Wednesday night, December 30th, my cousin Leah and her mom, Janie arrived in the City. We had plans to have dinner after I got off work that night at 8:30pm. They met me at New World Stages after they checked in and got settled at the Waldorf-Astoria. I made a reservation for the three of us at Whym for 9pm. We were a little late as Leah got turned around leaving the hotel and headed east toward Lex instead of west toward 9th. It wasn't a problem though. The restaurant wasn't crowded so there was no danger of us losing our table.
First things first, the wine menu was perused and glasses of wine were ordered by each of us. That's probably what we wanted most anyway. We finally made our choices for dinner. Vermont cheddar spiked meatloaf for Janie, free range chicken breast with sundried tomato gnocchi for me, and a salad topped with pan seared salmon for Leah. I hadn't seen Janie in five years so we had such a good time catching up. Comfortable dinner conversation accented with a glass of wine and punctuated with laughter is the best. Leah and I each had two more glasses of wine. The restaurant closed at 11pm, but no one asked us to leave. Nor did they treat us in a manner reflecting their desire for us to leave. In fact, one particular waiter asked us if we wanted more wine. That same waiter who brought us our last glass said that if they really wanted us to leave they would have played some awful Willie Nelson song. No such music choice. It was good music the entire night.
We left Whym as the minute hand neared the hour hand at the 12. We headed toward the subway so that the two of them could purchase metrocards. Then the three of us headed to our respective homes.
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009
What defines a life?
Am I defined by my work? Am I defined by my family? Am I defined by my friends? Am I defined by my relationship or lack thereof? Am I defined by where I live?
As Thanksgiving approached Wednesday night I was depressed. I missed my family. The holidays always bring out that emotion in me. I'm sure I'm not the only person who feels sad without their family during the holidays. However, I began to think about my life and how I respond to situations like this.
Many times leading up to Thanksgiving I posted a status update on facebook about needing something to do on Thanksgiving. A few people reached out who were going to be out of town and one person reached out with an invitation to attend an Orphans Thanksgiving at her apartment. There was also a Thanksgiving dinner at New World Stages for all the employees who couldn't/didn't go home or had to work that evening's performances.
I don't know why this should be a defining moment, but searching around for plans on a holiday makes me realize just how alone I am here.
I wanted to live on my own and as of July I am living on my own. I'm not always lonely, but I'm alone. Being alone can be a good thing. It can be okay. I can be sad and depressing. It can be necessary. It can be lonely. It can be fantastic.
I was hoping to spend Thanksgiving in Boston with one of my best and dearest friends. This was an idea that was running rampant in my mind. I wasn't invited. I was going to invite myself if he and his husband didn't have plans. Turns out they did have plans. So my imaginary trip to Boston faded like a curtain that always hangs in the sun. My other best friend and I are estranged right now and he went to California anyway, so there were two reasons that hanging with him was never even an option.
Many members of my family went to my parents house. That coupled with the fact that I'm having such difficulty finding a flight home for Christmas added an extra layer to my depression. I honestly don't understand why I can fly to Asia for less money than I can fly across my own country. It's so sad. The airlines know that people want to be with their families and that the seats will sell, but they insist are charging higher prices instead of reasonable prices. I digress.
Wednesday night I bought cinnamon rolls for Thanksgiving breakfast and a split of champagne to mix with my OJ for mimosas. The cinnamon rolls were a nod to my mom and the mimosas were a nod to me. Traditions are important to me. If I had been at my parents house, cinnamon rolls would have been served for breakfast this morning. So, I got them for myself and threw in the added touch of mimosas. I prepared my coffee with half-a-pack of cocoa mix and french vanilla creamer for the rolls, but when noon hit, I poured a mimosa.
I straightened up around my apartment. I traded out summer clothes for winter clothes on the racks in my closet. I called my family. I spoke to my mom briefly. I spoke to my sister, my cousins Casey and Whit, and my niece Abbi, and nephew Dylan. I realized I left my dad out of the conversation so I called back and spoke to him for a while. I spoke to Neal earlier in the day and sent Matt a text.
Two mimosas and two glasses of wine later it was time to head to Queens to hang out with Susan.
I arrived at Susan's apartment and there were no lights on in the stairway. I held on to the railing, lit my blackberry, and wound my way up the stairs. I found someone in the stairway that was talking on his phone who just happened to be a guest at Susan's gathering. He pointed me to the door. I was the fourth guest at the table of five. Susan was in the kitchen whipping up meringue. I joined Kim, Erin, and Chris in the living room for some wine and conversation.
When the preparations were complete and most of the food was moved to the table we had one problem. Who was going to carve the turkey. None of us had ever carved a turkey. Erin stepped up to the proverbial plate. She began cutting around the leg and decided she would call her dad and ask his advice. 
Knife and fork in hand and cell phone positioned between ear and shoulder, our turkey went from golden bird to succulent cuts of white meat. 
Platter filled and moved to table we began our Orphans Thanksgiving. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, homemade cranberry sauce, and rolls. 
Good conversation, good food, and friendship is what Thanksgiving should be about. I'm thankful for the fact that I had friends, old and new, to be with.
Post dinner and pre dessert we sat around watching Friends Thanksgiving episodes. That was like hanging out with old friends in and of itself. I laughed so much. I haven't watched Friends in ages. Who knew it could be so fun to watch those episodes on the actual day? During the viewing party, dessert made it's way to the table.
There was pumpkin pie, chocolate fudge pie, apple crumble, sweet potato pie (topped with Susan's meringue courtesy of Paula Dean), two other desserts that I can't remember and a pot of coffee. We filled plates and coffee mugs and settled in for more Friends. At this point, three more of Susan's friends dropped by.
All in all, it was a fantastic day.
I don't know what this has to do with defining my life, but we are defined by the things we do. I was trying to find something to do which made the line of my definition blurry and confusing.
Maybe I don't want to be defined at all.
Am I defined by my work? Am I defined by my family? Am I defined by my friends? Am I defined by my relationship or lack thereof? Am I defined by where I live?
As Thanksgiving approached Wednesday night I was depressed. I missed my family. The holidays always bring out that emotion in me. I'm sure I'm not the only person who feels sad without their family during the holidays. However, I began to think about my life and how I respond to situations like this.
Many times leading up to Thanksgiving I posted a status update on facebook about needing something to do on Thanksgiving. A few people reached out who were going to be out of town and one person reached out with an invitation to attend an Orphans Thanksgiving at her apartment. There was also a Thanksgiving dinner at New World Stages for all the employees who couldn't/didn't go home or had to work that evening's performances.
I don't know why this should be a defining moment, but searching around for plans on a holiday makes me realize just how alone I am here.
I wanted to live on my own and as of July I am living on my own. I'm not always lonely, but I'm alone. Being alone can be a good thing. It can be okay. I can be sad and depressing. It can be necessary. It can be lonely. It can be fantastic.
I was hoping to spend Thanksgiving in Boston with one of my best and dearest friends. This was an idea that was running rampant in my mind. I wasn't invited. I was going to invite myself if he and his husband didn't have plans. Turns out they did have plans. So my imaginary trip to Boston faded like a curtain that always hangs in the sun. My other best friend and I are estranged right now and he went to California anyway, so there were two reasons that hanging with him was never even an option.
Many members of my family went to my parents house. That coupled with the fact that I'm having such difficulty finding a flight home for Christmas added an extra layer to my depression. I honestly don't understand why I can fly to Asia for less money than I can fly across my own country. It's so sad. The airlines know that people want to be with their families and that the seats will sell, but they insist are charging higher prices instead of reasonable prices. I digress.
Wednesday night I bought cinnamon rolls for Thanksgiving breakfast and a split of champagne to mix with my OJ for mimosas. The cinnamon rolls were a nod to my mom and the mimosas were a nod to me. Traditions are important to me. If I had been at my parents house, cinnamon rolls would have been served for breakfast this morning. So, I got them for myself and threw in the added touch of mimosas. I prepared my coffee with half-a-pack of cocoa mix and french vanilla creamer for the rolls, but when noon hit, I poured a mimosa.
I straightened up around my apartment. I traded out summer clothes for winter clothes on the racks in my closet. I called my family. I spoke to my mom briefly. I spoke to my sister, my cousins Casey and Whit, and my niece Abbi, and nephew Dylan. I realized I left my dad out of the conversation so I called back and spoke to him for a while. I spoke to Neal earlier in the day and sent Matt a text.
Two mimosas and two glasses of wine later it was time to head to Queens to hang out with Susan.
I arrived at Susan's apartment and there were no lights on in the stairway. I held on to the railing, lit my blackberry, and wound my way up the stairs. I found someone in the stairway that was talking on his phone who just happened to be a guest at Susan's gathering. He pointed me to the door. I was the fourth guest at the table of five. Susan was in the kitchen whipping up meringue. I joined Kim, Erin, and Chris in the living room for some wine and conversation.
When the preparations were complete and most of the food was moved to the table we had one problem. Who was going to carve the turkey. None of us had ever carved a turkey. Erin stepped up to the proverbial plate. She began cutting around the leg and decided she would call her dad and ask his advice. 
Knife and fork in hand and cell phone positioned between ear and shoulder, our turkey went from golden bird to succulent cuts of white meat. 
Platter filled and moved to table we began our Orphans Thanksgiving. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, homemade cranberry sauce, and rolls. 
Good conversation, good food, and friendship is what Thanksgiving should be about. I'm thankful for the fact that I had friends, old and new, to be with.Post dinner and pre dessert we sat around watching Friends Thanksgiving episodes. That was like hanging out with old friends in and of itself. I laughed so much. I haven't watched Friends in ages. Who knew it could be so fun to watch those episodes on the actual day? During the viewing party, dessert made it's way to the table.
There was pumpkin pie, chocolate fudge pie, apple crumble, sweet potato pie (topped with Susan's meringue courtesy of Paula Dean), two other desserts that I can't remember and a pot of coffee. We filled plates and coffee mugs and settled in for more Friends. At this point, three more of Susan's friends dropped by.All in all, it was a fantastic day.
I don't know what this has to do with defining my life, but we are defined by the things we do. I was trying to find something to do which made the line of my definition blurry and confusing.
Maybe I don't want to be defined at all.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday Night Ritual
Up until now I haven't mentioned anything about my Thursday night ritual. I don't know if it's so much a ritual as a standing engagement.
After work, around 8:30pm, I grab dinner and head downstairs to the Time Out Lounge. Sometimes I bring dinner from home and just warm it in the box office microwave. Sometimes I have to go out and buy something for dinner. Last night was a buy night. I went with my friend Ryan to the Amish Market. He wanted one of the salads they make to your specifications. I wanted something from their hot buffet bar. After 8pm they knock a couple dollars off the by-the-pound price. At $4.99 per pound, I can get a lot of food for not much money. There isn't always something on the buffet that I want, but last not that wasn't a problem. Lasagna, roasted chicken, bean salad, cucumbers & onions, with grape leaves and a few artichokes conspired together in my plastic container to make a great dinner.
With Dakotah behind the bar and Ryan next to me at the bar, time just lends itself to relaxing, laughing, and catching up on what's been going on in each others lives during the week.
As time ticks away, the TONY Lounge turns into a karaoke bar. Every Thursday there is a return of people that I only see on that night and the addition of new people that I may never see again. There are good singers and bad singers. There are singers who don't sing and people that shouldn't sing. It's always a good time. My friend Erin hosts every other week and last night was Erin's last night to host for a while. It was time to blow it out. She and I duet on Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" and last night it was no-holds-barred. I also gave a shout out to Taylor Swift by singing "Picture To Burn." The last time I attempted that song, I could not for the life of me follow the verses. I could only sing the chorus. Well, last night was not two weeks ago. I sang it and I sang it right. I had a great time. I think part of the reason that karaoke is fun for me is that I only stay about an hour so there's no real time for overkill. I sing or I don't. I visit with friends. Then I head out to the major event of my Thursday night. I head to the Port Authority Bus Terminal, 2nd floor, Leisure Time Bowl, and bowl two games.
I take part in the Broadway Show Bowling League. It's a mish mash of performers, dressers, stage managers, crew folk, box office peeps, house staff, and anybody else wanting to have a good time and help a good cause. The BSBL benefits Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids. It costs $15 to bowl two games and shoes are included in the cost. It used to cost $16 to bowl two games, with $2 per person going to BC/EFA. Now we pay the BC/EFA donation up front and pay less per game. Good cause, good time.
I don't know what was in the water last night, but there we were, my team, Ballin4Billin. There were five of us last night. Team captain, Schniedah, and team members, Jen, Snuggie, Hughes, and me, Scooter. We were all in rare form last night. Maybe it's the upcoming holidays. Maybe it was the music from the 50's playing on the sound system. I don't know, but we all seemed to be in great moods. We had a blast. We bowled against a great team and the camaraderie was amazing. We high-fived the competition for a good bowl just like we high-fived ourselves. I honestly don't remember anybody ordering a real drink. Mostly, my memories recall us pouring water out of our pitcher and drinking it. What was in that water? It was one of the best experiences I've had at bowling all season. A season that started in August. I bowled two fantastic games. The second was incredible. I don't know what alien force was infecting my right arm, but I threw a mean ball down the lane. The best part though was the laughter. We danced a lot. Shimmied a lot. Made up a new team name based on something I said. Something that I'm not gonna repeat here. It was funny though. The people I work with are good people. I've gotten to know them so much better through bowling. They've come to be friends that I look forward to seeing anytime our schedules overlap. That's important in a city where rushed and busy is the image of us New Yorkers. It's a connection and a chance to reconnect each week. From 11:30pm until we're done we connect - with each other and friends that we only see there.
I usually get home anywhere between 1:30am and 3am. It depends upon how many people are bowling. Last night I got home about 2:30am. I'm generally off on Friday so I sleep until I wake up. Then I put the water on to boil and the coffee grounds in the french press. As I enjoy the coffee, I sit in front of my television to watch at least one thing that I record on Thursday.
That is ritual.
After work, around 8:30pm, I grab dinner and head downstairs to the Time Out Lounge. Sometimes I bring dinner from home and just warm it in the box office microwave. Sometimes I have to go out and buy something for dinner. Last night was a buy night. I went with my friend Ryan to the Amish Market. He wanted one of the salads they make to your specifications. I wanted something from their hot buffet bar. After 8pm they knock a couple dollars off the by-the-pound price. At $4.99 per pound, I can get a lot of food for not much money. There isn't always something on the buffet that I want, but last not that wasn't a problem. Lasagna, roasted chicken, bean salad, cucumbers & onions, with grape leaves and a few artichokes conspired together in my plastic container to make a great dinner.
With Dakotah behind the bar and Ryan next to me at the bar, time just lends itself to relaxing, laughing, and catching up on what's been going on in each others lives during the week.
As time ticks away, the TONY Lounge turns into a karaoke bar. Every Thursday there is a return of people that I only see on that night and the addition of new people that I may never see again. There are good singers and bad singers. There are singers who don't sing and people that shouldn't sing. It's always a good time. My friend Erin hosts every other week and last night was Erin's last night to host for a while. It was time to blow it out. She and I duet on Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" and last night it was no-holds-barred. I also gave a shout out to Taylor Swift by singing "Picture To Burn." The last time I attempted that song, I could not for the life of me follow the verses. I could only sing the chorus. Well, last night was not two weeks ago. I sang it and I sang it right. I had a great time. I think part of the reason that karaoke is fun for me is that I only stay about an hour so there's no real time for overkill. I sing or I don't. I visit with friends. Then I head out to the major event of my Thursday night. I head to the Port Authority Bus Terminal, 2nd floor, Leisure Time Bowl, and bowl two games.
I take part in the Broadway Show Bowling League. It's a mish mash of performers, dressers, stage managers, crew folk, box office peeps, house staff, and anybody else wanting to have a good time and help a good cause. The BSBL benefits Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids. It costs $15 to bowl two games and shoes are included in the cost. It used to cost $16 to bowl two games, with $2 per person going to BC/EFA. Now we pay the BC/EFA donation up front and pay less per game. Good cause, good time.
I don't know what was in the water last night, but there we were, my team, Ballin4Billin. There were five of us last night. Team captain, Schniedah, and team members, Jen, Snuggie, Hughes, and me, Scooter. We were all in rare form last night. Maybe it's the upcoming holidays. Maybe it was the music from the 50's playing on the sound system. I don't know, but we all seemed to be in great moods. We had a blast. We bowled against a great team and the camaraderie was amazing. We high-fived the competition for a good bowl just like we high-fived ourselves. I honestly don't remember anybody ordering a real drink. Mostly, my memories recall us pouring water out of our pitcher and drinking it. What was in that water? It was one of the best experiences I've had at bowling all season. A season that started in August. I bowled two fantastic games. The second was incredible. I don't know what alien force was infecting my right arm, but I threw a mean ball down the lane. The best part though was the laughter. We danced a lot. Shimmied a lot. Made up a new team name based on something I said. Something that I'm not gonna repeat here. It was funny though. The people I work with are good people. I've gotten to know them so much better through bowling. They've come to be friends that I look forward to seeing anytime our schedules overlap. That's important in a city where rushed and busy is the image of us New Yorkers. It's a connection and a chance to reconnect each week. From 11:30pm until we're done we connect - with each other and friends that we only see there.
I usually get home anywhere between 1:30am and 3am. It depends upon how many people are bowling. Last night I got home about 2:30am. I'm generally off on Friday so I sleep until I wake up. Then I put the water on to boil and the coffee grounds in the french press. As I enjoy the coffee, I sit in front of my television to watch at least one thing that I record on Thursday.
That is ritual.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Crawfish Etouffee and The Walkers
Another Sunday, another trip to Queens. I must say I'm enjoying my 3 hour vacations from Manhattan on Sundays. There was a cool breeze blowing on this Fall evening as I sat on the platform waiting for the train to take me back into Manhattan to my little home on an island of 8 million.
Tonight my friend Michael made Crawfish Etouffee for dinner. I had never had crawfish before so I was excited for the flavor that eventually burst in my mouth. It was a cross between shrimp and lobster in its taste with peppers, onions, garlic, and a little something special that Michael's mom uses, simmered together and served over brown rice. It was slap-yo-momma good. Honestly, I had seconds.
Before we could finish dinner we had to spend a little time with the Housewives. Seems to me that Wisteria Lane is once again a dangerous street on which to live. So much for suburbia. I do so enjoy the deceptions though.
The real pleasure of the night, and reason for the Etouffee, was spending some time with the Walkers. I love Brothers & Sisters. I've always been able to see myself in Kevin. Sure he's gay and so am I, but I should have gotten royalty checks during that first season. Good Lord the similarities. Now Kevin has left me behind in that he has committed to Scotty while I'm still single. On a positive note, I did ask someone out today. He declined, but at least I did it. The way the Walkers talk to each other and bicker with each and love each other is something to aspire to. I have that in a sense with my sister and three of my cousins. There are times we might as well be the Walker siblings. We've called each other their names before. I think it is safe to say that Sunday from 10-11pm is my favorite hour of television.
I get inspired watching the fantastic actors live and breathe the characters they portray. The writing is so good. Sally Field as Nora plays out every emotion as the mother of five children. Five children that are all different yet similar at the same time. They stand by each other, help each other, they can't keep a secret, and they love a good glass of wine or three. I myself usually have wine right along with them. I don't care how many arguments erupt around the dinner table at yet another family gathering. It's like watching people you know. It feels grounded enough that if you were visiting Pasadena, you could go by Nora's and join her for a cup of coffee.
None of it is real. I know that. But each week the writers give us a little taste of a close-knit family that sticks together through thick and thin. Through drug addiction, rehab, death, divorce, coming out, marriage, dating, cheating spouses, new found siblings. There are tears and laughter. Not just on screen either. Just don't look at me while I'm crying. I get a little embarrassed.
In two weeks I will be spending some much needed time with my "Walkers" I'm looking forward to the laughs, new memories, dinners, and yes, the wine.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Doing the Dishes
Is there anything more satisfying than doing the dishes after a great meal? Okay, I know there are many things more satisfying. Buying a pair of Prada shoes or Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses or sex. But tonight I cleaned the dishes and found myself singing the entire time.
I enjoyed a great meal with Michael and Katrin tonight. Katrin made the meal, Michael bought the wine, and I bought the red velvet cake.
We sat on the floor around the coffee table and ate and laughed and chatted as we watched Sex and the City: The Movie for God knows which time. Let's just say that I got the "I'm gonna punch you in your face" look from Michael as I quoted the dialogue.
Of course we had to stop the movie at 9pm and watch our latest addiction: True Blood. It's difficult to wait for that fix every 7 days. I feel like an addict on "V" withdrawal by the time Sunday roles around again.
I wanted to do something more than just bring the cake. After all, Katrin paid for the food and cooked it, Michael bought wine and hosted at his apartment, and I brought cake. I decided I would do the dishes. I have often found joy in doing the dishes. It's a small task that, once completed, gives me a sense of accomplishment. Michael really wanted to do the dishes, but I insisted that he let me do them. It wasn't something that I had to do, it was something that I wanted to do. I wanted to give back to my friends. I found myself singing the entire time which means I was happy. It was like the seven dwarfs whistling while they worked. It was completing the day.
It's nice to have friends to dine with and dishes to clean afterward. I am truly blessed and grateful for it.
Work, food, wine, good friends, laughter, clean up. Big smile!
I enjoyed a great meal with Michael and Katrin tonight. Katrin made the meal, Michael bought the wine, and I bought the red velvet cake.
We sat on the floor around the coffee table and ate and laughed and chatted as we watched Sex and the City: The Movie for God knows which time. Let's just say that I got the "I'm gonna punch you in your face" look from Michael as I quoted the dialogue.
Of course we had to stop the movie at 9pm and watch our latest addiction: True Blood. It's difficult to wait for that fix every 7 days. I feel like an addict on "V" withdrawal by the time Sunday roles around again.
I wanted to do something more than just bring the cake. After all, Katrin paid for the food and cooked it, Michael bought wine and hosted at his apartment, and I brought cake. I decided I would do the dishes. I have often found joy in doing the dishes. It's a small task that, once completed, gives me a sense of accomplishment. Michael really wanted to do the dishes, but I insisted that he let me do them. It wasn't something that I had to do, it was something that I wanted to do. I wanted to give back to my friends. I found myself singing the entire time which means I was happy. It was like the seven dwarfs whistling while they worked. It was completing the day.
It's nice to have friends to dine with and dishes to clean afterward. I am truly blessed and grateful for it.
Work, food, wine, good friends, laughter, clean up. Big smile!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
True Blood and Queens
Most of you who know me know that I've rarely ventured to another borough. I tend to stay put on the island of Manhattan. However, in the past week I've been to Astoria, Queens, more times than I can count on one hand. That's a lot considering I've been here 12 years. My friend Michael from work lives in Astoria. Our friendship has grown stronger over the past couple of weeks as he's been a very positive cheerleader in respect to my move, and he's extremely handy with a drill.
Tonight he invited me to come to his apartment after work and watch True Blood. He said Katrin was cooking. Katrin is also a co-worker of ours. She's staying with Michael as she looks for an apartment. She prepared beef wrapped in bacon complimented with rosemary potatoes and salad. We ate like we hadn't eaten in weeks. It was one of those lick the plate kind of meals. Good food, good wine, and good friends. What more could a person ask for. Well, ask and ye shall receive. It was another fantastic episode of True Blood.
We sat stuffed on fabulous food staring captivated at the television as Bill, Sookie, Eric, Godric, Jason, Jessica, Hoyt, Hoyt's mama, Tara, Eggs, Maryann, Sam, & Lafayette entertained us with an after dinner melodrama.
It never ceases to be less than a bloody good time!
Tonight he invited me to come to his apartment after work and watch True Blood. He said Katrin was cooking. Katrin is also a co-worker of ours. She's staying with Michael as she looks for an apartment. She prepared beef wrapped in bacon complimented with rosemary potatoes and salad. We ate like we hadn't eaten in weeks. It was one of those lick the plate kind of meals. Good food, good wine, and good friends. What more could a person ask for. Well, ask and ye shall receive. It was another fantastic episode of True Blood.
We sat stuffed on fabulous food staring captivated at the television as Bill, Sookie, Eric, Godric, Jason, Jessica, Hoyt, Hoyt's mama, Tara, Eggs, Maryann, Sam, & Lafayette entertained us with an after dinner melodrama.
It never ceases to be less than a bloody good time!
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