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odinsblog · 7 months

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I hate sellouts with a passion, but I try to remember something I once read:

“Every minority and every people has its share of opportunists, profiteers, freeloaders and escapists. The hammer blows of discrimination, poverty and segregation must warp and corrupt some. No one can pretend that because a people may be oppressed, every individual member is virtuous and worthy. The real issue is whether in the great mass the dominant characteristics are decency, honor and courage.”

—Martin Luther King Jr., Why We Can't Wait, 1968

Anyway, this may be old news for some of us, but definitely not for all of us. Salute to all of the Black and Brown people with morals and heart, who don’t sellout, even though the overwhelming majority of us could easily get rich quick (if we were sellouts). 🫡

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gravedirtandbriarthorns · 10 months

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I think my absolute favorite Phish Moment when I actually had the opportunity to play him was the job/session where he worked with a bunch of mages (keep in mind Phish does not like magic or magicians, and regularly refers to anything magical as "weird wiggler shit") to help solve some murders and his only contributions were:

1. Driving at one point while the actual driver tried to murder a spirit of man in the shape of a car a la Christine with an assault canon

2. Played face to get an NPC on board with our plan, which involved taking off his shirt in the middle of a bar

3. Making a phone call to a guy we'd met to get contact information for another NPC we needed to talk to while the mages were busy deciding whether it would be better to use a spirit or a spell to locate her.

4. Being very salty the group kept correctly his theory about the culprit being "a ghost car" when it was in fact a spirit taking the shape of a car that was destroyed ten years prior to cover up a vehicular manslaughter, and

5. Playing matrix games for three days while the mages worked out a ritual to bind and banish the murderous ghost car

#a v close 2nd is the time phish got paid (ish because we both turned down the money) to help keep some black star anarchists out of jail #after the cops set up a sting at a local anti-metahuman rally #that involved breaking into and defacing a govt host

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geekynerfherder · 2 years

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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Matt Taylor.

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krispyweiss · 6 months

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Quarter Notes: Blurbs & Briefs from Sound Bites

- In this edition: A Charlie Brown Christmas; James Casey; Chicago; Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefers

A SPATIAL CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS TIME IS HERE: The 2022 deluxe edition of Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas is now streaming in spatial audio.

CELEBRATION OF JAMES CASEY TO STREAM: An Evening of Joy, celebrating the life of late Trey Anastasio Band saxophonist James Casey, who died in August, will stream on FANS.live Nov. 6. Proceeds benefit the Colorectal Cancer Alliance and the Association of Black Gastroenterologists and Hepatologists among other organizations.

WILL THERE BE A TERRY KATH BALOON?: Chicago will appear on the - Sound Bites is not making this up - Wonder Bread float at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade.

ARE THEY HIGH?: Jimmy Buffett’s Coral Reefer Band plans to continue touring in the wake of Buffett’s death, Billboard reports.

“Jimmy wants us to continue and we want to continue,” guitarist Mac McAnally, told the magazine. “There’s ongoing discussions about the best way to do that, the most practical way to do that and how to do it in a way that is worthy of the legacy that we’re part of.”

11/4/23

#quarter notes #a charlie brown christmas #vince guaraldi #james casey #the trey anastasio band #phish #the colorectal cancer alliance #the association of black gastroenterologists and hepatologists #chicago the band #macy’s thanksgiving day parade #wonder bread #jimmy buffett #the coral reefer band #billboard magazine

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buckets-of-dirt · 1 year

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It's been months but I still cannot believe that a unitarian tried to get all "I liked this before it was popular" on me at a Grace Petrie concert. Ma'am I do not give one flying fuck if your introduction to her music was your minister playing Rise at church, I'm here because Grace was a formative influence for me as an angry queer teen emerging from my emo phase. Please count the number of people in this room right now, because counting the musicians I don't think it's more than 50.

For your information ma'am I did know about Grace Petrie before she wrote Black Tie; it was released on the third album (counting an EP) since I started listening to her music. Also fuck you Black Tie slaps and when/how you discover a musician does not qualify whether you count as a "real fan".

#it really had the same energy as my dad insisting that phish got 'too mainstream' after amy's farm #anyway when it was my turn to talk to grace I said I was a long time fan and when she asked if I had a request I said black tie #I would've probably asked for it anyway but it felt particularly appropriate

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gemsfromagemini · 2 years

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Self-Care Sunday

Hey Gems and Happy Sunday! The word for this week? The thing we should all be? VIGILANT! Part of me wanted to say paranoid but we keep it positive on this side of the blogs. Let me tell you a little story. Sunday morning I received a text from Amazon, asking me to log-in and verify some account information due to a billing issue. Now we know my money is funny seeing how writing is my only income…

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#Amazon #Awareness #Black blogger #Blog #Indie Author #Indie Writer #Journaling #Mental Health #Motivation #Phishing #Self-Care #Self-Care Sunday #Self-Published #Wellness

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elodieunderglass · 11 months

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Mad Spring - sour gummies, you feral little goblin. Tangfastics. Airheads. Sour Patch Kids. Like High Summer, you choose fruit-flavored gummy sweets, but you pick ones coated in Pain Sugar. It isn’t enough to just get sugar: you’re chasing a different Sensory Experience (TM) than the rest. And that’s great.

Warm Spring - white chocolate, ruby chocolate, pastel mint drops, cotton candy, bubblegum. Marshmallows. Sweet, creamy, usually pastel. You have no particular objection to floral tastes like lavender and rose. You may be able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

Midsummer - tropical fruits: chewy and slightly creamy in pastel colors. Starburst/Opal Fruit, Creamsicles/Solero. Maoam strips. Cream sodas. Skittles, despite being jewel-toned, are in this season. Coconut and pineapple flavors go here. Also the home of chalky-type sweets like Love Hearts/candy hearts, smarties (usa) and You may be also able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

High Summer - Gummy bears and chewy, jellyish, jammy, gummy, springy in bright jewel tones. Gummy worms and jelly snakes, jelly babies, jelly beans, Haribo. Clearer and gummier than Midsummer.

Autumn Night - darker and more complex sweetness, often including an element of burning or alcohol, or another challenge. Cherry cordials, marzipan, champagne truffles. Also home of burnt-sugar tastes: maple candy, bonfire toffee, candy corn. Also home of matcha; red liquorice; red bean paste. When people bring you sweets from other countries, they’ll choose unusual local delicacies. You almost certainly were fascinated as a kid by lollipops at the science museum sold with real bugs in them.

Autumn Salt - peanut butter and peanut brittle, salted caramel, toffee, butterscotch. Toffee popcorn, Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, Snickers, Daim. If nobody has any nuts, you’ll choose chocolate with nuts, crisp or crunch over other things. Sweet just isn’t enough.

Winter Spice - herbal, spicy and medicinal sweets, usually hard old-fashioned sweets. Red-hots, burning cinnamon, chilli - eucalyptus, root beer, menthol; sarsaparilla. Hard candy, generally: old fashioned ‘boiled sweets,’ things that look gorgeous in glass jars. Parma violets. Fisherman’s Friends. You’re the only person who would eat a gingerbread house after decorating it. You’re also possibly a ghost, or used to be a Mad Spring. It’s also about the SENSATION.

Midwinter - dark black Licorice. Salty? Sweet? saltlakrids? Allsorts? Australian? You might like other things too, but when your loved ones are in another country, they go to the licorice aisle and get you the weirdest local variant they can find.

Long Winter - true chocolate, basic chocolate stuff: M&Ms. Dairy Milk. Hershey’s Kiss. But also home of fudgy tastes and sugar-on-sugar in a long slow sauce. Marshmallow, Handmade fudge, Phish Food ice cream.

Cool Winter - naturally, the homebase of minty tastes. peppermint wheels, York’s Peppermint Patties, After Eights. Also orange - chocolate orange - and, oddly, pixie sticks/sherbet and other sweet things that involve eating simple flavored sugar.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 10 months

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My Neighbor's Cat

Franz

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Warning: sassy cat, fluff

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Spencer came home late. The case was long and tiring, taking a lot of his energy and patience. He nearly fell asleep in the escalator on his ride up to his level. The slight jolt woke him up. He dragged himself to his door with heavy legs. His key is ready in his hand.

He couldn’t remember exactly how he opened the door or how he got to his sofa. The only thing he knew was he lay on the couch for 19 minutes and five seconds when he heard a light tap at his window. Spencer didn’t think too much. Sometimes birds get lost and peck at his window. But when he heard a stronger tapping followed by a pitiful meow he sat up and walked over to his window.

A tabby cat sat there meowing at him. He was wet from his ears to his paws. Spencer speed walked over to his kitchen to retrieve a kitchen towel before opening the window. First, the cat started to ready itself to jump into his living room but stopped short as he saw the towel in Spencer’s hand.

The cat looked up at him with a look of ‘I dare you to touch me’. Spencer only huffed. He saw the poor thing’s body shake violently and grabbed it. The animal protested vehemently. Spencer tried to calm it down but had no luck, “Stop thrashing. You are wet all over.” The cat hissed and screamed for his dear life. Spencer was scared someone would call the police or any animal rescue organization and arrest him for animal cruelty.

With a final hiss, he let the cat go. It strode away from him with his head held high like he owns the place. As if sensing it is being watched, the cat turns around. Spencer was perplexed by the sheer personality the cat radiated from itself. It looked away from him and walked to his office desk. Spencer just saw as the cat looked at him, mischief in its eyes, and hopped onto it.

While finding the right space the cat knocked down a lot of his book piles. “No, no! Not there! Come on!” The cat ignored Spencer as it lay in the middle of his desk. Right on some papers for his current case. He wanted to take the cat in his arms and put them in another space but the cat wouldn’t pudge. He merely growled at him in protest.

Spencer sighed deeply. He gave up and turned to the notebook on his coffee table. He took it and sat down on his couch. He began to scribble down some leads and theories into the little black book. The cat snored loudly at his desk which earned it the attention of the genius.

Spencer closed his book and stood up stretching his limps. He walked over to his desk phishing his phone out of his satchel. He angled it so the cat was recognizable. He made sure the photo was okay before leaving out of his door. He made sure he had his keys before making his rounds.

His first stop was the next-door neighbour he never had met. They moved into the apartment a while ago, he couldn’t remember when. But one day he heard music blasting through their shared wall. He liked it. The drums stimulated his overthought brain. He waited for a few minutes before going to the next.

Door after door opened but no one seemed to claim ownership of the cat. He nearly wanted to give up when the door of the elevator opened with a ding and you stumbled out. You didn’t see the lanky man at the end of the floor standing by your door. You fished out your keys and came to a stop right in front of him. You looked up and saw him watching you. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Spencer didn’t know what to do. He felt heat rushing onto his cheeks. Before he could do anything you had a look at his phone. You were curious as to why such a young man had such an old phone model. You saw your cat on it. Your eyes were wide. “Franz!”, you exclaimed. Spencer was thrown out of his trance. He looked at you before looking at his phone again. He cleared his throat before asking shyly, “Is this yours?” You nodded eagerly. “Yes, he is mine. This is Franz.”

Spencer was intrigued. “Franz?” You giggled softly, “Yes, after Franz Kafka. I like what and how he writes.” Spencer couldn’t stop the spreading of a smile on his face. “Well, Franz is sleeping at my desk on top of my work I really need to go over. Could you maybe get him?” You had to laugh. “Yes. Sorry about him. I think he can sense when someone has to work but needs a break. He does that a lot to me too.”

Spencer giggled as he turned his key to open the front door. He let you in before closing the door softly. “Right over there.” He pointed at where his desk was. As you walked closer you could see your cat’s sleeping form. Before you took Franz into your arms you wrote down your name and number.

Franz protested but was immediately soothed by scratches behind his ears. You turned to Spencer and nodded at the Post-it with your information. “Just in case he bothers you again.” Spencer grinned brightly, “Franz could never!” You gave him a look.

The next day at work there was a sudden call on your private phone. It was strange at this hour of the day; your friends knew when you had broken and if they needed you urgently they called on your work phone. You looked at the caller ID and everything became clear. “Hey, Y/N! It’s Spencer. He’s back! What kind of cat food does he like?”

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pendragyn · 2 months

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Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

17 ish hour old scam blog regurgitating the same lies as usual, hiding behind marginalized identities in case anyone catches on to their bullshit. I'm pretty sure a lot of these are run by a botter.

to report them on the android app, go to the pinned post and copy the link to that, then go to the thing next to "follow" and report for something else -> unlawful uses -> phishing, then just type in what's going on. remember to block them too.

#scams #enchantingqueencreatorsblog #scammers #phishing #charity scam #report and block #lying liars who lie #kyra45

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tashatoons · 2 months

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Scenes from chapter 17 of Phishing Line! Illumi and Kalluto leave for the Black Whale's expedition to the Dark Continent. The entire family is present for their departure, except for Killua and Alluka, something that Milluki finds utterly distasteful. With the air thick with familial tension, Milluki tries to get used to his new work schedule, but he just can't seem to focus properly whenever his eyes catch sight of a certain zip file on his computer.

#milluki zoldyck #hxh fanfic #fanfiction #killua zoldyck #scene layouts #hxh #Kika Mooney (OC)#kalluto zoldyck #silva zoldyck #kikyo zoldyck #zoldyck family

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oliverreedmasterass · 8 months

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Can you write like an aftermath of them playing MSG and just reeling from how amazing it was. And that they got to play their dream venue.

ADDISONNNNN this one got me emotional, damn! But here ya go!

Ready for the Garden

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Warnings: language, just a lot of emotions

The last notes of “Farewell For Now” surged from Jake’s guitar and, after basking in the feedback for long enough, his hands fell limply to his sides. Out of breath and plastered in sweat, he gazed out at the packed stadium in front of him. Madison Square Garden. Fucking Madison Square Garden. The crowd roared with cheers, many people holding hearts up to him from the pit. The past two hours felt surreal, like Jake had just blacked out and, at the last second, regained consciousness. He continued to stand on his side of the stage as Josh, Sam, and Danny prepared to make their grand exit, and stared down at the Gibson SG that hung from his shoulder, looking spent.

Jake first touched a guitar when he barely knew how to walk. Kelly was always getting scolded by Karen for leaving his musical instruments laying around the house, but he protested in the years to come that it was the best decision he had ever made. While Josh was busy with his wooden blocks and playing in their large backyard, Jake frequently found himself kneeling in front of his dad’s acoustic guitar, flicking the strings with his small hands. The twangy sound of the guitar vibrating always brought a joyful grin to Jake’s face, and he basked in the excitement of making special noise that he could control. As Jake grew older, he learned that he could place his fingers on the frets to make new sounds and, eventually, he graduated to holding the guitar upright in his lap, of course when Kelly gave him the greenlight.

Jake looked up from his guitar and returned his gaze back to the crowd. The people seemed to extend on forever, nearly reaching the rafters. Hanging off in the distance were the banners commemorating iconic performances over the years: Billy Joel, Harry Styles, and Phish, for some reason. Jake wondered if his band’s name would ever be up there one day. It didn’t need to be, he was living out his dream just stepping foot in the place, but he could still dream. He looked back down at his black boots and blew out an astonished breath. He was on the stage of one of the most famous arenas of all time. The history that was packed into the place was hardly fathomable.

Jake sat in front of the TV with the remote in his hand, trying to figure out which concert video he wanted to watch for the evening. His parents had an impressive collection of performances on VHS for him and his siblings to choose from, setting his family apart from all his friends who typically watched Disney classics and Scooby Doo cartoons. As Jake turned the remote in his hands, he realized that it was silly of him to be dwelling so much. There was one concert that he never grew tired of, no matter how many times he watched it.

“You’re watching The Song Remains the Same again?” Sam called to him from the kitchen as Jake hit “play” on the remote. “Didn’t you watch that last week?”

“It’s the way their music fills the stadium,” Jake tried to explain to Sam in words that he would understand. “It’s like magic. I want to play there one day and experience it for myself.”

“That would be neat,” Sam breathed out. Jake smiled that he and his younger brother were both on the same page, and patted the seat next to him. Sam bound over with a bowl of popcorn for them to share so they could witness the magic on screen.

He spent so many years dreaming of headlining a show at Madison Square Garden, and now it had finally happened. Jake was in the likes of The Who, The Rolling Stones, George Harrison, just about every legendary performer ever known to lead the charts over the years. Jake suddenly felt lonely in his spot on the stage, and remembered that he couldn’t stand out there forever, as much as he wanted to. He turned away from the crowd and, the second he could no longer see his dream in front of him, a sense of finality hit. Tears started to form in Jake’s eyes as he jogged up the steps to the main platform where Josh was waiting for him. The concert had come and gone faster than the blink of an eye. Jake yearned to play one more song but, at the same time, he was so overwhelmed with emotions, he just wanted to flop into a heap on the floor in their green room. Josh rushed to his side the second he noticed a tear splatter onto his jacket collar and laid a warm hand on his shoulder.

Jake still had no idea how he had managed to convince Josh to join his band. Granted, Josh did have an impressive set of pipes on him and he wasn’t shy to use them in his theater performances, but rock n’ roll had always been Jake’s thing. Following one of their long and arduous practice sessions after school, Josh stood over Jake as he carefully packed his guitar back into its case.

“Did you hear about that Eric Clapton contest?” Josh asked. Jake looked back at Josh and arched an eyebrow. Anything about any member of Cream immediately had his attention. “The winner gets to play on stage with him. You just have to submit audio of yourself playing and encourage people to vote for you. And, get this, it’s at Madison Square Garden.”

Jake was on his feet now. Everything Josh had just mapped out sounded like a goddamn dream, but the last part about playing on stage at Madison Square Garden made it seem too good to be true. Jake would give anything to show off his chops in front of a flabbergasted crowd, shredding like his life depended on it. Jake pictured himself, just 17 years old, on stage at the Garden. Butterflies flocked to his stomach and he reached for his guitar to get to recording. Josh was tickled by his immediate action, and headed for his room.

“I’ll write a tweet about this on the band account,” he said over his shoulder with a laugh.

“Are you okay?” Josh whispered into Jake’s ear. More tears were dropping from his eyes, but he didn’t want to wipe them away because it would be a dead giveaway to the crowd that he was up on stage, bawling like a child. The grin he gave Josh in return was much more accurate to how he was really feeling, and Josh seemed to take comfort in his response. “We did it,” he whispered to Jake, wrapping his arm around him. “We actually did it.”

“What the fuck,” was all Jake could choke out.

Sam joined them, his face bright and filled with delight.

“That was something else, wasn’t it?” he called over the sound of the crowd.

“You could say that,” Josh chuckled at his younger brother.

“I don’t remember the last time I was that terrified to play in front of a crowd,” Sam continued.

“I’m fucking terrified to go out there,” Sam squeaked as he peered out the curtain at the half-filled Fischer Hall.

“Sam, language!” Josh scolded him. “You’re, like, 13, you shouldn’t be talking like that.”

“I’m old enough to drop f bombs!” Sam protested. “Jake was saying all kinds of shit when he was my age!”

“That is true,” Jake pointed out.

Danny nodded knowingly. “I learned most of what I know from you.”

“How many people are out there, like a thousand?” Sam continued to worry from the wing of the small stage. Danny stood on his toes to look over Sam and then shook his head.

“I’d say twenty. Tops.”

“Can we postpone this? I think I have a stomach ache,” Sam tried.

“No,” Jake, Josh, and Danny were all fast to reply.

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he was feeling just as nervous as Sam, if not more. It was their first actual gig at an actual place where playing music was at least semi-acceptable. This was no garage, backyard, or sidewalk show. This was the start of their career, and Jake could feel the weight on his shoulders. He and Josh were set to head to college in the fall, but Jake secretly hoped deep down that his band would do the unthinkable and take off. It was the one thing Jake had that felt right; school was always secondary in his life to music, so it seemed like the wrong thing to pursue. This concert was their chance to showcase their talent, get the recognition they deserved, and finally be put on the map.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Josh assured Sam.

Jake nervously wrung his hands, took in a deep breath, released, and then stepped out into the lights.

With his brothers by his side, Jake carefully made his way down the steps off the stage after giving a grand bow, and let the floodgates open the second he was out of the public eye. A few roadies looked at him with concern, but Danny, who Jake had lost on stage when he was caught in his head, hurried to him and smothered him in a massive hug.

“Jake!” he called out. “Your dream came true!”

Jake could only manage to make short hyperventilating noises as the drummer continued to smother him in his big, sweaty arms. His dream really did come true. Memories of the evening flashed through his mind, from his knotted stomach seconds before the curtain fell, to playing “Highway Tune” and musing at how far they had come, to hearing people begging for more leading up to their encore, to the stadium filling with a stunning glow of colors during “Light My Love.” It felt like something out of a fairytale. Jake leaned in deeper to Danny’s hug and, within seconds, Josh and Sam had joined the embrace so they could all revel in the moment.

Jake felt the smother of his brothers and shook his head in awe. Nine years ago, they formed Greta Van Fleet, now they were at the Garden. Their hard work had paid off. All of the things they had missed out on or given up to chase their dreams stung a little less. They had made it. They had actually made it.

Jake surprised himself when he was the first to break free from the group hug.

“Where do we go from here?” he found himself asking. They all looked around at each other in giddy eagerness.

“Pompeii,” Sam decided. “Like Pink Floyd.”

“I think a rooftop performance would be pretty cool,” Danny offered.

“You’re all thinking too small,” Josh waved them off. “I say we aim for the moon.”

That got everyone laughing.

“What do you think, Jakey?” Sam looked across at his older brother.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Jake shrugged with a twinkle in his eye. “As long as I’m with you guys.”

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