heartbreak[hotel] | rob / lyra / hanz

[hanna horváth]

After a week of sulking in her lonely apartment in France, Hanna needed to see her favorite person in the entire world. Lyra. Her sister-cousin from another mother. Hanna needed to hug and cry on her, get wine wasted, and spill all of her problems. Lyra always knew how to make Hanna feel better and they were long overdue for girl time. Plus, it didn't help that earlier that day, she saw a picture on the net with her now ex-boyfriend at The Bahamas with a new girl. After one week!! She was looking forward to that trip to The Bahamas with him for months, with two bikini's planned for every day of the week. Hell, she felt like she was living in a nightmare. 

High heels clicked quickly on the cobblestone walkway as Hanna made her way down the street toward the address saved in her enchanted phone. It was where Lyra was staying the last time she spoke with her, so she decided on a whim to show up to see her. Sure, she knew that wasn't a typical social cue, but she was in an actual crisis.

Emotionally, she was exhausted and painfully lonely. She felt like she had no more tears to spare, but every time she tried to prove it, she ended up sobbing uncontrollably all over again. It was a vicious cycle. She didn't know why she kept testing it because it only made her more tired.

 The last time Hanna had been to London was more than ten years ago, so the surroundings were unfamiliar to her, and quite overwhelming in her frazzled state of mind. With her guitar case slung over on one shoulder and large designer enchanted bag on the other, she stopped at the front door of a residence to confirm it was the correct address written down. She was in the right place. 

Slowly, she raised a fist to the door and gave it three knocks. By the third knock, she had a massive lump in her throat, and lines of mascara running down her already stained cheeks....stiffling a weep as the door started to crack open. 

EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
Lyra Horváth

[EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK]

Early April 2026

As time passed, Rob and Lyra grew more and more involved with one another. There were few hiccoughs or arguments, besides the time when Lyra accused Rob of being unreasonable considering his use of Aware Wolf rather than Wolfsbane. He’d finally managed to convince her that the benefits of trialling Aware Wolf outweighed the risks, and they’d transformed together this past full moon, and everything had gone along just fine. Lyra was still suspicious of the concoction he’d been working on with Sienna, but trusted that as her mate, Rob wouldn’t do anything to put himself in harm's way.

The pair had a rare day off in which they had squirreled themselves away into their nest. They’d spent the morning and first part of the afternoon reconnecting with the others' bodies, learning every inch of each other. Rob didn’t tire of Lyra’s presence, but couldn’t seem to explain their bond to anyone else. To him, Lyra was everything. Every flaw made her beautiful, the almost maniacal glint in her eyes when she got an idea was delicious. Rob couldn’t imagine his life without her and yet she hadn’t even existed in the realm of possibilities just three months ago. It was mad how comfortable they were with one another - and how impossible it made explaining to non-werewolves the mating bond.

A heavy knock resounded throughout the flat just as Rob was asking Lyra if she would rather be ridiculously wealthy or ridiculously well liked. He didn’t hear her answer as they both perked up, and Rob withdrew himself from her warm embrace, a frown stretching across his lips. He glanced at his mate and shrugged - neither of them were expecting anything. He pulled on a pair of trousers and considered donning a shirt but there was another knock on the door. Grumbling and looking very mussed indeed, Rob shuffled over to the front door and swung it open.

Blinking, Rob’s brows crumpled into a look of confusion. There was a girl there, a blonde girl around Lyra’s age if he had to guess. Dark lines of makeup streamed down her cheeks and she looked like she was going to burst into tears at any moment. ”Er,” Rob greeted the woman, but stepped back to allow her in before she started bawling on the front step. ”Er… are you alright?” he asked, feeling very worried indeed. ”Who are you?” he asked after a moment, feeling as if he should have perhaps led with this question.

Lyra Horváth hanna horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Their first full moon together had gone down without a hitch; well better than that actually. Reflecting on it Lyra had been surprised to find it was the first time she had enjoyed a transformation. Being with her mate for it had brought a very different dynamic for the night. Nothing in her life had ever felt more natural and normal than transforming with Rob. One side of it had been such a physical and passionate occurrence, while then there was excellent moments of being able to just lie together and enjoy the others company, communicating so well in their nonverbal ways. She had been dreading it so much, and yet it had turned out to be such an utterly unparalleled divine experience. It was almost like she couldn't wait for the next one. She had felt physically rough the next day, of course that was no surprise considering what they had gotten up to, but that had seeped away just as quick when Rob had reached out, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest.

It had been about a week since then and the thoughts of it still thrilled her and played on repeat in her mind.

They'd been doing similar today while the two of them were off for the day. After a morning adventure to the Botanical Gardens at Kew where Lyra had wandered amongst the flowers and Rob had followed along. They had spent a substantially physically afternoon and evening in their bed. Lyra loved every bit of him, and he returned the love so well. He'd cuddled her into his chest and they'd chat or doze listening to music one had introduced to the other and grown to quite like to enjoy together. Sometimes laying in complete silence as Rob would press kisses along her skin, making her giggle and then enjoying the after effects of where that would lead. For now she was laying in one of her favourite positions; on her stomach, bare arse in the air as she propped herself up on her elbows, appraising Rob lying there so comfortably looking back at her. She had giggled and opened her mouth to answer his round of would you rather when her thought had been cut off by a knock on the door.

A chill ran down her bare back and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Gone was the languorous comfort she had been lying in, enjoy the company of her mate. Now she pushed herself up to sit as her head whipped around in the direction of the living room and the door to their flat. Now she was on high alert, much more serious. Protection mode. They didn't have many friends who came into the flat they had made their den, nobody actually. Sure Heleen knew about it, and Rhys et al, but nobody ever came. They didn't know any of their neighbours, and the front door was back from the main street. Nor had they ordered take out for dinner that they expected a delivery. She didn't like it. But she couldn't protest much as Rob pulled on some pants and moved to answer the door. Lyra only hesitated for a moment before she pushed herself out of bed to join him, plucking up one of his forgotten tees from the floor and pulling it over her head. Hesitating at their bedroom door, she had a clean view to the front door where Rob stood, but she couldn't make out who it was knocking. Leaning on the door frame for support, she squinted, as if it would help her hear the muffled voices any better.

"Robbie, who is it?" Cautiously she called, frowning.

[hanna horváth]

Hanna wasn’t prepared for a gorgeous, half naked man, to answer the door. It caused her to suck in her tears for a quick moment as he asked if she was okay and who she was. Slightly embarrassed, she stepped back, wiping her black tears off her face to transfer them onto her clean sleeve quickly. Her lip quivered as she gave him a confused look, unable to stop another weep from passing her lips. Maybe she had the wrong place. "I'm..Han-"

Her breathing hitched in her throat at the sound of Lyra’s voice asking who was at the door. “Oh, my Lyraa!!” She exclaimed, immediately sobbing hysterically at the sound of her cousins familiar voice.

The blonde barreled past the shirtless man in front of her, shoving her fancy guitar case in the air towards him. The designer bag didn’t have as much sentimental value, as it was dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The blonde sprang toward her cousin, the waterworks intensifying as soon as she heard her voice. ”A DJ megcsalt!” ¹ she cried dramatically in Hungarian, folding over to hug her, tears streaming down her cheeks at full force all over again. The blonde breathed before sputtering out, ”Olyan szomorú voltam, Lyra. Nem tudom abbahagyni a sírást. állítólag a Bahama-szigeteken vagyok és hozott még egy lányt de egy másik lánnyal van. Nem bírtam még egy pillanatot egyedül lenni, látnom kellett. Hiányzol nagyon" ² she could barely get the words out as she was crying too hard and making ungodly sounds while burying herself into Lyra's hair.


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1. "The DJ cheated on me!"

2. “I have been so sad, Lyra. I can’t stop crying because I was supposed to be in the Bahamas right now but he's already with another girl. I couldn’t take another moment of being alone at home, I needed to see you. I miss you so much.”

(Forgive me if that's not accurate and blame Google.)

EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
Lyra Horváth

[EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK]

If anyone has told Rob a month ago that he would be head over heels in love, mated, and essentially settled down for life, he would have laughed right in their face. The shift from casanova to loved up idiot had been sharp and jarring. And yet he spent every moment he could with Lyra, and every moment when they weren’t together, he was busy missing her. Rob was certain that his friends would notice the change, but it didn’t help that Sienna was dutifully ignoring anything to do with romance and Rhys was off with Vas more often than not. Halo had certainly noticed.

The pounding on the door roused Rob and Lyra from their little bubble, having forgotten about the outside world for an extended period of time. They exchanged a confused look before Rob stood and pulled on a pair of trousers. Lyra crept behind him as he opened the door, her dark curls a mess that he just wanted to run his fingers through. A blonde (nearly sobbing) girl stood before him, and Rob was completely floored. He stepped back to let her in, afraid that she’d catch a cold or draw unwanted attention to the flat. Rob managed a few words before she was fluttering into the flat, chattering away in Hungarian, addressing Lyra with an over the top sort of nature that Rob was completely overwhelmed by.

The blonde - Han, she had started to say - was like a whirlwind, dropping her bag to the floor and fawning over his mate. Rob’s instincts won him over and he stalked over to the blonde, tugging her by the arm away from Lyra. She would not hurt his mate - and there was a possessive fire in his eyes that warned this Han person off from making further moves. ”Han who?” he asked in a low growl, his eyes shifting from this stranger to his mate. Lyra didn’t seem to be off-put by the woman, and Rob sifted through his memories for a mention of someone who had been close to Lyra. She had spoken Hungarian, which led to him believing that she was a ghost from the past and then… it clicked. Lyra had a cousin, closer to a sister, called Hanna.

Rob’s jaw worked as he struggled to release the tension that had coiled within him. He released his grip on her arm sheepishly. ”Sorry… you’re Hanna then,” said Rob. It was a statement of fact rather than a question. This was the only possibility, as Lyra hadn’t completely lost the plot like he had.

Lyra Horváth
hanna horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

One minute Lyra's voice hung in the air, waiting a response from Rob, and in the next split second someone had jumped on her, spouting off in her natural tongue. Her eyes widened. But quickly enough she had come to realise it was someone familiar. Hanna's scent hung in the air, and the way she mouthed off so easily, Lyra tuning in to it with little issues. It was Hanna, of course it was. She was delighted to see her, but just confused considering the circumstances. She also couldn't help but feel a little intruded on. Her little bubble with Rob temporarily burst while she figured out why the hell Hanna had turned up on the doorstep of Rob's flat. Their flat, she mentally corrected herself.



She was stiff and confused for a moment, holding back, but eventually melted into a comfortable embrace with her cousin. Hanna was every bit Lyra's opposite. They were chalk and cheese really. Lyra small, dark and mysteriously closed off, living far from the publics eye for the most part the last few years. Hanna tall, blonde and bright. An open book as she had been papped in gossip magazines all over the world with her Muggle DJ Boyfriend. Unknowingly to Lyra who didn't keep up with mainstream media of course, but apparently now Hanna's ex boyfriend it would seem. Lyra composed and quiet. Hanna much more emotional and over the top as always.



Returning the embrace, she stretched up a hand to begin stroking her cousin's golden locks and cooing something soothing in Magyar in a quiet tone. Or at least she had started before Rob so rudely yanked her away. "No Robbie!" squealing she reached out for his hand, feebly trying to get him to drop his from Hanna. But it wasn't long before realisation dawned on his face. "Yes.." she said in a quieter tone, flashing him a confused look before she reached for Hanna's hand and dragged her to their small couch and pushing her down to sit. This time she spoke to her in English, hoping Hanna would reciprocate and Rob would not be so confused.



"Start again Hanz. What happened?" Perching herself beside her, she looked to Rob again "Put on the kettle, I guess." This was certainly not how she planned on spending her evening, but she supposed she should make the most of it.


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[hanna horváth]

Suddenly, she was tugged away from her sweet Lyra. Hanna’s eyes widened, retracting her arm from the man to look at him in utter shock. There was split second where she felt a sprinkle of anger, but the primal look in his eye made her freeze and stare back at him stunned with a mascara stained cheeks, tears freezing, as her lip quivered into her mouth to stare back at him in horror. The half naked man appeared like he was one step away from throwing her across the room if Lyra hadn’t stopped him in that moment.

”Hanna Horváth! ” she informed him dramatically as her voice broke into a convulsing sob to suck a breath in. As she reattached herself to the smaller female like a giant toddler, Lyra was in her grip again, so she wasn’t going to make a fuss. ”You’re R-Rob…” she confirmed out loud to herself, only because she heard Ly call him Robbie a second ago. Barf. She looked up to Rob, who looked very tense by her presence, ”You look like you’ve stepped outta GQ Magazine...” she complimented sweetly with a weep, the tears threatening to spill all over again. Merlin, even the sight of hot men made her emotional.

Lyra towed her toward the sofa and told her to explain again, which was understandable, considering her outburst. Hanna knew she was hard to deal with, it was why no one wanted to be with her. She hated it. As Hanna opened her mouth to try to explain, she intercepted the kettle request, "You got anything stronger? Wine? Whiskey? Vallium-" she howled, burying her face into her hands. The last was meant to be a joke, but she would willingly take a punch in the face at this point if it meant putting herself out of her misery.

EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
Lyra Horváth

[EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK]

Rob couldn’t help the primal reaction that erupted from him at the sign of danger to his mate. He was overcome, his mind completely overwhelmed by his instinct. Lyra was the most important being in existence to him - no one had dared interrupt their bubble. And yet, this blonde whirlwind clutched at Lyra, and Rob had no idea who she was. He nearly ripped her arm from her socket, growling a threat, his eyes dark with rage. But when his mind caught up with his body, he pieced together her identity. Rob knew she had to be Hanna, Lyra’s cousin, the woman who had been as close as a sister. Sheepishly, he released her arm, and Lyra confirmed that this was indeed Hanna, and with the threat eliminated, Rob relaxed.

Lyra led Hanna to their threadbare couch, and plonked the weepy blonde down. Rob watched them, completely bewildered at the turn of events. He ran his hand through his hair, glancing between the two girls. He turned to listen to Lyra’s direction without a second thought - but Hanna stopped him. Rob fixed Hanna with a searching stare, before offering her a half smile. ”I think you’ll fit in just fine,” he said with a laugh. She reminded him a bit of Rhys - whisky first, ask questions later. ”Lele?” asked Rob, though as he padded into the kitchen, he collected three glasses and a half drunk bottle of whisky for their pleasure.

Rob poured Hanna a healthy measure of amber liquid, before pouring some for himself. He left the bottle and spare glass on the table for Lyra to pour for herself if she wanted some. ”Or do you want a tea?” asked Rob in a low voice, his hand resting gently on his mate’s shoulder.

Lyra Horváth hanna horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Supressing a laugh at the fact Hanna stated Rob belonged in the pages of GQ, she sucked in her stomach with a deep breath. This was becoming a weirdly uncomfortable situation in her mind. While she was happy to see Hanna, having her crash into the little bubble of bliss and burst it. When his territorial side had flared se had oozed with elation, but now things had turned a little sour. She wasn't quite sure why Hanna had turned up here, or how she had found her. But she was here now.

Quietly she pursed her lips. Well Rob had at least warmed to her cousin. Now she had the two most important people in her life in the same room she wasn't quite sure how to feel. Her old world had come crashing so forcefully into her new one, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle the off shot of it all.

After a pause of a heartbeat, she realised Rob was actually addressing her. "Uh, no." Shaking her head she looked to him "I'll have some Whiskey." With another seconds pause she took the glass and glanced between them. Giving an uneasy smile, she looked form Hanna to Rob. "Well, Hanna this is Rob. Rob this is Hanna" Minute by minute this was getting more awkward and overwhelming for her. Eventually she looked to Hanna again, waiting for her to carry on like she knew she would.

EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
hanna horváth

[hanna horváth]

When Rob told her she would 'fit right in just fine', she felt a bit of relief. That was a nice thing to say, especially when that was all she really wanted in life. To be loved and accepted. She offered a sweet smile, trying her best to hold in tears but all it did was result in her shaking with sadness instead.

Rob handed her a glass of whiskey and Lyra formally introduced them on the sofa, ”Thank you. I-It’s nice to meet you, Rob.” she told him with a quivering lip, looking down at the glass before raising the glass to her mouth to take a generous swig with ease. Hopefully that would soothe her woes tonight.

Hanna could tell that there was something off about Lyra. She didn’t expect her cousin to be giddy and excited to see her, due to the circumstances, but she almost looked like another person. The blonde couldn’t tell what was different. Hanna sucked in a breath of air, looping an arm through Lyra’s so she could rest her head on her shoulder and feel her warmth. Hanna was hurting, but she wasn't a private person in the slightest. She didn't care if a stranger like Rob heard her therapy session with Lyra. Sometimes outsiders had good input. 

Hanna pulled a dramatic sigh passed her lips, ”I-I’m sorry for just showing up like this, but things have been like, so, soo hard, Ly. Every day I just wake up so sad and lonely, and all I do is scroll on my phone and try to see w-what he’s doing…” her voice started to shake because she was going to cry again but she took another sip of the whiskey to stop herself. ”That tacky asshole cheated and b-broke up with me and took that slut on vacation to the fucking Bahamas when that was supposed to be me!!" she exclaimed, weeping as she wiped her blackened tears off her cheek, " And his music fucking sucks!!!” she yelled passionately. 

EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
Lyra Horváth

[EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK]

Rob pressed his lips together and nodded once, glancing from his mate to her cousin. In so many ways, they were complete opposites. And yet, there was a connection between them that in some ways reminded him of his bond with Lyra. They were related by blood, and shared a long history of love and companionship. Even if perhaps it wasn’t as soul deep as the mating bond, Rob knew that any protests he had would have fallen on deaf ears. Instead, he dutifully retrieved whisky and three glasses, pouring out measures for himself and Hanna and after a moment, one for Lyra.

Reaching out, Rob gave Lyra’s hand a little squeeze of reassurance. He sauntered off to the kitchen, busying himself with organising the cabinets as to not intrude on their reunion, yet still staying within listening and summoning distance in case he was needed.

Lyra Horváth
hanna horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

At Hanna's outburst Lyra raised an eyebrow, reminded of the fact it was near midnight. She had been about to shush her, but then remembered the sound proof wards that they had put up to protect themselves and their neighbours during their Full Moon transformation. They'd never bothered taking them down, and actually it sort of suited them. So it was fine.

It was gut wrenching to see Hanna like this. Her bubbly, happy Hanna. The one that always cheered her up no matter what. "No Hanz don't be silly. It's just a surprise is all." Which was true, this had been the last thing she had been expecting. She let Hanna shift to sit more comfortably and lean on her like she had when they were little kids. Hanna had always been the older, bigger cousin. But Lyra was the more emotionally in tune one, the one who was soft and squishy and made things nice again. Clutching at her Cousin's hand now, whiskey tumbler in the other she gave her a sideways smile after she let her have her little rant.

"I never liked him anyway. Pompous Cunt" Sighing, without batting an eyelid she tore him down. What she was saying wasn't untrue, she had just never said it out loud because she knew Hanna adored him and hadn't wanted to upset her. Taking a slow sip from her glass, she realised she wasn't really in the mood to drink after all, and may have preferred tea, but she was here now. Holding out her hand she barked an order rather sensibly "Give me your phone. You're having a detox. No protests. I'll run your socials for a few days." She'd done it before, she could do it again. With a small smirk she nodded in agreement

"His music does suck." With a small laugh, she gave Rob a glance she grinned at his back, wondering what he would think of all this. "Too trancey. You need better taste."


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EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK

[hanna horváth]

Lyra stated she never liked the guy anyways, calling him a 'pompus cunt'. She nodded her head up and down in fervent agreement, pretending like saying such things about someone she loved weeks ago didn't hurt her soul. It tore her insides to shreds.

The blonde clutched her phone to her chest when Lyra told her to give it to her. Hanna couldn't remember the last time she had gone a waking moment without looking at the device, it would probably be a good detox for her. A sigh pulled passed her lips as she searched her cousins eyes, ”Ugh, I don’t knooow Ly. Then what will I do? I will be so bloody bored...” she whined, pouting out her lip fully knowing that Lyra wasn't going to take no for an answer. Hanna handed over the phone, feeling it vibrate as it left her hands. Now she wouldn't know what that message said until Lyra was ready, or annoyed enough, to hand it over.

Hanna could always count on Lyra to make her feel better. She made a comment about how his music was 'too trancey' and she nodded as if it were a sudden realization, wiping a couple of new tears that had fallen but the waterworks had settled, for now. "Yeah..and he had bad breath." she added harshly. Rob was doing something in the kitchen and Hanna noticed when Lyra turned to him to look at his back in an adoring fashion. Her eyes widened, giddiness bubbling upside her, “Oh, my God. He’s like soo hot” she mouthed to Lyra in a way they would similar to when they were young girls. An exaggerated, ‘orgasmic’ eye roll to the back of the skull. Hopefully in a way that Rob wouldn’t hear or see.

Then, sticking to the true ingénue or damsel in distress role, she choked out an innocent, "Can I stay with you guy for a couple of days?" taking another sip of whiskey. Already able to feel the contents of the glass warming his her insides.

EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK
Lyra Horváth

[EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK]

Rob stifled a snort of laughter at Lyra's identification that the man Hanna had been dating was a pompous cunt. It sounded like a compliment, falling from his mate's lovely lips. Rob busied himself in the kitchen, trying to give the girls some privacy whilst remaining around. Just in case. He knew that Lyra could handle herself. After a moment of rummaging about in the cabinets, he heard Hanna raise her voice slightly and ask if she could stay. In true older brother fashion, Rob had no issue with it. If Halo ever asked to stay, he knew that Lyra would acquiesce, no matter how well or poorly they got on. Rob poked his head back into the lounge, and nodded at Lyra. "Fine by me," he said with a half smile, before disappearing again, this time taking his whisky out onto the tiny balcony that overlooked their leafy street.

Lyra Horváth
hanna horváth

[Lyra Horváth]

Clasping a hand around the phone, Lyra nodded. "Good for you. You need a detox, and no need to be seeing all that shit anyway."

Shoving it down the side of the couch cushions underneath her, she gave a shrug and a small smirk. "You'll just have to live in the real world, like I do" Which wasn't untrue. Lyra had never bought in to having technology. In the past it had been easier, for living off the grid. Much handier when you wanted to be untraceable. Though she had been thinking of investing in one more and more when she thought about keeping in contact with Rob when she couldn't be with him. God he had turned her into such a dependable sap. Shaking that thought off, she pursed her lips and shrugged to Hanna again. "You can come out and meet people where I work. Or around London. You won't be bored"



It wasn't long before that thought had passed, and Hanna had moved on to more pressing matters; Rob.

Of course she had been wondering how long it would be before Hanna moved on to that. Nibbling on her lip, she nodded almost cautiously. She had mentioned to Hanna a few weeks ago she had been seeing someone. But had kept it sort of vague. The idea of the bond still freaked her out a little, never mind trying to explain it and the intensity surrounding it to other people. No, realistically anyone could see she was totally head over heels for him, but the details of it had been left out from Hanna. "I know. Ridiculously good looking really." eventually she agreed with a wicked little smile. He was ridiculously good looking. She knew that. A territorial pang ran through her chest as she glanced towards his back in the kitchen. She hesitated, thinking of telling her how it had all come about, but then decided against it for the moment. It wasn't the time right now, she thought.



While her cousin was making her way through her Whiskey, Lyra's glass sat a little limp and forgotten in her hand.



At Hanna's question, she faltered, unsure of how to answer it for a moment. Of course she wanted her here, but then, it wasn't exactly her flat to give away like that. She knew Rob would say it was, but sometimes she felt like an imposing guest in the flat they shared.



The sickly feeling that had been settling began to dissipate when Rob swooped in and saved the day. Thank Merlin. Nodding in agreement eagerly now she shot Rob a small smile, before sharing it with Hanna. "Of course. It'll be fun. Like a sleepover.."

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