The bestest boring blog ever!!!! no its not boring. just as exciting as the life of a teenage chicka

Monday, September 25, 2006

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

OMFG OMFG OMFG

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS I LITTERALLY FELL FROM MY CHAIR AND ROLLED ON THE FLOOR CLUTCHING MY SIDES
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHA


http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf

turn up the volume!

Monday, September 18, 2006

in need of sympathy

okay so i turned in 'a father and his daughter' and mrs. lefebre wrote ZERO comments. i poured my HEART AND GODDAMN SOUL INTO THAT PAPER AND SHE WROTE NOTHING!

even a
'this paper sucks' woudla been FINE!

but no.
nothing.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

HARRY FREAKIN POTTER and Notre Dame

okay commenting on this post DOES NOT justify not commenting on the last one.


but, i thought i'd give you all an update of my *joyful* (twitch) weekend.

so on saturday i went to the notre dame/michigan football game, which was at notre dame. it was fun to be on campus again and i SAW emerson (i'm pretty sure) and i physically bumped into his younger brother on accident.

here's the story

i was walking out of 'the huddle' the place where all the hot college kids hang out and i'm behind my dad because its pretty packed and there's these college kids behind me. so i bump into this kid going the other way only to look up into his face and realize that he looks EXACTLY like emerson. which means basically i nearly fell onto him. but, deciding that there was every possibility that it WASN'T him, i decided not to jump onto him. sooooooo i say sorry, (so does he) and walk on and not five feet later one of the college kids BEHIND me says to the other
"that's emerson's little brother"
"[says the name of some other guy]?"
"No, the guy with him"


and so i was EXTREMELY HAPPY! until i saw the game. gawd, it was painful. i had REALLY good seats, i'm talking TENTH ROW IN AN ENDZONE. i could SEEEEEEE charlie weis and all the players' faces from where i was sitting! it was pretty dang SWEEET!

but, omg within the first MINUTE. no lie SECOND GODDAMN PLAY OF THE GAME MICHIGAN SCORES!

just to give a little background michigan and notre dame is widely known as the OLDEST college football rivalry of all time. and michigan hasn't won AT notre dame since 1994

sooooooo a little later notre dame scores so we're tied again.

but i'm not going to go on and on about every play so here are some highlights;

michigan qb threw THREE td passes to ONE guy and michigan intercepted THREE FUCKING TIMES!

NOT TO GODDAMN MENTION THAT OUR OH SO AMAZING (ive not been impressed since the first game of the season) QB 'BRADY QUINN' CAN'T DO HIS FUCKING JOB

okay so here he is trying to throw the ball, right? so he cocks his arm back to throw AND LETS GO! the ball goes FLYING behind him and he spins on the spot liek 'OH FUCK WHERE'D IT GO?!' and he falls on it (thank god) so we think we have it, well all these other guys topple onto him and he tries to pull himself out and you see his head and arms and HE LETS GO OF THE FOOTBALL! it slips from his butterfingers AGAIN! and some OHTER guy picks it up and runs in 54 yards for a touchdown. i nearly cried.

honestly. I COULD QB BETTER THAN THAT!

there was one pass that was thrown DIRECTLY THROUGH THE HANDS OF A DUDE and a michigan guy RUNNING BEHIND HIM catches it, as though it was intended for him adn runs in 31 yds for a td

anohter guy was left WIDE OPEN like honestly, i'll never knwo....for a 69 yd tdp

THEN a guy FUMBLES A KICKOFF RETURN AND MICHIGAN SET UP FOR A TWO YD TDR!!!!!!!

oh and ANOTHER thing brady fucking quinn did was ONLY GET 3 OF HIS 13 PASSES TO THE INTENDED PEOPLE! twas a very very sad day for the irish

we DID however have a decent defense...its just that they were playing CONSTANTLY because we couldn't hold fucking possession of the ball too long or anything! but, we did intercept the ball for a 51 yd run where we were tackled at the four but which set us up for our first td.

brady quinn was this big ol' hot shot coming out of high school and he just had a shitting line his first two years and last year when charlie weis got him a decent line he had a phenomenal season! but, (personally, i think it got to his head) this year, being a favorite for the Heisman, he SUCKS! i REEEEALLLY don't think he's a favorite any more! he just had a SHITTY game!

honestly. i was ready to insult his momma!

so yeah, it was bad. real bad.

the game ended with 47-21 the most michigan has scored at notre dame....in 46 years

~!@edit!!!@!~ 47 points is the most notre dame has let in at home since NINETEEN SIXTY! my father was one year old. holy fucking shit.

HARRY FREAKIN POTTA!

well, jo said;

SEPTEMBER 13th

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I know it's been a very long time since I was last in touch. I've been writing a novel, you see.

My readings in New York with Stephen King and John Irving were so much fun. It's not often that I do something like that and wish I could do it all over again, but I would have happily done a third night. If you were there, and yelling, thank you: the crowds, both nights, could not have been more wonderful.

I did mess up one answer, though. I was asked, 'what question have you never been asked that you ought to have been asked?' - or something very similar – and my mind went blank. Blame long years of trying not to give away the plot. But it occurred to me almost as soon as I got off stage that there IS a question I've always been surprised nobody's put to me, and that I really should have said it while I was still on-stage. I can't make amends to the girl who asked, but it is in tribute to her that I give the answer, belatedly, under 'Miscellaneous', Extras section.


and in the extra's section under miscellaneous it says

NAQ

... which means, 'never asked question'.

Why did Dumbledore have James' invisibility cloak at the time of James' death, given that Dumbledore could make himself invisible without a cloak?

Prior to posting this I had a quick look on-line, and realised that some fans have been speculating about this question. However, nobody has ever asked me about it, and they really should have done. Just to allay the fears of the justifiably suspicious, this isn't what we in the know call 'a Mark Evans situation.'* There IS a significant - even crucial - answer.

* Note to newcomers: my attempt to put to rest certain wild theories about the unimportant character of 'Mark Evans' backfired when I inadvertently built up even more excitement by promising to explain his significance.


any thoughts/beliefs/theroies?
lemme know-love to hear 'em


OHKAY one last thing. i was reading through the emerson (who i SAW!) and melissa vs. jkrowling interview and the last question melissa askes jkr is

MA: Was there anyone else present in Godric's Hollow the night Harry's parents were killed?

and jo responds

JKR: No comment.

sooooooo there's another thing to make your brain hurt.
mantha, we might have to re-start up our millions of hp related emails!

awww

awww guys you really made me feeel REALLY good!

i could tell all of your comments were honest, and it made me feel so good. i like that paper somewhat...but i dunno. i'm glad you guys liked it and im SUPER thankful that you guys think that I'M a good writer. cause...no one ever really says that i am...but i love doing it...if i could be a writer....i dunno but sitting around attempting to write all day sounds to good to be true.

if you guys get a second, and you TOTALLY don't have too or anything...
but, if you get a second....could you let me know what parts you liked

or what needed changing?

i love you guys soooooo much!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A Father and his Daughter

A Father and his Daughter
Maggie Doyle
Mrs. LeFebre H. English 10 Comp.
Second Hr., 9.13.06

There comes a time in our lives where we have to face the unfaceable. Things you never thought could or would happen to you, start happening. I can remember him so well, and it’s hard, even to this day, to think that he is no longer with the family he loved so much. I can remember going to Ame’s house and seeing him. I can remember when he coached my soccer team, my last year on Holland’s Recreation Soccer League. I can remember all these things, and yet, I can’t imagine how he could have left us and I can’t imagine Ame getting on without him.
Ame Richards was in third grade when she came to Lakeview Elementary School. That’s where I first met her. She was nice, really shy, and cried easily. She had just moved here from Wisconsin, and she seemed pretty cool. We bonded quickly and I was the first person that she ever had to her house after moving here. We made butterscotch brownies in the basement with her mom. We had a lot of fun together, Ame and I, and we had tons in common. I would go on trips to the zoo with her, and I practically lived at her house sometimes. I would go over and we would play Barbies. Granted, at third, fourth, and fifth grade, we might have seemed a little old for Barbies, but we didn’t care. Ame was the only other friend I had who still liked them. We kept it a secret, though. Another thing we loved doing together was playing school. Ame wanted to be a teacher when she grew up and I had a lot fun playing with her. So, sometimes at home, I would type up math sheets, word sheets, fake report cards, and who knows what else! I would print them out to give to her so that she had papers to use when she played school. We shared a love of horses, as well. There was a barn behind her house and sometimes we would walk over there and pet the horses or just watch them laze around. When we were in fifth grade, our last elementary school year, a big group of our friends played recreation soccer, as usual. The coolest thing about that year was her dad being our coach. He made sure the big ‘Lakeview’ group of us were on a team together. That was probably the best soccer year of my life.
Unfortunately, when we transitioned to middle school, Ame switched to Black River and I to Holland West. This was super sad for me, but, I moved on. I still thought about Ame sometimes, and I even saw her on occasion, but we didn’t ever hang out like we used to. I had other friends and she had other friends, too. So, time went on like that for the next three years. It seems crazy to think about now, but it really was three years since our strong bond of friendship was broken.
On Wednesday, June 8, 2005 my mother, who typically reads the newspaper in the morning, called to me from the kitchen. This, not being unusual, I came out of my room, pulling on a shirt.
“Yeah, Mom?” I asked, looking at her. I could tell immediately that something was up by the look she was giving me over her newspaper. “What?” I asked again, slightly more puzzled and a lot more worried.
Laying her newspaper flat and resting her elbows on it she leaned across the table to me and said, “I think I might have some bad news.”
I remember cold coursing through my body at this point. Every nerve was on end, everything around me felt surreal. “What is it?” I asked cautiously.
“I think Ame’s dad died,” she said looking me in the eye.
I felt the warm slowly creep back into my body, but a leadened feeling settled in my chest.
“Ame Richards?” I asked, but I knew the answer even before that nod. “Nuh-uh,” I said in disbelief, coming over to look at the newspaper. “When did it happen?” I asked in complete shock and awe.
“Monday night,” she replied.
I read the extremely short article and was slightly upset with the newspaper. Didn’t they know what a great guy this person was? Didn’t they know how involved he was? Didn’t they know how much he loved his kids? And yet, all they could do was put a four sentence smidgen in the newspaper, notifying us that he died at the scene and that the rest remains under investigation? And that’s when I thought of Ame. That’s when I thought of her mom, Ronnie, that’s when I thought of her younger brother A.J. The balmy feeling that had momentarily filled me was gone. I could feel my skin shiver on my bones. It was like a thousand needles were lightly pressing into every inch of my being. My breath caught and I sat down.
“Oh-my-God Mom, Ame,” was all I could say.
She gave me a very sad and sympathetic look. “I know, sweetheart,” she said, and enveloped me in a hug.
“Is she going to be okay?” I asked into her shoulder.
“She should be, if she gets the right kind of help, but Maggie, don’t worry, that Ronnie is a smart cookie.”
I wanted to cry, it seemed like the thing to do, but I didn’t feel like I had any tears to spare. It was too sad to cry about. It was as though my tears would be wasted.
That day at school, it got passed around to all the Lakeview kids, what had happened. Cards of sympathy went around for everyone to sign. Even kids who didn’t know Ame, but had heard about her signed them with their greatest sorrow and regrets. I signed every card that came my way, but I knew they couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even begin to express in words the immense sorrow and regret I felt. There was no way to tell her how it hurt me continuously, even when I wasn’t thinking about it. There was no way to explain to her how my heart ached any time I heard the name Richards thrown around in worried voices, anxious to pass on the gossip.
That day, my mom came home a little early from work. She stepped in the door, said, “Come on,” and we left. We went to Indigo Floral, downtown, and picked out flowers to send to Ame. I picked out a cute lime-green vase because, when I knew Ame, lime-green was her favorite color. The flowers were pretty and the arrangement was nice, but I had a half of a square inch to write something to her. I couldn’t even begin to tell her how sorry I was. I gave it a go, though.
The next day there was a much better article in the paper. In the obituaries. That was another shock to my system. Glancing down the newspaper I never expected to see a name I knew in the ‘Today’s Deaths.’ This explained a little bit more about who he was and gave the names of all those surviving him. Ame and A.J. were second only to their mother. I remember reading ‘Amelia Hattie and Alan Johnson’ and thinking how upset Ame would be when she saw that her middle name was printed in the paper. She hated her middle name. But then I realized that she probably didn’t care. That she probably couldn’t even think right now. Then I realized that A.J. shared his dad’s name. Alan, or Al as we knew him, named his only son Alan. The death notice also said that the viewing was to be on Saturday, June 11 at 2:00. I decided that I wasn’t important enough to go. I hadn’t seen Ame in who knows how long, and she might not want me there anyway. Until, my mother told me that the two of us were going. She said that the best thing about her father’s funeral was the copious amounts of people showing up and how good it made her feel that her father was so loved. I was scared to go; I didn’t know WHAT I was going to say to Ame, let alone her mother.
I was terrified walking up to the Church, I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t want Ame to be so sad that she couldn’t stop crying, and I really didn’t want her to pretend to be happy either. But, the second I walked through those doors, Ame’s head popped out the back of a crowd of people. She gave me a huge toothy grin and ran over to me saying, “Thank you for the flowers!”
As I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her hair, I felt my whole being relax a little bit. So, she didn’t 'not want me to be there', she wasn’t so sad that she couldn’t smile, and she was wearing the same lime green color as the vase I had sent her. As I hugged her, I told her how sorry I was. I spent a little over an hour there with her. There were all sorts of pictures of Al set up. Pictures of him as a baby, pictures of him going to prom with Ronnie, on his wedding day, at the birth of his children, and even by airplanes. He loved airplanes, and worked on them as a profession. I stood around with Ame, looking at all the pictures and we laughed together as she said, “Look, that’s what my mom wore to prom! Ewww!” And she pointed at the picture of her mother and father, both dressed up, him, with his arm around her, both grinning broadly, not knowing that one day they would be married. Not knowing that one day they would have two beautiful children together. Not knowing that one day he would be taken so soon and so unfairly. He was only thirty-eight when he died.

My mom talked to Ame, too. She made sure she was eating and sleeping, and that she was doing okay. Ame talked to us normally which was a BIG relief for me. I was renting a horse that summer at a barn behind the barn, behind her house. I rode Strawberry by her house everyday and thought of her. So, thinking of that, I invited her to come horseback riding with me sometime. I told her that I remembered how she liked horses and that she was welcome to come anytime she wanted to. She thanked me and told me that I had to come see the new pool they had put in.
I eventually spotted A.J. and was astounded to see that he was a mirror image of his father. He had always resembled him growing up, but now, it was rather, a little ‘Mr. Richards’ in front of me. He was avoiding everyone and walking around looking at things though, he didn’t seem to really be seeing them. When people would try to talk to him, he would answer quickly and scurry away.
When we finally had to leave, my mother and I walked past Al’s open casket. I couldn’t look inside. I couldn’t look in and see the man who had once cheered me on playing soccer. Not now, not now that he was dead. I could remember running to him after I scored the goal that thrust us to be undefeated and him picking me up and hugging me like a father. I couldn’t look at his lifeless form, laying there. It was so unfair. How could he leave his kids? How could he leave Ame like this? His son was in SIXTH GRADE! No sixth grader should have to deal with losing their father. And Ame’s kids, if she has any, will never know their grandfather. And there were so many great things to know about him, too.
As I passed the casket I saw Ronnie. She looked very good considering what had happened; she was smiling and thanking people for coming. When she saw me she said, “Oh, Maggie!” Then she gave me such a hug, one of those that only a mom can give, that I almost started crying. I wanted to be strong for them, though; I wanted to be strong for Ame. “Ame, loved those flowers you sent her, they were so sweet.” She said, with a little extra squeeze. Then, taking my hands in hers and pulling me slightly away from the crowd she said, smiling, “Al always liked you. He loved your free-spirit and your aggressiveness on the soccer field. He truly admired your love of life.”
That was nearly more than I could take. I felt my eyes sting and had to fight to blink back tears. I couldn’t look her in the face although she kept searching for my eyes. Then she gave me another hug as people started surrounding us again. She thanked me for coming; I nodded, and thanked her very much.
When I got home I took all the newspaper clippings I had cut out and stashed them away in a box that I have to this day. I also dug through all of my old soccer photos and found the one of our fifth grade team. It was so hard to look at him in that picture, and realize that he no longer walks this earth. There he was, sure as anything and yet he is no longer here. He is no longer with his baby girl. He is no longer with his only son.
There were times when we talked with Ame and she looked close to tears and there were times when she looked just like her old self. I didn’t get it. How could she be so normal, so happy, with her dad just dead? I asked my mom about it later and she told me that ‘You just get on with life.’ She told me that life drags you along behind and you stumble aimlessly after it. She said that life is like a stream that you’re caught in and it just keeps pulling you along with it. I thought about that a lot. I didn’t think that I would be able to get on with life if my father died, but, I realized, how could I not? Ame couldn’t stop living because her dad did.
That situation taught me something important that day. That no matter how hard things are, you can go on living. Ame did. She is an inspiration to me, to this day, and I continually think about her. The world didn’t stop when her dad died; she had to go on living. She had to go back to school; she had to face everything that she didn’t want to, she had to brush back her hair, straighten her shoulders, and face all the hurt and loneliness head-on.
I still think of Al. Even today. Why, just the other day, I was looking through pictures of me playing soccer. I didn’t even realize what I was looking at until I saw a picture of me throwing in a ball that had gone out of bounds and my coach, with his back to the camera, walking up to me My heart skipped a beat when I realized who it was. He was forever frozen in that memory. Forever suspended in the camera. Never to leave that cold spring day, never to stop soccer. It was so unexpected to see him in that picture. He just popped up on me! He continues to impact my life, long after his death. I guess, it just goes to show, that he truly did leave his print behind on this earth, on his daughter, on his son, and on me.
I know now, that no matter HOW hard things get, the world isn’t going to stop and neither is that stream of life. It will always be there to gently carry me along while I follow blindly, or eyes wide open, for reasons I may never know.

Friday, September 08, 2006

VOTE FOR JENNIFER GRANHOLM!

Okay, can i just say that I HEART JENNIFER GRANHOLM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She upped taxes about a dollar on cigarettes so that the state has more MONEY!!!!!!! yay!

smoking is bad.

*arrow* above the influence!

anywhoodles. Dick DeVoss (who has a funny name to BEGIN with) basically, is an asshole. His new 'campaign ad' isn't telling us what's so GREAT about him, its telling us why not to vote for Jenny. LOSER! Don't point out her faults, point out YOUR good stuff! Ugh. That's what SHE'S doing. So, clearly I want HER running my state!

Nextly, DDV started some sort of jacked up business shit. What you do is you have a particular product, right? And then you go around either A.) selling your product or B.) finding other people to sell your product. When you find other people to sell your product, they get the money, but then they pay you like ten percent of the money from it. However, they can ALSO get more people working for them, and then the original guy gets money and so does the guy who sold it to you. Does that make sense?

Okay, so lets say Sally sells some stuff. And she gets Bobby involved in selling this stuff. Then, Bobby sells stuff. Sally gets money from Bobby when he sells stuff. Then, Bobby gets Joey to work for him, selling stuff. Joey sells stuff. Joey owes money to both BOBBY AND SALLY. And it keeps going like that. So, Sally, doesn't really have to do anything because she's got all these other people working for her.

here's a site talking about DDV, too.

http://www.michigandems.com/seedickrun.html

GO VOTE GUYS!

erm....time to update?!

okay so i had a FANTABULOUS idea for an update...and i totally can't remember it.

OH YEAH!

Um, this is my VOTE FOR JENNY POST!
wait.
i have to start over.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

the tooth fairy is a tooth pimp

okay im sorry but is that SO the funniest thing EVER?! hahaha I LOVE IT!

david. you. are. so. cool. that. way.

okay so no longer being a freshie is SO stress relieving

being a sophomore doesn't seem to suck so much any more! yay!

i'm really excited about my PALS class...im in it with tori and it looks like a BLAST! all the people in it are really nice...though, some seem ODD...and some, I KNOW shouldn't be in it. :(

i'm like OMG
I KNOW THE TYPE OF PERSON YOU ARE AND YOU SHOULD NOT BE IN THIS GODDAMN CLASS! ugh

ah, well. some really seem like they should so, that's good!

and i have ap euro with MAC and with DAVID so that's good! yayness!
lol
so yeah
please comment....

Monday, September 04, 2006




serious day of mourning


i was most distressed today to learn that the beloved Steve, 'The Crocidile Hunter' has died.

this really really truly does make me very sad because he was such an icon for environmentalists. he was a bit unhinged...with the whole...daughter on shoulder fighting the croc thing...but honestly, he was a good guy. it truly breaks my heart to know that such a free living...for the moment guy has left us... he is an inspiration to live life fully! do what you LOVE doing! the worst part is that he has an eight year old daughter and a soon to be three year old son...(december)

my parents divorced when i was three and my grandfather died when i was three...that boy will have ZERO memories of his father. he's TWO and his dad, i bet, was gone a lot... that is just SO sad...i could honestly, cry. wow.

steve, honestly dude, with your crazy personality and freakin awesome austrailian accent...you brought my brother and i closer together (OH THE DRAMA) no but really, one night when my brother and i were little...like elementary school my mother said that we could "stay up as late as we wanted" to see what we would do, i think. and kramer and i fell asleep on each other watching steve irwin. we would always go watch TOGETHER and he would tell me all these interesting facts! i think he was an inspiration to everyone. whether they were quoting his "CRIKEY!" or, "she's a beaut!" he showed a loving for all living things, i guess, sort of like hagrid. he really like the dangerous ones. but, in his show, i remember, that he would bring back all sorts of animals to be healed. if he found one that was hurt, crocodile or not, he'd take care of it. Even, the very dangerous ones... that's a gift no one else has. he's one special dude! i think a lot of people are going to be very sad about this...he won't ever be forgotten.

wow. this is so sad.

here's a link to how he died.

http://www.news8austin.com/content/your_news/default.asp?ArID=169927

Rest In Peace, Buddy,
Rest In Peace.
*nods head solemnly*


*edit!!!*
gawd fecking dammit i can't upload pictures and im ready to kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 
my pet! my pet! Carefree
You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have
your pet peeves, but other than that, you're
mainly calm. Blending in with your
surroundings, you're the type of person who
everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks
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laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you
pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality,
you could be the next Einstein. water goddess
You are the Goddess of the Seas, or the Ocean
Goddess, or the Goddess of the Lake, or even
the River Goddess. Lets just say the Goddess of
all things Water!! Your emeotions change just
like the tides and, yes admit it, you can be a
little bit more emotional then any of the other
goddess's(sp?). But, even though you are
emotional, you are one of the stronget
goddess's(sp?)!!! Your power jewel is an
Aquamarine(me:didnt see that one comming*note
the sarcasm*). Your colors are any type of blue
and sometimes green. Your metal is Uranium(me:
don't ask) and your animal (me:well in this
case 'half-animal') form you take is a mermaid cancer
You are a Cancer, the funniest sign of the zodiac.
You are family-oriented, loyal, lovable, kind,
sensitive, intuitive and imaginitive! You are
very, very protective of your friends, and you
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~*~Result nr 8~*~

Your power is: Extreme healing powers


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This power fits you pretty good since you want
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pretty much unstopable, that's not an obsticle.
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unfairness in the world you still chose to see
from a positive angle because you belive in the
good of this world. You are probably friendly
and have a soft spot for people who are not
accepted. Though to others you come of as naive
and gullible. You could be taken advantagde of
if the wrong person comes around. Even if you
could be seen as pure, you are not that
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too.
Negative aspects: If your naiveness has
been making you blind for too long you could go
into dark thinking.



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