Help Wanted

POSITION :
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop


JOB DESCRIPTION :


Long term, team players needed, for challenging
permanent work in an
often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent communication
and organizational skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and
endless sports tournaments in far away cities!
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES :


The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,
until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina of a
pack mule
and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat
in case, this time, the screams from
the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,
such as small gadge t repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets
and stuck zippers
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and
coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings
for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be willing to be indispensable one minute,
an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a
half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for
the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and
janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :


None.
Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,
so t hat those in your charge can ultimately surpass you

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE
:

None required unfortunately.
On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION
:

Get this! You pay them!
Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because
of the assumption that college will help them
become financially independent.
When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that
you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS
:

While no health or dental insurance, no pension,
no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and
no stock options are offered;
this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love,
and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.

A TRIP TO THE PAST

still dancing


I FOUND THIS MARVELOUS VIDEO ON DOROTHY VININGS BLOG
GROWING OLD ONLINE
ENJOY

             Finally, a teacher who teaches 3rd graders a good
                          song!!  After all the bad press over a few teachers
                          who stepped out of line teaching songs to our
                          children, this one is one you will be so proud to
                          hear!  At the end of the song you can even order
                          the sheet music!!  Awesome!  I hope this
                          sweeps our Country and gets sung in all our
                          schools! The music teacher wrote the song and had
                          all the third graders sing. Click & enjoy; great
                          message.>
                         Third graders from Tussing Elementary in Colonial  Heights ,
                         Virginia, on You Tube  


                    

Lady Be Good

They don't make movies like they used to. I don't know the year, but my memory tells me it was the 1940's when Musicals were big and black and white. Eleanor Powell was just one of many amazing tap dancers. Enjoy a lighter moment watching her in a scene from Lady Be Good. She dances with a dog she trained herself. This scene was shot in her own living room.

No Nursing Home for me

About 2 years ago a man & his wife were on a cruise through the western Mediterranean aboard a Princess liner. At dinner they noticed an elderly lady sitting alone along the rail of the grand stairway in the main dining room. They also noticed that all the staff, ships officers, waiters, busboys, etc., all seemed very familiar with this lady. The man asked the waiter who the lady was, expecting to be told that she owned the line,but he said he only knew that she had been on board for the last four cruises, back-to-back.

The man relates this conversation: "As we left the dining room one evening I caught her eye and stopped to say hello. We chatted and I said, "I understand you've been on this ship for the last four cruises." She replied, "Yes, that's true." I stated, "I don't understand" and she replied, without a pause, "It's cheaper than a nursing home."So, there will be no nursing home in my future. When I get old and feeble, I am going to get on a Princess Cruise Ship. The average cost for a nursing home is $200 per day. I have checked on reservations on a Princess and I can get a long term discount and senior discount price of $135 per day. That leaves $65 a day for:1. Gratuities which will only be $10 per day.2. I will have as many as 10 meals a day if I can waddle to the restaurant, or I can have room service (which means I can have breakfast-in-bed every day of the week).

3. Princess has as many as three swimming pools, a workout room, free washers and dryers, and shows every night.4. They have free toothpaste and razors, and free soap and shampoo.5. They will even treat you like a customer, not a patient. An extra $5 worth of tips will have the entire staff scrambling to help you.6. I will get to meet new people every 7 or 14 days.7. T.V. broken? Light bulb need changing? Need to have the mattress replaced? No Problem! They will fix everything and apologize for your inconvenience.8. Clean sheets and towels every day, and you don't even have to ask for them.9. If you fall in the nursing home and break a hip you are on Medicare; if you fall and break a hip on the Princess ship they will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.

Now hold on for the best! Do you want to see South America, the Panama Canal, Tahiti, Australia, New Zealand, Asia, or name where you want to go? Princess will have a ship ready to go. So don't look for me in a nursing home, just call shore to ship. PS: And don't forget, when you die, they just dump you over the side -- at no charge.

(I say I think the old gal is onto something, what say ye?)
A new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners.
At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door. Therefore, he took out a business card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it in the door. When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was this cryptic message, "Genesis 3:10."
Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter.

Revelation 3:20 begins "Behold, I stand at the door and knock."

Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid for I was naked."

Remember when the funniest jokes were the clean ones? They still are!
"A cheerful heart is good medicine" (Prov. 17:22)

WHAT'S ON THE LABEL?

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:


On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. (that's the only time I have to work on my hair).

On a bag of Fritos:! ..You could be a winner! No purchas necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special?).

On a bar of Dial soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would be how???.....).

On some Swanson frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's "just" a suggestion).

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down."
(well...duh, a bit late, huh)!

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought????...)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body." (but wouldn't this save me more time?)

On Boot's Children Cough Medicine: "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and...I'm taking this because???....)

On most brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)

On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use." (now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)

On Sunsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)

On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you
to fly." (I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)

On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals." (...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)

Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to (maybe even a chuckle).

Religious Humor on Drought

hi,
a friend sent this...i thought it was funny... Have a great day! k

Drought in North Carolina

It's so dry in North Carolina that
the Baptists are starting to baptize by sprinkling,
the Methodists are giving out wet-wipes,
the Presbyterians are giving out rain checks, and
the Catholics are praying for the wine to turn back into water!

The Nationality of Jesus

EVEN GOD ENJOYS A GOOD LAUGH...

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:

1. He called everyone brother.

2. He liked Gospel.

3. He couldn't get a fair trial.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:

1. He went into His Father's business.

2. He lived at home until he was 33.

3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:

1. He talked with His hands.

2. He had wine with His meals.

3. He used olive oil.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:

1. He never cut His hair.

2. He walked around barefoot all the time.

3. He started a new religion.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:

1. He was at peace with nature.

2. He ate a lot of fish.

3. He talked about the Great Spirit.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:

1. He never got married.

2. He was always telling stories.

3. He loved green pastures.


But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a WOMAN:

1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.

2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.

3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was work to do.


A Catholic Horse

A cute little joke sent to my email Inbox by a Catholic friend:

Bubba was from Alabama and was a hard-shell Southern Baptist. He loved
to sneak away to the racetrack.

One day he was there betting on the ponies and losing his shirt when he
noticed a priest step out onto the track and bless the forehead of one of
the horses lining up for the 4th race. Lo and behold, this horse, a very
long shot -- won the race. Bubba was most interested to see what the
priest did the next race.

Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the track as the
horses for the fifth race lined up, and placed a blessing on the forehead
of one of the horses.
Bubba made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet on the
horse.
Again, even though another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won
the race. Bubba collected his winning and anxiously waited to see which
horse the priest bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race. The priest
showed, blessed a horse, Bubba bet on it, and it won! Bubba was elated!

As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of the horses,
and it always came in first. Bubba began to pull in some serious money,
and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true.
He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew big money and awaited the
priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.

True to his pattern, the priest stepped out onto the track before the
last race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of one of the
horses.

Bubba bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last. He was
dumbfounded. He made his way to the track and when he found the priest,
he demanded, "What happened, Father? All day you blessed horses and they
won.
The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost.

Now I've lost my savings, thanks to you!!"

The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with you
Protestants... you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing
and the Last Rites."

For the over 50 crowd

HARVARD READING TEST
This was developed as an age test by an R&D department at Harvard
University. Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud
without a mistake. The average person over 50 years of age can't
do it!

> 1. This is this cat
> 2. This is is cat
> 3. This is how cat
> 4. This is to cat
> 5. This is keep cat
> 6. This is an cat
> 7. This is old cat
> 8. This is fart cat
> 9. This is busy cat
> 10. This is for cat
> 11. This is forty cat
> 12. This is seconds cat
>
> Now go back and read the third word in each line from the
> top down, and I betcha you can't resist passing it on.

Catholic Gasoline

Here's another story from my email inbox.
CATHOLIC GASOLINE

Sister Mary, who worked for a home health agency, was out making her rounds visiting homebound patients when she ran out of gas. As luck would have it, a gas station was just a block away.

She walked to the station to borrow a gas can and buy some gas.

The attendant told her that the only gas can he owned had been loaned out, but she could wait until it was returned.

Since the nun was on the way to see a patient, she decided not to wait and walked back to her car. She looked for something in her car that she could fill with gas and spotted the bedpan she was taking
to the patient.

Always resourceful, she carried the bedpan to the station, filled it with gas, and carried the full bedpan back to her car.

As she was pouring the gas into her tank, two men watched from across the street. One of the them turned to the other and said, "If it starts, I'm turning Catholic."

Gradeschool humor

This comes from an anonymous teacher. Another story from my email Inbox. I couldn't get this formatted correctly, but you'll enjoy it anyway.

Subject: FW: The Middle Wife

The "Middle Wife" by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher:

" I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids

myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own

second-grade classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few

sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and

usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles,

Model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And

I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they

want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid,

takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a

pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant.

"This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday."

"First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then

Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for

nine months through an umbrella cord."

She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to

laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching

her in amazement.

"Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh,

Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. "She walked

around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, Oh!"' Now this kid is doing a

hysterical duck walk and groaning.

"My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't

have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie

down in bed like this." Then Erica lies down with her back against the

wall. "And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there

in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed,

like sshhheew!" This kid has her legs spread with her Little hands miming

water flowing away. It was too much!

"Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe.'

They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden,

out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said was

from Mom's play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside there."

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to

her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's

show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case

Another "Middle Wife" comes along.

Now you have two choices...laugh and close this page or pass

this along to someone else to spread the laughs. I know what I did!!!

Live every day as if it is your LAST chance to make someone happy


Man's best friend

Get out your kleenex before you read this one: It's another email that came into my inbox from a friend. It's quite long, but a very sweet story.
>
> THE OLD MAN AND HIS DOG
> "Watch out! You nearly broad-sided that car!" My
> father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
> Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my
> head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me,
> daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my
> throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for
> another battle.
>
> "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when
> I'm driving." My voice was measured and steady,
> sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared
> at me, then turned away and settled back.
>
> At home I left Dad in front of the television and
> went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy
> clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The
> rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner
> turmoil. What could I do about him?
>
> Dad had been a lumberjack in
Washington and Oregon .
> He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in
> pitting his strength against the forces of nature.
> He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and
> had placed often. The shelves in his house were
> filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
>
> The years marched on relentlessly. The first time
> he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but
> later that same day I saw him outside alone,
> straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever
> anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when
> he couldn't do something he had done as a younger
> man.
>
> Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a
> heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital
> while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and
> oxygen flowing.
>
> At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating
> room. He was lucky; he survived.
>
> But something inside Dad died. His zest for life
> was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctors
> orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned
> aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of
> visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether.
> Dad was left alone.
>
> My husband, Rick , and I asked Dad to come live with
> us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and
> rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
>
> Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the
> invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He
> criticized everything I did. I became frustrated
> and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out
> on Rick. We began to bicker and argue.
>
> Alarmed, Rick sought out our pastor and explained
> the situation. The clergyman set up weekly
> counseling appointments for us. At the close of
> each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's
> troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was
> silent.
>
> A raindrop struck my cheek. I looked up into the
> gray sky. Somewhere up there was "God." Although I
> believe a Supreme Being had created the universe, I
> had difficulty believing that God cared about the
> tiny human beings on this earth.
>
> I was tired of waiting for a God who did not answer.
>
>
> Something had to be done and it was up to me to do
> it. The next day I sat down with the phone book and
> methodically called each of the mental health
> clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my
> problem in vain to each of the sympathetic voices
> that answered.
>
> Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices
> suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that
> might help you! Let me go get the article."
>
> I listened as she read. The article described a
> remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the
> patients were under treatment for chronic
> depression. Yet their attitudes had improved
> dramatically when they were given responsibility for
> a dog.
>
> I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After
> I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer
> led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant
> stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens.
> Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired
> dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs -
> all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each
> one but rejected one after the other for various
> reasons, too big, too small, too much hair.
>
> As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the
> far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the
> front of the run and sat down.
>
> It was a pointer, one of the dog world's
> aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the
> breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with
> shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided
> triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held
> my attention. Calm and clear,they beheld me
> unwaveringly
>
> I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?"
> The officer looked, then shook his head in
> puzzlement.
>
> "He's a funny one ~ Appeared out of nowhere and sat
> in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring
> someone would be right down to claim him. That was
> two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is
> up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
>
> As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.
> "You mean you're going to kill him?"
>
> "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We
> don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
>
> I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes
> awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said.
>
> I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside
> me. When I reached the house I honked the horn
> twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when
> Dad shuffled onto the front porch.
>
> "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said
> excitedly.
>
> Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If
> I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I
> would have picked out a better specimen than that
> bag of bones Keep it! I don't want it." Dad waved
> his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
>
> Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my
> throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd
> better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
>
> Dad ignored me.
>
> "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed.
>
> At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands
> clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing
> with hate. We stood glaring at each other like
> duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from
> my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in
> front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his
> paw. Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the
> uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his
> eyes The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on
> his knees hugging the animal.
>
> It was the beginning of a warm and intimate
> friendship.
>
> Dad named the pointer
Cheyenne . Together he and
>
Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long
> hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent
> reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling
> for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday
> services together, Dad sitting in a pew and
Cheyenne
> lying quietly at his feet.
>
> Dad and
Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the
> next three years.
> Dad's bitterness faded, and he and
Cheyenne made
> many friends.
>
> Then late one night I was startled to feel
Cheyenne
> 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He
> had never before come into our bedroom at night.
>
> I woke Rick, put on my robe and ran into my father's
> room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene; but his
> spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
>
> Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I
> discovered
Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I
> wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept
> on. As Rick and I buried him near a favorite
> fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the
> help he had given me in restoring Dad's
> peace of mind.
>
> The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and
> dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I
> thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews
> reserved for family. I was surprised to see the
> many friends Dad and
Cheyenne had made filling the
> church.
>
> The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to
> both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And
> then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Be not
> forgetful to entertain strangers..."
>
> "I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he
> said.
>
> For me, the past dropped into place, completing a
> puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic
> voice that had just read the right
> article ~
>
Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal
> shelter ~ His calm acceptance and complete devotion
> to my father ~ and the proximity of their deaths.
> And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had
> answered my prayers after all.
> ~by Catherine Moore~
>
>

Good News

This Came in my email today and want to share the Good News with you.

Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever.

There were times when I wondered if I would make it to today; but I did!


And because I did I'm going to celebrate!

Today, I'm going to celebrate what an unbelievable life I have had so far: the accomplishments, the many blessings, and, yes, even the hardships because they have served to make me stronger.

I will go through this day with my head held high and a happy heart.
I will marvel at God's seemingly simple gifts:


the morning dew,

the sun,

the clouds,
the trees,


the flowers,


the birds.


Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice.

Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people.
I'll make someone smile.
I'll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don't even know. Today, I'll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down. I'll tell a child how special he is, and I'll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for them and how much they mean to me.

Today is the day I quit worrying about what I don't have and start being grateful for all the wonderful things God has already given me. I'll remember that to worry is just a waste of time because my faith in God and his Divine Plan ensures everything will be just fine.

And tonight, before I go to bed, I'll go outside and raise my eyes to the heavens. I will stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon, and I will praise God for these magnificent treasures.

As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, I will thank the Almighty for the best day of my life.
And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because I know tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life, ever!







Welcome

This blog is just for fun - snippets from here and there I've read. I receive a lot of stories in my email Inbox - some of them are too good not to share.

The email stories don't format properly, but youll enjoy them anyway. These will be random posts - not consecutive -

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