tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365571532011-04-21T14:11:57.941-05:00Read of a former trailer park kid as she talks about parenting, working her ass off, random crap, and everything in between.Sarah Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00579940730879956497noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36557153.post-72078469123051062162006-12-31T12:15:00.000-05:002006-12-31T12:16:35.620-05:00

I know it's been oh-so-quiet around here. I haven't stopped thinking, and I haven't stopped writing. I'm just feeling a little shy and awkward with my words right now. So many things are going on, and I will update soon. I promise.

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The photo is overdeveloped, but it was free, and Molly's first time with Santa is priceless.

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I am so stressed. So so very stressed. It's not because of Christmas or anything like that, but because two little bugs have crawled up my kid's butts causing them to act anything but the two little loveys I know they can be (and ARE, I suppose). I don't think I've had as much as ten minutes peace and quiet in the past week.But, I just wanted to wish everyone (who happens to read this anyways), a

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I am feeling rather pathetic right now. I had some sort of epiphany this morning while drinking my coffee--it was cold, and it was cold because I haven't had time to drink one cup of coffee straight through during the morning because of my kids. Realizing this, I poured out my cold coffee, poured a fresh hot cup, and went to the only place where a girl can get a few minutes alone to drink it.Yes,

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Well, you should know that with a last name like,"Reed," I have gotta like books. Especially half-priced used paperbacks from the Hill Road's Jellybeans. Here I am trying to recapture some youth looking for a copy of,"Blubber," by Judy Blume, to read during my week off from the Writing Center.I didn't find the copy I wanted--the one with the old style cover, a sketch of the "Blubber Girl." I

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I've been wanting to do this project over at Flickr, but have been so hesitant because I am so not a photographer, and I so don't have the time to be artsy-fartsy, but after thinking a while about it, I realized that the whole point of the "take one photo of yourself for one year" thing is about documenting ME and MY life, and in my life, I'm not a photographer--I'm a wife, and a mother, a

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Pink is such a lovely color except when it squirts in your eye.

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Yesterday we took Molly and Logan to see Santa at VGs, our favorite local grocery store, which made much more sense than going to the mall to see the old crusty guy.It was nice getting the Santa-thing out of the way while shopping for groceries (something we do every week, sometimes twice) rather than lugging two small children though the mall amongst crazy shoppers (something we never do),

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Overheard as Daddy puts Molly to bed:I don't want to go to bed. It's stupid.Me (Yelling):Whatever. It is, like, so not.

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I think you have to be a mom to appreciate this one.MOLLY: Him puke over his cow.ME (Not wanting to get up): Are you sure? Is it white or clear.MOLLY: It's white.ME (Sighing): I'm coming.

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Chris had his surgery yesterday, and everything went a-okay.Chris is okay. He is one-handedly typing a letter to his mother.The kids are okay. Molly is playing in her room listening to her Christmas CD. Logan is slumbering peacefully with his darling little bottom up in the air.As for me, I'm okay. I'm brewing a pot of coffee and I'm about to get some work done. Life is good, and there is not

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Look at that little sneaky guy.... Damage done by Logan. Molly's turn to poke at the frosting.

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Months ago, my hubby had a horrible shop accident--he smashed his thumb in a press. The best way to describe the way his thumbed looked is to imagine a sausage nuked in the microwave so long that it splits in several places. Now take that image and imagine rolling over the sausage with a rolling pin until it is smashed flat.Except it wasn't a sausage.That was my husband's thumb.It was a mess of

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This morning I came across a link, where kids can send an e-mail to Santa. Yes, an e-mail (I guess even Santa has to keep up with the times), and he will "write" back with a very kindly computer generated e-mail addressed to your kids. Jolly good fun!Well, here is Molly's letter she had me write. She wants toys, but I guess getting a wrapped box of Nerds last night from Daddy and some pop-ups (

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Your Five FactorPersonality ProfileExtroversion:You have medium extroversion. You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences. But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."Conscientiousness:You have medium conscientiousness. You're generally good at balancing work and play. When you need to buckle

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"Mama, look!""What?" Lazily. Looking up from my laptop. Intrigued."What AREyou doing, Molly?""Makin' a circle...!""A circle?""Yeah, seeeeeeeeeeee?" Motions to the TV whilestill contortingher fingers."Oh! A circle. How very cool.""Thanks, Mama!" She is so totally cool even though her circle does look more like a square. Maybe she knows something I don't.

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Woo! I finished NaBloPoMo!

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the sky hangs low weeping on the world below.

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My lovely Internet friend, Dep, who I met on Flickr (her photos are AMAZING by the way--do look), is feeling a bit blue because of her looks and body and all that mommy jazz, and this is my response to her response to herself.I thought I'd share because it's been my mantra of sorts every time I stand naked in front of the mirror nitpicking every part of my new mommy-body:oh dep. I so know what

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And thus concludes NaNoWriMo, and I have reached a whopping 32 some thousand words. And I am POOPED! But I reached my goal, and now I'm gunna celebrate with a nice glass bottle of wine.

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For those of you who have not seen Stephen King's, "The Shining," this clip from YouTube should clear things up about my current mindset about this whole NaNoWriMo fiasco.

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Christmas shopping (here at B&N--I'm sitting here now) is so difficult because there are a million-and-one things I'd love to get everyone on my list, but I can't, and well, quite frankly it sucks.And so, I just got what I could, and now it's time to get some coffee and get writing because I'm at the NaNoWriMo write-in, and well, that's the point of being here--not shopping & not typing this.

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NaNoWriMo = REDRUM -------*For an explanation of this post, do see this one.

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Here it is, Day 26 of my NaNo adventure, and I've reached panic mode. Luckily, our lovely co-ML, Cyli, gave all of us NaNoWriMo'ers a Novel Emergency Bag to use upon reaching this point with the following instructions inscribed:1. OPEN BAG2. PLACE OVER MOUTH3. TAKE SIX DEEP BREATHSShe forgot one very vital step; however, which I've taken the liberty of adding:4. EAT CHOCOLATE

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I want to know how does a kid manage to spit up* on every piece of my clothing--pajama pants (behind the knee), long sleeve tee under a short sleeve one (on one arm and down the front), AND on BOTH socks? I have no clue.-----------*PS I should add that Logan is OK! He is just a wee bit lactose intolerant and spit-up is common for him; I just don't understand how he manages to get it all over

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So days 23 and 24 of NaNoWriMo have passed and here I am on day 25 when I've given up my word counter. I am going to stop checking how many words I have, and just type and type and pour and type some more (so my word count updater will stay quite stagnant for those of you who are curious about where I am). I know I've been rather silent about my novel/memoir, but that's because a lot of it--quite

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Yup, yup, our Christmas tree is already up. From the young age of 12 until when I moved out of my parent's home into my own, all holidays, with the exception of awkward Thanksgiving and strained birthday parties, were banned. And so as soon as the Thanksgiving clock turns to Black Friday, I skip out of the madness and spend the day putting up my tree.I bought this one online nearly two months

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When a face like this looks up at your in 3 o'clock in the morning, sleep just doesn't seem to matter all that much. Oh, Logan, Mommy loves you sooo sooo soo much!

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When I set out this month to do NaNoWriMo, my only goal was to reach 30,000 words. That, and to recapture some of my so forgotten memories. While I am still quite a ways away from reaching 30,000 words, I did accomplish my second task of recapturing memories. When Chris and I went to John K. King Books a while back, a lone tattered copy of one of the Wizard of OZ books made me weep right there

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Tonight is the write-in here in lovely Davison, Michigan. I may have to be rude tonight and pop on my headphones and drown out all the fun conversations humming around my head. It's the one [of many] curse[s] of being behind and ADD--I get terribly distracted by everything anything that goes around me (which is why working from home suits me better than a 'real' office because I have a feeling at

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ME: Molly, wanna go to VGs later?MOLLY: Nope.ME: We can get you a treat...MOLLY: Okay!!ME: Whatcha want?MOLLY (Putting pointer finger to chin): Hmmmm. Hmmmm. How 'bout princess fruit snacks.ME: Okay...MOLLY: I share them.ME (Smiling because she is figuring out how to share): Oh? You'll share them with Momma and Daddy?MOLLY: Nope.ME (Puzzled): Well, who are you going to share them with?MOLLY: Me

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I really don't want to talk about it. I really wish I never started this, but damnit, I'm gunna finish it, and that's all I gotta say about it.

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You know you're a mommy writer when you've got a baby in one arm and a laptop power cord wrapped around the other. And not to mention the mop of messy mom hair.

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This is from an ancient blog I wrote in 2001-2002 titled, "i am bored. oh well. thus is life":undomesticated god i am so undomesticated. so there i was making pancakes for breakfast. and them im like doing the dishes and filling up the dish pan with water and i reach for the bottle of dishsoap - without looking - and squeeze some in the water - i, of course am staring into space unawares. so i

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I have so much of THIS in my bloodstream from tonight's NaNoWriMo write-in / [more photos here, too] that I have to sit here and sip a glass of wine to calm my poor heart down.

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Yesterday was insanely unproductive on the NaNo front, but today I've promised myself to do better.** I posted a SOS to my fellow Flinttown (Flintown?) NaNo'ers and they had a bundle of advice* for me:Remove all novel files from flash drive and put onto computer. Leave work on flash drive and remove all work from computer and put the work from the computer on flash drive. Put flash drive and all

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Molly went to sleep without a Pull-Up on and did not pee the bed. And Logan went to bed at 4:30 pm, woke up at 11:30, went straight back to bed and woke up at 6:45 am. What the f*ck is going on? Did I wake up in some kind of Bizarro world?

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Send in the envelope with the bill, but forget the check, wait for the company to call to say there was no check and then say, "Whoops! I'll get it in the mail today!" just to stall a few days while waiting for the paycheck in the mail.Knowing that payday is still three days away, write a "bad" check for $30 over, deposit $20 dollars to cover the "bad" check written two days ago that is clearing

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Sigh. I just don't have the mental power to stay in this race to hit 50,000 words. When I went into this, I only wanted 30,000 words knowing full well that I'm over-extended with responsibilities, but I'm having a hard time just reaching the 15,000 mark. I want to finish what I started, but my brain is so muddled that I feel like I JUST CAN'T DO THIS!I hate making excuses--I really, really,

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Chris and I were talking about how incredibly boring Thanksgiving happens to be--no Santa popping down our non-existent chimney, no Easter Bunny leaving eggs around the apartment that we have a hard time finding and usually there is at least one found 3 months later when it's stinking to high heaven (or low hell, whichever you prefer) behind the sofa. And there are no Ghosts or Goblins taking

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You know you've moved up in the world when you stop writing in 10-cent spiral notebooks while swigging on a 2-for-$5 bottles of Boone's Farm listening to bootlegged cassette tapes and start typing on a $550 notebook computer while sipping on a glass of $7.99 [yellow tail] wine listening to your CD collection.

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fall is like having a thousand thoughtsblowing through my head likebrightly colored leaves...through a clear periwinkle sky --crisp andclean.but on other days, it seems,like my thoughtsjust sit inbrown piles growing damp and musty waiting to be bagged up and tossed out.-Sarah Szumanski */ October 16, 2002 ------------* I wrote this before I was Mrs. Reed

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Okay, so I bought this gum, JOLT! Caffeine Energy Gum, thinking, yeah, right, this sh*t is gunna wake my poor a*s up.I threw it at the bottom of my purse, got home, it's 9 o'clock, and I'm D.R.A.G.G.I.N.G. I remember I have this stuff. Popped in a piece, and HOLLY SH*TF*CK BATMAN! It's kicked in and I am, like, typing nearly 65 wpm. Weird. Go get some, totally.

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A BIG thank you to InkyGirl for this laugh! I hear ya, sista! Well, day 11 wasn't all that productive, but two Prozacs later, I feel more ready to delve into my writing today on day 12. To be perfectly honest (hell, why not be honest, I don't think too many people are reading this), but I hit a rough spot yesterday when a dam broke open and my mind got flooded with hellish memories. When writing

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I feel so overwhelmed and so stupid today, and I am so tired I could cry. And earlier today, I did. Not just once but at least twice. It may even had been three times because I vaguely remember looking in the mirror noticing the owl eyes and black rivers down my checks and cleaning them away at least twice.It's hard to explain what's wrong with me, but some days I just CAN'T FUNCTION, and today

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So, Chris took off Logan's socks this morning so his feet could air out--for such tiny little baby feet, they really did stink. Me, being the lazy mom that I am, just left them off all day because I didn't feel like hunting through two laundry baskets and the [dirty] clothes hamper looking for two tiny itty-bitty socks that matched. This early afternoon I put him down for a nap (still without

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A thank you to InkyGirl via NanNo.

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Today I went to the NaNoWriMo write-in here in town, and I must admit I didn't get a whole lot of writing in (just about 250 words), but I did get in a lot of conversation. It's refreshing meeting people who you can carry on an intelligent conversation with without it feeling strange. There are more things I could say, but quite frankly my caffeine buzz is wearing off and my brain is feeling

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I love the way I feel when I'm writing--really writing--like a piece of my soul is dipped in ink and splattered across the page.

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I am ashamed to admit this, but yesterday was the first time I ever voted, but it was the first time I actually felt strong enough to vote for something that directly affected me and my family. Even though, in the past, I, like South Park's Stan, don't want to vote between a turd sandwich and a giant douche, but I've learned, in the words of Peta's Guru:You have to get used to the fact that

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I HAVE A DAY OFF FROM WORK TODAY!! WOOOOO!! My goal is a total word count of 10,000. Wish me luck.

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It's been an agonizing two days--type two sentences, get distracted, check work inbox, OH MY GOD! I HAVE SIX PAPERS TO ADVISE, try to put it out of my mind, type two more sentences, close out, advise.There are things to love about my job and things to hate about my job. I love the fact that I can make decent money helping other writers write, but I hate my job because it doesn't leave ME much

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I managed to get Logan down for a nap at 11:30, and Molly was so engaged with writing her name across a stack of scrap paper with a green dry erase marker that I snuck off to take a quick shower, because, quite frankly, I stunk.I quickly showered, threw on a clean Old Navy tank with a pair of lounge pants and plopped back down in front of my laptop.Molly wandered over and closely examined the

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“If one or two people tell you that you're an ass, you can ignore them. But if three or four people tell you you're an ass, you might think about putting on a saddle.” - Yiddish saying

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The problem with writing is reading your thoughts after actually getting seven hours of sleep and drinking a large cup of coffee because you are awake enough to wonder who wrote that? Why did she share it? An what on earth was she thinking? Because you sure as hell have no clue.

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....and she's off! Logan is sleeping. Hubby is sleeping. Molly isn't sleeping, but the Disney morning line-up will hold her attention for at least an hour, and so here I go trying to make up for lost words. (Well, the words aren't really lost, I just need to capture them onto the paper [screen?] before they try and fly away.)***NEWSFLASH***In spite of the fact that Sarah has been caring for two

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Not one single word today. I am sad.

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Why is it when you finally get one kid to sleep and you sneak off to take a shower in peace that the other one, the one who was napping soundly--snoring even--instinctively gets up, and then when that one is finally napping again, the first one decides to get up two minutes after?And then the next thing you know it's 3:47 in the afternoon when the hubby finally gets back from the Doctor's and he

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Day two is coming to a close. My word count is at nearly 3000 words. By the time you read this, it may very well be up and over that because I plan on writing until Midnight, and then slamming the rest of my Coors Light tall can, and heading off to bed. Chris is going to take the first feeding of the night so I should be able to rest well. This is the most mind-draining/mind-exhilarating journey

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With a last name like "Reed," the hubby and I feel quite quite at home inside Michigan's biggest bookstore, John K. King Used & Rare Books, in Detroit. Yesterday we took a day trip to Detroit to scour its four floors. The massive brick building, which must have been built in the 1920s, was converted from a plant of some sort. The original fixtures are still intact with "NO SMOKING IN THE PLANT"

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Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo, and I am at a lost for words when it comes to how much I have missed writing. Call me a sap, but I have nearly been to tears the last hour while writing. There are so many suppressed and pent-up feelings inside of me--so many things I want to say, and I am finally at the point in my life where I feel healed and oh-so-ready to say what I want to say. For those

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Happy Halloween!

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Today was such a good day for me. I'm not feeling very eloquent right now, but all I gotta say is that with each passing day I'm falling more and more in love with my kids, and for someone who has struggled through nearly two years of postpartum depression, it feels like the sun is coming out after a storm. To see what I've been up to, take a peek at my Flickr Stream, but in the meantime, just

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I'm finally done, after nearly 3.5 hours, with my last request of the day--for those of you who are reading this, and who do not know me personally, I am an online writing advisor for the University of Maryland's Effective Writing Center (EWC), which means, in a very basic way, I am a student (barely a Sophomore) who advises other students on their writing (and it never ceases to amaze me how I

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Not-so-spooky pumpkin for Logan drawn by the lovely Molly & carved by me.

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Okay, so it's like nearly 2 a.m., and I'm googling (googeling?) like mad trying to figure out who won the Tiger's game (I went to bed. I was too tired to stay up)--now, in the past, I wasn't one to get into sports of any kind, as a (pseudo) feminist of sorts, I sports are kind of lame--men looking like apes in ill-fitting tight pants swinging bats like clubs through the air to hit rock-like balls

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It's amazing how much more human I feel after drinking a Corona and a shot of tequila at my favorite bar with the hubby. I felt so much more human that I nearly forgot I had children, but when the conversation with the cute [female] bartender somehow turned to potty training--dookie, poop, pee-pee, wieners, and the like--I remembered who I am, a mother, and I was happy for it.

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It's terribly odd to be up at 7:00 a.m., and to be the only one up--the grumbly husband (of nearly four years now--who is also a writer, comic books artist, currently not working) is sleeping, darling Logan (my four-month-old--who is still up all hours of the night and loves sweet potatoes), is sleeping, and my little ghostly daughter, Molly (my three-year-old--who loves to slip out of her room

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Just a few days left until I begin....November 1st marks the first day of Nanowrimo--something I learned about my first semester of school as a journalism minor--when insane people from around the globe attempt to write 50,000 words in one month (yes, there are no typos in that phrase--fifty-thousand words in thirty days); and it also marks the day I embark on writing my first novel/memoir called

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