1 When my boyfriend, whose year-end bonus was a measly $4,000, found out I had bought a $12,000 mink coat for the holidays, he went completely ballistic. "Chloe, are you insane?" "Is this coat plated in gold or encrusted with diamonds? It costs three times my bonus!" He grabbed me and aggressively tried to drag me toward the door. "While the tags are still on, hurry up and come with me to the mall to return it. We can use the refund money to buy holiday gifts for my family." "My mom's back is acting up; I want to buy her a massage chair. You aren't even married into the family yet. If you don't bleed a little now to show your sincerity, how can you expect my mom to dote on you later?" "And my sister, she might be talking marriage after she graduates next year. As her sister-in-law, shouldn't you pitch in for her dowry?" Listening to his self-righteous calculations, I impatiently shook off his hand and seriously scanned the already emptied-out rental apartment. After winning the $10 million grand prize, I threw away all my old stuff. It seems the only thing left to toss was this incredibly low-class boyfriend. ... Seeing me stand still, Arthur got anxious. "Don't think you can stall by staying silent. What I say goes." As he spoke, he reached out, trying to yank the mink coat right off my back. I took a large step backward and smacked his hand away hard. "Why should I return it?" "Do I need to submit an application to you to spend my own money on a holiday outfit?" "What kind of attitude is that!" Arthur clutched his stinging hand, spit flying from his mouth. "We are going to get married. There is no 'your money' or 'my money', it's our money!" "Since it's our money, and you're spending it wrong, why shouldn't I say something?" "Tell me, what kind of woman is as extravagant as you, spending twelve thousand on a single piece of clothing?!" The more he spoke, the angrier he got, his finger nearly poking my nose. "Do you have any idea what that twelve thousand could do?" "My mom is complaining about back pain; five thousand could buy a very nice massage chair. Another five thousand could buy a gold necklace for my sister, and the remaining two thousand could be used for holiday groceries!" "And you actually used it to buy clothes. You are truly a spendthrift!" Hearing the word "spendthrift," I couldn't hold back anymore and slapped him across the face. Over the past three years, he and his family had thrown that word around countless times. I wasn't allowed to eat premium jumbo cherries. If I did, I was a "gluttonous spendthrift" in his mother's mouth. Yet she’d turn around and demand I buy her imported Musang King durians costing hundreds of dollars each, under the guise of "nourishing her body." I wasn't allowed to drink a $9.90 coffee from Luckin. If I did, I was a "vain spendthrift" in his sister's mouth. Yet she would use the Starbucks gift card I gave her to post pictures of her "elegant afternoon tea" on social media every day. I wasn't allowed to take a cab when it rained; I had to squeeze onto the bus or subway. He said a good relationship means sharing hardships, otherwise, I was an ignorant spendthrift! Yet he’d turn around and demand I withdraw my housing provident fund to pay the down payment on his car. Not to mention Disney, a place I had always wanted to go. Every year on my birthday, when I brought it up, Arthur would criticize me for being too old to play with children's things, not knowing how to live practically, and being a spendthrift! In this first love of mine, I always believed that giving was the only way to show true feelings, constantly wronging myself. I thought my sacrifices would be seen, that sincerity would be met with sincerity. But what was the result? His family's life kept getting better and better. Meanwhile, I, who had been consistently promoted and gotten raises over the past three years, earning $20,000 a month—a high earner among my peers—was wearing cheap clearance clothes from discount sites and eating at street stalls. Last month, my dad got sick and desperately needed money. I suddenly discovered that my savings were a mere $5,000! When I asked Arthur for money, he claimed he had put it in a fixed-term deposit and absolutely refused to give me any. In the end, I had to borrow from my best friend. Holding the $30,000 I borrowed, I cried like an idiot in the hospital corridor. After three years of dating, what did I get! I got absolutely nothing. And he still had the nerve to call me a spendthrift! It was utterly ridiculous! Arthur was stunned by the slap. It took him a good while to recover. When he did, he saw that I had already taken a pair of scissors and snipped the tag off the mink coat. As the tag hit the floor. Arthur, ignoring the handprint on his face, shrieked with a contorted expression. "Chloe, are you fucking crazy? Who told you to cut the tag? You can't return it now!" "How am I supposed to buy gifts for my mom and sister now!" I ignored his ugly demeanor, my tone calm. "If I can't return it, I can't return it!" "Besides, I never intended to!" 2 He was completely bewildered by my attitude, slightly dumbfounded. For three years of dating, he had always held the upper hand in our relationship. Ever since he saved me from some thugs, the suspension bridge effect made me think I was desperately in love with him. Before, to save two dollars on bus fare, I would walk three stops with him under the scorching sun. To protect his fragile ego, I scrambled to pay the bill at gatherings with friends, only to eat instant noodles for a week afterward. Even when I first started working and barely had any money myself, if he wanted an iPhone, I would get it for him, even if it meant a 24-month payment plan. It seemed that whenever he frowned, I would reflect on what I had done wrong. He probably thought I was still that soft touch who would obediently fork over money as long as he coaxed me a little or threw a tantrum. But I wasn't anymore. I didn't love him anymore. I didn't even bother looking at him. Instead, I admired myself in the mirror wearing the mink coat, humming a tune. Looking completely disinterested in engaging with him. Arthur couldn't stand it! He slammed his hand hard on the coffee table. "Chloe, I am very unhappy right now. I don't like this version of you!" "You used to be sensible, you used to know how to live practically. How did you become so vain and materialistic?" "Acting like this will only make me hate you!" Seeing I didn't respond, he took a deep breath, pointed at the mink coat I was wearing, and spoke as if he were bestowing a favor. "Since you cut the tag and can't return it, we'll let this slide. I won't hold it against you. But you have to make up for this loss." "You definitely still have a lot of your year-end bonus left, right?" "Hurry up and transfer twenty thousand to me; I need to go buy the massage chair first. I've already talked a big game to my mom. If I don't produce the goods for the New Year, we'll both lose face!" "Lose both our faces?" I covered my mouth and burst out laughing. "We aren't even married; we're just boyfriend and girlfriend. Your mom is your mom, not mine. Why should I honor her? Besides, have I bought few things for your mom and sister over the past three years?" "Have you ever bought anything for my parents, even once?" Arthur guiltily avoided my gaze. I still refused to let him off, sneering: "Furthermore, you didn't work hard yourself and only got a $4,000 bonus. You can't even afford a $5,000 massage chair. What the hell does that have to do with me!" Arthur's ego was bruised, his face turning the color of pig liver. "Chloe, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm poor, a loser, and not good enough for you?" He thought I would deny it, but unexpectedly, I nodded. "Yes, a man who needs his girlfriend to pay for gifts for his own family is really nothing special." "These past three years, you truly haven't been good enough for me." Arthur went crazy, gasping for air. "Apologize, Chloe, apologize immediately!" "Otherwise, I'll break up with you right now!" "Break up?" Hearing me murmur these two words, Arthur straightened his back. He thought I couldn't bear to let him go, waiting for me to compromise like before. After all, he had used this excuse flawlessly over the years. When I refused to buy his sister an iPad, he threatened to break up, and I compromised. When I refused to transfer an $8,888 birthday red envelope to his mom, he threatened to break up, and I apologized and agreed. But this time, I didn't want to compromise. With $8 million hitting my bank account after winning the prize, my wallet was full, and I felt confident and smart. I thought, being so young and so rich, What kind of man couldn't I find? I carefully examined Arthur. For the first time, I judged him without the filter of being his girlfriend. 28 years old, no house, and the car was bought with my money. Currently working as a low-level sales rep at a real estate company. Because of all the business dinners, his belly was bigger than a 5-month pregnant woman's. And because he didn't maintain a healthy lifestyle, his face was severely bloated. He wasn't tall, about 5'8". So average, so greasy. Tsk tsk. How did I ever fall for him? I can't even remember! Thinking of the photos of college boys my best friend sent me—all 6'1", sweet-talking, with abs. I despised Arthur even more. He was just like the trash I had cleared out of the apartment before. Needed to be thrown out immediately. 3 Seeing me staring at him, Arthur felt confident and stood even straighter. Little did he know, this made his belly stick out even more, looking hideous. I really couldn't bear to look anymore, feeling it was an eyesore, and slightly averted my gaze. Arthur thought I was softening, that I was compromising. Just as he was about to reveal a victorious smile, he heard me say. "Okay, let's break up." Afraid he would regret it, I had already walked to the door and pulled it open. "Since we're breaking up, hurry up and leave." Arthur was dumbfounded. Thinking he was hallucinating, he asked uncertainly again. "You really want to break up with me?" I repeated it very firmly. "Yes, break up." He became exasperated, "Fine, fine, fine, break up then!" "But Chloe, don't regret this. Don't come begging me to take you back like before!" He made a show of leaving, but actually slowed his pace, waiting for me to ask him to stay. When my plea didn't come, he stopped and started insulting me. "You're a thirty-year-old woman. Do you think any other man will want you if you leave me?" "Stop dreaming, Chloe. A woman's prime is shorter than a man's. You're worthless at your age!" "As for me, a man at thirty is in his golden years. Without you, a whole bunch of women will be throwing themselves at me." He coughed lightly, as if giving me a final ultimatum. "I'll give you one last chance. Either give me twenty thousand and we'll forget this ever happened, or don't ever expect to see me again." Looking at his punchable face, any thought of an amicable breakup vanished. Since we're breaking up, he needs to spit out all the money I spent on him over the past three years. I wasn't going to let him off easy! "You're right!" Hearing this, Arthur thought I was going to get the money and reached out his hand with a smirk. "A woman's youth is indeed valuable!" "So, as a grown man, you can't take advantage of me. You have to pay back everything I spent on you!" To his shock, I threw a stack of printed A4 billing statements into his hands. "These are all the expenses I covered for you and your family over the past three years. It totals $405,000. I'll wave the five thousand; just pay me back $400,000." "And don't even think about not paying. I will hire a lawyer, and you won't escape a single cent." Before he could react, I yanked him out the door. Before closing it, I deliberately reminded him. "I'm only giving you one week for this money. Otherwise, don't blame me for getting nasty." The door slammed shut. Outside, Arthur snapped out of his daze and exploded, pounding on the door. "Chloe, what the fuck do you mean! What right do you have to ask me for money!" "Doesn't it cost money to hire a gigolo? You took up three years of my life. Isn't my youth worth anything? Haven't you heard that men are boys until they die?" "Let me tell you, don't even dream about me paying this back!" The neighbors, unable to stand the noise, opened their doors and cursed at him. Arthur, tough on the outside but weak on the inside, slinked away. Looking through the peephole and confirming he had really left, I quickly called a moving company. Last week, after cashing in the $10 million prize, I immediately spent a $2 million down payment on a fully furnished luxury penthouse in a high-end complex in the city. Over the past few days, I had bought all the basic soft furnishings, so it was ready for immediate move-in. Now, there were only a few things left in my rental apartment. I would move them all over today. In a few days, I would be able to celebrate the New Year with my parents in a 2,500-square-foot penthouse. 4 Three days later, lying on the $30,000 genuine leather sofa in my new home, my mom was feeding me giant strawberries that cost $40 a pound. I was incredibly comfortable when a call from the contact saved as "Arthur's Mom" came in. My mom asked if I was going to answer it. I decisively rejected it, my tone filled with disgust. "Mom, your daughter has over five million in cash in her pocket now. I'm a millionaire. Arthur is nowhere near good enough for me." "Since we started dating, his mother has always treated me with contempt. Why should I offer my face for her to slap?" My mom flicked my nose. "You, oh you. You've finally woken up." "Your dad and I told you Arthur was no good, but you insisted he saved you, that his character was good, and that we were prejudiced." My dad chimed in, mimicking my righteous tone from back then. "Mom, Dad, I just love Arthur." "Even though he has no money now, I believe he'll give me a home for my sake!" Hearing these words, I got goosebumps all over. I really must have had water on the brain! "Dad, stop it." I transferred $10,000 to my dad. "This is hush money. Didn't you have your eye on a fishing rod recently? Hurry up, buy it, and go fishing." My dad swiftly collected the money, laughing heartily. Meanwhile, after discovering her number was blocked, Arthur's mother panicked and called Arthur. "Son, that wretched girl Chloe, she hasn't really broken up with you, has she? She's not even answering my calls!" "Girls these days aren't easy to fool. It's rare to find one like Chloe who is obedient, frugal, and willing to spend money on our family. Don't let her run away." Arthur's sister, Mia, quickly leaned in to speak. "Yeah, bro. Last month you promised me you'd make Chloe buy me gold jewelry. The New Year is almost here, and many of my roommates have been showing off their gold jewelry. You can't let me lose face." Arthur's expression was grim, but his tone remained confident. "No rush. Give her the cold shoulder for a few days, let her sweat a bit, and set some rules for her while we're at it." "When she regrets it, it won't just be twenty thousand; it'll be forty thousand!" Arthur's mother and Mia started fantasizing. "Right, she has to pay us forty thousand." "When we get the money, bro, I want a ten-thousand-dollar bracelet." Arthur's mother chimed in. "Son, Mom wants a massage chair and a gold necklace." Arthur agreed to everything. After hanging up, he took the initiative to message me for the first time since our fight. [Chloe, my patience has a limit!] He expected an apology, but only saw a red exclamation mark. I had deleted him! He tried calling me, but I had blocked his number! He started to panic. Could I really want to break up? I knew nothing about this. I was picking out clothes for our family to wear tomorrow. We were picking up the $800,000 Porsche tomorrow, so we definitely had to dress well. Early the next morning, we headed straight to the Porsche dealership. My cousin, the store manager, was waiting at the door early to receive us. Arthur, on the other hand, went back to my rented apartment. When he learned from a neighbor that I had moved out, he was dumbfounded. "Bro, do you know where she moved to?" The neighbor shook his head and added. "Didn't you two break up? Since you've broken up, let it end peacefully. Don't pester her, it's undignified." Arthur was stubborn. "I'm not trying to pester her. I can easily live without her." The neighbor sneered and closed the door. Just as Arthur was feeling utterly lost, Mia sent him a photo. It was a picture of me hugging my cousin intimately in front of the Porsche. "Bro, I know why Chloe wanted to break up with you!" "She hooked up with a sugar daddy, and he even bought her a Porsche!" "Bro, she must have been messing around with this guy and cheating on you for a long time!" Arthur was furious, yelling uncontrollably. "Fuck, actually cheating on me. I won't let her get away with this!" He zoomed in and out on the photo a few times, then angrily hailed a taxi. "Driver, to the Southridge Porsche dealership!" After taking photos, the salesperson drove the car outside the store. My cousin, grateful for my parents' past care, politely insisted on walking our family of three out, saying he wanted to see us off. I enthusiastically waved goodbye to my cousin, and he patted my head. After saying goodbye, just as I was opening the car door to get in, a familiar furious voice exploded from a distance. "Chloe, you shameless bitch! We just broke up, and you've already hooked up with a sugar daddy, haven't you!" Arthur, looking like an angry groundhog, pointed at us and yelled furiously. His voice was so loud it instantly drew the attention of everyone around. In a flash, all eyes were on our family. My cousin, who had served in the military when he was younger and doted on me the most, Immediately stepped in front of me, staring coldly at Arthur. "Watch your mouth!" Arthur was intimidated by his aura and shuddered. But noticing the stares from others and not wanting to lose face, he roared stubbornly. "What's wrong with my mouth!" He pointed at me. "She just broke up with me yesterday, still living in a rental apartment. Today she's picking up a Porsche. Doesn't that prove something?" "Prove what?" My cousin demanded. Arthur felt he was being provoked and became furious. "What else could it mean!" "You adulterous couple. You were messing around behind my back, putting a green hat on me. You are the scum of the modern era!" As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the gleaming Porsche, and the jealousy and anger in his eyes deepened. To vent his feelings of inadequacy, he turned his crosshairs on me. "Chloe, you really make me sick. Selling yourself for a car!" "Three years of our relationship, and it can't compare to a car, can't compare to the money this adulterer gives you. You truly disappoint me." He pulled a $66 blind box toy from his pocket. "To think I was going to try and get you back today. I specifically went to your favorite blind box store to buy the one you wanted most. I didn't expect this is how you'd repay me!" Perhaps his acting was too good, because the people around were already pointing and whispering about me. Some people who couldn't stand it actually spoke up for Arthur. "Young lady, you shouldn't be so mercenary. He was with you for three years; doing this is too uncool." "Yeah, money can be earned again, but true feelings are rare. Be careful you don't regret it when you're older." "Exactly. A man's money isn't that easy to get. If he's just playing with you, he can just take the car back!" There was also an influencer at the scene who had just picked up her car. Sensing this would get views, she immediately started live-streaming us. My mom couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to retort, but I beat her to it. I crossed my arms and looked at Arthur. "Do you have evidence that I cheated?" I looked around at the crowd again. "Is the cost of spreading rumors this low now? Just by yelling that I'm cheating and playing the part of a deeply devoted lover, he can nail me to the pillar of shame?" As they met my gaze one by one, they suddenly realized that from start to finish, it was all just Arthur talking; there was absolutely no evidence! "Yeah, young man, you can't just make things up without evidence." "Right, didn't you say she cheated? Hurry up and show us the evidence. Otherwise, this is spreading rumors, and you'll be legally responsible!" Arthur seemed to have anticipated my question. He confidently held up his phone. The photo was exactly the one of me hugging my cousin. "Chloe, you're hugging him right here in the store. What else is there to deny?" Seeing the photo, the crowd's expressions changed again. But I burst out laughing. I even opened my arms in front of everyone and deliberately said to my cousin. "Cousin, I didn't get enough of a hug just now. Let's hug again." My cousin instantly understood my intention. After hugging me, he specially ruffled my hair, saying dotingly: "Alright, whatever you want." Arthur jumped up and down in anger. "Look at this! This adulterous couple isn't hiding it anymore. They're actually being affectionate right in front of me. So shameless." The people around also cursed us, including those on the influencer's live-stream chat. [Despicable. Scumbag and bitch. So shameless.] [Exactly. Feeling sorry for the guy for three seconds. Why can't good men be matched with good women?] [I can tell from a glance that this woman has a bad face. Looks like a slut.] I wasn't angry at all. Instead, I blinked and asked the crowd. "Can cousins hug?" The crowd was confused. But someone still answered. "Of course." I spread my hands innocently. "Well, there you go." "He's my cousin. Why can't we hug?" "And," I held up my phone, swiping through photos. "My cousin hugged everyone in our family, not just me." "But you." I glared coldly at Arthur. "You only showed the photo of me and my cousin. What's your intention!" Arthur was momentarily stunned but didn't believe it. "Just because you say he's a cousin doesn't make it true. What if he's a 'sugar daddy' brother? Don't try to brush me off with this." Our two families took a big family portrait every year we had time. I directly pulled out the photos from over the years. Seeing us together in a photo at 5 or 6 years old. Now the onlookers believed it. "You know, their facial features do look quite similar." "Indeed, the more you look, the more they look alike." The bystanders started looking at Arthur with disapproval. "Young man, you're in the wrong here." "Yeah, how can you spread rumors wildly without figuring out their relationship first." "Exactly, you have to apologize for this." "Right, hurry up and apologize." As more and more people condemned him, Arthur's face turned red, and he said stiffly: "Sorry, Chloe, I misunderstood you." He quickly took out the blind box again. "Please accept my apology gift and let's get back together." "I really don't want to separate from you; I love you very much." His confession made our whole family physically sick. My dad, who had been holding back for a long time, was the first to step forward. "Don't mention love. Our Chloe can't bear your love." My mom took over. "Dating you for three years, our Chloe lost a layer of skin, her money drained by your family. You latched onto her like leeches. Don't even think about pulling the same trick again." Arthur didn't expect the boomerang to hit him, and the crowd actually started attacking him. Looking at the scrutinizing gazes around him, terrified that I would spill everything, he quickly said he wanted to talk to me alone. Onlookers generally encourage reconciliation, so they suggested we settle our issues ourselves. Arthur thought I would agree quickly to save his face. But I shook my head. "We have no feelings to discuss privately." "Instead of wasting time cornering me, you'd be better off gathering the money you owe me..." "Chloe, enough!" Terrified I would reveal the $400,000 issue, Arthur raised his voice to stop me, the threat in his eyes becoming increasingly obvious. This scene was captured by the influencer. The netizens were frightened. [Wow, this guy's eyes are terrifying. It looks like he wants to kill someone.] [Exactly, just like an abusive man. Living with someone like that must be terrifying.] [Am I the only one curious about what can't be said?] I ignored his threat, enunciating every word: "Don't interrupt me!" "Did you think that would shut me up?" I looked at the crowd, pointing at Arthur. "Dating for three years, this man gaslit me, making me spend $400,000 on him and his family." Seeing I was about to blurt it out again, Arthur panicked. He clenched his fist and aimed it at my face. My cousin caught his fist and encouraged me to keep talking. I nodded, raising my voice again and pointing at Arthur. "The man in front of you is poor and stingy. In three years of dating, he played the victim and made me spend $400,000 on him." "Meanwhile, he spent less than $10,000 on me in three years. I spent my own money, and he still gaslit me!" With that, I played the recording of Arthur demanding I return the mink coat and use the money to buy things for his family. "What kind of woman is as extravagant as you, spending twelve thousand on a single piece of clothing?!" "Do you have any idea what that twelve thousand could do?" "My mom is complaining about back pain; five thousand could buy a very nice massage chair. Another five thousand could buy a gold necklace for my sister, and the remaining two thousand could be used for holiday groceries!" "And you actually used it to buy clothes. You are truly a spendthrift!" As the recording ended, the crowd's gaze on Arthur shifted from neutral to contemptuous and disdainful. "Disgusting. A grown man not working hard to earn his own money, but staring at the money in a woman's hands!" "I have to say, this girl is too kind. Faced with such trash, she didn't even beat him up, just broke up with him directly." "Exactly, letting him live off her for three years, he got off way too easy." Someone demanded Arthur return the $400,000 he spent right now. "Right, hurry up and return it, or we'll report you to your company!" "Exactly, pay up, or we'll make you trend online!" Seeing the angry crowd about to lose control, Arthur was scared. After scanning the Porsche, he suddenly got an idea and abruptly raised his voice, pointing at me. "Chloe, you say I lived off you, but how much better are you?" "Since this man is just your cousin, the person who bought you the Porsche must be someone else." "Are you still trying to hide it?" He spoke with absolute certainty, looking as if he had personally seen me being kept by a sugar daddy. He clearly forgot the punishment for speaking carelessly just a moment ago. Hearing his same old rhetoric, many people in the crowd couldn't sit still. I don't know who picked up a small pebble and threw it at him first, but more and more people joined in. "This guy has a filthy mouth, hit him!" "Yeah, if we don't teach him a lesson, he won't know how to speak in the future." Arthur yelled in pain, covering his face and exasperatedly trying to run away. Seeing him like this, I covered my mouth and snickered. When he was slandering me, why didn't he think about the consequences? But it was too late now. As soon as he started throwing mud at me, I had already called the police. And now, two police officers were standing right behind Arthur. Sure enough, when Arthur turned to run, he was dumbfounded to see the police. In the few seconds he was stunned, the police stepped in front of him and showed their badges. "You are suspected of slander, defamation, and picking quarrels and provoking trouble. Please come with us to assist with the investigation." Arthur frantically shook his head in denial. "No, I didn't. I didn't mean to. This is all a misunderstanding." He turned to look at me, his eyes full of pleading. "Chloe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have misunderstood you, nor should I have treated you poorly. Please, give me one more chance." "I swear I'll turn over a new leaf this time and will never treat you poorly again." I raised my middle finger and shook it left and right. "No, your character has no guarantee with me. I don't believe you!" He hastily added: "What about the money? Then I'll return the four hundred thousand, is that okay!" "Even if I have to borrow it, I'll give it to you immediately!" Getting him to return the money was the best outcome. Without hesitation, I pulled up my QR code for receiving money and held it in front of him. "Transfer it. Not a cent less of what you owe me!" "If I'm in a good mood, I might just forgive you!" Arthur, acting like he was grabbing a lifeline, desperately scanned the code and transferred the money. First transaction: $50,000 from Chase hit the account. Second transaction: $100,000 from Citibank hit the account. Third transaction: $50,000 from Bank of America hit the account. In 10 minutes, he coughed up all the money in his left and right cards. But it was still short by $200,000! "What are you standing there for? Didn't you say you'd borrow to pay it back? If you don't have enough, ask your mom, ask your sister!" Ultimately, after much pleading and pestering, he squeezed the final $200,000 he owed from his mother. As the $400,000 arrived, I no longer wanted to waste time with Arthur. After making him write a letter of guarantee in front of the police, promising not to pester me again, our family of three got into the Porsche and left. In the rearview mirror, Arthur stared at my car, his fists clenched tight.
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