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It is insanely gorgeous.

So buy it.

It's also insanely expensive and therefore staying on that

side of the window.

Come on who deserves it more than you?

Okay, you could go in there, and you could charm the

pencil skirts off all those snooty clerks and snag that coat

for free but you don't.

Because there's things I like better than stuff.

You really think that those loaded ladies in there have

a better life?

That depends, does boinking your ex make for a better life?

What?

Oh--

Oh Kenzi, what a treat.

Hi Ciara! ...How are you?

Great! You?

We're good!

Bo, I never had the chance to properly thank you for

saving my life during the body snatch debacle...

Really not necessary.

But it is...

Can I treat you to lunch?

Oooh, sorry.

Kenzi's not feeling so good.

I'm sorry I just had some really bad salami--

Some other time then...

Byeee.

Okay, so you're not a saint.

Did you really wanna have lunch with her?

Totes. I mean, she probably eats somewhere expensive and... pay for it

but hey if my bestie's got problems with her...

I don't have "problems" with her.

I just don't feel like hanging out with her,

she's not my friend.

...Do I not know what the word "problems" means?

Ow!

Let's go.

Ow!

That was for the arm!

Excuse me--

Rusty! Shooter girls just got here, don't miss 'em...

Sweet party, bro!

Just the warm up! Wait'll we hit Ibiza!

Oh my god, your room is a-ma-zing.

No, you are.

Give me this.

Okay--

Don't move a muscle.

Bit of a selection for you here.

I got ribbed "for her pleasure"?

Something in a leopard print maybe?

Or cherry flavour...

Mmm cherries...

Guy?

Life is hard when you don't know who you are...

It's harder when you don't know what you are...

My love carries a death sentence...

I was lost for years...

Searching while hiding...

Only to find I belonged to a world hidden from humans...

I won't hide anymore.

I will live the life I choose.

Sync by Alex1969 www.addic7ed.com

Absolutely, sir.

Yeah.

We were all over it..

Okay, you got it.

Chief's on our ass, tell me the killer left

a signed confession?

Yeah sure.

It's in that box of Cubans.

I got me some bad d�j� vu about this.

Third body, two weeks.

Lot of commonalities.

All vics twenty-something, killed at home, wealthy.

Asphyxiation, crushed bones, internal bleeding...

That girl worth a look?

As a suspect?

Ain't no way she did it. She's half his weight--

and fifty-percent of that is champagne.

Look man--

This is starting to smell funny to me.

And I'm not even a wolf.

Definitely Fae.

Fae serial killer?

Murdering humans. And getting real sloppy.

He's not even feeding on them.

We need to make a connection.

Fast.

Lucky for us, "Cam" scheduled his every waking moment.

Hell of a life, too--

wall-to-wall parties in Rio, Dubai, Paris..

He's got a few in town this week too...

Thought we could get some intel.

Those parties will be serious A list.

And we can't crash them, we've already been made at the scenes.

We weren't who I was thinking of..

The parties are insane, ladies.

One word: hot tubs.

That's two words, dinkus.

Okay okay okay--

Hot tubs filled with Cristal.

Those are five really good words.

They cater with celebrity chefs.

Fly DJ's in from all around the world.

Oyster bars, vodka tastings, huh?

Swag bags worth more than my car...

I'm gonna marry these parties is what I'm gonna do.

Well, it does sound like fun and we could always use a little fun.

- We could. - AND, a clothing allowance.

But don't these people all know each other?

How do you figure we fit in?

Well, we gotta send you to prep school.

Hook you up with someone to talk to.

Someone who's dialed in to the young money crowd.

Okay, sounds good.

Who?

You know, we don't have time for this.

Bo, I will make time to help you.

A guest list for the party you're going to.

Fully notated with advice and juicy detail on each guest.

Oh, also...

You should try this on.

Oh, no, that's okay.

I'm, I'm... I'm dressed.

Humour me?

One in her size, please?

Who's this guy?

Russell Cooper-- he's the host.

"Derek Hurst-- ask about a boat."

True sailor, lives and dies by the wind.

Act interested, and he'll nearly insist on being your boyfriend.

"Ian Morton-- don't ask about a boat."

Technically it was his father's.

But technicalities don't matter at the bottom of the lake.

"Lita S - play up your interest in fashion."

She does accessories.

VERY exclusive.

You know, come to think of it there was some chatter

about her and the first victim.

She's gorgeous, single, and she spent a lot of time on a custom

piece for him.

People thought they were knocking custom boots?

Could you just take a few minutes and try this on?

I just love this window into your world.

And Dyson's.

He can be so impenetrable.

Plus, every time I offer to buy him a dress, he turns me down.

Okay, I will try it-- but I can't let you buy it for me, okay?

Nonsense -- it's for Dyson's work, and...

You know, sorry to go on about him, it's just... you know him so well and--

Can't hear you! The dress is over my head!

Oh, no thank you but the canap�s look charming, Russell.

Someone gave me the name of a charming caterer.

You're welcome.

I brought you a little gift.

Because the host is always the most important decoration.

It's a signature Lita S belt.

Because what is it I always say...?

Handmade, artisanal items set a man apart in a pre-fab world.

I'm gonna put it on right now.

For "battle."

You would be making my night.

Oh hi!

Okay, I say we start with the whiskey bar, the raw bar,

and then gift bags.

Or, you know, gift bags, desserts, vodka tasting whatever--

but we need a strategy, pronto.

Yeah, to investigate.

I did not go shopping with Princess Grace just for the

makeover.

Yes, but Lita S is here somewhere!

What if there's a free boot bar?!

I'm sorry.

Do I--

You must be Russell. Hi.

And you are?

I, um--

I am very pleased to introduce you to my friend,

K-Kimmy.

Thank you, Bitsy.

Hi, we live upstairs.

That right?

Yeah, we saw you were having a 'do, thought we would come

and say, you know, HOLLA! Or, etcetera.

You look a little more downtown than

my other neighbours.

Aren't you charming, darling.

Nothing hotter than a girl who's a little dirty around

the edges...

You want a tour?

Oh, she'd love one.

Yes.

Got a bar fridge in each bathroom, fully stocked...

With snacks.

'Cause that's the best place to eat food.

I knew I liked you.

I knew it.

Thank you.

Have we met?

Placing faces isn't my forte.

I wish someone would invent an app for that.

I'd buy it.

I'm Clive.

Or as my friends would call me -- C3PO.

Human-cyborg relations.

Clive it is.

So are you friends with Russell?

Yeah, I like to think I am.

He, um... Invested in my software company.

So that's how you guys are able to have this much fun, huh?

You're tech guys.

Yeah, a few of us.

Speaking of tech, do you wanna see something cute?

I'd love to.

My brother just sent me photos of my new niece,

"Steven Arianna."

After the original genius, of course. Steve Jobs.

Right--

My brother's the dork in the family.

Aww, cute baby.

I'm Lita.

Oh Lita S. I heard you'd be here.

Oh, well, I'm flattered.

And I am in the market actually for a truly special

pair of boots for my very best girlfriend.

I wish I could help.

But I don't really have any lines for women anymore.

But if you have any men you'd like me to dress,

let me know.

I was telling someone about this beautiful cover, how it warms

the chill technology spreads.

May I...?

So, Clive, did you know Cam Ferguson?

I did, I was at the party that night.

You know, I just don't really want to talk about it.

Apologies, I need to excuse myself.

And that's how I made my first mil.

No bigs.

So Cameron, the dead guy...

Were you his business partner?

He was like a brother to me.

I can't believe that he's gone...

Hey you -- ever seen Isabella's book of artistic nudes?

Gosh, mister, no!

I'll show you.

Okay--

That box-- Balinese.

I love Balinesia!

Hey, is this... Is this by Lita S?

I heard she was gonna be here tonight.

She's a good, good friend. She actually made me this belt.

Wow.

You wanna meet her?

If you insist.

And if you could arrange a one-on-one that would be cool.

What are you doing?

Dude, did you roofie me up the side of my head?

Ow...

Creepy way to cop a feel, man--

Oh my god.

Oh man... Oh!

Great, just what every girl needs.

A matching set of dead guys.

Dude, aren't you dead?

No.

Are you?

Nope.

But he is.

Ahhhh!

You wanted to see me.

Do you know what this is, doctor?

A Peri.

It's an endangered Fae of ancient Persian origin.

Yes, I know.

Such exquisite little creatures.

Until they begin to swarm, then they become more like killer bees.

Bees... Bees with the voices of angels.

I know what a Peri is, Ash--

I did an autopsy on one for you a few weeks ago.

What, this?

Well, you asked for a quick turnaround.

On a full autopsy, which I want you to do now.

I'm having a hard time.

Personally.

I have new evidence about what happened with Nadia.

Well I want you to do the report again... correctly.

Now off you go.

I'm running low on patience.

And I got hit on the head, Sergeant Hard-ass!

Haven't you ever heard of victim's rights?

Your Sunday paper?

Your rap sheet.

Or the rap sheet for some of you.

Kenzi Williams, Kenzi McAdams, Kenzi Rogers.

Also, Rhino Levine, Ninotchka Alexandrovich and Toni Soprano.

Oh yeah, that last one was a boondoggle!

But it wasn't my fault.

Big mix-up at the passport office.

Try again.

Mine was a troubled youth, officer.

I'm sorry--

The orphanage...

And then I became a governess for a Mr. Rochester, who...

Listen.

I have a holding cell, and a dead guy.

I also have a mouthy girl with quite the record.

You wanna do the math?

Chief needs to see you, Rossy.

Thanks for softening this one up for me, all right?

Oh, thank Hale.

I gotcha, little mama.

But just try to give me something to tell them.

What'd you see before you got K.O.'d?

Some privileged mo-fo trying to impress me out of my girdle.

Uh-huh...

A desk, Persian rug, books of "artistic nudes".

What else?

A wooden box-- Balinese...

Did you look in it?

Yeah, um...

Sticky notes, paper clips.

Cough drops.

And a business card holder- by Lita S.

Good job.

Alright, alright, alright--

I don't like dead people.

You want some?

I'm not really hungry.

Thank you.

...I am Maganda.

It means "pretty of the forest".

I'm Bo. It means, uh... Well, Bo.

Are you here as a witness for the murder?

I witness all.

From beneath a tree.

You live in the park?

No, my home is lost.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You know, I'm not gonna have much to tell them when it's my turn.

Did you see something?

Moon of silver.

Owl seeking God.

Snake with the face of lady.

Beautiful face.

Long dark silk down her back.

Miss?

You're up.

Wow.

How's Clive doing? Is he going to be okay?

Yeah.

But he got it worse than Kenzi.

Well, maybe the killer's more determined to hurt guys.

Maybe. Take a look at this.

It's the floor plan to the victim's place.

Kenzi and the vic were here in the office.

Clive comes down the hallway, to use the bathroom.

Where are you?

I am in the kitchen trying to pretend I'm not dressed

like Succubus Barbie.

It is a different look for you.

Ciara picked it out.

You look nice.

So, where is Lita at this point?

Lita who?

Lita S.

She's some kind of designer, lifestyle consultant,

something...

As far as I can tell, she's been at every party.

She's not on my witness list.

But your squad cars got there within minutes.

She's not the kind of girl who could walk away unnoticed.

She probably blended right in.

Anyway, no one noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Actually...

Somebody did.

You think Lita's Fae?

Maybe. Maybe some kind of snake-shifter?

All the products Lita makes are real snakeskin.

Wallets, shoes...

So she uses her own dead skin to make her stuff?

That's very green of her.

Kenzi saw a snakeskin case on Russell's desk before he died.

One of the other vics had snakeskin shoes.

I think you need to talk to her again.

Oh no, I am not her type.

Except in a snake-toying-with-a-mouse way.

She really likes guys.

Handsome guys with more money than brains...

You're saying that I fit that description?

You've got the handsome part down.

So, what, I go undercover?

Act moneyed?

Yes. And you bring Bo.

What, who does what?

Lita's a predator- she'll love chasing him

with you right there.

Well, I have met her so I guess I could say Dyson's my brother.

Go with fianc�.

Bring out her fangs.

That's not a great idea.

We've done it before.

It's just things were pretty different then.

I know, but we're all friends now.

The three of us. Right?

Alright, let's do it.

Are you sure?

I trust you.

Poor Wendell is so smart when it comes to finance,

but all he ever wears is this exact same suit.

Every single day, you have twenty versions!

Darling, please, I also have my golf shirts.

Which I wear for golf.

Wendell.

Adorable.

May I just?--

Oh yes. Your fianc� didn't mention how handsome you were...

What I want to do is bring out the natural man from within you.

There's a wild animal in there somewhere.

Oh, yes. There is.

I sat on a few boards with Russell Cooper.

He always looked impeccable and I know that that was due to you.

You knew Russell?

Oh, how awful, I've just remembered something--

I am double booked and I need to run.

But we came all this way; are you trying to lose customers?

We know you're Fae, Lita.

Dyson!

I'm okay, I'm okay, just go!

Okay.

My home!

Don't touch!

Got her!

Okay.

You spit on the wrong guy.

The Ash's guards have her sedated.

Heavily.

She's in the dungeon.

That was an impressive tackle you made back there.

What can I say, I'm a snake charmer.

Find anything yet?

Just that you can make a killing selling handmade snakeskin

items.

Oh wait, cancel that-- I just found something.

Something good?

A client list.

And our last victim is on it.

So is the one before that.

Go back.

Heinze... That can't be.

Who's Heinze?

He's a Kobold.

Ex-navy, retired.

And definitely not Lita's type.

Hey.

Thanks for agreeing to meet, Clive.

I'm Detective Hale.

You might remember Kenzi?

We got our heads bashed in together.

We're practically engaged.

But I thought you were "Kimmy"?

That's my middle name.

She's got a few of those.

I need to ask you about Lita S.

I see her at parties all the time.

Has she ever threatened any of you?

No! Never!

Everyone always wants her around, she's like having

a mirror ball at your party.

See, look.

I guess I'm a little in love with her.

But now Russell's dead, and Cam, and Neil...

What if I'm next?

Oh, dude, buck up.

She's locked up, and you're safe.

Or my name isn't Kenzi-Kimmy.

Really?

Okay.

Sure I know Lita.

Whatta lady!

Wouldn't mind her walking my plank, know what I mean?

Were you a client, Heinze?

I don't live up in that air, honey.

Wanna buy something nice for your girlfriend here, Dyson?

I got these ivory bangles, from darkest Africa.

She's my colleague.

Not to mention the global ban on ivory.

Ah, just joking you.

They're plastic.

She asked you a question.

How I knew Lita?

Used to sail stuff around the world for people, now I sell the

stuff myself, exotic goods, sent from the four corners.

Handicrafts, Miss Lita calls them.

Sends lots of her clients to me for things that are... unique.

Humans -- those poor sods are always looking to buy things

that make them feel special.

Well, what does she get out of it?

She gets a wee cut of my sales.

Also, a steady supply of rats from the ships...

For her snacks.

I'm a trustworthy guy.

Eh, Tricksy?

Unless a Kobald is bound to you, don't leave any of your stuff lying

around.

That's not fair now.

We don't care about any of that.

We just care about some recent human deaths.

Take a look at these.

Never seen them.

These boys were killed by Fae hands.

Probably Lita's.

Would you look at the time?

I've got an antiques show to set up for.

You'd be surprised at the old stuff you can talk humans

into buying.

Okay, I know Kobalds are shifty,

but that was over the top.

Just me?

Dyson.

I'm on my way.

Snake is awake.

Time to play.

Were you angry when you killed them?

No, I loved them. And their credit cards.

Then why did you run?

I thought you were gonna bust me for selling my skin.

Yeah, shedding your Fae DNA all over the human world.

The Ash didn't like hearing that.

The Ash can bite me.

Are humans going and getting their boots and shoes tested now

to see if they contain Fae DNA?

Please. They can barely do them up.

One last time- why did you kill them?

I didn't.

You expect us to believe a snake?

I'm innocccccent!

You gonna do that in the Ash's house?

I don't think so, put them away.

Put them away!

Danger Ciara one o'clock!

You wanna fake food poisoning, let's go with chicken wings?

You know what?

I'm actually kind of starting to like her.

Okay, you need to get laid.

Ha ha ha, but not by Dyson. Dyson and I are done.

Like, DONE done.

We are soo done.

But, he obviously has great taste in women.

And Ciara's... She's smart, and funny, and she's ballsy.

Ohhh my god, isn't she just sooo perfect.

Why don't we just blow up an air mattress and invite her

to move in?

You are jealous.

Who's jealous?

Nobody at this table.

Obviously we're all way, way-super-uber mature.

Did you hear they got Lita?

I came to buy you some champagne,

but you don't sound too enthusiastic.

Bubbly? Are you kidding?

She's ecstatic!

I'll get the champers!

Trick says that Lita is a Mama Wata.

A snake Fae.

I knew one once and they do tend to like expensive trinkets.

Right.

Here's my question:

The guys were all crushed to death...

Strangled.

But when confronted, Lita spat poison.

You're right, that's the way a Mama Wata would operate...

It's not a python, it's a poisonous snake.

Okay, I christen thee... good ship Drunkypop!

Don't pop the cork.

Yet.

We have the wrong Fae.

Hello?

Clive, you gotta watch out!

Kimmy?

- Just watch your back. - Whoa, slow down.

We got the wrong Fae, man.

Noooo!

Clive?

CLIVE?

Clive, are you there?

We tracked the GPS on his phone.

He's dead.

Same kind of kill. No witnesses.

His computer tablet was smashed and his body was crushed.

Dude, keep the gory details to your gory self.

That poor little nerd-nik.

He was a sweet guy.

Yeah, and now I'm starting to feel like the black widow.

You meet me at a party and then, BAM, you're cooked.

It is not your fault, Kenz. Okay?

There is someone out there who has lost it.

And we had the wrong suspect.

Yeah, about that, Fae Sherlock Holmes and Fae Watson...

What the hell?

You wouldn't know quality if you fell off a frigate

and drowned in it!

Ladies, my goodness, look at us!

Evening, Heinze.

Need anything?

Just having a chat with these fine ladies.

Try it out, milady.

I know you're not soliciting in my establishment.

Would I do such a thing?

Yes.

How much?

Eighty-nine ninety-eight.

What? The wood's from Bali.

I have to recoup my costs somehow.

Would that be endangered wood from Bali?

Out, Heinze.

Trick, I got a lot of stuff I gotta sell and fast.

Please?

Off the stool, Lalie. It's leaving.

But it's so comfy my bottom feels like it's come home!

See?

It's quality stuff!

You want to try too, Trick?

Or you want a cut? I can do that.

Gute nacht, Heinze.

You want a four poster bed or a cutting board,

you know who to call...

Out!

Someone is killing tiny, endangered Fae.

Harmless, defenseless Fae.

I believe so.

And based on the evidence that you provided, we have at least three

Peri deaths...

by electrocution.

It doesn't make sense.

I agree.

And I have a theory.

Oh yes?

But I need your help first.

With this.

Cursing nail.

African.

And I have reason to believe it's related to

Nadia's state.

I have to get her out of that coma.

You think she's cursed?

It fits.

I've done everything that you've ever asked of me.

I think that I've earned the right to ask for one thing of you.

Surely there's something that you--

I wasn't The Ash when she was cursed.

If, indeed, she is. I can't help you.

But you're the Ash now,

and you have all the powers of the Ash.

Just grant me top-level clearance,

for research and documents.

The old Ash kept journals, religiously.

No.

I cannot go on like this.

You can, and you will.

Come back when you've composed yourself.

No.

Because nothing is worth this life.

I will not be your servant anymore, I will take Nadia

and we will leave.

And how on Earth will you manage that?

No! Please!

Please! Please!

Ash I beg you please!

Please Ash!

Do we have the old Ash's journals in archive?

Bring them to me.

Being on Lita's client list is still a risk factor.

All those boys dress the same, play at the same places,

like the same things...

It's not enough of a connection.

I'm telling you, what if I met the first two victims

and I didn't even know it?

I keep popping up!

You're being crazy.

But someone keeps popping up.

The crazy homeless lady?

We picked her up in the park near Russell's.

Maganda. She was there when we chased Lita out of her office.

Those locations are close.

Coincidence?

I didn't think the po-po believed in those.

We don't.

Wait a minute--

Bo, what was in her cart?

Random stuff.

You know, a lot of tchotchkes.

Salad bowls, wooden trays, men's jewelry boxes...

That kinda stuff.

The box from Russell's desk is gone.

What?

She took it? That's what she wanted?

Trick, you got any ideas about this?

She's a Batibat.

A What-i-what?

Each of them belongs to one tree,

and one tree belongs to them.

They're generally peaceful.

The problem starts when you cut down a Batibat's tree.

Every sliver is a part of them.

They won't let any of it go.

To the point where they'll kill to get it back.

Their rings are their history, their diary.

Someone, and I think I might know who--

took the Batibat's tree and it got made into the items

your victims owned.

The wood feels good.

It feels like home.

So she was compelled to kill them, to reclaim her home.

Like a mother seeking a lost child.

It's instinctual.

Primal.

Almost animal.

And she needs every piece back.

Great, wicked guys, but what is she looking for here?

Stay calm.

Hey--

We're here to help.

Maganda?

We know it's been you all along.

She'll crush him!

Won't work, she's lived with birdsong all her life...

Sorry!

Good one, though.

Stay with us, D!

What here is hers?

Heinze was trying to sell wooden things.

He was desperate.

He was trafficking her wood.

Balinese.

He was limping.

His cane!

Push!

Maganda? Look what I got!

Bo! My vault!

Come on, here Maganda.

Come on.

That's it, that's it.

Come on, tree hugger.

Come with me.

We gotta get Heinze and the rest of her wood.

Fast.

MINE!

MINE!

Well, she's certainly a rather focused individual.

That's admirable.

Open the door!

Thought you'd try to run, Heinze?

I don't know what you're trying to pull here.

I was off to the Bahamas, you can't just abduct a guy.

Oh no.

Oh yeah.

You took her tree Heinze, what'd you expect?

I didn't know.

I didn't know it was a Batibat's wood!

Now you gonna tell me you left your cane by accident too?

I didn't want any more boys to die.

I figured you'd know what to do...

Bah, you were saving your own skin.

Maganda? We have someone here. The man that bought your tree

from the poachers.

We know he had it cut up and made into things

he was selling.

He's gonna get it all back for you.

What?

No! Wait!

That's impossible!

I sold most of it already.

Hundreds of items!

People won't give it back for free!

Like I said, you're gonna get it all back for her.

It'll take months!

The cost will ruin me!

And what about what's happened to her, huh?

What about what's happened to the guys who bought stuff from you?

Maganda, it's going to take a little bit of time,

but he'll do it.

You just have to stay in custody while he does, okay?

Yes.

Yes!

Hundreds of years, my tree.

Waltzing with the clouds, waving to the rain.

Every leaf grew in my heart.

It was my home.

It was my heart.

It was a castle for my grandchildren.

And now it's gone.

I'm so sorry.

It won't be the same, but your tree will be yours again.

Oh, no that's okay.

I don't need a hug.

Looks great.

Fits you like a glove.

Sadly, I don't have a rich hipster party to wear it to

tonight.

Oh, well, me neither.

Do you have a minute?

For you? Always.

Ciara, you're smart and you're genuine and you have an

awesome swing with a fireplace poker.

I try.

But you also seem kinda lonely.

And kind of hurt.

Am I that obvious?

Look, I don't want to talk about your boyfriend,

and I can't claim to understand him now.

If I ever did.

But if you wanted to make me your friend?

You succeeded.

You deserve to be happy.

Thank you.

Talk to Dyson.

Be direct.

I'll see you around.

Hey, beautiful.

This looks like trouble.

That depends...

Will you sit with me?

Of course.

I'm good with trouble.

I'm mad about you, Dyson.

Wild, crazy, mad about you.

I feel as though I've waited lifetimes for this.

I have, actually.

- Ciara-- - Just remember how long I've known you.

I won't be easy to fool.

And I don't want to be a fool.

I don't want to stay and clutch at something that will

simply never be there.

So I need to know...

Will you love me back?

I will give you everything that I can.

Do my very best to make you happy.

You already do.

She looks so happy.

Yes she does.

We'll keep her here until Heinze does his duty

and the police case cools down.

May take a number of years.

Well, she did murder humans.

She has to pay for it in some way.

Eventually, we'll ship her back to the jungle with all her goods.

Thank you, Lachlan.

I really appreciate it.

Not at all.

If the Light Fae are happy, then I'm happy.

Their lives are more important to me than anything else.

...Okay, sure.

I will do anything to protect our people.

...Great.

I trust you know your way back upstairs?

I've a few little things to do.

Yeah... Thanks again.

Lachlan?

Please--

Lachlan?!

Please?!

I beg you, please?

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