Project 365 - week 30

Well hot ham, it's the end of July and I'm comfortably sitting in my apartment with no AC. I think it's God's way of saying, "I know last summer sucked like whoa, but doesn't that make this summer that much more enjoyable?" To which I reply, "Hell yes it does. THANK YOU, LORD." Now on with this week's photos.

He kept getting out of bed to tell me to turn the fan towards him (even though their little AC unit faces him). I told him that I would turn it towards him before *I* went to bed, and leave it on (poor, sweaty) Molly. I went in to check on them before bed and found that he had already positioned it twelve centimeters from his head. Stinker.

On this day, I took this crappy cell phone picture and sent it to my realtor to ask what these symbols meant and why the elevator buttons weren't working... He explained that it was maintenance time. Awesome. 6:30pm seems like a GREAT TIME to do elevator work. I had just pushed the kids four miles in the boat stroller and was sweating my guts out in the airless hallway waiting for the elevator to start working. Kids were fighting and screaming and there was no telling how long we might stand there, melting into a whiny puddle on the floor. So I folded up the stroller and we started walking up the stairs. I made it seven floors before the elevators started functioning again. I have never felt sweat flow in so many places as I have on that day. (And I feel like I've done a lot of sweating in my life.) And that, my friends, is why this is today's photo. Because after this photo was taken, no shits were given about non-air-conditioned activities like "taking pretty photos." The End.

Watching youtube videos on helicopters/running puppies/bulldozers while Molly works those arm muscles. (There is no chair underneath her. She just hangs like this for some reason.)

Banpo Bridge

Sunday evening at the soccer field. He needed my sunglasses because of that bright sun. And he's got dirty hands, obvs.

We don't have a dishwasher (unless you're staring at me), but this is a breeze compared to what Steve's washing after dinner. I laughed while I listened to Sam- "No, that's too HOT!" (one second later) "No, that's too COLD!" (screams!) I love doing dishes. Dishes don't talk.

Officially a two-car-family again!

That time we ate Mexican food in Korea and I backed into a car

• The sitter arrived at 9am yesterday morning. Steve and I bolted out of the house and into the car, because FREEDOM!
• And before you pity my children, just know that Sam started dancing when the sitter arrived and then said he didn't want Mommy and Daddy to come home. ((If we could afford to stay somewhere overnight, you can bet your last squeezy pouch that we would have done that, little man.))
• We arrived in Seoul mid-morning and hit up the mega-commissary on post, the booze section at the PX, and Starbucks. Living the dream, people.
• We were able to park on post and walk a short distance to Itaewon- a neighborhood in Seoul that we haven't been to before. It's the "foreigner district" and they have lots of "Big Size" clothes stores, foreign restaurants (Indian, Thai, Italian, Mexican, McDonalds, Bulgarian, etc), and bars. We went to a popular Mexican restaurant called Vatos Tacos for lunch and it did not disappoint.

Not disappointing unless you're into chips and dip, because they brought out exactly 3 massive chips and about a tablespoon of salsa.

I had a galbi burrito and it was uhhhmazing. It's no Chipotle, but it was A Very Delicious Burrito.

• We walked around until my hair had officially turned into an afro (nothing like 1,000% humidity and a light mist) and then headed back to our car. We weren't sure what the weather was going to do, so we headed for IPark Mall, which, idk if you've heard, is MASSIVE. We parked there and walked around for a bit, admiring how lost we were in a matter of minutes as well as the amount of stuff they had managed to squeeze in this place.

Drooled over cameras and lenses and then decided that it wasn't worth the risk. (This photo shows approximately 1/264th of the camera and lens sales counters on this floor. The entire floor was cameras and camera gear. The electronics section of the mall had its own little (ha) wing.)

• We also made out in a dressing room.
• We eventually met up with Aggie and family and walked around together (aka the blind leading the blind). After dragging them all over kingdom come, we decided to head back to Itaewon for dinner. 
• We randomly found this LOVELY little Italian restaurant and decided that Korean-Italian was better than no Italian. Except we were totally shocked because it was actually real Italian food. (That, or our tastebuds are thoroughly confused at this point.)

Open air dining! (all the windows are rolled back)

That drink was called "Blue Lemon" something and we still don't know what was in it. Caprese salad was the bomb dot com though. (Also, an awesome photobomb of an impressive noodle slurp back there.)

Poor Steve is allergic to shrimp, so I couldn't share. I hated to be responsible for eating this shrimpy, bacon-y, onion-y, broccoli, creamy goodness all by myself....

• One of my main goals for our day was to see the Banpo Bridge show. (Every night, the bridge puts on a water and light show that is all set to music. Pretty amazing.) Steve had to get cash out of the ATM for the sitter ($$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$) so I went and got the car to save time ("Get in, ya sexy betch!" - peel off at 20mph) and then drove us down to the river. We were going to miss the first show by a few minutes, so I might have been going a bit faster than usual, but when we started pulling into the parking lot, I saw FIREWORKS going off and I was more ready than ever to get out and go stand next to the mighty Han River. So I'm backing into the spot and waiting to hit the parking stopper. I slowly run into it, throw the car in park, grab my purse/camera bag, and start running. Then I see a Korean couple standing behind our car and staring at our bumper and oh no. I did not run into a parking stopper. I ran into a parked car. With people in it. People who, at the time of the bump, had been bumping in a very different way, if you catch my drift. I gave them my best "stupid American" and bowed a few times while saying "sorry" in English. I do believe they saw no scratches on their car in the pitch-black darkness of nighttime, and maybe they also wanted to get back to whatever was happening in that car before I so boldly interrupted. Steve and I stood there for a minute more after they got back in their car (hoping they'd call the cops on us maybe? trying to feel less guilty? like standing there staring makes it better somehow?) and then we noticed their seats were reclined once again, so we skedaddled on over to the riverside.
• We watched the end of the fireworks show and some more of the bridge show. We walked further down towards the bridge to get a better look (and because we could barely even hear the music from where we were standing). There were also a TON of people out! It was incredible. The weather was amazing- so cool from the rain earlier in the day and nice and breezy. I was actually a tad chilly. AT THE END OF JULY. Where was this weather last year when we had no car and I sweat gallons upon gallons every single day until October?

Look at the little cruise ships watching too!

• We finally decided to head home and then got lost (or if you're Steve- "just seeing more of Korea!") and then got home around 10:30. I showered and fell asleep while Steve sat on hold with USAA for half the night to get our second car insured. (Oh yes we are buying an upscale hoopty!)
• Overall, it was the most fun I've had in a really long time. If it didn't feel like hemorrhaging money, I imagine we'd do it more often.

Halfway there

We've been living in Korea for one year as of today. It has been one big crazy ride so far. Can't believe we only have one year left in this beautiful country. We are going to try to live it up while we can! Enjoy this slide show that took me approximately way too long to make. I only had to weed through something like 4k pictures (wish I was exaggerating!) and then figure out how to add music and well, this is amateur hour here.

An abundance of random things

• Thank you a thousand times over for all of the sweet comments and emails and texts and prayers after my miscarriage post. They are all so appreciated, and only confirms that I really do have the greatest friends.
• Funny things Sam's been saying:
• After drinking water, and then jumping around- "My water is giggling!" (points to tummy) (I said "sloshing" once, but I guess that word didn't stick.)
• After eating, he holds his belly and says, "Oh Ma, I think my tummy is growing!"
• "Yer a boom-ta-hottie." (Steve sings to me, "You're not just a hottie, you're a hottie boombalottie!" None of that "Mary had a little lamb" bullshit around here...) (Also, I didn't believe that was a real song until Steve googled it one night and showed me. I'd bet that Google settles about 93% of our fact-based arguments. Our search history would make you laugh out loud if it didn't horrify you first.)
• "My-YOR" (Myer) (Molly)
• As soon as we finish a meal (any meal)- "But Ma, what's fer yunch?"
• We took our kids to our favorite beef and leaf Sunday evening. Even though the sweet old lady cooked our meat for us (not sure how we would have managed otherwise), I still felt like we were refereeing an intense match of American Gladiator with a side of throwing food at the kids so they would sit still long enough for us to shovel our yummy food in our mouths. Overall, I'm going to call it a success though. Sam even tried some of the food (really out of character for him, although I did lie and tell him the meat was chicken..) and loved it. Molly mostly took Steve's rice as her own and began using any utensil she could get her hands on to scoop it into her gaping maw. Once we established how hot the burning hot flaming fire was, no one had any desire to touch it. A'thankya Jesus. I love being able to do things as a family like that. I also love being able to enjoy the food I'm eating, so we're not giving up date nights any time soon ever.
• After dinner we walked around the market and talked to some dogs forever and visited our Korean sitter's new place of employment (a cafe). Of course she was on her dinner break while we were there, but we got some $moothie$ anyway and enjoyed the free(ish) AC. She is back to working 6 days a week, so we might not see her as much anymore.... insert my sad face here.
• We attempted to take the kids to their first-ever movie theater this past weekend. We walked in and gave them 3D glasses. Uproar. Maybe because we didn't let Sam fish them out of the box himself? Fine. Put them back in the box. YOU pick a pair out for yourself. Doesn't want to wear them. Well, you won't be able to see the movie very well without them. Which is kinda the whole reason we're here. Ok don't wear the glasses. Do we need to go outside and have a talk? Let's go outside and have a talk. You want to STAY out here and play? But there is a movie and lots of AC inside! What is wrong with you? Don't you want to watch Planes? And eat popcorn? Let's go! As we walk into the theater, the Korean national anthem is playing. Covers ears, runs, screams that it's too loud and hurting his ears. Ask the ticket lady if we can get a refund since this isn't working out. No refund? Only a coupon? Greaaaaaaat. Thanks. We head home and watch Madagascar 2 with a volume setting of 11 and pop our own popcorn. At least we can drink beer in our living room.
• Molly played in a sandbox recently. Sam must have dumped sand over her head when I wasn't looking because when we got home, the sweat from her head had adhered the sand to her SCALP like Gorilla Glue. I spent no less than 10 minutes with the water in one hand and my other hand intensely scrubbing the sand out of her hair. I put her (dry) hair behind her ears a minute ago and more sand fell out. Awesome.
• We went to a new church this past weekend (at another post near us). Even though we got the start time wrong, we caught the last half of mass and our little monkeys sat through it! Major victory for us since we haven't had a good mass experience since Molly became mobile and we no longer have access to church nurseries. I allowed them to bring one book and one car each. I know my mother would never allow that, but dammit I don't have her superpowers! How did she get 5 children to sit through mass with no entertainment??? I wish she'd write a book with her secrets. Anyways, after mass we were told there was going to be fellowship in the coffee house next door. We walk over with all 20 of the other churchgoers (this is a tiny church!) and lo and behold, this is no coffee-and-donuts after-mass gathering that I'm accustomed to. (Although, this is Korea, I don't know why I'm still expecting normal things.) We hung out and chatted with a few people and then Mrs. Kim announced that the spaghetti is ready! (?) Then Mr. Lee walked throughout the room and handed everyone corn on the cob that he had grown in his garden. He proceeded to tell us everything else he was currently growing. The corn was great, although not exactly complimentary to the coffee. We didn't partake in the spaghetti since it was only 10am, but the kids gladly ate the little bags of chips they passed out and rubbed all of the Cheeto dust into their church clothes. A very nice morning. We'll be back.
• What does it say about you when you are riding in the car and your husband asks if you remembered to put on a bra?
• Molly will go around the table at dinner and name us off as she points to us- Dada, Mama, Eem, ME!
• And I think that's about it. Here is a picture!

 

Project 365 - week 29

Thank you so so much for all of your sweet comments, prayers, well wishes, emails, texts, and facebook messages after my last post. I really do love my slice of the internet- the BEST people hang out here. xo

I expect to see lots of English mistakes in Korea- but not on post.

BFFs eating macaroni and making wayyyyy too much noisy.

A photo of my nugget- thank you for all the kind words and prayers!

Another evening at the soccer field. Some nights we play soccer, other nights we just run around and do whatever it takes to burn that pre-bedtime energy.

After we had a successful beef and leaf dinner, we browsed the market and came upon a small pet shop with three of Molly's favorite things.

This child.. sand everywhere. EVERYWHERE. But who can resist these chunky little toddler feet?

The kid can put away some noodles.

Writing this was good for my soul

• I'm not entirely sure how to start this post, but I have such an intense desire to write-it-out-so-that-it-will-stop-rattling-in-my-head that I'm just gonna start it and see where it goes. Bullet-style, of course. 
• This past week, I joined a club that I never wanted to be in- the Moms Who Miscarried Club. They are a strong, yet sad group of women that never wanted to join the club either. I'm sure they all thought it would never happen to them, and yet they find themselves looking at other pregnant women a bit differently and deleting pregnancy apps off their phone and hiding any baby stuff they might have accumulated since they first saw the two pink lines in the bathroom.
• Also, hey I've been pregnant for the past 10 weeks. I had a much cuter way of announcing this- something more Pinterest-y and less depressing.
• I initially went to the clinic at the post here, but if history has taught us anything, it's that no one knows what they are doing at this "medical facility", so after having blood drawn and my lady bits poked with a nerf gun flashlight, it was concluded that I should go see a real doctor in Seoul.
• I did more bloodwork in Seoul and waited around for my appointment with the OB. I was honestly expecting him to tell me to keep an eye on the spotting, but that everything looked ok.
• The OB (Korean) came in and did an internal ultrasound. He pointed to the tiny screen and asked us what we saw. He asked us if we thought that looked good. He asked us what we thought that meant. Having no background in radiology, I knew not what I was looking at. Hell, I can look at a fully developed baby on an ultrasound and still have no clue what I'm staring at. So this little game of 20 questions was not amusing to me. The language barrier wasn't helping.
• I love Korea. I truly truly do. But right then, I just wanted to talk to someone whose first language was English. I didn't want to have to comprehend his words and accent while also trying to comprehend the medical things he was telling us.
• So after very little guidance and a lot of insensitive remarks (that I am trying to chalk up to "lost in translation"), we left the hospital and headed home. Time to wait for my body to "do its thing."

 

My first and last photo of our third baby

• I expected the process to take quite some time (or so Doctor Google said), so I knew I couldn't just sit at home and wait for it to happen. The kids would make me crazy. I would make myself crazy. So we continued on with our regularly scheduled activities and went to Seoul to see Aggie and her kids for the day. As soon as we got to her apartment though, I knew that it was happening. I feel terrible that I basically threw my kids at her as I ran to the bathroom, but Aggie is one of those friends that you'd want to be around if something major like that is going on in your life. So in between bathroom trips, we watched the kids play, talked with Aggie's psychotic neighbor, witnessed Levi sneeze two macaroni noodles out of his nose, sang Happy Birthday, ate cupcakes, and tried to keep all of the children from catapulting themselves from the trampoline couch onto the floor. To say that being at her house and having these distractions was great would be a massive understatement. I am so blessed by her friendship and support.
• Emotionally, I'm still not really believing any of this. I think my mom was a bit shocked when we facetimed the other day and I wasn't mopping the floor with my tears. This lifestyle won't allow it. But I do believe my brain is somehow protecting me from jumping off into the deep end of dark emotions.This pregnancy wasn't announced to many- only a few friends, most of them being here in Korea. The day I found out I miscarried, the photo books announcing the pregnancy to our families were shipped. So for quite some time, since our families didn't know, the pregnancy itself didn't even feel real to me. I know I'm in the minority here, but I have no pregnancy symptoms other than getting incredibly fat. (I know, lynch my chubby self now!) So I never noticed any loss of pregnancy symptoms that would lead me to believe I could miscarry. I still can't believe it happened to me. I've never had an issue getting pregnant and both of my pregnancies were so uneventful that a doctor might yawn while looking over my patient history. I know "every pregnancy is different" but I'm still me. I thought my body was good at pregnancy and birth. Now that it has somehow failed leaves me feeling like I am in need of fixing.
• It has also been a big ol' slap in the face that, whether I want to dwell on it or not, life goes on. The laundry does not give a shit that I just had a miscarriage yesterday. The kids won't magically fix their own breakfast because I don't want to get out of bed. The whining doesn't stop because I need a minute to myself. Life. Goes. On. These little people need attention and some sort of nutrition, and it's my job to give it to them. And so I will.
• Steve has been great, as usual. He missed time at work so he could be with me at appointments and help with the kids. He tells me that I should probably eat some fudge, that my maxi pads make my butt look good, and that God has a plan for us. I know He does, but it comforts me so much more when those words come out of my husband's mouth. I love that I get to do life with him.
• Also, a huge shout-out to Alicia, who let Molly nap (scream/nap) and play at her house while we went to the doc in Seoul. I know Molly's fear of that hospital is real and having her miss naptime so she can sit with us at a doctor's office is my idea of hell on earth. Having Sam record the entire vaginal ultrasound with my iphone was quite enough. I am seriously so thankful for such helpful friends. 
• So anyways, that's what's been happening around here. My heart is broken, my womb is empty, but my arms are full- I can still read all of my kids' favorite books to them and give them gummy bears when I'm not supposed to and crack a fart joke to make Steve laugh. Life goes on.

Project 365 - week 28

Thanks to Pinterest, no one is slinging applesauce all over my kitchen anymore! Molly remains unimpressed.

Grocery shopping with the gang

I asked him to stick his lip out and pout, and this is what we ended up with. He's trying his hardest not to smile at me.

So focused on riding her royal steed that she can't even be bothered to wave to her fan club. Luckily she has a good manager daddy that's willing to help her out.

After a rough Sunday with crazy kids and no husband (damn staff duty!), I decided to look up (instead of down at the playground where everyone else was hanging out with their dads/husbands-ugh! Tell me I'm not alone in these feelings when your husband is working and no one else is?) and was greeted with some pretty clouds.

Because a week of photos wouldn't be complete without a grainy cell phone shot.

Showing off his gymnastic abilities. Can you believe it's 8pm in this picture? Why doesn't he look tired?

I've decided that this is how it's going to be from now on

• Bullets. Because it ain't broke. And this might be the only way I can peck out sentences that are somewhat grammatically correct.
• 4th of July! No, I am not recapping. You would only get a few crappy cell phone photos anyway. We ate at a Korean McDonalds, talked to a very nice Korean couple (the husband was wearing a "Britain" shirt- and I didn't have the heart to tell him "right colors, wrong country"), then went on post for the festival there. We saw a Korean marching band, and I've got to say, it's the most interesting marching band I've ever seen. These girls were dressed in these leather outfits (tall boots, short skirts, etc) and alternated between dancing, marching, singing, and playing their instruments. HIGHLY entertaining. Luckily I had the presence of mind to film some of it on my phone and that kept everyone entertained during today's doctor's appointment. #winning
• Today's doctor's appointment existed so that Sam could get a physical so I can sign him up for soccer. We learned that he is perfectly stubborn. He wouldn't answer any questions the sweet nurse was asking him for the vision test and acted like he was being stuck with hot pokers while getting his temperature and blood pressure taken. (He has high blood pressure, btw. Probably from all the thrashing about and screaming.) I assured the doc that his vision is great- he can spy a helicopter/digger/garbage truck from miles away and never misses candy, even if it's carefully hidden. After the appointment, we headed over to CYSS and I realized immediately why I've never registered my children for anything on post before- because it is one giant PITA. Passport numbers, copy of orders, copy of command sponsorship memo, husband has to sign for NEO- I mean, do we LOOK like we just decided to come to Korea (Camp CASEY of all places?!) of our own free will and try to register for 3yo soccer so we could get a free tshirt? Because if so, maybe I need to upgrade my makeup situation, because it isn't hiding my crazy like I thought it was. Regardless, I have something like 20 more days to return this stack of papers so The Powers That Be can rest assured that we are legit Army dependents who are here legally. Hopefully I can get it done in time. (fingers crossed)
• My AC has been cranked up for the summer! Huzzah! It works, and it's fabulous. And I don't even care what the bill looks like for these two months out of the year. I will not watch my children sweat to death at 7am.
• Sad news- my fridge died. But only the fridge. Thank GOD because I have something like $100 worth of meat in my freezer and I can't afford for that to kick the bucket on me now. The fridge was mostly empty, but all of my condiments died a slow, warm death and I went through the disgusting process of seeing what would go down the sink drain yesterday morning before the repairman came. Spoiler alert- the pickle relish did not go down. Neither did the almond butter. So after I poured a mixture of garlic spaghetti sauce, grape jelly, mayonnaise, blueberry greek yogurt, and incredibly moldy sour cream down the drain (you better believe that it smelled like vomit), I had to stick my hand down into the murky vom-smelling waters and scoop the obstructions out of the food catcher. I only had to bleach my hands a few dozens times to get the heebie jeebies off, but I'm fine now. Remembering the relish and butter info for future reference though. I get to take the kids to the commi with me this afternoon to replenish the supplies so that should be SO FUN.
• We went to a sand cafe with our good friends in Seoul earlier this week and it was so cute! So tiny! So sandy! Molly is over a kids cafe after about an hour, so once her crazy set in, we started packing up to leave. As we were headed towards the stairs, I cautioned Sam about how thin and steep the steps were (not a great combo for unstable toddlers), and to be careful. Right as I said that, I see Molly flying face first down the stairs and I instinctively grabbed in her direction. Saved her! But by her hair. ((ouch)) So I'm not really sure what she would have preferred- fall down a flight of stairs, or have your mother hold you up by your hair? Sorry Molly. I went with my gut. You were soothed by listening to "Love Is An Open Door" 6,000 times on repeat. Our poor friends. It's a wonder they still invite us places. 
• In other news, we used the Korean sitter! She is awesome! I mean, I had a brief freakout once we left about how we basically left our kids with someone we know nothing about, but I had a good feeling about this girl. We arrived at our favorite beef and leaf and I tried explaining (to the older woman that owns the place) why we weren't coming on Tuesdays for lunch anymore. "Our kids aren't in preschool during the summer. And they are crazy, so we can't bring them here." I don't think she understood any of it, and I don't think she's ever understood that we have children, so I pulled out my phone and showed her a picture of Sam and Molly. Her eyes widened. 
• "OH! These your children?!?!" 
• Yes. Don't they look like us? Or maybe just him? 
• "Where your children now? States?" 
• No, they're here. 
• "Dongducheon??" 
• Yes. They're with a babysitter.
• That wasn't clicking at all. I could tell by her face. So I showed her a picture of our sitter and told her that our kids were with her. Even more confusion. (Probably wondering why I have a teenage Asian daughter.) I'm fairly certain that she thinks we locked our kids in our apartment so we could come eat. "Babysitter" is not in the Korean vocab and I'm going to try and ask around to see what word would come closest so I can better explain myself next time. Or maybe I'll just bring the kids and see what happens.
• On our way home from dinner, I texted the sitter to let her know we were headed their way. No response and she didn't read the message. We got upstairs and no one was there. For one brief moment I thought that maybe, just maybe, she was crazy enough to kidnap my children, but then we looked out the window and saw them all running across the playground. She had taken them down to the store to get ice cream. Because of course! Sam was none too pleased to see us. He was actually closer to "irate" if I had to put a word to his emotions. He loved hanging out with her, and I can tell that he used the language barrier to his advantage- half-eaten bowl of mac n cheese on the couch, a movie paused, sitter sent me a video showing the kids being pushed on the swings, and ice cream. She's great with them and I can't wait to have her over again.
• And I think that's it for today. Here are some pictures!

Listening to that Frozen song. On repeat. Foreverrrrrrrrr.......

Sam's feelings on listening to that &$^%! song again.

Project 365 - week 27

It's still Tuesday where you are, right? Good, so I'm not late. (Technically.)

Breakfast burritos and grapes. Served only on the finest of china.

He has been wearing this tupperware as a hat for as long as I can remember.

Independence Day!

We ate like Americans.

A little soccer before bed. I truly love Korea, but I miss having a backyard.

An after-dinner walk through town. Sam is clearly on the verge of blessing me out and Steve is checking to see how many eyes are upon us. (Hint: all of them)

Here is the sight I woke up to yesterday morning. Sam decided to have his own little party in the kitchen. We have gone over the appropriateness of Doritos for breakfast, but that lesson hasn't fully sunk in yet, I guess.

Project 365 - week 26

Only one cell phone pic this week! Wahoo! And only two days late in posting! Shazam!

The long walk home with the ice cream cone.

Another "oops, almost forgot to take a picture today" picture. Steve is such a good sport.

There were no good pictures from our last visit to the kids cafe. People were ready to go, eat their suckers, play with their water guns, etc. Ain't nobody got time to sit still for pictures.

This child is OBSESSED with baby wipes. If I wipe her with one for any reason (after a diaper change, after dinner, etc), she needs her own (clean) wipe. She will take it all around the house, wiping windows, the AC unit, her teddy's bottom- you name it, she will wipe it. Don't you dare try to tell her she doesn't need one. Because she NEEDS it! (insert epic tantrums and fits!)

He's a real sweetie when he wants to be.

War Eagle!

Fakers.

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