Let Writing Be Your Superpower

writing, superpowers, superheroes, The Flash, Supergirl, surviving the work day, humor, Modern PhilosopherWatching a double feature of Supergirl and The Flash on my DVR the other night, Modern Philosophers, made me wish for two things:

That a woman like Melissa Benoist, aka Supergirl, would wander in my life.

That I had my very own superpower.

Let’s face it, life would be much more fun and easier to navigate if I had super speed, the ability to fly, or at the very least, the power to read minds.  I might get a date once in a while if I knew what women were thinking.

After forming many Deep Thoughts on this, and accepting that all the Melissa Benoist types in Maine were already taken, I turned my focus to the superpower issue.

When I was about to give up on this one, too, it finally occurred to me that I already had an ability that was the closest thing a goofy, toga wearing guy from Brooklyn would ever have to a superpower…

I could write.

The power to write well might not be as super as what The Flash and Supergirl have to offer the world, but where would either of those superheroes be without writers?

I understand that I’m not putting my life at risk by fighting super villains or protecting a city from all the bad hombres out there, but I do use my superpower to fight a very powerful evil…

Low morale!

Every afternoon around three o’clock, when we all start to get a little punchy from yet another difficult day in the office, low morale rears its ugly head.

writing, superpowers, superheroes, The Flash, Supergirl, surviving the work day, humor, Modern PhilosopherThat’s when I slip on my metaphorical cape and cowl to help protect the good people at the desks around me from an antagonist that would make any superhero consider finding a new place of employment.

Let me tell you, Modern Philosophers, the struggle is real!

One never knows what might cause our bitter nemesis to attack.  It could be that feeling that we’re never going to catch up because we are perpetually understaffed.  Maybe it’s finding out that a vacation request has been denied.  Perhaps it’s being talked down to by a coworker who has absolutely no right or authority to treat you that way.

Today, I was the unfortunate victim of a gut wrenching, double pronged attack.  I took back to back phone calls, while covering for a coworker who was out of the office, and was lambasted for my efforts.

Which reminds me of an important fact: while using one’s words can be a superpower, there is also a dark side to the same action.  Words can be weapons that hurt, embarrass, demean, upset, infuriate, and cause a mob to rise up to inflict even more damage.

Always use your words wisely and for good.  If you are blessed with the gift of writing, don’t waste it on spewing hate and discontent.

Every afternoon I write something silly, if only in my head, to raise morale, distract my coworkers, and turn those frowns upside down.

Sometimes, I write ridiculous songs and serenade them.  Right now, Tiny Cup Of Tea is topping the charts, but I don’t plan to be a one hit wonder.  The other day I conjured up a PSA on the healing powers of colonoscopies for every problem life can throw at us.

Yesterday, my coworker made the mistake of sharing a story about a man asking her for companionship while on the checkout line at Walmart, and then sweetening the deal by offering her a ride on his bicycle.

writing, superpowers, superheroes, The Flash, Supergirl, surviving the work day, humor, Modern PhilosopherThat led to my creating a counteroffer by Billy Bob Thornton in Swing Blade, that included three cows and a large parcel of land.  My coworker, who amusingly turns bright red when she laughs, had to pull up the collar of her sweater to cover her face because she was laughing so hard that she was as red as Krypton’s sun.

Today, after my demoralizing experience on the phone, I came up with some odd tale about homemade tartar sauce and how another coworker looked like Prince when she wore a certain outfit and the sound of smooth Jazz and the stink of long abandoned paper mills was in the air.

Work still got done.  In fact, I think we work even harder when we’re laughing because morale is higher, the stress is forgotten, and the camaraderie reminds us all why we continue to show up even though times can be rough.

I don’t like seeing my coworkers bullied, upset, or not having a good day.  If I can use my superpower to whip up something hilarious on the fly to make them forget about whatever has them so down, then I will always be there for them.

Writing is my superpower.  Now if only I could use it on Melissa Benoist…

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Icy Balls

Winter in Maine, 182 Days of Terror, Snow Miser, Spring, humor, Modern PhilosopherDay 178 —  Enough of this $%@#!  It’s the second week of Spring, and I am driving home in a  bizarre Spring Storm with icy balls slamming against my windshield.

The roads are icy, everyone is driving slowly, and I’ve got the defroster on full blast. 

Where is my sunshine?  Where is my green grass?  Where are my passerby in shorts and sunglasses? 

If I don’t get some warm weather soon, I am going to kick Snow Miser in his Icy Balls and see if that encourages him to pack his bags and get the hell out of Maine. 

Seriously, Modern Philosophers, enough is enough.  We had some pretty heavy snow for the drive home Friday night, and there were numerous accidents and reports of cars off the road.

Tonight, I expect the weather to cause even more accidents.

Even though this is Maine, people forget that the 182 Days of Terror do not end until March 31.  They get caught up in the excitement of “Calendar Spring” and start driving like they’re off for a day at the beach.

At least I’m smart enough to take my time when driving in this slop, and know not to take my anger out on the gas pedal.

Truth be told, it’s a bit depressing.  I just want to wake up to sunshine and warmth.  I’m ready to take the plastic off the windows, remove the extra comforter from my bed, put the Winter coat in storage, and use the snow shovel to flip burgers on the grill.

Four more days.

Winter in Maine, 182 Days of Terror, Snow Miser, Spring, humor, Modern PhilosopherSaturday is April 1.

Maine Spring will officially begin.  Opening Day of the Baseball Season is on Sunday.  Life will be good again.

Just four more days.

I’m keeping this one short because the weather makes me miserable and I don’t want my grumbly attitude to infect you via the internet.

I’m going to try to block out the sound of icy balls beating against my windows and have a relaxing evening.

Hope things are a little more like Spring wherever you’re reading this.  Feel free to fill the comments section with photos that will put me in a Spring State of Mind…

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The Devil’s Inside (Failed TV Pilot)

short story, flash fiction, The Devil, murder, buddy cop story, humor, Modern PhilosopherThe street was lit up like a tree on Christmas morning, only the lights were red and blue, it was the middle of July, and the only thing wrapped and waiting to be opened was inside a body bag.

He approached the epicenter of the ordered chaos in an impeccably tailored suit with his hair slicked back perfectly from his handsome face, looking like he’d just stepped off the runway at a fashion show.

“Good morning, sir,” the rookie cop said nervously as he parted the yellow crime scene tape for the Detective.

“There’s nothing good about it, son, if Homicide is on the scene,” The Devil reminded the young officer.  “My partner here yet?”

Too frightened to reply, the cop simply nodded as Lucifer climbed through the tape and walked towards the house that was buzzing with police activity.

“It’s like Hell in there,” an EMT warned as he walked past on the way to back his ambulance since he was no longer needed at the scene.

“That’s my line,” The Prince of Darkness mumbled to himself as he walked up onto the porch and entered the house.

***

short story, flash fiction, The Devil, murder, buddy cop story, humor, Modern Philosopher“He here?” I asked the same officer at the crime scene tape when I arrived ten minutes later.

“The Devil’s inside,” was all he said in reply as he wouldn’t even meet my eyes.

My partner had that effect on people.  I was the only one on the force who could tolerate him.

“So nice of you to finally rise from the dead,” Satan admonished when I entered.

Unlike my partner, I looked like crap because it was three in the morning, I’d been asleep when the call had come in, and I had a tendency to enjoy myself with attractive company on Saturday nights when I’m scheduled to be off on Sunday.

“You must have me confused with your former employer,” I quipped as I adjusted my Yankees cap and squatted down next to the body for a closer look.

There was so much damn blood that I couldn’t tell if the corpse had been male or female back when breathing was still possible.  A quick look around the sparsely furnished room revealed that the bloodshed had not been limited to the area on and around the body.

“There’s too much blood for there to be only one victim,” I informed my partner, who glared down at me like I was a major disappointment simply because I refused to mimic his uptight wardrobe choices at the workplace.

“Not bad for someone who just rolled out of bed and stumbled over here in whatever he found at the top of the laundry bin,” The Devil snapped.  “What took you so long?  Did your overnight guest not want to let you leave?”

short story, flash fiction, The Devil, murder, buddy cop story, humor, Modern Philosopher“Something like that,” I replied with a wink as I stood up and playfully punched him in the shoulder.  “And joke’s on you, smart guy, because I don’t own a laundry bin.”

Lucifer actually gave me a quick sniff as we stood over the body.  “That’s not liquor I smell on you, is it?”

“Just Snapple,” I answered as I studied the blood splatter patterns on the wall closest to our victim.  “I’m sober nine months.”

“Judging from all the blood, we’re at least two corpses short,” The Prince of Darkness stated as he walked over to the shattered window.  “I’d guess the psycho responsible for our early wake up call threw the other bodies out this window, loaded them into his vehicle, and left behind that one so we’d have something to play with when we arrived.”

“Why in the world would anyone do that?” I questioned as I joined him at the window and watched the Crime Scene Techs photograph the glass littered, blood stained lawn.  “Dispatch told me the smashing window woke the neighbor who called it in to 911.”

“It’s not our job to figure out why they do the things they do,” Satan reminded me as he snapped his fingers and his pitchfork appeared in his hand.  “We just need to make sure the bastards burn in Hell for all eternity!”

I nodded my agreement as I stared out of the broken window and into the night.

Somewhere out there, beyond the crime scene tape and flashing lights, our killer was trapped.  You see, there’s no escape from your fate when the Devil’s vowed to bring you to eternal justice…

short story, flash fiction, The Devil, murder, buddy cop story, humor, Modern PhilosopherWriter’s Note:  I’m often asked why I settled on the buddy comedy, hanging out in the living room of The House on the Hill setting for my adventures with The Devil.

As you can see from this writing sample, we actually went to pilot on a totally different idea.  The gritty, buddy cop drama with supernatural elements was our first choice.

However, the network decided all the blood and gore took the attention away from the witty banter that is the heart of our relationship.  Since humor allows for more dialogue, and the single setting cuts down on costs, it was decided to take our working bromance in an entirely different direction.

I hope you enjoyed this little peek into what could have been (I especially liked the idea that my character was very good with the ladies!)…

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How To Avoid Making The Same Dating Mistakes

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherIt hasn’t escaped my notice, Modern Philosophers, that one of the main reasons why I’m still single is because I repeatedly make the same mistakes when I’m dating.

Even though I don’t seem to be able to learn from my mistakes, you definitely can.  In fact, I’m going to make it incredibly easy for you by writing a Dating Tips post on this very topic.

Nobody’s perfect, but if you can figure out how to stop making the same mistakes, you have a much better chance of altering the outcome.

Those who can’t do teach, so let’s call this class to order and I’ll share some of my knowledge with those of you who still have hope.

Are you ready to learn how to avoid making the same dating mistakes?

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherStop Dating.  This is the only foolproof plan out there If you simply stop going on dates, you are guaranteed to stop making the same mistakes.

Sure, that would make you a quitter and you’d be perpetually lonely, but at least you’ll no longer be the idiot who keeps screwing up the same way over and over.

My friends like to tease me that I don’t learn from my mistakes, but if I were to stop dating altogether, I’d finally prove them wrong.  My errors have taught me that I suck at dating and it’s time to find another hobby to pass the time.

I’m told knitting is very relaxing.

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherDate A Different Type.  There is a statistical chance that it actually isn’t you.  Maybe the problem is with the women you’re dating.

I’m told that I have a “particular type”, so if I were to try to date another kind of woman, maybe I wouldn’t make the same stupid mistakes time and again.

Of course, that might mean that I’d just start making a different kind of mistake, but I’m trying to stay positive.

In mentally reviewing my dating history, I have to agree that I do have a type.  The women I gravitate towards are younger, intelligent, witty, way too attractive for me, clearly have commitment issues, and get off on breaking my heart.

Now that I think about it, I really should find a new type of woman to date.

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherBring A Date Coach.  If you’re making the same mistakes repeatedly, maybe you shouldn’t be doing the play calling anymore.

It might be time to bring in a Date Coach to accompany you on your dates and call the shots.  This way, you can just focus on the execution, and your coach is right there to bark out advice or call a timeout if he sees that you’re about to fumble again.

The greatest athletes in the world have coaches.  Even though they are at the top of their game, they still look to someone for advice and direction.  Sure, it might be awkward to have a third person on a date, but I assure you that your companion will be grateful for that third wheel once you totally charm her and flawlessly execute your game plan.

Just make sure that if you hire a hands on coach, he knows to keep his hands the hell off of your date!  That’s one mistake I will definitely never make again.

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherStudy The Game Film.  We live in an amazing technological age that makes it easy to record everything.  So why don’t more people record their dates?  You wouldn’t even need to hire a crew.  Just use your cell phone, and maybe set up a second camera on a tripod somewhere for a wider shot to catch anything your phone might miss.

I don’t want to beat the athlete comparison to a pulp, but jocks religiously study game film.  When you’re in the heat of the moment, you just react instinctively.  You might not even remember doing something or why you did it.

By going back to study the film of your date, you will see exactly what you did, and then have the opportunity to analyze every aspect of the evening.

If you’ve followed my previous piece of advice, you’ll have your Date Coach in the film room with you to give you his invaluable input as well.

Your memory might fool you, but the tape never lies.  Watch it, break it down, learn your tendencies, and then come up with a game plan to cut out the mistakes next time.

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherGet Brainwashed.  Maybe the reason you make the same mistakes over and over is because your brain is wired to act and react in a very specific way.  For all you know, you could have no choice in the matter, and every time a certain situation arises, you will respond to it in the exact same way.

That could be a problem with genetics, the way you were raised, or the fear of God put into you by the Nuns at a very young age.

The only way to fix this one is to reboot.  You’ve got to allow yourself to be brainwashed so you can teach your gray matter to send out different signals in every situation.

I would not recommend your allowing an amateur to brainwash you, nor would I ever tell you to try to do this yourself.  Trust the professionals, Modern Philosophers.  The government has skilled agents trained in brainwashing.  It’s about time the government did something for you for a change!

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherGo Full Groundhog Day.  Everyone has seen the movie Groundhog Day, so this reference should not need much explanation.

Bill Murray wanted Andie MacDowell very badly, but kept making the same mistakes repeatedly in his pursuit of her.

So, he hired a Dating Coach (in this case, it was the local celebrity groundhog), who suggested a whole new approach to dating her.

Bill resorted to the extreme strategy of living the same day over and over until he cut out the mistakes and lived that day perfectly.  He’d review the date films every day, learn from his mistakes, and adjust his game plan.

Eventually, he got the girl and the rest of us got six more weeks of Winter.

Reliving the same day until you make it through the date without a mistake is intense, but if you really want to do it right, you’ve got to be this committed!

dating tips, life hacks, relationships, learning from your mistakes, humor, Modern PhilosopherGet Married.  This one is even more extreme than the Groundhog Day option, and should really only be used as a last resort.  I’m dead serious.

If you simply cannot stop making the same dating mistakes no matter how hard you try, then maybe you should just get married.

Now all your mistakes will be marital ones.

Sure, the consequences of your errors now could be much more severe, but at least you solved that annoying problem of constantly screwing up your dates.  There’s always a silver lining if you look hard enough.

I hope these dating tips help.  If they don’t, keep in mind you were already making these mistakes, so you’re no worse off than when you started!

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Trump’s Exile: Destination Dagobah

Trumpcare, GOP Healthcare Plan defeated, Donald Trump, Obamacare, politics, humor, Star Wars, Dagobah, Modern PhilosopherHappy Friday, Modern Philosophers!

It might be snowing in Maine on the first Friday of Spring, but there was good news from Washington, DC today…

The GOP’s new healthcare plan, aka Trumpcare aka RepublicansDon’tCare, didn’t make it past Congress.

Many will see this as a victory for the American people, a crushing defeat for President Trump, and a sign that the country is moving in the right direction.

Perhaps it is now only a matter of time before President Trump is exiled so that sanity can prevail.

But where will he be sent?  Napoleon was exiled to Elba, but I don’t think that is far enough away to satisfy most Americans.  Plus, I don’t even want to think about what would happen if Trump and Napoleon’s Ghost got together and began to plot their comebacks.

Which made me realize that we have the perfect topic for this week’s visit to the Friday Night Think Tank…

This week’s topic:  To where should Donald Trump be exiled once the American people come to their senses and realize there’s a much easier way to make America great again?

Trumpcare, GOP Healthcare Plan defeated, Donald Trump, Obamacare, politics, humor, Star Wars, Dagobah, Modern PhilosopherTo be honest, I don’t think there’s any place on the planet that would suffice as a proper place of exile for the man sometimes known as Darth Orange, Modern Philosophers.

I think Trump needs to be sent to a destination far, far away.  A place where he can ramble on and on until he’s blue in the face and no one will be able to hear him.

Plus, the place shouldn’t have internet access so he can’t harass us via Twitter.

I’ve searched both my feelings and my Deep Thoughts, and I believe Trump should be exiled to Dagobah.

If it was good enough for Yoda, then it’s certainly good enough for Trump.  That misty, swampy, scary place that kept Master Yoda safe from the Empire should be perfect for keeping Americans safe from Donald Trump.

Do you like this idea, Modern Philosophers?

Like or like not, there is no Trump.

As long as we’re traveling through the Star Wars universe, I think that Hoth would be another suitable place of exile for the winner of the Electoral College.

Hoth, Trumpcare, GOP Healthcare Plan defeated, Donald Trump, Obamacare, politics, humor, Star Wars, Dagobah, Modern PhilosopherHoth is a lot like Maine, only you can’t get a decent whoopie pie, and there’s no chance of running into Stephen King on the street when you take your Tauntaun out for a spin between blizzards.

I think whatever the hell that is on the top of Trump’s should keep him warm enough, but the cold weather will keep him inside and prevent him from ever trying to escape.

He could pass the time by building a wall to try to keep out the cold, and he’d better hope whatever health plan he has at the time of exile covers frostbite.

It took the Empire a long time to find the Rebellion when it moved its base to Hoth, so I’m guessing Steve Bannon probably won’t be able to track down his master any time soon if we send him to the one planet that makes Maine look like the tropics.

Death Star, Trumpcare, GOP Healthcare Plan defeated, Donald Trump, Obamacare, politics, humor, Star Wars, Dagobah, Modern PhilosopherIf neither of those options are available for Trump’s exile, might I recommend the Death Star?

Nothing bad has ever happened to anyone who chose that space station as a place of residence, right?

Of course, we’d want to make sure the main weapon has been put out of commission, and that the Death Star is locked into one location from which it can never leave.

Those are three very solid options for Trump’s exile.  What did you have in mind?

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Tiny Cup Of Tea Makes Ya Wanna Pee

politics, government agencies, alternative facts, tea, humor, Modern PhilosopherMy favorite government agency, The Department Utilizing Statistics & Tables (DUST), has some unexpected time on its hands lately, Modern Philosophers.

As it turns out, President Trump and his administration prefer alternative facts and fake news to legitimate facts and figures.

The Agents of DUST wanted to make it clear that they were not asked to fact check the details surrounding the Massacre at Bowling Green, nor were they consulted on whether microwaves were being used as cameras by any government on the planet.

“At the moment, we’re not really doing anything official,” Dr. Jack Webb, DUST’s distinguished leader, informed this Modern Philosopher.  “There’s not much call for the facts these days from the Trump White House, so I’ve been keeping my staff sharp by conducting nationwide polls on random topics.”

Could you enlighten us on some of these test polls?

“Did you know that 93% of Americans believe that colonoscopies were first brought to this planet centuries ago by Aliens conducting anal probes?  Or that 63% of Americans believe that green M&Ms make you horny?”

I had to admit that I had no idea my fellow Americans thought this way.  However, I wasn’t as surprised by Dr Webb’s next set of facts.

“71% of Americans believe that Batman should marry Catwoman, while 87% think Superman could beat Batman in a fight even if he was only allowed to use Robin as a weapon and had to wear an eye patch.”

government agencies, politics, surveys, humor, Modern PhilosopherDr. Webb did admit, though, after sharing more humorous phone poll facts, that a member of the White House staff did contact him recently to commission a study.

“I can’t say who requested it, but she wanted to know if drinking the tiny cups of tea they serve in the West Wing would cause a person to have to urinate more frequently.”

Apparently, it’s a tradition to serve pots of tea in the White House throughout the day, and the tea cups are particularly small.

“With nothing better to do, we jumped on this research immediately,” Dr. Webb explained.  “We ran all sorts of tests on the White House tea, and then brewed dozens of different kinds of tea for comparison.  Our workday became a constant tea party, and I started to feel like I worked with a team of Mad Hatters.”

Inevitably, the super hydrated DUST staff came up with a little song to help them survive the perils of constant tea drinking in the name of science.

The catchiest line of the tune probably has to be: Tiny cup of tea, makes ya wanna pee.

“We’re scientists, researchers, government employees.  Not songwriters,” Dr. Webb offered in his staff’s defense.  “The truth of the matter is that drinking so much of that damn tea does make you have to pee constantly.  However, we found that to be true of all the kinds of tea, not just the one served to the White House staffers.”

So what did DUST tell the person who asked them to conduct the research?

“I asked her how many tiny cups of tea she drank a day, and she told me, with a straight face, probably about fifty,” Dr. Webb revealed.  “And with geniuses like that running our country, do we even need to wonder why America is in so much trouble?”

politics, government, the White House, tea, humor, Modern PhilosopherTiny cups of tea are served daily from 6:00am until 9:00pm in the West Wing of the White House.  Please be advised that the bathrooms in the West Wing are available strictly on a first come, first served basis.

Tiny cup of tea, makes ya wanna pee…

Writer’s note: This post is dedicated to my coworkers who put up with the ridiculous made up songs I serenade them with every afternoon around 3:00.

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Promising Pizza Progress

cooking, food, bachelor chef, humor, Modern PhilosopherOne thing I know for sure, Modern Philosophers, is that you’ll never catch me wearing a toga with “World’s Greatest Chef” emblazoned across the front.

It’s not that I’m a bad cook.  In fact, my generous waistline seems to indicate that I do a very good job of preparing delicious food.  I’ve been divorced for fourteen years now, and while J was definitely the head chef during our marriage, I’ve had to begrudgingly take over control of the Divorce Dude’s Diner.

Obviously, I haven’t starved to death.  My menu has slowly increased over the years as I’ve learned how to make more meals.  I almost always cook a big meal on Sunday that I can heat up after work all week, and I wouldn’t be afraid to prepare dinner for a friend.

Some nights, though, quick and easy is all I can handle.  Today was a particularly long day at work, so all I wanted to do was pop a frozen pizza in the oven when I returned to The House on the Hill.

Sounds simple enough, right?

Well….

The last time I made a frozen pizza, I kinda, sorta forget to remove the pie from the cardboard circle when I put it in the oven, and was lucky not to have started a fire.

cooking, food, bachelor chef, humor, Modern PhilosopherWhat’s that damn circle for anyway? I’ve always assumed it was to be used as a poor man’s cutting board on which to slice the pizza after it’s been cooked.  My friends, however, disagree and say it’s just there to keep the pizza from bending in the box.

But how in the world is a frozen pizza going to bend?  I dispute that theory!

Is it some sort of packaging crop circle added to the box by Aliens in an attempt to send us a message that our tiny minds cannot yet comprehend?

As you can see from the first photo, I made progress in the kitchen this week.  I actually remembered to remove the mysterious cardboard circle before sliding the pizza into the oven.

I posted the photo on Facebook, and one of my friends commented that by removing the cardboard, I just took away all the pizza’s flavor.

Ha!  I have such witty friends.

cooking, food, bachelor chef, humor, Modern PhilosopherIn the end, it was a tasty and easy to prepare meal.  Now I can just fall asleep on the couch watching TV.  The way life is supposed to be!

I hope you’ll all weigh in down in the comments section as to what you think is the purpose of the cardboard circle that comes with every frozen pizza.  We must get to the bottom of this mystery that has puzzled mankind for ages!

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