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YES PLEASE!</title><content type="html">Today was supposed to be my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got called it at 11am however.  My coworker's 4 year old managed to swallow a watch battery. Hubbers was in school so I had to take both boys (no school for A. due to teacher workdays till Thursday) with me.  Yeahhh THAT was fun!  Not!  I could barely hear a customer at one point.  I was so embarrassed with the way they were acting. GRRRRR  By the time the local hospital got her son back for an XRAY the battery had traveled down to his intestines already. Now there is just the waiting to see when it passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward since I was already halfway towards the side of town I wanted to be in I went shopping.  I hit up Payless to see what kinds of silver shoes they had for the wedding.  I found the pair I had been looking at online and got them.  Since they are on a BOGO half off sale I got a second pair as well.  I figure maybe one of the other bridesmaids could use them.  I already asked if I could swap for another size if need be and they said no problem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BRIDESMAID DRESS  (Imagine light sky blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.200shop.com/images/2011112615393640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 850px;" src="http://www.200shop.com/images/2011112615393640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SHOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9C-dtksCOz0/TxZPkAaMWlI/AAAAAAAABZM/OWKIALhcc8A/s1600/shoe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9C-dtksCOz0/TxZPkAaMWlI/AAAAAAAABZM/OWKIALhcc8A/s320/shoe3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698829858487687762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there I found quite a few style of shoes on sale.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up these for $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziaB6BOJiyk/TxZQbxOvlDI/AAAAAAAABZk/MbloH-R29t8/s1600/shoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziaB6BOJiyk/TxZQbxOvlDI/AAAAAAAABZk/MbloH-R29t8/s200/shoe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698830816485807154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were marked $4.00 but they actually rang up for a penny!!!  I was stoked!!  I bought three more pairs for various people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUNUVddr89o/TxZQuDRFkII/AAAAAAAABZw/KjKqxTYBb7c/s1600/shoe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUNUVddr89o/TxZQuDRFkII/AAAAAAAABZw/KjKqxTYBb7c/s200/shoe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698831130565120130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did pop on the scale this morning for a quick weigh in.  The extra couple pounds from the Christmas stupids is almost gone!  I am in full out diet mode :)  I am sad that the reason I am there is because of mean girl.  However, today I was mean girl to myself.  Before I went into Payless I hit Target for the loo.  I was alone in the bathroom (after the employee that was still picking her face even after she watched me enter the bathroom in the mirror- EWWW that is private time there!) and ended up going into the handicap stall to look in the mirror.  That brought out inner mean girl.  I got four months to get this wiggle to be a little less wiggly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583521921429319892-1440671898191735701?l=www.theswanin.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cannot rush the tilt!  (Umm... no it wasn't the 2nd time I did that tonight)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man this afternoon FLEW by!! I was IM'ing with my sister on FB about dresses and what she wanted/liked with links of ideas.  What I liked was to expensive and the cheaper dresses were on sites that I found horrible reviews on. She found a dress that was reallly pretty but didn't come in my size so it was ix-nayed.  Well she was at her hunny's house and left to go home. Her maid of honor is his sister so she was aware of all the dresses my sister and I spoke about and the reasons why they wouldn't work (ie my size)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  In the meantime there is a group email on FB that my sister started about a week ago that hasn't been very active.  As my sister was driving home her maid of honor posted the really pretty dress that doesn't come in my size and several of the (now 6) girls were online and LOVED the dress.  Uhh you see the problem right??  So I just sat back and let them hem and haw over how much they loved it while the maid of honor was all like "There is a size issue I think though?"  Hell ya there is!  I am not tiny and your supposed to order these kinds of things two sizes larger for alterations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Yes- I thought that was very mean girl of her too but I held my finger in check.  I am a 34 year old- they are in the late teens early twenties.  Yes- I might have cried when my husband asked me how the dress shopping was coming along. :(   Thankfully my sister got home and saw the messages and said she changed her mind about the dress anyway.  It was pretty but very ornate and she realized that she is having a simple dress herself so she doesn't want the bridesmaid dresses to outshine her.  After much messaging of all the girls she found a dress she liked.  $115 (Free s/h) made some of the girls whine so she found one for $99.99 ($25.00 s/h- I don't think they realize that yet though @@)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not rushing to order anything because I think she needs to get her dress on order first. She did show me what she likes online so hopefully she will end up with that one.  Although I admit I want to bedazzle it soooo badly!!  She is going shopping with my mom tomorrow and my mommy reads my blog so no wedding dress peeking yet. :)   After I link it I think you will see what I mean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have given you a summary of my day I am off to hit the hay!  My first day back at work was just fine and went by pretty fast.  I hope tomorrow's 10 hours go even faster though.  Why?  Because I have Tue/Wed off  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to see the dresses don't ya?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a teaser of &lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/Product_Long-Jersey-Dress-with-Charmeuse-Straps-and-Waist-F13095_Bridal-Party-Bridesmaids-All-Bridesmaid-Dresses"&gt;what she didn't pick&lt;/a&gt; - it's the one that didn't come in her color that needed to be called on.  What&lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/Product_Elegant-Satin-and-Chiffon-Ball-Gown-F14050"&gt; I really, really wanted&lt;/a&gt; but due to price point it wasn't happening.   &lt;a href="http://www.rosebridesmaiddresses.com/shop/products/itemAS.asp?id=L803&amp;amp;vendorid=AS"&gt;The really pretty one my ass cannot fit into&lt;/a&gt;. I will link the others in the next day or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583521921429319892-652736721049774273?l=www.theswanin.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AWguy0FTuPz_RtB_96VzkYvfN2M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AWguy0FTuPz_RtB_96VzkYvfN2M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheSwanInme/~4/SsJ4vfgJp1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.theswanin.me/feeds/8260957524782374889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.theswanin.me/2012/01/meh.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583521921429319892/posts/default/8260957524782374889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583521921429319892/posts/default/8260957524782374889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheSwanInme/~3/SsJ4vfgJp1I/meh.html" title="Meh" /><author><name>Mrs Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15160136199959601329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjpvNmrzxCw/S0K3o9Y0moI/AAAAAAAABN8/yJSweBAaqZw/S220/043.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.theswanin.me/2012/01/meh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUERnc6fSp7ImA9WhRWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583521921429319892.post-1000696563571444817</id><published>2012-01-07T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:50:07.915-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-07T20:50:07.915-08:00</app:edited><title>Going to the chapel and...</title><content type="html">&lt;span&gt;watch my sister get maAAaaried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little sister hit two milestones in one day last week.  LOL  She turned 21 on Jan 4th AND got engaged!  YEAH!!!!   She asked me to be a bridesmaid  :)     While I am flattered I am freaking the F WORD out about it.  Why?  Because my butt will need to fit into a bridesmaids dress.  But wait, that's not all folks.  One of her bridesmaids is a freaking MODEL.  Yes, a M-O-D-E-L! GEE, Lets stuff my short white pasty self into a sleeveless (HELLO ARM FAT) dress and stand me up next to a model.  I will be the token family member.  My sister is a size ZERO.  At least she should be able to pretty much walk into a place and buy off the rack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your probably saying "Wait, WHAT!? You have plenty of time to get your ass in gear and start working on working out instead of just pretending to watch what you eat (lately at least) and get your game on!!!"  Well my friends- that just doesn't work.  Why?  Because the wedding is in ummm 132 days away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   4.5 months(ish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to get thy pasty white buttocks to David's Bridal to try stuff on.  So now I have to find someone to go with me to either Gainesville, Altamonte Springs, or Orlando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583521921429319892-1000696563571444817?l=www.theswanin.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The last three days I have not been on my game.  I will be back on plan tomorrow to continue with this loss stuff.  I hope to be the same or less that I was in Jan of this year by New Years.  That is the least that I can do since I know I am not going to lose 50 lbs in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very productive last few day with family!!  :)  I worked all day Friday which was BUSY!  Saturday (Christmas Eve) I worked until 3pm then booked it out of there after loading all the presents in the car that my coworker was kind enough to wrap for me.  Tee-hee. Then off to a local Chinese restaurant for our family tradition of dinner.  My older brother actually joined us (GASP!)  LOL  He will actually show up for this one thing but will not go to actual peoples houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. woke up at about 7:27am and he was soooooo excited that Santa came. :)  Gritty eyed as we had just finished everything and went to bed at about 2am we got up.  I went in and woke up B. in his big boy bed with a few pictures. Kids open gifts and then I was draggggging.  So I rested my eyes for a while on the couch then in bed.  LOL  I did not nap (although I wish I had HMPH)I know I did not nap because I purposely did not get to cozy. I figured if I did nap hubby would have a cow.  LOL  Then I did some fancy shmancy red and green eye makeup.  I tried to get hubby to grab a picture.  His phone isn't taking the best pictures for some reason and mine is dead.  I have a crappy picture for you at least. Hard to see the red and I have been wearing it for over 10 hours now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhQg_RoucQI/Tvf6IpLerOI/AAAAAAAABYE/0Ztby5cdZdg/s1600/xmaseye.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhQg_RoucQI/Tvf6IpLerOI/AAAAAAAABYE/0Ztby5cdZdg/s320/xmaseye.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690291680605809890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were off to visit hubby's childhood best friend's parents house.  Then to one of his aunt and uncle's house for the family meal.  Great day had by all!  Hubby and I didn't do adult gifts but the kids were well taken care of.  I do have to say this is one of the best Christmases in years.  I also got to hold the newest cousin-  A 6 week old baby GIRL!  The first girl out of all of our local family.  She was so cute but I am glad I am not the one getting up every few hours.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have pictures of the boys this morning of course but those will wait for another day as I need hubby to get them off the SD card.  I took my laptop apart to clean fan out a few months ago and I could not get the SD card reader back in so I don't have one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a picture of the gift that we made my parents and inlaws though.  My mom got hers last weekend but I had to finish this one for today.  I snapped a picture on my cell last night to put on facebook.  I love the way it turned out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CWtdJZl4Yg/Tvf8ijVGLGI/AAAAAAAABYQ/8ZUi45iJQqM/s1600/2011-12-24_23-10-02_712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3CWtdJZl4Yg/Tvf8ijVGLGI/AAAAAAAABYQ/8ZUi45iJQqM/s400/2011-12-24_23-10-02_712.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690294324735388770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW I am really off to bed!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583521921429319892-155397781547595681?l=www.theswanin.me' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(ok well home)</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is Sunday night and I can finally relax and tell you about my weekend. :)  Busy weekend full of family and fun which is always fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we drove down to the Tampa area to visit with my mom.  We had a nice day of spending time and (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; eating pizza :X) talking. Oh yes- I cannot forget the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ballon&lt;/span&gt; play!  My family is easily entertained by just keeping a blown up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ballon&lt;/span&gt; from hitting the floor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  At some points we had 2-3 up at the same time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hubbers&lt;/span&gt; was like an octopus all over the LR rug keeping them from hitting.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sister had to go to a wedding while we were there so she was gone for a few hours.  Then she ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me asking if we wanted to go out for dinner.  We were all going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; meet up (entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;) but then my mom and step dad decided they would watch the kids so we could go have an adult meal.  Needless to say we were off with dust and smoke like the road runner!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Nice adult dinner with my sister (20) and her boyfriend (21) at Ruby Tuesday.  We each had coupons for $15 off so that made the dinner extra yummy.  Then back to my mom's to go grab the kiddos and prep for the long drive home.  Two out of the 3 boys in the car passed out.  A ended up staying awake and watched the rest of Elf.  Once we got off the interstate we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; for an ice cream cone.  Family memories I say.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister (S) and her boyfriend (J) play a game called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Minecraft&lt;/span&gt;.  They tried to give us a quick tour last night but we didn't get any play time in.  The game looks interesting and anything that will help me bond with my sister (14 yr age difference) I am all over.  I bought it last night and have been trying to fiddle with it.  I need to touch bases with them on it because it is starting to tick me off a little.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; is not top of the line but only being a year old with decent stats I don't think I should be having the lag (for lack of a better word) that I am.  I can play World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt; just fine on here so I find it hard to believe that this cannot handle the simple blocks of that game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went to his parents and enjoyed family time with his aunt who drove in from LA. (who I just found reads my blog which is pretty darn cool- I had no idea!!  The one I mentioned reading that I was not posting gift ideas because of is my mom)   Also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hubbers&lt;/span&gt; brother and his children were there (one we picked up) whom we see maybe once a year.  Family dinner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt; cooking sausage which is not my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; so I had a burger sans bun.  Then two desserts :X  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  As long as I can get right back on plan then I am totally not worried about this one day of sugar (oh and um the cone from last night) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I will go off plan again on Christmas day but then back on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;horsie&lt;/span&gt;.  I am not going to deny myself -but I do plan on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt; my intake.  I really could have done without the cheesecake slice tonight but I know it was expensive so I wasn't exactly going to throw it away after a bite.  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