Loved For The Better

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Author's Notes: Hello, loves. I hope this chapter finds you all well. And now we begin the sequel to "Changed For The Better". I'm so very excited for this story to begin. I know many were sad and disillusioned with the ending of the last story, but we are starting a new. There will be more fluffiness in this story. I can already feel the sweetness coating my veins, so don't fear. I hope you are all ready for the new ride, and anticipating what time may have in store for our Jasper and Bella . . . and little Cheyenne too.

To all who fear that Bella may not be alive, rest assured she is alive and in the flesh. She will not be an apparition. This story is going to pick up a week after the other one ended. Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter of CFTB. It was much appreciated. The comments were all over the spectrum, but each one appreciated in its own right.

Without further ado . . .

Chapter One

"Nothing is worth more than this day."

- Johann von Goethe

21 November – Saturday – Jasper's POV

As I sat in the nursery holding Cheyenne, my ears listened to the sounds of the drops hitting the paneled windows. My mind wandered over how water was such an essential part of the circle of existence. Water made up fifty-five to seventy-eight percent of the fragile human body depending on the person's size. Something that fell so steadily outside is what made Bella and the little and the little girl that was staring up at me, essential. Water was something one played in, something one used to quench a thirst, something one used to bath in, something one romanticized about, and something one needed more desperately than anything but air to survive. Water no longer played a role in my body, except for the blood that coursed through my venom coated veins. The sound of the rain tinkling on the glass brought me back to a conversation Bella and I had about her past. I looked away from the little beauty that was watching me intently and spoke to my father, my comforter.

"You know, Bella once said to me that ". . . when it rains, it pours buckets." I was never sure what those words meant, and now that I do, I like the ignorance that came with them." My father put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a consoling squeeze. He didn't respond because – unlike me – he had understood what those words meant.

I looked down into my arms again and stared at the little miracle. She was so beautiful. Her blond wisps of hairs were matted to her little forehead, and her pink fluttering eye lids were pulled over the blue eyes that every child was born with. But I had a feeling when she was older and the newborn-blue faded, it would still be blue, however, lighter. She had finally decided to close her little eyes, and find peace in the world that sleep offered. I raised her to my lips and couldn't help but kiss her chubby baby skin. I closed my eyes like she had done and ran the tip of my nose over her new and warm flesh.

Cheyenne was so cuddly and soft. When placed in my stone arms, she settled down and watched me as if I were the greatest thing in her world. She may have been only a week old, but her emotions were real, and I could feel her love for me. The other emotions she exhibited came unbidden and with a purity that kept me staggering. Who would have known that such a little body could pack such an emotional punch? I felt her love the most when she heard my voice and wanted me to hold her. Oh yes, she knew who I was and if I was holding her or not. It was funny, at times she would protest if I wasn't holding her. With mostly everything that involved Cheyenne, it simply amazed me that she could even find that love and that need for such a creature as me. She must have received her mother's gene that made her attract vampires instead of the natural reaction, which constituted fear.

Her little mouth opened and she let out a big yawn before she stretched her tiny arms and situated her little body in her-self proclaimed bed: my arms. I felt so proud of her in that moment because she had released a yawn that made her beyond adorable, pulling at my soul. I knew she was already my sovereign and I was lost to her. I had the reputation of being feared and revered because of my part in the Southern Wars, yet here was this six pound child in my arms making me soft and a puddle of goo. I wondered if all males felt this way when a little fairy was placed into their waiting, but apprehensive limbs. From the other emotions amongst the waiting fathers in the room, I would say that was affirmative. I blocked out their emotions and only focused on my Cheye Beauty.

"I should have realized Bella was having a little girl, Carlisle. Cheyenne had this pull over me, even from inside Bella's tummy. It seems like little angels know the path to my dead heart. Who would have known, hmm?"

Cheyenne grabbed onto my index finger. I knew it was a natural reaction for babies to grab onto something, but it still felt amazing. I wondered what she was dreaming of and if I ever played a role in her land of nod.

"That they do, son, but especially the little love here."

I wasn't the only one whom Cheye had captured so fully. Carlisle had to be dragged from her side because he was always reluctant to leave. She was his little love, and he already cherished her. Damn, she was going to be spoiled beyond belief.

"She is beautiful, Jasper," my father said from beside us as he ran his hand over hers that clung to my own. "Do you know what really is something, son, something that I cannot seem to wrap my head around or even fathom?" I hesitantly took my eyes from the beauty in my arms and focused them on my mentor.

"What would that be, Carlisle?"

"She looks so much like you, it's almost eerie."

I took his words in and let them wash over me. Of course I knew Cheyenne wasn't mine in a biological sense, but she was mine in every way that mattered. My love for her was like the love I felt for her mother: pure and never ceasing. Her eye lids fluttered, and I wondered what my little Cheye Beauty was thinking and dreaming of. Her cheeks were pink, and her face held all the innocence of someone of her tender age. I wanted to believe Carlisle's words. How could I not want her to look like me? It was more compliment than I had ever deserved.

"She's too precious for that, Carlisle." He let a light chuckle escape from his mouth as he continued to stare at Cheye with love radiating from his eyes.

I could feel his need in wanting to hold and protect her. I felt those desires and recognized them because they were the exact things I felt in her regard.

"Oh, ye of little faith, my son." And to that I could not reply. "Look at those blond curls on her beautiful head. Look at the color, Jasper." I did as he said and could see they almost resembled my colored curls, but that was just one thing that she and I shared. "Observe the fairness of her skin. She is a pale little creature. Some would call her coloring alabaster, but she is very fair skinned, son. It is also extraordinary when one looks at her nose, it's almost resembles yours."

Again I looked over her scenic little features, thinking about what my nose looked liked. I wanted more than so many things to admit that she in fact did have my nose, and my blonde hair, and my fair skin. But I knew in admitting those things, I would be claiming something I didn't contribute to. That wasn't fair to her biological father. I also wasn't sure how Bella would have reacted to such statements.

A tear came to my eye when I thought of her mother. She had been broken and in such pain. My angel's heart had stopped beating, and that act alone had taken her from me. Even if it was for a mere thirty seconds, it was a time, in which, I couldn't reach out to save her. She had been beyond my control and touch. I thought I had suffered when learning she had been in an accident. That had failed in comparison to what I felt when I couldn't hear her essential life organ keeping her alive and here with me.

A voice full of happiness pulled me from my mind and into the present. "Jasper, Bella's about to wake." I followed the sound of the voice and saw Peter standing in the doorway.

My breathing stopped. I could feel my body become tense with anxiety. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Bella had been unconscious for a week after her heart stopped. I felt more dreaded tears soak my eyes as I thought of that one horrific moment, where I truly stopped existing.

Cheye started to stir in my arms and I immediately relaxed my body, trying not to wake or stress her further. She had already felt enough of my sad emotions. I never wanted to affect her in such a negative way; she was precious and something to be protected.

"I just thought you might like to know. You have about ten minutes." I looked to him, pushing my thankfulness to him. "It's never a problem, brother," he answered my unspoken gratitude.

I gently swayed from side to side, lulling my Cheye Beauty back to sleep. I could feel her falling further down as I ever so easily gave her my love. I was always careful never to overwhelm her, but letting her and wanting her to feel safe in my adoration.

I looked to Peter again and opened my mouth to speak, but he obviously knew what I was going to ask. "For the millionth time, Jasper . . . I just know sh –"

"You will not finish that statement if you want to survive and know what is good for you!" Carlisle growled. I had to struggle to hold in my laughter. He had become so protective over Cheyenne. Peter gulped, but swallowed nothing but air. I could literally feel some of his fright.

"Sorry, Carlisle, I never meant to offend." He held up his hands in defeat.

"After all, how would Charlotte react if she heard about your language in front of an innocent?"

Damn, Carlisle knew how to hit below the belt and I was more than proud of him. Everyone who knew Peter, knew the way to control him was threatening to tell his better-half about his antics. His fear doubled and this time I could not contain my laughter. I kept it low, not wanting to wake the little one in my arms. Her little body rose and fell with each breath she took, and I cuddled her innocence closer to me.

Peter growled at me, but I could have cared less. His reaction to Charlotte's name was always too funny. One look from Carlisle and he ducked his head and cleared from the room. My father laughed at Peter's reaction and his pride swelled. "The old man still has it!" he regaled himself.

I placed a kiss to Cheyenne's forehead and let her scent surround me. She smelled like the mist of clouds: fresh and pure. I cleared the remaining stinging wetness from my eyes, trying to prepare myself to meet Bella again. I could feel the fear and anxiousness invade my body again. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew more than anything, I needed to be with my angel, touching her.

"Do you mind holding her, Carlisle? I need to be there with Bella when she awakes. I want to see the life in her eyes as they open. I just need it, Carlisle!" I pleaded for his understanding.

I didn't want him to think I was abandoning Cheyenne for Bella. It was a choice I simply could never make. I would split myself in two – like King Solomon had proposed – before I ever made that choice.

"Don't be obtuse, Jasper," Carlisle said in an exasperated voice. "I always welcome the chance to hold my little love. Go to your Bella and give her my love."

"Thanks for everything, father, most especially for keeping me together and reminding me of Cheyenne when I felt my world fall apart. I felt like there was nothing in this life to hold me together. I just have to have Bella in my existence. It doesn't work or function without her."

He gave me a sympathetic smile, already knowing these words, but never disparaging me for them. I turned around and made my way out of the nursery after I gently handed over the precious package.

"I love you, Cheyenne," I whispered at a vampire's level. I knew she wouldn't hear me, but I said it nonetheless.

The attending nurse smiled at me and I smiled back as I left. They had all come to know me because I hardly ever left my beauty side. I visited Bella when I had the chance, but knew I was of no use to her. I would tell her of my love and my patience in waiting for her to return to her daughter and me, but I never got a response.

The first day of her being unconscious, I stayed by her side, never wanting to leave her alone and in her perpetual darkness. Peter was the one to finally break me down.

"Bella loves you, Jasper, but you are needed elsewhere."

I ignored his words and refused to take my eyes from my angel.

"It's time to start acting like the being you have become, brother. Stop this moping bullshit, and be the man I know you to be." His anger finally got the better of him as he all but growled his words. I could feel my own ire rise. Who was he to lecture me on a situation he knew nothing about?

"You have no idea what you speak of," I hissed over my shoulder. I wondered how he didn't turn into dust from my heated glare.

"Who are you to presume about whom I am or what I should be? The person that means the most to me died before my fucking eyes. I listened as her heart stopped beating, and knew I could not touch her. She was no longer mine to save; I had never felt so desolate in my entire existence. I cannot put into words what it felt like when she left me behind. You cannot even comprehend what it felt like, and I would never wish that pain on you, brother, because it is something that suffocates you. It takes away everything from you slowly and leaves you more than an empty shell. Time stops and the only thing you are able to associate with is the pain that is trying to rip you apart. I don't tell you these things for your condolences or pity. I tell you because it's the reason I can't leave her. She fell from me once, and I just cannot fathom not having her with me," I finished in a whisper; my voice had all but deserted me.

"I may not have lost Charlotte to death, Jasper, and I may not remember my human family and their passing, but I know loss. It amazes me that you can say I don't know what I speak of when the very vampire sitting in front of me died many times over. I was there to witness. I know I'm not Mary fucking sunshine, Jasper, but I do have emotions and I can feel. I watched you die a little bit each time you took another life to sustain yours. I watched you die as that bitch took away another bit of your life by making you fight in her useless war. I watched you drown in your depression inch by inch as you struggled to find yourself and a way to survive. I comforted Charlotte as she mourned for you after your lovely ex-wife dumped your ass. I watched the light leave your eyes, time after time. I've lost, brother, and I've felt that pain you described. I may not have shown you that side of me, but it doesn't mean I never felt it. So before you speak again of things I don't know, you may want to get your damn facts correct."

I could feel the truth with each word he spoke, and my guilt doubled. I never knew Peter had felt any of those things on my behalf. I wondered how I had never felt those emotions coming from him, and could only conclude I was lost in my own world and not worried about how he was affected. We never really spoke of our emotions together, but I was never doubtful about what he felt for both Charlotte and me. We were his family, and he always protected what was his.

"I'm sorry –" I started to apologize, but was cut off.

"Save the apology, Jasper. I know you're sorry. It's written all over your ugly face."

I couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to Peter to bring humor into my austere life.

"I have to act like a woman because you seem to have lost your balls somewhere. My own are about to desert me for speaking such sentiment. It's time to man-up, brother, and take responsibility."

"I know that already, Peter. It's just almost impossible to leave her alone. I already failed her once. How could you ask me to again?" He rolled his eyes, and I became angry by his untactful response.

"Don't even speak, Jasper. I would hate for you to have to eat your words again." He smirked and I rolled my eyes. "You are more baked in the head – than I already suspected – if you think what happened to Bella was in any way your fault. I would love to know how you have the power to control when someone's heart stops without biting them. You have been keeping some talents hidden from me, Jasper."

He wagged his finger in my face. I had the desire to rip it from his hand. I'm sure he could manage to please himself with only four fingers.

"It was just something that happened to her. You didn't cause her to do anything, brother. You couldn't even try and restart it – that wasn't your job and you would have only gotten in the way. You were too emotional and completely useless. You did the only thing you could do for her, and allowed the right people to give her what she needed. They were able to save her, Jasper. They gave her back to you and her daughter. Learn to be grateful for the things you have, and not mourn for the things that could have been. I know these words are cruel, but you need to wake the hell up!" he almost yelled, reaching his breaking point.

I looked at my oldest friend and for the first time since he had arrived, took the time to read the worry in his face. I could feel his emotions as they surrounded me. They asked me to do something his words didn't. They pleaded and begged me to do what was necessary and to come out of my depression, to give Bella my love, but to also give her my strength. I reached for him before he had a chance to run and placed my arm around his shoulder.

"Thanks, Peter," were the only words I say.

He spoke again and his final words were the ones that finally broke me for good and caused me to start living again.

"Cheyenne is in need of you more, Jasper. Carlisle said she only seems to be comforted by you. She is innocent, brother. She hasn't done anything wrong, except love you. How could you deprive her of what she needs?"

His words pierced my soul, bringing it to its knees. I knew he was right, and the guilt of ignoring Bella's daughter started to eat away at what was left of me. I had caused distress to a baby because I couldn't leave her unconscious mother. Again, I felt torn between the two, as if fate was making me choose.

"Bella would forgive you, Jasper, for not being at her side all the time. What do you think is more important to her: the comfort of her daughter or herself?"

I already knew the answer to the question and chose not to reply. My sleeping angel had not moved since I had been by her side. Her eye lids didn't even flicker. I wondered if I would ever see her jade-speckled eyes again, then scolded myself for such horrid thoughts. Bella was a fighter and would pull through, for both Cheyenne and me. It was just difficult at times, seeing her broken and unmoving body in her hospital bed.

"There are others here to help watch over her. Give them a chance to help you, Jasper. They are more than willing. Carlisle also may have mentioned that if you didn't get your moping ass into see his little love he was going to drag said ass over there and make you sorry for it later." I let out a faint chuckle at Peter's exaggeration and half truth.

I knew Carlisle would come and get me, but not using those words to his son that was feeling overwhelmed and lost. He hated to see me suffer, but it seemed now he hated to see Cheyenne suffer even more, which was more than appropriate.

"Could you give me some privacy? Also could you tell Carlisle I'll be in the nursery in about ten minutes?" A smug smile broke out on his face, but I knew he was also happy someone had finally broken through the walls I had put around Bella and myself.

Peter left the room without a sound and I turned back to my angel.

"I know you heard his words, Isabella. I'm sorry for neglecting Cheyenne. It's just so difficult to leave you to the unknown. Peter has tried to tell me you're going to be fine, but I refused to listen. I didn't think I had the strength to leave your side, angel. I'm still so reluctant to leave you, but I know if you were awake you would puff up like a little wet kitten and try to scold me for not being with Cheyenne."

A grin broke onto my lips as I pictured the image in my mind; what a beautiful picture it truly presented.

"I will still come and visit you, angel, because I love you, but the majority of my time is going to be spent with Cheyenne." I felt a tear in my heart at the thought of being separated from Bella, but I knew she needed my strength. "But while I'm gone I need something from you. I require for you to become well again. Please hear my plea, angel, and become better."

I buried my face in her tangled curls and allowed my lips to brush the warm skin of her neck. I gave one more kiss to her cheek before I pulled back.

"I love you, Isabella, and I'll be here when you finally awake. I promise you."

I pulled my hand from her, knowing if I didn't do it now then I wouldn't have the power to do it later. I walked away from her, never letting my eyes fall from her face. When I reached the door I exhaled a rush of air, and pulled all the courage I felt.

"I'll come back, Isabella. I know you will also, angel." I left those words in the room as I rushed away from her and to the little one that seemed to require my attention and presence.

I pulled myself out of that time and looked over to the sleeping angel beside me. Isabella's soft brown hair fell around her face. It looked like silk. Rose brushed her hair twice a day because it was something she could do for her unconscious friend. She also spent a lot of her time with Cheyenne, but also spent a lot of her time with Bella. The hospital was threatening to make us vacate the nursery because there were too many of us in with Cheyenne. However, after a conversation, in which they conveniently overheard about the sizeable donation we were going to make to the maternity ward and nursery, they became more accepting and accommodating. Rose sure knew how to use her skills. It had been a brilliant idea.

In the beginning of their friendship I had thought that Rose only loved Bella because of her child, but I was proven so very wrong. Rose had stayed with Bella in the hospital room when I couldn't. She loved her when I couldn't give her my love. I felt ashamed of my previous thoughts and my unfair judgment of my sister.

My family, except Carlisle, was guilty of judging Rose and thinking of her coming up short of our standards. I wanted to apologize to her for such horrid thoughts, but she just smiled and said it was my punishment for not telling Bella of my past. She knew the guilt I had felt in judging her and deemed I had suffered enough. I was both relived and humbled by Rose's easy forgiveness. I knew both Cheyenne and Bella caused a change in her life. Cheyenne, especially, seemed to make her more approachable.

I remembered a few days ago when I had gone to visit Bella. I was letting Rose have a break so she could spend time with the little one and I needed to be in my angel's presence. I stopped short of the door way when I heard Rose crying at Bella's side. I knew it was wrong of me to easy drop, but Rose's pain pulled me in.

". . . and you easily accepted me, Bella, without any preconceived notions or reservation. I'm not sure why you are that kind of person, but all I can say is thank you to whom ever made you like that. I would never lie to you and claim to be a saint. I'm a bitch and probably always will be. I'm vain and big enough to admit I'm enamored with my looks. It is what always defined me and made me different than everyone else. It's shallow and kind of sad, but there you have it, Bella, the truth in all its messed up glory."

She paused and I could hear her trying to gather herself from her errant emotions. I could also hear the gentle sound of Rose stroking Bella's skin with her own, maybe trying to find that warmth I found when Bella and I touched.

"But when we first met you saw the soul I couldn't see and saw my needs as if I had voiced them to you. I don't think I've ever been judged in such a fair and kind way. Of course, you saw my beauty, but more importantly, you saw some beauty within me that I keep hidden from others. I was hurt a long time ago, which you already know and I hate being hurt, Bella. I close myself off and just allow others to think what they will. Yes, sometimes it hurts, but I just let it go because I choose to be this way. But you, honey, refused to see me as such. You put my hand on your stomach and shattered all those walls. And in that one moment, you were able to change me. I know I'm still a bitch, but not as much and I know some people see that." She gave a little laugh.

"Both you and Carlisle were the only ones to never harshly judge me. Emmett doesn't really count – he couldn't help but love his Rosie. Carlisle saw what I had become after what happen to me. He knew I was a broken little girl inside. How you were able to see that, I will never know. Even Esme has been harsh with me when Edward and I fought, but I don't hold that against her. She is the mother I have now and I love her. She just loves Edward differently than the rest of us. He was her first child, and he loved her fiercely in return." Rose let out a shaky breath.

"Thanks for accepting me, sister. It's nice to know that even though I can be a monster, there is someone who can see what I have hidden inside, and unconsciously challenge me to become better."

I could hear Rose breathing roughly from the emotions. She tried to control them, but they refused to leave until they ran the gambit. I waited in silence until she regained some of her composure and started again.

"Jasper is lost without you, honey. He needs you to come back. I'm honest when I say that he needs you more than anyone else, including Cheyenne. That may sound harsh, but it's true. I know no one would ever be able to replace your role and love in Cheyenne's life. I also know she needs her mother, but she is being well taken care of, Bella. She is surrounded in so much love, I'm afraid she will go through with withdrawals if left alone. We all take shifts with her and she is never left unattended by someone in the family. Even Emmett has stayed with her, under my supervision, don't fret, honey." I held in my chuckle at her response.

"But Jasper, Bella, could never be without you. Someone of your worth in his life could never be substituted with another's love. It just doesn't work that way with my dear brother. He has been a little demon," I could feel the fondness in her voice as she called me such a name, "and a hellcat in his past, but damn that boy has changed for the better. His every breath he breathes is centered on you. I know it may be unhealthy the way he loves and depends on you, Bella, but we are not human. Our capacity to love is more and all consuming. We rarely change, but when we do it takes a hold of us and makes us constant. His love for you is like that, and even though it may scare you when you see and feel those immense depths, you are wrong and it is too late. He already cemented your place in his very body and everything that is in said body. You may be thinking what all of this has to do with anything, but it does, honey." Her voice started to shake again with pent-up emotions.

"I need you to wake up and I need you to be fine. I miss and love you, Bella. But Jasper dies a little each day he cannot look into your eyes and see your spirit. He needs that connection with you. I also need you to do what we talked about before all of this happened. I know you remember, Bella."

I was beyond intrigued about what Rose was talking about and wanted to know, but she didn't elaborate.

"I love you, Isabella, but my brother loves you so much more. I love Jasper also, and even with my immense capacity to love, I know you love him more than me, which is difficult to admit but it's still the truth." I could hear Rose place a kiss on Bella's skin and pull away.

"Jasper's outside and waiting to relieve me, but his curiosity got the better of him. I don't hold it against him; we are all nosey at some point or another." Her voice was filled with humor and I felt my embarrassment spike.

I heard her walk out of the room, and before she past me, she put her cold hand to my cold face and gently brushed the skin under my eye. "I do forgive you, brother, for whatever you think you are guilty of." I went to ask her how she already knew what I had been thinking, but she answered before I could speak, "It's written all over your face. I realized you were out here when I began to talk of you, but I still wanted you to hear. I do love you, my twin. I meant every word I said to her."

She replaced her hand with her lips and gave me a gentle kiss under my right eye before she left me to Bella.

Rose had proven to me that day she was so much more. I always knew there was more to her, but she hid it so well, and it took a pregnant human with a big thumping heart to help unleash a little of that potential and untapped love. I smiled down at my angel and pushed my pride to her. I always thought Bella was too amazing to be hidden. Her light and goodness needed to be unleashed so that people could see what she had to offer. I knew not everyone would always like her or want to know her, but that was their problem. I always knew she was a fallen angel and her affect over people just proved my point.

Bella's hand was lying on the bed next to her still form. I picked it up and allowed our connection to flare inside of me. I would never tire of the warm feeling I got in my body from both her and Cheyenne. I had never missed the feeling of warmth because the weather never affected me, but as I became addicted to Bella's touch, I had missed what it created in me.

It was only a short time until she would awake. Her cheeks were beautifully flushed from her week long rest and her hair shined from the harsh light cast by the fluorescents. I slowly bent over and inhaled her glorious scent. I gently placed my longing lips to hers that hadn't moved in a while and put a little pressure. I shouldn't have kissed her while unconscious, but I wanted to feel her breath on my skin as it came from her body. Her lips were a little chapped from the dryness, but they still felt tender against mine. I brought her pouty bottom lips in between mine and lovingly kissed it.

And then as if she knew I was here and touching her, Bella's eyes gradually opened. With my lips still on hers, they turned up and into a tired but contended smile.

My angel had finally awoken and she responded so delicately – with her lips on mine and in her scratchy voice – said, "Love you, Jasper."

"My angel, I love you also." I had finally woken up too.

Author's Notes Continued: Yay . . . the first chapter. It took me a while to write this chapter. I was in my groove with the other story that it was difficult to switch. I know it may just be an extension of "Changed For The Better", but in my mind it's a completely new story. It takes me a while to get into a groove when starting a new story, so I'm sorry if this chapter may have seemed a little off balance. I did enjoy writing it through. I wanted to show how difficult it was for Jasper to leave Bella even though he also wanted to be with Cheyenne. I also wanted to show that Rose loves Bella in her own right and not just because of Cheyenne. They have a special friendship, built on their mutual love, Cheye was just the catalyst.

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Posted: 28 October 2010