tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120165842011-11-17T17:28:32.031-05:00<center>...Still Searching<hr></center>Damonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12600532190842485428noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12016584.post-1131566928459216212005-11-09T15:08:00.000-05:002005-11-09T15:31:38.666-05:00

Yesterday, for the most part, was a pretty routine day. I got out of bed in the morning, got ready for the day, fixed Grandad's breakfast and went to work. I came home at lunch and found Grandad still in bed, woke him up and got him started in the right direction for the day. Went back to work as he was dressing and then came home again at 4:30 in the afternoon.Fixing breakfast for Grandad, as

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Today, whilst home for lunch, I ran across a survey that was addressed to my grandfather. The survey said that it would randomize answers, so feel free to record your true thoughts as it would be totally anonymous. It went on to further state that the purpose of the survey was to reach you, average Joe USA!Well, right off the bat, I thought this was funny. My grandfather is almost 93 years old

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If you've been online in the last, oh, 10 years, you've probably heard of a little company called Google.Google is a California based company who is trying to, "organize the world's information and make it universally accessible and useful."When Google first started, it was just one search engine among many. But that isn't the case anymore.Today, Google is still a search engine, but they're also

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During my daily routine, I drive pass the same police station 4 times. I drive to work right around shift change and pass it. I drive home before lunch and pass it. I drive back to work after lunch and pass it. I drive home again right around shift change and pass it.During these daily drives, I see many police on the road. Usually about 6 or 7 every trip, and I've started to notice a trend:

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And this dream is not my normal dream where little black boys and little white girls are able to walk down the street, hand in hand, free from oppression.No, this dream is more realistic, more vital to human survival.My dream is that every red-blooded American boy and girl have their own Angelina Jolie."But, how is that possible," you ask?Well let me tell you! This morning, while perusing

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Once upon a time there lived a boy named Ariel. Ariel lived with his people in a paradise (of sorts) surrounded by desert. He and his people lived in peace with the land until one day they were set upon by snakes. The snakes came to Ariel's people with promises of war and hostile intent. They told the boy that there would be no peace amongst them, and that the only way that Ariel could ensure

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Yesterday, while talking to my cousin (who happens to work for the Port Authority in NY), the subject of airport security came up.He's currently working at JFK airport, and he had to take a security training class upon arrival. He learned that every single employee at the airport is actually a security guard. There are incentives to try and catch anyone doing anything wrong. If you catch

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You know how sometimes you get so tired and bored with life that you just don't make any sense? Somehow lunchtime becomes bedtime, and you contemplate different ways to actually keep yourself awake.About 3 minutes ago, I slapped myself in the face. Hard. Someone in my office stood up and asked me if I was alright. I said I didn't know. I still don't.Maybe it's a chemical imbalance somewhere

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That's right, I said it!This weekend, I heard the song 'The Greatest Love of All' for the first time in years. You know, the Whitney Houston song that starts out 'I believe that children are our future'. I was sitting there listening to it, thinking about how she's probably right, the children are the future. As the song progressed and neared the end, Whitney sung, "No matter what they take

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I hate you. You have done everything in your power to ruin my life.I wish you could feel feelings so that I could make you feel pain.I wish you had nuts so that I could kick you in them.I wish you had blood, so that I could make you bleed your own blood until you died.I hate you, lawnmower, I hate you so much.Sincerely,Damon

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Blame It On The RainMilli Vanilli once performed a song entitled, ‘Blame It On The Rain’. Notice I said performed and not sung. Anyone from my generation would know the scandal that consumed Milli Yanilli and eventually led to their fall from grace.I bring this up because I believe that the song was actually sung by a Mr. Walter Myhre. Grandad is a firm believer that all of life’s problems can

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I've been doing some thinking lately, and I've come to a conclusion: You can't really blame the semi-recent incidents at Abu Ghraib on our soldiers.For those not in the know, basically here's what happened:Soldiers went to Iraq. Soldiers took prisoners. Soldiers put prisoners in prison. Soldiers were made to also stay in prison as guards. Soldiers were caught taking pictures with prisoners in

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Successful ChristianityMy grandfather practices what I like to call '‘Successful Christianity'. It is very easy to practice, and probably has become second-nature to him at this point.Successful Christianity centers on not questioning God'’s ways...but is so much more than that. Never question God's motives. If you don'’t know why something happened, don't think about it. Questions lead to

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Life at SeaWalter Myhre was a seaman during WWII. He was a member of the Merchant Marines. Some might argue that he still is, at least on the inside. Tales of sea travel and the ruffians who accompanied him on his many sojourns across the sea are a favorite of my grandfather.As a matter of fact, where one tale ends, another begins, and so on until the listener gets up and leaves. Now mind you

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Once upon a time in a land not so far from here lived a man named Larry. Larry was a strange bird, at best, and had strong beliefs. That is to say, he believed that everyone else should accept anything he said as fact. Other than that, his beliefs seemed to scatter to and fro.One day, Larry, myself, and a group of three or four coworkers went to lunch at a local pizza joint. While eating, the

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Planes, Trains and AutomobilesIf there is one thing that holds true in American society today, it’s that elderly people are dangerous when placed behind the wheel of an automobile. I know that the majority of serious accidents are caused by a much younger generation, but I’m standing strong with my previous statement. The sheer number of accidents caused by 'the youth' is probably in part due to

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These are a few poems I've written in my lifetime.A Letter To JewelI hear your music every dayI cannot escapeWho will say-e-ave my soul?Purified by your deathI die happyFulfilled in obeying the voices in my headYou are beautiful, yet only skin deepWho will save my soul?Rectified in your non-existanceI can die contentWho will save my soul?No one.UntitledMy heart, The lonely wandererMy soul, At

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It wasn't the first time I had said those words, and it probably wouldn't be the last. My name is Damon Morris, and I live with my grandfather. If you have spent any time at all with an older individual, then you may be familiar with the following scenario.I've lived with Walter Myhre, or Grandad, as I affectionately call him, for about 16 months now. And ever since the first day I moved in,

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This past weekend I spent a good amount of time with our good buddy Christianity.You see, I’m getting married in a little over a month, and the minister we chose to perform the ceremony wanted to meet with us for a couple of days to talk about our marriage. Denny, whom I had not previously met but is a personal friend of my future wife’s, lives out in Bumblejunk, Pennsylvania. For all intents

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It was the turn of the millenium. It was an age of self induced legends. A time of advancement and wonders. A time when the Backstreet Boys were treated like royalty and a man could commit murder if he were rich enough. Some called it was a brave new world, and others gawked at their achievements. The irony of it all is that these people, these technologically advanced, civilized people, were

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Much like Hunter S. Thompson, we’re all looking for the American Dream. It is an illusive thing, and seems to be found everywhere. It’s everywhere because it can be found in the eyes of a woman or the tip of the needle. It’s illusive because once you think you have it, it slips away.One person, hunting for this American Dream is Damon Morris. Damon is a young man of 29, who has been searching

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Google is at it again. Print.Google.com is yet another 'Beta' service that Google is working on. If it comes to fruition, I think it will be interesting, indeed.Google's self-proclaimed mission is to "organize the world's information, but much of that information isn't yet online. Google Print aims to get it there by putting book content where you can find it most easily – right in your

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This morning I decided to explore the Blogger community. There's a magical little button at the top right of my page that states 'Next Blog>>'. At first, I was under the impression that the next blog would always be the next blog, and that I'd find solace in a neighbor...of sorts. However, this just isn't so. Each and every time I'd navigate back to my site and click that button, I'd be taken

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Abraham,I think everyone has experienced that feeling at least once in their life. At least anyone who stands up to pee. I hear a good portion of the population don't, but I really can't confirm that.Let's use a ball field as an example. Say you've had a beer or two, enough to need to pee, but not enough to break sobriety, and you have to use the bathroom. Let's say you're at Yankee stadium, and

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After much coaxing from one of my peers, I finally decided to try listening to The White Stripes new album Get Behind Me Satan.I'll be honest, I've never thought much of the band, and I certainly didn't have high expectations from them. I put them into the same category as The Strokes, and any number of other bands which seemed to crop up at the same time and slang their poppy punk to teens who

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If you asked anyone in the world today what Americans care about the most, the unanimous answer would be probably be 'money'. We have it, we want it, we worry about it. It's what makes this country tick. People come to America seeking 'freedom', which is just another word for 'money'. In today's world money is freedom. It allows a person to do whatever they want. If you have enough money

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Last night I watched a movie I'd highly recommend. It was called 'Primer' and as far as I can tell, it's a recent release on DVD. Well, DVD and VHS, if you're old school.Anyway, I read a review that said the movie was created without exceeding it's $7000 budget. While the movie shows that it was not expensive to create, with it's lack of special effects and it's feel of being filmed with a

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Ok, ok, it's true: The title of this particular essay is a direct rip off of one of the better songs on Weezer's new album, Make Believe.But that aside, I wanted to take a few minutes and talk about drug usage in America. I understand that other countries use drugs as well, but since I can't confirm that these supposed 'other countries' actually exist, I'm just going to focus on the United

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'Contemporary Crossover' is now officially the grossest thing on earth, beating out milk by a small percentage of votes."But, Damon, what is contemporary crossover," you ask?Well, contemporary crossover, as defined by yours truly, is the merging of today's 'country-western' genre with that of contemporary adult rock. 'Musicians' such as Shania Twain, Faith Hill, and Tim McGraw fall into this

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I just finished reading an article in the NY Times which focused on declining attendance at movie theatres. I'm not going to go into detail about the economics of the decline, as you can just read the linked article.What I am going to talk about is that the people who wrote the article, who study these phenomena, are missing the point entirely.They say that the decline is due to the movies. That

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Just about everyone is going to have a different definition of what makes a good album. Some listen for the guitar, some for the drums. Some people listen strictly for deep lyrics, and the list goes on. One thing that I think can be consistently said for everyone's definition is that a good album captivates interest. If an album takes you away from whatever you're doing, be it driving, working,

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Do girls get pee shivers?

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That's right, I said it! Honestly, though, I don't really know the guy, so I can't say for sure, but his comments sure make him out to be an asshole, at least in my book.Unless you've been living under a rock, you've heard about the recent comment made by Mexico's President Fox: "Mexican immigrants do jobs that not even blacks want to do there in the United States."Now, I'll agree with Sharpton

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This morning, while trying to make my way through the work slump I face every day from 7:15AM to 4:00PM, I ran across a story in the news that just tickled my fancy. You know, vibrated my nuts? Anyway, as you've probably heard, Star Wars 3 opened this last weekend at theatres across the United States. Freaks and Geeks alike went to the showing, donning the garb of their favorite characters. Well,

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I've had a dog for some time now. 7 years or so, I believe. Outside of 'maintenance' she's fairly inexpensive to house, despite her 85 lb. curb weight.Recently, I've inherited a cat. It came with the lady who moved into my house. Just for the fun of it, I decided to do a little math to see what the normal monthly cost associated with both pets works out to be.Girls (rottweiler):50 lb. bag of '

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"Name?""Excuse me?""Your name, please. Can I have your name?" repeats the lady at the front counter."Oh, sorry, it's Damon. Damon Morris. Dr. Murphy just sent me over to schedule an appointment on your fancy machine.""Ok, please fill out this piece of paper," says the lady as she hands me the page.Name? Easy enough: Damon MorrisAge, sex (yes please!) etc etc.The bottom section of the paper

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When I was younger and lived in Alaska, I was a housemover. Not one of those pussies who put couches in a truck and drove them around town, but a guy who jacked up houses, loaded them onto dollies and moved the entire structure to a different location.Anyway, there was this guy who my boss knew from High School or something, who had a house way out in the boonies that he was building that he

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Lately, I've been listening to a lot of new music. Some of my old favorites are starting to sound a little bit stale, so I figured I'd branch out a bit. Today's article will be to review the good, the bad, and the ugly. Weezer - Make Believe. This album, when I first got ahold of a copy, didn't impress me at all. I think the problem is, whenever I listen to Weezer, I compare the songs to those

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This morning, I woke up and took a shower and got ready for work. On my way out the door, I passed my grandfather's room and noticed he was up and getting ready for his day. I've lived with 92 year old Grandad for about 4 years now, and he's NEVER up at 7:30 on a weekday. The man usually goes to bed around midnight, and sleeps in until about 10 or 11. He lives the good life, basically.Well,

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Tonight: 90 minutes of intense dental surgery.Tomorrow night: Weezer concert. Weeeee!

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Let me start by saying that, if you have a bad shoulder, you should never take someone up on a bet to see who can do the most push-ups in under a minute. It's just a bad idea.That being said, Monday evening I decided to take someone up on a bet to see who can do the most push-ups in under a minute. I'm a little out of shape, but I managed to squeeze out 30 of them in roughly 30 seconds, then gave

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Milk.That's right. I just implied that milk is the grossest thing on earth.Forget all the talk about it being unnatural to drink the fluids of another animal. Forget the talk about cows milk being naturally formulated for calves, rather than people. That's interesting, but not necessarily gross. Weird, yes. Gross, not necessarily.Let's talk about puss. You know, that whitish yellowish stuff that

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A few weeks ago, Denver reinstated an older law that was overturned. As of 4/9/05, all pitbull owners were given 30 days to remove their dogs from city limits.What kind of fucked up bullshit is that? I'm sorry for the profuse use of vulgar language, but this really ticks me off. As you probably know, I have a Rottweiler. I've had her for 7 years, and she's pretty much the best dog a guy could

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You know what gives me a thrill like no other? Previewing stuff that isn't yet available to the general public.For example, on the night I proposed to my upcoming wife, we watched a press screening of Blade III: Trinity. It wasn't out yet, people hadn't seen it, and it felt good to beat them to the punch.Another example is the episode of the Family Guy I watched last night. The show is finally

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During my stint of surfing today, I came across something that I thought was pretty interesting:Toyota is releasing a new system they call 'G Book Alpha' on their upcoming cars. It will be a wireless system, much like GM's 'OnStar', but with some features above and beyond those currently available.For example, the system will give the driver access to thousands of karaoke songs to sing your

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All year long, hippies and stoners alike smoke up at 4:20. I don't know how it started, and quite frankly, I don't really care. Point is, they do.Of course, the culmination of the 4:20 culture is to smoke a bowl at 4:20 on 4/20.I'll admit, even though I'm not the devout stoner I used to be, and even though I never really bought into the '4:20 is the BEST time of day to smoke, man! Weeeeeeewwww!'

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Funny story: I NEVER wore my seat built until about 3 years ago. I was young and indestructible, ya know? Anyway, they passed a 'click-it or ticket' law in NJ, and they made it so that they could actually pull you over for the offense. Well, one day I was cruising around without my seatbelt on, and I got pulled over. The officer explained why he pulled me over, and asked me why I wasn't wearing

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This weekend, I received a forwarded message telling me to try a new game: Kitten Cannon.Kitten Cannon, while new, is just a variation of your classic 'throw an animal as far as it can go' type game. Basically, you load a canon with a kitten, aim it, and hit the space bar at just the right time. The kitten makes a quick 'Mew!' and flies across the screen. Periodically placed on the ground are '

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After lunch today, I was driving back to the office when I stopped to let a car onto the road. We were at a light, so I basically just stopped short so they could merge. Well, at first the car wasn't facing the same way as I was. They didn't have enough room, so they kind of pulled in front of me sideways. I was just sitting there in my truck, looking into the passenger side window of this

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As you may or may not know, I'm getting married in the near future. 108 days from now, to be exact. We've set up our venders, mailed out what needs to be mailed, and generally have everything in pretty good standings at this point.The other day, I was talking to one of my good friends back in Alaska, and I found out that one of my other friends, who I had invited to the wedding, probably won't

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This morning, I got up and put my pants on one leg at a time, just like usual. Then I came to work.My morning routine usually includes filling up my cup of water, my cereal bowl, and sitting down at my desk. I usually read my personal emails, my blogs, my forums, before doing any real work.This morning, I headed over to ReadJDM to read the new article Jonathan posted. This week his column dealt

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Last year I purchased a subwoofer from a small online electronics manufacturer, Elemental Designs. I didn't have that much money, so I purchased their low end 12" subwoofer (no pun intended). It was called the 12Kx, and it cost me about $100, shipped to my door, with a 3 year warranty.The sub sounded great, responded to reasonable small power, and fit into a semi-small 1 cubic foot box. It was

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This morning, on the way to work, I was rerouted because of an accident. Route 1 is a major highway I pass on my commute, and today it was impassable. There was a tractor-trailer jacknifed across the entire intersection, and police EVERYWHERE.As I drove closer to the intersection, I noticed something looked weird about the front of the truck. Finally, I figured it out. Uh-oh. It was a car door,

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It has come to my attention that there are those in the institution through which I have my employment who believe that what I do, for the most part is spam. They think I'm a spammer.But yet, at meetings they tell me I do a good job. Does this mean they think that I'm a good spammer? That's F'ed. That's seriously F'ed.So, let's discuss 'spam' shall we? On one side of the definition you have a

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I just used the word 'nigatupoxor' in Scrabble. Everyone admitted that they knew it wasn't a real word, but they accepted it anyway.nigatupoxor.Sweet sweet 42 points.

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Last night, as I was starting to drift off to sleep, I saw a commercial for the 2005 Nissan Xterra. The commercial boasted, among other things, an all new 265 horsepower engine.This got me to thinking.Sitting in my driveway right now is a 1994 Ford Lightning. It's a truck that has, essentially, been tuned up a lot like the Mustang Cobra of the same year. Bigger engine, more horsepower, etc.

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This morning I decided to create a new Blog. My office has lost a few poeple (God rest their collective souls) and it's become a tad bit tedious around here. There's not really all that many people that I want to talk to, so I found myself needed an outlet for my pointless prattlings. So I created The Subliminal Messages, and here we are.In my quest to think of things to write about, I started

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If you've lived through the last decade or two, and retained an age under, say, 70, you've probably seen an episode or two of Seinfeld. Yeah, the one about 'nothing'. It was the height of pop culture from sometime in the late 80s through the early 00s.And if you do remember the show, you might remember the episode about John Voight's car and the infamous teeth marks in the pencil.Well, I'm 29 and

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I used to love Pink Floyd and The Doors. I listened to them religiously, even exclusively, and was happy. Then one day, I stopped.Well, it probably took longer than a day, and probably happened in stages.Stage 1: I listened to them exclusivelyStage 2: I listened to their whole CDs in rotation with others.Stage 3: Their songs randomly showed up on my mixed tapes.Stage 4: I used to listen to

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Once, not long ago in an office much like the one I'm sitting in right now, I had a conversation with a coworker. His name was Larry, and he was...well, he was a little bit crazy.I was sitting in a cubicle that looked exactly like the one I'm sitting in now when Larry walked by with a can of something called 'Orange Drink'. I can only surmise that 'Orange Drink' is a beverage designed

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Hello. It's been a while since I've written anything in Blog format, so you're going to have to bear with me a bit on this one.I thought about doing an introductory post. Something to talk about my glory days in blogging at Radical Cowboys, and how I think dogs have complex emotions, and that I like to take long walks on the beach. But I'm going to skip that. Suffice to say that I did, they do,

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