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Yes people, thissssssssssssssss monster -ass DEATH ASSAULT ON ME began right after Donald John Trump, threw his hat into the ring, for the office of President of the United States. Back in the summer of 1986, at his Castle Casino, he found out about my 'PARALLEL EVENT', and then he and his criminal monster henchmen, the (M2F), along with some Earthly counterpart other peeps as well; began seeing how this science is so deadly real and deadly accurate, and how using it against me was their ultimate weapon and tool for taking over the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, and altering it to the ABSOLUTELY UNGREAT DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, as it stands now on this date. And as unfathomably mind boggling as these became for me after middle late 2015, the years of 2018 and 2019 have literally become as bad as they were right after this all began, Mizz Sabrina Collins of 'DARK SHADOWS', in the second half of 1986, and all throughout the rest of the eighties-decade, and well into the nineteen-nineties decade as well; me' kind SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA SIR, of Saint Lucie County, Florida here in the now DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













With or without the great and illustrious Mister Jerry Texaco, of 1984's Hammonton Gasoline Station, I SAID THIS TO MY CAMP COUNSELOR IN NORTHEAST, MARYLAND, IN JULY OF BOTH THE YEARS 1967 AND 1968, AND I QUOTE AND REITERATE NOW, “THIS IS TOTALLY DAMN RIDICULOUS”!!!!!!! Using parallel event, Donald subskummite John Trump, ENDLESSLY WILL KEEP GETTING HIS ILLEGAL AND CRIMINAL WAY, ON ALL THINGS; and this is why he and his henchmen and pals all endlessly perpetrate this totally inhuman siege-harassment and persecution on me, decade, after decade, after decade; Sheriff sir, and yo BRO!!!!! I am back up now and the Spellchecker system is working again, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR!!!!! Yessir, yesterday, the MILITUFORCE (M2F) AGAIN, HACKED IT OFF, and forced me to do another reboot to regain the SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM ON MY OPEN-OFFICE 3.1 SYSTEM! This evil totally inconceivably demonic MILITUFORCE also placed ANOTHER NASTY COMCAST ERROR SCREEN ON MY TELEVISION SYSTEM WHILE I WAS VIEWING THE GREAT (TWC) WEATHER CHANNEL, for absolutely no good or logical reason whackadoodle whatsoever, sir Mike Soft Hell Wrecker (Spellchecker). These were the two things that were done to me yesterday, FRIDAY, by the evil wicked rotten MILITUFORCE, me' kind wonderful awesome and illustrious SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, LIKE WO-WO-WO, along with a great big-O other O. 'Cheeeheeheee', huh gorgeous Amy-Emmy from all fantastic class field trips into 'GREAT-CITIES', any and everywhere. WHAAAAAAAAAAA and yes, WHACKADOODLE TOO, Mister SPELLCHECKER, and let';s forget the cheesecloth and the BUTTERCHEESES too, OKAY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY Mister JOHN KING, and wild evil daughter? Where were you when I needed you Mister Johnny Fucker Faster McDowell, when you should have taken that boardwalk radio station license away, for that horrible teasing they did to me EVERY SINGLE GODDESSDAMN TIME THAT I WOULD JUST TRY AND HAVE A TIDBIT LITTLE FUN AT THE BEACH IN 1997, IN ATLANTIC MOTHER FREAKING CITY, BLUE NERDSEY???????????????????????? Where were you, old COOLEY-FOOLEY-HHH school chum??????????????????? ALIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!












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ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,



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11:45 ANTE' MERIDIAN



WEDNESDAY MORNING



10 JULY, 2019



FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPA, ESMWG











Sheriff Mascara sir, BLACK HAT HACKERS JUST MOTHER FUCKING WIPED OUT MY COMPUTER AGAIN,CLOSING DOWN THE SYSTEM SOMEHOW AND DOING A MAJOR FUCKING HACK, AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT IT IS THE RUSSIAN FRIENDS OF MISTER DIRT BAG D.J. TRUMP, WHO WILL MURDER ME IF THEY MUST, TO GET THIS HORRIBLE MONSTER FUCKING BASTARD REELECTED IN 2020, AND EVENTUALLY GO ON TO PROCLAIM HIMSELF THE COUP-KING OF THE LAND, AND ALLOWING MISTER POUTON AND HIS RUSSIAN MOB TO DETROY AMERCIA FOREVER AND EVER, SIR, AND THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION AND UTTERANCE, JUST IN CASE THAT I AM MOTHER FUCKING KILLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This machine is about to fucking crash, along with me, and this is total FIRST DEGREE PREPLANNED AND PREMEDITATED MURDER, AND THIS IS A MAJOR CRIME BEING DONE IN YOUR COUNTY, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND THIS IS OFFICIALLY ON THE INTERNET AND ON THE RECORD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! This is ATTACK AND DEATH SIEGE NUMBER 6-STRAIGHT NOW, SHERIFF SIR, AND IT IS OFF ALL SCALES AND DIALS, WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING LIKE IT AT ALL WHATSOEVER SINCE EARLIER WHEN I FIRST MOVED DOWN HERE TO FLORIDA, AND FELL UNDER A FEW REAL FUCKING CUNT EATING LOOLOOS LIKE THIS ONE, SIR, ME' BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











I have rebooted and am back on my machine now, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, but pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze kind sir, where are you, AND where is your goddessdamn protection before, and to quote my awesome daughter, “IT IS TOO LATE”, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? It is now mother fucking four minutes shy of three, on this totally NUMBER SIX STRAIGHT NOW DISAFSTERNOON, SIR, and the major crashing where error screens came on for no reason whatsoever and told me the system has stopped working, was all within the past ten to twenty minutes, me' kind sir, and maitees and Blogaudians out there, and 'YARRRRRRRRRR', to you too Patty HHH if you're out there still amongst us in the non blue magical candles land of the non Ghost Whispering Sarah songs of five parties living and doing all of this to me through your alter ego PaulaKing2011Hammonton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















Jane Sleazeweedsdisease just got me really “gouuuuuuuud”, to quote my wovwee ol' girl pal from 1999, lovely but married I am now quite sure, Mizz Saint Thomas Island Hailed From, Helen Zebriski. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, BIG 'O'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allow and permit me now pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze, to CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (compensate) for this assault of ONE-NUMBERS with my strings of vely vely vely non-intelesting FIVE-NUMBERS, oh cool and great ol' pal, Sir B. McDowell, of COOLEY-FOOLEY HHH, also known in the area back there and in the days of old as the special education short bus club called the Bancroft School. SO WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, ALL LOVELY GINA'S AND JOANN/A'S EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote you from that night up in that bar near Burlington, New Jersey, great old Sir Mister Chester-Frank, “Yes I know who I am, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Hey, the mighty and illustrious Mister Paul Evans Pedersen told me to call you Chester. If he had said for me to address you as Frank, then that is what I would have done!!!!!!!!!! I always try my mother fucking goddessdamn best to get along with people, yet all they ever do is endlessly fucking cunt expectorate into my eye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeepers Creepers and Goooollleeeey gee, Gomer non-Pyle Avenue of Westmont, New Jersey, Camden County, DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!







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Sheriff, I doubt that this pitiful nation will be around too much past the reelection of King Trump, and his successful royal family coup at the White House, in January of 2025, placing him in endless power as the KING OF AMERICA, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT SIR, I will remain hopeful that the few good honest REAL-CHRISTIAN FOLKS of this nation, will rise up against this horrendous tyranny. All Trumps peeps want to do is DIVIDE, and scripture teaches that a house divided against itself cannot stand. Their objective should be as clear to anyone with a quarter pea sized brain, as a brilliant sunrise magnified with endless mirrors across the horizon. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, MIND-CONTROL-343434343434343434 is the key factor. I know for a certainty that thissssssssssssssss has taken over the land, just as the great and really cool young officer, Ensign Wesley Crusher of Star Trek Next Generation, knew all too well, that some weird game had invaded the entire starship and would go on to eventually take over the entire Federation of Planets, unless he was somehow able to EXPOSE what was happening. EXPOSURE is the only tool and weapon that ever could hope to accomplish the overthrow of tyranny. I was right on every single damn thing that I claimed and predicted would happen, and THE ENTIRE WORLD KNOWS IT, MY KID KNOWS IT, BIG-O KNOWS IT, THEY ALL KNOW IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!











Yessir Sheriff; humanity literally jacks into this simulationogram (5-D video-game of a sort, run by the gods of the Purgatory), biologically, while the gods (coins and coils of the Astral-Plane), jack into this simulationogram as either LIGHTNING IN THE ATMOSPHERE SYSTEM OF A MOON OR A PLANET SOMEWHERE, or they jack into this simulationogram as their true entity-forms of COINS or as COILS, as these are the two types of the great GODS/GODDESSES of this ASTRAL-PLANE or timeless Purgatory, where both Dogtown (HELL) as well as Sahasra Dal Kanwal (HEAVEN) exist inside of, in the capitol province known as Province Olympia. This jack in is not optional however; lads and lassies and Lab Dogs. The non coin/coil entities also jack in and become part of the nuclear timed program of it all, and this today here on the Earth-Planet, we call and refer to as , HUMANITY, or our civilization. We don't choose to dream or jack in here, but rather, an infinitesimally small amount of mass and weight causes a drag even in timeless purgatory, that results in the eventual loss of total energy after innumerable and virtually limitless interactions on the part of the Astral Plane beings. So we eventually succumb to this small mass-drag, and we lose our full energy and we must dream out into this blown out system of the fifth dimensional hyperspace. So here we all are, the coins, the coils, and us too. Now for reasons way to lengthy and complex to delve into right now in full, I'll attempt a major compression here and just say that when the gods or the COINS AND THE COILS dream out into this 5th dimensional hyperspace, most of the time they come as what we would mortally perceive as LIGHTNING in a celestial body's atmosphere, but then there are times that their truer forms begin to appear, and the otherwise various lightnings become more solid, as we do as humans here in our dreams on this physical material plane called by the mighty ECKANKAR religion of sound and light, the “Physical Plane”, and then they refer to the Catholic Purgatory as the Astral-Plane of existence. It's all the very same fucking thing, and merely are separated by variances in verbiage. People are clueless to what Lightning really is, or electricity for that matter, and just because we use and harness it, does not by any means proclaim the reality that we understand it, and much less fully control or own it. Top electrical engineers will tell you unless they choose to lie, that they understand how it works, BUT NOT, what it is. The real secrets in all things is not heavy elements that lead to blasting things far out into deep space, but rather knowing how to properly interact and communicate with the forces that Mister Hall would pronounce in his own unique way, leading me to kiddingly refer to them as “HALLS FAWCES”. But without getting all knocked off into side tangents here, whether the gods come here or we come here, or any of this, because of various reasons, the main reason is that after virtually endless interactions in the Purgatory, the tiny amount of drag will eventually cause a total energy loss and the falling off of this Astral-Plane of existence, and out into the time dimension and the physical world here, and thus, to our perspective, it happens at the 'same time' as here in time, cannot be in any way connected to a timeless existence, so to our perspective, there is a just one sudden BIG BANG, and out it all blows, and we get all of this. No other religion will tell you what my Morianity is telling you, because no other person on this world has waking life memory of the PURGATORY, as I do, thanx to Patty HHH and her wonderful awesome FASCITAR! So I am now left to ponder endlessly, gee willagars peeps, is thissssssssssssssss Mizz Erica Lucci Snakes from 1983, YYYYYYY, Patty was sent into my life, or merely just to create the most wonderful and awesome voice, surpassing even the great-voice that told me so many things, and brought me 'thousands of hours of bliss', that only the mighty United States Copyright Office knows about, and perhaps a few other peeps such as Mister Mike Crichton of the great Walt Disney Company, who've gone up online and checked me and my musical projects out for themselves? Yessir Sheriff, I reiterate now, gee willagars, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Ask yourself this one question sir, could the Mountainpen really make all of this incredible tale up out of whole cloth, an dif he could, what deranged purpose could any human being have or what possible material gain would be waiting for him next door to some imps magical pot of rainbow gold? There simply is NO WAY this Morianity story and blog told now on the WORLD-WIDE-WEB for going on fourteen years now, IS A FAKE BALLOON HOAX, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!! Simply put, THERE JUST WOULDN'T BE ANY POINT FOR MY DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT, and that presupposes that I even could pull off something that inconceivably wild and ridiculous, MISTER CAMP COUNSELOR MARYLAND KAITER, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

Oh yessir, Mister Jim Nabors Gomer Pyle and 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, in lovely old Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG; those horrible mother fucking SHADOW MONSTERS would chase me from one house to another house to another house, and then the people in the house that said to me that they were going to help me, would then go on to goddamn become more of the the monsters. Since my wonderful lovely daughter likes scary frightening horror shows so much, boy oh boy BIG-O, she'd really love the story of the SHADOWS back in 1967!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yesmahm, even thirty years later, I was still thinking about that nightmarish horror and hellishness almost every single fucking solitary day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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Oh yes folks, at 4:03 PM, good old trustworthy Misty Mortimer Mortino shot passed me on my right side. WEIN-SOSO? We all know him, or we should, as the Angel of DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He has a very lovely condo in the Great City of David, known Astrally, and by a small few Earth World Dwellers (EWD), as SDK (Sahasra Dal Kanwal). WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank and Sir PP, not PEE, and certainly not Patty-Paula!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now let's get down to some QUANTUM REALITY ROULETTE and the connections that lead into this, that Morianity calls and labels, “NEGAMAGGING”:



First for the real bad news. I made a major fuck up on the 14th 4-RRB (random-row-box) as many math whiz types out here most likely have already caught. I did not subtract a proper loss for a STAGE-4, but rather I subtracted a STAGE-3 betting amount, and listed the loss as $120 instead of $240. The other three losses did not alter, but this added an additional 'non-Carrie-O'-'Dark Shadows', with a wee tiny bit of super girl-curl Superman Show HOUSTON-HUMOR added in here for a little merriment, to perk the spirits up when needed, at the Randy Vanwarmer 1979 MOST!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great song, great tune and lyrics, and best of all sir, VELY VELY VELY NON-BOB MCDOWELL FITTING FOR ACCURATELY DESCRIBING THE NIGHTMARE LIFE OF THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!! So yessir/yesmahm, I am even a hundred and twenty bucks poorer in me' golldern ol' hypothetical roulette game system, that is attempting to endlessly prove and verify that indeed, HALLS FAWCES intentionally have STOPPED ME AND KEPT ME FROM BEING ABLE TO EVER AGAIN GAMBLE PROFESSIONALLY, WHICH IS DUE TO THE INTENTIONALLY CREATED 'NEGAMAGGING' around me, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allow and permit me to further explain here, everyone, and latengrate Uncle Snoots Heinz Bankergiant Gottwald, husband of my mom's first CUZZ, Mizz Ruth Huntington, in maiden name, me' BRAHHHHHHH, and me' maitees!











So at a later time, I will re-post the absolute and accurate recalculated figures from the very first 4-RRB, all the way to the present-game. After the 13th box, you can just take what was posted so far for right now, and then subtract another 120 bucks from the totals. Still, even though I said I was going to begin as well as go back and redo this using a 5-STAGE betting strategy, and indeed, I have already computed and created the chart that shows me the figures that would apply should I begin to use this, I am still remaining on the 4-STAGE BETTING STRATEGY for right now, and the past three games shows as follows: The individual game score based on the $10 Base Betting Level (BBL), then after that shows the all-game-total, and then finally the number at the far right will show the CA FORMULA, AKA the (CAF). WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA.









No folks, even with this major Bernie Sanders 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' attack on me and the resulting NEGAMAGGING against me from DJ-TRUMP and his henchmen, the Fox-Loving Entertainment section of the Entertainment world, YARRRRRRRRRR, and others; I HAVE NOT CRASHED AND BURNED, but I have indeed slowed down to a nasty-ass mother fucking paltry $32.41-CAF, after game #29 last fucking cunt eating night!!!!











4-RRB #27----$+30----$860----$31.85

4-RRB #28----$+30----$890----$31.79

4-RRB #29----$+50----$940----$32.41



























The closest that I have come on the $10 BBL to four figures, was $990, and now, the game-total amount is getting back to near that amount again, just fifty bucks below it. The reason that it appeared to cross over it before, as stated, was my damn ass error on the 14th 4-RRB, where I thought one of my four plays had lost $120, only it had actually lost $240. This means that the earlier score listed of $-290, now is $-410. But still, Lenny Brisco, STILL, sir, I am managing to stay afloat and trudge along, despite a major 6-DAY SIEGE AGAINST ME, SHERIFF. BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT SIR, IT WON'T LAST, and that is what my morianity aims to mother fucking prove to this EARTH-PLANET via my MORIANITY-BLOGGING WORK, me' kind wonderful awesome sir, yo!





















You know kind Sheriff sir, and all other great Blogaudians out here, allow me to just say one other thing B4 signing off today, yo!!!! Interdimensional space and the energies that cause it to be what it is and do what it does is the real topic here. I am not saying that great heavy nuke elements cannot theoretically do many wonderful things, even creating warp bubbles and Zephran Cochran space drive systems. But I am saying, and without so much as one small ounce of Starburn Outreach development Incorporated Headquarters exotic cheeses in any way, connected remotely into this whatsoever; that even the great Millionth-Council and Millionth-Council fittingly named element of Moorestown addresses plus one on the great mighty nuke periodic table; the real absolute power lays only the truth of interdimensional space and the energies within these spaces due to yet fully unknown truths about just what all of this dream-out really honestly is, that you all call the cosmos, or the universe, or the physical tangible material world and plane around you, and your lives. This powerful realm is called the fifth dimensional hyperspace or just the 5-D for short, (FDHS) for another shortened abbreviated way of writing it. This is why different invisible levels of space appear to suddenly get larger and smaller in a magnetic field, or when we hold two very strong magnets close enough together to be interactive in the gauss field, relative to the power of the magnetic energy. Suddenly we feel the interdimensional space pull apart if we hold two like-poles within that field, or we feel the interdimensional space slam together if we hold two opposite poles within that field. Calling this magnetic repulsion or magnetic attraction is fine and dandy, but the real truth is that space on other interdimensional levels is growing further apart within that field, or shrinking closer together, and should this be done in a perfect field where a chain reaction occurs, a moron can see that we would eventually reach velocities of millions of light years per hour, and it would only stop when some type of a controlled field travel system breaks the domino effect, using any one of a number of ways to achieve the stopping of this, as in falling dominoes, and if a large system is created and starts to fall, merely throwing one or two out of place ahead of us, would stop it or break the system as in brake the system, so isn't symbolism just so grand, as Dave Roth might say it right about now, yo?????????? Now for the explanation about why these transdimensional forces and energies work as they do, only abridged and compressed like a million ton garbage disposal system, so please don't expect it to make absolute sense, but merely enough to whet the apatite a bit. No one can truly create a model outside of a very expensive and powerful computer, in the real world, showing us more than the three dimensional system of width, length, and depth. We all know this, but we also know or should know in this age of ultra information, that extra or additional dimensions can be simulated or synthesized in a special computer program, and even without using such a program, the mind is able to see and realize the following truths, if we just stretch our minds and our awareness to ordinary reality, a little bit. Let's try. A house for example exists inside of a county, such as the home at 1234 Anywhere Avenue in Anytown, Anystate, USA, and not the other way around, because as is quite obvious to the biggest fool or moron anywhere, a house is much much much smaller than an entire county, but that is only truth in a 3-D fielding system. Using a much larger concept, I can absolutely prove that not all things are what they appear and seem. Allow me please, oh great ass Uncle Snoots Cameras, from late in 1972, and evweebwuddy else; OKAY? If we can super-fold here, an art not heard much about, but in theory the entire world can be folded up perfectly, and it would be quite a bit smaller after that feat would be accomplished. So allow me to discuss the art of superfolds into an imaginary >3-D (more than three dimensional) system, to make the abridged point and get peeps to begin thinking of how to use what we mistakenly now all perceive to be magnetic polarity forces, as well as the way we now think that they are indeed operating around us. Should we suddenly be able to move into a 12 dimensional superfold reality, rather than the 3-D one that we presently perceive to be existing all around our reality, our little house in this example from above, inside of this hypothetical county, much much smaller, is no longer part of the mathematical connectiveness of our 3-D reality here, so here is our house only it suddenly is taken and removed hypothetically into a 12-D reality. The house would immediately change from what it was, into a brand new truth and reality, in this multidimensional new reality. But allow me to make things even simpler than this. Let us just take an already existing home, both here in the land of 3-D and then another home in the hypothetical land of 12-D. If we here in 3-D landed in this mysterious 12-D area-town-county-whatever, we would appear to be as insignificant as a tiny ant crawling around on a mud pile in the parking lot. But if some 12-D person was able to move into a 3-D reality, they would unfold into a huge massive truth where they would become as large as a county. So I am stating that a house from a 12-D space, placed into a 3-D space, is as large as a county would be, and yes, conversely, an entire county in a 3-D space, placed into a 12-D space, would instantly be forced to try and out-fold, but containing only three dimensions, it would suddenly out-fold into the size of a house. Yes the reason that Purgatites need to eventually dream out and away in 5th dimensional hyperspace is quite simple. They run out of energy after virtually endless interactions there, and so by our frame of reference in a time-dimension, they all come out of it simultaneously, and we then see this as the BIG-BANG that 'started' our physical matter universe. All of those perceptions are nothing more than total falsehoods based on very limited understanding of the true SPACE-TIME-MIND situation that exists while we're all here physically. Still, the great formula that was given to the great Einstein, in reverse and in pure truth, explains all of this with the simple and true M=E/C-SQ. I am going to tell some more shit that will totally mother fucking blow your minds, just not right now!



















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BETWEEN 2 AND 3 POST MERIDIAN

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

13 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG





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