BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I glance over and see its 6:30 I sluggishly drag myself out of bed “it’s too early”. I walk to the shower and turn on the shiny silver handles and I close the curtain a sensation of warm water overtakes my body. I say to myself “today is going to be a good day”. I hop out and get dressed I throw on my black SLIPKNOT shirt and put on my black pants and slide right into my size 13 black ADIO’s. My mom says “let’s go you have to go early today because I have to go in early the rest of this week”. So we go out the door I jump in the silver Grand Prix labeled Yankees. As we drive to my school I couldn’t wait to see the girl I was dating I just knew that today was going to be amazing, it was sunny, no clouds, feeling like a million bucks, nothing could ruin this. I have finally been ok for once in my life I have a caring family, at least where I was living we planed on watching the new Transformers movie my dad was so excited. We finally reach school and there she was standing and waiting for me I was so happy to see her she was the girl for me (or so I thought at the time) she runs up and jumps into my arms feeling of empty hope. The day seems to drag and feeling so anxious to leave I just stood up and walked out grabbed the love of my life my skateboard and went to heaven A.K.A. The skate park. Walking down the hall now equipped with the only thing that has not let me down feeling invincible. I get out the door and start down the side walk feeling like a free bird I skate across the street and its all empty feeling so specially like being V.I.P. I drop in and feel the overwhelming sensation of flying now the day is perfect can’t be any better. Bell rings time for lunch only running on half a tank so I need to get something to eat I sadly put away the love of my life in my dinky little locker. I get in line see that girl again so I go up by her and we kiss and we talk about what we doing tonight the rest of the day flew by so fast not really paying attention to anything just day dreaming. I head back to heaven and fly till my mom comes and I see my dad in the front seat I’m so excited I run and give him a hug and hop in the back seat like a little kid who sees his father after a long day at work. We go to the doctors like a normal day he had to get his blood taken for dialysis and whatever else goes on for him its hard to see him so feeble he is supposed to be like Superman. His weathered face was so amazing to see but, at the same time it was so sad to see what he has done to himself. He was only 35 he really looked as if he was 50 though and he looked as though he just was not happy with himself. It crushed me he always told me to worry bout the partying later in life because I have so much talent so I needed to use it and make a life. To me he was preaching and I never listened I wish I would have, look where I’m at now. So we head back to the house just a regular day I told all my friends to come over to kick it so that we could watch the Transformers movie. I was in my room with my friends Dominique, Xavier, Brody (my brother), I was on the computer being the room DJ. The song I chose was “Blowin Trees” By: Nappy Roots turned it up as high as the computer would; telling a story to my friends my dad walks in and says “hey I’m hopping the shower I LOVE YOU SON NEVER FORGET THAT”. I basically blew him off and said “ya I love you too” He says “I’ll be out in ten min. so we can watch our movie” “okay dad”. 5 min. go by and mom checks on him and he was slurring his words and his were rolling in the back of his head, she takes him out the bath and puts clothes on him. He says “just let me lay here come back in 10 min. I’m dizzy” “okay Kris”. Meanwhile the music is playing “broke with my girl last night so I went to the club put on a fresh white suit and mini coup sitting on dubs RORY!!!!” “yeah what’s up mom? “Help me your dad is too heavy he not really breathing!” As though someone has put an ice cube down my spine I get the worse chills I have ever had in my life. I run down the hall to my fragile father on the floor I said “Daddy please get up we got a movie come on” No reply. I pick him up his eyes rolled back I carry him to front room and lay his body on the oval rug on the floor. “CALL 911 NOW!!!” I scream at my mother she hands me the phone in sheer panic I dial as fast as I can I tell her where we are at what’s going on, she simply answers back “ Do CPR” “I don’t know it” “ I’ll guide you through it how may breathes does he take a min?” I count and its only a breathe every 27 seconds. As I cry on the phone this lady is totally treating me like I’m completely retarded. “Come on daddy” PUSH “please not now I need you” PUSH PUSH “how you doin kid?” “How do you think lady my dad is about to die!” “The ambulance is so close just 30 more seconds” PUSH tears streaming down my face “ Daddy NO please I’m here” finally the medics get there and push me out the way and say “ good job kid we got a pulse” An hour passes and my mother comes in tears running “he’s gone” my whole world was shattered so much for a good day.
Rory
Friday, April 10, 2009
Narrative Rough Draft
As I run back to my room, in disappointment, I jump onto my top bunk and hide under the blankets. I sat there, and sat. I would say about 2 hours or so went by that seemed like eternity! “It’s seven o’clock by now; I am so waking everyone up!” I thought. So I jumped out of my bed all pumped and excited for the morning ahead. I woke up my heavily snoring brother. “IT’S CHRISTMAS!” I yelled. Of coarse that made him excited so we both ran to the other side of our trailer where my mom and step dad lay hibernating. “GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!!!!” jumping on them and screaming we finally got them up. “What time is it now?” They mumbled. “It’s seven, wake up now, can’t you see Christmas is waiting for us?!” They dragged there lazy butts up and we walked a few small steps to the living room.
“Oh, my, gosh, the most presents I have ever seen!” I was sure they were popping out at us! There were presents everywhere, on the couch, on the T.V, on the table, on the floor. Our tree was very small, crooked, trashy, but cute with little lights and a bow on top. It was only about a foot tall, but we had that forever, it was tradition. As me and my brother start opening our presents we try all our clothes, toys, candy out. “This is the best Christmas ever, thank you!” Dairien, my brother, was being silly and trying on my princess shoes and dresses while I played with his play gun. We were there hours just playing and opening presents! We also pigged out on donuts and sugar, that’s just what we do on Christmas.
So by now we were full of candy and playing when all the sudden, “Where’s my dad!?” My mom just sat there for a second in concern. Kind of like she was worried he wasn’t going to come again and my world would be crushed. You would think by now I wouldn’t expect anything from him but for some reason he was my hero. My mom comes to me and says, “He will be here don’t worry baby, soon, just be patient.” I ran outside down my little pull out steps and look down the road. “My dad should be coming anytime.” I thought. Ten minutes went by as I wait, wait, and wait. Oh, my, gosh, I see a white car! It’s him! They speed by, obviously not being him. My little heart staring, waiting, anticipation killing me, so excited to see my daddy not knowing he wasn’t coming anytime soon. About an hour or two passes and my mom comes out to get me. “Kesha it’s time to come in he will come soon but you can’t wait out here it’s to cold; come and play with your new toys.” “Okay mom…sniff, sniff, I’m really sad mom where is he?!” trying to fight the tears she gives me a hug, the smell of alcohol on her breath.
Knock, knock, bangs our medal door. “HE’S HERE, IT’S HIM!!!!!!” I nearly fall on my face trying to get the door. I open the door and there he is, my long hair, tattooed, cigarette smelling daddy with his black leather jacket. “I love you dad, let’s go!” With the blink of an eye we left to his house where I find more presents! As I’m opening presents with my dad’s new girlfriend, with five kids, I see a rectangular box that usually holds clothes. I open it and my prediction being true there were clothes there. To my surprise they happened to be my first pair of bra and panties. I must also add they matched and all my dads girlfriends kids were boys but one. I hide my face of embarrassment. “DAD, UGH, why did you get me these?!” He just laughs. I hurry, hide them and open a new present. It’s a Barbie! Now I have a collection! My dad was always the best at giving me Barbie stuff. He took me home; I hated that part, and drove off concentrating on the new girlfriend. She was the new one to replace me, as usual. I probably saw him a few weeks, maybe months later, doing the same routine, watching, waiting, hoping, innocent.
Kesha
“Oh, my, gosh, the most presents I have ever seen!” I was sure they were popping out at us! There were presents everywhere, on the couch, on the T.V, on the table, on the floor. Our tree was very small, crooked, trashy, but cute with little lights and a bow on top. It was only about a foot tall, but we had that forever, it was tradition. As me and my brother start opening our presents we try all our clothes, toys, candy out. “This is the best Christmas ever, thank you!” Dairien, my brother, was being silly and trying on my princess shoes and dresses while I played with his play gun. We were there hours just playing and opening presents! We also pigged out on donuts and sugar, that’s just what we do on Christmas.
So by now we were full of candy and playing when all the sudden, “Where’s my dad!?” My mom just sat there for a second in concern. Kind of like she was worried he wasn’t going to come again and my world would be crushed. You would think by now I wouldn’t expect anything from him but for some reason he was my hero. My mom comes to me and says, “He will be here don’t worry baby, soon, just be patient.” I ran outside down my little pull out steps and look down the road. “My dad should be coming anytime.” I thought. Ten minutes went by as I wait, wait, and wait. Oh, my, gosh, I see a white car! It’s him! They speed by, obviously not being him. My little heart staring, waiting, anticipation killing me, so excited to see my daddy not knowing he wasn’t coming anytime soon. About an hour or two passes and my mom comes out to get me. “Kesha it’s time to come in he will come soon but you can’t wait out here it’s to cold; come and play with your new toys.” “Okay mom…sniff, sniff, I’m really sad mom where is he?!” trying to fight the tears she gives me a hug, the smell of alcohol on her breath.
Knock, knock, bangs our medal door. “HE’S HERE, IT’S HIM!!!!!!” I nearly fall on my face trying to get the door. I open the door and there he is, my long hair, tattooed, cigarette smelling daddy with his black leather jacket. “I love you dad, let’s go!” With the blink of an eye we left to his house where I find more presents! As I’m opening presents with my dad’s new girlfriend, with five kids, I see a rectangular box that usually holds clothes. I open it and my prediction being true there were clothes there. To my surprise they happened to be my first pair of bra and panties. I must also add they matched and all my dads girlfriends kids were boys but one. I hide my face of embarrassment. “DAD, UGH, why did you get me these?!” He just laughs. I hurry, hide them and open a new present. It’s a Barbie! Now I have a collection! My dad was always the best at giving me Barbie stuff. He took me home; I hated that part, and drove off concentrating on the new girlfriend. She was the new one to replace me, as usual. I probably saw him a few weeks, maybe months later, doing the same routine, watching, waiting, hoping, innocent.
Kesha
Narrative: Conclusion
On the last day of my trip to California, we had the biggest breakfast at our hotel and went to Universal Studios. I had a lot of fun at universal studios. We went on things as a family and me, my grandpa, sister, and cousin went on the Jurassic Park boat ride. After we went on all of the rides, we had lunch at the Jurassic Café. It was a really good place to eat at. It had Chinese food and ate a lot of chicken.
After we ate at the Jurassic Café, we went up and out of the theme park because we had to go to the air port to leave California. While we were on the airplane, me and my cousin played Uno because we were bored on the way back home to Salt Lake. We had soda and peanuts on the way back.
It was very sad to go back home when we were having so much fun in California. I wanted to stay in California because I was having a lot of fun especially in Disneyland because it reminded me of my childhood when I went there when I was a child. The funnest thing that I liked about going to California was me and my cousin was able to go around by ourselves because our grandparents trusted us.
The coolest thing about the trip was my grandparents filmed our whole trip so we could watch it and remember our trip to California. I remember the day we got up at 4:00 in the morning because we needed to be at the air port in time and early so we didn’t have to wait. We were out of the air port by 6:00 in the morning and reached California by 8:30 in the morning. I cant wait until I can go back to California again.
Tayler
After we ate at the Jurassic Café, we went up and out of the theme park because we had to go to the air port to leave California. While we were on the airplane, me and my cousin played Uno because we were bored on the way back home to Salt Lake. We had soda and peanuts on the way back.
It was very sad to go back home when we were having so much fun in California. I wanted to stay in California because I was having a lot of fun especially in Disneyland because it reminded me of my childhood when I went there when I was a child. The funnest thing that I liked about going to California was me and my cousin was able to go around by ourselves because our grandparents trusted us.
The coolest thing about the trip was my grandparents filmed our whole trip so we could watch it and remember our trip to California. I remember the day we got up at 4:00 in the morning because we needed to be at the air port in time and early so we didn’t have to wait. We were out of the air port by 6:00 in the morning and reached California by 8:30 in the morning. I cant wait until I can go back to California again.
Tayler
Britney Spears
You all know who Britney Spears is, but do you know who she really is? People seem to think that the paparazzi are 100% correct. You most likely think she’s crazy just because she shaved her head. I know I sound like a little girl when I say I’m going to her concert on the 14th of this month, but I truly admire her.
One night when I was 5, I was having a really hard time falling asleep. My dad had happened to have her CD and said to put it in my stereo and it might help me, so I did. I don’t even remember listening to it, but ever since that night, she’s always brought the memory of my dad back. It’s like when you think of something, and it reminds you of an amazing memory of someone or something you love.
Throughout all my Christmas’s and birthdays I’ve gotten all of her CD’s, gone to concerts, bought posters, books, etc. As I started reading them, I noticed that she had a really hard time trying to pursue her dreams. Her family was barely making it, but Britney really wanted to enter a competition. Her parents were hesitant, but entered her. Her winning led her to getting on the “Mouseketeers” and started her career. Look where she is now: making millions and millions still, even after her divorce, break-ups, custody battles, and sicknesses. Don’t judge someone from the magazines and act like you don’t like her, because you don’t really know anything about her.
Rachel
You all know who Britney Spears is, but do you know who she really is? People seem to think that the paparazzi are 100% correct. You most likely think she’s crazy just because she shaved her head. I know I sound like a little girl when I say I’m going to her concert on the 14th of this month, but I truly admire her.
One night when I was 5, I was having a really hard time falling asleep. My dad had happened to have her CD and said to put it in my stereo and it might help me, so I did. I don’t even remember listening to it, but ever since that night, she’s always brought the memory of my dad back. It’s like when you think of something, and it reminds you of an amazing memory of someone or something you love.
Throughout all my Christmas’s and birthdays I’ve gotten all of her CD’s, gone to concerts, bought posters, books, etc. As I started reading them, I noticed that she had a really hard time trying to pursue her dreams. Her family was barely making it, but Britney really wanted to enter a competition. Her parents were hesitant, but entered her. Her winning led her to getting on the “Mouseketeers” and started her career. Look where she is now: making millions and millions still, even after her divorce, break-ups, custody battles, and sicknesses. Don’t judge someone from the magazines and act like you don’t like her, because you don’t really know anything about her.
Rachel
They say that the first things animals hear when they enter this life is the voice of their mother. When I came back to this life I heard something like “if you’re a good boy I’ll untie one every half hour”, definitely not Elizabeth, my mother. It was sometime around three in the morning. The only light in the inky blackness was provided by a three foot by six inch window showing the nurse’s station. I didn’t have my glasses so everything more than a foot away from my face was distorted, but that wasn’t the first thing I noticed, I was tied to my bed. What would you do if you found your wrists and ankles fastened to a bed? I began to bite at my bonds. This upset the male nurse reading in the dark; I think he was supposed to supervise me. He told me rather forcefully that he would untie me if I was a “good boy”. So I laid back and fell asleep. When I awoke it was day and I was untied, apparently I was a good boy.
I want to say it was around seven in the AM. Elizabeth came and sat by my side. I can’t remember what I said. She said I was über-pissed. Soon there came a social worker. He talked about my family dynamic and why I did what I did. He asked if I was safe to go home. I essentially told him to f-off and die. After he left my mom looked at me with sad, weary eyes, she wanted me to be safe. We watched TV and I fitfully slept. Dinner came and it was heavenly. I had the best cake I can ever remember. I was almost like a Napoleon, but was not a soggy. I think it had coconut in it, that pastry was the highlight of my day. Finally a nurse came in with bits of paper. She gave them to Elizabeth to sign. She told me in a mocking tone “no more Tylenol”, I think I grinned sardonically at her. We collected my meager possessions and left.
Days later I was told that I became violent during my blackout and I punched a nurse in the face when she held me down. Mom said I tried to pull out my IV. That was why I was tied up. I felt bad about hitting the nurse, yet I had no qualms about treating my mom like a lower form a life, interesting.
It turns out that there is Benadryl (hydrocortisone) in Tyelnol PM. In small doses it induces sleep; in large doses it makes you crazy. I was also told that I would have destroyed my liver because of all the acetaminophen (Tylenol) I had consumed. That chemical kills your main filter cell by cell until your skin turns yellow and you die. But my liver moves on and so do I. Why did I want to die? I wanted to know what death was like, a much more noble reason than wanting attention, like my suicide threat a few weeks after this odyssey. Looking back I don’t want to put my mother, or any other family member through what I put them through that February evening. I don’t want to experience death until I have tasted life. This and the label “manic depressive” are what I took from my attempt--my vain attempt to experience the eternal.
Nick B.
I want to say it was around seven in the AM. Elizabeth came and sat by my side. I can’t remember what I said. She said I was über-pissed. Soon there came a social worker. He talked about my family dynamic and why I did what I did. He asked if I was safe to go home. I essentially told him to f-off and die. After he left my mom looked at me with sad, weary eyes, she wanted me to be safe. We watched TV and I fitfully slept. Dinner came and it was heavenly. I had the best cake I can ever remember. I was almost like a Napoleon, but was not a soggy. I think it had coconut in it, that pastry was the highlight of my day. Finally a nurse came in with bits of paper. She gave them to Elizabeth to sign. She told me in a mocking tone “no more Tylenol”, I think I grinned sardonically at her. We collected my meager possessions and left.
Days later I was told that I became violent during my blackout and I punched a nurse in the face when she held me down. Mom said I tried to pull out my IV. That was why I was tied up. I felt bad about hitting the nurse, yet I had no qualms about treating my mom like a lower form a life, interesting.
It turns out that there is Benadryl (hydrocortisone) in Tyelnol PM. In small doses it induces sleep; in large doses it makes you crazy. I was also told that I would have destroyed my liver because of all the acetaminophen (Tylenol) I had consumed. That chemical kills your main filter cell by cell until your skin turns yellow and you die. But my liver moves on and so do I. Why did I want to die? I wanted to know what death was like, a much more noble reason than wanting attention, like my suicide threat a few weeks after this odyssey. Looking back I don’t want to put my mother, or any other family member through what I put them through that February evening. I don’t want to experience death until I have tasted life. This and the label “manic depressive” are what I took from my attempt--my vain attempt to experience the eternal.
Nick B.
Narrative Rough Draft
How do you deal with death?
Yesterday one of my good friends, mentor, and big brother past away in his sleep and I will never know why or how, other then as Doug has told me “the good die young.” When all of us got the news that he has been found dead, we already new something was wrong. We were hoping that we where in trouble and that everything was alright with him. I heard the news but didn’t really hear it tell like ten minutes later, I started to cry and recall all the things that have happened between us. All the help he has been to me would be a waste if I didn’t improve my life or work on the things I need to.
His name is Adam Jay Wilkinson, he has worked at the group home for two years, and the last thing he said to me was. “I don’t work here for the pay because it’s nothing compared to the pay you give me”.
I have seen about fifteen people deal with this and most of them have been similar in the way then act. I cried and talked about all the amazing times we had together, and then I went to sleep and I hope that’s all the crying I well do for now because I think crying is a waste of time, but not really I say that because I don’t like crying. Some people it really hasn’t had much affect on, from what I have seen. One of us is taking a vow of silence and I could hear Adam saying “If you think it will help, go ahead.” Also some are dressed in black for appreciation of the “White Rasta Man.”
The love and compassion he had for the people in his life was truly amazing. I was able to attend his funeral service on the first of this month. It was vary healing for me and all who went. Real quick wouldn’t it be a sick joke if someone played on anyone to say he is dead, I would rather have cried and still got him back even to say goodbye forever. He would listen and always try to understand what’s wrong. This one time I was so broken up with how to feel, I barfed because I was crying really hard. He told me take a deep breath and drink some water, but most of all sat there next to me and listened to everything I was saying. The whole time, trying to help me fix the problem or make is better in way he could.
He was the only staff that most of my peers could really relate to. When he was sixteen, he was sent to Provo canyon lock up place for misbehaving. He was in Oregon, three o’clock in the morning with two big cops holding night sticks saying “we can do this the hard way or the easy way.” He was then put on a plane and taken to this Provo place. The stay there was a year and he was there for a little over seven months. Because is cleaned up his act and worked super hard and got out and back to his life. The reason I say all of this is because he did relate to us the best out of all the staff.
I think of him as one of my brothers, he was given the love that one of your family members would give. I haven’t seen my brother for, well all year wow I need to get out and make up the time with him. I would wake up every Saturday with some smell of food that he was making for us. I will miss him; he made my group home stay easier. He will always have a spot in my heart for helping me to change and make better choices.
After reading this I hope that you have made the choice to become better and have a better life. When life is so crazy stop and take a deep breath and think before you act on what you are doing or about to do. Ask yourself, why you are doing this and if it will help out life. But most of all I think you need to forget yourself and help out everyone around you. The peace that comes with that is amazing. I wish I could put it in a jar or box and give it to people that need a boost because it helps, I promise. Go do it because it isn’t try; it is ether doing it or not.
Mark
Yesterday one of my good friends, mentor, and big brother past away in his sleep and I will never know why or how, other then as Doug has told me “the good die young.” When all of us got the news that he has been found dead, we already new something was wrong. We were hoping that we where in trouble and that everything was alright with him. I heard the news but didn’t really hear it tell like ten minutes later, I started to cry and recall all the things that have happened between us. All the help he has been to me would be a waste if I didn’t improve my life or work on the things I need to.
His name is Adam Jay Wilkinson, he has worked at the group home for two years, and the last thing he said to me was. “I don’t work here for the pay because it’s nothing compared to the pay you give me”.
I have seen about fifteen people deal with this and most of them have been similar in the way then act. I cried and talked about all the amazing times we had together, and then I went to sleep and I hope that’s all the crying I well do for now because I think crying is a waste of time, but not really I say that because I don’t like crying. Some people it really hasn’t had much affect on, from what I have seen. One of us is taking a vow of silence and I could hear Adam saying “If you think it will help, go ahead.” Also some are dressed in black for appreciation of the “White Rasta Man.”
The love and compassion he had for the people in his life was truly amazing. I was able to attend his funeral service on the first of this month. It was vary healing for me and all who went. Real quick wouldn’t it be a sick joke if someone played on anyone to say he is dead, I would rather have cried and still got him back even to say goodbye forever. He would listen and always try to understand what’s wrong. This one time I was so broken up with how to feel, I barfed because I was crying really hard. He told me take a deep breath and drink some water, but most of all sat there next to me and listened to everything I was saying. The whole time, trying to help me fix the problem or make is better in way he could.
He was the only staff that most of my peers could really relate to. When he was sixteen, he was sent to Provo canyon lock up place for misbehaving. He was in Oregon, three o’clock in the morning with two big cops holding night sticks saying “we can do this the hard way or the easy way.” He was then put on a plane and taken to this Provo place. The stay there was a year and he was there for a little over seven months. Because is cleaned up his act and worked super hard and got out and back to his life. The reason I say all of this is because he did relate to us the best out of all the staff.
I think of him as one of my brothers, he was given the love that one of your family members would give. I haven’t seen my brother for, well all year wow I need to get out and make up the time with him. I would wake up every Saturday with some smell of food that he was making for us. I will miss him; he made my group home stay easier. He will always have a spot in my heart for helping me to change and make better choices.
After reading this I hope that you have made the choice to become better and have a better life. When life is so crazy stop and take a deep breath and think before you act on what you are doing or about to do. Ask yourself, why you are doing this and if it will help out life. But most of all I think you need to forget yourself and help out everyone around you. The peace that comes with that is amazing. I wish I could put it in a jar or box and give it to people that need a boost because it helps, I promise. Go do it because it isn’t try; it is ether doing it or not.
Mark
Have you ever thought about time travel? I mainly think of how it would be to go back in time to change something you would like to change. I always wondered if it would make life more interesting, satisfying, or even better. It’s an invention that needs to be created.
This idea takes me back to Napoleon Dynamite on the idea to put so called crystals into a machine for so called time travel. It turns out connecting it to your testicles and getting a good shock isn’t a good idea. It makes me laugh, because they believed it would take them back to the time they desired. There attempt may tempt anyone who really desires to go back.
I’m quite sure if our country or even Japan continues to succeed in technology, I’m most positive we will see time travel, but I’m sure this won’t be for some later years. Maybe not even until the 3000s, ha ha that’s if we don’t die from so called global warming. I wish I could live to see the future, to see time travel, but Napoleon Dynamite will be good enough for now.
Madeleine
This idea takes me back to Napoleon Dynamite on the idea to put so called crystals into a machine for so called time travel. It turns out connecting it to your testicles and getting a good shock isn’t a good idea. It makes me laugh, because they believed it would take them back to the time they desired. There attempt may tempt anyone who really desires to go back.
I’m quite sure if our country or even Japan continues to succeed in technology, I’m most positive we will see time travel, but I’m sure this won’t be for some later years. Maybe not even until the 3000s, ha ha that’s if we don’t die from so called global warming. I wish I could live to see the future, to see time travel, but Napoleon Dynamite will be good enough for now.
Madeleine
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