Monday morning is crisp and cloudy, but Elsa is thankful that there is no sign of rain in sight. She wraps her jacket tightly around her waist despite not being cold; she isn't dressed in costume since she has to go to work after Olaf's school parade. Elsa watches as her little Jedi talk to his friends excitedly. Other kids are standing around the small grassy field in their costumes, the excitement of the holiday in the air. Each class has an assigned spot around the field, waiting for the teachers to come out and meet with them. Parents are chatting and taking pictures of their kids dressed in those adorable costumes.

Rapunzel and Eugene are standing somewhere behind her, talking to a couple of parents, so Elsa is simply observing the school spread out before her.

Kristoff arrives with Sven, who is also dressed as a Jedi but with a purple lightsaber, rather than Olaf's blue lightsaber. He gives Elsa a smug smile as he side-eyes her, coming to stand by her side.

"Yes, Kristoff, darling?" Elsa says, sensing his gaze, but not looking at him.

"You left without giving us a chance to talk about why you were late," he says.

"Did I? Oh, bother." Elsa places a hand over her heart sarcastically.

"Are you going to explain why, or do I have to assume?"

"To assume is to make an ass out of you and me."

"Elsa, come on."

"What assumptions are you making?"

"I think you know." He buries his hands in his jacket pockets. "But I can't say due to present company."

"I just said the a-word and nobody heard me."

"Alright, well, just in case."

"If you're so curious, let's talk about this later when children are not around."

The bell rings, and soon teachers walk over to meet with their classes. Most of the teachers are dressed from head to toe in kid-friendly costumes. Anna approaches her class, dressed as Dorothy. She and Elsa lock eyes, and Elsa shakes her head with a smile, teasing Anna. Anna rolls her eyes at her, also smiling.

She proceeds to take attendance, Elsa watching her fondly. After roll call, as everyone waits for the parade to start, Olaf jumps up and runs toward Anna.

"Miss Eldr, do you like my costume?" he asks hopefully.

Anna smiles down at him. "I do! You're a Jedi; a young Padawan."

"No, I'm a Jedi Master!" he corrects.

"Oh! Well, forgive me," Anna giggles.

"I'm a princess!" Winifred announces, raising her hand up high.

Anna curtsies. "An honor to be in your presence, Your Highness."

All craving her attention, her students surge forward to tell her about their own costumes. Their parents try to calm them down, but it's Anna who manages to get them all to sit down and behave once she hears Principal Merlin—who she notices is dressed as a wizard—tap on the microphone. She throws up the peace-and-quiet sign with one finger over her lips, and her other hand holding two fingers up in the air. Her students sit back down on the blue tarp that protects them from the blacktop, copying her sign.

She smiles at them before walking around her class to keep an eye on them. She stands on Elsa's other side.

"I couldn't find anything at the thrift store," Anna whispers to her.

"I figured since you're Dorothy for the second year in a row," Elsa smirks.

"I promise to jazz it up next year. But I did try, just so you know."

Elsa chuckles. "I trust that you did. I like it on you, though. Believe me. It's cute."

"Thank you," Anna flushes. "I bet you like the baseball one better, though."

"I do," Elsa says.

"Rapunzel told me you used to play softball. Is there a connection?"

"Ah, you caught me. You hit the nail on the head," Elsa continues to tease her.

"Gosh, Elsa, you're a lesbian and you played softball? Way to stereotype yourself."

Elsa snorts into her hand, trying not to laugh louder. "Oh my God, Anna!" She nudges Anna's shoulder with her own. "You're such a butthead."

Anna grins at her. "Am I?"

"Yes, you are."

Kristoff leans over Elsa. "Excuse me, Miss Eldr," he says, "but can you tell me why my good friend Elsa was late picking her son up yesterday?"

Elsa rolls her eyes and Anna hides a laugh.

"I don't think this topic of discussion is appropriate for my place of work," Anna says, but she keep smiling.

"Then I've gotten my answer," Kristoff nods, leaning away with a playful smirk.

"You've gotten nothing," Elsa scoffs.

"Did I start rumors already?" Anna asks.

"No. Kristoff is just making assumptions."

"Come on, Elsa," Kristoff says. "Just tell me and stop the teasing. You have all the power here."

"I told you, we'd talk later. You're so nosy." Elsa glances at Anna. "I'm sorry about him. He likes to get into other people's business."

"No worries," Anna grins. "It's entertaining. I like you, Mr. Bjorgman."

"Don't encourage him," Elsa sighs, rubbing her temple.

Anna laughs, and Kristoff pats Elsa on the back.

"I'll stop teasing you," he promises. "Let's just watch our little monsters trot around in expensive costumes."

The parade marches up by grade level. When second grade is called, Anna lines up her class behind her, and they go around the track. Upbeat Halloween-themed music plays the whole way through. The other students, faculty, and parents cheer and snap photos.

When the parade is over, Principal Merlin wishes everyone a safe and happy Halloween before dismissing them to class.

Class by class, the yard is drained of the students. Anna smiles briefly at Elsa before leading her students to the classroom. Elsa heads toward the parking lot, Kristoff following shortly behind.

"Alright, so, what's the story?" he says.

Elsa smirks. "Pushy."

"Elsa."

"Okay, okay. To answer your burning question. . ." She trails off, intentionally leaving him hanging.

"Elsa!" he whines.

She laughs. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm asking!"

"Alright, I'll tell you. Yes."

"Yes, you got laid?"

"Yes, I got laid."

"Ha!" He pumps his fists in the air. "That's my girl!"

"You're hysterical," she deadpans.

"It's a Rapunzel party tradition. You either get drunk—"

"Or get laid, I know," she finishes. "But this shouldn't come off as a surprise to you. I had sex with my girlfriend. Big whoop."

He nods in understanding, but then stops dead in his tracks. "Wait. Did you just say—?"

"'Girlfriend'. I did."

"But Saturday night, you—"

"We had a conversation yesterday morning and made it official, which led to fooling around, which led to. . . you know. It's nice to say. And now we both know where we stand."

"That's great, Elsa!"

Elsa smiles dreamily. "Thank you. I'm actually really happy about it."

"So, what about Olaf?"

Her smile almost immediately vanishes. "I've been thinking about it. If Anna and I are official now, then he'll eventually have to meet her as Anna, and not Miss Eldr." Elsa frowns. "But that remains to be seen. Anna and I have yet to discuss that further."

"Fair enough. I'm glad you guys are done beating around the bush though. It's all official, and that's great." He pats her shoulder affectionately. "I'll see you tonight for trick-or-treating. Have a good day, boss lady."

"You too," she says with a playful roll of her eyes, watching him walk to his car.

Passed out from a sugar rush, Olaf lies in his twin bed as Elsa tucks him in. She chuckles lightly at the drool leaking from the corner of his mouth and kisses his temple goodnight before shutting his door quietly behind her. Elsa puts the candy from his bag into a little basket, placing it on an out-of-reach shelf so she can control his candy consumption. The last thing she needs is a hyperactive Olaf bouncing off the walls after one too many SweeTarts.

As Elsa finishes putting the dishes away from the dishwasher, she gets a text from Anna.

"Did you guys have fun?"

Elsa smiles and responds, "We had a great time. He might wake up with a tummy ache though. He snuck too many pieces of candy tonight."

"Awh, poor Olaf. I'll be sure to go easy on him tomorrow in class lol."

"Haha thanks. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

There's a lull before Anna texts, "So when is our big date with Olaf gonna happen?"

Elsa bites her lip and leans back against the kitchen counter. She knows that they need to have this conversation eventually. It's been on her mind since Kristoff brought it up earlier. Though truthfully, it's something she's thought about before; she's just always pushed it to the back of her mind. Leave it to Anna to bring it up immediately.

Elsa can't blame her. Now that they're an official item, Olaf will have to be told at some point.

"I don't know," Elsa finally replies. "It feels too soon."

"I get you. Let's wait it out a little bit but not for too long. I don't want to go into the New Year dating you and Olaf is still completely unaware."

"He'll figure that something is up. When the time comes I'll text you. He's too fucking smart for his own good."

"Haha alright. I'm gonna hit the hay now. Ttyl." She attaches the heart emoji to the text.

"Good night." Elsa adds the blowing kiss emoji.

Elsa slips her phone back into her pocket, suddenly aware that her feet ache from trekking around her neighborhood for a good hour and a half, keeping up with her enthusiastic son all the way through. She stretches deeply before heading to her bedroom.

Once she changes into her pajamas, she falls onto her bed and stares up at the ceiling. If someone had told her a year ago that she would be in a relationship with her son's teacher, she would have called them crazy. Elsa would have called herself crazy.

Yet, here she is.

She rolls over onto her stomach and looks toward the window that gives her a view of the backyard. She's too lazy to go and draw the curtains, so she simply stares at the outline of Olaf's Fisher Price playground in the dark. The wind outside pushes the swings, and Elsa just barely hears the creak of the rusty chains that hold them up. The roof above her groans against the elements outside.

Once again, Elsa feels alone in her bedroom. Maybe she should have waited to get married before she bought a larger home, or before she had a son. She wonders what it would be like if Anna was lying beside her. Tawny hair spread out along the pillow, chest rising and falling as she sleeps, and filling the sheets with a warmth that Elsa aches for. Elsa would cuddle against her, hooking an arm across her waist. It would be peaceful, simple. Not a care in the world.

Elsa turns onto her back once again, knowing that her fantasy might never be a reality. Sure, Olaf adores Anna as his teacher, but what really matters is how things are when she's introduced to him as Elsa's girlfriend. What would he call her? How would it influence his learning environment?

Elsa knows that sometimes kids feel superior to their peers because their parents work at the school. Even Winifred used to talk down to her classmates whenever they saw Rapunzel for her art lesson. Rapunzel had to remind her that, even though she was her mother, at school she was her teacher, and Winifred had to act like her student. Luckily for Rapunzel, Winifred eventually understood Rapunzel's role and followed the rules like the rest of her classmates.

Olaf has never experienced such things. Sure, he knows Rapunzel—he's known her all his life. But he's been well behaved. So far, at least. Anna being his mom's girlfriend might be the trigger that flicks a switch in his little brain, making him think that he's high and mighty.

Elsa prays that's not the case.

Just Anna's luck, she's left with plenty of candy as the current of trick-or-treaters from her building slows to a trickle. She turns off her outside light and carries the festive Jack-o-lantern bowl to the fridge so she can cool the chocolates in a bin in the door next to her milk. After separating them, she takes the rest of the candy to the pantry.

She collapses onto her couch and sighs happily. She'll be able to sneak some sweets into her lunch for the next few weeks. But those sweets are nothing compared to Elsa, her thoughts now constantly on the blonde. She hasn't felt this giddy about someone in a long time. In spite of the rough start, Anna is genuinely excited to be in this relationship with her.

Anna smiles, remembering the naughty things she and Elsa did on Sunday morning, starting on this very couch. When Elsa lifted her up bridal style, kissing her as they moved to the bed, Anna felt so cared for in that moment, even though it was the simplest gesture. Elsa poured so much into their kisses that Anna never wanted the morning to end.

They kissed against Anna's open doorway before Elsa left to pick up Olaf. The kisses were soft, making Anna's stomach fill with butterflies. Anna can still feel them flutter around as she gets ready for bed.

Today was pretty great, too, she muses.

Her class had a blast making Halloween crafts and watching The Nightmare Before Christmas after lunch. At the end of the day, Anna gave them all a piece of candy to get them started on their collection of the night.

Anna gets into bed and wiggles herself into the center, grabbing her phone and looking through her texts with Elsa. The burning question that she dared to ask earlier shines up at her in an iPhone blue text bubble. It gave her a brief moment of anxiety when she sent it, and Elsa's reluctant response made her even more nervous.

Anna doesn't want to push Elsa towards the expected meet and greet with Olaf. It will be a different energy and environment. Olaf will be meeting Anna as someone who is romantically interested in his mommy, not as his five-day-a-week instructor. The rules will be different at Elsa's house—or dare Anna think, my apartment—if visits ever end up becoming the case. How well will Olaf grasp the rules? What lines will Anna have to draw in order to keep those rules?

He doesn't misbehave. Sure, he talks in class sometimes, but she usually manages to put a lid on it. He's just a rambunctious, high-energy seven-year-old who is still figuring out the world in his own special way. He's her favorite student, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she's in a relationship with his mother. Anna can see a lot of potential in Olaf, and she loves hearing his little comments and jokes, when appropriate of course. He's a very good student.

Ugh, Anna, don't think about him as your student right now. Think of the possibility of meeting him as your girlfriend's kid. You'll discover so much more than his basic Math and English skills. You'll learn more about him as a person.

She heaves out a sigh and sets down her phone before rolling over onto her stomach. The heater comes to life, warming the apartment around her, and lulls Anna into an easy sleep.

"Avoiding it doesn't make it go away, you know," Anna tells Elsa a week and a half later. "It pushes the date further back, but it doesn't ever leave."

"I know," Elsa sighs, staring into her piping cup of black coffee, steam wandering into the cold air.

The two are sitting outside of Wandering Oaken's, enjoying a brief lunch before they have to return to work. Anna has let the conversation of her meeting Olaf rest for a while, but the chill of November is setting in, meaning December is fast approaching. There are clumps of snow in the streets, shops already stocking up on Christmas decorations even though Halloween was a couple of weeks ago. Peppermint is slowly replacing pumpkin as the dominant flavor. With December on its way, Anna's New Year's deadline to tell Olaf about them looms.

"Has he said anything?" Anna wonders.

"I mean, he keeps claiming that I look really happy. So, I'm assuming that's some kind of hint. Do I look happier to you?" Elsa looks into Anna's eyes.

"I don't know. I haven't known you as long as your child has," Anna shrugs. "I'm flattered if you are." She smiles kindly and reaches over to hold Elsa's hand under the table. "I hope you are."

"I admit that I am very happy. It's been a long time since I've been with someone."

"You've just been focused on your family, which is nothing to be ashamed of. But maybe a relationship is something that you needed—with me or with someone else."

"I'm glad it's with you." Elsa brings Anna's knuckles up to kiss them softly. "I honestly am, Anna. Maybe I am happier than I've been for a while. Whatever it is, Olaf can definitely see it." She frowns and leans back in her seat, letting Anna's hand go. "But. . . what if we don't work out? See, that's what's really holding me back. There's a possibility that you and I could break up before the school year is over, while you're still Olaf's teacher. Ugh, don't they train you guys on this?"

Anna laughs. "I'm afraid not. But, lucky for you, I'm a professional. I'm not going to take out any vendetta against Olaf because you and I broke up—if we do, of course. I'd only be his teacher for a couple more months, anyway."

Elsa nods, rubbing her temple with her fingers. "I want you two to meet. This thing between you and me. . . we're serious. And we've known each other for about three and a half months, dated for a month, and have been official for two and a half weeks."

"Wow, you're really organized, aren't you?"

"I have to plan, Anna. I have to, especially when my family is involved. It just feels too soon. The timing would be just right had we started to see each other after the first time we had sex."

"Well, when you have it all figured out, let me know." Anna glances at her watch before standing. "I have to run. Lunchtime is going to end soon." She bends over and kisses Elsa softly. "I know you're protective of him. I understand that. Just know that much, okay?"

Elsa nods again, receiving another quick kiss.

"I'll see you later," Anna says, placing down some money for her meal before heading to her car.

Friday, 6:00.

That's what Elsa's text to Anna read a night later, and following that was the address to her house. Anna didn't expect the small somersault in her stomach when she read it. She was admittedly nervous. She is admittedly nervous as she pulls up to Elsa's house.

She takes in the facade. Single-story home with a beautiful porch leading up to the front door. There are plants underneath the window to the left of the door, and Anna can barely see inside. There's movement, tall movement. Obviously that's Elsa, probably as nervous as Anna is, moving in and out of view.

Anna gets out of her car and walks up the steps, her fist hesitating before she knocks gently.

Inside, Elsa hears it. She pauses from setting the table as Olaf comes barreling out from his bedroom.

"Is the special guest here!?" he asks excitedly.

"Yes, she is. You want to get the door?" Elsa replies with a smile.

Without answering, he seemingly materializes in front of the door and throws it open. His big grin melts slightly as he sees Miss Eldr standing at the threshold.

"You're the special guest?" he asks, almost in disbelief.

"Is that what your mother said?" Miss Eldr giggles.

"I'm confused," he says, turning his head to look at his mother. "Why is she here?"

"Olaf, you already answered that question," Elsa says calmly, walking over.

"Am I in trouble?" he asks nervously, looking at his teacher.

"If you were in trouble, we'd be talking at school," Miss Eldr responds warmly, with a hint of amusement.

"Olaf, let Miss Eldr inside, please," Elsa says.

With his eyes still fixed on Miss Eldr, he moves to the side. She crosses the threshold and smiles at Elsa.

"Good evening, Elsa," she says.

"Good evening," Elsa smiles back. "Did you have trouble finding the place?" She reaches over and shuts the door behind Miss Eldr. Olaf keeps watching, eyes now darting from his mom to his teacher.

"Actually, no. It was an easy drive. Hardly any traffic."

Grown-up stuff. They're talking about grown-up stuff that is incredibly meaningless to Olaf. Traffic, taxes, bills, and weather are among the things he doesn't care about. It's boring and has nothing to do with him. All he wants to know is why exactly Miss Eldr is visiting on a Friday. Of all days, why a Friday!? Don't teachers hide away until Monday once school is out for the weekend?

He follows them as they walk into the kitchen, Elsa giving a brief tour of the main part of the house. She then takes Miss Eldr's coat, points out the guest bathroom, offers Miss Eldr a drink, and insists that she takes a seat at the bar. All this with a smile on her face. And it's a smile Olaf has only recently seen her wear.

He climbs onto the stool beside Miss Eldr, looking up her profile as she talks to his Mama. He's never seen her this close before, and something is different about her. Is it because her hair is down and not in the bun or braids she usually wears at schoo? Is it because she's in different clothes than what he saw her in earlier? Or is it because she's present in his home, his sanctuary away from the educational system?

Although he does like Miss Eldr a lot, he's a little thrown off to see her in such a new way. To see her talking to his mom as though they are old friends or something.

"Olaf," his mother's voice breaks through his train of thought.

His attention snaps onto her and almost immediately shrinks up when he catches the warning expression on her face.

"Don't stare at our guest," she says gently.

"Elsa, it's okay," Miss Eldr says. "After all, he does that from eight to three o'clock anyway." She turns her body to face Olaf. "I'm sure this is very confusing for you."

He nods. "Uh-huh. If I'm not in trouble, why are you here?"

"Why don't we talk about that during dinner?" Elsa proposes. "It's just about ready. I made us some warm comfort foods since the weather outside is chilly."

"Ooh, what?" Miss Eldr grins.

"Mac and cheese with baked bread crumbs on top, mashed potatoes, and some fried chicken."

"Wow, Els," Miss Eldr gapes. "You really went all out. Not a healthy vegetable in sight."

Elsa laughs. "What can I say? I like to give a good first impression. And my mac and cheese is Olaf's favorite."

Olaf immediately grins. "Yeah! Mama makes the best mac and cheese," he says to his teacher. "I wanna eat it all the time, but Mama says it's not good for me."

"She's right," Miss Eldr smiles. "But I know how you feel. I wish I could eat chocolate everyday but I can't. I'll get fat."

"You'd still be beautiful," Elsa says.

Miss Eldr flushes. "Elsa. . ."

"You're really pretty, Miss Eldr," Olaf agrees, not understanding the blush.

"Thank you, Olaf. That's very sweet."

Once dinner is ready, Elsa has Olaf help her set the rest of the table, which is exciting because he gets to show off how perfect a little host he is. He happily carries over thee serving plate of fried chicken and places it where Elsa tells him. Then, he's allowed to be seated right across his mommy. Miss Eldr sits beside Elsa, thanking her as Elsa fills her glass of water.

Elsa serves Olaf a big helping of their dinner, his ears listening intently to the conversation the two women are having. There's a hint of hesitance in both of their voices, as though they have to be careful of what they say for some reason he doesn't understand.

"So, Rapunzel keeps teasing me," Miss Eldr says. "She kept pushing so. . . I eventually broke."

"Oh, Anna, she has a grasp on you. You've got to break that, or you'll never keep a secret from her for the rest of your life."

"Great," Anna sighs with a smirk and a small roll of her eyes.

Olaf watches a string of melted cheese break from the plate as she lifts her fork to her mouth. He looks down at his own plate and starts to eat his own dinner.

This is weird, he thinks to himself. Why is Miss Eldr here if I'm not in trouble? She said I'm not, but. . .

"Olaf," Elsa speaks up. "Are you still confused?"

He nods, still staring at his meal.

"Well, we really haven't explained ourselves, I suppose," Elsa sighs, setting down her fork and knife. "Olaf, look at me?"

He glances up and lets out a bashful little smile, the one he knows his mama loves so much. The one that always makes her smile right back, and she does.

"Miss Eldr might be coming over a lot more often," Elsa says.

"Why?" Olaf cocks his head to the side.

"Ah. . . well because. . ." Elsa suddenly looks unsure of herself. Olaf sees Miss Eldr's hand cover his Mama's on the table. That seems to calm her down. "Olaf, you know how I like girls?" He nods once. "I just so happen to like Miss Eldr."

"Like. . . like like her?"

Both women giggle, and Miss Eldr speaks up. "Yes, Olaf. Like like. We found out that we really enjoy each other's company."

"So are you girlfriends?" He whispers the last word, which makes him grin stupidly since he's still a kid, completely unfazed by the fact that his teacher is also gay.

"Yes, Olaf," Elsa says. "We are."

"Mama is dating Miss Eldr!" he gasps. "That's so cool!"

They burst out laughing, making his grin larger. He has no idea why they're laughing, but he obviously must have said something funny. He loves making people laugh.

"Alright," Elsa says, calming herself down. "But there are rules, okay?"

"Rules?" he pouts.

"Yes, Olaf. When Miss Eldr is here, she's not really your teacher, so you don't have to call her 'Miss Eldr'."

"You can call me 'Miss Anna'," says Miss Eldr, smiling still.

"That's perfect," Elsa nods. "But you can't call her that when you're at school. No matter where you are, you have to be well behaved. And you might come with Miss Anna and me to places like the movies or something."

"Really?"

"Yes," Miss Anna—suddenly she's Anna to him now—agrees. "But, Olaf, you also can't tell anyone. Some people might not like that your mama and I are dating."

"Why? 'Cause you're lesbians?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Anna's brows shoot up at his bluntness, and Elsa says, "Olaf!"

"What? You told me it's not a swear!"

Elsa blinks. "That's true. . ." She looks at Anna with a wry smile. "I told you he's too smart for his own good."

"It shows," Anna says, humor in her voice. "But, yes, Olaf. That's part of it."

"What's the other part?" he asks.

"It's complicated."

"Why?"

"Olaf, it's complicated, and that's how we're leaving it," Elsa says.

He recognizes the tone of Elsa's voice telling him to drop it. "Okay."

It's complicated. It must be some adult reason that he doesn't understand. Adults are so weird and have too many problems, in his opinion.

"So, how do you feel about this?" Elsa asks. "Are you okay with it?"

"It's awesome!" He perks up. "Miss El—ah, Miss Anna is the best teacher ever! And now she's your," he giggles, "girlfriend."

Both women smile at his endearing immaturity, and the rest of dinner is far more pleasant. Both of them are less tense. Olaf doesn't really know why they'd be tense, but he's glad that they're both better than before. He assumes it has to do with the complicated other reason.

He's even happier when his mother serves vanilla ice cream and peaches for dessert. Unfortunately, his bedtime rolls around, and Anna is still there. He doesn't want to go to bed and almost fights his mother on it, but the urge to show Anna how good a kid he is stops him from protesting. Anna wishes him goodnight, and Elsa takes him to his bedroom.

Once he's dressed in his cozy pajamas, Elsa tucks him in, kisses his forehead, and turns off the ceiling light. Olaf grabs his stuffed polar bear and snuggles with it. He closes his eyes for about fifteen minutes until he hears quiet giggling from down the hall. Curiosity getting the better of him, he crawls out of bed and tiptoes towards his mother's office. The wall juts out just so that he can hide and peek down the rest of the hall into the living room.

He spies his mother kissing Miss Anna on the cheek, Anna giggling and nudging Elsa back. They exchange a small kiss on the lips, and Olaf gags—adults kissing is gross no matter who they are. But after watching for a minute more, he starts to grin, ecstatic to see Elsa like this. Anything that makes her happy makes him just as happy.

Keen on not getting caught, he creeps back into his bedroom and gets in bed. He holds his polar bear and whispers, "Mama and Miss Anna. They're kissing." He giggles. "Grown-ups are weird." He rests his head on his pillow and closes his eyes once again.

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