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digitalabdultech · 4 months ago
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PPT submission typically refers to the process of submitting a PowerPoint presentation, often as part of a project, assignment, or professional proposal...read more
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vafiverrcitation · 5 months ago
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seoworld1 · 1 year ago
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Unlocking SEO Potential: The Power of PPT Submission Sites
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Introduction:
In the realm of digital marketing, leveraging diverse platforms to enhance Search Engine Optimization (SEO) has become a cornerstone strategy for businesses aiming to boost their online presence. Among the myriad of techniques available, harnessing the potential of PowerPoint (PPT) submission sites has emerged as a dynamic avenue for driving traffic, increasing visibility, and fortifying brand authority. This article delves into the significance of PPT submission sites in the SEO landscape and elucidates how businesses can capitalize on this potent tool to elevate their online footprint.
Understanding PPT Submission Sites:
PPT submission sites serve as repositories where users can upload and share PowerPoint presentations on a myriad of topics ranging from business insights and educational content to creative designs and industry updates. These platforms boast significant domain authority (DA) and are frequented by a diverse audience, presenting an invaluable opportunity for businesses to amplify their reach beyond conventional SEO tactics.
The SEO Benefits of PPT Submission Sites:
Enhanced Visibility: By disseminating informative and visually compelling presentations across reputable PPT submission site such as SlideShare and AuthorStream, businesses can augment their online visibility and attract a broader audience segment.
Backlink Opportunities: Each presentation uploaded to these platforms offers the potential to embed backlinks directing viewers back to the company’s website or relevant landing pages. These high-quality backlinks serve as a testament to the website’s credibility and authority in the eyes of search engines, thereby bolstering its ranking in search results.
Diversification of Content: Incorporating PowerPoint presentations into the content marketing strategy diversifies the content portfolio, catering to varied audience preferences. This multifaceted approach not only fosters engagement but also fosters stronger brand recall and customer loyalty.
Social Sharing Amplification: PPT Sharing sites often integrate social sharing functionalities, enabling users to seamlessly distribute presentations across popular social media platforms. This amplifies the reach of the content, fostering organic sharing and engagement while driving traffic back to the source website.
Exposure to Niche Audiences: These platforms attract a diverse array of users seeking insights and information on specific topics. By tailoring presentations to cater to niche interests and industry verticals, businesses can effectively target and engage with their desired audience segments, fostering community engagement and thought leadership.
Best Practices for Effective PPT Submission:
Optimize Content: Craft visually appealing presentations that are both informative and aesthetically pleasing, incorporating relevant keywords, titles, and descriptions to optimise searchability.
Strategic Link Placement: Integrate strategically placed hyperlinks within the presentation content to direct traffic back to the website or specific landing pages.
Engagement Enhancement: Encourage audience interaction and engagement by incorporating interactive elements such as polls, quizzes, and calls-to-action (CTAs) within the presentation.
Consistency and Quality: Maintain consistency in branding and messaging across all presentations while adhering to high-quality standards in content creation and design.
Promotion and Distribution: Actively promote and distribute presentations across social media channels, email newsletters, and relevant online communities to maximise visibility and engagement.
Conclusion:
In an increasingly competitive digital landscape, the utilisation of PPT submission sites as a supplementary SEO strategy offers businesses a distinct advantage in bolstering their online presence, driving traffic, and fortifying brand authority. By leveraging these platforms effectively and adhering to best practices, businesses can unlock the full potential of PowerPoint presentations as a dynamic tool for enhancing SEO performance and achieving sustained growth in the digital sphere.
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seobacklinkshub · 2 years ago
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chibifox2002 · 6 days ago
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OH MY GOD AKZBSJDJDBSK!!! LOOK MA MY FIRST EVER SUBMISSION!
Also this is actually my favorite type of video ever!
The box moving the characters KILLS me XD
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bunji-enthusiast · 11 days ago
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(𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲) 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐭
Characters [Kissy Missy, Huggy Wuggy, Doey The Doughman]
Note || request: idk if you're taking requests but can you possibly do small fic of kissy, huggy, and doey getting affection for the first time by y/n / the player? Platonic head kisses, hugs, that sort of thing.
Why, yes my good fellow fan. I actually loved this, omfg.
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— Doey The Doughman
As an ex-employee of Playtime Co., you couldn’t shake the weight of your past. The haunting memories of the factory lingered in the back of your mind, yet there was something much deeper pressing at your heart. You had seen so much suffering over the years, and now, among the few survivors in this grim new world, you couldn't help but notice the vulnerable ones. Doey, especially.
The plump dough creature had been a beacon of hope for so many, but behind that friendly, playful demeanor, you recognized a burden. He held his group together, sacrificed his time, energy, and emotional well-being for those under his care in The Safe Haven. Even when it wasn’t necessary, he put on a brave face, especially with the overwhelming responsibility of leadership. You could see it in his eyes, that exhaustion. You suspected that he had once been a child under that appearance, his innocence hidden beneath layers of experience far beyond what a creature like him should bear.
For someone like Doey, affection was something foreign, something he rarely got, especially in such a harsh environment. Leadership had made him strong, but at the cost of his own peace. That was something only an empathetic soul like you could truly understand. You knew, deep down, that he needed care and compassion as much as anyone else. And though it was strictly platonic, affection might be the very thing that could allow him to heal — to feel like something more than the leader of a group of survivors.
One evening, after a long day of coordinating plans, you approached Doey in the quiet of the Safe Haven. He was sitting on a makeshift bench near the fire, his long, colorful arms resting at his sides, and his eyes fixed on the dim glow. His yellow, orange, and red dough belly pattern of three bendy arms seemed to ripple with the firelight.
You could see that he was tired, maybe even a little lonely, his mouth set in a soft frown. Without thinking, you moved closer, and a gentle but firm hand rested on his shoulder. He blinked, startled at first, before his eyes softened.
"Doey," you began softly, your voice uncharacteristically tender. "You’ve done so much for everyone. But you’ve been carrying this weight alone for too long."
He didn’t respond immediately, his hollow eyes looking at you through the holes in his doughy face. But there was a subtle shift, a small recognition that the burden he carried wasn’t unnoticed. You could feel the tension in him as if he was silently giving himself permission to let down his guard, just for a moment.
You kneeled beside him, reaching up to gently pat his head, careful not to be too forceful. The blue clay of his doughy scalp was soft, cool to the touch. He blinked again, this time with a hint of surprise, but you continued, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, a silent promise of care. The warmth you felt in the moment was something you hadn’t realized you needed, and perhaps, neither had he.
As you leaned back, Doey’s long orange arm slowly lifted, hesitating before it rested on your shoulder in return. You could tell he was processing the moment, unsure of how to respond, but you knew it wasn’t the kind of affection he was used to. He was a leader, after all — strong, unyielding, and often alone in his role.
But here, in the dimly lit corner of The Safe Haven, there was a quiet kind of peace. You could see the tension in his body gradually melt away. He needed this. He deserved this. After all, even the strongest of leaders were human, even if their form was a strange, colorful dough creature.
"Thank you," you murmured. "You don't have to carry it all on your own, Doey. We're all in this together."
For a moment, Doey said nothing, but the subtle shift in his expression spoke volumes. His holes, the makeshift eyes, softened as if a weight had lifted. And then, in a rare and tender gesture, he leaned toward you, wrapping his long yellow arm around your shoulder in a gentle embrace.
The warmth of his body, though made of dough, felt oddly reassuring. The hug wasn't tight or demanding, but it was everything he needed — a small, quiet moment of affection and support. It wasn’t about leadership, or strength, or the mission. It was simply about being there for each other.
You could feel his breath — or perhaps it was the absence of it — as he pulled away just slightly, his eyes meeting yours. "You're right," he finally said in his soft, humble voice. "I... I haven't been good at asking for help."
You smiled, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. “You don’t have to ask. Sometimes, it’s okay to just let others help you."
As the fire crackled in the background, you stayed close by Doey’s side, offering him the rarest of gifts — a moment of respite, of care. Just for tonight, he didn’t need to be a leader, a beacon of hope, or the one who carried the weight of so many. He could simply be Doey — the dough creature who deserved love, affection, and the safety of knowing someone had his back.
And for you, it was a reminder that even in the darkest of places, sometimes the best thing we can offer one another is warmth, care, and affection — the simple things that make us human, or in Doey’s case, something more than just an animated being. Something deserving of a gentle hug and a soft kiss on the head.
— Huggy Wuggy
It had been a long time since you had last seen Huggy Wuggy. The factory, now eerie and abandoned, had its haunting air, but there was something... different about it now. The silence that permeated the air had always felt oppressive, but as you ventured deeper, a strange sense of sadness washed over you.
The towering blue creature loomed before you in the dimly lit corridor. Huggy Wuggy stood there, as if waiting. His large black eyes stared at you, reflecting the remnants of something broken, something lost. His tall, slender frame seemed so out of place in the sterile halls of the factory, but it wasn’t his presence that made you pause—it was the unmistakable loneliness that seemed to emanate from him.
The thought had crossed your mind many times, especially after the encounters you had witnessed between him and others in this factory. Huggy Wuggy had been part of a long-lost project, a toy designed to spread love and affection, but something had gone horribly wrong. The violence he once displayed, the frenzy he brought upon anyone unlucky enough to cross his path, wasn’t his doing. It was the Prototype, manipulating him, turning his purpose of affection into something much darker.
You had made a decision—one that surprised even yourself.
The truce, strange as it was, had to mean something. The creature before you had been twisted by forces far beyond his control, but there was still a trace of the original Huggy inside. You didn’t want him to be just another victim of whatever twisted fate had led him down this path.
“Hey, Huggy,” you spoke softly, your voice breaking the quiet tension of the room. Huggy’s head tilted slightly, as if trying to understand what you were doing here.
You took a cautious step forward, your heart racing slightly. You had no idea how he would react. He had been hostile before—ferocious, even. But this time felt different. There was a hesitation in his movements, a kind of vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. Perhaps, after everything that had transpired, Huggy had found the small, flickering ember of his former self.
You slowly raised your hand, offering him an open gesture—an invitation. Huggy’s large yellow hands twitched, the velcro straps on his palms shifting as he examined your hand cautiously. His face, though monstrous and alien, held a certain curiosity now, as if unsure whether to accept or reject the kindness you were offering.
Gently, you stepped closer, placing your hand on his outstretched arm. It felt surprisingly warm, almost organic. Huggy froze, and you could feel his body tense as if ready to pull away. But you didn’t back down.
In a move that could have been considered a gesture of trust, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. It was a simple act—one that might have seemed odd to anyone else, but it was something that felt right in that moment. Huggy, the once terrifying creature, stood still, unsure of how to process the affection.
After a long pause, something shifted within him. He let out a low hum, almost as if responding to the touch. His large black eyes blinked slowly, as if digesting the sensation, and for a brief second, it felt as if time had stopped. The hostility that had once radiated from him seemed to fade, replaced by something almost... grateful.
You pulled back slightly, watching as Huggy lowered his head, almost as if in acknowledgment. It wasn’t much—just a small sign that the creature, so often feared and misunderstood, had been longing for the kind of kindness he had been created to offer.
Huggy’s response wasn’t immediate, but it wasn’t hostile either. Instead, he took a step closer, his large frame towering over you. He didn’t try to grab you or threaten you. He simply knelt down, lowering himself to your level. And then, with a gentle motion that seemed so foreign to his nature, he wrapped his long arms around you in a hug. It was awkward, almost clumsy, as if he wasn’t entirely sure how to hold you without causing harm. But it was there—a gentle, almost tender embrace.
You held on for a moment, a quiet smile creeping onto your face. This—this was what Huggy had been meant for. Not to be a monster, but to offer comfort, to be the source of warmth and affection he had been designed to be before everything had gone wrong.
It felt like a small victory. The kind of victory that didn’t come from defeating an enemy, but from giving someone, or something, the chance to be seen as more than what they had become.
Huggy’s large head nuzzled gently against your shoulder. Despite everything that had happened in this twisted factory, in this place of nightmares, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace.
“Thank you, Huggy,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”
For a brief moment, the factory seemed less ominous, less dangerous. Huggy, the creature who had once been a source of terror, now simply wanted to be understood. And for once, in this forsaken place, you understood him.
You stepped back from the hug, your hands resting on his shoulders as you gave him a reassuring smile. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Maybe, just maybe, Huggy Wuggy could find his way back to the love he was once meant to give.
As you turned to leave, you glanced back one last time at the towering blue creature, now seemingly at peace, standing alone in the quiet, broken factory. The path ahead of you was uncertain, but for the first time in what felt like forever, you knew there was a chance for redemption—even for Huggy Wuggy.
And in the end, that was all that mattered.
— Kissy Missy
The factory loomed around you like an old, haunted memory, every creak and groan a whisper of its long, forgotten past. The shadows seemed to stretch for miles, the dim flicker of lights casting eerie silhouettes against the walls. But amidst this endless labyrinth, there was something — or rather, someone — you couldn’t shake from your mind.
Kissy Missy.
When you first encountered her, she had been a tragic figure, caught in the aftermath of violence and destruction. She had once been part of something grand, a cheerful toy meant to bring joy. Yet, years of abandonment, trauma, and violence had altered her. Despite her kindness, there was a depth of sadness within her. She had seen horrors that no one should have to bear, and now, she wandered the empty halls, looking for solace in the rubble.
You had grown fond of her over time, not just as a comrade in this strange and dangerous world but as a friend. And you knew, perhaps more than anyone, that even the toughest souls needed affection sometimes.
That night, as you walked through the cold, empty corridors of the factory, your thoughts turned back to her. Kissy Missy was injured. You could see the physical toll the factory had taken on her, the scars on her body from an unknown attacker, and the burns marking her face. But there was something else, something you could sense. Her spirit, too, had been wounded, battered by years of loneliness and violence.
You stopped in front of her quarters, the heavy door creaking as you pushed it open. She was there, slumped against the far wall, her large, dark eyes tired but still holding a glimmer of something — something hopeful, something good.
She didn’t notice you at first, her gaze distant. But you didn’t need to say anything. She’d always understood. Slowly, you moved toward her, kneeling down to her level. For a moment, you simply gazed at her, taking in her delicate features and the softness that still remained beneath the layers of pain and exhaustion.
“Kissy…” you said gently, your voice carrying the weight of unsaid things. She turned toward you slowly, her gaze meeting yours with a quiet recognition. She didn’t smile, but there was a flicker of relief in her eyes — she had been waiting, perhaps without even knowing it, for this moment.
Without thinking, you reached out, your hand softly resting on her shoulder. The warmth of your touch was met with a long, almost imperceptible sigh from her. It was as though she had been holding her breath for too long, and finally, someone had come to release her from the tension of it all.
You didn’t speak, not just yet. Instead, you simply gave her a gentle squeeze, a comforting touch that she had long since forgotten. Her eyelids fluttered, and she leaned into it, just slightly, her head dipping to rest against your hand.
The gesture was so simple, yet in it was everything. It was the kindness she hadn’t known in years, the warmth she had been starved of, the affection she so desperately needed but never dared to ask for.
Without a word, you stood up and moved behind her, pressing your palm against the back of her head, urging her forward into a soft embrace. You could feel the tension in her body, the slight tremble as she tried to stay strong, but she gave in. She allowed herself to be held for a moment, to be taken out of the nightmare of the factory, even if just for a brief while.
It was quiet — just the two of you in that forgotten place. You could hear the faint hum of the factory’s systems, the distant echoes of machinery, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that, for once, Kissy Missy wasn’t alone.
As you stood there, holding her, your mind wandered to all the things she had gone through. The years of isolation. The horror of the massacre. The unrelenting loneliness. It was no wonder she had become the way she was — strong, silent, fierce in her resolve. But beneath all of that, there was a heart that longed for connection, for love, for someone to show her that she still mattered.
You kissed the top of her head gently, a small gesture of affection, your lips brushing the soft, pink fur of her hair. It wasn’t romantic; it was something deeper, something more human. It was a promise — a promise that she wasn’t forgotten, that she wasn’t some abandoned, discarded thing left to rot in the depths of the factory.
The slight weight of her head against your chest was a silent confirmation that she understood. You weren’t going to leave her alone in this place. You wouldn’t let her carry the burden of her past by herself.
For a long while, you stayed like that. The world outside seemed distant, and all that mattered in that moment was the fragile creature in your arms. You could feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she took a deep, steadying breath, and you knew, for just a fleeting moment, she felt safe.
When you finally pulled back, you didn’t leave her side. Instead, you sat beside her, your shoulder against hers, offering your presence as a reminder that she wasn’t forgotten. She looked at you, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, there was something resembling peace in her eyes.
In the quiet of that factory, you promised yourself that no matter what horrors lay ahead, Kissy Missy would never face them alone. And that, for all the trauma she had endured, she could still find a little bit of warmth, a little bit of comfort in this broken world.
You didn’t have to say it aloud. She knew. And for now, that was enough.
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cxlrose · 2 years ago
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hehehe since my teacher has nothing left to teach (as in, we completed all of the topics and all that already) she gave us a rlly fun activity and its to basically nerd out about your favorite game HEKLWHDFK
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adfusion · 2 months ago
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Top Features That Make PPT Submission Site Stand Out
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When choosing PPT submission sites, certain features can make a significant difference in your experience. Look for platforms with user-friendly interfaces, seamless upload options, and strong security measures to protect your presentations. Features like real-time collaboration, analytics, and the ability to customize privacy settings also enhance the platform's value.
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digitalprocess · 3 months ago
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PPT submission sites are online platforms where users share presentations to promote content, enhance SEO, and gain audience engagement.
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amarthakurin · 8 months ago
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90+ PPT Sharing Sites List
Share your slides for free on websites like slideshare_net, issuu_com and on many more websites.
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sureshnathanael · 2 years ago
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PDF Submission Sites List: Boost Your SEO Efforts
In today’s digital age, search engine optimization (SEO) plays a crucial role in improving the visibility and ranking of websites. One effective strategy to enhance your SEO efforts is by leveraging PDF submission sites. PDF submission allows you to share valuable content in the form of PDF documents on various platforms, gaining backlinks and increasing your online presence. In this article, we…
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vafiverrcitation · 5 months ago
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High-Impact Image Submission Service for Enhanced Online Reach Amplify your image’s visibility with our comprehensive submission service. We’ll distribute your images across top platforms, ensuring maximum exposure and boosting your online profile.
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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months ago
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one of my favorite genres of youtube content is just people doing hear me outs with their friends like ppt style. or reacting to submissions. like people being like LISTEN LISTEN about stuff they find hot is so funny to me. giggling and kicking my feet
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anexperimentallife · 2 years ago
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If you're a writer, you don't need MS Word or MS Office. I formatted every manuscript I've ever submitted in Libre Office or its predecessor--and yes, that includes submissions to places that only accept MS Word format, because Libre Office does that format just fine.
Libre Office is free, easy, open source, and customizable. It runs on Windows, Linux, Mac, and there's even a version for Android.
Most of us don't get paid much to begin with; don't waste your money on Microsoft when there's a free tool (actually multiple free tools--Libre is just my favorite) that will do the job just fine.
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coartremix · 9 months ago
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How do we view the submissions so we can decide which ones we hope to claim?
A preview ppt was sent on the fifth! Let me know if you didn’t get it.
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mkt-magnovite-2024 · 1 year ago
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Fresh? Healthy? Safe? – Just a joke! 
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The vibrant glow of Frooti, the fizzy pop of Bindu Fizz, the golden promise of frozen fries and smiley faces. These products, marketed heavily towards children and teenagers, hold a certain allure. But beneath the flashy packaging and catchy jingles lies a harsh reality: these foods are detrimental to our health.
Frooti
There have been instances from the past few months that the juice inside of tetra packs turns into jelly, the consumers have recorded and uploaded the videos on social media platforms and till date frooti continues to sing “Mango Frooti, Fresh and Juicy”.
Bindu Fizz – a factory of sugar 
The product claims that if quenches thirst and relieves acidity inside after the consumer eats junk.
Recently, there was a survey done which showed that one bottle of Bindu fizz consists sugar that an average consumer should not consume in a day. But shamingly they are saying 
“Cool toh bindu hai.”
Smilies and Fries 
Frozen fries and smiley faces are deep-fried in unhealthy fats, increasing cholesterol levels, and raising the risk of stroke and heart disease. Each serving of frozen fries can contain up to 17 grams of fat, nearly half the daily recommended intake for adults.
That means in one serving they are consuming double the number of calories they should.
Yet with no utter disguise they sing “fresh Banega baat banegi.”
Frozen Meat
Frozen meat products are often loaded with sodium, contributing to high blood pressure and kidney problems. Processed meats like chicken nuggets and hot dogs can contain up to 500 mg of sodium per serving, exceeding the recommended daily intake for adults.
Yet again your product sells under the tagline of “Juicy, Delicious… Must be Licious!”
Task at Hand
Your company is the manufacturer of all these products, you are the CMO of this company. Now your task is to re-brand all these products so that you can provide more value for the customers to save the deteriorating image for the same.
Deliverables
1) PPT (Detailed description of future products and services, Rebranding Budget, CSR activities)
2) New (Logo, Tagline & Poster) for each product.
3) Instagram Handle
Submission Time : 1:15 PM
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