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lapietra 04-02-2003 04:43 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States

sybil 04-02-2003 04:46 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick

masterofNone 04-02-2003 07:48 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local

noxxville 04-02-2003 08:52 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was

moel 04-03-2003 12:40 AM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work

lapietra 04-03-2003 05:16 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear:

masterofNone 04-03-2003 06:14 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as

QwertyBoy 04-04-2003 01:25 AM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but

trisherina 04-04-2003 03:00 AM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him,

Poolfreak 04-04-2003 07:29 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him, then he could forget all about his laundry. He would have to find the one person he knew who could

nycwriters 04-04-2003 07:47 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him, then he could forget all about his laundry. He would have to find the one person he knew who could give him answers.

Yes, the woman that most called

sybil 04-04-2003 08:04 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him, then he could forget all about his laundry. He would have to find the one person he knew who could give him answers.

Yes, the woman that most called drunk from a phone booth after last call. He'd met her in

masterofNone 04-04-2003 08:21 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him, then he could forget all about his laundry. He would have to find the one person he knew who could give him answers.

Yes, the woman that most called drunk from a phone booth after last call. He'd met her in a laundromat while looking for quarters behind the machines. Her voice was a testament to

nycwriters 04-04-2003 08:38 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him, then he could forget all about his laundry. He would have to find the one person he knew who could give him answers.

Yes, the woman that most called drunk from a phone booth after last call. He'd met her in a laundromat while looking for quarters behind the machines. Her voice was a testament to years of smoking and heavy drinking. It was the most

moel 04-04-2003 10:06 PM

Tuesday morning Travis awoke to the sound of his roommate yelling at him for the dishes in the sink. He sighed, rolled over and solemnly picked his nose for awhile. He began to ruminate about his new life, and just exactly how he had ended up this way. The freedom he used to take for granted had evaporated with the new demands of work and all those unpaid bills. What had he been envisioning when he made up his mind to run? What thoughts pushed their way 'round Travis's supernaturally round head were typically unininteresting and this morning was no exception.

He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his eyes. If only the little man in the corner store had been wrong in predicting his future. It scared him to think that he may indeed have to run again, if they found out. You see, he had always been in love with the idea of becoming a storyteller. But this dream had been cut short by his frequent yet random episodes of profound paranoia. The little man had been experimenting with several types of homemade pharmaceuticals, searching for deeper meaning and freedom within these newfound realms. His favorite experience was travelling throughout India, hiking up the highest mountains and hang-gliding off. As a result, he had frequent loss of feeling, a numbness, in his left foot.

Trying to get the blood out of his shirt in the bathroom sink, Travis further pondered the little man's story. He'd had to return to the States to bury his half-brother. He'd been sick since his last week in the high country. A bacterial infection from a local anestetic that he was given was just recently linked to 35 deaths in Uraguay. Hopefully, his case was less severe in its final outcome. There was still plenty of work to be done, and he wasn't going to let a little case of the runs keep him from doing it. He told all of this to Travis before he finally came to the thing Travis least wanted to hear: "They know where you are."

Just as matter of fact and conversational as a New York stock broker informs his client of a gang of elephants threatening to steal his car, the little man dropped his bit of information with an all-knowing grin. Travis would have rather heard about elephants, but his left foot was going numb again as he ran the cold water, and he had to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't even run from where he was. If they decided to come and get him, then he could forget all about his laundry. He would have to find the one person he knew who could give him answers.

Yes, the woman that most called drunk from a phone booth after last call. He'd met her in a laundromat while looking for quarters behind the machines. Her voice was a testament to years of smoking and heavy drinking. It was the most uninhibited sound he'd ever heard. A strange power radiated


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