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00:00I'd been asleep for maybe 40 minutes, the deep dreamless kind you only get after a long week,
00:05when my phone lit up the nightstand like a flare gun. I'm 63 years old. I spent 31 years as
00:11a
00:11family attorney. My body still flinches at unexpected phone calls the way soldiers flinch
00:16at car backfires. Nothing good comes through a phone at 2am. Not ever. The name on the screen
00:22stopped my heart for exactly one beat. Skyla. Welcome back to Dad's True Revenge. Grab your
00:28snacks, get comfortable, and remember, the people in these stories had every chance to behave
00:33themselves. They just chose wrong. Drop a comment and be sure to subscribe. You're going to love it
00:39here. Not Anthony. Not his wife, Natalie. My granddaughter. Eight years old, calling me from
00:45what I assumed was her own bed in their house in Marietta, Georgia. A quiet suburb of Atlanta,
00:50where the lawns are too perfect and the smiles are too practiced and everything looks fine until you
00:56look closer. I answered before the second ring. Skyla, baby. What's wrong? The sound she made
01:02wasn't crying. Not exactly. It was the sound a child makes when they've been crying so long they've
01:07run out of the wet part. Just breathe. Shaking breath. Like a car engine that won't quite turn over.
01:14Grandpa. She said my name like it was the only word she had left. I was already sitting up. Already
01:20reaching for my glasses. Already calculating. Old habit. 31 years of family law teaches you to do math
01:27in your head before your feet hit the floor. Distance. Six hours by car, 45 minutes by plane.
01:34Time. 2-0 for this. But doing it anyway. I'm here, I said. I'm right here. Tell me what happened.
01:41They left. Two words. I made her repeat them because I genuinely did not believe what I heard.
01:48Who left, sweetheart? Daddy and Mama and Alex. Her voice cracked on the last name. Her brother's name.
01:55Her bio brother. Anthony and Natalie's biological son. 11 years old who shared their jawline and their
02:01laughter and apparently their vacation plans. They went to Florida. To Disney World. I didn't say
02:07anything for a moment. Say that again. They went to Disney World. She repeated softer. Like she was
02:13ashamed of it. Like it was somehow her fault. Without me. They said. They said I had school
02:18Monday and it didn't make sense to take me but Alex doesn't have school either. And Grandpa.
02:23She broke. Just broke. Why? Why didn't they take me too? Here's what I want you to understand about
02:30that moment. I am a man who once cross-examined a sitting county judge. Without blinking. I once
02:36argued in front of an appellate court with a 102 degree fever. Because my client needed me there.
02:41I have delivered news to parents that no parent should ever receive. Custody lost. Rights terminated.
02:48Children gone. And I have done it with steady hands. And a measured voice. Because that is what
02:53the job required. I sat on the edge of my bed in Decatur, Georgia. Six hours away from my granddaughter.
02:59And I had to press my fist against my mouth to keep from saying every single thing I was thinking.
03:04You didn't do anything wrong. I said instead. You hear me? Not one thing. Then why?
03:09I don't know yet baby. But I'm going to find out. I didn't know it yet. But I'm going to
03:15find out
03:15would become the most important promise I'd make in the last decade of my life.
03:19I called my neighbor Joseph Wright at 2.11am. Joseph is 71. Retired Delta mechanic. And the
03:26only person I know who treats a middle-of-the-night phone call like a perfectly normal social event.
03:31Steven. He picked up on the first ring. Sounding completely awake. I've never understood that about him.
03:36I need you to watch the dog. Silence. Then. How long? I don't know. Few days, maybe more.
03:45That granddaughter of yours? I paused. Yeah. I'll be over in ten minutes to get the key.
03:51That's Joseph Wright. Didn't ask a single question I didn't want to answer. I've known him for 22 years
03:57and that man has never once in his life minded his own business. Except every time it actually mattered.
04:02Those are the friends worth keeping. I booked a flight on my phone while I was still in my pajamas.
04:086.15am out of Hartsfield, Jackson. Landing in Atlanta at 7.02am. Yes. I know it's barely a flight.
04:15It's more of a very expensive bus ride with pretzels. But I wasn't driving six hours at 2am.
04:21I am 63, not 30. My back made that decision years ago. Then I did something I hadn't done in
04:28a long time.
04:28I went to my home office, opened the bottom left drawer of my desk, and took out a small digital
04:34recorder. The kind I used to carry to every client meeting before everything went to apps and cloud
04:39storage. Small. Unobtrusive. The size of a lighter. I told myself it was just a habit. Old lawyer
04:46instinct. I'd figure out later whether that was actually true. I landed in Atlanta at 7.08am on a
04:53Thursday. Three minutes late because the pilot encountered unexpected headwinds, which is
04:58airline speak for we don't really know either. I had a carry-on, my briefcase, my recorder in my
05:03breast pocket, and 31 years of family law sitting in my chest like a stone. I rented a car from
05:09the
05:09Hertz counter. A blue Chevy Malibu that smelled aggressively of pine air freshener, the kind that
05:15makes you wonder what smell it's covering up. And drove 22 minutes to Marietta. The house on
05:21Whitmore Drive looked exactly like I remembered. Beige siding. Two-car garage. Flower beds that
05:27Natalie maintained with the intensity of someone whose self-worth depended on HOA approval.
05:31Which, to be fair, it might. Skyla must have been watching from the window because the front door
05:36opened before I reached the porch steps. She was in her pajamas. Pink ones with little cartoon sloths on
05:42them. Her hair. Dark, curly. The kind that needs attention and love and 45 minutes with a good
05:48detangler was wild from sleep. Her eyes were swollen. She'd been crying since long before
05:54she called me. She didn't say anything. She just ran. I caught her at the bottom of the steps and
05:59held on. She wrapped her arms around my neck with the grip of someone who needed to make sure I
06:04was
06:04real. I felt her exhale against my shoulder. This long, shuddering breath, like she'd been holding it
06:11for hours. Maybe she had. I got you, I said. Grandpa's got you. We stood like that on the front
06:17walkway for a while. The neighborhood was quiet. A sprinkler was running two houses down. A man
06:23walking a beagle gave us a polite nod as he passed, the way people in suburbs acknowledge each other.
06:29I see you. I respect your privacy. Carry on. Eventually I pulled back and looked at her face.
06:35Have you eaten? She shook her head. Did you sleep at all? She didn't sound convincing.
06:40Okay. I picked up my bag with one hand and took her hand with the other. Let's go inside. You're
06:47going to show me where everything is and I'm going to make you the worst scrambled eggs you've ever
06:51had because you know I can't cook. She almost smiled. Almost. The house told me things before
06:57Skyla said a word. That's another old lawyer habit. Read the room before you read the people.
07:03The living room had family photos arranged along the hallway wall, the kind of curated gallery that
07:08says look how happy we are. I walked slowly. I looked carefully. Alex's school photo. Class of
07:14last year. Big grin. Anthony's nose. Anthony and Natalie at what looked like the Grand Canyon.
07:21Alex between them. All three laughing. Alex's Little League trophy on the hallway shelf.
07:27Alex's finger painting framed, actually framed, on the wall beside the bathroom. I counted 11 photos in
07:34that hallway. You want to guess how many had Skyla in them? Two. One was her first day of school
07:39photo,
07:40slightly off-center, like it had been placed there as an afterthought. The other was a group shot. A
07:46Christmas photo. Where she stood at the far left edge of the frame, half a step behind everyone else.
07:51Like she'd wandered into someone else's family portrait. I stood there looking at that Christmas
07:56photo for longer than I should have. Skyla came up beside me and looked at it too.
08:00I don't like that one, she said quietly. Why not? She shrugged. I look like I'm visiting.
08:07Eight years old. Eight years old and she already understood what I was only beginning to document.
08:13I reached up and touched the recorder in my breast pocket. Over eggs, which were, as promised,
08:18genuinely terrible. Skyla talked. I let her lead. Another old habit. Don't interrogate a witness.
08:25Just open a door and stand back. When did they tell you they were going? I asked.
08:29Tuesday night. After dinner. She pushed her eggs around. Daddy said it was a last-minute trip.
08:35For Alex's birthday. Alex's birthday isn't until I stopped myself. I knew when Alex's birthday was.
08:43It was two months away. I know. Skyla said not looking up. I didn't say anything though.
08:49Why not? Because when I said something before about the camping trip, Mama got upset and said I was
08:55being selfish. And then Daddy didn't talk to me for three days. There it is. I kept my face neutral.
09:01Lawyer's face. The one I practiced for three decades so juries couldn't read me. What camping trip?
09:07In September. They took Alex camping in Tennessee. They said I had a sleepover that weekend, but I
09:13didn't. Aria cancelled. She said it plainly, like it was just a fact. Like the hurt had been processed so
09:19many times it had worn smooth. So I stayed home with Mrs. Patterson next door. Aria Rodriguez.
09:26Skyla's best friend from school. Filed that away. I didn't know it yet, but September would become
09:32Exhibit A. Skyla. I set down my fork. Has this happened before, them going somewhere, without you,
09:38more than once? She looked at me for a long moment. Long enough that I understood she was deciding
09:44something. Deciding whether to trust me with the full weight of it. Then she nodded. Slowly.
09:50Carefully. Like the nod itself cost her something. How many times, sweetheart? She looked at the
09:55ceiling, counting. My stomach dropped with every second of silence. A lot, she finally said.
10:02Grandpa, a lot. I reached across the table and put my hand over hers. I pressed the record. I didn't
10:09know it yet, but the eggs were the last normal moment we'd have for a very long time. Anthony
10:14called at noon. I let it go to voicemail. He called again at 12.43. Then Natalie tried at 1
10:21.15.
10:21At 1.47, Anthony left a message that I would eventually play in a courtroom. If you've made
10:27it this far, do us one quick favor. Subscribe. A lot of people watch without ever doing it,
10:33but it costs you nothing and means everything to us. Thank you, genuinely.
10:37Anthony Hall. My son. My blood. The boy I coached through Little League and drove to SAT prep and
10:44paid two semesters of college tuition for before he figured out what he actually wanted to do with
10:48his life. Called my phone four times between noon and 1.47pm on that Thursday. Four times. Not once
10:56did he lead with, is Skyla okay? I want you to sit with that. I replayed all four voicemails while
11:02Skyla
11:03napped on the couch. Finally, mercifully asleep under the weighted blanket I'd found in the hall
11:08closet. The one she'd apparently dragged out herself sometime in the night. I sat at Anthony's
11:13kitchen table with my legal pad, my recorder, and a cup of coffee that was doing its level best to
11:18keep me functional. And I listened. Message one. 12.02pm. Hey dad, it's me. Uh, I'm guessing Skyla called you.
11:26I figured she might. Look, it's not, it's more complicated than it probably seems right now,
11:32okay? Just call me back. More complicated, right? Like differential calculus is complicated. As if
11:40leaving an eight-year-old home alone while you took her brother to Disney World was some kind of nuanced
11:45philosophical position requiring context. Message two. 12.43pm. Dad, come on. Call me back.
11:53I know you're there. No, son. I'm here. There's a difference. Message three. 1.15pm. This one was
12:01Natalie. I just, I want you to know that Skyla was completely safe. Mrs. Patterson next door knew to
12:07check on her, and we left her food and she had her tablet and... She left an eight-year-old
12:12with a next
12:13door neighbor on standby. Like a house plant. Like something you water occasionally and hope for the
12:18best. I wrote, no emergency contact designated. Child left without legal guardian present. 31 years
12:25of family law, people. It comes back fast. Message four. 1.47pm. Anthony again. And this one was
12:33different. This one had Florida background noise behind it. Music, crowd chatter, the unmistakable
12:39sound of a theme park. A place designed to manufacture joy. My son was calling me from inside the Magic
12:45Kingdom to explain why his daughter wasn't there with him. Look, Dad. I need you to not make this
12:51into a whole thing. Skyla's fine. You being there is actually... It's great. She loves you. This works
12:57out fine for everyone. We'll be back Sunday. We can all talk then. Just, just keep her calm, okay?
13:03She gets dramatic. She gets dramatic. I set the phone down very carefully on the table. She gets dramatic.
13:09She's eight years old and she called her grandfather at two in the morning because the people who were
13:14supposed to choose her chose not to. And the word he reached for was dramatic. I picked up my legal
13:20pad
13:20and wrote three words, underlined twice. Pattern. Documentation. Court. Skyla woke up around 3.30,
13:28hair everywhere, sloth pajamas rumpled, looking approximately seven years old, and somehow also
13:34about 40. Kids who've been through hard things get that look. Old eyes in a young face. I'd seen it
13:40in
13:40courtrooms more times than I could count. You stayed, she said, like she'd half expected me to
13:45be gone. I told you I would. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. Did Daddy call?
13:52He did.
13:53Is he mad? Oh, the audacity of that question. Is he mad? No, I said. He's not mad. How are
14:00you feeling?
14:01Hungry. Then quieter, and kind of embarrassed. About what? That I called you, that I cried.
14:07She picked at a loose thread on the blanket. Mama says I'm too sensitive. I put my legal pad
14:13face down on the table. Skyla, look at me. She did. Calling someone who loves you when you're scared
14:19and alone is not too sensitive. That's exactly what you're supposed to do. That's the whole point of
14:24having a grandpa. I paused. And, for the record, I cried in a courtroom once, full tears, in front of
14:32a
14:32judge. Her eyes went wide. You did? The judge was not impressed. But the jury was. I stood up.
14:40Come on. Get dressed. We're not sitting in this house all day. Where are we going? Good question.
14:45I hadn't entirely figured that out. But I knew we weren't staying inside four walls full of lopsided
14:51photo galleries and the ghost of every trip she hadn't been invited on. We're going to get lunch.
14:56Real food. Not my eggs. Thank God, she said. I laughed out loud. First time since I'd landed.
15:03We ended up at a place called Rosie's Diner on Canton Street in downtown Marietta. The kind of
15:08restaurant that's been there since before the highway was built and refuses to update its decor
15:12or its menu on principle. Vinyl booths. Laminated menus. A pie display case with actual rotating pies
15:19inside it. Skyla ordered a grilled cheese and a chocolate milkshake with the confidence of someone
15:24who has earned it. And I ordered the meatloaf because I am 63 years old. And I have made my
15:29peace with who I am. Our waitress, her name tag said Donna, which is exactly the right name for a
15:35woman in a diner like this, dropped off our drinks and gave Skyla a smile the way adults do when
15:40they
15:40can tell a child has had a hard time recently. You got a good grandpa? Donna asked her. Skyla looked
15:46at me.
15:47Yeah, she said. He's okay. High praise, I said. Donna winked and left us alone.
15:53Over lunch I did what I'd been carefully not doing all morning. I asked questions. Slowly. Gently.
16:00Framed as conversation, not interrogation. But I'd be lying if I said the lawyer in me wasn't running a
16:05quiet deposition underneath every bite of meatloaf. Tell me about your school play, I said. The one in
16:12December. Your teacher sent me the program. You had a speaking part. Skyla's face did something
16:17complicated. You saw that. Ms. Peterson emailed me a copy. Said you were wonderful. I had seven lines,
16:24she said, with the quiet pride of someone who'd memorized that number. I was the narrator. Were
16:30Anthony and Natalie there? The complicated thing happened on her face again. Daddy came for a
16:35little bit, she said carefully. He had to leave early because Alex had hockey practice. And Natalie?
16:41She stayed with Alex. I nodded slowly. Kept my voice even. What about your birthday? March,
16:48right? You just turned eight in March. We had cake. She said it simply. At home. Just us. Daddy got
16:55me a
16:55tablet. She paused. I heard them talking the night before. Mama said they should do a party, but Daddy
17:01said. She stopped. You can tell me. She looked at her milkshake. Daddy said they'd done Alex's big
17:08birthday at Great Wolf Lodge last year. And they couldn't do big birthdays every year. It's too
17:13expensive. She said the last part in a slightly different voice. The careful mimicking voice kids
17:18use when they're quoting adults without realizing it. So we just had cake. Alex's birthday is in
17:24October. Skyla's is in March. That's five months apart. Two different years. Two different budgets.
17:31Two different scales of celebration. And somehow the too expensive argument had landed entirely on the
17:36adopted child's side of the ledger. I wrote nothing down. I didn't have to. Some things just burned
17:42directly into memory. Skyla. I set my fork down. Can I ask you something and I need you to tell
17:48me the
17:48truth even if you think it might get someone in trouble. Do you feel like, in that house, you and
17:54Alex
17:54are treated the same? Long pause. Donna refilled my coffee without being asked. The pie case rotated.
18:01A couple in the booth behind us argued quietly about whether to get dessert. Sometimes, Skyla said.
18:08Then more honestly. Not really. Can you tell me one more time that happened? Something different from
18:13what you've already told me? She thought about it carefully. That old soul face again, weighing which
18:19truth to trust me with. Family photos, she finally said. At Christmas. We went to that place at the mall.
18:26The one with the backdrop and the matching outfits? She looked at me to make sure I was following.
18:31Mama picked red sweaters for her and Daddy and Alex. She forgot to get one for me. She paused.
18:37She said she ordered one but it didn't come in time. So what happened in the photos? I wore my
18:43school
18:43sweater. The blue one. Her voice was careful. Measured. Like she'd told herself this story many times and
18:50sanded down the edges. It's okay though. Aria said I looked the best anyway, because I stood out.
18:56Good friend. The kind of friend who finds the bright side. Where are those photos? I asked.
19:01Did they get printed? They're on the wall in the living room. I thought of the gallery wall.
19:06Eleven photos. Skyla in two. I thought of that Christmas photo. Her at the edge of the frame.
19:12Blue sweater, half a step behind. Exhibit B. We got back to the house around five o'clock.
19:18I'd stopped at a CVS and let Skyla pick out whatever she wanted. Nail polish. Gummy bears.
19:24One of those little activity books with word searches and mazes. And she'd done so with the
19:29careful restraint of a child who'd been taught not to ask for too much. That broke something in me a
19:34little. That careful restraint. While she set herself up at the kitchen table with her word search
19:39and her gummy bears, I went to the hallway. I stood in front of that gallery wall for a long
19:44time.
19:44Then I took out my phone and I photographed every single image. Every frame. Every caption. Every
19:51careful arrangement. I counted again. Eleven photos. I documented who was in each one.
19:57Then I opened my recorder and spoke quietly, just above a whisper.
20:01Thursday. Approximately 5.15pm. Whitmore Drive. Marietta, Georgia. Subject familial photo
20:09documentation in the hall residence. Eleven photographs displayed in main hallway.
20:14Child Skyla appears in two. In one, she is visually separated from the family unit.
20:20In the second, she is wearing clothing inconsistent with the rest of the family,
20:24suggesting she was not originally included in the planning of the photographic session.
20:28Both images placed in low traffic visual positions relative to the other photographs.
20:33I clicked it off, walked back to the kitchen, sat down across from Skyla, who was frowning at her
20:39word search with tremendous concentration. Grandpa, she said, not looking up, is parallel spelled with
20:46two L's or one. She circled it triumphantly. Then, are you going to make me go back when they come
20:51home Sunday? I looked at her. She asked it so casually, like she already knew the answer might be yes.
20:58Yes. Like she'd built an entire emotional infrastructure around preparing for the answer
21:02to be yes. I don't know yet, I said honestly. But I want you to know something. She looked up.
21:08Whatever happens. Whatever I decide. Whatever any adult in your life decides. I want you to know
21:15that you are not an afterthought. You are not an inconvenience. You are not a blue sweater in
21:20somebody else's Christmas photo. I kept my voice steady. Lawyer steady. You are the whole point,
21:26Skyla. You understand me. She stared at me for a long moment. Then her chin wobbled,
21:31just once. She stopped it. Okay, she said softly. Okay, I said back. She went back to her word search.
21:39I went back to my legal pad. I didn't know it yet, but Sunday wasn't going to go anything like
21:44Anthony
21:45was planning. He called again at 7.52pm. This time I answered. Dad, the relief in his voice was
21:52immediate. Then cautiously, how is she? She's fine. She's here. She's safe. I paused. No thanks to anyone
22:01currently in Orlando. Silence. Dad. Anthony. I said his name the way I used to say it in courtrooms
22:08when I needed someone to understand they were no longer in a casual conversation. I'm going to ask
22:13you a question, and I need you to answer it honestly. Okay. When is the last time Skyla was
22:19included in the family trip? Long pause. Longer than it should have been. The length of that pause
22:25told me everything. We took her to... He stopped. Started again. Last summer we went to... Another
22:32stop. It's been a hard year financially, Dad. You don't understand. The camping trip, I said. September.
22:39Tennessee. Alex went. Silence. The Christmas photos, I said. She was in a blue sweater. More silence.
22:47Her birthday was cake at home, I said. Alex's was Great Wolf Lodge. Complete silence now. The
22:53kind that has weight. Anthony. I kept my voice level. Measured. A scalpel, not a hammer. I'm not
23:01calling you a bad person right now. I'm asking you to tell me honestly, when you look at what
23:06I just listed. What do you see? He didn't answer for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice
23:11was
23:12different. Quieter. Something underneath it that I recognized because I'd heard it in courtroom
23:16rooms from people who'd finally run out of road. I don't know how it got like this, he said.
23:22And there it was. Not a defense. Not an excuse. Just a man looking at his own reflection and not
23:28being able to explain the person looking back. I took a slow breath. We'll talk Sunday, I said.
23:34All of us. In person. Okay. He said quietly. Okay, Dad. I hung up. I sat in the kitchen of
23:41his house,
23:42at his table, drinking his coffee. I opened my laptop and began drafting the petition.
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24:00Anthony and Natalie walked through the front door at 4.17pm, with Mickey Mouse ears and sunburned
24:06shoulders, and the fragile smiles of people who'd spent four days pretending everything was fine.
24:11Skyla was sitting at the kitchen table doing her word search. She didn't look up. That hurt him
24:17more than anything I could have said. I watched it land on his face like a gavel.
24:21Hey, baby girl. Anthony started. She can hear you, I said from the doorway.
24:26Whether she responds is her choice. Natalie's eyes cut to me.
24:31Stephen, we should talk privately. We should. I agreed. But first, Anthony,
24:37check your mailbox. He frowned. Went to the door. Came back holding a manila envelope,
24:42the kind with a little metal clasp that means this is official and you should sit down.
24:46What is this? That, I said, is a petition for de facto custodianship of Skyla Hall,
24:53filed Friday morning in Cobb County Superior Court. I let that breathe for exactly two seconds.
24:58I've been busy. Natalie's face went white. You can't. I did. 31 years of family law,
25:05sweetheart. I didn't forget everything. Anthony stood very still. He opened the envelope slowly,
25:11the way people open things they already know will change their lives. His eyes moved across the first
25:16page. Then he sat down. Just sat down. Right there in the hallway. I didn't feel triumphant. I felt tired
25:24and certain. Which is better? Dad. His voice was hollow. I... I have recordings, I said quietly.
25:33I have photographs. I have dates, Anthony. Every trip, every birthday, every school play with an empty
25:39seat, where two parents should have been sitting. I have a pattern so clear that I could present it
25:44to any judge in Georgia and win before lunch. Natalie started crying. I handed her a tissue,
25:50because I'm not a monster. I'm not doing this to destroy you, I said. I'm doing this because that
25:55little girl asked me why. At 2 a.m. And nobody in this house had a good answer. Anthony looked
26:01up.
26:02His eyes were red. I know, he said. Barely audible. I know, Dad. Are you going to fight it?
26:08Long silence. The longest silence of my life, maybe. Longer than any verdict I'd ever waited on.
26:15He shook his head. There it was. The hearing was 14 days later. Cobb County Superior Court.
26:22Judge Patricia Wynn, presiding. A woman who had approximately zero tolerance for nonsense and
26:28excellent instincts about children. Anthony showed up with no attorney. He testified for 11 minutes.
26:34He said quietly and without drama. That he loved his daughter, but that he had failed her in ways he
26:39was still trying to understand. And that his father could give her something he clearly hadn't.
26:44Consistency. Priority. A front row seat. Judge Wynn granted de facto custody to me,
26:50Stephen Collins. Effective immediately. I looked over at Skyla, sitting beside my attorney,
26:55Josephine Carter, in her best purple dress. She was already looking at me. She didn't cry.
27:01She just nodded. That same small, serious nod. Like we'd made a deal and she was confirming receipt.
27:07Like she finally believed it. On the drive home, she was quiet for a while.
27:12Then, Grandpa, am I your first choice? I kept my eyes on the road. Marietta scrolling past the windows,
27:20ordinary and golden in the late afternoon. You're my only choice, I said. Always were.
27:25She put her hand over mine on the gear shift. That was enough. That was everything.
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