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1. An old blogger went writing on, even though his day was through,
He had blogged for four long years with nothing else to do
He though about retiring then he got his ownself banned
Now here just lies the spirit, of the blog writer Bardicman
Ghost Writer in Disguise.
2. His brain was still on fire though his hair was turning gray.
His writing showed no talent but still he did it anyway.
He was happy on the Roof Top then his world came tumbling down.
He was no longer on the front page and no profile to be found
Ghost Writer in Disguise
3. Other writers loped on by him, and others went their own way
He even retired a few times but the blogging call in him was great
Then he broke the TOU, found his whole damn blog shit canned
Now you know the whole sad tale, and why I ghost write for Bardicman
YIPEE YI YO YIPEE YI YA
Ghost Writer in Disguise
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Can't seem to stay away forever.
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Posted:Dec 10, 2010 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2011 12:02 pm
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Been hanging out at the FB place since I departed from here. I met a few too many fakers, Well I met 5 or 6 and the last one really just made me lose respect for the people that run this place so I just drifted away.
Alas on the FB place I can't blog anything. I can't say "Fuck I am horny will someone please come fuck me." and I really cannot say "Yo, Babe and I are really looking for singles or couples to join in the erotic fun".
So I kinda wandered back over here to check on a few friends I had here that do not FB. Things have changed a but in the last couple years but then again. It all really just looks the same.
You sort through 1000's of fakers, spammers, users, abusers, bots, not-twats and mangina's and you can find a couple real people that will touch your life for the better, maybe not in a sexual way but in a more friendship type meaningful way.
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Posted:Dec 7, 2010 7:11 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2010 3:26 pm
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Who just freaked out because I turned yellow on your watched list?
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Dealing with a Virus
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Posted:Apr 6, 2009 10:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2010 12:07 pm
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Somehow, My computer was attacked by some kind of virus.
Almost all of my files would not execute because they were not compatable with my version of windows or because certain windows componants were missing. I could not get online because my netzero said that my windows did not have RAS installed????
I finally had to reformat my hard drive and reinstall windows.
Something is still flaky but it is getting better.
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Please Visit Me Bots and Fakes
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Posted:Mar 31, 2009 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2010 8:25 pm
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I am jealous. I freely admit that I am an attention and now that I will have a little more time on my hands I will get to play in the blogs a little more and that helps me feed my attention desires.
So why am I jealous. I have been dilligently trying to get caught up on my watched list and in doing so I have noticed something. A lot of people I watch get visits from bots and newbies and fakes trying to raise their points by commenting. They do not visit my blog. Where are my warm thoughtful comments like;
"Nise, can we be friends"
"Thats cool"
"hihi"
It makes me want to cry. So many unique comments that pass by my blog and never give me a "hihi".
Also, another thing that is causing me palpitations are the people viewing me and flirting with me. I have over 100 views in the short time I have had this profile and approximately 50 of those have already turned their profile off.
*pouts*
The emails are deleted by Affairlook before I get a chance to read them.
*more pouts*
Does Affairlook not understand that I am sitting here craving attention even if it is from mere bots and fakes promoting their offsite nude pictures at a rate of 29.95 per month? 29.95 seems like a lot but if I join now I also get access to over 100 more sites and a complimentary 4 slice toaster.
Holy shit. A four slice toaster would allow me to toast twice as much bread in half the time. I could fix BLT's for supper three days a week at that awesome rate of toasting power. Breakfast could be done in half the time. I would have more time for commenting...
I am concerned that the heat from a four slice toaster might accelerate Global Warming and people like oldman1774 might well indeed freeze to death faster so maybe Affairlook knows what they are doing by deleting my emails from people who really would love me if they ever got to know my credit card. Maybe Affairlook is merely protecting the enviroment by not allowing me to view the people that would send me, free of charge, a four slice toaster for paying to look at their metalic bot like pussy.
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Miss Lucy had an Steamboat
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Posted:Mar 30, 2009 5:00 pm
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2010 7:41 pm
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Remember that great song from your childhood.
Miss Lucy had an Steamboat
The Steamboat had a bell
Miss Lucy went to heaven
The steamboat went to ......
Now that you have the tune firmly in your head (probably for hours now HAHAHAHA) sing this little ditty...
I bit her on the nipple
She slapped me on the head
I gave her ear a tug
she kicked me in the spread
Then she grabbed my pecker
And gave a mighty tug
I think she meant to jerk it off
and slide it under a rug
I grabbed her by her muff
and with a little yank
I spun her ass around
And offered it a spank
She nuzzled on my neck
my ear her tongue did probe
and when I began to wiggle
she bit off my earlobe
I shoved in a huge butt plug
she gave a little grunt
she threw me on the floor
and made me eat her cunt
she was bouncing on my face
like it was a see-saw
I think she broke my nose
and dislocated my jaw
We were yelling and a screaming
The neighbors called a cop
that fucker came, kicked down the door
and made our asses stop.
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No More 80+ hours a week.
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Posted:Mar 25, 2009 11:25 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2010 7:52 pm
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Just four more days of running all over the country getting caught up on the work I was contractually obligated to do for March and then I enter my new semi-retired from the cleaning business state.
I have been doing CVS Drugstores and Books-A-Millions now for just over 2 years. Since I started my commercial cleaning business I added Rue 21's, Victoria Secrets, Foot Lockers, Radio Shacks, Payless Shoes, and a few others.
Effective April 1st I am dropping everything but my CVS Drugstores and my Books-A-Millions.
Since I was forced to quit smoking because the cost is just to damn high now I really do not need to try to make so much extra money  . (Ok so the heart attack may have something to do with that decision too....)
Next week I will have time to sit back and interact with all my blogger friends and maybe even make a few more.
A special thanks to Babe because she is going to work for StarTek allowing me realize my dream of working 54 hours or less a week.
(The picture is one I took of the Sarasota FL Skyline)
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Busy Busy Busy !!!
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Posted:Mar 23, 2009 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2009 4:13 am
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I am too busy right now.
After having to take the first two weeks of the month off I am now having to catch up on all my work. I have very little time to blog or even breath at the moment.
The good news is. Babe is going to work tomorrow for Startek (AT&T - T-Mobile customer service) so I am cutting back on my commercial cleaning business effective April 1st.
It took me almost dying to figure out that working 80+ hours a week was a crazy to live. I wanna go fishing damnit. I wanna blog some too. I wanna have more fun than the possibility of money in the bank brings me. So before the guy in the picture comes for me I am going to live life a little saner.
I promise to get caught up on everyone's blog ASAP.
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Edgar Alan Poe Joe
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Posted:Mar 20, 2009 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2009 6:02 pm
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Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten Playboy,
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping,
rapping at my trailer door.
"'Tis some crack ," I muttered, "tapping at my trailer door
probably white trash, nothing more."
My t-shirt was slightly tattered,
when out on the lawn arose such a clatter
Since my dream was already shattered,
I sprang from my lazy boy to see what was the matter.
The moon was a breast on the new fallen snow,
The stars all had tits with nipples aglow
The neighborhood stood before, the bitches name? It was Lenore
Quote my penis, "Ack a ".
I, thought I had read her obituary
it was in the bleak February,
Too much crack and to much speed,
I thought, I thought she had OD-ed
But there she was rapping on my door
Licking her lips and hoping to score
Quote my penis, "Hmmmm a ."
Presently my cock grew stronger;
twitching twice then growing longer,
"Sir," said she , "your cock I adore,
truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I am crashing,
and so gently, gently I came rapping,
With my teeth and all the gnashing
gently tapping at your trailer door
I need 5 bucks and nothing more
Quote my penis, "Mmmm a ."
Self control is all but mute,
When face to face with a pro.stitute,
Its too hard to be discerning,
when deep inside there is such a yearning.
Cries of no, stop, I was calling,
Yet to her knees, she kept on falling
My desire boiled to the core
for this pro that was named Lenore
Quote my penis, "Yes, a ."
Quite quickly she found the place I am hung
I felt the warmth of a feminine tongue
A hand cups my balls the other grabs shaft
All this for 5 bucks? I started to laugh
my cock in her mouth, Oh my, how she blew it.
Then I spun her around and started to screw it.
On the couch, in my chair, and even the floor
we fucked and she sucked and then we fucked some more
This lovely fair maiden, Oh beautiful Lenore
All through the night and the morning some more
Quote my penis, "I am sore."
Several weeks later, I think it was three
I notice a pain and discharge when I pee
Oh what has that trite bitch given to me
the clap? the drip? some type of VD?
In a feverish fit, I knew I was illin'
To the doctor I went for some penicillin
cock and balls all aflame and piss of hell's fire
a thousand dollar cure for 5 bucks worth of desire
When later that night, a rapping on the trailer door
Quote my penis, "Never ."
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Monday, Monday, Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
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Posted:Mar 16, 2009 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2009 6:45 am
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Household chores really get me down,
I do them every Monday.
wash the windows, scrub the toilet,
do the dirty laundry.
Oh the laundry sucks it makes me mad
Its stupid anyway.
When I finally win the lottery
Its new clothes everyday.
I buy the bounce, I buy the tide,
And a bottle of clorox.
And still my little tighty whities
stay the color of Redd Fox.
Lots of hot water and a cup of bleach
So says the instruction type.
I wash and scrub and soak and rub
but still a racing stripe.
So I put in a call to the Hall of Justice,
and talked to the Caped Crusader.
He suggested that when I crap,
I use some toilet paper.
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I Love Her More Everyday
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Posted:Mar 15, 2009 7:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2009 11:10 pm
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The birth of my was a moment that will never be forgotten. I had no plans to be in the room with my wife while she gave birth. I feared I was just a little too squeamish to handle it and she wanted her mom in there with her so being the great man I am I consented to let the Mother-in-law take my place.
Things took a little bit of a turn for the worse though when the nurse announced she was dilated to 7. I went in the room to give her a hug and let her know I was right outside the door pacing if she needed me. As soon as I stepped in the door the nurse in there told me to leave. I told her I was just there to give my wife a hug and I was gone. She handed me a set of scrubs and told me to put them on fast then and get it done.
"She is crowning."
At the time I did not know what that meant so I slipped the scrubs on and as soon as I stepped inside the curtain there was my wife.
Feet in the air.
Sweat on her head.
Eyes bulging out.
A panicked looking doctor sitting between her legs on a stool.
I averted my gaze and went straight for her head and bent down to give her a kiss and a hug when all at once the doctor says...
"I see the head."
WTF?? I am not supposed to be in here now. He tells my wife to push and the nurse says...
"Mr. Bardi please quit choking your wife"
I looked down and my hug around her neck had turned into more of a head lock of epic proportions. She was trying to lean forward and push and I had her pinned for the three count. I stand up and take her hand and I glance at her and for the first time I actually saw her for the demon she really turned out to be. Eyes rolled in the back of her head. Some kind of strange guttural noises coming from the back of her throat. Teeth gnashing, nostrils flaring... I thought, DAMN !!!! I can't believe I actually fucked that. I think we need an exorcism here....
I quickly averted my gaze and noticed the wall sconce lamp. It had dust on the top. I was not amused that my was being brought into the world in a hospital that could not dust the freaking wall sconces. The doctor says..
"Ok one more big pu......."
He hadn't even gotten the word push out of his mouth when I head a very wet plop hit the floor. As soon as I heard it my knees buckled, I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. The room was swimming and I knew I was fixing to pass out. I grabbed at the dusty wall sconce and somehow managed to not lose consciousness. Barely. I remember the nurse saying my name like she was a million miles away and slowly the voice got closer and closer until I was back among the living.
She then handed me my and she was the color of a dark red kidney bean. No one told me this part about a baby born a month early. All I know is she was bald, dark reddish brown, and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
The wet splat on the floor I heard that almost made me pass smooth the fuck out? Later that night the nurse told me the story. The doctor was panicked because my was coming to fast and he was not prepared for such a fast delivery. When she popped out he had her but right behind her was all the gory nasty stuff it takes to make a baby. The placenta.. After birth.. what ever you want to call it. The doctor was passing my off to the nurse when this huge mass of *shudder* come flying out at him. He tried to grab it but is slipped through his fingers and splatted on the floor. The nurse said it slid across the floor and stopped right against my shoe. She also said that she was praying to God, and all the Saints, and everything holy that I did not look down. They all knew I was one split second away from fainting and if I would have seen what was at my feet I would have been a goner.
But my was born that day. My perfect, beautiful, sweet, soft hearted, little piece of me took her first breath that day and made me the happiest man in the world. I actually relived her birth in my head while we were in Florida. Its the first time she has been an watching her play in the Gulf and seeing her all smiles for 4 days did my heart good. I have several that look to me as a daddy but she is my only biological . If I never do anything else right again, I did do that right.
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After Reading Erotica Here All Morning..........
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Posted:Mar 14, 2009 8:39 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2010 10:46 pm
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I was hiding around the corner watching as she closed up shop for the night. There was a slight chill in the air but the night was clear and the stars shone bright. A perfect night for the little encounter I had in mind. A little spice for the woman that moved the moon and the sun in my world. Just a little pay back for her, my way of saying thank you for being the perfect lover, the absolute beauty, and the wonderful conversationalist.
I eased from my hiding spot as she turned to walk down the street. I knew she was tired because this had been a long day for her with her having to work well into the night to get caught up. I watched the sway in her sexy ass as she made her way down the street. Keeping to the shadows I followed, watching, wanting, needing.
She turned the corner and I made my move, I darted behind her and grabbed her around the waist and covered her mouth and pulled her into the alley. Taken by surprise she didn't have time to react before my mouth found her ear.
"I got tired of waiting for you at home baby. You are my desire and my desire demands to be attended."
I slid my hand up her belly and started unbuttoning her shirt. She gasped through my fingers as the chilled air bit at her hot flesh. My lips on her neck as my kisses covered her neck and her bared shoulders.
I spun her around and pushed her to the wall, I pushed her bra up and her breasts fell free into the crisp night air. I pinned her shoulders to the wall, moistened my lips and tongue and lowered my head. Her nipples were hard and chilled and she gasped when the warmth of my tongue brushed against them. Holding her back against the wall my mouth engulfed her breast as my tongue rapidly circled and flicked at her nipple. Her chest heaved with desire and the fear of being seen and that was driving my desire even higher. I released one shoulder and my hand slid to the area my mouth has just vacated. Her other chilled nipple was now finding warmth and pleasure in my mouth as her other nipple was being fondled and pinched.
My hand slid from her breast and down the softness of her belly to the waist of her jeans. I undid her jeans and slid my hand down. Over the smoothness of her sexy mound, I cupped my hand and slid it between her legs and into the waiting wetness. Her hands found my head and she pushed downward. Slowly I obliged, My lips and my tongue leaving a burning trail of heat down her stomach. Once again she gasped at the contrasts in the temperature of my mouth and the cool air. I free my hands from their previous tasks and and slide her jeans down. My mouth kisses and licks at her hipbones, one side and then sliding to the other side. Leaving that trail of warm moisture on her luscious skin that the night air quickly chills.
I inhale her scent, her desire, her need. I am so hungry for her. I pull one of her legs around and up over my shoulder, I see the wetness of her need trailing down her inner thigh. I kiss her thigh and scoop up her juices with my tongue as I slide up to her waiting heated wetness. As my tongue parts her lips it is my turn to gasp. The sweet flavor of her never fails to drive my passion to heights I have never known before. Each time I have her in my mouth it is so intense. I love her, I want her, more than that I respect her for all she is and all she does. I want her to always feel the same about me. She is my soul mate and right now she is my taste of heaven. Her hands in my hair pull my face firmly into her. my tongue explores the smoothness of her outer lips and then slides deeper, hungrily plunging into the hot wetness. The taste, the aroma, I am lost in her until footsteps sound on the pavement.
We both freeze for just an instant as we listen to some stranger passing within feet of our shadowy hideout. Slowly the sounds of walking fade into the distance. The only sounds now are the nocturnal sounds of the city, me breathing, and her soft moans.
Her hands pull me more firmly into her, my hands on her ass pulls her to me. My tongue circles her clit, my mouth firmly in place sucks her juices from her. I feel her leg start to quiver on my shoulder has her first orgasm explodes from her. I drink the heavenly nectar from her as she removes her thigh from my shoulder and pulls me up to her waiting mouth.
Kissing me hungrily, she undoes my jeans and lets them slide to the ground. She takes my hard cock in her hand and and guides me in to her hot, wet, tightness. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls her legs up and wraps them around my waist. The weight of her slides her down the entire length of my cock. I gasp at the feeling of such a sudden and total insertion into her. Her clit is nestled in the tuft of hair at the base of my cock as we begin grinding together. Hungry mouths and tongues together as I grab her ass with both hands and lean into the wall and start to fuck her. Animalistic in form, passionate in nature, I pound into her thrusting long and deep. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back and her teeth find my neck. Thrust after thrust, our bodies slamming together, brings us closer to climax. Her mouth sucking on my neck while her teeth bite into me drives me into a frenzy. Suddenly we two are one, one entity seeking nothing but certain release. It comes, together we come as one. Our screams pierce the night as I explode deep inside her and she explodes all around me.
We stay connected for a moment until the realization of where we are hits us. She slowly pulls herself off me and unwraps her legs from me. We quickly dress.
"I think I will stalk you the rest of the way home baby" I tell her with a wink.
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Three Wooden Crosses ?????
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Posted:Mar 13, 2009 7:42 am
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2010 8:27 pm
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Three Wooden Crosses
Written by Doug Johnson and Kim Williams.
Performed by Randy Travis
I think the first verse and chorus is all I need to post to make my point.
A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That bus driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
(Chorus)
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
Hmmm, I heard this song today on the radio and I started thinking about it.
Thinking really hard about it.
Three wooden crosses for the ones who died in the crash. Why weren't there 4? What the hell do you mean 4? How many people were on the bus? well, there was the farmer(1), the teacher(2), a (3), and a preacher(4). So there were 4 people on the bus and if you have heard the song you know that the survived hence the 3 wooden crosses instead of 4.
STOP THE FUCKING PRESSES !!!!!
There were more than 4 people on the bus. There was also the bus driver(5).
Thats right. There were 5 people on that bus. Now we have to wonder about the bus driver. Surely if he had died there was someone in the world who cared enough about him to leave a cross on the side of the road for him. Since there is a cross lacking for him we have to assume that he lived. Also, since he lived yet he is not mentioned in the list for possible cross recipients ( why there's not FIVE of them.)
Why do you suppose that in such a tragic accident the bus driver was forgotten?
I did, and I sat down and thought about it.
I thought really really hard and I figured it out.
The bus driver was left out of the main hook of the song because he was a less than honorable man. You see its like this, The and the bus driver both survived the crash that resulted from the bus driver running the stop sign and the 18 wheeler plowing into the side of the bus. Why did they both survive? Because they were both occupying the same space in the bus. Yep, the drivers seat. The was obviously giving head to the bus driver in order to pay her passage to Mexico. She was such an experienced cock sucker that the bus driver forgot what he was doing and ran the stop sign. Even though the driver of the 18 wheeler tried to stop he couldn't. The front of the bus just cleared the intersection and BOOM!!!!! The 18 wheeler slams into the side of the bus killing the farmer and the teacher and the preacher.
The moral of this story?
If you are a bus driver do not get head while driving because if you have an accident and people get killed you will not even be considered for a flowery little cross on the side of the road. And that sucks big nuts.
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Back from Vacation
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Posted:Mar 12, 2009 5:59 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2009 7:10 pm
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Babe and I are back from sunny Florida.
Here in Arkansas we are looking at 1-3 inches of snow today.
I wanna go back to Florida  .
Had a wonderful dinner date with [blog newaroundhere64] Tuesday evening. Babe and my loved the Atlanta skyline and the hospitality of out host. Alas, we were running 2 hours behind schedule so New was the only one who could show at that late hour but he is worth the trip alone! (hint hint ladies)
Now I am working to get caught up on scheduling and work and blogs. I would like to say it was good to be home but instead I will say it would have been good to have a laptop in Florida
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