I was taken to a large, newly built stone mansion. Inside, a few Lizards already awaited us. They were dressed in elegant robes, and had a scholarly mood. Moreover, they were similar to Jora. Their royal blood was not as pure compared to him, but I could see some hints of golden streaks across their skins. One of the Lizards speed forward, and welcomed. "Welcome to our newly built library. Follow us, we will take you to a more private place, where you can view the books". I nodded, and followed them, Jora also joined us, and walked next to me.

They had loads of books, but not as many as Voltars had. We entered a room inside the library, where the leading scholarly Lizards said. "You asked for the period where they Greys were banished, right? Have a seat, and we will bring you everything we have on that".

I nodded and took a seat. Jora sat next to me, then asked "What exactly is that relic?". I made up some lies on the spot, "There are supposedly a few of them, and they reach antiquity. Those weapons are supposedly so powerful, one could overwhelm an army with their use". He thought about it before replying, "I never heard of such things. I'm not well versed with the history, but don't you think those relics are just fairytale?".

I said with a smile, "That's precisely what I'm trying to find out". A while later, the three scholarly Lizards returned, and each of them was carrying a few books. Altogether, there were nine of them. They placed the books in front of me, then the leading scholar said. "Those are the records from that period. I read them myself in the past, but found nothing about relics". I grabbed the first book, and read it. The book described how Grey and Royal Lizards worked together, but then mentioned some sort of betrayal on Grey Lizards' part.

The record wasn't detailed, but from what I gathered, the Grey Lizards overstepped their qualifications. Not much else was mentioned, but that's what supposedly warranted their banishment. It mentioned how the Royal Lizards were benevolent, and took all their previous work under consideration. Hence the Royal Lizards didn't kill them, but let them leave. I found it a bit fishy, that was when I recalled something. 'The history is written by the winners' I thought. 

The Royal Lizards might've simply wrote betrayal, but the book didn't even detail what betrayal it was. Only some vague notion of overstepping their qualifications. This could mean anything really. The cooperation between both factions was also vague. Supposedly, the Grey Lizards were responsible for Formations that helped improve water quality. How they overstepped those qualifications, was a mystery to me.

I placed the book down, and said to the leading scholar. "I don't get it. The book mentioned that Grey Lizards betrayed you guys, but it doesn't mention anything about it. So what happened?". All of them narrowed their eyes, and I could feel that question was out of place for them. I smiled, "No need to be so stressed. I was only curious. Anyway, this book doesn't have anything on relics, I will check the other ones".

I grabbed the second book, and read it. That book described a period after the Grey Lizards left. Supposedly, their race thrived without the Grey Lizards, and they established more cities and villages around the Obsidian Mountains. The weird thing was, they hardly mentioned any resources with which that was accomplished. They did mention Atols, and how they helped them craft some of those new settlements. The book talked about two new cities, and three villages. Coincidentally, that was the same amount they had currently. Yet, Atols only built one city, and two villages for them. The rest was supposedly built by Lizards alone. 

'Hmm, I don't doubt Lizards could create a city, after all Arangard was made by them. I feel like something is off here, like this is not the truth' I thought, and placed the book down. I looked at the scholars. I didn't want to arouse more suspicions with my question, therefore I decided to ask none about that book. Instead I said, "This book details construction of new cities and villages. It does cover a longer period of time, but has no information on other locations. Is there anything else before the Grey Lizards left?". 

The leading scholar took one of the books from the stack, and handed it to me. He asked, "Why do you concern yourself so much with Grey Lizards?". I replied, "It was during that time those relics were lost, or rather seen. From the records I got, it was around that time period. I'm looking for mentions of locations, or strange events in overall. This could help me locate those relics". An obvious lie, but I said it so confidently, they could find no faults with my statement.  

I grabbed the book he handed to me, and read it. The book indeed described a period before the Grey Lizards left, but it focused on relationship with Shades. At first they were hostile, actually everything was hostile in the North. Those races did everything to protect themselves, and their territories. 

Although small conflicts arose here and there, it was never bad enough to warrant a war. The book described a deal that Shades made with Lizards. Because Shades lacked knowledge of Formations, the Grey Lizards were supposed to help them out. The book didn't mention with what exactly. While the Shades offered information on other races. That wasn't all. They proposed an alliance, which lasted till that day, as well as a few other things like resources. 

'My guess would be, Shades needed water. The Grey Lizards were sent to help them out' I thought. That seemed like the most logical conclusion. The records were always all over the place. Voltars might had sorted their records properly, but they simply didn't allow me to view them. How much truth was in those records, no one really knew anymore. 

I placed the book down, and shook my head. The leading scholar said, "If you are looking for books that describe more locations during that period, I'm afraid we might only have one or two more. The books you see here, will mostly not describe that". I asked him to bring those two books, but he refused. "Only the Royals have access to those books. Even me or Jora aren't authorised to take them out". This made me wonder what those books contained. Truth perhaps?

I told them that I found nothing new. The scholarly Lizard said, "I read loads of books here, but I never heard of such relics. Where did you find such information?". I thought about it, but in reality I was making some more lies. When I got an idea, I asked him. "Do you know who Bramans were?". He thought about it, but shook his head in the end. I continued, "It was a race that lived in antiquity. Humans waged a war against them, and won. Bramans no longer exist, but they were originally living here in the North".

He asked shocked, "I'm aware that Humans fought a war, before we made home here at Obsidian Mountains, but I wasn't aware how that other race was called. Where did you get that history?". I continued, "Partially from Voltars, and some from other sources. Unfortunately, there is nothing in those books that can help me locate them. I will have to search in a few other places". 

Jora said, "Maybe you are simply chasing something that never existed? This happened so many years ago". I came up with another lie. "Remember when Vanauts were digging for something? What if they were digging because of those relics?". This was such an absurd lie, I wouldn't believe it myself. They were obviously digging toward those cities, not looking for any relics that I just made up. 

But for some reason, they bought it without a second thought. The scholarly Lizard said, "That is entirely possible. Eterians might know about those relics too, and they are searching for them". Jora jumped in as well, "Do you need help locating those things? We can send a few group, if we have an approximate locations". I was stunned by their immediate change, and willingness to help. 'They really want to get their hands on those non existent relics' I thought.

I had no location for them to search, but I could make one up. I said, "I might have something in mind, but I'm not sure. If you don't mind sending a few people, then that is alright". He asked me for the location, quite excitedly I might add. I told them, "Don't get excited. Do not send too many people. For one, we don't want this to look suspicious. The other reason is, you might be wasting resources. I have a location in mind, but I'm not sure about it at all. Treat it as a guess".

They urged me to tell them the location, so I did. "I think the area where Dead Forest was, might have some clues about those relics. Again, send only a few people. If they find something, that will be great". Jora stood up while replying, "I will send a few people there to check the area. If you find anything else, be sure to share it with us". He then left, while I returned the books to the scholarly Lizards. I left Arangard soon after, and headed to Olrad.

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Have you ever considered, what is a Limit? Well, I have. I’ve seen people who were as strong, as wild animals. Those that were faster than the wind. Some that shined with intellect. Yet, what are the Limits of mankind’s strength, or intelligence? 

No one seems to know. We develop more and more, seemingly without an end. What if, someone was the smartest in the world? Would that suggest the Limit? What if, someone was the strongest in the world? Would that be the Limit? Would that make that someone, more than a Human? These are just questions, but what if I saw people reach their Limits? What if I know what happens, when you break the Limits? What if I were to tell you about it, would you believe me? 
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E L James Grey After twenty-five years working in TV, E L James decided to pursue her childhood dream, and set out to write stories that readers would fall in love with. The result was the sensuous romance Fifty Shades of Grey and its two sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, a trilogy that went on to sell more than 125 million copies worldwide in 52 languages. In 2012 E T James was named one of Barbara Walters's "Ten Most Fascinating People of the Year," one of Time magazine's "Most Influential People in the World," and Publishers Weekly's "Person of the Year." Fifty Shades of Grey stayed on the New York Times Best Seller List for 133 consecutive weeks, and in 2015 the film adaptation —on which James worked as producer —broke box-office records all over the world for Universal Pictures. E L James lives in West London with her husband, the novelist and screenwriter Niall Leonard, and their two sons. She continues to write novels while acting as producer on the upcoming movie versions of Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed.

 She woke up starving and when she opened her eyes, an adorable furry face met her and licked her face. 
"Ugh." She pushed the face of King then she looked at her husband leaning on the headboard while reading Fifty Shades Darker. "Baby?" She called and then she looked at the book one Fifty Shades of Grey. Is he done reading it? 
"Hey, baby." He patted her head. "Go back to sleep." 
"Why? I'm hungry." She sat up and looked at the dogs sleeping with them. "Why are you reading that?" She crawled to him and reached his crotch. 
"Hey, our babies are sleeping." He said indicating the dogs. 
"I want you…" She murmured. 
"I thought you were on your period." He said and continue reading. She pouted at him. 
"Baby, let's take the shower." 
"I thought you were hungry?" He closed the book and kissed her mouth. 
"I'm horny at the same time." 
 Their late lunch had already been settled in the dining room. They eat casually and talk about stuff and she opened about the sniper that has been killed inside her facility. It stirred up Zach's overprotectiveness. 
Even inside her facility, someone wanted to kill her. 
"Should I call your cousin Sabrina to give you bodyguards? Or I could ask Gabriel Lawson." 
"No. Darling, I can handle myself besides—it's fine. I understand that once I sat on my throne—people would be a big threat to me." 
 They finish their food and just let it on the table and soon their maids clean it up for them. They went back to their bed and cuddle on the window seat while he continued reading the book two that is near to end. He's fast reading and she does not doubt that he'll finish all the books for a few hours. 
 She reached her phone and call Andel but he's not answering at all. Where is this guy? 
*** 
 Andel has been searching online about the bidding of gems. On the other hand, Ellen is with him and she's searching at the same time. She clicked the link and show it to him. 
"This is luxurious, they just got it from mine and it would be cheaper before bidding. It's a real ruby stone." 
"Okay." He said and told the pilot to go directly to South Africa. 
"I have connections there." She told. 
 Andel looked at her and clapped his hand. 
"You are good at that, little girl. I am so glad that I brought you with me." 
"For the tenth time, do not call me little girl, Old Man!" She scolds him. 
 He exhales and massaged his head. 
"Continue searching, okay? I'm going to sleep." He reclined his chair. Just a few seconds passed, he had fallen asleep. 
*** 
 Moira clutches her pillow and suddenly frowned. An arm was wrapped around her, a face shoved on her nape and the breathing is slow and hot. She was sure that she slept on the couch. She's a light sleeper and she would probably feel that she has been moved or carried. She dragged his arm, but he tightens both of his arms around her. 
"Let's stay more… I can't seem to get up." He murmured. 
"Fuck you." She unclasped his arms and sat up. The man was fast as he pulled her down, grabbed her waist, pinning it above her head. 
 Her eyes dilated seeing him fully naked and she accidentally sees his lower thing. She shut her eyes and avoid his kiss. 
"For the love of God! Dress up!" She muttered. 
"Oh." He looked down at his thing and it's hard. "Don't mind my big buddy here." He said sexily and bent down to kiss that adorable frowning brows. "My lady… we will be together soon." 
"Fuck you." She scolds him. 
 Her blood races up to her head and she unclasped her wrists from him and pushed him. She drags the pillow and covers it on his thing. She exhales and brushes her fingers through her hair. 
"I thought that you are going to fuck me?" He asked quizzically. 
"Stay away!" She slid off from the bed and face him. "Leave my house." 
 He didn't move an inch and just looked at him with his hand over the pillow that covers his lower part. She was pacing back and forth. She needed to leave where this guy could not find her. Alanis blinked and was curious about what she's thinking. 
"Darling?" 
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" She asked him fiercely. 
"I like you." He said it casually. "You wanted to leave the country? Let's run away together." 
 She looked at him for a while and thought about it. 
"I will bring you to places that would make you happy." 
"Is that what you want?" She asked him.
"No, Darling. It is what you want." 
"Do I need to strip and fuck you so you could leave me alone?" 
"No. Darling, I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you." 
 Moira crossed her arms and thought about it. Is he crazy or something? Maybe once that she had sex with him—he will vanish. But she doubted that. He's an importunate asshole. 
"If I strip right now, are you going to leave?" 
"No." He leaned on the headboard of her Queen Bed, his stripped abdominal exposed together with his strong pectorals. He's like a Greek God looking at her. 
 Moira rolled her eyes. Okay, he's well built, and she thought that he would have a big stomach, drinking alcohol and sipping on tobacco. She inhaled and looked at him. He smiled and patted the space beside him. 
"Come here, Darling." 
 She shuddered and went to the bathroom. She suddenly thought about Andromeda's words. Sexual words and the Fifty Shades of Grey—full of shit but she got turned on. She was pacing back and forth and thought about his propositions. 
 Coming to him will be a bad idea but maybe if she show bad things to him, he wouldn't like her and he would eventually back out, right? She washed her face and gargle a non-sting mouthwash. She took a towel and dump it on her wet face. When she comes out, he's already dressed up. 
 He hasn't unbuttoned his shirt yet and he looked so dazzling. Anyway, he looked sexy and so handsome. She turned around and went to the kitchen. She drank warm water and an arm wrapped around her. She froze. The man sniffled her neck and kissed a few parts of it. 
"Where do you want to go? Japan?" He asked with a grin. "Jetplane is ready to go anytime." 
 Moira has never been hugged by someone like this. It felt—comforting. All her life no one comforts her. Grandpa told her many times to never seek comfort to anything for them to be strong enough. And he was partially right. 
 Getting comfort from someone is good. 
They stay like that for a while and she could see his assassins guarding him around her Penthouse. 
"We could shop around…" he muttered. 
"I change my mind. Let's run away to Paris." 
"Oh, city of love." He twisted her hips around to him and he started kissing her passionately. 




“What now? We didn’t make love on our wedding night. Now you are teasing me.” Zach said frustratedly. Andy peeked on the window and Allona wasn’t there anymore. She turned back from him and reached her phone but Zach grabbed her arm and make her face him. “Andy, are you pushing me to use that freedom card?”

                Andromeda faced him.

“I am not pushing you to use that. I don’t want to make love to you because you don’t love me. You can fuck anyone but not that bitch last night.” She grabbed his shirt. “I am warning you. You can fuck any woman but not her. You are mine now and no one can ever have you.” She said dangerously.


Andromeda Mondragon - heiress of Mondragon Army Clan, who had fallen in loved and had received the greatest heart break. 
In her life she was trained by her grandfather to be the very best. She loved him dearly and had never decline his orders however, he wanted her to marry the family friend. And that will be the first order that she declined. She's willing to kill herself over the orders he gave. 
There's no place in hell that she's going to marry the man who killed half of her. 

Zachary Pattinson - heir of their army clan, a family friend of Mondragon. He was known to be the handsome-charming heartthrob in society. Many women had fallen with that charm but only he gave his all to one woman. And that woman hates him so much that she's hurting herself just to ease the pain in her heart. 
What she did not know is he's also getting tortured whenever he sees her in pain.
 
Will he win her back? How can he undo his mistakes? Is he ready to take her back and chase her?

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I knocked on Mr. Boardmann's door. When he opened the door, his face lightened up and he held out his hands like he did yesterday. His hands appeared limp but they shook mine with force. I could feel my fingers being squashed to the bone. Like yesterday, I was the first to pull away. 

"Lila. I've missed you this morning." He spoke in a rather sedate tone which betrayed none of the more stirring emotions of yesterday. 

"Good evening, Mr. Boardmann." I said, mirroring his composed greeting. 

"I hope you slept a little better." I said, not really sure if I wanted to turn it into a question. 

"No nightmares for the first time in a month. What do you say?" He asked.

"That's good." I said. 

"I have to thank you for working your magic on me." He said. 

He made a sudden grasp for my hands again, and shook them with fervour. My fingers felt bruised. 

"It was hardly anything. I gave you a head massage. That was it." I said.

"Still, can you imagine all the difference it made to me?" He asked. 

It was not the deepness of his voice, but the withholding of some emotion which touched me. But I had no standard answer to that. In fact I did not have any standard answers to emotional questions.

"I have a list of places worthy to visit in this suburb." I said, instead. 

I handed him one of my standard notebooks. He took the book and he browsed through my research. 

"What the..." He said.

My heart nearly thumped out. What was wrong this time? How could it possibly go wrong?

"Goodness, Lila, you sorted out places based on your own invented scale- you call it the scale of emptiness. The higher up the scale, the emptier the place from tourists." He said, looking at me if I had gone completely crazy. 

"Yes, that's right." I said, wondering about the big fuss. 

He did not like crowded places, so I had compiled touristic places based on their emptiness and the corresponding off-peak times to visit.

He looked at my handwritten notebook again which ran into fifty pages, comprising fifty different places. 

"How did you find the time to do this?" He asked. 

"I had the whole day, Mr. Boardmann. Furthermore I did not feel like painting the walls today." I said, smiling a little. 

It was pure laziness. The poor walls had to wait another day to see dark shades of lilac gradually swirling upwards into pale lilac clouds.

"All this for me?" He asked. 

"Yes. I hoped that since you are new here, this might help. I had great fun compiling the list myself." I said. 

"You amaze me, Lila." He said, speaking like he was in awe.

I managed a little smile and then I looked haphazardly at the living room behind him. Personal attention made me feel uncomfortable.

All my life I came in second best or worst, neglected. It was difficult to acknowledge the turn of the tide for the odd situation. My momentum had not quite adjusted itself and I needed time.

I omitted to say that I had in my own notebook, a condensed version of what I gave him. I had a whole list of tourist hangouts should he ask again. Realizing that it seemed quite petty as if I were doing a school assignment, I convinced myself that I was not wasting time with this. Who knows if future clients were to ask similar questions? It could very well be the first time they set foot in this suburb. 

The penthouse suite building was new, after all. There were bound to be potential loaded clients from the city requiring escort services. These penthouse suites could double-up as hangouts away from their main home, giving them all the privacy they needed for clandestine one-night stands. 

I also had another topic of interest in my notebook. No staring at the piano! My personal interest shall not be a topic of discussion. I did not mix my personal life with work.

One last glance at him, one last glance at the penthouse suite, and then I was a minuscule creature below the grand marble arch entrance of the penthouse suite; the residence of the wealthy in the suburbs. 

Then I took a few steps further to the boulevard ahead of me. I dared not turn back for I might just change my mind and run back to his suite; knocking like crazy on his door, begging him to let me in.

The breeze became more volatile the further I left the boulevard. I walked towards the coastline. Sand made its way into my ballet flats, causing my skin to feel its rough friction against my flats, but I was too determined to be distracted by it. 

Then I walked towards the rising tide. I saw waves; its crests subtle and light in movement. 

Now, at the edge of land and sea, the sun had yet to shine and the moon yet to fade away. 

I felt that I was here; I knew I was here; I could feel my joy and my sorrow; everything and nothing flashed before me. I brushed the flapping shawl away from my chest and touched the icy cold moonstone at my neck. 

I felt the weight of the world in a tiny moonstone; a stone which had been with me throughout my life, dangling in front of me like a sacred pendant. 

Gazing at the stone, I knew I could no longer keep it. That time had passed. I wanted to move on, and the stone reminded me of all that was; the pain, the joy, the sorrow.

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A day like an other on JYPhig.



I was sitting on my place in our math clas reading in my notebook, I sudenly heard our techer sudenly yell "Inside" whit his loud yet stern voice , As I sruged and looked back into my note book lisening to the talk.


As I looked up I briefly caught his beateful chocolate eyes before he turned to teacher.

I've senced that everyone's eyes were on the new boy, except for me since I didn't care a bit I looked like a bad boy wearing a black leatherjack.

My attitude wasn't arrogant although everyone though I was selfish to everyone no one know I had a boy friend called Jea, I just focused on my notes and shrugged it of.

I heard to boy squeak a"Sorry, I was lost" I listened at his shy voice . 

"There is another place besides Jackson" i heard the teacher say as i looked up to see him pointed to me as I fastly looked dow to my book.

When he sat down on the chair next to me and puted his bag on the floor.

I was searching Assignment 15 in my notebook and saw him just look at his hands and didn't dear to say a work.

"Aren't you going to  introduce ourselves anymore, beautiful?"
I looked at him as he looked up in shock whit Fifty shades of red on hees sheeks.

"M-Mark tuan" 
He squeaked out of his mouth as his cheek become Fifty-Shades red but now with shame, yet I stil understood it. 

"Jackson wang"

I said as he blinked trying to probebly focus on what our techer was saying, what wasn't possible since he kept glancing to me I couldn't let to occasionally looke at mark what made him blush mandly. 

"C-Can I look into your book" 
He asked as I pushed his book to me so so we could both follow the lesson, I was grateful. 

"Assignment 15"
I said, as he blinked and looked at the assignment.

"Mr. Mark Tuan, I understand you want to make friends but you can do it after class."
I was shocked by the loud voice of the teacher who stood in front of the class I blinked.

Luis arrived at Jeff's place exactly at the time they had agreed on. Luis was an advent timekeeper, and he didn't like getting late, especially for important things. He rang the doorbell at Jeff's place and patiently waited. Jeff's mom was the one who answered.

"Hi, are you Luis?" she greeted him warmly and he nodded, "Welcome, Jefferson says he will be with you in a few minutes."

Luis was shown into the house and waited for Jeff at the lounge. It did not take long for Jeff to come down. He had already heard Luis ringing the doorbell and did not want to keep him waiting.

Luis was not expecting Jeff to dress like that when he descended the staircase. He had worn a pair of khaki shorts that revealed his thighs and pressed tightly against his buttocks, a slim fit pullover and hair that had been visibly applied too much blowout. He stared at him for a second before commenting.

"You appear prepared for the occasion," 
Jeff flushed a shade of red and replied, "Thank you, I like to dress according the activity."

"I didn't know the library needed such a  outrageous outfit. You look like a gay man who's desperate for sex." It was Winnie, Jeff's older sister. She had a mission of making Jeff's life miserable and wasn't hesitant to do so when the chance came. Although she was really smart, Jeff tended to call her stupid whenever she interfered with his life.

"Well this gay man might just snatch your boyfriend so watch out," Jeff retorted. Fortunately for him, his loud mouth usually had just the right answer for her whenever she was overboard. Seeing that she was defeated, she stuck her tongue out at him and went ahead to the kitchen to prepare a snack. Jeff called out to his mom to tell her that they were leaving. Jeff was about to open the door when his mother called them back.

"Don't tell me you are leaving and yet I haven't prayed for you," she excused herself.

"Mom! No!" Jeff hissed at her. His mom, on seeing that, was clearly hurt but she didn't let it show for long. Instead she kissed them both goodbye, much to the shock of Luis, and led them outside. Luis waited until they were out of earshot.

"Why didn't you want your mom praying for us?"

"Trust me. Her prayers are long enough for us to go to the library and back in the evening. She would probably have started even asking for forgiveness for the sins of the cattle you keep in your ranch," Jeff answered lightly.

"How did you know we had a ranch?" asked Luis, surprised that Jeff knew and yet he didn't tell him.

"Ummm…" Jeff stalled, looking for an excuse. "Michelle told me. She said that all the girls that were mad about you actually did a research on you."

Luis halted. All of a sudden he started laughing so hard that Jeff wondered whether he had said something wrong.

"When you find a better excuse please come and lie to me again," he told Jeff, tears in his eyes. "Everyone in school knows that I'm gay."

Jeff felt like killing himself. He had just been caught lying. Lacking another answer to give him, he shrugged his shoulders and continued the journey with his head down, too ashamed to look at Luis.

They finally arrived at the library. They entered and went ahead to the reception to pay for the entrance fee. However, they found that the secretary was not yet at her station and had to wait until she came back from wherever she was. Finally she arrived, and greeted the boys asking what she could do for them.

"We would like to access the library please," Luis replied.

The secretary looked at them sadly and told them, "I'm sorry but your reading adventure has been interrupted today. The library is closed due to a book club function. I had put it on a poster outside, but I guess someone must have ripped it off the wind could have taken it." 

Luis and Jeff looked at each other and shook their heads. That would be the only chance they had of entering the library, as during the weekdays they were usually at school and the next Saturday was too far. Jeff decided he couldn't waste his chance. He turned to the secretary. 

"Excuse me my dear. Seeing how much your beautiful here and the way that Mac lipstick is perfect on you, will you please just allow us to use the library?" He flashed a set of puppy eyes that dropped the secretary's guard. He then moved close enough to her and whispered seductively. "We have a very urgent matter that we need to find out."

Luis was astonished to see the secretary's cheeks all pink as she blushed profusely. She looked up to both of them and smiled.

"Well I suppose I could let you in. The book club function is only on the second floor. Which part of the library are you going to?"

"The history section," Jeff replied sweetly. 

"Okay, you'll go to the far end, and then you'll climb the staircase up to the third floor. After they, go to the farthest end of that hall and on the right you'll see the History section," the secretary guided them. 

"Thank you," Jeff said and winked at her, causing the secretary to fan herself with a paper. They went ahead to the staircase.

"What was that?" asked Luis, as they walked up the stairs. 

"It's some superpower of mine," Jeff replied cheekily. "I just turn on the puppy eyes and boom! Someone's under my spell. I like to call it The Charm."

"Who do you use it on?"

"I don't mostly use it, but sometimes I use it on William's secretary to get free chocolate bars from the staffroom, or on Julliana whenever I haven't done my assignments so that she could let me go," Jeff naughtily replied. 

"Oh God!" Luis remarked and they started laughing. They suddenly kept quiet when the book club came into view. They could see some of the attendees hunched up at a corner reading a book. Both boys' eyebrows Rose after realising that the book was Fifty Shades Of Grey. They then tiptoed all the way to the third floor, hoping that no one would notice them. They heaved a sigh of relief after finally reaching the third floor.

"What kind of book club reads Fifty Shades Of Grey?" Luis exclaimed as they searched for the history section. 

"I could swear that I had seen the bulges of almost twenty men in there. Are they trying to convert it into an orgy?" Jeff remarked and they giggled. 

They finally found the History section. They then got into the searching of suitable books. Luis was the first to find one.

"Hey, I think I found one," Luis called at Jeff, waving a book titled 'The Fall of Gaffernon' 

"Gaffernon?"

"Yeah, but you do Geography so you wouldn't know. Although they don't teach us that in History until Grade Eleven," Luis explained. They sat at the library desks and began perusing through the book.

"Here," Jeff pointed to a paragraph and began reading it. 

"The myth about the Expiravit of Middlewood is perhaps the most common story that is used to explain what really happened to Gaffernon at that time. It is said that a young princess from afar had come to take back the invaluable Dragon Pearl Necklace from the then Queen, Gaia Smith. It is said that she was caught stealing it, and opted to jump out of the window rather than be locked in the dungeons. It is that fall that led to her death with spears piercing through her body. However a few days later, the King and Queen were reported to be missing, with nothing but blood stains on their bedroom. It was perceived that the princess had come back for her revenge, thus she earned the name Expiravit, Latin for 'ghost'. However, it is unclear what had happened the day of the disappearance, and after the people had shifted to the democratic government they opted to change the castle into something more appropriate and useful for the town, thus it was converted to a school, Algernon High, or what is known nowadays, Arabella Academy."

"Wait, so you mean I have been learning in a century-old castle?!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Could be even three centuries, it was a castle for the ruling families of Gaffernon," answered Luis.

"At this rate I might even find our house is older than that school."

They were interrupted by the sound of three people rushing from the stairs into their floor. They were two boys and a girl. Luis and Jeff instantly recognised them from Panterbaker High. They rushed to hide behind a bookshelf and watched silently as the three made their way into the corner. Then to Jeff and Luis' complete dismay, they began kissing and fondling each other as the two boys placed the girl on the table. Luis was further shocked when Jeff took out his phone and began recording the three, he gave him a shove and dragged him silently to the stairs where they eventually left, but not after a resistance from Jeff who wanted to get more footage of the three. 

"What was that for?" Luis asked as they both laughed at what they had just witnessed.

"You know we have a feud with those assholes. I just wanted some leverage," Jeff defended himself. "I knew that wasn't a book club."

They decided to go back home and rest, ready for tomorrow's regroup. Luis took Jeff home, and they stopped to say their goodbyes at the front gate.

"Now I know why Marcus likes to hang out with you. You're so much fun to be with," Luis confessed.

"Don't make me choose because you're going to be very disappointed," Jeff replied.

"If I would have been brave I would have approached you before he did"

"So you've been stalking me?" 

"No, but I've been seeing you," Luis said, giving Jeff one of his signature smiles. Jeff felt all energy leaving him at that smile.

'I'm never going to get over that smile,' he thought to himself.

"You're still a stalker."

"Call me whatever you want," Luis smirked.

"I guess it's time for me to go," Jeff sighed. "It's been beautiful, today I mean."

"Yeah," Luis replied, his blue eyes glowing. "Goodbye Jefferson."

"Don't call me Jefferson," Jeff joked. "No one calls me that except my mother." 

Jeff then entered his compound and walked up to the porch. He paused before knocking the door and turned back, hoping that whoever had brought him was looking back too.

And he wasn't disappointed.

[Book One of the Arabella Academy Series]

He didn't expect a murder to drastically change his life.

When a fellow student is brutally murdered in Arabella Academy, Marcus thought that it was an unfortunate incident that would soon be forgotten in the naturally peaceful life of Middlewood. However, his curiosity gets the better of him and upon being at the wrong place in the wrong time, realises that it's up to him and his friends to figure out why Sheila was killed. He dives into the detective business where after a few coincidences and a whole lot of bad luck, he discovers that the murder was tied to him in so many ways. This leads to a hunt to find the Dragon Pearl Necklace, a piece of jewellery which had been for so long nothing but a myth, and which will give an answer as to who really killed Sheila. The search for it reveals a lot about his life that he had never heard of, shifting his life to a completely different direction. Arabella Academy is no different, as many will come to realise its perfect nature was almost imperfect as the secrets that have been kept behind its walls are finally brought to light, one after the other. It is a journey which will change Marcus' life completely, and one in which he will experience support, pain, danger, heartbreak, betrayal, anger and endearing love.

The hunter becomes the hunted and the hunted becomes the hunter.

Will Marcus find the killer before he gets to him?

As both of them were looking at the surrounding, none of them were able to tell that particles of the blue cloud were slowly drifting inside the baby. It only when a third has already been absorbed that he reacts.

"What happen!!"
"Don't worry, it simply time. It seems that your body is strong enough to carry its duty and you are merging with it."
"So that it? Just like that?" Clearly lost has to how one should react when they were slowly vanishing toward a new body and toward another life.

"Yes, you don't need to worry about your gifts, they will come to you in a way or other, it will depend on you how you reach for them!" Say the dark cloud as its voice decrease at a rapid rate for it.

The surrounding blur and start to fade all around it as does the sound leaving it in complete darkness similar to what he was subject not too long before. Just as those throughs surface in his mind, something doesn't feel right with it.
'Why does it not feel right it as if..! Wait, that not possible, he says that I would lose all my memories, so why.'

"Why indeed child, it because you will be given a choice like you previously couldn't have one.'

Fear grip its heart at the sound of the voice filling is through. He could sense the very threat that it carries all over its existence, yet it doesn't feel threatening at the same by this plain voice.

"Fews realize this soon, child." The tone imperceptibly alters by what could only be emotion, before vanishing as fast at it came. " A choice, child, because what you bring with you could not be allowed here."

'The scroll...' To any others this wouldn't be heard for the simple fact that those words were through but the entity he was now facing was nothing if abnormal.

"Yes, this scroll, while a gift, doesn't belong to this world, its simple existence would bring far greater ripple that you."

'Would? ... So it that choice, right, ether they exist or not and I'm the one to make it...'

A ripple, like nothing he feels before instantly tore, his very being, bringing a flurry of emotions, overwhelming and threatening to annihilate everything that makes him, him, before the silence one again.

He knows exactly what could bring him the knowledge of the Uzumaki sealing art in the world of one piece but that exactly why he wasn't keen to bring it, first, no one has told him that his body would have the potential for them, and if yes, then what? He wasn't an Uzumaki, so they would never be what they should be. How many years would it's take to even scratch the surface of their powers? How would he be able to protect this knowledge from the world government? He shudders at the last through, thinking of the consequence it could bring.

'I'm grateful that they would give those arts to me but I can't bring them in; either way, I don't even know if I would have had the time to learn them effectively without a sealing master with me, or either what it takes to be successful in them.'

"Humm, so be it." A second ripple again passes through him, and something seems to disappear, a feeling similar that something in you somewhere vanishes you didn't know was here before, but know that you don't lose anything.

'What now?'

"There is some time before you awoke, some knowledge is for you to know. First of them, you, or particularly this body of you. As he tells you, your not what you were to be."

Just like before, the darkness recedes, bringing forth again the same surrounding, but this time, only to people were in the large room. On the left, A man with a long mane a deep blond hair, a golden helmet covering the top half of his face, a trident in the middle of it above the eyes. Wearing a mid-grey gown like cloth, under a light orange cape, two six sew at leg level. Under it, a blue-grey pant closed by black boot, with crossed yellow bands on them, just under the knee. On his forearms a pair of white gantlets with a brown knuckle part joint by two similar brown bolts.

The man was none other than Jude Vinsmoke, the once working partner of Vegapunk and the actual king of the Germa Kingdom.

To his side, a middle-aged man in a white blouse, protuberant eyes wear with dark shades, a pointed nose, and large lower lip.

"How is the subject?"
"Yes, the subject, that why I asked for you, my king. Like you predicted, the cells were damaged when we extract them off the pod where they were found. We were able to correct the damaged genome but since, the subjects have all fails, safe this one. where unable to tell how he came to be as long it in its pod. The evident cause seems to be a mutation of the genome as it, of all that has developed this far before dying, had grown a tail and animal ears."

"That shouldn't be possible, the records founds with the pods claim that they were to be completely human. How old were this set of cells were before you started cultivates them?"

"The oldest we ever had, nine hundred fifty-three."

"The void century..." The news seems to be a shock for Jude, unaware that they have claimed a relic of the old in the unsightly place were they were found. "How could east blue still holds relics of the void century." " Does it hold different genes that the ones before?"

"No, for all we could tell, they were the same, with the exception that they were the lest damaged, it a possibility that the combined existent structure along the modification has either rewrite part of the genome or..."

"Bring forth buried part to the light... It doesn't matter, gets rid of the failure, uses them as fuel for this one, I want it to be a success. How long before it awoke?"

"Its a question of days now. The body is stable, its as perfect as it could be, even..."

Hearing the slight incertitude in the voice of the scientist, Jude turns his gaze to him. Slight perspiration appears on his forehead.

"Yes?"
"While it's still early, we could even say that he was brought further than the four princes and princess, genetically speaking at least."

"Are you meaning that he had greater potential than them?" While slightly irritated that his genes were compared and found lacking to a nine century plus year old remnant, he couldn't be slightly exited by the prospect that the subject could bring to further the greatness of the Germa Kingdom.

"Yes, congratulation my king." The scientist blurred in relief after feeling that he escape a somewhat gloom fate after seeing the expression, and hear the interest in the voice of is king. 

Say king was brought out of his through by the last words that have been spoken. "What do you mean?" As seen a foreboding in his voice, as his full attention was now on the man, who starts to sweat heavily.

"H-haven't you say to use your material to repair the damaged part of the cells? That what why we were sure that this one has survived, by mixing the pre-existent genome and completed it with your own..." Only the fact that they were the only ones here, thus resulting in complete silence was the reason that Jude could process the words that were exiting the stuttering voice that was lowering with every passing voice along with every color out of the man's face. The severe face of his king no helping the slightest to ease his heart when it became clear that he wasn't, nor had he give the very order.

It was thus evident that he nearly suffered a heart attack when Jude burst in a maniac laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHA, I see, that why indeed it would have been impossible that such perfection was brought forth without me. How exciting, the old and the new bring to light anew in the Germa Kingdom. It a great day indeed." The exhilarated king expression all but vanish in the next second. "No one is to enter this room other than you and me. Not a single trace should be left concerning the entire project, it fails, do you understand?" The scientist nods madly at the dangerous tone in the voice.

"You will be responsible for the life of the fifth prince of the Germa Kingdom." Once sure that his order has been truly engraved in the head of his shaking subordinate, Jude turns his gaze to his now fifth son. "You will be my greatest creation Vinsmoke Goji!" His voice thundering in the empty room has he exit it.

When power far above you decide that they want to wrench the canon, by bringing you in the game, sometimes the wisest thing to do it just to tag along and just try to make this encounter end the most rapidly possible.

who knows, maybe something great will come out of it? After all, what could be worst than being taken out without your consent out of your world, only to be thrown in the darkness?

KNOCK KNOCK

xxx: come in

Karen: good morning chairman

xxx Good morning professor Karen and why do I have the pleasure of seeing you.

Karen: Nothing too serious I just want to apply for vacation.

xxx: vacation! why.... am sorry can I know where you are going, professor? is it any problem?

Karen: No ms.chairman it's just a vacation to visit an old friend.

xxx: Friend!!? by chance do I know your friend
professor.

Karen: I don't think so ma'am.

xxx: so, how many days do you need.

Karen: About 15days.

xxx: okay where is your friend now.

Karen: currently in Mexico.

xxx: Mexico! you are going to Mexico then?

Karen: yes ms.chairman. don't worry I will come back on time.

xxx: okay then I will cansentionyour vacation permission.

Karen: thank you ma'am and I will buy some antics gift for you when I return.

xxx: ho! then I thank you in advance for your gift professor Karen.

okay, then I take my leave ma'am said Karen and turned back and reached the door handle.

mr.karen called the chairman. Yes, ma'am is anything you want to ask?  turned Karen.
You can call me Martha professor Karen and have a safe trip said, chairman Martha.

Karen: thankyou ms.martha.

Martha turned towards the window and smiled while looking at the departure figure of Karen.

******

wyyy wyyy wyy siren of the police vehicle been echoing inside the vehicle manufacturing industry.

what's the situation here asked an IPS. sir, There are 3 victims sir and 2 or died and one in currently I'm ICU and doctor says it's difficult to say anything at the time.

Ips: what about the suspect sir the workers who say said that he is not a human but a monster.

hmm looked at the police with a doubtful gaze.

IPS: any suspects.

police: some people say two others say, one person, sir. 

what? while walking towards the location and exclaimed what the hell!!? on seeing the cold-blooded murder site.

reporter 1: who is that?.

reporter 2: He is an IPS officer Rathore. come let's go and ask him about the incident.

reporters: what are you going to say about this sir?

reporter: A cold-blooded murder on a bright day? 

reporter: what action is the department going to take now.

reporter: how many suspects have you cached so far. 

reporter: in what stage is the investigation is?

reporter: when will you capture the murderer?

******

Leena: okay babe I will call you up after the lecture.

dhru: sure call me anytime I am free for you majesty.

Leena; Ho Then I ms.leena Subramani order you book dinner table for today.

Dhru: yes my majesty.

Leena: okay bye I needed to go to its Mr.robots class.

Dhru: wait didn't you say today is physics class.

Leena: yes he does multi-lecture so bye babe. 

Dhru: Leena loves you.

Leena *dead stared* embarrassed and said love... you.. too..while blushing.

******
ms.silk: which floor? 

xxx: 4 please beauty!

ms.silk: 4!! I never have seen you before which apartment handsome!

xxx: 412 and thanks for the compliment.

ms.silk looked at him and smiled and asked are you relative of mr.karen.

xxx: Ho, yes  I am his long-distance relative well cosine.

ms.silk: Ho I can see that now. But I never heard him talk about any relative at all.

xxx: well family issues.

ms.silk: Ho ho well we all do have family issue's I can't deny it.

xxx: haha that why I came today to solve every problem.

ms.silk: But I don't think you can see him today he has a date today.

the smile on the face of Xxx dimmed and said my bad I thought I could solve the problem today itself looks like I have to come back later.

ms.silk: Don't make that face It Doesn't suit your handsome face. I can give you the address If you tell me something that helps me with your cousin taste

 Ho ho, I can help you with that smiled xxx.

[ loading fifty shades of grey part 10]

ms.silk: Hooo Ho haha is this his taste I never expect that.

I think this will help you and thanks for the address beauty and I will make sure to tell him you helped me and winked at ms.silk xxx.

After entering room "Wait I never asked your name".

Well, at least he is talkative. when Karen found his cousin in his date he must be shacked.
Haa I wish I could see his expression.

******

Karen: okay students this is my last lecture and from tomorrow a new staff will be assigned for your lecture.

student 1: what is he resigning.

student w: I will somewhat sad.

student 3: If I know I would have prepared a farewell gift for him.

And a student shouted we won't forget your professor and you will always be with us in our heart.

Karen: well thanks to you.

another student shouted I love you, professor.

Karen: according to university rule relationship with professor and student is not allowed. and I am not gay!.

At the time professor, einstien came inside the hall and shouted: professor Karen how dare you to go for a vacation to Mexico without me!

All the student looked at Karen which says " you fucking bastard". You played us!.

A TERMINATOR lives among the human to find its way to become a human.

I was too lazy to go out for dinner, nobody invited me, theatre made me nervous, new movies I waited until they would be released on Netflix, so Valentina did not want to know where we would go when I called her from the agency. She told our maid to iron my grey suit and she ran to the mall. At home, she had become used to walking in T-shirts, shorts, jeans, maybe the wardrobe of a resigned, but that in my eyes had already turned her label. Even when she presented the news on TV, she wore an informal, homemade costume.

No wonder the boy was surprised when he saw her in a black coat and skirt, a needle heel, necklaces, earrings, blush, lipstick, and a coke with its ends pinned to buds. To appease and make our son fall asleep, she had to undress, wash her face, loosen her hair, and it took her another hour and a half to recompose herself and find me in the garage. On the way to Jardim America, I praised I Eat Tomatoes, the great interpreter of the Chinese soul, and I quoted The Secret Xianxia as his most remarkable work.

I made up at the time, this Secret Xianxia, but without delay Valentina stated to know them, having read about it in a literary supplement. She added that Tomatoes' book had been highly prized, launched in several countries, even translated into German, and it was a pleasure to hear it like that, and I laughed inside, I always avenged myself for liking Valentina. She still talked about The Secret Xianxia when we arrived at the address of the consulate, and there were no photographers, no security guards, no cars with special plaques on the diplomatic corps, no valet, no one. In front of the building, there was a light pole, two small palm trees and a place where I put the car. A watchman opened the iron gate to us without asking, and as I pressed the elevator button I felt a slight tremor in my hand. Arriving on the sixth floor, Valentina and I looked at each other. I had prepared the spirit for the language of Shanghai more or less as she was covered in jewels.

And we found ourselves there in a small elevator hall, quiet, lit only by the crack in the door of apartment 602. But as soon as I dared to push the door, the consulate burst into applause. Then the fifty or so people in the room stood, facing the window, turned their backs on each other, shifted, turned and began to talk to each other. It was the sound of the Chinese language that opened to me as I entered the hall.

Chinese voices vibrated around me, not suspecting that they exposed their secrets to an intruder.

And by ignoring the meanings, I perceived the inflexions of the language more sharply. I was attentive to every reticence, every hesitation, to the interrupted phrase, to the broken word in the middle as if it was fruit that I could peek inside. Absorbed in the centre of the party, I was late to remember Valentina, whom I had abandoned at the door. And there she stood, amidst a circle of ladies who probably knew her from the television. I came to see what amused her, but it was also in Chinese that they told her things that she approved by shaking her head. Valentina was indeed an attraction, in a hall populated by middle-aged people, all somewhat similar, dressed in such singleness, giving the atmosphere of a family birthday. A gentleman in a grey suit like mine, probably the Consul himself, circulates with a crystal bottle, serving the guests. Stumbling over me and Valentina empty-handed, hastened to arrange two cups of a very sweet liqueur, remembering the taste of apricot.

Behind him came a purplish-haired woman with a tray of rolls. The pumpkin bread, I thought, but she turned away, and at her example, everyone was mute and turned back to the window. There stood a long-haired, half-bent man, looking younger than he looked, he looked like a young man with the air of an old man. He had very fine hair that the breeze blew, with the Spanish Consulate illuminated in the background. It could only be I Eat Tomatoes, a book in one hand, a chalice in the other. I tried to approach the novelist, Valentina with me because he spoke quietly, in a very grave voice, a hallow one. He recited a well-known verse and the audience whispered with him the staff: Nǐ zài zhuīqiú sǐwáng. Smiling, Valentina stretched out to reach my ear, and I did not believe she would dare translate the verses. 

"Our little boy," was what she whispered to me.

As issuing those three words, I noted that the poet would slightly crack the back of his tongue, as our son did when he imitated me. The readout gained intensity in coincidence with the vigour of the wind in the window, which turned the novelist's hairstyle and the pages of the book. But I Eat Tomatoes no longer consulted the book to utter pungent words. His clear eyes searched the eyes of every spectator, including mine. His brown and injected eyes finally fixed on my wife's black eyes. He paused, drank the liquor in one gulp, and resumed his recital without taking his eyes off my wife. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her, her mouth open, her eyelashes trembling, the blood rising to her face, and there was a tear in her left eye when the novelist emphatically finished: Zhuīqiú sǐwáng de shì nǐ!

There was a general applause, and then the people turned their backs, shifted and turned aside, except Valentina, who, looking at the Chinese, was like a saint looking up in prayer, her hands still glued to the last one applause. I had to shake her, I pulled her by the arm, we crossed the hall, I went out with her taking a French leave. Walking past Paulista Avenue, Valentina hinted that I had had a fit of jealousy. In Bela Vista, I asked if she wanted to stop at a Japanese restaurant and she was thoughtful. It rained at the time, and she was with her hand on my thigh.

"At home, we have pea soup," she said.

I kissed her mouth in the garage, Valentina softened, pretended to be sleeping in the elevator, and so on.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

Suddenly the classroom became dark, my food vanished, Susan was gone.... 
There was an alarm.. 
I felt uneasy, I tossed and turned and finally opened my eyes. 

I was panting heavily, I went back to the past. I went two years back. 

I gazed at the Time -Turner gifted by Jake. I wondered if... 

Noo, the rational part of my brain kicked in. 

But being a Potterhead, my head refused to listen. 
Indeed, I felt magic in my veins. I managed to re- visit the good memories of the past. 

I was thinking about my true love and in my dreams I got teleported to witness it. 

Wow. I was just amazed with myself. 
If there is a strong desire, to feel something... one who seek it, will definitely feel it. 
One should believe in magic, because it's not the wand that matters but the magic in oneself which matters. 
Belief in self is worth more than any valuables... 

I was still dazzled, everything felt so real. My heart badly wanted him, the happy memories of the past. 

But my poor heart didn't understand, I was on a new chapter of life. Probably the tenth chapter... 

This chapter was about me and not Edward. 
It was about me finding myself.... 

My heart was still stuck back, it wanted to move but FEVICOL was too stubborn. 
It kept saying, "Fevicol ka mazboot jod hai Tootega nahi! "

(FEVICOL is a brand of adhesives owned by Indian Company Pidilite Industries Limited,  which is very famous in India) 

My head was messed up, because of my heart.... 
All unproductive thoughts were coming in my weird mind. 
Like seriously, I felt I was marketing FEVICOL instead of my love story.

I needed a cold shower... 

As the cold water ran down my body, I felt calm. 
My mind was at peace now, I started humming a song... 
A sad song, which I was constantly listening to.. 
"I know you" from fifty shades of grey. 

That song was my solace, whenever I used to sing it, it took away considerate amount of pain... 
I was letting out my emotions through singing, writing and reading... 

What a sad song for a sad women...  I thought. 

I got out of shower, and changed into jogging  tracks. 
I desperately needed a run... 
to run away from past... 

With my headphones on, I jogged down the perimeter of my housing society. 
Wind was going against me, my hair was a mess. But I felt more powerful running against the wind, fighting it's force... 

After taking six rounds I was damn tired... 
As I was making my way to my building, I heard a familiar voice calling me. 

My eyes widened, it was "Isaac" my first crush. 

_______________________________________________

"To the Man I ever loved" is a story about a girl Bella who fell in love at a young age of 17. 

She thought she got her happy ending, everything in her life was perfect, until a sudden storm in life hit her hard.

Showing her things she never believed, showing her the truth of life and it's struggles.

The man who walked away in mist, leaving her all alone in the dark and empty path. 

Will she ever find her way back ? To begin everything from the start again?

Experience her journey, see how a broken girl blossoms into a warrior.

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