Over at Passion The Fuz did a list of 50 things about herself. I found it incredibly enlightening even though I think I know her pretty well. Sometimes, some of the mundane things about ourselves are the things we overlook in conversation. Sometimes they're not as mundane as we think. In the spirit of the Fuz I'll start the way she did and go from there.
1. My birthday is October 19th, 1978. I was not born in the 80s.
2. I used to have a Thriller jacket that my dad bought for me when I was in Kindergarten.
3. I was in love with Alyssa Milano when I was a teenager.
4. I have two tattoos. On my left ankle is the symbol for Libra (my primary birth sign) and on my other ankle is Scorpio (since i'm on the cusp). I'm planning my next one as we speak.
5. I fell in love for the first time when I was in 6th grade. Her name was Jennie.
6. I kissed a girl for the first time when I was in 6th grade. It was Jennie.
7. I told someone I wanted to marry them when I was 14.
8. My mother signed me up for a junior theater summer program when I was ten years old. It changed my life and made me some of who I am today.
9. I am always at my most peaceful when standing on a dark, empty stage.
10. I know how to sing. I'm not the greatest singer ever, but I can hold a tune and like my voice.
11. I play the guitar. I'm a non-complex, for the enjoyment player.
12. I have an extremely eclectic taste in music. From Folk to Funk, Metal to Mahler.
13. I believe in Destiny.
14. I believe in God.
15. I believe that wishing on a star is prayer for the non-religious.
16. I have a big heart.
17. I have a big stomach.
18. I have no type, no attraction to the same thing all the time.
19. I wear size 11 shoes.
20. I wear clothes to be comfortable, then to look good.
21. I believe in chivalry.
22. I am a video editor.
23. My favorite movie is the Princess Bride, though sometimes my favorite movie is Jaws.
24. I love Martha's Vineyard.
25. I own a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler TJ Sport.
26. I've only ever cried in my car twice. Both times were because of the same person.
27. I'm sappy.
28. I only look sweet and innocent.
29. I don't really have any phobias. I'm afraid of some things, but not like a phobia.
30. I can still do a damn good cartwheel and a headstand and a handstand.
31. I can talk like Donald Duck.
32. My favorite thing, from childhood, to eat is a triple decker pb&j.
33. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that ever learned to drive correctly.
34. I'm struggling with thinking of these things to write.
35. I've been using the internet since Netscape was in version 1.0 and we used Winsock to connect through a SLIP connection at St. Joseph's College and thought 14.4 Baud modems were lightning fast.
36. I've been writing poetry since I was 12.
37. I'm obsessive about learning things.
38. I once wrote a list of rules to live by and one of them was to learn the sign language alphabet, because you never know when you're going to need it.
39. I can hear individual instruments in a song by concentrating on them.
40. I am obsessed with photography at present.
41. I've never been in a car accident that I caused. (crosses fingers)
42. seven times six is forty-two
43. I have both boxers and briefs, depending on my mood and the mood of my...you know?
44. I meditate whenever I can, often right before I go to sleep.
45. Most of my close friends are female.
46. I've never made out at the drive-in.
47. I can like Pineapple Salsa by Paul Newman.
48. I think this was harder than I expected.
49. I like pizza with bacon on it.
50. I just took 10 minutes trying to think of something to end this with.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Not Ready Yet
We were driving home from a day of music. There was something with us as we drove. Lyza Jane and Lolee were writing a story together, each taking a line, trying to make some sense from one paragraph to the next. I didn't know how it was coming out. When Lolee finally read it, I was in awe. This is their story...
6/25/05
This one time, I was taking a walk on the beach. It
was quiet, the waves crept silently onto shore. as I
walked, the fog got thicker until I could no longer
see my toes. suddenly there was a noise. I turned to
look, but all I saw was a wall of white. the fog,
misty, moving with the breeze that was coming off the
water. the smell of salt in my nose - as I nervously
licked my lips, tasting the sea. my eyes darted left
and right, my head turning from one side to another,
trying to discern which direction the noise had come
from. I felt something move across my feet - I
jumped, my heartbeat heavy in my chest. slowly I
reached down, groping in the darkness of the fog for
an answer. with another breeze a long tangled seaweed
grabbed my fingers. I laughed out loud - how
vulnerable and easily shaken I was in that place.
never was I afraid of mysterious noises or darkness in
my own home, but in the natural world, I’ve never been
able to find complete stillness, peace. I’ve always
regretted that fact. it seems so unnatural.
but each of us finds our own balance. mixing fear
with calm. all of us must confront our fears in our
own way - this was mine. always afraid of the
unknown, I had decided this evening it was time. time
to walk the beach by myself, with myself. needing to
meet the demon of my dreams head on - I could think of
no better way.
it had come to a head earlier in the week. when I had
looked upon the stars while sitting on my deck that
night. scotch in my left hand, the ice keeping my
drink cool, hearing the sweat from the glass drip drip
onto the deck. thick hot air, no breeze from the
water, the smoke from the cigarette in my right hand
lingered in the air with each exhale. I made my deal
with God that night. and tonight I was fulfilling my
end of the bargain.
a smile illuminated my face. I could feel the corners
of my mouth reaching those stars, my breath
circulating with the salty air. confidence carried my
legs toward the water. my pace quickened until water
kissed my toes. I crouched down, bringing water to my
face. it felt nice in the thick night air. I took a
step forward, and then another, then another.
suddenly I was waist deep - the sea enveloped my legs,
my torso, my fingertips. my body swayed, I danced
beneath the distant moonlight. adrenaline rushed
through my veins. freedom - yes - yes - this is
freedom. wait -
the strong undertow pulled my under, forcefully into
it's grasp - the water - I can't - breath - wait -
I’m not ready yet.
----
lyza jane & lolee
6/25/05
This one time, I was taking a walk on the beach. It
was quiet, the waves crept silently onto shore. as I
walked, the fog got thicker until I could no longer
see my toes. suddenly there was a noise. I turned to
look, but all I saw was a wall of white. the fog,
misty, moving with the breeze that was coming off the
water. the smell of salt in my nose - as I nervously
licked my lips, tasting the sea. my eyes darted left
and right, my head turning from one side to another,
trying to discern which direction the noise had come
from. I felt something move across my feet - I
jumped, my heartbeat heavy in my chest. slowly I
reached down, groping in the darkness of the fog for
an answer. with another breeze a long tangled seaweed
grabbed my fingers. I laughed out loud - how
vulnerable and easily shaken I was in that place.
never was I afraid of mysterious noises or darkness in
my own home, but in the natural world, I’ve never been
able to find complete stillness, peace. I’ve always
regretted that fact. it seems so unnatural.
but each of us finds our own balance. mixing fear
with calm. all of us must confront our fears in our
own way - this was mine. always afraid of the
unknown, I had decided this evening it was time. time
to walk the beach by myself, with myself. needing to
meet the demon of my dreams head on - I could think of
no better way.
it had come to a head earlier in the week. when I had
looked upon the stars while sitting on my deck that
night. scotch in my left hand, the ice keeping my
drink cool, hearing the sweat from the glass drip drip
onto the deck. thick hot air, no breeze from the
water, the smoke from the cigarette in my right hand
lingered in the air with each exhale. I made my deal
with God that night. and tonight I was fulfilling my
end of the bargain.
a smile illuminated my face. I could feel the corners
of my mouth reaching those stars, my breath
circulating with the salty air. confidence carried my
legs toward the water. my pace quickened until water
kissed my toes. I crouched down, bringing water to my
face. it felt nice in the thick night air. I took a
step forward, and then another, then another.
suddenly I was waist deep - the sea enveloped my legs,
my torso, my fingertips. my body swayed, I danced
beneath the distant moonlight. adrenaline rushed
through my veins. freedom - yes - yes - this is
freedom. wait -
the strong undertow pulled my under, forcefully into
it's grasp - the water - I can't - breath - wait -
I’m not ready yet.
----
lyza jane & lolee
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Emotions and Mogu Pillows
Late night and I'm driving home. I listen to this CD a lot. Tonight, though, I didn't skip around. I just let it play, window open, my hair a mess. It struck me. I listened to it 3 times before I got out of the car. The Fuz will understand.
I want you
To know me
To need me
Smile when I call your name
I want you
To never
Look at
Anyone else this way
So strange
This something
We have between us
And it's not fair
If you've never
Loved this way
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
I want you
To know that
I will always have you
No matter if never
Physically in my arms again
This love
Is like
Mercury
Splitting off
Endlessly
Every time I try
To nail it down
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
Too bad
The best love hurts so much
But it's so good yes
The best love hurts so much
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
Sing it right back
Sing it right back
Sing it right back
Back to me
Anything ... Anywhere
---Melissa Ferrick "Anything, Anywhere"
I want you
To know me
To need me
Smile when I call your name
I want you
To never
Look at
Anyone else this way
So strange
This something
We have between us
And it's not fair
If you've never
Loved this way
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
I want you
To know that
I will always have you
No matter if never
Physically in my arms again
This love
Is like
Mercury
Splitting off
Endlessly
Every time I try
To nail it down
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
Too bad
The best love hurts so much
But it's so good yes
The best love hurts so much
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
Anything, anywhere
I would give everything I own away
Always I will sing
Picturing you singing right back to me
Sing it right back
Sing it right back
Sing it right back
Back to me
Anything ... Anywhere
---Melissa Ferrick "Anything, Anywhere"
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Silence, Like Fine Wine
I guess I talk too much. I mean, I know I'm going to get yelled at about this post. I know that the people that read it are going to roll their eyes, groan and chock it up to another "me-being-me" moment. Also, since this is me "talking" about talking too much, it's fitting for the jibes to be " You even talk too much about talking too much."
I have some interesting relationships with my friends lately. I feel like I've done well to adapt to the dynamic of the various people that are willing to spend time with me. There are those that are simple, just time spent in any capacity is good time and taken as such. There are those that are complex, an effort to maintain relations with but well worth it and never less important because of the effort. There are those that are harsh. That friendship exists behind a wall of harsh comments and jibes, which I myself partake in quite naturally, being as extroverted as I am. There are the challenging ones, the ones that call me out on being who I am, make me realize things about myself.
I think the problem with me, internally, lately, has been one of combinations. For instance, the harsh/challenging friends actually hurt sometimes without realizing it. I would never make it a point because I know it's my own thing. I know most of this post is, in fact, no need to point that out. So sometimes, when the jabs come, in combination with the challenging, in succession, from more than one person, then yeah, it hurts. Maybe, though, it's supposed to hurt a little. Perhaps examining the actual reasons for the comment, jab, challenge will help me in the long run. In the short run, though, I go "ugh" internally.
Like I said, I dish it out too. I expect the sarcasm, the jabs, the constant banter with those challenging or harsh or even complex personalities I cherish in my life. It keeps me on my toes. It keeps me feeling alive. In that context, though, boundaries get crossed. I know i've done it myself. I can almost see it sometimes, when I step too far with a jab or push one comment over the edge of "banter" and into the realm of "ouch". It's a hard game to play, a hard line to walk. So there is nothing in me that says "They're mean, I hate them" when someone steps over a boundary. They probably didn't know they did, and since they are so close to me, and since I know the boundary myself, it shouldn't be an issue.
Sometimes, though, it gets to be. One thing I dislike about the world in general is double standards. I have a whole set of my own. I hate them and am always angry when I see one come to light. So, that means, I also don't like it when they come to light from other people. That's what I feel like sometimes about this whole "you talk too much" business.
I'm loud, boisterous. Don't expect me to be that way and then, when you're "done" just expect it to shut off. Especially not in social situations. I'm just who I am.
I guess the moral of the story is that for all of my jabbing and taking jabs, sometimes, in what should be a non-contact sport, a blow gets landed accidentally. I take it the best I can. But when the same blow lands, the lack of self confidence and confidence in my ability to be worthy of my friends kicks in. Like I said, this is mostly my shit. Blogger is for therapy.
If you think I don't know silence, you don't know me very well. I have my silence, I have my time to be with myself, apart from the world and quiet. I look at my extroverted self and think of it as every day fare, a beer with lunch or casual drinks with friends. But silence, to me, is a fine wine. To be had when the time is right, savored and cherished for it's worth. I know silence well, we are old and intimate friends. Just because I don't mention her very much, doesn't mean she not a part of me.
I have some interesting relationships with my friends lately. I feel like I've done well to adapt to the dynamic of the various people that are willing to spend time with me. There are those that are simple, just time spent in any capacity is good time and taken as such. There are those that are complex, an effort to maintain relations with but well worth it and never less important because of the effort. There are those that are harsh. That friendship exists behind a wall of harsh comments and jibes, which I myself partake in quite naturally, being as extroverted as I am. There are the challenging ones, the ones that call me out on being who I am, make me realize things about myself.
I think the problem with me, internally, lately, has been one of combinations. For instance, the harsh/challenging friends actually hurt sometimes without realizing it. I would never make it a point because I know it's my own thing. I know most of this post is, in fact, no need to point that out. So sometimes, when the jabs come, in combination with the challenging, in succession, from more than one person, then yeah, it hurts. Maybe, though, it's supposed to hurt a little. Perhaps examining the actual reasons for the comment, jab, challenge will help me in the long run. In the short run, though, I go "ugh" internally.
Like I said, I dish it out too. I expect the sarcasm, the jabs, the constant banter with those challenging or harsh or even complex personalities I cherish in my life. It keeps me on my toes. It keeps me feeling alive. In that context, though, boundaries get crossed. I know i've done it myself. I can almost see it sometimes, when I step too far with a jab or push one comment over the edge of "banter" and into the realm of "ouch". It's a hard game to play, a hard line to walk. So there is nothing in me that says "They're mean, I hate them" when someone steps over a boundary. They probably didn't know they did, and since they are so close to me, and since I know the boundary myself, it shouldn't be an issue.
Sometimes, though, it gets to be. One thing I dislike about the world in general is double standards. I have a whole set of my own. I hate them and am always angry when I see one come to light. So, that means, I also don't like it when they come to light from other people. That's what I feel like sometimes about this whole "you talk too much" business.
I'm loud, boisterous. Don't expect me to be that way and then, when you're "done" just expect it to shut off. Especially not in social situations. I'm just who I am.
I guess the moral of the story is that for all of my jabbing and taking jabs, sometimes, in what should be a non-contact sport, a blow gets landed accidentally. I take it the best I can. But when the same blow lands, the lack of self confidence and confidence in my ability to be worthy of my friends kicks in. Like I said, this is mostly my shit. Blogger is for therapy.
If you think I don't know silence, you don't know me very well. I have my silence, I have my time to be with myself, apart from the world and quiet. I look at my extroverted self and think of it as every day fare, a beer with lunch or casual drinks with friends. But silence, to me, is a fine wine. To be had when the time is right, savored and cherished for it's worth. I know silence well, we are old and intimate friends. Just because I don't mention her very much, doesn't mean she not a part of me.
Monday, June 13, 2005
The Grind
We're not talking about coffee either. I'd eat coffee grinds right now if I thought it would send me home. After coming back from any vacation, I never want to return to work. I know most people understand. This was even worse. There was so much about this vacation that got to the very core of me.
It's probably that place. Martha's Vineyard has a strange effect on me. I love it there. I would seriously consider living there. I don't know that I'll have the opportunity to ever live out there. One more wish to make.
Now I'm at work. I'm not even doing anything productive today. I'm just working on my own things. Doing some maintainence of a few computer issues that arose last week. Other than that, It's been a blog haven today. My hole is good for that. Sometimes I lament not having windows in my office. Then sometimes, I'm happy no one can see. That's the best freedom I can ever hope for at work.
I'll post some film pictures from the excursion when I get them back today. Until then, the digital ones can be seen in the gallery under "Travel". Enjoy!
It's probably that place. Martha's Vineyard has a strange effect on me. I love it there. I would seriously consider living there. I don't know that I'll have the opportunity to ever live out there. One more wish to make.
Now I'm at work. I'm not even doing anything productive today. I'm just working on my own things. Doing some maintainence of a few computer issues that arose last week. Other than that, It's been a blog haven today. My hole is good for that. Sometimes I lament not having windows in my office. Then sometimes, I'm happy no one can see. That's the best freedom I can ever hope for at work.
I'll post some film pictures from the excursion when I get them back today. Until then, the digital ones can be seen in the gallery under "Travel". Enjoy!
Saturday, June 11, 2005
At Last
As of last night, I was in my favorite place. I was where I knew I could smile with no weight. I was with someone that would understand that smile, take it for what it was worth and smile with me.
This is the first time I've been here for more than a brief day-long excursion since I was engaged. It felt wrong, briefly, to be here without her. I asked those feelings if they would allow me to have a good time, and thus far, they have obliged. I could very easily wallow in the misery that sits, so tangibly, just below the surface sometimes. I could shake my head at every thought and be in a "mood". But then, why honor such a wonderful memory with such horrible thoughts. Let me, instead, cherish those moments I recall and hold them where they belong, still so close to my heart.
When I step on that beach, my whole life will change again. It was there she looked at me with those perfect eyes and smiled and cried with me. It was there, on a cold and blustering day, dressed to the nines, that we didn't bother to think. Feeling was good enough.
I love her with depths unimaginable.
This is the first time I've been here for more than a brief day-long excursion since I was engaged. It felt wrong, briefly, to be here without her. I asked those feelings if they would allow me to have a good time, and thus far, they have obliged. I could very easily wallow in the misery that sits, so tangibly, just below the surface sometimes. I could shake my head at every thought and be in a "mood". But then, why honor such a wonderful memory with such horrible thoughts. Let me, instead, cherish those moments I recall and hold them where they belong, still so close to my heart.
When I step on that beach, my whole life will change again. It was there she looked at me with those perfect eyes and smiled and cried with me. It was there, on a cold and blustering day, dressed to the nines, that we didn't bother to think. Feeling was good enough.
I love her with depths unimaginable.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Trapped Freely
Breaking again. This time in the unsilence of my technologically charged hole. I'm sitting here waiting for something that is actually nothing. I'm nervous, overaware of my surroundings. Somehow I feel like someone gave me a jolt of caffeine even though I haven't had any coffee today. I want to run away. I want to run straight in there and bury my head in those arms and never ever leave. Instead, I'll bury my head in my hands, try not to cry. Cry for the loss of something I never had, something I wouldn't be able to handle if I had it.
I have a need to get over it. A need to find my way out of a prison I built with the keys in my hand. Still, my feet won't move to the door, my hands won't find the keys. I'm just trapped, freely in a place I understand but can't escape.
I have a need to get over it. A need to find my way out of a prison I built with the keys in my hand. Still, my feet won't move to the door, my hands won't find the keys. I'm just trapped, freely in a place I understand but can't escape.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
A Weighty Subject
So see...I'm not skinny. I'm not mamoth either. I have extra weight that I have had for a good portion of my life. I haven't gained or lost more than 5 pounds in almost 10 years. It means that I'm comfortable at this weight. Well, it means I don't have the motivation to lose the weight.
I don't think I look so great with no shirt on. As the summer rolls around to being here, I always remember how much I hate that part of this time of year. I am reminded that, No, i'm not skinny. I'm also reminded that girls, in general, whether they claim it or not, like their men thinner than I am. I'm assuming not every guy has to be a twig for a girl to be initially attracted to them, but there are a scattered few women in the world that are attracted to the thicker male population. That population that I'm in.
So do I lose weight? Do i go to the gym, drop the pounds, in hopes that a girl will find me attractive? No. I can't bare the thought of losing weight because I want a date. I can't bare the thought of looking in the mirror and going "Am I thin enough to be noticed?" I'm just not that kind of person. So i'm pigeon-holed into the "large" category. I'm dismissed, initially, by the majority of women because I'm not an ideal.
I find it hard to deal because I'm so open when it comes to women. I have no initial ideas of what beautiful is. Beautiful can be heavy, skinny, blue eyes, brown eyes. Beautiful can be a personality or a smile or a way of speaking. There are so many thing I'm attracted to in the female sex. I can safely say I've NEVER dismissed the notion of attraction because of someone's weight. Perhaps because I am, in fact, heavy myself.
This time of year is my favorite. The sun and the heat and the summer in general always revitalize me. At the same time, this time of year is a test of my self-esteem. And now, in my single status, it is even more evident.
Do I lose the weight for a date? Or do I lose the weight for myself? In the end, if a girl walked up to a skinnier me, because I'm a skinnier me...I don't know if I'd be any better off than I am. Well, maybe a bit healthier for my own sake.
I don't think I look so great with no shirt on. As the summer rolls around to being here, I always remember how much I hate that part of this time of year. I am reminded that, No, i'm not skinny. I'm also reminded that girls, in general, whether they claim it or not, like their men thinner than I am. I'm assuming not every guy has to be a twig for a girl to be initially attracted to them, but there are a scattered few women in the world that are attracted to the thicker male population. That population that I'm in.
So do I lose weight? Do i go to the gym, drop the pounds, in hopes that a girl will find me attractive? No. I can't bare the thought of losing weight because I want a date. I can't bare the thought of looking in the mirror and going "Am I thin enough to be noticed?" I'm just not that kind of person. So i'm pigeon-holed into the "large" category. I'm dismissed, initially, by the majority of women because I'm not an ideal.
I find it hard to deal because I'm so open when it comes to women. I have no initial ideas of what beautiful is. Beautiful can be heavy, skinny, blue eyes, brown eyes. Beautiful can be a personality or a smile or a way of speaking. There are so many thing I'm attracted to in the female sex. I can safely say I've NEVER dismissed the notion of attraction because of someone's weight. Perhaps because I am, in fact, heavy myself.
This time of year is my favorite. The sun and the heat and the summer in general always revitalize me. At the same time, this time of year is a test of my self-esteem. And now, in my single status, it is even more evident.
Do I lose the weight for a date? Or do I lose the weight for myself? In the end, if a girl walked up to a skinnier me, because I'm a skinnier me...I don't know if I'd be any better off than I am. Well, maybe a bit healthier for my own sake.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Almost Too Bright
I didn't sleep well, if at all, last night. I didn't get up to watch TV or make warm milk. I didn't try and take some sort of drug. I just lay there, staring up at nothing. Now, as I'm thinking on my sleepless night I can see correlations. Staring up at nothing, trying as hard as I can to see something, to make an image appear without closing my eyes.
I was trying to make the image of normalcy settle in place. I was trying to force all of my emotion and lack of emotion, all of my decisions and my complications and realizations, all of my love and hatred into some sort of normal place. It didn't work. I didn't sleep.
It was a vain attempt. I know that. I need to deal, one thing at a time, one moment at a time. This year, in general, as a friend has pointed out, just sucked for me. I've been doing good. I know, dear reader, that you have read so much sadness and emotion here. I know you may even have left this place with frustration at my own decisions, at the things i've written. I wish I could say it is better now. All I can say is that here I can be the overly-romantic, sappy, ridiculous, emotional, dramatic person that I can't be in the day to day of my life. Here I can release all of this energy and it comes out creative, mostly. So here is where I put it. Here is where I wish it would stay. When I stood up this morning, I got ready for work, showered, ironed, forgot to take my medicines (for which my stomach is none to pleased at the moment) and walked outside. And the sun seemed, somehow, almost too bright.
I was trying to make the image of normalcy settle in place. I was trying to force all of my emotion and lack of emotion, all of my decisions and my complications and realizations, all of my love and hatred into some sort of normal place. It didn't work. I didn't sleep.
It was a vain attempt. I know that. I need to deal, one thing at a time, one moment at a time. This year, in general, as a friend has pointed out, just sucked for me. I've been doing good. I know, dear reader, that you have read so much sadness and emotion here. I know you may even have left this place with frustration at my own decisions, at the things i've written. I wish I could say it is better now. All I can say is that here I can be the overly-romantic, sappy, ridiculous, emotional, dramatic person that I can't be in the day to day of my life. Here I can release all of this energy and it comes out creative, mostly. So here is where I put it. Here is where I wish it would stay. When I stood up this morning, I got ready for work, showered, ironed, forgot to take my medicines (for which my stomach is none to pleased at the moment) and walked outside. And the sun seemed, somehow, almost too bright.
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