#Skeeter Boats

[devilboydogman]

"Do you fantasize about killing me?"

"No, Dr. Lecter... I actually fantasize about making out with you sloppy style on a fishing boat on Lake Michigan while we get our asses bit by skeeters in the summertime, and then I teach you how to properly tie fly hooks because you did a piss poor job of it last time. I mean, really, what kinda fish is gonna bite the kind of shit you put on that? Sure, the craftmanship was real good, but the material was god awful. Fucking human teeth. How did you even manage that, Dr. Lecter. A fish ain't gonna want to bite that. Fucking idiot."

[bitkahuna]

“I beat the second challenge.”

“Fuck you.” Ron laughed, taking deep breaths.

“The others will probably be back soon.”

Multiple reporters descended upon him, rowing their boats closer to the docks in order to get a scoop on the fastest competitor and Boy Who Lived. Picture after picture was taken of his charming smile amongst the partial mer-features as he bobbed in the water. He didn’t notice the way the flashes of cameras shrank his pupils to slits. The question that rang out was how the hell he did it so quickly. But he insisted that he was lucky enough to pick the right direction and swam much quicker than the rest with his webbed appendages.

Another asked about a recent exposé on Hagrid, in which it was “revealed” that he is half-giant.

Wrong question. Harry’s known for a while that he can only use innocence and tears for so long. If he’d learned anything from Knockturn Alley, it was that any given ploy for innocence has a time limit, and frankly Harry knew that he would always be underestimated. He didn’t have to keep playing the innocent. He was growing older. There were enough front-page pictures of his injuries to prove he was not innocent. If Rita Skeeter wanted to publish private conversation about his new piercings, then fine, maybe this was the beginning of a new era for Harry Potter.

Harry put on a bit of a confused smile. “Oh, well, yes. I’ve found it very concerning that people were surprised by that. They say not enough people get their eyes checked and that more people could do with glasses than actually wear them. I find it a wonderful public service campaign on the importance of getting your eyes checked.”

He heard Ron, still laying on the docks above him, let out a surprised laugh at the cheek.

“But what about the dangers?”

Harry smiled to himself as spite broiled inside of him. This was a radio reporter. They were live.

Perfect.

“To make sure I understand,” he began, letting his Siren charm leak out of him. His charms, he’d noticed, made him much more well-spoken, and if he is going to kill the public attention on Hagrid, he’s got to do it in one hit, and he has to make it hurt. “One of the gentlest and kindest men I’ve ever met, the faithful groundskeeper of Hogwarts who teaches students how to make magical animal friends, is outed for being half-giant, despite it already having been very obvious, and people are now concerned for the safety of students?”

The reporter swallowed, feeling as though he was about to somehow give the wrong answer. “Yes?”

“The backlash against Dementors made sense and gave Dumbledore the support he needed to convince the Ministry to call them off. But now, you’re concerned for the man who stood between students and Dementors on multiple occasions and has a history of protecting students these last few years. If you want to show concern for the safety of students, show concern for a danger that is real. I just fought a dragon. There are students down there who may or may not be drowning. And you’re concerned over the obvious half-giant who has been groundskeeper for years without incident? It doesn’t sound like you’re worried for students, it just sounds like you don’t like giants.“

Above him, Ron let out a soft laugh. He’d never understood how Harry dealt with the media circus. How that charming smile was second-nature to him. Of course, he had no idea it came from years of practice hiding signs of abuse. But in this moment, hearing his friend defend Hagrid in such a well-spoken and absolute manner. He got it.

The redhead sat up, shooting the reporter a grin. “Harry doesn’t like bullies.”

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[tedwardremus]

Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?

For @nena-96 I hope you enjoy another Romione story just for you

The Hogwarts boathouse was a quiet place, isolated and often forgotten by the bustling students and staff of the castle. It currently served as Hermione’s refuge from the overwhelming anonymous letters she had received in reaction to Skeeter’s horrid article and the flood of emotions that had consumed her. She sat on the wooden bench of one of the row boats, the cold seeping through her robes, her face wet with tears. In her hands, she clutched the latest pile of hate mail. They were letters filled with spiteful words, accusing her of breaking Harry's heart by dating Viktor Krum.

Hermione wondered if the people who wrote these venomous letters realized that an actual human being—a teenage girl, no less—received and read them. She doubted they did. The anonymity of the senders seemed to embolden their cruelty. She let the letters fall into the water with a heavy sigh, watching them dissolve and disappear.

“Hey,” came a familiar voice from behind her.

Hermione turned around, startled to see Ron standing there. “How did you find me?” 

“Took a look at Harry’s map, didn’t I?” he replied with a slight grin. “It’s good for more than just sneaking around.”

Hermione managed a weak smile in response. Ron’s presence was a comfort she didn’t know she needed. He walked over and sat beside her in the boat, the wooden structure creaking slightly under his weight.

“I don’t get it,” Ron said after a moment of silence, looking out at the dark water. “Why waste time responding to a gossip column? Everyone knows they just make up shit to sell more papers. People are idiots.”

Hermione just shook her head at Ron's bluntness. “I know I shouldn’t let them get to me. I’m being silly.”

“Hey, Hermione,” Ron said, glancing up from the water to look at her.

“Yes, Ron?” she replied, curious.

“Do you know why grindylows like fast rivers?” he asked in a serious tone.

Hermione shook her head, a bit confused about the change of subject. “No, why?”

“Because they get swept away!” Ron winked at her.

Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips despite herself. “That was terrible, Ron.”

“But it made you smile, didn’t it?” Ron said, nudging her gently with his elbow.

“Yes, it did,” Hermione admitted, laughing softly. “Thank you, Ron. You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Well, that’s what friends are for, right?” Ron said with a lopsided smile. He reached out and gently took her hand. “Don’t let those idiots get to you, Hermione. You’re amazing, and anyone who can’t see that isn’t worth your time.”

For a moment, Hermione was struck by how sweet and considerate Ron could be despite his usual bravado and occasional thoughtlessness. Moments like these made her realize how much he had gone out of his way to take care of the people in his life. The people he cared about. She was so lucky to be one of those people.

“Thank you, Ron,” she said softly, squeezing his hand.

“Anytime,” Ron replied, his ears turning slightly pink. “Now, how about we get out of here and find something to eat? I’m starving.”

Hermione laughed again, feeling a little lighter. “You’re always hungry, Ron.”

“Well, I’m a growing boy, I need my energy,” he said, helping her to her feet.

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Blake Shelton - Stay Country Or Die Tryin' Lyrics | AZLyrics.com

Blake Shelton Lyrics

"Stay Country Or Die Tryin'"

Yeah

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop Boots ain't ever seen easy street Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast a star drops Roots run deep in this family tree

Ooh-ooh, bust your ass, still won't make a killin' Ooh-ooh, it's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God, we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut Till the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin'

I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pine box Sure as hell ain't scared to go I'm a hardheaded God, fearin' man from the boondocks Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone

Ooh-ooh, bible, and an almanac up on the shelf Ooh-ooh, Daddy prayed for rain, Momma prayed for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God, we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut Till the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin' Woo!

Ooh-ooh, baptize me where the waters real muddy Ooh-ooh, wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue flyin' high at the farm To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn Where the magnolias bloom, there's a lab on the lawn Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John In God, we trust Detroit, we rust Redneck letter testifyin' From the born in the cut Till the day that I'm dust I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Or die tryin'

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 19th October

I'm constantly surprised by just how popular country music actually is in the UK charts. Like, it's not a genre I associate with wide-scale British listenership, and on a personal level, it's not one I have any instinctive love or hatred of. I like some of it, I don't like other songs. I don't feel particularly strongly about it, either way, though it's not music I'll often choose to listen to. And yet, here we are.

Please Help Me, I'm Falling - Hank Locklin (peaked at Number 9)

This is the most country song. I feel like if you distilled everything "country", you'd get something a bit like this. There's lots of vaguely bluesy, plaintive wailing, a strong Southern twang to Hank's voice, backing fiddles and what sounds like banjo, and even some vaguely religious lyrics. It's slick, and it's sweet, but it's not quite that lush, pop-styled production that you also seem to get at this point - it's kept its country-ness, and honestly, I think the song's the better for it? It certainly makes it feel more distinct from everything else we've been hearing lately.

I also think there's an interesting nuance to the lyrics, as Hank sings about the feeling of falling in love, but from the perspective of a man who's already in a committed relationship, hence the repeated call for his love to close the door to temptation don't let me walk through / Turn away from me darling I'm begging you to. This isn't in and of itself too wild - you could imagine a song with the same premise today - but the interesting twist is that Hank's current relationship sounds like it isn't actually satisfying him, all that much. I belong to another whose arms have grown cold, he sings, but I promised forever to have and to hold. You heard that right! It's a song about honouring your marriage vows, even when that marriage is hard. Which I think is honestly a really unusual, intersting take - it would be one think if Hank was singing about the good stuff he was giving up by cheating on his current woman. But this is about integrity, more than anything, and about keeping your word. It speaks of a world where divorce was perhaps less common, or at least less socially acceptable, particularly in religious circles - because Hank is speaking in explicitly religious terms, now, in the second half of the song, again singing about how cheating would be sin / Close the door to temptation don't let me walk in. Which is just such an interesting way to inject a bit of tension and tragedy into the song. I think regardless of your views on divorce, Hank probably comes off quite sympathetically, here, as a man of principle, albeit one who recognises his own weaknesses and predilections.

Amazingly, the song got an answer, the same year, sung by one Skeeter Davis, titled I Can't Help You (I'm Falling Too). Which I mention here, because it does add even more nuance, as Skeeter sings about her side of it. The song's almost an identical steal from Hank, but I like that she also doesn't try to suggest that Hank just ignore his wedding vows - she's clear that he can't be hers, but it doesn't mean she loves him any less. Taken together, it's a picture of two lovers tragically separated by Hank's loveless marriage: we could never be happy, she sings, living in sin / Our love's a temptation / But we just can't win. There's a real melancholy to that, a sort of acknowledgement of lost possibilies. And I also like how she rejects the idea that she can help - she's in the same boat as him, the burden of helping him not to be tempted can't fall solely on her. I don't know, just feels like there's a lot of shades of gray all round. I like it.

I really did enjoy this one! I didn't expect to when it started - like I said, country's not a genre that I always enjoy, and this seemed like the most stereotypical, mopey country out there. But I was won over by the unusual situation in the lyrics, and the focus it creates on the need for integrity for doing the honourable thing, even if that creates a tragic situtation down the line.

Favourite song of the refreshingly principled bunch: Please Help Me, I'm Falling

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2021 Skeeter ZXR20 250 HP Yamaha. Dual console Minn Kota Ultrex 36v. 2 Humminbird units, and Garmin with Livescope!

[poke-entomology]

(continued from last post, Skeeter and Cindy, their self appointed rival, had just concluded their battle. Their first since visiting Alola! And unfortunately, not their last...)

"No fair! That's totally unfair! How is that wimpy little thing stronger than MY specially trained by the FINEST experts?!?" Before the bratty "former" actress goes off on yet another tirade, I raise a hand.

"So fer starters, pokemon ain't tools. Ya can't expect em ta fight the same way every singe lime, especially if you ain't even the one who's been trainin em. My pal Cheer, we've fought together loads over the years, so we can rightly expect what the other wants ta do in a fight.

And two, ya kept spamming "Return" on a pokemon that clearly don't like ya."

*gasp* "How dare! My little Togi LOVES me! You just cheated! Ooh, just wait, this won't go the same way next time we meet!"

Oh great, she's planning to follow me. Well, here's hoping they give that Togepi of theirs some actual training and not just pushing them off on some poor intern like back in Unova.

Anyways, I've still got my vacation to think about. Also need to pick up Raquaza (Caterpie) from his visit over by the Kahuna. Something about them flirting with a Gorybess on the boat ride over and not wanting to leave? Ah well, what can ya do, should have the little Romeo all calmed down by the time I get back to town.

[brv-priestess]

Well maintained 2019 Skeeter FX21 with only 104 hours! Ready to hit the water!

[intricateink]

Rita sat back in her chair, a teasing glint in her green eyes as she savored his words, as if they were the richest of chocolates melting on her tongue. The soft candlelight danced in those eyes, revealing a depth that, although often overlooked due to her flamboyant appearance and reputation, was one of her most powerful tools.

"Severus, dear, you do keep things delightfully complex, don't you?" Her voice was smooth, as if she were confiding a secret, yet her tone was light, playful. She lifted her glass, her red lips curling into a seductive smirk as she caught his eye. "Pureblood society romances… Now, that's a tale the masses would simply adore."

She chuckled lightly, her gaze steady on him as she acknowledged his allusion to his potions. His attempt to paint her as a potential consumer was almost amusing to her. This was, after all, part of the game they both seemed to enjoy.

"The allure of your potions is indeed intriguing, Severus. The idea of using them to untie reluctant tongues or to blur the lines of truth," she continued, echoing his own words back to him. "But alas," she lifted her shoulders in a delicate shrug, a coy smile playing on her lips, "I find that I have my own methods of persuasion that serve me quite well." And as the matter of antidote? Rita didn’t acknowledge if she would ever need it, yet tucking the option to the back of her mind, should she ever face interrogation by the Ministry.

She did not need to tell him that her Quick-Quotes Quill had been both her sword and shield in the battlefield of journalism. They both knew the stakes here. It was an unspoken understanding, an essential element of their dance.

But this was not the moment for battles. This was a moment to let the conversation drift, like a boat on a moonlit lake. So, Rita redirected her focus, steering it towards a more personal territory.

"Do continue, Severus," she encouraged, the sparkle in her eyes dimming into something more tender. "I'm intrigued by your recent rise among the purebloods. And 'matters of the heart', you say?" she added, a suggestive lilt in her voice. "You must know, dear, that love stories have a way of capturing hearts and headlines."

Pausing for a moment, she leaned slightly towards him, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I am certain there are ladies who have noticed a man of your particular...talents. And if one has captured your heart, well, that's an irresistible story that could inspire many."

She continued to hold his gaze, a predatory yet elegant cat playing with a mouse. There was still the tempting whisper of Hogwarts in the back of her mind, but for now, she was content to draw this moment out, to revel in the game they played. She knew the secret to a good story was patience, and Rita Skeeter was nothing if not a good storyteller.

@halfblxxdprinc3

Rita's eyes gleamed with delight as she effortlessly parried Severus' challenge. She wasn't one to be deterred easily, especially by a man who seemed to take pleasure in trying to resist her charms. Rita tilted her head playfully, her voice rich with insinuation. "Now, now, Mr. Snape," she purred, "there's no need to be so dramatic. Though the thought of you begging on your knees is certainly... captivating." Her lips curled into a sly smile as she continued, "But I assure you, my curiosity extends far beyond the mere flutter of my eyelashes." As Severus offered her a glimpse of his journal, Rita feigned interest in the notes, all the while seeking a chance to unearth something more valuable. "Your creativity and intelligence never cease to amaze me, darling," she cooed, the flattery flowing smoothly. "It's truly remarkable how you're able to innovate in the world of potions." Rita's gaze locked with his, her expression a masterful blend of innocence and cunning. "You know, Severus, I've always cherished our little exchanges," she said softly, her voice a gentle caress. "It's rare to find a connection as unique and special as ours." She took a small, measured sip of her drink, allowing the moment to linger, knowing full well the delicate dance they were engaged in. "Speaking of connections," she continued, her tone casual yet laced with curiosity, "your friendship with Lucius Malfoy has always intrigued me. I can't help but wonder what sort of interesting conversations you two might share." Leaning in ever so slightly, Rita added, "With your extensive network, it's hard not to ponder what tidbits you might have picked up during your time away." Her voice was as silky as ever, but there was a subtle hint of a question, a delicate attempt to coax even the smallest morsel of information from him. It was a dance, a skill that Rita had honed, and she knew the art of being coy in her pursuit of a story. She was patient, savouring the game, and confident that, in time, she would have the tidbit she sought.

______

As the label 'Mr. Snape' slipped past Rita's lips, something in Severus felt a pang of guilt and disgust wash over him momentarily. Usually, adding that prefix meant someone was regarding his father. His filthy Muggle father. However, Severus didn't allow any of this to show on his countenance, always keeping up his mask. Besides, he knew Ria would be looking for his reaction to her comment. To which, Severus only arched a brow in response to her sly smile.

Her feigned interest spoke volumes. At least now, her curiosity about his journal was sated, and wouldn't have to open to other pages scribbled over with his inner thoughts put from pen to paper. He closed the little book, "I would surmise that someone like you would have a need for a couple of them. The ones that blur lines to get truth. Or perhaps the antidote?" he questioned, wondering in the back of his mind if Rita was ever interrogated for information based off her articles.

When their gazes locked and Rita explained how she 'cherished' their connection, Severus took a sip from his drink. Before, it was rather easy to give tidbits of information here and there. But now, after the latest development, there was nothing Snape wanted to share about that time. Instead, he knew, he would have to provide something a bit more personal. And as she asked about his friend, Severus sat back and folded his hands together, "As of late, it's been mostly about how I've come up in Pureblood society and prospects with 'matters of the heart', one could say." and hoped that was a thread she could mingle on for a moment's time before the next big story were to come out.

@intricateink

[bigbullyoutoors]

Tarpon season in full swing across SWFL

[brettbowden]

By David Dellenbaugh - https://www.speedandsmarts.com/  Strategy and Tactics - WEBinars Presented by Speed & Smarts Dave will be leading three new webinars during the US winter and spring of 2024/2025. Each of these will include four live sessions geared toward a wide range of racing boats and sailors. For more info or to register click here. Getting a Feel For Steering The beauty of a hand on the helm is the control and the unmistakable power of feel. When it feels right, it feels fast.    Telltales are an excellent guide for steering in the groove upwind. You can shift gears within the groove by subtly varying the position of the windward telltales. I had a chance to go iceboating for the first time a couple of months ago but I didn’t understand how anyone could sail without seeing wind on the water. After two days of scooting around in Nites and Skeeters on Wisconsin’s Lake Geneva, I learned that “feel” is everything. The only way to tell how high or low you can steer is by feeling the wind pressure on the rig and the speed of the boat going over the ice. It’s amazing how sensitive you become to these when you can’t rely on normal visual clues. In many ways, steering a “water” boat is like steering an iceboat. It requires a sensitive touch. Steering is, by definition, the technique of guiding a boat from one point to another. It’s a fine art that requires practice, concentration, and the ability to experience a boat almost as an extension of yourself. In order to go fast, you have to use a combination of rudder, weight and sail trim whenever you deviate from a straight line. Steering Upwind Steering a boat upwind has always been one of my favourite parts of sailing. One important thing is to sit (or stand) in a good place. Position yourself as high off the water, as far forward, and as far outboard as possible. This will give you the best view of your sails, the waves in front of your boat, and the rest of the racecourse. Be sure you are comfortable, so you minimize distractions and maximize your attention span. Once you’ve settled into a “batting stance,” you’re ready to start looking around and driving. To steer fast, you must assimilate information from several sources. Let’s discuss some of the guides you can use: Jib telltales: This is where I look most often when steering upwind. Like a lot of helmsmen, I probably depend too much on this single source of information. But telltales are a very good indication of how close I am sailing to the wind. By watching the exact position of the windward telltales, I have a clear idea of whether I am slightly pinching, slightly footing, or sailing a normal upwind angle (see diagram). Remember that easing or trimming the jib will affect the telltales; also, if you’re watching only the lower telltales, you may be misled if they are breaking differently from those at the top part of the sail. The angle of heel: A lot of good sailors steer by watching and feeling how much the boat heels. They find a heel angle that feels fast, then steer to maintain that angle (and the corresponding amount of weather helm). The easiest way to keep track of the heel is by watching the angle that your forestay makes with the horizon. Using heel angle is actually another way to gauge how close you are sailing to the wind; the higher you head, the less you heel, and vice versa. Instruments: Get a feel for steering If your boat has instruments, one of your priorities should be to post target speeds for each wind velocity within easy sight of the helmsperson or tactician. These are helpful for knowing whether you should steer the boat faster or slower or lower or higher) at any given time. Be sure to mount your boat speed readout (and other important instruments) on the mast or in a location where it is easy to read while looking forward. That way you can simultaneously watch the instruments, telltales, waves and angle of heel without looking away. Look outside the boat: It’s a good idea to make sure someone is always assigned to watch for puffs, lulls, waves and flat spots. Anticipating a change in conditions is key for steering. It lets you know whether you will have to head up for a puff or head off to punch through waves. On small boats, the lookout is usually the skipper; on larger boats, it might be the tactician. Communication should include comments like, “There’s a puff coming in 20 seconds” or “Two steep waves in a boat length.” Make sure these are loud enough for both the helmsperson and sail trimmers to hear. Steering technique depends a good deal on how you’re moving relative to other boats. I like to have one crewmember (it could be the lookout) give me continuous readouts on our speed and height compared to our “neighbors.” This helps me know whether I should steer higher or lower. If we’re having a problem, I’ll ask for feedback on what the other boat is doing. Often a slight change in my steering technique will make a difference. Practice and experience: Time in the boat is often the best way to learn how to steer fast. The first time we sailed Heart of America in Fremantle, for example, Buddy Melges tried to steer the waves as if we were in a Soling. Unfortunately, this didn’t work for a 12-metre. It took us at least a month of sailing every day to figure out how to get through those seas quickly. Steering Downwind Steering downwind seems easy at first. After all, you just head for the mark and trim your sails. But it’s not so simple if you want to go fast. Finding a groove downwind is usually much harder than upwind. You don’t have the positive feel of weather helm, and it’s tough to settle in on a heading where the boat feels like it is effortlessly making its best VMG downwind. Fortunately, there are a few guides you can use. Course to the mark: The shortest distance between any two points is a straight line, so you can often steer straight for the next mark, and trim your sails to match. This is especially true on a reach. I’ve used a point on shore, a compass heading, a light on shore, the stern light of a boat ahead, and even a star to help me steer a steady course. Just be careful not to get so fixed on one heading that you ignore changes in the wind and other variables. Polars and Target speeds: These are just as important for steering on a run as they are on a beat. What you need is a chart that gives your optimal wind angle and boatspeed for each true wind speed. When you find the angle your boat likes, set your pole position and steer up and down to maintain good pressure in the sail. Spinnaker trimmer: If you don’t have polars (and even if you do), one of the tricks to steering fast downwind is communication between the spinnaker trimmer and helmsperson. When I’m steering on a run, I key almost entirely off the spinnaker. I look for changes in the shape of the chute, which indicate there has been a change in either wind direction or velocity. I also listen carefully to my trimmer who continuously tells me what kind of pressure is on the sheet and whether we should head lower to burn speed or head up to build speed. Feel: Get a feel for steering Sensitivity is especially important downwind for several reasons. First, the downwind groove is usually “mushy,” so it takes extra awareness to know when you are there. Second, you can’t read the wind on the water as easily because you are facing away from the wind. Third, the wind you feel (apparent wind) is less when you’re sailing down the wind, so it’s harder to feel on your body. I usually try to sense changes in the breeze on my ears and the back of my neck. I’ve heard stories that Dennis Conner actually gets his hair cut before major regattas so he can feel the wind better. This may not be necessary for most people, but it’s a good argument for not hiding your head under bulky clothing. One final suggestion Keep your rudder as still as possible when steering downwind. This is a change from going upwind, where the rudder actually provides lift and can help you wiggle around waves. When you’re going downwind, however, the main result of rudder movement is increased turbulence and drag (except when steering to catch waves in surfing conditions), so use your weight and sails to neutralize the helm.   Read the full article

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