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0:00I was standing in the hallway of my
0:02apartment building with two bags of
0:03groceries when my neighbor's mother
0:06looked me up and down, gasped, and said,
0:09"Ay, Dios mio. Nora, is this him? Is
0:12this the one you never stop talking
0:14about?"
0:15Nora Castillo turned bright red. I mean,
0:18bright red from her neck to her
0:20forehead. The tattoo of a rose on her
0:23collarbone practically disappeared into
0:25the color.
0:27And I just stood there with a carton of
0:29eggs in one hand and absolutely no idea
0:32what was happening.
0:33Because here's the thing. Nora Castillo
0:36had lived across the hall from me for
0:38eight months, and in eight months, she
0:40had said exactly 12 sentences to me. I
0:44know because I counted. "Hey, your
0:47package came. Hey, elevator's broken.
0:50Hey, your walls are thin." That last one
0:54was on a sticky note on my door her very
0:56first week. So, when her mother called
0:59me the one she never stops talking
1:01about, my brain simply shut down.
1:05"Mama," Nora hissed, grabbing her
1:07mother's arm, "inside, now."
1:10"But, mija, he's so handsome. You didn't
1:13tell me he was this handsome. You only
1:15talked about his voice." "Mama!"
1:18The door slammed shut. I stood alone in
1:22the hallway holding my groceries staring
1:24at apartment 4B.
1:26Then the door opened again 2 in.
1:29Nora's mother poked her head out.
1:31"Dinner's at 7:00. You're coming. I'm
1:34making ropa vieja. Don't be late." The
1:37door slammed shut again.
1:39My name is Logan Shaw. I'm 31 years old,
1:43and I live in an old brick apartment
1:45building in Baltimore. And I have one of
1:47the strangest jobs in the world. I'm an
1:50audiobook narrator. You know, when you
1:53listen to a book in your car and some
1:55guy does all the voices, the detective,
1:57the duchess, the pirate, That's me. 47
2:01audiobooks, and yes, a lot of romance
2:04novels.
2:05I record from a little soundproof booth
2:07I built inside my bedroom closet lined
2:10with gray foam.
2:12So, when Nora moved into 4B last March
2:15and left that sticky note on my door
2:17that said, "Your walls are thin." I was
2:19mortified. I figured she could hear me
2:22doing my pirate voice at 11:00 p.m. and
2:25thought I was a lunatic. I bought more
2:27foam. I put a rug against our shared
2:30wall. I stopped recording after 10:00.
2:33And every time I saw her in the hallway,
2:35I tried to look as normal as possible.
2:38That wasn't easy because Nora Castillo
2:41was the coolest person I'd ever seen.
2:43She was a tattoo artist, 29, long black
2:47braid, dark eyeliner, both arms covered
2:50in colorful tattoos. She rode a vintage
2:53motorcycle and carried her helmet like a
2:55superhero.
2:57And she barely ever looked at me. In the
2:59elevator, she'd stare at the buttons
3:01like they were the most interesting
3:02thing in the world.
3:04I figured she found me annoying, the
3:06weird guy across the hall who talks to
3:08himself in a closet.
3:10So, you can understand why when her
3:12mother said, "The one you never stop
3:14talking about." I nearly dropped my
3:17eggs.
3:18At 6:58 p.m., I stood outside apartment
3:214B in my best blue button-down holding a
3:25bottle of wine and a bouquet of
3:26sunflowers, feeling like I was walking
3:29into a trap.
3:31I knocked. The door opened. Nora stood
3:34there in jeans and a black T-shirt, her
3:36braid over one shoulder. She looked at
3:39me. She looked at the flowers. Her
3:41cheeks went pink again.
3:43"You didn't have to come." She said
3:45quietly.
3:46"Your mom told me not to be late."
3:49"She tells everyone that. She once
3:51invited the mailman to dinner. He came.
3:54He still sends her Christmas cards."
3:56"Logan!" Her mother appeared behind her
3:59wearing a red apron and holding a wooden
4:01spoon. "Come in, come in. Sunflowers.
4:04Nora, look, he brought sunflowers, your
4:07favorite." I glanced at Nora.
4:10"Sunflowers are your favorite?"
4:12Nora closed her eyes. "Mama, please."
4:16Nora's apartment was the mirror image of
4:18mine, but full of color. Plants in every
4:21window, sketches taped all over the
4:23walls, a record player playing old salsa
4:26music. And on the wall that we shared,
4:29right next to her bed, there was a
4:31little bookshelf
4:32filled with CDs and audiobook cases.
4:36I recognized the covers, every single
4:38one of them. They were mine, all 47.
4:43I stopped in the middle of the living
4:44room and stared at the shelf. Nora saw
4:47me looking. She went completely still.
4:50Her mother looked between us with a
4:52huge, delighted smile. "Ah, he found the
4:55shrine."
4:56"It is not a shrine." "It's a shrine,
4:59mijo. You alphabetized it." I turned to
5:02Nora. "You own all of my audiobooks?"
5:06She crossed her arms. Her face was
5:08bright red again. "Some of them."
5:11"All 47." Her mother said, cheerfully,
5:14stirring the pot. "Even the boring one
5:17about the submarine."
5:18"It wasn't boring." We both said at the
5:21same time.
5:22Then we looked at each other, and for
5:24the first time in 8 months, Nora
5:26Castillo laughed at something I said.
5:29Dinner was the best ropa vieja I'd ever
5:32had, with sweet plantains. Teresa
5:35Castillo kept piling more on my plate.
5:38"Eat, eat. You're too skinny. Nora,
5:41isn't he too skinny?"
5:43"I'm not discussing his body, Mama."
5:45"You discussed his voice for an hour on
5:48the phone last Sunday."
5:50Nora put her face in her hands.
5:52"Okay, I have to ask, what exactly does
5:55she say about my voice?"
5:57"Logan." Nora groaned through her
5:59fingers.
6:01Teresa leaned across the table, eyes
6:03sparkling. "She says the walls are very
6:06thin, and at night she can hear you
6:08recording your books. She says you do
6:10all the voices, the pirate, the old
6:13lady, the detective with the sad past.
6:16She says your duchess voice is better
6:18than any real duchess.
6:20Mama, I'm begging you.
6:22And she says, that Asa continued,
6:24completely ignoring her daughter, that
6:27ever since she moved to Baltimore, she
6:29couldn't sleep. Too much noise, too many
6:32sirens. She was lonely. She missed home.
6:35And then one night, she heard you
6:37through the wall reading a story, and
6:39she fell asleep for the first time in
6:41weeks.
6:43The table went quiet.
6:45I looked at Nora. She'd lowered her
6:47hands. Her eyes were on her plate. Her
6:50cheeks were burning.
6:51Is that true? I asked softly.
6:55She didn't look up. She just nodded,
6:57once. So, the sticky note, I said, your
7:01walls are thin. That wasn't a complaint?
7:04Nora finally looked at me.
7:07No, she whispered. I was trying to tell
7:09you I could hear you, and that I liked
7:12it, but I'm terrible with words. That's
7:14why I draw.
7:16My heart did something it had never done
7:18before.
7:19And then, you put a rug against the
7:21wall, she said, a little sadly, and
7:24bought more foam, and stopped recording
7:27after 10:00, and I couldn't hear you
7:29anymore.
7:31Oh, no.
7:32So, I bought all your audiobooks so I
7:35could still fall asleep to your voice.
7:38I sat back, stunned. 47 audiobooks?
7:42Eight months? 12 sentences?
7:46I thought you hated me, I said.
7:49Nora's eyes went wide. Hated you?
7:52You never look at me. You stare at the
7:54elevator buttons. She laughed, a short
7:57embarrassed laugh. Logan, I stare at the
8:00elevator buttons because if I look at
8:02you, I'll turn red, like this. She
8:05gestured at her own face. I have tattoos
8:08on both arms. I ride a motorcycle. I've
8:11tattooed bikers twice my size, and I
8:14can't say good morning to the guy across
8:16the hall without blushing.
8:18Teresa clapped her hands together like
8:20she was watching the best telenovela of
8:22her life. "You know," she said, standing
8:26up with her plate, "I'm thinking I'm
8:28going to go take a very long walk. A
8:30very long one. Maybe to Ohio." "Mama,
8:35it's raining." "I'll take an umbrella."
8:38She kissed Nora on the top of her head,
8:40then patted my cheek. "You're even
8:42better in person, Miho."
8:44And she grabbed her coat and walked out
8:46the door. Nora and I sat there alone at
8:50her little kitchen table with the salsa
8:52music playing softly and the rain
8:54tapping on the windows. "I'm so sorry,"
8:57she said. "My mother has no filter." "I
9:00like your mother." "Everyone likes my
9:03mother. That's the problem." She pushed
9:05a plantain around her plate. "I'm sorry
9:07about the shrine." "It's not a shrine."
9:11"It's a little bit of a shrine. Nora,
9:14lean in. Can I tell you something?" She
9:16nodded. "I've narrated 17 romance
9:20novels. 17. And in every single one,
9:23there's a scene where the hero sees the
9:25heroine for the first time and he just
9:28can't breathe." She looked up. "I've
9:31read those scenes out loud a hundred
9:33times. I always thought they were exa-
9:35ggerated. Nobody actually forgets how to
9:37breathe." "And?" "And then, last March,
9:42a girl with a motorcycle helmet moved in
9:44across the hall and said, 'Hey' to me in
9:47the elevator, and I forgot how to
9:49breathe."
9:50Nora's lips parted. Her eyes filled with
9:53something soft and stunned. "You're just
9:56saying that." "You do this for a living.
9:59You say beautiful words." "Other
10:02people's words," I said. "These ones are
10:04mine, and they're not very good, but
10:07they're true." She stared at me for a
10:09long moment, then she smiled, a real
10:12smile, small and shy and beautiful.
10:16"That's the 13th sentence," she said.
10:20"What?" "I've been counting, too, Logan.
10:23I've said 12 sentences to you. That was
10:25the 13th thing I wanted to say for 8
10:28months."
10:29I took a breath.
10:30"I like you a lot."
10:33I laughed. I couldn't help it. "You've
10:36been counting, too?"
10:37"I'm a tattoo artist. I count
10:39everything. Needle passes, lines,
10:42sentences to cute neighbors." "Cute?"
10:46She went bright red again. "That was 14.
10:49I'm done talking now."
10:51I reached across the table and took her
10:52hand. Her fingers were covered in tiny
10:55ink stains. She didn't pull away.
10:58"Nora, can I let you read to you? Not
11:01through the wall, in person." She looked
11:03at our hands, then she nodded. That
11:06night we climbed out onto the fire
11:08escape outside her window. The rain had
11:10stopped. The city lights of Baltimore
11:12glittered below us, and you could see
11:14the harbor in the distance.
11:16I brought a book, one I'd never
11:18recorded, a collection of old love poems
11:21I'd had since college. She sat close to
11:23me, wrapped in a blanket, her head
11:26resting against my shoulder, and I read
11:28to her softly, just for her, no
11:31microphone, no foam, no wall between us.
11:35Halfway through the third poem, I looked
11:37down. She wasn't looking at the city
11:39anymore. She was looking at me.
11:42"Keep going," she whispered. "You're not
11:44listening. I'm listening to you, not the
11:47poem." I closed the book. She reached up
11:50and touched my face very gently with her
11:53ink-stained fingers, like she was
11:55sketching me.
11:56"Can I tell you a secret?" "Always."
11:59"Sometimes I fall asleep with my hand
12:02against the wall because I know you're
12:04right on the other side of it."
12:06I didn't say anything. I just leaned
12:08down and kissed her. Her lips were soft
12:11and tasted like sweet plantains and
12:14rain. She made a tiny surprised sound
12:17and then she wrapped her arms around my
12:19neck and kissed me back. The blanket
12:21slipped off her shoulders. Somewhere
12:23below us a car honked. Neither of us
12:26noticed. When we finally pulled apart,
12:29she rested her forehead against mine.
12:32Okay. That was way better than the audio
12:34books. Even the submarine one?
12:37Especially the submarine one. The next
12:40few weeks were perfect. We stopped
12:42needing the wall. Some nights I'd read
12:44to her while she sketched. Some nights
12:46she'd sit on the floor of my booth
12:48watching me record and I'd have to start
12:50over 12 times because she kept making me
12:53laugh. Stop smiling. The microphone can
12:56hear you smiling. Microphones can't hear
12:59smiles. This one can. She designed me a
13:03tattoo. My very first one. A tiny open
13:06book on the inside of my wrist with a
13:08little wave of sound coming off the
13:10pages. You don't have to get it, she
13:13said holding out the sketch. I just drew
13:16it. I want it. It's going to hurt. Will
13:19you hold my hand? She smiled. I need
13:22both my hands to tattoo you, Logan. Then
13:25talk to me the whole time. So she did.
13:29For 45 minutes the woman who spoke 12
13:32sentences to me in eight months talked
13:34non-stop about her grandmother teaching
13:37her to draw on napkins at a Cuban
13:39bakery. About her first tattoo ever. A
13:42lopsided dolphin on her cousin. I didn't
13:45feel the needle at all. When it was
13:47finished, she wrapped my wrist in
13:49plastic and held it in both her hands.
13:52There, she said softly. Now you carry a
13:55piece of me.
13:56I already did, I said. She looked at me
14:00and her eyes got wet and she kissed me
14:02right there in the middle of the tattoo
14:04shop while her co-worker pretended not
14:06to watch.
14:07But then about two months in everything
14:10fell apart. And it was my fault. I'd
14:13just been hired for the biggest job of
14:15my career, a six-book romance series.
14:19One night, around 11:00, I was in my
14:22closet booth recording the most
14:24important scene of book one, the big
14:26confession, the moment where the hero
14:28finally tells the heroine how he feels.
14:32I'd forgotten to close my closet door,
14:34and I'd moved the rug off the wall weeks
14:36ago because Nora liked hearing me.
14:39I read the lines exactly how the author
14:41wrote them.
14:42"I've loved you since the day you moved
14:45in. Every night I lie awake knowing
14:47you're just on the other side of the
14:49wall. I can't do this anymore. I can't
14:52keep pretending I'm in love with you."
14:555 minutes later, there was a knock on my
14:57door.
14:58When I opened it, Nora was standing
15:01there in her pajamas, her face glowing,
15:03tears in her eyes.
15:06"Logan," she whispered.
15:08"I heard you through the wall. I heard
15:11what you said."
15:12My heart dropped.
15:14"Nora,
15:16I love you, too," she said, stepping
15:18toward me.
15:19"I've been so scared to say it, but I
15:21love you, too. And when I heard you say
15:24it, I just"
15:25"Nora," I said quietly.
15:28"That was the book."
15:29She stopped.
15:31"It was a scene," I said, "from the new
15:33series I was recording.
15:35I'm so sorry. I should have closed the
15:37door."
15:39I watched her face change. The color
15:41went out of it. The color drained. She
15:44took a step back.
15:46"Oh," she said.
15:48"Nora, wait."
15:51"No, it's fine." She laughed, but it
15:54came out broken.
15:55"It's my fault. I knew it was a book. I
15:58mean, I should have known. Of course it
16:01was a book."
16:02"Nora,
16:04that's the problem, isn't it?" She wiped
16:06her eyes fast, like she was angry at
16:08them.
16:09"I fell in love with a voice through a
16:11wall, Logan. You say beautiful things
16:14for a living every night to strangers.
16:18How am I ever supposed to know which
16:20words are yours?
16:22They're all mine when I'm with you.
16:25How do I know that? You're really,
16:27really good at sounding like you mean
16:29things.
16:31I didn't have an answer
16:33because she was right. I was good at it.
16:36It was my job.
16:38I need some time, she said quietly, and
16:41she walked back across the hall and
16:43closed her door.
16:45For the next week, Nora barely spoke to
16:48me. A nod in the hallway, a quick hey.
16:52We were back to 12 sentences.
16:55It was the worst week of my life.
16:58I couldn't record. Every time I opened a
17:00script and read someone else's romantic
17:02words, I thought about her face when I
17:05said, "That was the book."
17:07On the seventh night, I sat in my closet
17:10booth staring at my microphone, and I
17:12realized something.
17:14In 8 years, I'd recorded 47 books,
17:18millions of words, and I'd never once
17:21recorded anything in my own words.
17:24So, I deleted the script on my screen. I
17:27pressed record, and I just talked. No
17:30accent, no character, no author, just
17:34me. Stumbling, terrible, real.
17:39Nora, it's Logan. This isn't from a
17:42book. You'll know it's not from a book
17:45because it's really bad.
17:47I took a breath.
17:49I don't know how to say this the right
17:51way. Every book I've ever read, the
17:54words are perfect. Mine are messy. So,
17:57here are my messy words.
18:00I love the way you hum when you draw. I
18:02love that you stare at elevator buttons.
18:05I love that your mom invited the mailman
18:08to dinner.
18:09I love that you alphabetize the shelf of
18:11my audiobooks and then told me it wasn't
18:14a shrine. It's a shrine, Nora. It's
18:17okay.
18:18I love the tattoo on my wrist. I touch
18:21it a hundred times a day. I love that
18:24you talked for 45 minutes so I didn't
18:26feel the needle.
18:27I love you. Not like the hero in chapter
18:3022, like a guy who reads to himself in a
18:33closet and forgot how to breathe the day
18:36you said hey in the elevator.
18:39I don't know if you can hear this, but
18:41I'm going to keep talking until you do.
18:44I stopped recording. Then I did
18:47something I'd never done before.
18:49I took the foam off the wall, all of it.
18:52The wall we shared, and I put my speaker
18:55right against it, turned the volume up
18:57just enough, and pressed play.
19:00My own voice filled my apartment, messy
19:04and real and stumbling.
19:06And I sat on my floor and waited.
19:09The recording played through once, then
19:11twice.
19:13Halfway through the third time, there
19:15was a soft knock on my wall.
19:17Three knocks from her side.
19:20I put my hand flat against the wall. I
19:23knocked back three times.
19:2530 seconds later, there was a knock on
19:27my front door.
19:29Nora was standing in the hallway in her
19:31pajamas, her braid falling apart, her
19:33face wet with tears.
19:36"That was terrible," she whispered.
19:39"I know."
19:41"That was the worst thing you've ever
19:42recorded."
19:44"I know."
19:45"Your voice cracked four times. You said
19:48um 11 times. I counted."
19:51"I know."
19:52She stepped toward me.
19:55"It was the most beautiful thing I've
19:57ever heard."
20:00I pulled her into my arms. She wrapped
20:02hers around me and held on so tight I
20:04could feel her heart pounding.
20:07"I'm sorry," she said into my chest. "I
20:10got scared. I've always been scared that
20:13people only like the version of me
20:14that's cool and tough, the tattoos and
20:17the motorcycle. And I thought maybe you
20:19were just a voice I made up in my head."
20:23"I'm not a voice. I'm just a guy, a guy
20:26who's crazy about you.
20:29She pulled back and looked up at me.
20:32Say it again, she whispered.
20:34In your own voice.
20:37I love you, Nora.
20:39Again.
20:40I love you.
20:42No accent?
20:44No accent. Just me.
20:48She smiled through her tears.
20:50I love you, too, Logan.
20:5315th sentence.
20:55The most important one.
20:57And she kissed me in my doorway, slow
21:00and sweet, while my terrible recording
21:03played softly in the background for the
21:05fourth time.
21:07The next morning, Teresa Castillo called
21:10me. Not Nora, me.
21:13I heard you two had a fight, she said.
21:16How did you hear that?
21:18Miha called me crying, then she called
21:20me again at midnight crying happy tears.
21:23I'm her mother. I hear everything. She
21:26paused. Did you really take the foam off
21:29the wall?
21:30I did.
21:32Teresa was quiet for a moment, then she
21:34said softly,
21:36Her father used to sing to me through
21:38the wall of my parents house when we
21:39were teenagers in Havana. My parents
21:42never knew. She laughed. We were married
21:4540 years. He passed 4 years ago.
21:48Nora was his favorite.
21:50He would have liked you, Logan.
21:53My throat got tight.
21:56Thank you, Mrs. Castillo.
21:59Call me Teresa, and come for Christmas.
22:01I'm making lechon.
22:03I'll be there.
22:05Don't be late.
22:08That Christmas we flew to Miami.
22:10Teresa's little house was packed with
22:12cousins, music, and enough food for 300
22:15people.
22:17The moment we walked in the door, Teresa
22:19threw her arms around me and announced
22:21to the entire room, "Everybody, this is
22:24Logan, the one Nora never stops talking
22:27about. Nora turned bright red. Of course
22:30she did. But this time I put my arm
22:33around her waist and said loud enough
22:35for the whole room to hear, "Actually,
22:37Teresa, it's the one I never stop
22:40talking about."
22:42The whole family cheered. Nora buried
22:44her face in my shoulder laughing, and
22:46her cousin, the one with the lopsided
22:48dolphin tattoo, clapped me on the back
22:51and said, "Welcome to the family, man.
22:53You're stuck now."
22:55A year after that first dinner, I asked
22:58Nora to come over on a Sunday night. I
23:00told her I had a new audiobook I wanted
23:02her to hear before anyone else.
23:04"Which one?" she asked. "It's a short
23:07one, just one chapter."
23:09She sat on my couch with a blanket,
23:11curled up like she always did.
23:14I went into my closet booth and closed
23:16the door. Then I pressed play on the
23:18recording I'd made earlier that day.
23:21My voice came through the speakers, my
23:23real voice.
23:25Chapter 1, The Girl Across the Hall.
23:30Once upon a time, a guy who talked to
23:32himself in a closet lived across the
23:35hall from a girl with a motorcycle and a
23:37rose tattoo.
23:39For 8 months, she said 12 sentences to
23:42him. He counted every one.
23:46On the couch, I heard Nora laugh softly.
23:49Then her mother showed up with a
23:51suitcase and a wooden spoon, and she
23:53told him something that changed his
23:55whole life.
23:57She told him that he was the one her
24:00daughter never stops talking about.
24:03But here's the part the mother didn't
24:05know.
24:06Every night on the other side of the
24:08wall, he was talking about her, too. To
24:11the walls, to the microphone, to the
24:14foam, to anyone who would listen.
24:17And now he only wants to talk to one
24:20person
24:21for the rest of his life.
24:24The recording paused.
24:26Then I opened the closet door and walked
24:29out.
24:30I was holding a small velvet box.
24:33Nora was sitting on the couch, frozen,
24:36both hands over her mouth.
24:39I got down on one knee in front of her.
24:42"This part's not recorded," I said.
24:45"This part I want to say in person."
24:47She was already crying.
24:50"Nora Castillo," I said. "You told me
24:53once you can't tell which of my words
24:56are real. So, here are the realest ones
24:59I've got. I love you. I want to read to
25:03you every night for the rest of our
25:05lives. No walls. Will you marry me?"
25:09She stared at the ring, then at me, then
25:12she started laughing and crying at the
25:14same time.
25:16"Logan Shaw," she whispered. "That's the
25:1916th sentence I've been waiting for."
25:22"Is that a yes?" She grabbed my face
25:25with both hands. "Yes! Yes! A million
25:29times yes!"
25:31I slid the ring onto her finger. She
25:33kissed me so hard we both fell back onto
25:36the floor laughing.
25:38And then, her phone buzzed on the coffee
25:40table, then buzzed again, and again.
25:43Nora picked it up and looked at the
25:45screen, then she groaned. "It's my mom."
25:49"Why is your mom calling right now?"
25:52Nora turned the phone around. It was a
25:54text. "Did he do it yet? Did you say
25:57yes? I've been waiting by the phone for
26:00an hour. Call me."
26:02I laughed. I may have asked her
26:04permission last week. "Of course you
26:07did."
26:08We got married the next summer in
26:10Teresa's backyard in Miami under a big
26:13mango tree strung with lights. Nora wore
26:16a white dress that showed off every one
26:18of her beautiful tattoos. Teresa walked
26:21her down the aisle and cried the entire
26:24time. The mailman from 3 years ago came.
26:28He brought a card. For our first dance,
26:31the band played the old Bolero her
26:33father used to sing through the wall.
26:35Nora rested her head on my chest and
26:38whispered, "Sing it to me." So, I did,
26:41badly, in my own voice.
26:44We still live in that old brick building
26:46in Baltimore, but we knocked down the
26:48wall between our two apartments. Now,
26:50it's one big apartment with a recording
26:53booth on one side and a drawing table on
26:55the other. Sometimes, late at night, I
26:58still record in my closet and Nora still
27:01falls asleep listening. Only now, she
27:04doesn't need a wall. She just needs me.
27:08So, tell me, has someone's mom blown
27:11your cover in the best way? Or have you
27:14ever fallen for someone before you even
27:16really met them? Share your story in the
27:18comments. And if this story made you
27:20smile, hit like, subscribe, and I'll see
27:24you in the next one.

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