Leslie’s life consisted of meticulous housework and unappreciated dedication to her fiancé, Peter. When a mistaken delivery of a beautiful necklace leads to the breakup of her engagement, Leslie sets out to clear her name and find her true love.
Leslie, a middle-aged woman with a knack for organization, begins her day as usual with heavy housework. Her mornings are filled with the comforting routine she has perfected over the years.
She carefully irons shirts, smoothing out every wrinkle with precision. She hangs them in the correct order, ensuring the colors are sorted just right. She holds a list of tasks and recommendations she wrote for herself in her left hand.
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Since childhood, Leslie has loved making lists. They helped her with homework, cleaning the house, and even organizing parties for friends.
This innocent habit has turned into a constant life hack for her, making her daily routine more manageable and satisfying.
After ironing, it’s time for cleaning. Leslie glances at her list and starts dusting it. She turns mundane chores into a game, finding joy in completing tasks in order and making them more enjoyable with each checkmark on the list.
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She hums a little tune as she dusts, vacuums, and tidies up the living room, transforming her chores into a pleasant activity.
Finally, Leslie’s favorite part of the day arrives: cooking. She joyfully finds one of her lists with a lasagna recipe, Peter’s favorite dish. She loves cooking for Peter, even though he rarely shows appreciation.
She starts by preparing the ingredients, humming a familiar tune. The smell of tomatoes, garlic, and cheese fills the kitchen, making her smile.
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Everything is almost ready when she suddenly hears the doorbell. “So early?” Leslie thinks to herself, checking the clock, as Peter usually comes home later. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, Leslie runs to the door and, opening it, sees a courier.
“This is Apartment 4421, right?” the courier asks hurriedly.
“Yes, yes, that’s correct. Who is it from?” Leslie inquires, curious about the unexpected delivery.
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“It’s not specified, miss…” the courier replies, glancing at his clipboard.
“Still Miss, but that will change soon,” Leslie adds with a small smile.
“Great…” the courier responds without much enthusiasm, handing over the package. As soon as Leslie takes it, he waves and quickly heads back to his car.
“Have a good evening, miss,” he calls out as he leaves.
Returning inside, Leslie opens the package and is shocked by what she sees.
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It’s a necklace with multicolored gemstones. She had never seen anything like it. “Peter? Could it really be my Peter?” Leslie thinks to herself.
Who else could it be if not her future husband? But this was so unlike him. Even the ring he gave Leslie was made of simple, cheap metal with a small stone. He never gave anything like this, and even giving flowers was a special occasion for him.
Finally, Leslie smiles broadly, puts on the necklace, and admires it in the mirror.
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She feels a rush of excitement and joy, something she hasn’t felt in a long time. However, her joy is short-lived. Suddenly, she smells something burning. “Darn! The lasagna!”
She rushes to save dinner but it’s too late; the food is burnt. She stares at the charred lasagna, feeling a pang of disappointment, but then glances at the necklace around her neck, and her smile returns, if only slightly.
The doorbell rings again, and this time it’s definitely Peter. Leslie rushes to the door, her heart pounding a bit faster. As soon as the door opens, Peter, a tall, stern man in a suit, steps inside.
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His face, set in a permanent scowl, immediately conveys his intolerance for mistakes. He coldly walks past his wife, handing her his jacket without a word of greeting.
“I’m home…” he mutters, his tone devoid of warmth.
“Welcome, dear! How was your day?” Leslie asks, trying to sound cheerful.
Leslie carefully hangs the jacket and follows Peter into the living room. She notices the tension in his shoulders and the hard line of his mouth.
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“As usual…” Peter replies gruffly. He suddenly stops, sniffing the air. “Wait, what’s that smell?”
Leslie feels a pang of anxiety. “Sorry, dear, I got distracted and…”
“The food, you burned the food!” Peter interrupts, his voice rising with anger. “How many times! I work all day like a horse, and at home, I find charcoal instead of dinner!”
“I got distracted by a gift, sorry…” Leslie tries to explain, her voice trembling.
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Peter, in a rage, turns and sees the necklace on Leslie’s neck. His eyes narrow, and he points at it aggressively as he approaches her.
“Where did you get that!?”
Leslie takes a step back, feeling the intensity of his anger. “What do you mean where, didn’t you give it to me?” she stammers, confused.
“Liar! I knew you had someone else. How foolish I’ve been! How long has this been going on?” Peter’s face contorts with fury.
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“Dear, you misunderstood. It must be a mistake. I’ll return the necklace immediately,” Leslie pleads, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Return it to whom!? Your lover? I can’t believe I wanted to build a family with someone like you,” Peter snarls. He takes off his ring and throws it on the floor with a clatter.
“Pack your things! Be gone by morning!” he shouts. After these words, he slams the door to his room, and the house falls silent. The echo of the door slam seems to reverberate through Leslie’s entire being.
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Leslie stands there, stunned. Everything happened so quickly that she felt as though her world had just crumbled.
Tears begin to stream from her eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in. She doesn’t even know what to do next. Wiping her tears, she goes upstairs, feeling numb.
She quickly packs her suitcase, knowing that arguing with Peter is pointless, but he will do as he pleases. Maybe when he cools down, he’ll forgive her, she thinks, clinging to a sliver of hope.
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Leslie places her belongings in the suitcase methodically, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
She looks around the room that once felt like home but now feels foreign and cold. Each item she packs holds memories of the life she thought she was building with Peter.
With a heavy heart, she zips up the suitcase and sits on the bed, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.
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To prove her innocence, Leslie decided to find the sender of the necklace to explain everything and hopefully get Peter’s forgiveness.
She looked around the house for the gift receipt, and after some searching, she found it tucked inside the packaging.
The address on the receipt was unfamiliar to her, but she was determined to clear her name. With a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and set out for the address.
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Upon arriving at the house, Leslie was amazed to see a huge mansion. The driveway was long and lined with tall, elegant trees.
She parked her car and walked up to the grand front door, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. Gathering her courage, she knocked on the door.
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A butler opened it, his expression neutral but polite. His eyes flicked to the necklace around her neck, and without hesitation, he said, “Come in, Mr. Rodri is expecting you.”
Leslie was taken aback by his words. How could Mr. Rodri be expecting her? She followed the butler through the grand foyer, which was decorated with beautiful paintings and chandeliers that sparkled in the light.
She felt a bit out of place in her simple clothes, but she reminded herself of why she was there.
The butler led her to a large, elegant office. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with volumes of all sizes.
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Behind a large mahogany desk sat Mr. Rodri, a distinguished-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes.
“Good afternoon,” Mr. Rodri greeted her warmly. “Please, have a seat.”
Leslie sat down, feeling slightly more at ease. “Excuse me, there’s been a misunderstanding. I received your necklace, but it was obviously sent to me by mistake,” she said quickly, wanting to explain the situation as soon as possible.
Mr. Rodri listened calmly, his expression thoughtful. “I apologize; it was indeed a mistake. You and my sister have the same address in different cities, and due to carelessness, the necklace was sent to you instead of her.”
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Leslie extended her hand with the necklace and handed it to Mr. Rodri. “It’s very kind of you to travel so far to return such a valuable item. You could have sold it or just kept it,” Mr. Rodri responded in surprise.
“That would be wrong,” Leslie said, shaking her head. “And there’s one more important thing. Because of this misunderstanding, my wedding was called off. My future husband is very jealous and didn’t believe it was a mistake…”
Mr. Rodri looked even more surprised. “Is it worth marrying someone who doesn’t trust you?” he asked gently.
Leslie looked down, her eyes filling with tears. She had been asking herself the same question but hadn’t dared to confront it. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
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Mr. Rodri seemed to consider this. “It’s already late. Why don’t you stay for dinner? We can discuss this more, and in the morning, we will go to your husband together to explain everything.”
Leslie hesitated. She didn’t want to be a burden, but the thought of facing Peter alone was daunting. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Rodri. Thank you,” she said softly.
Mr. Rodri smiled. “Please, call me John. And it’s no trouble at all. You’ve had a long day. Let’s take care of this together.”
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At dinner, Leslie feels as she has never felt before for the first time everything is for her. Mr. Rodri personally prepared everything, and Leslie only had to enjoy the food.
She didn’t even notice how she started talking to Mr. Rodri, laughing sincerely. For the first time in many years, she felt relaxed.
She wasn’t afraid to say or do something wrong; she felt safe around Mr. Rodri.
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They drank wine and laughed at each other’s jokes until Leslie suddenly stopped herself as if forbidding herself to be happy.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rodri. My fiancé is waiting for me at home. Maybe I should go to bed.”
Leslie got up from the table and was almost gone, but Mr. Rodri gently grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“I have to confess, Miss Leslie, what I told you about my sister wasn’t entirely true.”
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“You see, I’ve long suffered from loneliness, finding it very hard to meet someone who values me for more than my money. I sent that necklace randomly, losing hope of ever finding love, but it ended up with you.
“I understand this is difficult for you, but I would like to spend more time with you if you’re willing.”
“I… I would like to, but…” Leslie’s eyes filled with tears, and she ran to her room. She couldn’t understand her feelings. She did everything for Peter, and she wanted to return to Peter so he would forgive her.
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But around Mr. Rodri, she felt genuine, drawn to him. “This is wrong,” she told herself, closing her eyes in bed.
In the morning, Leslie and Mr. Rodri set off to see Peter. The car was filled with tension, a heavy silence hanging in the air.
“Sorry about last night, it was the wine…” Mr. Rodri said, breaking the silence. Leslie gently placed her hand on his.
“It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” she reassured him, giving a small, comforting smile.
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When they arrived at Peter’s house, the tension only grew. Leslie took a deep breath as they walked to the door.
Inside, Peter looked up, his expression a mix of anger and sorrow. Together, Mr. Rodri and Leslie explained everything.
Mr. Rodri apologized sincerely before stepping back outside to give them space.
Peter turned to Leslie, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry, Leslie. I regretted my words the moment I said them. I miss you so much.”
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He took out Leslie’s ring, which she had left behind, and got down on one knee. “Please, let’s start over. Put the ring back on.”
Leslie looked at the ring, then at Peter. She couldn’t extend her hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she turned towards Rodri’s car. She watched him, ready to drive away forever.
“Everything is as you wanted, Leslie. What’s wrong? Why are you hesitating?” she asked herself. The sound of Rodri’s car engine starting snapped her out of her thoughts. At that moment, Leslie realized she didn’t want to go back to her old life.
“Sorry, Peter. Goodbye,” she said softly and ran back to Rodri’s car. This time, she was sure she had made the right choice.
She felt a sense of relief and newfound hope as she reached for the car door, knowing she was heading toward a future where she could truly be happy.
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Nurse Attempts to Help an Ailing Elderly Man Reunite with His Long-Lost Love — Story of the Day
Night-shift nurse Alex finds purpose beyond routine when he learns of his elderly patient George’s single regret—a love lost at sea. Teaming up with his friend Kate, Alex embarks on a heartfelt search for George’s long-lost love, uncovering life’s hidden truths about timing, courage, and second chances.
The quiet night felt like a rare gift, though Alex wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. His shifts usually kept him running, but tonight the halls were hushed, the patients asleep, and his duties light.
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The dimly lit corridor stretched ahead as he texted his friend and roommate, Kate. She was his go-to for everything—from sharing funny moments to venting on tough days.
They’d been schoolmates once, but only last year, when they both responded to the same apartment listing, had they finally gotten to know each other. Living in neighboring units had transformed them from casual acquaintances into close friends.
Just as Alex was sending Kate a sticker of a yawning cat, a nurse approached him. “Alex, George is asking for you,” she said with a warm smile.
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“Thanks,” Alex replied, slipping his phone into his pocket and heading toward George’s room. George was 88 but brimming with energy, more vibrant than many half his age.
George also had a wealth of stories, having worked as a sailor in his youth. As Alex entered, he found the old man eagerly shuffling a deck of cards, his face lighting up at the sight of his visitor.
Alex pulled a chair close to George’s bed and sat down, eyeing the deck of cards in George’s hands. “Couldn’t find anyone to play with?” he asked, smiling.
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“Everyone turned me down. Can you believe it?” George replied, shaking his head with a grin.
“Well, it’s 2 a.m., so I get it,” Alex said, settling in. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?”
George shook his head. “I just can’t fall asleep.”
“I could ask the doctor to prescribe something,” Alex offered.
George chuckled. “Alex, I’m 88. I’ve had more than enough sleep in my life.”
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Alex laughed and took the deck, shuffling it. He dealt the cards, and they played quietly for a while. Then, George laid down a card and glanced up, his expression shifting.
“Dr. Martinez told me I only have a few months left,” George said softly.
Alex’s heart sank. He saw patients face death often, but it was never easy, especially with George. “Oh…”
George smiled gently. “It’s okay. I’m ready. I’ve had a long, full life. No regrets—well, except one.” His voice drifted off, eyes distant.
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“What’s that?” Alex asked, leaning forward.
“There was someone I loved. We met on a ship, but we had to say goodbye.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “I thought women were bad luck on ships.”
George chuckled. “His name was David Smith.”
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“That’s…unexpected,” Alex said, smiling. “Did you ever try to find him?”
“No. It’s been too long. I doubt he remembers me,” George replied.
“You never know,” Alex said, just as George laid down his last card.
“Looks like you lost,” George announced, grinning with triumph.
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Alex laughed, already reaching to shuffle the deck for another round.
When Alex got home in the morning, he found Kate leaning sleepily against the kitchen counter. She was still in her pajamas, sipping coffee slowly. Working from home meant she rarely rushed.
“Hey, how was your shift?” Kate asked, rubbing her eyes.
“George got some bad news,” Alex replied, setting his bag down. “He found out he only has a few months left.”
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“Oh no, that’s so sad.” Kate’s face fell. “I like George.”
Alex nodded, knowing how much Kate cared. She’d met some of his patients before when she volunteered. George especially liked her and often teased Alex, asking why he hadn’t asked her out.
Alex usually brushed it off. He’d had a crush on Kate back in high school, but now they were just friends. Dating might make things complicated, especially since they were roommates.
“George told me his only regret is not being with his true love,” Alex said. “I want to find him. Will you help?”
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Kate’s eyes lit up. “A love story? I’m in!” She poured herself more coffee with a grin.
In the days that followed, Alex and Kate worked together to find all the Davids with the last name Smith. After hours of searching, they managed to narrow it down to six possible matches.
“That’s still a long list,” Alex said, scanning the names.
“Are you kidding?” Kate replied, laughing. “When we started, it felt like there were a million Davids out there. Now we’re down to just six!”
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“A million, huh?” Alex teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, close to that,” Kate said, chuckling. They shared a smile, enjoying the rare moment of progress.
“We can start visiting them on weekends,” Alex suggested. “It’ll be easier when I don’t have work.”
“Sounds good to me,” Kate agreed, nodding. Just then, her phone buzzed, and a wide smile spread across her face.
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“Did you win the lottery?” Alex asked, watching her reaction.
“No, it’s Troy. We met at a conference,” Kate explained. “He just asked me out. I think he likes me.”
Alex paused. “And do you like him?”
“Maybe,” Kate said, grinning as she walked to her room, phone in hand. Alex watched her go, feeling a strange pang he couldn’t explain.
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For the next two weeks, Alex and Kate met with four Davids, but none turned out to be George’s long-lost love.
David #1, a cheerful older man, was happily married with kids, grandkids, and even great-grandkids. David #2, a spry gentleman, was engaged to a woman three decades younger, a detail Kate and Alex found surprising.
When they tried to meet David #3, they discovered he had passed away years ago. Finally, David #4, who claimed he had sailed many seas, eventually admitted he’d never actually set foot on a ship.
After each visit, they sat with George, sharing each David’s story. He listened quietly, nodding along but showing no spark of recognition.
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“Just give it up. It’s hopeless,” George muttered, his voice tired.
“Nothing’s hopeless when it comes to love,” Kate replied firmly. “And we still have two Davids left. One of them has to be yours.”
George looked away, sighing. “What if it’s David #3—the one who’s already passed?” His cough grew rougher, a reminder of his weakening health.
“Come on, George, don’t be so pessimistic,” Alex said gently, patting his arm.
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The next week, Alex and Kate set off to meet David #5, a fisherman living by the docks.
“I have a good feeling about this one,” Kate said as they drove.
“Oddly, so do I,” Alex replied, smiling.
When they finally met David #5, Alex and Kate learned he had, in fact, been on the same ship as George at the same time.
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“Do you remember him?” Alex asked hopefully. “He was kind, maybe a bit of a pessimist, and he was really good at cards.”
Kate jumped in, adding, “Oh, and you were in love with him!”
David #5 looked at them, shaking his head with a slight smile. “Sorry, but no. Doesn’t ring a bell.”
Kate’s face fell. “Well, that’s disappointing.”
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Seeing their letdown, David #5 offered, “How about I treat you both to lunch for your trouble?”
Kate brightened. “I’d love that! I’m starving.”
“I know just the spot,” David #5 said, smiling as he led them out of his house.
As they walked, Alex noticed Kate pulling her sweater tighter, shivering a bit. He remembered how he’d reminded her to bring a warmer coat, but instead of saying anything, he slipped off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw David #5 watching them, a small, knowing smile on his face.
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“You two make a lovely couple,” David #5 said.
“Oh…no…no,” Alex stammered, his face turning a bit red.
“We’re just friends,” Alex and Kate replied at the same time, exchanging a quick, awkward glance.
After lunch with David #5, they headed home, feeling tired.
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“It’s a shame he wasn’t the one,” Alex said. “I really thought he was.”
“Or maybe he just isn’t brave enough to say it,” Kate replied thoughtfully.
Alex headed out alone to meet David #6, feeling a bit strange without Kate by his side. She was out with Troy, so it was just him for this visit.
David #6 greeted Alex with a bleary gaze; it didn’t take long to realize the man struggled with alcohol and couldn’t remember much of anything, let alone George. As Alex was about to leave, his phone buzzed—a message from a nurse.
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George was in critical condition and might not have long. Without hesitation, Alex texted Kate: “David #6 is a no-go. Heading to the hospital; George is in bad shape.”
He didn’t expect a reply, knowing Kate was likely still on her date with Troy. But as he arrived at the hospital, he spotted her standing by the entrance, arms crossed and eyes searching for him.
“Kate?” he asked, surprised. “I thought you were out with Troy.”
She nodded, a soft, determined look in her eyes. “I was, but George needs us. I couldn’t stay away.”
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Together, they hurried down the quiet hospital hallways toward George’s room. Just outside, they spotted David #5, sitting with his head down, lost in thought. Kate stopped, placing a gentle hand on Alex’s arm.
“I think it’s best if you talk to him alone,” she whispered. “My excitement might make him back away again.”
Alex nodded, understanding. He approached David #5, who looked up with weary eyes as Alex sat beside him. David shifted uncomfortably.
“I can’t bring myself to go in there,” he confessed. “I thought I could do it, but… it’s hard.”
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“You’ve waited so long already,” Alex replied quietly. “Why not now? You had the chance to tell us before, but you held back.”
David sighed, looking at his hands. “I’ve spent so many years hiding this part of me. It’s not easy to change.”
“It’s better late than never,” Alex said gently. “He’s right there, on the other side of this door. Just a few steps away. Isn’t it worth taking that chance now?”
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After a long pause, David nodded and slowly stood, facing the door. Before he went in, he looked at Alex and nodded toward Kate, who stood watching, her eyes misty. “Take your own advice, Alex. You still have time.”
David slipped into the room, leaving Alex standing with Kate. Seeing her eyes filled with emotion, Alex realized the truth in David’s words. He walked over to her, his heart racing.
“Kate, I—” he began, but she stepped forward and kissed him. Surprised but relieved, Alex wrapped his arms around her, knowing that some things in life were worth the risk, no matter the complications.
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