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Alex's Special Entry: [09 Dec 2004|03:32pm] Alex's Special Entry: You are very outgoing and open-minded. You are always the first one to say hello with a big smile. You also got very excited about telling people how special they are. I like that. 1 Starving Ethiopian| Sally Struthers to the rescue

Sam's Special Entry: [07 Dec 2004|10:19pm] Sam's Special Entry: I am too lucky to have a friend like you. You always try to think about the people around you. You are never averse to lending a helping hand, even if the hand and the arm attached to it get pulled off in the process. You are a good person, just all in all a good person. 3 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

Terra's Special Entry [05 Dec 2004|10:43pm] [ mood | happy ] Terra's Special Entry: You are the wind beneath my wings (hehehe). You always know how to make me feel better. You care so much, and I know that it hurts you sometimes, but I hope you keep it up. <3<3<3 1 Starving Ethiopian| Sally Struthers to the rescue

Deniz's Special Entry [05 Dec 2004|08:44pm] [ mood | happy ] Deniz's Special Entry: You are cool, man. Last week, you just randomly dropped by my house. That cheered me up immensely. You get a super gold star for making me feel loved. 1 Starving Ethiopian| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[05 Dec 2004|05:35pm] Let me admire you! 1. Reply to this post if you want me to tell you how cool you are! 2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why you rock my socks. 3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and admiration! 4 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[05 Dec 2004|05:31pm] [ mood | giddy ] [ music | Gesu Bambino stuck in my head ] Today was such a good day! First, recital! Then, cruisin' down the highway with my girls! Good day. Now, DWP. ::sigh:: None the less, good day. 3 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[26 Nov 2004|06:51pm] When I woke up Thanksgiving morning, I was told that my Uncle Moe had died. I had truly believed that he would last just one more day, just one more day so that he could die surrounded by all the people he loved. It comforted me to know that he would at least get to see his whole family before he went. In fact, I wanted to visit him during the school week, but I decided to wait it out until Thanksgiving. Maybe I should have missed a little school. I didn't get to see him. At least he isn't suffering anymore, right? That's what I'm supposed to say. That should be comforting. Nope, he's not suffering anymore. And that is a wonderful thing. I guess Thanksgiving is never going to be quite as mirthful as it used to be. He didn't have to die. If he had just paid more attention to his own illness, if he had stopped worrying about Aunt Pauline for a minute so that he could help himself, then he could have at least given himself some more time. He kept worrying about what Aunt Pauline would do (now that she was suffering from Alzheimer's) if he were gone, so he let himself go, and go, and go. And what was the point? He can't take care of her anymore! He's dead!... Grandma told me that his last words were something along the lines of, "Who is going to take care of Pauline?" I feel like I am swimming in an ocean of death. I am Leonardo DiCaprio hanging on the edge of the bureau because that stupid girl is taking up the whole thing, and eventually I can't hang on anymore. So I plummet slowly to the ocean floor and am suffocated by the overwhelming force of death. I visited Carol Kochenback a few days before she died, when she was already begging to be killed rather than suffer anymore. Then Katie's dad died. Just a week ago was the memorial service for the ALS patients. Now, Uncle Moe is gone. Aunt Pauline probably won't fall far behind, only she'll forget who I am first. What next? Who is going to die next? Who's funeral am I going to sing at? You know, I'm not afraid of my own death. Death is simply an everlasting nothingness, which is definitely preferable to everlasting torture. But the death of others terrifies me. And the people who keep living, who have the duty to pick themselves up and get back to their daily routines, they terrify me. 1 Starving Ethiopian| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[24 Nov 2004|07:19pm] [ mood | calm ] I think I stole this from Elisha's journal. Yes? No? Correction, it was Becca. Thank you, Becca! Well, anyway, I will put a yes/comment next to everything I remember from the good ol' 90's! Fresh Prince of Bel-Air -- I drove up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo ho, smell ya lata." Looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. Just sit on my throne, now the Prince of Bel-Air. G.I. Joe -- yes Are You Afraid of the Dark? -- That episode with the kids who went up in the space ship freaked me out Secret World of Alex Mack -- so good Nightmare Before Christmas -- that's definitely up there on the top ten movies of all time Welcome Freshman Space Cases -- I'm not sure... It sounds familiar Roundhouse The Muppet Show -- yes Muppet Babies -- I always wanted Piggy to get her man Ureka's Castle -- That show was hopped-up on shrooms. Salute Your Shorts -- oh, the goodness Legends of the Hidden Temple -- I remember the episode with the story about the lady whose face melted. What Would You Do? -- yes Double Dare -- My family would have rocked that show's socks off Rocko's Modern Life -- JOYGASM! All That -- I remember when it was watchable. Ren and Stimpy -- Oh, the hilarity. Clarissa Explains It All -- yup, loved it The Torklesons The Adventures of Pete and Pete -- We had some nice adventures Goodburger -- I'm a dude. He's a dude. She's a dude. Cuz we're all dudes, hey... Angry Beavers -- The older beaver was hot for a beaver... and for a cartoon. Hey Arnold! -- I'm still rooting for Helga to get her manchowder. AAH! Real Monsters -- Ichthus (Ichus, Itchus, How do you spell his name?!) Tiny Toons -- Aww, they were so cute. Animaniacs -- We better get away from this one; I might break out into song again. Pinky and the Brain -- Oh yes. The Babysitter's Club -- eww Underdog Kablam! -- I remember the seizures. Gullah Gullah Island -- yup Richard Scarry -- Why is that familiar? Help? Dumbo's Circus Ocean Girl Mystery Files of Shelby Woo -- yes Snick Snacks Dunkaroos -- Mmm... I wish I had some right now. SNICK -- yes Koala Yummies Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego? -- the computer game, the game show, or the cartoon? Nick Magazine -- It took forever to get that trash to stop coming. The Goonies -- yes Ernest Movies -- yes Radio Flyer Disney Watchers Adventures in Wonderland Homeward Bound -- yes The Adventures of Yellow Dog Milo and Otis Neverending Story -- I can't believe it ended! Who Framed Roger Rabbit? -- SO GOOD! I love you, Mr. Rabbit. I should build a shrine in your honor. The Lion King -- It made me cry (though that isn't hard to do) Labyrinth -- I always hear about it. I should see it. 101 Dalmations -- Shoot me. The Secret Garden -- Shoot me a second time. Pete's Dragon -- I personally preferred Puff. Hocus Pocus -- Hotness. Secret of Roan Inish Land Before Time -- I sang a song from it at a memorial service last year. Dinosaurs -- That was my family show! My whole family sat down to watch it (even my dad removed the stick from his ass every time it came on so that he could sit down with us) Fern Gully -- eww Secret of NIMH Gummi Bears -- yes Care Bears -- Shannon! A Little Princess -- I LOVE THAT MOVIE! (It made me cry too) My Little Pony -- yup Black Beauty -- yup Rainbow Brite -- yup Lady Lovely Locks Candyland -- Sweet, sweet, victory. Sorry! -- so good Trouble -- oh yeah Don't Wake Daddy! -- Doooooooooon't waaaaaaaaaaaake Daddy! Mousetrap -- This one had a song too. They all had songs. Does every game need a theme song? Jenga -- Oh, man, this one had a song too... I think it did... No, no, just a catch phrase. Don't Break the Ice -- I liked it, but I lost my penguin dropper so I just had to drop the marbles by hand. It wasn't the same without that penguin. Hungry Hungry Hippos -- I am the Hungry Hungry Hippo master. Cooties -- yeah Tinker Toys -- yes The castles that made tea sets -- They were awesome. Polly Pocket -- loved it. Hypercolor T-Shirts Lite Brite -- Of course! Sky Dancers -- I had two. Scrunchies -- It took me a while to give those up. Side Ponytails -- yup Stirrup Pants -- yes Jellies -- Mine broke. That was the shattering moment of my childhood years. Saddle Shoes Barbies -- Justin used to shave the breasts/faces off of mine on the wheel of our exercise bike. What a massochist. Beanie Babies -- I was jealous of Terra's formidable collection. Tamagotchies -- My dad made Justin, Rachel, and I all share one by splitting it on a daily rotation. My day came after Justin's. Justin always malnourished and ignored it on his day, so it died on my day. Yo-Yos -- Remember when they just suddenly had a come-back? When absolutely everyone carried a yo-yo to school as one of the necessities? Choose Your Own Adventure -- Is that kind of like Robot 2-XL? "What should Batman do next: A.) Go back to the batcave and do research like a pussy, B.) Follow the girl into the alley, C.) Beat the Joker's punk-ass" Pogs -- eww Goosebumps -- I didn't get them. They just weren't very good. Magic Attic Club American Girl -- I have one of the dolls. I think Kirsten. Island of the Blue Dolphin -- Rachel read it. I didn't. I wasn't much of a reader back then. Saved By The Bell -- yup Full House -- EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK, EVERYWHERE YOU GO, THERE'S A HEART, err something HOLD ON TOOOOOO! Step By Step -- yes TGIF on ABC -- Boy Meets World! Sabrina, the Teenage Witch -- Once Harvey was gone, it just wasn't the same. Boy Meets World -- (see TGIF) Clueless -- It grossed me out when she started making out with her brother. I know he wasn't really her brother, but, I mean, come on, he was her brother. Mork and Mindy -- Robin Williams! Simpsons -- Those were the good years. Flipper -- yup Eerie Indiana -- yup Third Rock From The Sun -- So beautiful Tracey Ullman Show Ghostwriter -- There was this one episode with this... thing... that stalked the grocery store or something. For some reason, that one really scared me. It gave me nightmares. Growing Pains -- yes Family Ties -- I think so. Titanic -- yes Felix The Cat: The Movie Jonathan Taylor Thomas -- I had a crush on him when I was nine. Home Improvement :) -- Oh, Jonathan Taylor Thomas. Tom and Huck -- yeah My Brother and Me Kenan and Kel -- I love orange soda, too, Kel. Hanson -- the shrooms again! Inspector Gadget -- Doo doo doo doo doo, Inspector Gadget, doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo... Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles -- Turtle in a half-shell, man. Easy Bake Oven -- That thing was sweet. With the ability to make yummy cupcake creations resting solely on the power of a little light bulb. Flower Making Kits Weinerville -- That was the one with the people's heads on the puppets, right? That show was sweet. Playdough McDonald's Sets -- I ate them... Animorphs -- Justin was obsessed with them. He told me what would happen in the show months ahead because he already knew everything from the books. Then he got annoyed when the show went away from the books a little. Rainbow Fish -- I love you, Rainbow Fish. If You Give A Mouse A Cookie -- I also remember "If You Give a Moose a Muffin". Now THAT was quality. Bailey School Kids Wayside School -- Where have I heard this? Mrs. Piggle Wiggle -- yes Boxcar Children -- yes Ramona Quimby -- yes Amber Brown Roald Dahl -- James and the Giant Peach, right? Allegra's Window -- hated it 3-2-1 Contact Spice Girls -- Stop right now, thank you very much. I need somebody with the human toooooouch. (I can't keep breaking into song like this.) Bill Nye The Science Guy -- BILL Bill Bill Bill Bill Bill Bill Nye, The Science Guy! Bill Bill Bill Bill Bill... Reboot -- It was good, but I saw it a few years ago, and somehow it had become trashy. All of the characters were intertwined in a love octagon (as opposed to a triangle) and the women were half-dressed. I can't believe Operation and Connect Four weren't on that list. 2 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

Room Four [23 Nov 2004|05:43am] [ mood | happy ] [ music | none in particular ] I just finished writing my Samson CAP! I chose Room Four: Those Who Never Sought at All. This CAP makes me sound really pathetic though. I AM like the people in Room Four. I have no faith. I have grown accustomed to a "dull acceptance". But I'm not consummed by it like these people are. I DO have hope. I have no faith, but I still have hope! I wasn't able to say that though and stick to my thesis. It would have ended up going way off topic and making me out to not really be in Room Four and it just wouldn't have worked out. But I'm a little worried about handing this in. It really sounds like I'm dissing myself. Man, I hate having to write to teachers about myself. Writing about people in stories is okay, but every time I write about myself I either seem really arrogant (because I'm going on and on about myself) or I seem really depressed (because I'm talking about one little thing that I need to change, just like this Room Four thing). ::sigh:: Let's hope I don't get sent to the guidance counselor! Sally Struthers to the rescue

[20 Nov 2004|11:28pm] [ mood | pretty good ] [ music | Ichthus ] District choir audition today! Man, those girls were amazing! Just one Sara Evenson after another! To all of you who auditioned, I hope you get in! You all deserve it! You all worked so hard! __________________________________________________________ Coffee House was hot tonight. It's too bad more people didn't come. __________________________________________________________ I'm singing at a memorial service for families of dead ALS patients tomorrow. Not exactly looking forward to that. Last year I cried, which made singing a smidge difficult. I felt really embarassed, too. I shouldn't be the one crying. They're the ones that should be crying. I should be uplifting them with songs of hope and compassion! But how can I? It is so sad. I hate this disease so much. How can a disease so malicious even exist? It strips people--my mom's patients, my friends, little kids' moms and dads--of their lives one muscle at a time. It leaves them chained to a bed and a ventilator, communicating through blinks. One blink no. Two blinks yes. Until that is gone, too; until the poor guys can't even focus their eyes! They can't walk or talk or see anymore. They show their emotions through sudden fits of convulsion! I hate this disease. Damn it, when is someone going to find a cure? ___________________________________________________________ Hmm... I shouldn't end this entry on such a depressing note... I know! ___________________________________________________________ THE FORTUNE COOKIE GAME~~~ ~A financial investment will yield returns beyond your hopes (in bed). ~It is better to have a hen tomorrow than an egg today (in bed). ~You will soon be honored by someone you respect (in bed). ~You have a strong desire for a home and your family comes first (in bed, this one's special). There was another really good one, something about going into the tiger's den, but I can't find it. 7 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

QUOTE OF THE DAY~~~ [19 Nov 2004|05:21pm] [ mood | happy ] QUOTE OF THE DAY~~~ _________________________________________________________ SCHURTZ: "Band is where cool dies." _________________________________________________________ 3 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

QUOTE OF THE DAY~~~ [18 Nov 2004|11:00pm] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | ::sings:: DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'! HOLD ON TO THAT FEELIN'! ] QUOTE OF THE DAY~~~ __________________________________________________________________________ KOZOL (QUOTING ANOTHER MAN WHO WAS RESPONDING TO THE QUESTION OF THE CONSTITUTIONALITY OF PORNOGRAPHY BASED ON ITS DEFINITION): "I don't know how to define pornography, but I know it when I see it." __________________________________________________________________________ Yay for Friday being only one hour away! Yay for district auditions being only thirty-three hours away! ::beams with anticipation:: Yay for Thanksgiving being only... umm... yay for Thanksgiving! I have become way too dependent on calculators. Sally Struthers to the rescue

[16 Nov 2004|07:49pm] This circulated around a while ago, but I do enjoy these things, so why not. I never posted it up. Now I'm a bit curious. one secret. one compliment. one fear. one goal you have in life. one complaint about your life. lyrics to a song that remind you of me. how old you are. how long we've been friends. and a hint to who you are. 2 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

I Love to Sing Out, About the Moon, and the June, and the Spring! [16 Nov 2004|06:06pm] [ mood | content, for the most part ] [ music | It's just about that time when Christmas songs are okay! ] You know what? I'm lonely. I've been lonely for a while now, but I hate to admit it. I rather think myself immune to such irrational, pointless emotions. I rather believe that I can control my mood with a minor personality adjustment. I still trust in that, to an extent. I am content. I am content because I choose to be content. My life is more stressful than it has ever been, and it has always been excessively stressful. But I am also much happier than I have ever been. At the same time, whenever I sit alone and do homework or write in Livejournal or do anything, so long as no one else is around, I feel lonely. It's not exactly a sadness, more of a recurring, tedious boredom. My life is very eventful now. It's a strange time to suddenly be stricken by boredom. ::sigh:: I need something... Maybe I need some romance in my life, but I'd hate to think that. It's so against all that I stand for. I don't want to be just another weak, pathetic, little girl that becomes a slave to any man that will have her. Eww. That's not for me. I will continue to ignore my primal instinct to propagate. At this point in my life, it can only betray me. I have too many important things to concern myself with to let that get in the way. ______________________________________________________________________________ Hmm, I should probably do my Kozol now. I guess that's not happening for an hour or so. ______________________________________________________________________________ I can't believe the district auditions are so close. I've been thinking about them a good deal. I am more sure than ever now that I am a singer. I am not one who sings. I am not like certain people (to remain un-named) who sing for compliments or for brief acknowledgements from time to time. I don't give a damn about any of that. I sing for myself and no one else. So, yes, I've been thinking about the auditions a lot. It wouldn't be such a terrible thing if I didn't get in, right? Because, as I said, I don't need to sing for anyone else. But it would still be really nice if I did. Maybe that would be just the excitement I need to get out of my funk of late! It is exciting. I could go on to regionals, even nationals! Who knows? Then again, I could be working myself up only to be let down. Well, we'll see. Originally, I wasn't going to try out for districts. I thought it would just be an unnecessary addition to my already hefty schedule. I had nothing to prove. I didn't need to be a part of this choir; I was already in a choir. I could already sing at my leisure. But I couldn't go through with it, or, rather, I couldn't not go through with it. As Horoho counted the raised hands in the room and mine was not one of them, I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but I started to cry. How could I have this opportunity to make my voice a part of something bigger and waste it? How could I abandon my voice that I supposedly loved? So I yelled out for Horoho to add my name to the list. I didn't realize how important my voice was to me before then. I've made a decision about singing. I am so positive now. I will sing. I may be poor for a while, and I may have to sing in dirty bars with drunks, but I am going to sing. I could become a teacher. I could be one of the annoying commercial jingle people! I could make a CD all in Italian with little tiny translations inside the front cover! ::meniacal laugh:: That would be sweet! I could be the lady in the cleavage dress in the opera! Even better! No other job could ever truly satisfy me. It's probably not a wise decision, but at least I will be content. 4 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[13 Nov 2004|11:50pm] [ mood | happy ] Alfie was so good. I love Jude Law. I got a haircut! Haircuts make me feel so pretty! Then, I try to do my own hair without my trusty stylist and the pretty disappears. ::sigh:: I will keep trying though! 2 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[13 Nov 2004|07:46am] [ mood | happy ] I think I might just have to join in on this brigade. This is a list of 14 people and descriptions of them but I won't refer to you by name, just by number. You can ask me if your that number, but I won't just blurt out who you are. Here we go: 1.) I love you. Sometimes you go astray, and sometimes I even get mad at you for it, but as soon as I see you it's gone. I can't look at you and talk to you and be angry all at once. I can't be upset around you for very long. You're too good at cheering me up. You make me like myself. Thank you. 2.) I hate it when people are afraid to ask you about it. I hate when they assume that there are things that you can't do. You can do so much more than all of them combined. You question yourself a lot, but you are a good person. The fact that you are able to question yourself is proof. I'm grateful that we had a chance to get so close, to have our late night girl talk and our "parties" and our gossip and our soap. I can be mean to you for no reason sometimes. I am trying to change that. You make me want to be a better person. Thank you. I think this one might be obvious. Sorry! 3.) I like that we are friends, but we are just school friends. I'd really like to be hang out friends with you. You know, the kind of friends that have more than empty conversation. More than just "How are you doing?" "I'm grand. How are you doing?" "I'm fine." 4.) Why are you so competitive?! I am no threat to you. Don't undermine me because I can undermine you, too. I don't want to do it. It used to be a habit of mine that I worked hard to kick to the curb. Don't tempt me. You are a good person. You are a fun person. You have talent. There's no need for it. You know that you do it. You've been confronted about it. I watched. So change. Every person has the ability to change if he or she really wants to. The only conclusion that I can deduce from your actions is that you don't want to change. You don't want to be a better person at the cost of your useless pride. 5.) You are adorable. I am crazy about you. I hope you know that. You've been going through some tough times as of late, and I just want to be able to help you in some way. I have tried to just smile around you and find the positive side of everything you say. I have been hoping that smiles really are contagious. I hate to see you so sad, so angry. You don't deserve it. Above all people, it shouldn't have happened to you. As much as I try to get around it and say something optimistic, you are too beautiful to deserve this. 6.) As much as you've hurt me over the years, you've guided me, too. I find sometimes that we are the same person, and, sometimes, we are different in every way. I used to look up to you. You were my role model. Then I realized that you weren't a very good role model. Now, you're my friend. I like to chase away your boyfriends and laugh mannishly. Oh, and you're a pussy vegetarian if you haven't figured it out yet. 7.) I love you so much. It's hard to adore something that has given you so much agony. I can't help it. It's been programmed into me from conception. Your opinion of me dictated my life. For years. And years. I have so much respect for you and so much fear of you, and these two combatting forces are bound to collide from time to time. You've done so much to protect me. That's the respect. Your protection has hurt me. That's the fear. I don't want to hurt you, too. I just want you to see what you've done. But even that would hurt you. You're an encyclopedia of information. You are so smart, and, yet, so naive. 8.) You are such an idiot. Man, you are a weird, creepy kid. I used to think I hated you, but now I think we've developed a quirky bond. 9.) You are never around. I don't know if I have a right to complain about it because you are doing good, honorable things. But what about your family? Are they more important than we are? I can only hope to be as selfless as you. Can you possibly be selfless... at home? 10.) You are really cute. No one else seems to think so, but I have strange taste. I don't have time to write any more. I guess I'll stop it there. 13 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

To Whose Checkbook It May Concern: [09 Nov 2004|05:51pm] [ mood | disgusted ] How dare you? How dare you sacrifice your daughter's happiness for spare change? What happened to your unconditional love? When did it become: unconditional love, under one condition? Are you jealous? Are you jealous because I love singing as much as I love you (sometimes more)? I trusted you. I was loyal to you. I defended you. I made excuses for you. I loved you. I love you. I can disobey you. That isn't hard. But now you disgust me, and to reverse that will be hard... My dad has been trying to discourage me from going to music school for a good time now. He says that I will be poor, not realizing that I don't care. He says that I won't find work. I don't care. He says that I won't get famous. I really don't care. He's threatened to take away my singing lessons, to remove me from advanced choir, to force me to stay at home and study all day so that I can grow up to be a pretentious, self-indulging, miserable chemist just like my dear, old dad. Through all of this I accepted him; I even silently thanked him. This was his twisted display of affection. He has now made a demand which I can't account to his love. My audition for district choir is on November 20th, the same day as my last day of driving class. I could easily make up the class; I could just come back the next week and be done. No, no. Dad wants me to go to the class. Do you know why? Is it because of the terrible, debilitating stress which district choir may inflict on me? Is it because of his fear for my safety behind the wheel of an automobile? Oh, no. Dad wants to get that 15% off of my car insurance--as soon as possible. He has chosen a 15% discount over my dream. 5 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[08 Nov 2004|07:15pm] [ mood | relaxed ] [ music | Mad World with Voi Che Sa Pete lingering in my head ] You Are a "Don't Tread On Me" Libertarian You distrust the government, are fiercely independent, and don't belong in either party. Religion and politics should never mix, in your opinion... and you feel opressed by both. You don't want the government to cramp your self made style. Or anyone else's for that matter. You're proud to say that you're pro-choice on absolutely everything! What political persuasion are you? Sally Struthers to the rescue

[03 Nov 2004|06:25pm] [ mood | disappointed in the masses ] I need to go mourn now. ::painful sigh:: I'm not going to go on a rant about how Republicans are stupid because people have a right to their own views, and there's no need for me to assume mine the highest and mightiest. I'm just going to go mourn in silence. 2 Starving Ethiopians| Sally Struthers to the rescue

[02 Nov 2004|08:18pm] Happy Election Day, everybody! Get out there and vote, all you registered people! Sally Struthers to the rescue

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