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neon angel | college!au armin x fem!reader

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☼ —genre: romance, modern/college!AU, comedy

☼ —parings: armin x fem!reader, mikasa/annie, (mentioned) jean/marco, (mentioned) historia/yimir

☼ —warnings: alcohol , language, too many board game references

☼ —a/n: my submission for the lovely kirei's (@kireirengoku's) wonderful #EndofSummer☀ event!

The music is loud enough that you feel it in your feet, your chest, even your fingertips, as soon as you enter the house. Heavy bass that radiate through the party like a pulse.

“Remind me why we’re here again?” You cup your hands, leaning close to your roommate, Annie’s, ear.

Though you can’t hear it you see her sigh. Her neutral expression remains in place, but you can tell that she’s already as worn out as you are.

“Don’t worry, Mika, knows we’re just stopping in for a minute.”

Annie and Mikasa have only been going out for a few months, but the fact that Annie’s willing to go to a house party like this for the sake of her girlfriend speaks volumes about her feelings for her. Half the reason the two of you get along so well is because you’re both homebodies, more than happy to marathon a television series together or study rather than go out and participate at any of the many student events held around campus (unless there was free food, then the two of you might make an exception).

Not that you don’t have friends per se. Annie had introduced you to her high school social group made up of two guys, Bertholdt and Reiner. They were nice, and it was clear that Annie thought highly of the two of them. The four of you can pal around together or cram for exams at one another's respective apartments. It’s nice, comfortable.

Tonight isn’t like that though. Tonight, Annie’s wearing a shimmery eyeshadow that she picked up at the campus drugstore and has swapped out her usual hoodie for a fitted black shirt with a few daring mesh cut outs. And even though you know that she’s hugely dreading the raucous evening you two are about to embark on, clearly some part of her is excited.

She’s putting in the effort for someone she cares about. Which means you should probably do the same.

“Go and find her. I’m gonna go do some damage over there.” You jerk your thumb towards a table covered in various snacks and drinks, that’s just barely visible between a crowd of people.

The corner of her mouth quirks up and she briefly bumps you with her elbow. “Thanks. I’ll come find you soon when I need to escape.”

With that she slips away into the crowd. Resigning yourself to a loud and long evening, you make your way to the snacks table. the majority of them have taken a good beating, after all, the party has been underway for a while. You opt for one of the cans of orange soda stashed in a cooler beneath the table—you’d agreed to be the designated driver for the evening (and somehow, you got the feeling that Annie might end up not going home with you anyhow).

The drink is too sweet but it’s better than nothing. Sipping at it slowly makes you feel at least a tiny bit less like a sore thumb.

“Yo! Aren’t we in class together? Eighteenth-century Lit?” A loud voice says next to you, making you jump.

For a moment you don’t recognize the girl, but after a second you vaguely recall seeing her napping on the far side of the lecture hall, face down in her text book.

“Sasha, right?” You ask, somehow managing to drag her name from the depths of your memory.

She grins brightly at you, making her glitter freckles twinkle in the low lighting of the living room. “The one and only! I’m so glad to see you. I have no fucking clue who any of these people are.”

Her familiarity takes you back for a moment, but you can’t help but agree. “Seriously, are we sure they even go here?”

Sasha tugs the cooler and you help her set it down on the far side of the room, in front of the closet doors.” She reaches past you to snag one of the many bags of mini-peanut butter filled pretzels on the table.

Jean? You’d heard of the business major and caught Annie hate-scrolling through his instagram after she learned he’d tried hitting on Mikasa once, but never actually met the guy.

Sasha holds out the bag of pretzels and you take one. “So, you wanna go somewhere more fun? Me and my friends are hanging out upstairs where it isn’t so loud. I’m only here on a mission to steal their snacks ‘n’ shit.”

For a second you hesitate, before nodding. “Sounds like a plan. Glad that I decided to sweat a jacket with pockets.”

Sasha beams. “I knew we were gonna get along. You get the rest of the pretzels, I’m gonna see how many of those mini candy bars I can feasibly hold. Also, get ready. We’re gonna have to carry the cooler together.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth she’s sped to the other end of the table scooping handfuls of the candies out of their respective bowl. Frantic, you chug the rest of your soda and make good use of your jacket pockets, filling them with bags of pretzels. Since you still have some room, you scoop up some chips as well.

“Nicely done,” Sasha says, slightly out of breath as she returns to your side. “Now the big boy, I’ll get the left, you get the right.”

There’s no time to point out how the idea could backfire on the two of you, since she’s already crouching and scooping up one side of the drinks cooler that's' full of sodas, wine coolers, and a few random varieties of mini ice cream as well. Quickly, you move to help her, lifting up the other side.

“What are we going to do if someone tries to stop us?” You hiss under your breath.

Sasha just laughs and shrugs as best she can while supporting the weight of your cargo. “Tell ‘em we’re getting more ice. They’re drunk anyway, I don’t think anyone’s paying much attention to us.”

She has a point: no one around you seems at all fazed by your actions, all far too wrapped up in the music and one another. You two are effectively invisible. Belatedly, you realize that you have no idea where you are going with your hoard of stolen snacks. Thankfully, Sasha guides you carefully around the edge of the fray and towards the stairs.

“Hey, Sasha, what’re you doing with the cooler?” A voice shouts as the two of you entire the kitchen.

You freeze briefly, but Sasha doesn’t look concerned.

“The fuck does it look like, Jean? Getting you more ice, or do you like warm beer?”

You manage to locate the source of the voice, a man with bright, two-toned hair that’s leaning out of the fray of dancers with his head and shoulders. He pushes down his pair of star-shaped sunglasses to give you both a look over before shrugging.

“It’s in the cooler on the porch!” He yells, before disappearing once more.

Sasha shakes his head. “Like taking candy from a baby. C’mon, up the stairs we go.”

Together the two of you somehow manage to carry the heavy blue cooler up the steps, bashing it against both of your shins a half-dozen times in the process.

“Just a little further,” she assures you as you reach the upper landing. “Down the hall on the left.”

You spy the door she’s speaking of: there’s only one with light spilling out from underneath it.

Sasha bumps her shoulder against the door repeatedly when you reach it. “Can one of you idiots give us a hand?”

There’s muffled voices from within and then the door swings open, revealing a short man with cropped hair and a surprised look on his face.

“Connie, move! This cooler is heavier than it looks.” Sasha barrels right past him and into the room, taking you with her.

The door shuts behind you, insulating you from the blaring music echoing from the first floor. It’s a bedroom, you realize, lit by soft fairy lights. The furniture has been shoved to the edges of the room to make space for the gathering taking place: a huddle of people sit on the floor, shoulder to shoulder around a spread out deck of cards, clearly in the middle of a game.

“Annie?” You blink, surprised to see your roommate sitting beside Mikasa.

“Oh.” She doesn’t seem nearly as surprised to see you. “Hey.”

Sasha tugs the cooler and you help her set it down on the far side of the room, in front of the closet doors.

“Thanks for the help!” She says straightening up and making a sweeping gesture. “Welcome to the real party.”

It does seem like a better gathering than the one downstairs. There’s laughter and actual conversation rather than just shouting to be heard over the music. For the first time that night you feel yourself begin to relax.

The two of you unload your pockets onto the nearby desk. Sasha’s friend, Connie, zooms over as you do so, proclaiming it an ‘absolutely bitchin’ haul!’ and you can’t help but laugh.

Sasha tosses you a bag of candy-covered chocolates “Thanks for your help. Sit down and make yourself at home.” Moment’s later she’s whisked away by Connie, the two of them muttering something about ‘fireworks.’

You turn, catching your roommate’s eye. Annie jerks her chin at the empty space next to her and you cross the room to sit beside her.

“I see you found Mikasa.”

“More like I found her,” Mikasa says dryly. “Lurking in the kitchen. Like a grumpy statue.”

Annie shrugs. “It worked, didn’t it?”

She blushes as Mikasa clicks her cinder bottle against Annie’s root beer. “Sure it did.”

“Do you know everyone here?” you ask the couple.

Both nod. Mikasa points at a pair of girls on the far side of the room, one blonde and the other brunette. They’re wearing matching bracelets and the blonde one keeps tossing pieces of popcorn up in the air for the other to catch triumphantly.

“Historia and Yimir. They are engaged...I think. Unclear.” Mikasa says, before pointing at Sasha and Connie. “You’ve already met those two. Which leaves Marco and Mina.” She nods at a tall, freckled boy who is caught up in an animated conversation with a girl in pigtails. “They’re cousins. Marco’s dating Jean for some unknown reason."

That’s a surprise. “Wonders never cease.”

Mikasa snorts. “Precisely. And then there’s Eren, my brother, and Armin.” Neither of the men appear to actually be in the room, considering that everyone is accounted for. “Whenever they come back from...wherever they’ve gone.” She shakes her head. “I keep saying that I’ll introduce you to them, but it—”

The door bangs open, cutting her off.

First is a tall young man, with dark hair falling down around his face and a dark hoodie on. There’s something vaguely familiar about him...this must be Eren. You’d seen a photo of him and Mikasa as children before that was on her kitchen fridge. He looks different, but still recognizable with his wide grin and bright green eyes.

“We brought the good shit you guys!” He declares loudly.

“More food?” Connie asks, hopefully.

Annie chimes in,"Hard liquor?"

Eren laughs, rolling his eyes. “Better.” He steps to the side so another young man can enter with a board game tucked under his arm. “I present to you, the best of all party games: Twister, motherfuckers.”

"Christ Eren, quit the door impression and move

You’re fairly sure that Eren keeps talking, but you barely notice as you're far too busy staring at the person who you can only assume is Armin.

Really, you’d like to think that you aren’t a shallow person. People are more than how they appear, defined by qualities far more profound than outward appearance.

That said, there’s no other words to describe it—Armin’s fucking beautiful.

And you’d be lying if you said otherwise.

Soft-looking blonde hair just barely long enough to be pulled back. Big blue irises made bluer by the smear of gold glitter over his lids. A bright smile as he rolls his eyes at Eren’s antics. He’s dressed casually in a loose white button down, grey oversized cardigan, and jeans with holes in the knees.

Perhaps more distracting than his appearance; however, is the fact that you know him...or at least had seen him prior to tonight.

It happened at the beginning of the semester. You had been knee deep in the archival book section of the library, trying to decipher your professor's handwriting as you looked for the text she suggested you analyze for extra credit. It was impossible to read her messy scrawl, the title running together into the reference number.

The library wasn’t normally a place where one thinks to pay attention to one's surroundings, but you should have that day, as moments later someone slammed into you, nearly sending you flying. You just barely managed to catch yourself on the side of the bookcase.

"Holy shit, are you alright?!" a concerned voice asked. "I'm so sorry about this, I should have been watching where I was walking."

Getting a hold of yourself you looked at the person who'd just run into you. Really, you'd wanted to chew him out for it, but the irritation you felt evaporated as you took in the sight of the frazzled, albeit painfully cute young man. His collar was sticking up on one side, glasses pushed onto his forehead, messily holding back his bangs.

"Seriously, are you okay? You didn't hit your head or anything right?" He sounded a bit panicked, eyes wide with worry.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it. Are you alright?"

"I'm okay. I completely didn't see you." He huffs rubbing the back of his neck as his face heats up in embarrassment. "I guess I should pay more attention to visitors."

It's only then that you noticed the ID card hanging from a lanyard around his neck. "You work here?"

He beamed at you. "Yep! I'm one of the shelving staff."

Looking at you again he seemingly saw the paper in your hand. "Is that what you were trying to find?"

You nod. "It's a bit...completely unreadable to me."

"May I?"

"Please." You passed him the note. He slid down his glasses, peering at it closely. "I assume you didn't write this?"

"Nope."

He looked at it again, eyebrows rising. "Wait a second." He turned walking to the end of the aisle where you then noticed a rolling cart full of books. He pulled one off of the shelf, lifting it triumphantly. "Got it."

When he handed it to you, you saw that it was the exact text you were looking for.

"No wonder it was so hard to find." He grins at you before glancing at the watch on his wrist. "Ah, sorry, but I've got to run. All these books need to get put away before my shift ends in ten minutes. Good luck with the studying, I'll see you around!"

Before you had time to respond, he zoomed away from you, back to the cart and pushed it out of sight down further among the aisles, the old wheels squealing.

It's only when he's gone that you realize you never learned his name, major...anything really.

Since then you'd kept an eye out for him whenever you were in the library, but hadn't seen him since...until tonight that is.

It’s only when his gaze meets yours that you realize you’ve been caught staring. Quickly you look over at Annie and Mikasa, the pair seemingly unamused by the other two’s arrival.

“Hey Mikasa. Annie,” Eren looks between them and you. “Who’s this?”

Annie introduces you briefly and he nods along. “Cool. Nice to finally meet you.”

He seems friendly, intense, but well-intentioned all the same. The two of you chat for a moment, and you can’t recall a single thing that he says about what his major is or what made him choose this university. No, you’re far too busy catching sight of Armin beyond his shoulder, talking animatedly with Sasha.

The fairy lights behind him catch off of the frames of his glasses and the dangly sun and moon earrings that twinkle back and forth as he laughs.

"Oi." Annie snaps her fingers in front of your face. "Pay some damn attention. Are you in or out for monopoly?"

"Oh, I’m in, I guess?"

She rolls her eyes before tossing a game piece to you—the tophat. "Try and look at least a little interested then."

You allow your focus to be torn away from Armin, trying your best to concentrate on the game unfolding. Thankfully, Mikasa and Annie pull you in with their silent but fierce competition, along with Eren's seemingly complete lack of a strategy altogether.

"Wow, you're kinda getting your ass handed to you" a voice chimes in.

You're not sure when Armin appeared behind both Mikasa and Eren, looking over the board with thinly-veiled amusement.

"Does this seem like the time for feedback?" Mikasa says flatly.

He laughs brightly, sitting down between the two of them. "And here I was about to generously dole out advice to you both, free of charge."

"Bullshit," Mikasa snorts. "You're going to make us trade for it like last time—I swear I'm not doing your laundry again."

Armin bats his eyes innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Have you thought about purchasing one of the railroads?"

Mikasa sighs, setting down his piece on the 'short line' railroad square. She shoots you a sharp glare before slapping down a stack of multicolored money in front of you. "She owns all of them."

"Seriously?" His eyebrows rise. "What about utilities?"

"Also hers."

"Fucking hell guys—tell me you at least have either Boardwalk or Park Place?"

Eren lets out a groan. "Armin, stop, this is getting depressing. Just look at me and Mika's property cards and then be silently disappointed like usual, alright?"

Looking not the least bit deterred Armin, nods. "Gotcha. Hand them over then."

He thumbs through Eren and Mikasa's collection of properties with a growing look of disbelief. "You guys have seriously got to be joking."

Mikasa huffs sliding closer to Annie. "Team up with me?"

"Sounds good." She slides her disorganized pile of money over toward Mikasa's neat stacks of bills.

"Hey, that's definitely cheating!" Eren protests.

"It's the power of true love, bitch," Annie says flatly, raising her fist to bump it against Mikasa's. "I'm sorry your lonely-ass can't handle it."

"Fine, hey—" he turns toward you. "Wanna work together?"

You freeze, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, Armin’s snickering comes to your rescue. Your eyes meet, his sparkling with humor. You wonder if he has any recollection of the two of you meeting before. Probably not, considering that he probably encounters dozens of other students a day while working.

"Really, Eren, can you think of any incentive for her to do that? Not that your...impressive assets aren't enticing." He winks. "I gotta say though, watching from the sidelines is kinda dull."

He stands, padding around the circle to plop down beside you.

"So," he turns, close enough that you feel as though you could count the long, swooping lashes that frame his eyes. "Want to team up?"

You swallow hard. "Do you suck at this?"

"Nope."

"Sure then."

Eren waves a hand at the two of you, looking at Mikasa. "See? This is why we need to instate a 'no teaming up with Armin for games' because clearly his sheer brainiac-power gives him an unfair advantage."

Mikasa leans against Annie's shoulder. "Don't be bitter. Armin can team up with whoever he wants."

Distantly, you hear Eren complaining and seemingly attempting to rope a clueless Marco into being on his team. You can't really pay attention to any of it though, not with Armin's knee bumping against yours as he leans closer to discuss strategy with you.

"We both know you don't need my help with this. I'll be honest the odds of you not winning are pretty slim at this point," he breathes, softly enough that, while you think Mikasa catches his words, the others certainly do not. "So really, us teaming up is more to annoy the shit out of Eren than anything."

"Works for me." You roll the dice, sailing past 'Go' on the board and landing on the Community Chest card.

"Great." He grins at you. "Do you want anything to drink? I'm going to go see if Jean actually managed to buy anything good...or at least not expired this time."

You don't know why you say it. "You're supposed to be really smart right? Smart enough to figure out what I want to drink without me telling you, perhaps?"

He blinks at you, looking as surprised as you feel. "Er...maybe? It's not exactly the same as studying marine biology, but I can give it a shot."

He stands and scans his eyes over you analytically, as though trying to take in every tiny detail.

Honestly, you aren't even thirsty, you just want to see what he comes up with.

"Do you have any allergies? I'm guessing not anything severe since I don't see an epi-pen on you, but still, that would make for an incredibly shit surprise."

"Nothing to worry about."

"Cool. Be right back."

You turn back to the game, drawing a card.

The gameplay progresses. It's easier to focus without him next to you, though you can't help but strain your ears for anything Armin might be saying.

Even so, you're surprised when something icy cold touches your cheek, making you jump.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. Hopefully this is to your tastes."

It's blue—an unnatural neon turquoise.

"I've got no idea if it's good." He sits beside you again and hands you the frigid bottle. "Figured that you'd want to try something interesting at the very least."

"Thanks." You crack the seal on the top and are greeted by a lively fizzing sound. You take a tentative sip. "Oh, it's like...blue raspberry...maybe? It's good either way."

He laughs, cracking open the top of the fizzy orange soda he selected for himself. "Well, I'm glad to hear that."

The game continues on for another twenty minutes as you and Armin collect the last of the available properties on the board, Eren declares bankruptcy, and just prior to you securing your official win, Annie "accidentally" flips the entire board with her steel-toed combat boots.

Eren stands and stretches. "Sick move Leonhardt, I knew I liked you for a reason."

Armin rolls his eyes. "You guys are insufferable. And predictable. Can't decide which is worse."

"Finally!" Sasha shouts from across the room. "That was taking you guys forever. Now, who is in for Twister and who's out? Whoever isn't playing has to go and get more ice by the way."

"I'm playing!" Eren says with a dramatic stretch as he stands.

Annie and Mikasa share a long moment of intense eye contact which you can only assume is some form of silent communication between them. "Yeah we're in."

"Alrighty then," Connie says, nodding. "Since my lady and I are certainly playing, plus Marco because he's the resident Twister King—patent pending on that one—that means that the two of you are on ice duty." He waves a hand gesturing at you and Armin.

He shrugs. "Fine with me, I'm not looking to get kicked in the head again."

"I know where the ice is," you volunteer, heart stuttering at the thought of being alone with him.

Really, you're well aware of the fact that Armin has no goddamn clue who you are and probably would rather be spending his time with his friends, but it doesn't change the fact that you're elated.

Maybe it's because it's the end of Summer—the first autumn leaves swirling past the windows outside, the promise of months of study to come.

Either way you find yourself filled with a strange determination. You're not going to let this night slip away without letting Armin know that you're interested in him.

Hell, it's not like you have anything to lose.

"Well, that's perfect then." He shoots another angelic smile your way, turning and heading to the door.

He holds it open for you to path through, before shutting it behind you both.

Out in the hallway, the music from the first floor is booming loudly, making your teeth feel as though they're rattling.

The crowd seems even more energized than before, a wall of people blockading the staircase and filling the previously-empty kitchen. And , of course, blocking your exit out onto the back porch where the ice is.

"This poses a bit of an obstacle."

You swallow hard. As annoying as the crowd is, it gives you a golden opportunity.

"A bit. Seems like it's time for a classic strategy." You hold out your hand toward him. "Here, if you wouldn't mind."

He quirks an eyebrow at you, but takes your hand, his glittery blue polish catching the light. "I don't mind. But what's your plan?"

"Brute force," you tell him, shouldering your way into the crowd.

Armin's laugh is drowned out in the thumping bass music and the chatter of the dozens of people around you. Still, you don't think you're ever going to forget the warmth of his hand as it squeezes yours, or the way the LEDs reflect off his eyes when you glance back at him.

Beautiful.

After what feels like an eternity you make it through the kitchen and out onto the back porch, finally breaking free of the sweaty throng.

It feels like a different world out here, surrounded in the faintly cool summer air. There’s fireflies winding their way through the yard of the house, lazily drifting up the empty street.

Armin slams the door behind you, leaning back against it with a relieved sigh. “Holding hands was a good idea...I can’t believe we made it through that.”

You shrug, sitting down on top of the ice cooler to catch your breath. “Never underestimate the power of sheer will. And violent elbowing.”

He chuckles and straightens up. “Fair enough. Can I sit with you?”

You slide over, making room for him on the cooler. “Be my guest. Can’t promise it’s very comfortable though.”

He sits down beside you on the cooler, running a hand through his hair. There’s barely any space between your sides now, shoulders and elbows brushing with the slightest movement. You can feel the warmth leeching off of him.

“You know, I was pretty surprised to see you here,” he says, tilting his head back to look at the night sky. “Do you remember when I—”

“When you ran into me in the library?” You snort. “Yeah, I do.”

He smiles, face briefly lit by a passing car’s headlights. “That’s a relief. I was sure you didn’t recognize me”

“You made a...strong first impression,” You admit.

He looks away, seemingly embarrassed. Though you can’t see his face, you get the feeling he’s blushing. “I suppose almost concussing someone will do that.”

You aren’t sure but he sounds almost...disappointed. Like he’s holding back saying something.

Which is pretty rich coming from you, considering you;ve done nothing but hold your tongue all evening.

“I didn’t mean because you ran into me.”

Nervous energy buzzes in your fingers and you twist them in the hem of your sleeve as you watch him swallow hard. He still hasn’t looked at you, gaze resting steadily on the side of the house.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you were beautiful—I still think that.”

For a long moment there’s nothing but silence. Then Armin laughs, doubling over and hiding his face in his hands as his shoulders shake.

Your stomach twists into a sharp knot. God, why did you even say anyth— “You aren’t messing with me, right?” He peeks at you between his fingers. “Eren didn’t put you up to this shit, did he?”

You blink at him, shocked. “What, no! What are you talking about?”

He huffs, straightening. “He’s heard me talk about you—or well, more about keeping an eye out for you around campus—for a while.”

Now that he’s facing you, you can clearly see the bright red blush painting over his features as he looks anywhere but at you. Shit, that’s way too cute.

“Does that mean you like me?” You blurt, unable to hold back any longer.

“Of course it does—” The sound of a window opening overhead makes him stop short.

From the second floor, you spy a familiar figure waving to you both. Eren’s leaning out, Mikasa as well as she seemingly attempts to pull him back inside. “Hey, you two!”

“Eren, what the hell are you doing?” Armin shouts.

“Has he told you that he has a crush on you yet, library-girl? Sorry for forgetting your name—but Armin really fucking likes you!” He gives you both the thumbs-up gesture, smiling wide.

Annie appears yanking him back inside by his collar. “Shut your ass up, Jaeger, and stop interfering. You aren’t cupid, idiot.” She turns, nodding at you. “You guys are cute, but we really need that ice.”

With that she slams the window shut. A long, awkward silence stretches out between the two of you, neither one sure how to pick up the conversation you were having before.

Armin groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Kill me please.”

You allow him a moment to stew before speaking: “Do you like coffee?”

“What?”

“Do you like coffee? Because I know a really good place a little ways from campus.”

He looks completely astonished. “Are you asking me out?”

“Sure does it seem like that?” You grin at him and bump your elbow against his side. “So, coffee? Or no coffee?”

“Yes, always coffee.” He nods rapidly, earrings twinkling with the movement.

“It’s a date then.” You stand and stretch. “It seems like they really need the ice.”

He sighs and climbs off the cooler too. “Yes. Unfortunately. I’m sorry my friends are…this way.”

“I like them.” You push open the cooler and grab one of the bags of convenience store ice. “Ready to go.”

He gives you a bashful smile. “Yeah, I guess we can’t avoid them forever.”

This time it’s Armin that holds out his hand. You take it, lacing your fingers together tightly and step back into the whirl of the party.

It might be the end of summer, but you can’t help but feel that this is the beginning of something amazing.

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