My Ex-husband Returned 10 Years After Leaving, but Not for the Reason I Expected

When my ex-husband, Josh, showed up on my doorstep after disappearing for 10 years, I had no idea why he’d returned. What could he possibly want now, after abandoning me and our daughter, Chloe?

Looking at Josh, I didn’t recognize the man I’d once fallen in love with. Time had aged him, and guilt was written all over his face. At that point, I had every right to slam the door in his face, but I didn’t do it.

I didn’t do it for Chloe’s sake. I knew she needed her dad in her life.

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A girl sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Being a single mom isn’t easy, but raising my daughter, Chloe, has been the most rewarding challenge of my life.

For 10 years, it’s just been the two of us. There were moments I struggled, but every time Chloe smiled or reached a milestone, I knew it was all worth it.

She’s my pride, my strength, and my reason to keep going.

But things weren’t always this way.

Years ago, I was married to Josh, a man I once thought would be my forever.

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A couple showing their rings | Source: Pexels

We met through a mutual friend, and I was immediately drawn to his charm and wit. Our friendship turned into love almost effortlessly.

Back then, I noticed a few things about Josh that I chose to ignore.

For one, he was always cautious about money. I remember how he hesitated before agreeing to splurge on a nice dinner or how he’d suggest I not buy something because it seemed “too expensive,” even when it wasn’t. I brushed it off as him being practical.

In hindsight, those were red flags I should have paid attention to.

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A close-up shot of a woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

When Josh proposed, I didn’t think twice. We were in love, and at that time, both of us were working stable jobs.

We got married in an intimate ceremony, and it was just perfect.

But a few months into our marriage, cracks began to show. Josh’s frugality became more pronounced.

He’d question every purchase, from groceries to basic household items.

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A man holding money | Source: Pexels

“Do we really need this?” he’d ask, even when the answer was obvious.

It wasn’t long before I found myself managing most of our expenses, which led to tension. So, one evening, I decided to address it.

“Josh,” I said gently, “why am I covering most of the bills lately? We’re supposed to be a team.”

He sighed and apologized.

“I love you, Lauren, and I promise I’ll step up. I just want to make sure we’re being responsible.”

His words reassured me, but looking back, I realize they were just that. Words.

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A woman standing near a window | Source: Midjourney

When I became pregnant, Josh surprised me. He seemed genuinely excited and eager to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

He bought furniture for the nursery, attended prenatal classes with me, and even treated me to a spa day. For a while, I believed this was the real Josh.

After Chloe was born, his enthusiasm continued. He doted on her, buying toys and clothes and making sure we had what we needed.

Back then, I felt super grateful. I thought we’d finally found our groove as a family.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Midjourney

But as time went on, the old Josh resurfaced. He began complaining about the cost of diapers and formula, grumbling that we were spending too much on Chloe.

When I mentioned we needed a new car seat because Chloe had outgrown hers, he snapped, “Do you know how much those things cost?”

Arguments about money became a regular occurrence. He was struggling at work, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it.

Instead, he bottled everything up, growing distant and irritable.

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A stressed man | Source: Pexels

Then came the evening that changed everything.

I’d just returned from work when I found a note on the kitchen table.

I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.

Next to it were divorce papers, already signed. Josh had left without saying anything. No explanation. No goodbye.

I was left to pick up the pieces for myself and our two-year-old daughter, Chloe. At the time, I thought I’d never recover.

The early days after Josh left were full of tears.

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A woman crying | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t understand how someone could walk away from their family, especially their own child. I tried calling him, but his number was disconnected. I even reached out to his friends, but none of them had heard from him.

For a long time, I questioned everything. Was he with someone else? Or was the pressure of being a father too much for him?

But Chloe didn’t leave me much time to dwell on my pain. She needed me, and I had to be strong for her.

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A little girl | Source: Pexels

I took on a second job to make ends meet, often skipping meals or wearing the same old clothes so I could provide everything she needed.

As the years passed, Chloe and I built a close bond. I was her everything. Her mom, her dad, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader.

But explaining Josh’s absence was never easy.

When Chloe was younger, I’d tell her, “Daddy had to leave because he was going through things I couldn’t understand.”

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A woman braiding her daughter’s hair | Source: Pexels

As she got older, I explained more, though I never badmouthed him.

“It wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t mine,” I told her. “Sometimes adults make choices they regret.”

However, when Chloe turned 12, she started asking harder questions.

“Do you think he regrets it, Mom?” she asked one evening as we sat together on the couch.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” I replied. “But I do know that his choices don’t define you or me.”

“I’m glad I have you,” she said quietly.

“And I’m glad I have you, too,” I said and smiled.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

At that point, I thought we’d moved past the pain Josh had caused. I thought we were finally at peace, unaware that the past would literally come knocking at my door.

It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon.

Chloe was at a friend’s house, and I was finally catching up on some much-needed cleaning when the doorbell rang.

I expected it to be a package or maybe a neighbor. But when I opened the door, I froze.

It was Josh.

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A man standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

He looked different.

He was thinner and older, and his once vibrant eyes looked so dull.

“Hi, Lauren,” he said in a trembling voice.

I stared at him in shock. I wanted to slam the door in his face, scream at him for what he’d done, and demand answers.

But instead, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

He exhaled deeply.

“I, uh… Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

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A man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

Against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t ignore the possibility that Chloe deserved answers, even if I didn’t want to hear them myself.

Chloe came home about an hour later.

She walked into the living room, spotted Josh, and froze mid-step. Then, her gaze shifted to me as she searched for an explanation.

“Is that… is that Dad?” she asked.

I’d shown Chloe photos of him, and he looked way older than the image of him she had built in her mind.

“Yes,” I nodded. “That’s your father.”

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

“Hi, Chloe,” Josh said as he stood up awkwardly.

For a long moment, there was silence. Then Chloe, always so composed, asked the most important question.

“Why are you here?”

Josh’s shoulders slumped, and he lowered himself into a chair.

“Because I made a mistake, Chloe,” he whispered. “I left when I shouldn’t have. And now I’m here to make things right.”

“And how do I know you won’t leave again?” Chloe asked.

Josh looked like he’d seen a ghost. He started coughing before he could answer.

“You don’t,” he finally replied. “But I’ll spend every moment I have proving to you that I won’t.”

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A tired man | Source: Midjourney

I knew I couldn’t trust Josh, but I decided to give him a chance for my daughter’s sake.

“You can stay for dinner,” I said finally. “But this doesn’t mean anything. We’re taking this one step at a time.”

Josh nodded gratefully, clearing his throat. “Thank you, Lauren. I, uh, I promise, I just want to reconnect with Chloe.”

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A man looking at his ex-wife | Source: Midjourney

That night, I lay awake, grappling with the decision to let him back into our lives. I told myself I was doing it for Chloe, but a part of me knew I needed answers, too.

Who was this man now, and why had he really come back? He looked so different. So weak. So fragile.

A few weeks after his return, things were still tense. He visited daily and bonded with Chloe while helping her with homework. They even cooked dinner together sometimes.

I noticed she was beginning to warm up to him, though her guard was still up.

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A girl looking away from her father | Source: Midjourney

One evening, after they had finished a school project, Chloe turned to me with a question. “Mom, do you think Dad will disappear again?”

Honestly, I didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll be here.”

That’s when my gaze landed on Josh who’d overheard the conversation. He looked devastated but didn’t say anything.

Later that night, I confronted him before he left.

“What are you really doing here, Josh?” I asked. “Why now, after all this time?”

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A woman talking to her ex-husband | Source: Midjourney

His face clouded with guilt, but he deflected.

“I just… I saw her picture in the paper when she won the Academic Excellence Award. It hit me how much I’ve missed, Lauren.”

“I don’t believe it. You’re not telling me everything,” I pressed. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

Josh didn’t answer, but his health was already raising more questions than he could dodge.

I’d noticed him cough several times ever since he’d returned to our lives, and it hadn’t gotten any better. He also had this fatigue that didn’t seem to improve.

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A worried man | Source: Midjourney

Whenever I asked him about it, he just said he was “exhausted from traveling,” but I wasn’t convinced.

And then came the evening his secret came to light.

Josh was helping Chloe with her homework in the living room when I heard a loud thud. I rushed in to find him collapsed on the floor.

“What happened to him, Mom?” Chloe asked, crying.

“Josh?” I shouted, trying to shake him awake. “Josh? What happened?”

He didn’t respond and was trying hard to catch his breath. I knew we needed help, so I immediately called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital.

I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before a doctor approached me.

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A doctor | Source: Pexels

“We’ve stabilized him,” he said. “But he needs to stay overnight for observation.”

My knees wobbled as I nodded.

I was led into the room where Josh lay, pale and fragile, hooked up to machines that beeped softly in the background.

When he saw me, he weakly motioned for me to come closer.

“I have to tell you something,” he whispered.

“What is it, Josh?” I asked as I sat beside him. I gripped the chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.

“I have cancer, Lauren. Late-stage. The doctors say I don’t have much time.”

I was unable to comprehend his words.

“Cancer?” I repeated. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

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A woman talking to her ex-husband | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t want you and Chloe to think I came back because I needed something,” he said. “I didn’t want to burden you more than I already have.”

“You… you left us, Josh,” I managed to speak, staring into his eyes. “You left me to raise Chloe alone, and now you’re back because you’re dying? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”

He winced at my words but didn’t look away.

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A man in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

“I know I hurt you, Lauren,” he whispered. “But back then, I thought leaving was the right thing to do. I felt like a failure. As a husband. As a father… I couldn’t provide for you the way you deserved. My anxiety convinced me that you were better off without me. After all, our arguments never seemed to end.”

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An angry man | Source: Pexels

“Better off?” I snapped as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Chloe grew up wondering why her dad didn’t want her. She deserved so much better than this, Josh! We could’ve worked everything out. We could’ve found a solution.”

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wanted to come back so many times, but I was ashamed. Every time I thought about returning, I’d convince myself it was too late. And then… this illness forced me to confront the truth. I couldn’t leave this world without making things right with Chloe.”

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A man lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t know what to say after that. We stayed silent for a few minutes as I processed my feelings. I wanted to scream at him, but I also felt like crying for him.

“What am I supposed to tell Chloe now?” I finally asked. “How am I supposed to help her through this?”

“Tell her I came back because I love her,” he cried. “Tell her I want to be here for her, for however much time I have left.”

That evening, I sat down with Chloe and gently explained what was happening.

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“So, he’s going to leave us again?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

“No, honey. Not like before,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “This time, he’s here to stay for as long as he can.”

Chloe was hurt, confused, and angry all at once.

“Why did he have to wait until now? Why couldn’t he come back when I was little?”

“I don’t know, sweetie. But I think… I think he was scared. People don’t always make the right choices, even when they mean well.”

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

My little girl was angry, but she didn’t let it control her decision. She understood her father was in a difficult position, so she agreed to forgive him.

She told me she wanted to spend what time they had left together.

In the weeks following his diagnosis, Josh made every effort to bond with Chloe. He played board games with her, cheered her on at her soccer matches, and even helped her bake cookies for a school fundraiser.

One Saturday afternoon, Chloe found Josh writing at the dining table.

“What are you doing, Dad?” she asked curiously.

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A man writing a letter | Source: Pexels

“I’m writing letters for you,” he smiled. “For all the big moments in your life. Your graduation, your wedding, or just a day when you need a reminder of how much I love you.”

“But you don’t need to leave me notes,” Chloe said as she sat beside him. “I just want you to stay.”

Those words broke my heart.

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A close-up shot of a woman crying | Source: Pexels

Unfortunately, Josh passed away a few months later.

He was happy knowing he was surrounded by the two most important people in his life during the last moments of his life.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he’d said a few minutes before he left us.

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A close-up shot of a coffin | Source: Pexels

After his death, Chloe clung to the letters he left behind, often reading them aloud.

One evening, she turned to me and said, “I know he wasn’t perfect, but he loved me in the end. That’s what I’ll hold on to.”

I smiled through my tears and pulled her into a hug.

I felt incredibly proud of the compassion and resilience Chloe had inherited. Moreover, I was amazed at how she’d forgiven her father and only wanted to remember how kind and caring he was.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

As for me, I’ve also forgiven my ex-husband, and it has given me the peace to move forward in my life. I’m grateful fate gave me a chance to answer the questions that had been worrying me for ten years.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m relieved knowing my past will never haunt me again.

If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: My husband always left for work in his shiny SUV, but then I saw him switching to a rusty old car halfway through the day. I couldn’t shake the feeling something was off, so I followed him. But I wasn’t prepared for where he went.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Older Mom Who Became Homeless Due to 3 Sons Cries When Lawyer Says She Gets $1M Mansion — Story of the Day

Rose, who once lived a life of joy and luxury in her family mansion, was now living on the street, thanks to the greed of her three sons. But soon, she would get a phone call that would end her misery…

To everyone who passed by the Roy Mansion, the exquisite six-bedroom house was nothing short of a dream.

On the outside, people posed in front of its majestic weathered gates and took pictures to share on social media. But on the inside was a heartbreaking story of love, loss, and greed.

Love, because it was the mansion that a rich young man had built for the love of his life almost four decades ago and raised a family of three boys and a girl with her…

Loss, because it was within those walls that the fairytale love story came to an abrupt end when the man succumbed to an illness, breathing his last in the arms of the woman he loved…

And greed, because the three sons that were once the center of their parents’ universe had manipulated and kicked their old widowed mother out because she refused to sell the house.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

Rose was that 63-year-old widow who had lost everything – the only man she ever loved, the only home she ever knew, and the love of her three stubborn sons, Don, David, and Daniel.

While the three young men patted their own backs for finally selling that old relic of a house and buying three spectacular modern houses for themselves with their share of the money, they had conveniently cut out their elderly mother from the picture.

Their sister Debbie got a share, too. But she was away in some disease-ridden corner of the earth, trying to come up with a cure for some new illness nobody had heard of.

“Who cares? Debbie could donate her share to some worthless charity for all I care!” Don said on a conference call with his brothers.

“Yeah! And Mom will be all right, too. It’s not like she’s going to beg on the streets. The woman is smarter than that!” David chuckled.

“It had to be done, brothers! Mom was going to make us wait for an eternity to get our share…” Daniel, the eldest, had the last word.

Meanwhile, Rose was now in a sketchy part of the city, just another sad, desperate face in the line of homeless people outside an infamous park.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

She had left her home with almost nothing, except for Raymond’s oldest car. She often slept in the backseat, squeezing her tall frame to fit in the narrow space.

“Oh, Raymond!” Rose sighed, looking up through the car window to the heavens. “This is what it all has come to! I’m glad you’re not here to see this; it would break your sweet heart. Wait for me, Ray. I’ll be joining you soon, wherever you are, honey…until then, I’ll rest…”

Amidst all the unbearable grief and pain, there was a small part of her that felt relief in giving up.

After all, Rose had never really had a moment of respite ever since Raymond had died, leaving her to fend for four children, all under the age of ten.

It had been a long, arduous journey bringing up the kids. But it had also been a fulfilling one. After Raymond’s death, Rose worked two jobs for several years, saving every penny she could for their education and future.

And it paid off as all four of them turned out to be successful in their own fields.

“They scammed you, and now they’ll know what that feels like!” Debbie said and brought out a small gift case for her mother.

But their professional accomplishments no longer impressed Rose because she had now seen the harsh truth: her sons had failed at being good human beings.

They had betrayed the woman who single-handedly raised them and left her with a laughable amount of change, not enough to even buy an old trailer.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

Days turned into weeks until it had almost been a month into Rose’s life on the street. She didn’t complain once – because even on the street, her kindness and sense of humor had managed to make her some incredible friends.

Still, there were only two people she kept thinking of: her husband Raymond and her daughter Debbie.

Debbie had left home at the tender age of 18, hoping to earn money for the family. Life surrounded her with helpful people who noticed her potential, and several years later, she became a highly respected medical researcher.

“I’m so proud of our girl, Raymond! I worry for her. Watch over her for me, will you? Find a way to tell her I’m all right, and I love her,” Rose spoke to her husband in her heart, before bursting into tears.

Little did the elderly woman know that just one week later, she would be standing face to face with her daughter, hugging her like they had never parted.

At first, she didn’t recognize the elegant woman in the classy suit getting out of the chic black car that had pulled up in the abandoned parking lot.

But when the woman’s eyes landed on Rose, the childlike joy on that beautiful young face was unmistakable.

“Debbie! Darling! Am I dreaming?” Rose was dizzy with emotion as her daughter hugged her tight.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

“Mom, I’m here now. It’s all going to be okay,” Debbie sobbed for her mother, who was a frail shadow of what she used to be.

It turned out that a kind old neighbor had recently called Debbie in the middle of the night and told her about what her brothers had done to their mom.

“He also said he had seen you eating leftovers in the backseat of dad’s old red car.”

“My heart sank, and I jumped onto the next plane to find you and meet you,” Debbie cried, holding her mother.

That afternoon, Debbie and Rose sat in a hotel room and spoke for hours. After reminiscing about the good old days, Debbie cleared her throat. It was time to reveal the big news to mother.

“Mom, what Don, David, and Daniel have done to you is unforgivable. And as their eldest sister, I decided to put them in their place!” Debbie sounded determined and confident.

Debbie insisted on taking Rose to “a special place.” An hour-long drive later, mother and daughter were standing in front of the old mansion, admiring its beauty.

“Too bad it’s sold, sweetheart,” Rose said, wiping her tears.

“I know. Because I bought it!” Debbie said calmly.

Rose couldn’t believe her ears.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

She listened as her kind daughter explained how she spent all her savings on buying back the house without revealing to her brothers who she was.

“They scammed you, and now they’ll know what that feels like!” Debbie said and brought out a small gift case for her mother.

When Rose opened the box, she didn’t expect to see the keys to the old house. “It even has the same old keychain on it, look!”

A week of paperwork later, Rose finally got a call from her daughter’s lawyer. “You are now the sole owner of this mansion, and nobody can force you out of it anymore. This beautiful $1 million mansion is forever yours, Ms. Rose.”

Rose stood still, holding the phone to her ear long after the call was over. She felt a sense of overwhelm and relief and finally burst into tears.

As for Debbie, there was one last thing she wanted to do.

She spoke to her lawyer and came up with an elaborate scheme that conned all three brothers into selling their new houses, leaving them in a financial lurch and giving them a taste of their own medicine.

Meanwhile, Debbie and her mother were out enjoying little pleasures of life like drifting dandelions and bubblegum ice cream.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Getty Images

Rose had taught Debbie to be a kind human being, and now, it was her turn to teach her mother to live for herself.

The doting daughter arranged lunch dates, spa days, and birthday photoshoots for her beautiful mother; right until the day she peacefully died in her arms.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Greed makes us blind to the blessings in our life. Don, David, and Daniel were only focused on getting their share of the family estate. In the process, they lost the loving presence of their mother, the woman who had toiled hard to raise them.
  • The joy that comes at the cost of our parents’ well-being is meaningless. The sons tried to cut Rose out of their lives of luxury but ended up unhappy. On the other hand, Debbie found great happiness in living with her elderly mother for the rest of her years.

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This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life.

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