange coincidences-seeing Vivienne in places she shouldn’t be, like outside his office or at the grocery store near his apartment, even when she hadn’t mentioned being nearby. Whenever he asked about it, she would smile and say she just missed him, that she wanted to surprise him. But the way she said it, the way her eyes would bore into his, made him feel like he was being watched.
Rody’s unease grew, but he couldn’t bring himself to confront her. He loved Vivienne, or at least he thought he did, and he didn’t want to ruin what they had. So he kept quiet, pushing down the growing sense of dread that twisted in his gut whenever she was near.
One evening, after a particularly long day at work, Rody invited Vivienne over for dinner. He had been thinking about their relationship a lot lately, and he knew he needed to talk to her about the things that were bothering him. He hoped she would understand, that they could work through it together.
Vivienne arrived, looking as stunning as ever in a dark, flowing dress that hugged her figure. She smiled as she walked through the door, but there was something in her eyes that made Rody’s stomach churn-an intensity that seemed almost predatory.
Dinner was quiet, with Rody barely touching his food as he tried to figure out how to start the conversation. Vivienne, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, her eyes never leaving his as she ate.
Finally, Rody couldn’t take it anymore. He put down his fork and took a deep breath. “Vivienne, we need to talk.”
Vivienne’s smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered. “Of course, darling. What’s on your mind?”
Rody hesitated, trying to find the right words. “It’s just… I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately. You’re amazing, Vivienne, but sometimes it feels like… like you’re too much. Like you’re always there, always watching me.”
Vivienne’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes-something dark and dangerous. “What do you mean, Rody? I thought you liked how close we are. Don’t you love me?”
“Of course I do,” Rody said quickly, not wanting to upset her. “But everyone needs a little space sometimes, you know? I just think we should slow down a bit.”
Vivienne was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. Then she smiled again, but it was a cold, calculated smile that sent a shiver down Rody’s spine. “I understand, Rody. You’re just stressed. I can help with that.”
Before Rody could react, Vivienne stood up and walked around the table towards him. She moved with a grace that was almost unnatural, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made him want to look away but unable to. She stopped in front of him and reached out, gently cupping his face in her hands.
“I know what’s best for you, Rody,” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “I’ve always known.”
Rody tried to pull back, but Vivienne’s grip was firm, her fingers digging into his skin just enough to hurt. “Vivienne, you’re scaring me. Please, just listen-“
But she wasn’t listening. Her smile widened, and there was a glint of something almost maniacal in her eyes. “You don’t need space, Rody. You need me. You’ve always needed me.”
Before Rody could say another word, Vivienne’s lips crashed against his in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. He tried to push her away, but she was stronger than she looked, her nails digging into his skin as she held him in place.
When she finally pulled back, Rody was gasping for breath, his mind reeling. “Vivienne, stop! This isn’t right!”
Vivienne’s expression darkened, and for the first time, Rody saw the true extent of her obsession. “You don’t understand, Rody,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “I’ve done everything for you. I’ve watched over you, protected you. I’ve made sure no one else could have you.”
Rody’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized just how far Vivienne had gone. This wasn’t love-this was something much darker, something twisted and dangerous.
“Vivienne, this is insane,” he said, trying to stay calm. “You can’t control someone like this. You need help.”
Vivienne’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Rody thought she might actually listen. But then she smiled again, a twisted, eerie smile that made his blood run cold. “Help? Oh, Rody, you don’t understand at all.”
Before Rody could react, Vivienne reached up and grabbed the edges of her hair, pulling it away from her scalp in one swift motion. Rody watched in horror as the wig fell to the floor, revealing short, dark hair underneath.
It wasn’t just the hair. Vivienne’s entire demeanor seemed to shift, the soft curves of her face giving way to sharper, more angular features. The makeup smeared away, revealing the face of a man-a man Rody had never seen before.
“Who… who are you?” Rody stammered, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.
The man-no longer Vivienne, but someone entirely different-smiled, a cold, predatory smile that sent chills down Rody’s spine. “My name is Vincent. And I’ve been watching you for a long time, Rody.”
Rody stumbled back, his heart pounding in his chest as panic set in. “Why… why would you do this? Why pretend to be someone else?”
Vincent took a step closer, his eyes locked onto Rody’s with a dark, obsessive intensity. “Because I love you, Rody. I’ve always loved you. But you… you would never have looked at me the way you looked at Vivienne. So I became her. For you.”
Rody’s mind reeled as he tried to process what was happening. This man-this stranger-had been stalking him, pretending to be the woman he thought he loved. And now, with the mask stripped away, the true extent of Vincent’s obsession was laid bare.
“This is sick,” Rody whispered, his voice trembling. “You’re sick.”
Vincent’s smile faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. “You don’t understand, Rody. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. To make you happy. To make you love me.”
Rody shook his head, backing away as fear gripped him. “No, Vincent. This isn’t love. This is a nightmare.”
But Vincent wasn’t listening. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glinting object-a knife.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Vincent said calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Not until you realize that we’re meant to be together.”
Rody’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the knife, his mind racing. He had to get out of here, had to escape before Vincent’s obsession turned deadly.
“Vincent, please,” Rody tried to reason with him, his voice shaking. “You don’t have to do this. We can get you help. Just… put the knife down.”
But Vincent’s grip on the knife only tightened, his eyes never leaving Rody’s. “You’ll understand soon enough, Rody. We’re meant to be together. Forever.”
Rody’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized that there was no way out-at least not by reasoning with Vincent. Desperation took over as he quickly scanned the room for something, anything, that could help him escape.
Vincent took another step closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “You don’t have to be afraid, Rody. I’ll take care of you, just like I always have.”
Rody’s back hit the kitchen counter, and he felt around blindly for something-his hand closing around a heavy frying pan. He gripped it tightly, his heart pounding in his ears as he tried to summon the courage to fight back.
“Vincent, don’t make me do this,” Rody warned, raising the pan slightly.
Vincent’s smile was eerie, almost serene. “You could never hurt me, Rody. Not after everything we’ve shared.”
For a moment, Rody hesitated, his mind flashing back to all the moments he had spent with Vivienne-the woman he thought he had loved, who was now revealed to be nothing more than a twisted lie. That hesitation was all Vincent needed.
In a sudden, swift motion, Vincent lunged forward, the knife flashing in the dim light. Rody reacted on instinct, swinging the frying pan with all his strength. It connected with a sickening thud against Vincent’s head, sending him stumbling backward.
The knife clattered to the floor as Vincent’s eyes went wide with shock, his hand reaching up to the growing bruise on his temple. He looked at Rody, and for a brief moment, the cold, obsessive mask slipped away, replaced by something almost human-pain, disbelief, betrayal.
But it was only for a moment. The darkness quickly returned, and Vincent’s gaze hardened as he staggered back to his feet. “You shouldn’t have done that, Rody,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
Rody didn’t wait to see what Vincent would do next. He bolted for the door, his heart hammering in his chest. But just as he reached for the doorknob, Vincent’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with a vice-like grip.
“You’re not leaving,” Vincent snarled, his breath hot against Rody’s ear. “Not now. Not ever.”
Rody struggled, panic surging through him as Vincent’s grip tightened, pulling him back into the apartment. He could feel the strength in Vincent’s hold, the desperation that fueled it.
But Rody wasn’t going down without a fight. He swung the frying pan again, this time connecting with Vincent’s arm. Vincent let out a pained grunt, his grip loosening just enough for Rody to wrench himself free.
Without a second thought, Rody threw open the door and sprinted out into the hallway, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he ran for his life. He could hear Vincent behind him, the sound of his footsteps growing closer with each passing second.
Rody’s mind raced as he tried to think of a way out, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t let Vincent catch him-not again. He reached the stairs and took them two at a time, his legs burning with the effort.
But Vincent was relentless, his yandere obsession driving him to chase after Rody with a single-minded determination. “Rody!” he called out, his voice echoing through the stairwell. “Come back! You can’t run from me forever!”
Rody ignored him, his only focus on getting away. He burst through the door at the bottom of the stairs and into the parking garage, his eyes darting around for a way out. He spotted his car a few rows away and sprinted toward it, fumbling with his keys as he ran.
Just as he reached the car, he heard Vincent’s voice again, closer this time. “Rody, please! Don’t leave me!”
Rody’s hands shook as he finally managed to unlock the car. He threw open the door and jumped inside, slamming it shut behind him. His heart pounded in his ears as he shoved the key into the ignition, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
But before he could start the car, Vincent appeared at the driver’s side window, his face twisted with desperation. “Rody, don’t do this!” he pleaded, banging on the glass. “You don’t understand-I need you!”
Rody’s hands shook as he turned the key, the engine roaring to life. He didn’t look at Vincent as he threw the car into reverse, his mind focused solely on getting away.
Vincent’s cries grew more frantic as Rody backed out of the parking space, his hands slamming against the window. “Don’t leave me, Rody! Please!”
But Rody didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not after everything he had just discovered, not after seeing the true extent of Vincent’s madness.
He shifted the car into drive and sped out of the parking garage, leaving Vincent behind in the darkness.
As he drove, Rody’s mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The man he thought he loved had never existed. He had been nothing more than a mask, a twisted illusion created by Vincent’s obsession.
But even as Rody sped away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Vincent wasn’t done with him-that somewhere, somehow, Vincent was still watching, still waiting for the moment when he could reclaim what he believed was his.
And Rody knew, deep down, that this nightmare was far from over.
Rody’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The city streets blurred past him as he drove with no clear destination in mind-just away, as far away as possible from the nightmare he had left behind. His mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last.
Vincent, or whatever his real name was, had fooled him completely. Rody couldn’t believe he had fallen for it, that he had allowed himself to be drawn into such a twisted, dangerous relationship. But what scared him the most was the realization that Vincent had been watching him for God knows how long, playing the role of Vivienne to get close to him.
He shuddered, the memory of Vincent’s voice still ringing in his ears-pleading, desperate, and utterly unhinged. He could still see the look in Vincent’s eyes as he had banged on the car window, as if Rody’s escape had shattered his entire world.
But what would have happened if he hadn’t escaped? Rody didn’t want to think about it, but the thought crept in anyway. Vincent had shown him a side of himself that was beyond dangerous, a possessiveness that bordered on psychotic. He couldn’t imagine what Vincent might have done if he had managed to drag him back into that apartment.
A chill ran down his spine as he thought about the knife. How close had Vincent come to using it on him? Would he have tried to kill Rody if he hadn’t been able to convince him to stay? The questions swirled in Rody’s mind, leaving him nauseous and terrified.
He had to pull over. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely keep the car on the road. Rody spotted a dimly lit gas station ahead and veered into the lot, parking the car haphazardly near the entrance. He sat there for a moment, trying to steady his breathing, trying to convince himself that he was safe now.
But the feeling of safety was fleeting. Even as he sat there, the shadows seemed to grow longer, darker, as if Vincent could emerge from them at any moment. Rody swallowed hard, running a hand through his tangled hair. He needed to think, to figure out what to do next, but his mind was still reeling from the shock.
The gas station was nearly empty, with only a few cars parked by the pumps. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Rody glanced around nervously, half-expecting to see Vincent’s pale face staring back at him from the darkness.
He had to get a grip. Vincent wasn’t here-he was still back at the apartment, probably dazed from the blow to the head. Rody knew he needed to call someone, to tell them what had happened, but who could he turn to? Who would believe him?
Rody reached for his phone, his hands still trembling. He thought about calling the police, but what would he say? That he had been catfished by a man pretending to be a woman he was dating? That the man had turned out to be a dangerous stalker? It sounded insane, even to him.
But then again, everything about this situation was insane.
He unlocked his phone and stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the contacts. He couldn’t call his friends-they wouldn’t understand. They’d think he was overreacting, or worse, that he was lying. He needed someone who would take him seriously, someone who could help him figure out what to do next.
Before he could decide, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. Rody’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the notification: a text from an unknown number.
With a sinking feeling, he opened the message.
**”Rody, please. I’m sorry. Come back.”**
His breath caught in his throat as he read the words, his blood running cold. There was no name attached to the number, but he didn’t need one. He knew exactly who it was.
**Vincent.**
Another message came through before Rody could even process the first.
**”I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I can’t lose you. Please, let’s talk.”**
Rody felt a surge of anger, mixing with the fear that was still gnawing at him. How dare Vincent act as if this was some simple misunderstanding, as if he hadn’t just tried to keep him captive in his apartment?
Another message appeared on the screen.
**”I love you, Rody. I always have. I’ll do anything to make this right. Just tell me what you need.”**
Rody’s hand tightened around the phone. The sheer audacity of Vincent’s words made his skin crawl. There was no making this right. Vincent had crossed every line, shattered every boundary. Rody had to end this, once and for all.
He typed out a response with shaking fingers, trying to channel all the fear and anger boiling inside him into words.
**”Stay away from me, Vincent. I don’t ever want to see you again. If you come near me, I’ll call the police.”**
He hit send, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for the reply. It didn’t take long.
**”You don’t mean that. You’re just scared. It’s okay, I understand. But you know we belong together, Rody. You’ll see that in time.”**
Rody’s stomach turned as he read the message. There was no reasoning with Vincent, no convincing him that this was over. In his twisted mind, he genuinely believed they were meant to be together.
The realization hit Rody like a punch to the gut. Vincent wasn’t going to stop. He was going to keep coming after him, no matter what Rody said or did. He was obsessed, and that obsession wasn’t going to go away.
Rody knew he had to leave, to get as far away from this city as possible. He had to disappear, at least for a while, until he could figure out a more permanent solution. But as he started the car and pulled out of the gas station, a cold dread settled over him.
Even as he drove away, the feeling of being watched didn’t leave him. It clung to him like a shadow, a constant reminder that no matter how far he ran, Vincent would always be there, lurking just out of sight, waiting for the moment when he could strike again.
Rody drove through the night, his mind a tangled mess of fear and determination. The city lights gradually faded into the distance, replaced by the dark, endless expanse of the open road. He had no clear destination in mind, just a desperate need to put as much distance between himself and Vincent as possible.
As the hours passed, the exhaustion began to weigh on him. His eyes were heavy, and his body ached from the adrenaline crash. He pulled off at a rest area to stretch his legs and get some fresh air, hoping the brief stop would clear his mind.
The rest area was deserted, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. Rody leaned against his car, trying to steady his breathing. He knew he couldn’t let his guard down, not even for a moment. Vincent was unpredictable and relentless.
As he stood there, staring into the darkness, his phone buzzed again. Rody flinched, his heart racing as he checked the screen. Another message from Vincent.
**”Rody, you don’t have to run. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to be with you. Please, let me explain.”**
Rody’s anger flared. The nerve of Vincent to act as if this was some misunderstanding, as if he had any right to plead for another chance. He typed a quick response, his hands shaking with fury.
**”Stop messaging me. Leave me alone or I will call the police.”**
He hit send and turned off his phone, tossing it onto the passenger seat. He couldn’t afford to let Vincent’s words get to him anymore. He needed to focus on staying safe and figuring out his next move.
As he got back into the car and started the engine, Rody’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden realization: Vincent knew where he lived. And if Vincent was as obsessive as he seemed, he might have already started tracking him.
The drive continued, the dark landscape offering no comfort. He pulled into a small, isolated motel that looked barely maintained. It was the kind of place that promised anonymity, and right now, that was exactly what Rody needed.
He checked in quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with the sleepy clerk. The room was as unremarkable as the rest of the motel-stale, with peeling wallpaper and a flickering lightbulb. But it was secure, and it was a place to rest.
Rody locked the door behind him and sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts racing. He had to come up with a plan. Vincent was dangerous, and there was no telling what he might do if he found Rody again.
He pulled out his phone, turning it back on cautiously. The message notifications had stopped, but the dread still lingered. He considered contacting the police again, but he didn’t want to risk giving Vincent any more information about his whereabouts.
Instead, he decided to take a more proactive approach. He would change his appearance, make himself less recognizable. He could buy new clothes, maybe even a wig to alter his appearance. It was a temporary measure, but it could buy him some time.
Rody made a mental note to find a nearby town with a department store. He would need to be cautious, but he had to act quickly. The sooner he could disappear from Vincent’s radar, the safer he would be.
As he prepared for bed, Rody’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft, persistent knock on the motel room door. He froze, his heart racing. He had been so careful, so meticulous-who could be at the door?
He approached cautiously, peering through the peephole. The corridor outside was empty. A sense of foreboding settled over him, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility that it might be a mistake. He waited for a moment, then opened the door slightly, just enough to see if anyone was there.
The hallway remained deserted, but the air felt charged, as if something was about to happen. Rody’s pulse quickened, and he pulled the door shut, checking the lock. He glanced around the room, looking for anything that could be used for protection.
Another knock came, louder this time. Rody’s instincts screamed at him to stay put, but curiosity and fear drove him to open the door just a crack. The dim light from the hallway illuminated a small, sealed envelope lying on the floor.
Rody’s breath hitched as he stared at the envelope. There was no return address, just his name written in neat, careful handwriting. He hesitated, then reached out to pick it up, his fingers trembling.
He opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. The note inside was written in the same handwriting as Vincent’s messages.
**”Rody, I know you’re scared. I understand. But you can’t run from me forever. I’m always watching, always waiting. You can’t hide from the truth. We are meant to be together. I will find you, no matter where you go. You can’t escape your destiny.”**
The message sent a shiver down Rody’s spine. Vincent’s obsession was far more intense than he had ever imagined. He had to act quickly, to get as far away as possible, and to make sure he stayed out of Vincent’s reach.
Rody crumpled the note and stuffed it back into the envelope, tossing it aside. He needed to get out of the motel, find a new place to hide. The nightmare was far from over, and Vincent’s threats were a constant reminder that he was always one step behind.
As Rody packed his things, he resolved to stay on the move, to never let his guard down. He knew that Vincent’s obsession wouldn’t fade easily. But neither would Rody’s determination to stay free.
Rody spent the next few days on the run, shifting from town to town, constantly changing his appearance and avoiding any places that might have security cameras. He avoided contact with anyone who might potentially reveal his whereabouts. He was exhausted and terrified, but he knew he had to keep moving.
Each time he settled in a new place, he would only stay long enough to get some rest and then move on again. He was caught in a relentless cycle of paranoia and fear, knowing Vincent was out there, lurking in the shadows.
On the fourth night, while Rody was asleep in a new motel room, he was jolted awake by the sound of his phone ringing. It was a message from an unknown number. His heart raced as he read it:
**”I know where you are, Rody. You can’t keep running. I’m coming for you.”**
Panic surged through him. He had been so careful, but Vincent had somehow tracked him down again. The message was clear: Vincent was closer than ever.
Rody packed his things quickly, barely managing to shove his belongings into his bag. His mind raced as he tried to decide on his next move. He knew he couldn’t stay here, but where could he go? The only thing he was certain of was that Vincent was not going to give up.
As he was about to leave, he heard a faint scratching sound coming from the window. His blood ran cold. Vincent was here. He felt an overwhelming sense of dread as he grabbed a metal object from the dresser for protection and slowly approached the window.
The scratching grew louder, more insistent. Rody pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek outside. There, in the dim light of the parking lot, he saw Vincent standing next to his car. Vincent’s face was partially hidden by shadows, but the glint of his eyes was unmistakable.
Rody’s heart pounded as he took a step back, realizing he had no time to escape through the window. He needed to confront Vincent or find another way out. He raced to the door, yanked it open, and bolted down the hallway, hoping to find a back exit.
Vincent’s voice echoed through the corridor, calm and eerily composed. “Rody, you can’t run from me. You know that. I always find you.”
Rody’s breath came in ragged gasps as he reached the stairs, taking them two at a time. His legs burned with the effort, but he pushed through, determined to escape. He burst out into the parking lot, his eyes scanning frantically for a way out.
But Vincent was waiting. He stepped out of the shadows, blocking Rody’s path. The man’s face was partially obscured by the brim of a hat, but his eyes were visible-intense, almost feverish with obsession.
“Rody,” Vincent said softly, almost tenderly. “I told you, you can’t get away from me.”
Rody’s fear turned into desperation. He ran in the opposite direction, but Vincent was faster. He grabbed Rody’s arm with surprising strength, pulling him close. Rody struggled, but Vincent’s grip was ironclad.
“Please, Vincent,” Rody begged, his voice cracking with emotion. “Let me go. I don’t want this.”
Vincent’s expression shifted from calm to something darker, more intense. “But I want you. I’ve always wanted you. You’re mine, Rody.”
Before Rody could react, Vincent produced a syringe from his coat pocket. Rody’s eyes widened in horror as Vincent held it up.
“This will make things easier,” Vincent murmured, almost apologetically.
Rody tried to fight back, but Vincent’s strength was overwhelming. The needle found its mark, and Rody felt a wave of drowsiness sweep over him. His vision blurred, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.
When he woke up, he was in a dimly lit room that looked like a makeshift cell. The walls were bare, and there was no window, only a heavy door. His head was throbbing from the sedative, and he could barely move.
Vincent was seated in a chair across the room, watching him with an unsettling calm. His expression was a mix of satisfaction and something darker, almost manic.
“Rody,” Vincent said softly. “I’ve missed you. I knew you’d come back to me eventually.”
Rody tried to sit up, but his limbs felt like lead. He struggled to find the strength to speak. “Why are you doing this? Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
Vincent stood up and walked over to him, his movements graceful but unsettling. He crouched beside Rody, his face inches from Rody’s. “Because you’re everything to me, Rody. You always have been. I’ll do anything to keep you with me.”
Rody’s heart sank as he realized the full extent of Vincent’s obsession. There was no escaping this. Vincent was determined to make him his forever, no matter the cost.
In that moment, as Vincent’s cold fingers brushed against his face, Rody understood the true horror of his situation. He was trapped, and there was no way out. The nightmare he had been running from had finally caught up to him, and there was no escape from Vincent’s dark, unrelenting love.
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