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  <title>Sleeps with Fishes</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2005 02:14:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>unknown</title>
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  <description>Can anyone explain why i feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could call people and go out and have a night to remember (or not remember)with fun fun illegal fun. But i cant make myself make the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go to applebees and have a great time with all my friends who mean more to me than most things in my life, and yet i cant drive to applebees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only sit here at my computer and hide from the world even when the thing i want to do most is go out and be with people. So why if all i want to do is get out of my house, all i get is this pressure on my head and this fear of leaving. I just blank out my life and sit here and rot in my computer. Its a sic feeling in myself</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2005 16:54:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Senior</title>
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  <description>Im sure that everyone has been having these moments lately so this will be nothing new. I also know that you guys know exactly what im talking about. Im a senior now. That word has always been filled with some feeling of awe when i was younger...The seniors were the leaders and they were the peopel that you looked up to. Now im here. I dont feel like what i though seniority would be. I keep looking back at my highschools years thinking, What happend, how did it go so fast?&quot; I had some serious senior thinking time last night on the drive home...at least the first 30mins where i was awake...That was 5 years of band.&lt;br /&gt;Now i realize that summer is over. I have a football scrimmage tomorow and our first game in a week. Time is flying by and i cant stop it. life is about to bitch slap me in the face. I doubt that im ready.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 06:56:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh golly gee gimmineegillikers</title>
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  <description>Ok, so i hate JK rowling now. Im going to have to wait another fricking 3 years before another book comes out and i finally get to finish this damned series. GAAAHHHHH WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME SO BY LEAVING THIS BOOK SO WIDE FREAKING OPEN!!!!!!!! THERE ARE NO ANSWERS HERE! ONLY MORE QUESTIONS YOU BITCH!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 19:28:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ap scores</title>
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  <description>So some times i just like to prove to the world that im not the dumbass that i like to act like all the time. I know that if anyone were to first meet me that they would think that im just a retarded football wrestler. But now i can look them in the eye and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A 5 ON BOTH CALCULUS AND PHYSICS AP TESTS BITCHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for taking my bragging so well.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 02:52:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sales sales sales</title>
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  <description>SO, Trey BOlling is going to take a page from miss Julianns book. Im selling cards for the football team. They are much better than the key chains that didnt work lol. I know this because i just went to El RO and used it there.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sell at least 5, but i get lots of free stuff that would be really cool if i can get up to 20 sales. And at $10 a peice its pretty good deal.&lt;br /&gt;Things include:&lt;br /&gt;El Ro- Buy one meal get second at half price&lt;br /&gt;Penn Station - Free small sub with purchase of large sub&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds - Free Med Fries when you get a sandwhich&lt;br /&gt;Mancinoes - $1 off whole grinder $.5 half grinder&lt;br /&gt;Garfields - $5 off a purchase of $20 or more&lt;br /&gt;Jiffy lube - $4 off oil changes&lt;br /&gt;40 Bowl - buy 1 get 1 free bowling games&lt;br /&gt;there is other stuff on there but these were the prime nice ones so please drop me a message if you are interested, ill even drive out to your house so please take interest and support your hard working if not successfull football team!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 02:39:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh yeaah</title>
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  <description>I just came to the brilliant realization that livejournal is not for me. A journal is the kind of thing you write in and dont show everyone. Its a scret little life story thing. So if i use livejournal as a real journal which is what i basically used it for for the last while then i get all these people reading the kind of thoughts that you should keeop to yourself. Then i get all these responses that i really dont need and then after a while i ask myself WHY DID I SHARE THIS WTH THE WORLD. I dont really have any of those happy things that you put in a journal like other people. SO basically ill prolly only limit my posts to stupid random facts about my life which mean nothing and no one cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beard = gone&lt;br /&gt;2. Trey work at Mancinoes&lt;br /&gt;3. Band. the magic is gone. Where did the fun go?&lt;br /&gt;4. Football, questionable dont really know how i feel yet. DO i want to try this year, it being my senior year, or do i slack off like the usual bitch that i am.&lt;br /&gt;5. FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 19:34:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hh</title>
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  <description>And now i feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;This dark feeling of aloness.&lt;br /&gt;But never fear.&lt;br /&gt;My liter of schnapps is here.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 19:11:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>interesting</title>
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  <description>well i must say the last week has been one of the more redefining weeks in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off my cat got bit and it got infected on the inside, so we didnt see it. She got gangrene and had to have a lot of skin removed, and then some just fell off. I have one sick looking cat right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also cool, i got a date for prom now. This being redfining because it will be my first school dance hahah. Im just not the dance guy i guess. But yes i get to take miss Ashley Arnold to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling thursday and discovered that brookbank is a naive little man hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the bad news. My dad, currently unemployed, got a job offer yesterday in arizona. it pays 47,000 a year starting salary which is really nice. But its in arizona and he starts asap. So my dad leaves in less than a week to go work far far away. So as of nex thursday i will be living alone with my mom...And we dont really get along. My dad isnt jus a father figure hes also one of my friends. We go to the gym and play games and such together a lot. And he also gets to explain math to me whenever i get confused and cant figure it out. so yeah this kinda sucks. I cant feel bad though either. He gets a job doing what he always wanted to do AND it pays very nicely. So i guess im happy that my dad will be happy with a good job and such. But damn. All the fun i have at my house starts with him. shiaaattttt. 1 year alone with my mom.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2005 22:02:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow</title>
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  <description>Where did yesterday go, hahah. I remember it being tuesday night and wishing it was wednesday and now its thursday i lost track of wednesday. Crazy...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2005 03:00:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Night</title>
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  <description>You all should take a look outside tonight, it fucking gorgeous. Starry night with naught a cloud in the sky.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 06:05:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today is Today&lt;br /&gt;God damnit&lt;br /&gt;Why cant today be tomorrow and then i will be closer to the days of happiness that i only visit in my dreams and when im not myself.&lt;br /&gt;school sucks. I wish i could go back to not thinking about it and all the people i worry about. blah blah blah,</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 22:21:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You approach Satan&apos;s wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level Who are sent there? Score &lt;br /&gt;Purgatory  Repenting Believers  Very Low &lt;br /&gt;Level 1 - Limbo  Virtuous Non-Believers  Moderate &lt;br /&gt;Level 2  Lustful  Moderate &lt;br /&gt;Level 3  Gluttonous  Very High &lt;br /&gt;Level 4  Prodigal and Avaricious  Low &lt;br /&gt;Level 5  Wrathful and Gloomy  Low &lt;br /&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis  Heretics  Very High &lt;br /&gt;Level 7  Violent  Moderate &lt;br /&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge  Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers  High &lt;br /&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus  Treacherous  Low &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol so awesome. I scored one of the lowest possible. i a fucking heretics...Kinda sad. Its not that i dont believe in religions and such its just that im a cynical bastage and i tend to question things. leaps of faith just dont work for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th level of hell...at least its a city!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 03:08:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well day of days. Haggenjos gave me some good news for once! I dont have to wrack my brain on sunday night to bust out a P.O.S. paper anymore!!!!!!! I get a whole 24 hour brief in which to not do it and then bust out one monday night instead. Give me a &quot;P&quot; &quot;R&quot; &quot;O&quot; &quot;Crastination!!!!!&quot; Glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation, a vacation that actually works. Sitting on my ass at home is causing me more stress than good. I need to find the company of good friends and good times. But even when i get that i dont feel better. WTF is wrong with me. What can it be that i want when in all terms i have it pretty good? My im just as selfish little ass. Ahhh well. We all can only do what we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turtle alone (5)&lt;br /&gt;to watch the world behind (7)&lt;br /&gt;the veil of sorrow (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heiku Hatcha!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 04:59:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today</title>
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  <description>First off i would like to profess my undying love to Thrash Nasty, for she has extended the due date on the research paper to MONDAY. Meaning i dont have to start it now, which is 11:50 P.M. the night before its due. Thank you maam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up. Academic teams. Math lost its competition but Richmond won overall. Whoop. I wanted to shoot myself so much though. Both questions we missed i knew how to do just later on. I just failed. Very depressing. I know most of you people would call academic teams a bunch of geeks, well youre right. But our academic team did get rated as having &quot;the sexiest group of guys&quot; so booyah. Even though we all know that have Mr. Evan Blum on the team is what really got us that one. Good job with the sexyness Evan. The bus-ride back was enjoyable. It seems our golden ratio for academic teams has increased dramaticaly for all those who know what that means. Unfortunately Trey was on the minority side of the game this year. Not like it really matters. Just being on the side i am sucks hahah. But tis all good. I have accepted my fate as a loser. So i shall walk onward with a smile on my face and a darkness in my heart &lt;ouch&gt;. We were serenaded by Clark Jordan and Mr. Evan Blum on the way back. I of course tried to join in but i cant sing worth crap and i dont know any lyrics. Right know i am having a fairly large sugar buzz. I, being Trey, did a very TRey-like thing by consuming mass quantities of suckers. My mouth is sweetened out. No more suckers for trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do tomorrow and the rest of the weekend hmm? I have no plans, except perhaps i mike be hanging out and watching movies friday but thats about all i ever do. So if you are in want of my companionship you can always drop a a message and i will try to pen you into my empty-assed weekend schedule. Thank you very much and goodnight!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2005 04:02:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>im done for</title>
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  <description>You ever get this depressing feeling in your head? It starts out as a thought and then it just spreads until you just feel it in your very being. I feel it every freaking day and school, and then again an night. Like right about now when im typing this entry. It sucks so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2005 06:53:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Saturday</title>
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  <description>Another saturday with no plans and a lot of aimless driving&lt;br /&gt;woo lol</description>
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  <lj:mood>Just Guess</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2005 10:08:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Name thing</title>
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blogthings.com/acro/acronymquiz.php&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which name is more me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#66CCFF&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 16 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#0000CC&quot; size=&quot;+6&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  16  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what&apos;s to come...&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;More Info...&quot;&gt; love,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;More Info...&quot;&gt; work,&lt;/a&gt; and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You&apos;ve had a taste of success and true&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;More Info...&quot;&gt; love,&lt;/a&gt; but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You&apos;ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/&quot;&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i act my age even if i dont look it</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 23:14:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well,</title>
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  <description>I guess the little ditty of a poem wasnt being taken the right way so yeah its gone lol.</description>
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  <lj:mood>bored</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2005 21:29:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hell</title>
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  <description>Dried fruit is sent from hell. My belly will testify...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2005 02:31:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blah</title>
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  <description>It seems that everyday i am waiting for something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i know there is one thing that will happen in that day to make my day complete.&lt;br /&gt;But when that even doesnt occur my day feels like a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i didnt think that way because that event never happens. Lol</description>
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  <lj:music>Barney Bitches</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2005 19:50:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mm mm hm</title>
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  <description>Me, Myself, and I.&lt;br /&gt;Too true.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2005 01:53:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>arghhh</title>
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  <description>This is the most BORING saturday of my life lol. I started by getting up at 6:30 ON A SATURDAY (yeah i know you drumline guys did too, but im trey). I worked at civic hall for 4 hours and made $40 which is really nice, all i had to do was lift this, tie that, plug this in, run cable to there. I was halping to set lights up for the show &quot;Crazy for You.&quot; So i get done at like noon which is okl but the bad thing is i have to go back at 10:30 at night to help strike. AGHHHH strike will take another 3 hours ish, i will make 40 more dollars but damn!!! This means my saturday night is cut off!! Best part being that i have done nothing but sit in my house from noon until now, and probably wont do anything fun before i go back to work. Soooooo bored.</description>
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  <lj:music>monkey see monkey do</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 03:07:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Time</title>
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  <description>Its that time of year again. After more than 8 monthes of Summerband into football into wrestling and having something to do after school every day, it has ended. And i feel so bored. I always dream of not having anything to do and then when it gets here i regret it. I need to find my purpose again. Football conditioning helps but it is only and hour or so after school. A job perhaps, or does my lazyness impaire my ability to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went into the wrestling lockeroom to get some more of my stuff out of there, i kind of just stood there alone in the lockeroom and was smacked in the face by how fast it all feels. I fucking DONE with wrestling. Wrestling just started didnt it? No it didnt...Im already done with football and summerband?! wasnt that just yesterday? No no no no !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt it feel like at the beginning of your life everything was slow and now it just feels as if every year has been building up and now im catapulting towrds some end. And im scared of what that end could be. Im really going to be done with highschool in a year?! I was a freshman just there other day, comming to a school full of people whom i didnt know. Smiling my first day because this cute curly hair girl was in almost all my classes &lt;shabam&gt;. Everything is smushed together. My brain hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of self control&lt;br /&gt;lack of thought&lt;br /&gt;lack of separation of memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID MY CHILDHOOD GO?</description>
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  <lj:music>The monkeys</lj:music>
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