The Schoolyard Series #1

Summer Camp!
By: Gabby Cruz

 Copyright 2012 August 2, 2012 The Schoolyard Series 1- Summer Camp! Contact the author at: ontherocket@yahoo.com or gabbysstories@yahoo.com Read more stories at: www.gabbysstories.weebly.com

Whats For Lunch? (Table of Contents) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

Everyone- Introductions Jonah-Camp Willfort Cardin- Team Mates Gracey- Slimy Glop Jonah- A Loud *Crunch* Caylee- Spying Isnt Dirty Nick- Thinking Cardin- Scared Gracey- Crutches

10. Nick- Busted! 11. Caylee- Goodbye, Mrs. Farankle 12. Epilogue- Mrs. Farankle

1. EveryoneIntroductions Well, I was never one to go to Summer Camp. I always thought it was too boring. I never knew anyone there anyways. I only went this year because I had to.

-Gracey Callisto
Summer camp? Summer fun? More like Summer Boredom. Hey, but it was cool not being at school (my epic rhyme). I saved summer camp! -Caylee VanHooper Hey, did I ever tell you that out cabin smelt like poop? Im surprised I didnt die in my sleep. Okay, now Im bored. How can these people expect me to write three lines? Hey, I just did it.

-Nick Carver

I cant believe Mrs. Farankle (aka Mrs. Fartbutt) did that! Hahaha I cant wait to see what she looks like in stripes. Well, what do I do now? Lalalalalalala Theres my four lines. -Cardin Chinkton
............................... My arm hurts. -Jonah Harper

2. JonahCamp Willfort

Bye J-lo! My one little brother, Eric, cries. Yeah, whatever. I say. Dont touch my video games! I add. Our forest-green van drives off. I stare up at the sign for Camp Willfort. It is carved in wood and drenched in moss. Underneath, it reads: Specifically for ages 8-12. I was lucky Erics only 7. I clutch my backpack, take a deep breath, and force open the gates of Camp Willfort. Camp Willfort is serene, and it appeared that you were either a hippie or a boy scout. That is until I see four normal kids walk out of a log-cabin office. OUT! a strict-sounding voice screeches, like a howling banshee (whatever that is). Aw, dude, one says, a girl who could be related to another in the group, We were just

talking about lie for normal kids. Gracey, says the one who looked like her brother, I agree, for once. Dude, says the second boy, This place is GHETTO. Then, they notice me. Hey, look, Cardin, a NORMAL kid! says Mr. Ghetto to Graceys supposed brother. I wave timidly. Um hi. You might want to report to Fartbutts office. Cardin snickered, pointing to the log cabin the four of them just left. But dont call her Fartbutt. Shes really Mrs. Farankle. Said the fourth girl, who really hadnt said anything. Cardin nodded Yep, Caylees right.

Next thing I know, Fartbutts throwing a lamp at my head, and I nearly miss it. OH, HOW---DARE--YOU! I didnt mean to call her Fartbutt. A glass turtle nearly collides with my chest. She shoves me a bucket full of suds and a rag splattered with something red. CABIN---4---8---9 CLEAN IT!!! GRR ITS---YOUR--CABIN! Half of the suds are gone, so I scuttled out before half of me was gone. Jeez. I mutter. It was sundown when I arrived, and its pitch dark, except for a large,

orange fire licking the stars. All of Camp Willfort is sitting there. Caylee, Cardin, Gracey, and the other child all stare at me. They smile and wave. I get on my way. Unfortunately, some lady with brown hair frowned and said, Go help him. You werent listening. The four left, grinning as if in triumph. The lady continued her story about her aunt Trench. As we all left, a pudgy boy said, Terri really gave it to them, huh? then Gracey gave him a really rude gesture. And this is the part where we split to go to our cabins, Caylee says, pointing to a defaced sign saying:

And littered with rude comments like Fartbutt smells, (I did that, Cardin says proudly, Camp Willfart, (My idea, Gracey giggles, and tons of other rude words (I bet its fat Allen who did those, Caylee commented,).

Later, guys, Gracey says, doing peace fingers. The three of us guys all approach cabin 489. Wait, so I say, You guys are here too? Yep, Cardin says, Just you, me, and Nick here. The other boy said, It smells like poop And yes, Im Nick. Nick unlocked the cabin door and let us in. The log cabin was sparkling. Nick and Cardin both admitted it was from all the scrubbing Farankle made them do, and our laughs filled the night.

3. CardinTeam Mates

The next day, Nick, Caylee, Gracey, Jonah (as I learned his name last night), and I all reported at the Camp Willfort totem pole, where all of Camp met for the daily meeting. Fartbutt ran these nearpointless meetings, looking totally out of place with her tight, collared shirts, semi- long heavy skirts, orderly bun of black hair, and high heels. Her disgusted face wearing too much lipstick bore down on us. Now, she says, pacing back and forth ominously, You shall be divided into teams. Ill call your teams leader, then call your names.

Today, you shall all compete in canoe racing. Good luck, you little ---- The five of us were last to be picked. Of all the forty kids, we were group 8. Now that were all divided, said a fat group leader, who had Allen Rundy in his group (the slightly chubby kid that Gracey gave a gesture to). Ready, set GO! As he yelled go, Jonah yelled, FAT! and we were off. Our group leader, Ms. Terri, led us into the woods, further than anyone else, and in the opposite direction. Um, Ms. Terri, Caylee began. Shut up, VanHooper. Ms. Terri replied. Ms. Terri? Nick asked, More like Ms. Teryaki. Then we all stifled giggles.

Eventually, Ms. Teryaki led us to a clearing full of weapons. Constellation, she said, pointing to Gracey. Callisto. Gracey corrected. Whatever. Youre against Harper. Teryaki said, pointing to Jonah. China, she said, pointing to me, even though my last name was Chinkton, Youre against the Sunday Carvery. She paired me up with Nick. This left Caylee. And you Youre with ME. Wait, Jonah said, What are we doing? Teryaki smirked. Good question, Nick. She said. Im Jonah. he scoffed. Cool. Teryaki replied, Anyways, based on your behavior here, Mrs. Farankle and I have decided you five shall compete for who may or may not return to Camp Willfort next year. We have set up a group of test-

strength, agility, and behavior. There will be only one winner. This is the strength test. You will battle one another. This fight will go on until either you give up or Teryaki imitated slitting my throat. And Gracey and Jonah, you two are first. The two both picked up a weapon, Jonah a ColtM11, and Gracey a modern-day police pistol. The two both gulped. Teryaki ushered them in the center of the clearing. On your marks, get set BANG. The first thing Jonah did was fire. Gracey stood, transfixed with horror. Then

AAAAAH! a shout filled the forest. But it wasnt Gracey shouting, it was Caylee. Luckily, it was only the shock of her best friend nearly getting shot. Then the weirdest thing happened. It all started with a sniffle. Then, we all suddenly burst into tears. Gracey tossed aside her gun. I-I cant do this! she sobbed, being the first to burst. You weakling! Teryaki snarled. You cannot do any better?! Then go! Weak! All of you! Now LEAVE! We all left, still crying. We went to the lunch cabin, where everyone fell silent at the sight of us.

4. GraceySlimy Glop What? Cardin asked. The five of us all got lunch from the line, where our only options were slimy glop, slimy glop, or slimy glop. Nick quickly led us to a vacant table in the corner of the cabin, where I pushed my tray away and buried my head in my hands. Carter Nichols, who I met at the

beginning of summer, came over to our six seating wooden table and sat down. This is DISGUSTING. I say, dumping my tray and leaving. Um Gracey? Carter asked. Im bored. I reply, lying.

In the cabin a half-hour later, Caylee walks in. Oh. She says. Hi. She soon finds herself sitting next to me on my top bunk of the bed. We both sigh. This SUCKS. Caylee remarks. Yeah, I agree. Im bored. Caylee sighs. Seconded. I say. We wondered about you. Caylee says in a monotone voice. Cool. I reply. You wanna go hang out? she asks. Eh, why not? I reply. We both hop off the bed and leave. Outside, my eyes are seeing things or are they? Nick and Carter are throwing punches. No! You wont! You ******! The other four of us stand, transfixed in horror. Oh my GOSH! I shout. Stop! STOP! Caylee cries. The two are wrecked when Jonah and Cardin pull the opposing forces away from each other.

Carter leaves to go hand out with Mike Boxer and Arnold Prix. Ni-ck! Caylee said. What was that for?! I cant say he grumbles. Alright, so you just beat up an innocent person for no reason? I sigh. N-no! Nick says, with Jonah and Cardin agreeing. This camp SUCKS. Cardin says.

By the next day, were all totally chilled about the Nick and Carter thing (Carter, by the way, totally ignores us and tells Mike and Arnold, Did you hear about that dumb blond kid with the curly hair?). After, Mrs. Fartbutt calls us all back to the totem pole [of DOOM]. Git with yo-wer grroop leedears. She says in a harsh British accent. Teryaki approaches us and whispers, Were going to be a NORMAL group today, which must be really hard for you. Hard for us? Jonah says, furiously but under his breath, More hard for you. So, we do follow the other groups through a bunch of thick woods. With Teryaki leading, she forced us to shut your pencil sharpener!

Eventually, the silence was broken with Oohs and Aahs. We were standing in front of a giant, wooden zipline, but no-one cared. One of those things is always cool. So, we walked in line, and rather than Caylee going first, Teryaki put Jonah in the front of our group. He was the first, but no-one had any idea of what would happen then.

5. JonahA Loud *Crunch* Hurry up, hurry up! Teryaki hissed in my ear. The commotion was like a ton of pressure on me as I hopped onto the zipline seat. Whee! I say. But, in the middle of the zipline, I hear a *snap.* I feel myself being pulled down to the valley between the two hills of the zipline distance. JONAH! Nick and Cardin shout. Looking horrified, Gracey tells Teryaki, Youve gotta help him!

What, do you expect me to jump off this hill? she scoffs. YES! the four shout. Next thing I know, Im in a nearly all white room. I groan, and quickly sit up. GAH! I shout, noticing- Im in a hospital. Nick, Cardin, Gracey, and Caylee all exhale. Hey, dude. Gracey smiles, waving. How calm she is shocks me. I nearly smack her, but instead hold back a scream of pain. Whoa whoa WHOA. Cardin says, Take it easy, dude. You broke your arm. WHAT?! I shout. The whole thing was kind of weird, I mean, listening to how I broke my arm. Like, I know what happened, but its like reading a book about your life. So, apparently, I fell off the zip line, then blacked out right as I hit the ground, and then Teriyaki and Fartbutt both refused to help me, so then Nick and Co. decided to go and drag me to the camp nurse to see if I broke any bones (which I guess I did). Then, they got me to the nearest Med. Center, which was at Travis Base, and now Im here. All right, now lets go. Cardin says. Doctor Carsell said to go right after youre up. Ms. Teriya- I mean, Ms. Terri! Teriyaki walks in and says, It was the middle of

Teen Mom episode sixty-four! She looks disappointed, and as usual, disgusted. You had to wake up now, Nick? she says as we walk out the door of the med. center. Jonah. I correct her again. Whatever. Back at camp, nobody wanted to sign my epic, neon-green cast, but it looked full because Gracey, Nick, Caylee, and Cardin all signed it about four times. At least it looked like I had a butt-load of friends. I trudged back to my cabin lazily, Nick and Cardin following along. We all collapse on our beds simultaneously. For some reason, Boys dont have top bunks and bottom bunks here, just single beds. Caylee claims its because girls are more flexible and slender so then its easier for them to climb up. And because last time Allen was on the top bunk somewhere (according to Gracey, because shes known him for longer than us) he broke the bed. I nearly laughed my guts out at that, just like I wish I could because I was that happy right now. But this camp doesnt work that way.

6. CayleeSpying Isnt Dirty After Gracey, and my other cabin mates, Lexi Pegrez and Carina Fox, were all asleep, I snuck outside in my sky-blue frog pajamas with the flashlight they put in the cabins for if theres ever a blackout or campfire spooky stories. The stars looked down on me. They were watching and shaking their heads, thinking, What a horrible kid

that Caylee is. Spying on people. Nasty, just the thought of it. All I could tell them is, Spying isnt dirty, so shut it! I guess I said that out loud, because two figures came over. They were talking. I had to scurry into the abnormally good-smelling woods. Terri, said the unmistakable voice of Mrs. Fartbutt, We have to get rid of all those kids, so that none of them have to come back here. Jonah, Cardin, Nick, Gracey, and especially that Caylee. Teryaki says, Violet the optimist, though. That sick ding dong would help anyone, even them. Fartbutt groans. I forgot. Well have to get her, too. Get us where? I thought, alone in the outskirts of the woods. They passed me by. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sneak over to Fartbutts cabin to see is why she was really putting us through those tests of hers. Something wasnt right about it. Anyways, I was going to start on my way to her office, when a pair of hands clasped my mouth and started to drag me away. I wanted to scream for Gracey, Jonah, Nick, and Cardin, but figured that even if I did, no-one would hear me. I tried to bite Teriyakis hand (I knew it was Teriyaki because of the

conversation I just heard), but it didnt work. She tasted like barf mixed with old milk, raw chicken, and dog poo smashed together. Ew. The light in, well, wherever I was flickered on. Decided to sneak out at night, VanHoops? Teriyaki asked, looking threatening with assorted weapons on a table from earlier. Fartbutt walks out and I ask with a large attitude, What do you want with me? The two laugh together. We want to help you. Fartbutt said. You see, youre not strong enough to stay in Camp Willfort. If you join our child army, started in 1990, you can stay here forever. Your friends can mostly stay, but you are a definite no. Please, join our army. Fartbutts voice dropped to a whisper. We have to rebel against our co-worker, Violet, and the Children of Hope. She just doesnt know. Teriyaki asked, Will you join? I left them hanging, but I was sure of my answer since I first heard them mention child army. After leaving them, I said, I would never help you. Ever. Their unusually calm faces turned to the usual upset ones.

Alright, then. Teryaki said, picking up a medical needle from the table with weapons. Violet, come here! Then she turned back to me. You decided.

7. NickThinking Cardin. I whisper, shaking him. Carrrrdinnnn. Shut up, Otis. He says in his sleep, looking annoyed. He pretends to brush

his little brother away. Theres only one solution to this problem, I learned it at a school lock-in last year. I grab my million-year-old MP3 player and start the song they will play at my funeral. I skip to the worst part. BABY! BABY! BABY! OOOOOH! Cardin sits up immediately, wide awake, and I say, Come on, or else the torture will continue. Cardin looks groggy when I stop the music, but he reluctantly gets a fresh pair of clothes on and follows me to what is now the breakfast cabin. Jonah and Gracey are already waiting for us. Gracey seems fidgety and nervous. Have you seen Caylee? she asks, flipping her sausage through her syrup for her pancakes. Nope. Shorry. Cardin says through a mouthful of scrambled eggs and bacon. No. I say, taking a swig of orange juice.

Gracey keeps fidgeting and saying syllables, which can actually be more annoying than Allen Rundy. Nee nee nee nee nee nee nee nee. She says nervously. Thank God breakfast was over! We had to report straight to the totem pole, where Fartbutt said that Caylee decided to go home. Its the same story every year. Some kid, maybe two or three, suddenly decides to go home. The four of us looked at each other and sat, slack jawed. Oh, no. Cardin said. Caylees gone. I said. No one in all of camp knew what it meant for a kid to go home, so everyone forgot. Well, today, youll all be writing letters to your parents, because were in the middle of camp, so they might want to know how youre doing.

Dear Mom and Dad, As usual, Im not the happiest camper in the tent, but this year has been interesting. Jonah, a normal kid, came. Hes pretty rad. Hes my second best friend, next to Cardin. As usual, Fartbutt is her usual stupid self. I still hate her, and now, Teriyaki. She sucks. Jonah broke his arm. Caylee is missing. SOS. I hate it here. Love, Nick Carver
Ok, like I would send that to my parents! I crumpled it up and threw it away. Nobody else had written anything. Jonah wrote STAR WARS on his page. Cardin wrote, Dear Poo Face. Gracey doodled, like she usually did, and I

noticed Allen was drawing hamburgers and putting hearts around them. I decided to use my time. I flipped over the paper and wrote, Where could Caylee be? and passed it to Cardin. Harrow, the fat leader with Allen in his group, somehow spotted me passing the note to Cardin. Nick. He said sharply. He was Teryakis sister, and now known as Hawk Eye. He read the note and grinned. He leaned over to me and whispered, Youre next.

8. CardinScared

Finally, letter writing time was over. We went to lunch, where Fartbutt walked in. There is a free trip out to the woods for any campers who want to come. She smiled, fooling nearly everybody. Well, we know whos not going. Gracey whispered to me. I nodded, agreeing. I threw my fork in my mashed potatoes and through the commotion of the lunch cabin after Fartbutt left, I cried, THIS! IS! SPARTA!!! And it felt like it.

We have to find Caylee. Seriously. Jonah said. Yeah. Nick agreed, Camp is almost over, and Mrs. VanH. Would be seriously upset if Caylee didnt come home. Well, I think we all agree. Lets go search camp. I said. We were in Cabin 489, even though Gracey shouldnt be in our cabin. Alright. Lets go. She said. She stopped leaning on the wall, and us three guys leaped off the beds. Where should we start? I ask. Well split up. Nick said, like the leader of the group, Just look around. Everywhere. In the bathroom, in the lunch cabin kitchen, in the totem pole (yes, I mean in the totem pole), in every nook, cranny, and corner

of this camp, right? Right. Jonah agrees, saluting Nick. Just after Gracey opened the door, everyone bolted out. Okay. I said to Nick, Who goes where? Nick thought about it for a few seconds. We were lucky the Camp was divided into four sections. Nick put Gracey to search the bigger part, the Pine Wing; Jonah went to the Berry Wing. I was assigned the Wood Wing, and Nick had the smallest part, the Squirrel Wing. We all nodded and went our separate ways. The Wood Wing was the one we were standing in right now, so my search would be easy. This wing was only full of cabins, so if I asked around in all the cabins then my job would be easy. I went to

cabin 490, which was Carters, Mikes, and Arnolds cabin. I knocked on the door, flipping the numbers on their sign so that it read 046. Carter came to the door. What do you want, Cardin? he asked. What, is it Gracey? Arnold teased Carter. Everyone thought the two were an item. Shut up, Arnold. Carter said back into the cabin. Then he turned back to me. What? Do? You? Want? Carter asked. By the sounds of it, they were watching a movie on Carters portable DVD player. Wheres Caylee? I ask him roughly. I dont know. He replies, as roughly as I asked him. Fine. But if she says it was you when we find her, youre a dead man walking. I turned around and left.

After what seemed like hours later, my job was done. Not so easy, I conclude. Nobody had seen her, but Allen bets that Fartbutt is hiding her somewhere. I report back to the cabin, where everyone but Caylee waits. No luck for anyone? Nick asks. I shake my head, feeling disappointed. I let everyone down. The camp P.A. hummed on. For all campers wishing to participate, the Forest Hike is about to begin. The Forest Hike is about to begin. The voice announcing was one I had never heard before. Suddenly, Gracey had a light bulb. I know were going on the Hike. Youll follow me if you really want to help Caylee. She left in a hurry, and out the door.

9.

GraceyCrutches The guys meet me at the edge of the woods, where a small group of kids, Fartbutt, Teriyaki, and a staff girl who was about seventeen and who was Goth stood. Terri, if youll take it from here. Fartbutt said, leaving because she wasnt properly dressed. Right. Teriyaki said. Lets go. Now. We followed her, at the very back of the group. The other girl stood there, too. Let me guess. She said with a surprisingly happy 1tone. Gracey, Nick, Cardin, and Jonah. Youre looking for Caylee. Yeah. I say, How do you know? Im Violet, she said, I lead the Children of Hope. I know what happened to her. I was there. Violet is suddenly quiet. Teriyaki has stopped at a great looking slide Dont trust her. Violet tells us. We know. Jonah gives her a serious nod as he holds up his cast. We climb up the ladder, worried what will happen wrong.

Callisto, youre first. Teriyaki says. Im surprised that she got my name right. But that didnt matter right now. I dont want to go. I say, resisting. That comment was useless, though, because Teriyaki forced me in the slide tunnel and pushed me. At a fork in the tunnel, the two sides were marked BROKEN. In large letters. I decided to let myself go down the middle slide. But, there was a missing panel! What, what, what was I going to do?! But I didnt have time to think of anything. The fifteen foot fall was bad. I landed on my leg, protecting most everything else, but it made a crunch like dry cereal on burnt toast. AAAHHHHHHH! I hear someone slipping down the slide, but they seem to go right over the hole. The pain is almost never ending. I recognize Jonah speeding down the slide. Find Caylee! I shout. I get up and hobble over to a small log cabin where the slide ends in. The slide ends in the chimney of the cabin. I have to enter through the back door. I turn the knob as slowly as possible. Ive got to be as quiet as possible, because God knows whats in there and whos in there.

Theres a small room, probably just a side room, where there is a bed, nightstand, vanity dresser, bookshelf, a small cord phone in the wall, and a small collection of stuffed animals. On the wall, there was a picture. It was of a bunch of kids, staring angrily at a camera. They were in this room. The sign the biggest kid was holding read: Trench Army of Children. Below that was a picture that was the exact opposite of Trench Army of Children. It was a happy picture, and it didnt surprise me that it was Violets Children of Hope. I continued searching the room. There, sitting on the chair in front of the vanity, was, well Caylee!

10. NickBusted!

The slide was a pretty epic ride, Ill admit. But whats behind this? AHAHAHAHAHA! Teriyaki laughed. I cant believe you all fell for that trick! She looks smug as Fartbutt says in a harsh, commanding voice, You WILL join my army! Or else she put a chair with a girl in it in front of us. Jonah, Cardin, and I (I had no idea where Gracey was, which was kind of unsettling) all gasped. She was sitting with her hands tied behind her back, her hair roughly undone, her glasses lost somewhere, and with a gag in her mouth. Fartbutt left us to stand in horror before she continued, Or else she doesnt come home. EVER. And neither will all of you. I would never help Fartbutt lead a child army, but its either that or never help anyone at anything again.

After nobody had said anything for a while, she snapped and a ton of people age ranging 22 to 8 popped out of a secret panel in the floor. Mysterious! They surrounded us, looking like they would carry us away and throw us in the swimming lake. Cardin, Jonah, Lexi, Carina, Carter, Caylee, Arnold, Mike, and I- we all had to say our prayers, because it was about to get tough. We were about to get it, when suddenly

PUT YOUR HANDS UP, TRENCH FARANKLE! shouted a tough looking police officer. He was wearing a pair of Ray-Bans, pointing a police gun like the one Gracey picked up a few days ago at Mrs. Fartbutts brains (or, whatever sludge was up there) with his right hand, and

had a donut with pink frosting and flower sprinkles in his other hand. She was about to run through a door leading to another room, but the door opened itself and there stood Gracey (albeit on one leg), holding a large picture frame in a threatening way (I guess it is possible to do that). Everyone was confused. Mrs. Farankle stood like there was nowhere to run; Teriyaki looked frustrated and like her head would explode any second; Cardin, Jonah, and the rest of us who took the hike were silent, Gracey looked proud and victorious, the cop did nothing, and Caylee, who had somehow managed to take the gag off, shouted, Can someone PLEASE get me off of this chair?!

11. CayleeGoodbye, Mrs. Farankle Minutes later, we got the victory we craved. Mrs. Fartbutt was in cuffs. Anything you want to say to these kids? Officer Dotter asked her. One thing. Mrs. Fartbutt replied. Gracey, who was now on a pair of crutches and totally fine, whispered to me, and I suddenly started singing along quietly, So! Get out, get out, get out of my head! We had gotten to Verse 2 by the time Fartbutt started talking. You kids! Normally, I would have you giving your cabins a thorough scrub. But tell Violet her Children of Hope they dont have long. JSE will rise! She was actually being nice. Wow. Dont come back, because there might be someone worse than me running camp. She said. Her response, which was a good one from Nick, was, Well, dont worry. We can handle them.

12. EpilogueMrs. Fartbutt Farankle! Dearest Violet, I hope alls well with running camp. God, I bet its camp Sunshine now. You wouldnt know the first thing about running a camp. You couldnt run anything, actually. I would rather have my niece Teri run it, but shes accompanied me here at Travis prison. Let the kids remember me. JSE WILL RISE! Hoping you dont receive this, Trench A. Farankle

Note from/about the author

All right, you. Go up to the second page of this story. See the little up there? That means Copyright. Since the Schoolyard Series, all the books, are Copyrighted, you cant take this story and claim it as your own. The 5 are watching you.

Hi. Im Gabby Cruz. Im author of the Schoolyard Series, which were the first books of mine I let the public read. If you want more stories by me, go to www.gabbysstories.weebly.com! More Schoolyard Series!!!
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