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  <title>youcannotfindpeacebyavoidinglife</title>
  <subtitle>Ren</subtitle>
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    <name>Ren</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:148198</id>
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    <title>ha!! Not (quite) Daphne.</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T04:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T04:53:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Velma!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/velma.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might not even realize it...&lt;br /&gt;But Velma is all about Daphne... not Fred!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:147100</id>
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    <title>This country scares me</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T17:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T17:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.alternet.org/story/40344/"&gt;Then he parks his wagon to join a huddle of shoppers surrounding a hard-faced spokeswoman from Valkyrie Arms who's extolling the virtues of the Olympia, Wash.-based arms maker's new product, the Valkyrior 556 Rotary Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's .223-caliber, six barrels, basically you're looking at a hand-cranked mini-gun," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asks, "What's the rate of fire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just as fast as you can crank it," she replies. "We just shipped a load of these babies to civilian security contractors in Iraq for convoy protection. When I go to sleep tonight, I'll dream of towel heads splattering all over the place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to ship a few to the border and start splattering Mexicans," he says.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-08-17T12:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T19:13:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T19:14:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/newlinetheatre/wh-chicken.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>my insides are jumping up and down and screaming their heads off</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T19:00:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T19:01:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK, I am feeling the need to express the seriousness of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;If I miss this I will surely die. All the way dead.&lt;br /&gt;If you love me you will a) help me remember b)come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castro is having sing-a-long GREASE December 15 - 21...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can buy tickets NOW.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:145304</id>
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    <title>Thanks Rob</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T22:11:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-10T22:11:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In 1986, an accident at the Chernobyl power plant in the Ukraine caused a nuclear meltdown. Radioactive waste spewed into the air, making the area uninhabitable. Twenty years later, humans are still absent, but wildlife is thriving. Native populations of badgers, wild boars, and deer have multiplied, and species that had disappeared before the disaster, like the lynx and eagle owl, have returned in abundance. Birds are even nesting in the steel and concrete "sarcophagus" built over the exploded reactor. This is not to say that everything's peachy. There are many problems lingering from the original devastation. I propose to you, Aries, that the situation in Chernobyl is a metaphor for something in your personal life. A place within you that endured a trauma has rebounded surprisingly, though it's still wounded. Take inventory, then raise the ante on the healing process.</content>
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    <title>chubbettes</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T17:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T17:49:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm perplexed...I can't think of any fat girls who are a bit smaller than me...say 14-16, to will my cute clothes to. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cleaned out the closet and drawers and decided to let go of a couple of things that I've been holding onto because a) I spent too much money on them to give them to goodwill b)I might lose 20 pounds  c) they're cute  d)they still have the tags on them and I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you, or someone you know would like some clothes from me, let me know.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:144403</id>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-08-07T08:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T15:56:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T15:56:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">36 (or so) hours of silence. &lt;br /&gt;Dearly loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Queer women.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and walking. &lt;br /&gt;Creatures. &lt;br /&gt;Naked swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Swinging.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness and love. &lt;br /&gt;Yoga. &lt;br /&gt;Yummy food. &lt;br /&gt;No longing.&lt;br /&gt;No judgement. &lt;br /&gt;Deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I want to be there now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good today. Calm and alive and grateful and enough.</content>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-07-21T08:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T15:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T17:06:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.cronigsmarket.com/images/community/laundry_4.gif" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nicolabarber.com/images/Laundry%202.jpg" alt="title or description" height="50%" width="50%" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:143492</id>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T15:44:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T17:04:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.gustavus.edu/oncampus/reslife/photos/Southwest%20Hall/laundry.jpg" alt="title or description" height="50%" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is ONE BIG way in which the quality of my life will increase when I buy a house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intoxicated by thinking of the time and energy I will save by doing laundry at home. Hours spent thinking, moaning, procrastinating, writing about it here, lugging, driving, waiting, lugging again, refolding, etc. etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, OK,  I'm going now.</content>
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    <title>Russia is big and so is China.</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T14:55:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-19T15:00:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a teacher, I'm a fan of Howard Gardner, we don't use the "s" (stupid) word in class. AND the president of this country is a babbling idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you weren't sure...read this: &lt;a href="http://www.alternet.org/story/39164/"&gt;What DOES our president say to other world leaders when he doesn't realize the mic is still on?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>I can't even look at it....</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T20:02:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T20:02:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's crooked and I HATE crooked. Like nails on a fucking chalkboard; my insides are screaming. I want to break something.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:142534</id>
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    <title>i know i'm going to bleed when...</title>
    <published>2006-07-17T16:52:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-17T16:53:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">these are the lyrics on repeat play... (Hormones are dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misguided Angel&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Junkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me&lt;br /&gt;But I want him by my side&lt;br /&gt;though he's wild and he's bad&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes just plain mad&lt;br /&gt;I need him to keep me satisfied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright&lt;br /&gt;And I see you in some of his ways&lt;br /&gt;Though he might not give me the life that you wanted&lt;br /&gt;I'll love him the rest of my days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misguided angel hangin' over me&lt;br /&gt;Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory&lt;br /&gt;Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece of lead&lt;br /&gt;Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion&lt;br /&gt;You said never to settle for nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's in the way he walks,&lt;br /&gt;it's in the way he talks&lt;br /&gt;His smile, his anger and his kisses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Sister, don't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;He's all I ever wanted in a man&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of sittin' around the T.V. every night&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misguided angel hangin' over me&lt;br /&gt;Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory&lt;br /&gt;Soul like a Lucifer&lt;br /&gt;Black and cold like a piece of lead&lt;br /&gt;Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you have to break away"&lt;br /&gt;He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let them go and become my wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misguided angel hangin' over me&lt;br /&gt;Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory&lt;br /&gt;Soul like a Lucifer&lt;br /&gt;Black and cold like a piece of lead&lt;br /&gt;Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead</content>
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    <title>oh my...I kinda want it</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T18:32:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T18:34:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.overstock.com/f/102/3117/8h/www.overstock.com/images/products/L10220048.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran across this knife rack while looking for luggage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:141893</id>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-07-06T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T06:14:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T06:14:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">May you be filled with loving kindness,  &lt;br /&gt; and let good deeds be your prayers.  &lt;br /&gt; Walk softly on the earth, it is your mother.  &lt;br /&gt; Listen and collaborate.</content>
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    <title>4th of July</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T15:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T16:12:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not involving them in conversations and decisions, by not holding them accountable or challenging them to think. This crippling effect carries into adulthood as apathy or disregard or plain ignorance and we wonder why so many people don't vote, think, read, etc.. Kids are much smarter (and stronger) than we, as a society, give them credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriotism  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This July 4th led our parenting columnist to question the lessons her son and other kids are learning about patriotism. Find out why she thinks they're only getting half of the picture, and what we all can do to help fill in the rest. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; by Dana Williams &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   My son put on a very thought-provoking show this July 4th. &lt;br /&gt;In addition to the usual barbecue rib-eating contest with his uncle and a magnificent sparkler-twirling routine, he showed off his repertoire of patriotic songs from kindergarten graduation, which was held during the midst of the war in Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the program, the class was decked out in red, white and blue, with some kids holding small percussion instruments and others waving tiny American flags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning with the typical kid-style monotone recital of the Pledge of Allegiance and ending with a tear-jerking rendition of Lee Greenwood's "God Bless the USA," they all were so proud to showcase the patriotic melodies they'd practiced in music class. We adults were even more proud as we sat and watched their performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, listening to my son sing these same songs a few days ago on July 4th sparked a twinge of sadness. Sadness over what I know he and many other kids his age and older aren't learning about the true meaning of patriotism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to teach kids to stand up and belt out the Pledge on autopilot. And of course it's fun to watch them perform "Yankee Doodle Dandy" or "America the Beautiful" in unison, displaying well-rehearsed patriotism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the more difficult side of patriotism? What about the right of dissent? What about the roles, rights and responsibilities each of us holds as members of a democracy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, where would this nation be without dissent? Would there ever have been a Civil Rights Movement or a Women's Rights Movement if no one dared speak out and defend their rights and responsibilities as participants in this great democracy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questioning the idea of 'anti'-Americanism&lt;br /&gt;In the current climate where students have been suspended for sporting "anti-American" T-shirts and some teachers disciplined or fired for making anti-war and other "unpatriotic" remarks, it is clear that when it comes to witnessing democracy and patriotism in practice, many of our kids aren't getting a full view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Dixie Chicks controversy. I remember shaking my head in disgust at footage showing dozens of kids joining parents and other adults in stomping and burning piles of the group's CDs, all because one of them chose to speak against the president during a time of war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony was painful: While American troops were fighting to "liberate" others thousands of miles away, these kids were being taught to trample over the free speech rights of those here on our soil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal, like many other parents, is to raise a child who is willing to stand up and speak out for what is right, even when others aren't willing to join him. A child who knows it is possible to defend his own ideals and opinions while also respecting the right of others to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a goal that cannot be accomplished when we send our kids the message that patriotism means stifling our right to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we wish to rear a generation of bold leaders and independent thinkers rather than silent followers, we must work to cultivate these qualities in our children both at home and at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no simple task, but there are ways both parents and teachers can contribute. Here are a few suggestions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help develop critical thinking skills. Ask kids "Why?" and "What if?" Encourage them to weigh all sides of an issue before forming an opinion, and to defend their views with facts rather than emotions. Provide them with tools and resources to gather information on their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster respect for different viewpoints and opinions. Encourage children to listen to what others have to say even when they don't agree. Help them understand different viewpoints by promoting awareness of diversity and by teaching about other cultures and belief systems. Discourage them from relying on stereotypes and from judging others based on their opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encourage public service and civic participation. Find out children's interests and involve them in related community service or volunteer opportunities, especially those that will expose them to the political process. Take them along when you vote and discuss the process. Visit a local county commission or city council meeting together, then point out and discuss the ways differing viewpoints are addressed. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, in my house we have a golden rule regarding dissent: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got a valid, well-thought-out argument and can present it in a way that's respectful of others, it's OK to question the rules or challenge the status quo. And you can speak out against the president all you want — just never, never talk back to Mama. </content>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-07-03T21:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T04:39:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T04:39:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have the BEST bestfriend in the world. That's all I wanted to say.</content>
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    <title>camping</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T03:33:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T03:33:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sunshine, river-swimming, campfires and burnt marshmallows. Foot rubs and cuddling. Deep sleep. Laughing horses. Canoe follies and outdoor naps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend.</content>
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    <title>too much to do...moving into paralyzation</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T22:31:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T22:31:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;pay&lt;br /&gt;money &lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;right &lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;keep &lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;company&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;task&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;work.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettygirl:139705</id>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-06-24T07:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T14:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T14:46:32Z</updated>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-06-22T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-23T03:15:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">"If you cannot see God in all, you cannot see God at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Yogi Bhajan</content>
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    <title>I've got a puppy-cat..</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T04:52:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Two days in a row I found my swimsuit top in the hallway after I hung it in the bathroom. Pencils are mysteriously disappearing left and right. She follows me from room to room; I've found that she's always up to NO GOOD when she's not following me. She runs up and down the hallway, losing tread as she gains speed and runs into the walls along the way. I just looked over and noticed her pulling my hoodie under the bed by its string. When I looked under there to get it, I noticed a collection of pencils, her hedgehog, a chewed up q-tip, and her very special play time toy that I "put away" this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's stockpiling her goods under my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave them there?</content>
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    <title>bettygirl @ 2006-06-20T17:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T00:23:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">just made some juice...2 pink lady apples, 1 carrot, 1/4 lemon with rind, 1/2 cup water!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuuummmm</content>
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    <content type="html">Sudden and inexplicable nausea. Been with me for nearly 30 minutes. I'm going to throw up. I hate throwing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.</content>
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    <title>I no longer "G" rate my house for my family</title>
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    <content type="html">Younger sister and her husband are visiting for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I just heard from the living room as I was making humus sandwiches in the kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister to husband: Give me it. GIVE ME IT! I WANT TO SEE IT! Are they pulling his balls up with string? That doesn't look like it would feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.</content>
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    <title>profound</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T21:38:09Z</published>
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