Fourth Of July Reprint from Jeff Baker. July 4th, 2024.

Posted on July 4, 2024 by jeffbaker307

Here’s a Fourth Of July story I posted about two years ago! Enjoy! https://authorjeffbaker.com/2022/07/08/fireworks-in-hudson-city-friday-flash-fics-for-july-8-a-few-days-late-2022-from-jeff-baker/

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“If All Their Sand Were Pearl.” Friday Flash Fics From Jeff Baker, June 28, 2024.

Posted on June 28, 2024 by jeffbaker307

If All Their Sand Were Pearl

by Jeff Baker

(Title from Shakespeare)

It was late Sunday afternoon in Millington and the streets looked deserted when Hal and Denny, looking like High School kids walked up to the old stone canopy in front of the ancient drugstore. It had always reminded Denny of pictures he had seen of cathedrals in Europe, the times he and his Grandmother had stood under it beside the framed glass doors that led into the old drugstore with it’s old cardboard CLOSED sign displayed in the window. His Grandmother had talked about the days when you could buy magazines there and they even had a sit-down lunch counter where you could get things like sodas (“Not those awful canned things you buy now,” she had said) and something called an Egg Cream which sounded wonderful and mysterious like it came from an egg-shaped cow.

Denny had learned there had been sit-ins at the store but that had been decades before he had been born.

But that wasn’t what they were there for.

Hal checked the picture they’d found that he’d saved to his smartphone; a dull, roundish object. Dark on one end, light on the other. The photo had been taken at the British Museum before the stone had disappeared sometime during World War One.

“It’s here. It’s got to be,” Hal said. They were amateurs but they had done their scrying. They had a precious shred of the velvet the Amalfi Stone had been cushioned on in 1917.

“But where?” Denny asked. They were standing under the canopy, the orange light from the setting sun tinting everything.

“Hey, look up!” Hal said. “Remember what they said about the original owner decorating with crushed glass from old medicine bottles?”

They looked up. On the ceiling of the stone canopy they could see shards and chunks of colored glass embedded in the grey concrete. Curved corners of curved bottles. And one curved, roundish chunk that blended in perfectly with the glass.

“There.” Denny said. “Right there.”

“I see it.” Hal said. “Think it’s dark enough yet?”

“Let’s wait just a bit,” Denny said, impulsively kissing Hal.

“Think we’ll look suspicious?” Hal asked.

“Two guys kissing on a deserted street in small-town Kansas?” Denny said grinning. “Probably! But we aren’t stealing, we’re just going to use the thing.”

Only one car had passed by and the Sun had set when Hal nodded and the two of them keyed up the video they had both saved to their smartphones. They held them up to where the ancient jewel was among the glass, bathing it with recorded light from the Midsummer Full Moon.

Nothing. The light had glinted on the glass and the hidden jewel.

The two young men sighed and put their phones back up in their pockets.

“Hey, look!” Hal said, pointing up.

There had been no reason to point, there was only one place either of them would look.

Above them, the Amalfi stone was glittering in the light, but there was no real light; the underside of the canopy was in shadow. It began to glow, a glow that started white but then blurred into all the colors of the rainbow.

They remembered what they had found in the old book: The Amalfi Stone would work for those whose heart’s desire lay in secret.

Hal grabbed Denny and pulled him close as a rainbow of shimmering light shone down on them and they realized that infinite possibilities were now theirs; to go anywhere, to be anything, to have anything.

Denny shoved Hal away and jumped out of the light.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Hal said picking himself off the ground.

“I realized, I saw…” Denny said. “Maybe the stone did it or maybe I always knew.”

Denny grabbed Hal’s shoulders and grinned.

“Don’t you realize?” Denny said. “Infinite possibilities? We’ve got that right here. Wherever we are. As long as we have each other.”

The two of them walked away into their ordinary, extraordinary future.

—end—-

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Continental Divide. Welcome Back Friday Flash Fics For June 21st, 2024 (by Jeff Baker.)

Posted on June 21, 2024 by jeffbaker307

It’s been almost a month, but we’re back! Here’s this week’s story! —–jeff

Continental Divide

by Jeff Baker

It was Bay Day so Dad/Mom let me cut school but that didn’t stop him/her from spouting out a few lessons on the way.

“A well-educated citizen is a good citizen” he would quote.

“Aw, Dad/Mom,” I said. “That’s an oldie from the days when we had a government. And States.”

“Glad you caught that,” Dad/Mom said. “But I have a real surprise for you! Just a little ways.”

“What surprise?” I asked, but He/She just smiled.

After a few more minnics I glanced down from the hoverflyer through the tinted glass.

“Hey, that’s a road down there!” I said pointing. I knew about roads. In school, Team J had done a report on them complete with digital of one of the team members walking along an old one and tripping on part of the warped, what did they call it? Pavement? They got the class medal that week. Me, I had only seen a couple of real roads and most of them didn’t go anywhere. But the one beneath us was long and grey and it didn’t look disturbed even after all the time that had passed.

“We’ll just be down for a monment,” Dad/Mom said.

The hoverflyer landed beside the road on a crumpled ground of some red stone. I reached down to touch it. There were big red rock formations all over the area. They weren’t glowing but that wasn’t always an indication. Still, I knew Dad/Mom would not have brought me here if there was anything unsafe to touch.

“Over here,” Dad/Mom said, actually walking on the road. “Just a short ways.”

I followed him, breathing in uncycled air and feeling the flat, hard road under my shoes.

“Right here,” Dad/Mom said. There was a large sign, almost as tall as Dad/Mom and taller than me just off the road. It was some kind of sturdy board. “Do you read Murcan?”

“Of course,” I said. “I did my Languology last year.” I stared at the board. “But this is Ancient Languology. Old Murcan.”

I studied the words. The Ancient words were slightly different but not that hard to read.

Continental Divide

Elevation 7,295 feet

Rainfall divides at this point

To the West it drains

Into the Pacific Ocean

And the remaining words were worn away. Maybe by the curious feeling antiquity with their fingers.

“Some of these signs have been preserved,” Dad/Mom said. “By Antiquarians.”

“Like the number signs they find along the roads!” I said. “40. 66. Numbers like that. And that Ocean thing. That’s Pre-Bay, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Dad/Mom said smiling. “But the reason I wanted you to see this is because it’s history. This dates back to when this was a country, a city-state. Before everything was divided. Before the Old World was erased.”

“Ahwow!” I breathed.

“Want another surprise?” Dad/Mom asked. “Look here.”

I walked around to the other side of the sign. There were Murcan words on it too. I started reading them aloud. Then I laughed.

“The same thing as the other words!” I said, still laughing. Dad/Mom laughed too.

“This has been preserved,” he/she said. “Hopefully you can show your offspring this someday.”

I nodded, looking out to the horizon, wondering how far this road still extended; where had it led in the Ancient Days?

“Better go now,” Dad/Mom said.

I nodded. We got in the hoverflyer and headed on to the Bay.

—end—

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’d taken the picture at the Continental Divide sign in New Mexico along Highway 40 in the desert. And I’d seen San Francisco Bay earlier in the week. So all of that went in here. An old-fashioned sci-fi story? Obvious social commentary? Probably.

———–jeff

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Progress Report for May/June 2024, from Jeff Baker.

Posted on June 21, 2024 by jeffbaker307

In the sun in San Francisco.

Progress Report May/June 2024 from Jeff Baker

Decided to write up a scene for a story I have half-assed plotted out. After I did that, I found that I already had a version of the same scene in a file from a year ago! So I combined and revised them. Looks good! (And now I can’t remember the title! Oh yeah; “Hi, I’m Hector And I’ll Be Your Waiter This Evening.”)

Wrote up a poem based on a line I just zipped out on Facebook late one evening. I’ve been doing that lately; letting a poem breeze out of me occasionally. A couple in the last three months alone. For this one I channeled Garrison Keilior and “Writer’s Almanac,” which I miss!

Piddled around and started another story or two which may be something I’ll finish.

Surprised myself and worked on a story I had barely looked at in ten years, after starting it in 1999 or so! Another historical mystery.

Did some unexpected work on at least a couple of other stories I had in my files. Time does help in seeing how to progress on a story.

And I worked on “Love’s Not Time’s Fool,” the story I told myself I would finish before diving into another long story or something with a deadline. I had a bunch of chunks and scenes but had to pull them together. So I did that, revised some and now I just have to write more on it and tie up some loose ends.

Wrote one (maybe two) of the QSF Columns and posted one way, way early.

And that’s the thing; I took a trip out to California, driving through Arizona and New Mexico to see a few places I knew in the Southwest during the 1970s when I had family there and I really didn’t work on the writing. I wrote the Flash Fiction Draw Challenge story early and posted it when I was heading back to Wichita.

I took a break from writing the weekly stories, I think from the end of May until about June 16th when I got back in town. But I’d posted a picture for the 21st (one I took on vacation!) and wrote the story up in an hour or so! It felt good to be back in harness doing that and the column for next month (July.) I thought I was going to do some writing but I didn’t! Actually got a rejection out there in California and took a bunch of notes. The drive was long but the stay in Livermore was very much a largely non-working vacation, even if I did piddle around on the internet a lot! (Research? Har-har!)

Re-read a story Darryl had given me background for (and he didn’t want his name on it so if we were paid for it it wouldn’t mess up his Social Security!) and found a couple of big gaffes I had in the story when I submitted it a few years ago. Fixed it. Found market, sent it off, with Darryl’s and my names on it.

I’ve been doing pretty good at my pledge to finish stuff in my files that I can send off. I have a project I’ll be co-writing coming up later in the year. Maybe two!

So I have more stuff to finish and polish, even after taking a much-needed break.

That’s about it for now!

—-jeff baker, Wichita, KS June 20th, 2024.

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Travelling Reading Report, May/June 2024 from Jeff Baker.

Posted on June 21, 2024 by jeffbaker307

Reading Report May/June, 2024 from Jeff Baker

For Arthur Conan Doyle’s May 22nd birthday, I head his “The Mystery Of Sasassa Valley.” One of Doyle’s first published stories (from 1879!) and still fun!

Also read Doyle’s Brigadier Gerard story “How The Brigadier Rode To Minsk.”

Read a chapter of ‘Nathan Burgoine’s “Triad Magic.”

Got Stephen King’s new collection “You Like It Darker.” Read “Willie the Weirdo,” a short tale which is one of King’s “go for the gross-out” stories. But the last line has a revelation that ties everything together.

Went out-of-town on family business and a vacation. Actually drove from Kansas through Albuquerque, NM (where I had family decades ago!) and Flagstaff, AZ (Beautiful!) and on to San Francisco, CA and Livermore CA where I stayed with friends and really didn’t do a lot of reading for a couple of weeks, except an in-progress graphic novel (which I will talk about when I can!) and a story by M. D. Neu (“Thanksgiving Pie”)in the anthology “Queer Cheer,” which I bought at Sacramento Pride and he autographed to me!

Went to “City Lights Bookstore” in SF and got the City Lights Pocket Poets Anthology which I’ve been skimming through. (The editor was Lawrence Ferlinghetti, how cool is that?)

Also been reading J. Scott Coatsworth’s weekly serial “Down The River.” And I finally met Scott at Sac Pride and he autographed a few books for me!

Speaking of online reading, I’ve been doing my usual read of Kaje Harper’s fine weekly stories on her Facebook page. Not to be missed. (Links to Scott’s and Kaje’s pages below.)

Got a fun picture book in Niles, CA “S Is For San Francisco.” Pictures and text are perfectly done. Written by Maria Kernahan, and illustrated by Michael Schafbuch.

Read some of Scotty Bowers’ memoir “Full Service” about his days working at a gas station in Hollywood and, uh, servicing Hollywood celebrities. (It took me a bit to catch the double meaning of the title!) The most memorable bit is when he describes living through the horrors of WWII in the Pacific and swearing if he got home he was going to enjoy himself.

And I have more books to read, including one I’m going to write up for a column!

—–jeff baker, Wichita, KS June 20th, 2024

LINKS

J. Scott Coatsworth’s “Down The River” https://www.jscottcoatsworth.com/category/features/serial/

Kaje’s Conversation Corner https://www.facebook.com/groups/208207893795147

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An Aversion To Crimes? Not In the June Flash Fiction Draw Challenge! (A Little Late!) June 16, 2024.

Posted on June 16, 2024 by jeffbaker307
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Hi, again! Mike here, also known as “Jeff Baker.”

The draws for the June 2024 FFDC were:

A Mystery

Set in a Roomfull of Hats

Involving a Giant Penny

I’ve been traveling the last two weeks, so this is way off schedule. Nonetheless, we have (I think) some good stories

E. H. Timms wrote “The Mysterious Aversion to the Obvious” https://thinkingthinking123.blogspot.com/2024/06/flash-fic-challenge-mysterious-aversion.html

And I wrote: “The Magic Hat Crimes” https://authorjeffbaker.com/2024/06/16/a-giant-penny-for-your-thoughts-the-magic-hat-crimes-much-delayed-flash-fiction-draw-challenge-story-for-june-2024-from-jeff-baker/

Remember, it’s never too late to write a story of your own, post it in the comments and join in the fun!

We’ll be back on the regular schedule for July, with the draws on Monday, July 8th, 2024.

Take care! ——mike

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A Giant Penny For Your Thoughts. “The Magic Hat Crimes,” Much-Delayed Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Story for June 2024 from Jeff Baker

Posted on June 16, 2024 by jeffbaker307

The Magic Hat Crimes

by Jeff Baker

Author’s Note: The Draws for the (early) June 2024 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge were; a mystery, set in a roomful of hats involving a giant penny. Pure serendipity let me use two characters I’ve written about before and homage something legendary. —–jeff

“Golly! Look at all those hats,” the young man in the cape, mask and tights said.

Compost Boy pointed at the obvious. He and Captain Ecology had tracked the emanations and traces from their stolen property to this abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. But the first floor was a huge room with hats of every description filling the space on the floor and hanging from the walls.

“Careful, Old Buddy,” Captain Ecology said in a grim voice. “Those hats are doubtless booby-trapped.”

A voice rang out from nowhere.

“Yes, you insufferable menaces! Some of those hats are deadly explosives, but the question is which ones? And you’ll have to navigate my roomful of deadly chapeaus to get to me, because there is no other way out!”

There was a metallic clang behind them. The Daring Duo whirled around just in time to see a steel barrier slam down, covering the entrance they had just used.

“I remodeled the warehouse a bit,” the voice said.

“Haberdasher, you’re a fiend!” Captain Ecology said. “In the name of justice I demand you give yourself up!”

“That’s square even for 1973,” Compost Boy muttered.

“You need to get moving,” Haberdasher’s voice called out. “Or I’ll detonate the hats anyway!”

Across the warehouse was an open doorway. Compost Boy sighed. So near, beyond a gauntlet of deadly hats.

“Wait!” Captain Ecology said, pulling out a small device from his flowing cape. “If he’s not booby-trapped every hat it could mean because he’s too cheap. So, he used an inexpensive and non-ecologically friendly explosive. Maybe I can…” He twisted knobs on the device.

Compost boy shook his head. The Ecco serum they had both taken had enhanced their reflexes and intelligence. It also made him, at age 25, a lot better in bed which both the girls and guys appreciated.

“There!” Captain Ecology said, holding the device with its blinking light at arm’s length in front of him.

There was a sputtering and some of the hats in the room gave off sparks and purple smoke. A moment later they flattened like cakes gone bad.

“Golly, Captain Ecology!” Compost Boy said. “It worked!”

“Now we just step over the flattened hats to the next room…no telling whether the other hats have traps as well!” Captain Ecology said as they started to make their way forward.

“Golly, maybe the Haberdasher’s boast was real and he found a magic hat,” Compost Boy said.

“I doubt that but the emanations trail leads to the next room where we’ll doubtless find our stolen trophy.”

The next room was dark, lit by a single spotlight shining on a giant penny standing on one edge.

“There it is!” Compost Boy said ready to rush toward it.

“Hold it, Compost Boy,” Captain Ecology said, “it’s doubtlessly another trap.”

“Right you are, you environmental do-gooders!” The Haberdasher said from his spot in the dimness, the light glinting off his black silk top hat. “I stole your penny and now I’ll steal you with the powers of this magical topper!”

“I doubt that seriously,” Captain Ecology said, tossing a small disc the size of a discus at the giant penny. The disc clamped itself to the ceiling next to the spotlight and the light shone through it becoming a rainbow like a prism. The penny glittered and suddenly there were several giant sections of a penny standing there, some of them distorted like in a fun house mirror.

“Jumping John Tenniel!” Haberdasher swore. “Who will rid me of this turbulent pair?”

“Not us,” Compost Boy said, grabbing Haberdasher by the collar and giving him a good solid right to the jaw.”

“Out like a light,” Captain Ecology said, looking at Haberdasher sprawled on the floor.

“Had to belt him before he could use his magic hat,” Compost Boy said.

“There was no magic,” Captain Ecology said. “Just elaborate trickery. He was able to home in on the only huge copper object shaped like a penny in the area and remotely used the resonator field and distorted the electrons in the light waves around it to make it look invisible. Just like the duplicate penny that was likewise an illusion.” Captain Ecology smiled. “I used the prism setting on the Ecco-Disc to distort the light waves and that drew down the curtain on this illusionist’s illusion.”

—the living end—

—-in memory of Bill Finger and Adam West

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Angel Martinez Reads “Dumpster Dive.” A Spooky Story By Jeff Baker. (June 7th, 2024)

Posted on June 8, 2024 by jeffbaker307

Here’s a fine reading by Angel Martinez of my story “Dumpster Dive.” She has read my stories before, and she even spooked me this time! Thanks, Angel! https://angelmartinezauthor.weebly.com/from-angels-cave/friday-reading-day-dumpster-dive?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR2myzp0rVw9gn0nB44XNF1xIv1k9BX0ymE76iTYiSdpOvHy0PJnV8uIHZg_aem_AVLAOPeALbv7OPDKLvTro_raYD5Sn2N1awXUzT9Csw8fKfJ-Ik2tARdiwrYl-kog4XM4oiGaOD5FfurKH5VXF8oO

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A Penny For Your Thoughts In A Roomful Of Hats. Flash Fiction Draw Challenge Draws for June 2024 (Early!) From Mike Mayak, June 1st, 2024.

Posted on June 1, 2024 by jeffbaker307

FFDC Draws, June 1st, 2024

First, here’s the prompts for the June 2024 Flash Fiction Draw Challenge. Then my usual long-winded explanation:

A Mystery

Involving A Giant Penny

Set at A Roomful Of Hats

Now, on to the details.

Hi! I’m Mike Mayak, I also write as Jeff Baker and I’m the current moderator for the monthly Flash Fiction Draw Challenge, which was started by ‘Nathan Burgoine a few years ago and carried on by Cait Gordon and Jeffrey Ricker. It’s a monthly writing challenge mainly for stress-free fun that anyone can play.

Here’s how it works: the first Monday of every month I draw three cards; a heart, a diamond and a club. These correspond to a list naming a genre, a setting and an object that must appear in the story. Participants write up a flash fiction story, 1,000 words or less, post it to their website and link it here in the comments. I’ll post the results (including, hopefully, one of my own!)

As I’m no good making videos I did the drawing offstage. So, the results were the Four of Hearts (a Mystery), the Three of Diamonds (A Roomful of Hats) and the Eight of Clubs (A Giant Penny.) So we will write a Mystery, set in a Roomful Of Hats, involving A Giant Penny.

Usually I do these draws on the first Monday of every month, but as I may be away from my keyboard for a bit (got to head out of town!) I’m posting this now and will probably post the results around the middle of June, 2024.

So, get to writing and I’ll post the results next week! And I’m putting the 2024 Flash Draw sheet at the end of this message, again! (* indicates those have been used.)

Thanks for playing, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks!

And have fun!

——mike

Flash Draw Sheet for 2024 (“*” indicates prompt has been used.)

Clubs

A A Slippery Slide

2 A Rubber Duck

*3 Warm Woolen Mittens

4 A Snow Globe

5 Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers

*6 A Pepper Mill

*7. A Giant Mallet

*8 A Giant Penny

9 A Box of Rubber Bands

*10 A Grapefruit

J A Cellphone

Q A Dumpster

*K A Comic Book

Hearts

A. Science Fiction

2 A Romance

3 Paranormal

*4 A Mystery

5 A Thriller

*6 An Adventure Story

*7. A Bedtime Story

8 A Monster Story

*9 A Fantasy

10 A Horror Story

*J A Crime Story

Q A Melodrama

*K A Legend

Diamonds

*A A Burger Place

* 2 A Herd of Horses

*3 A Roomful of Hats

*4 An Empty Gymnasium

*5 The Temple of Diana In Greece

6 A Field of Lettuce

7 A Haunted House

8 A Western Ghost Town

9 A Greenhouse

10 A Giant Teepee

J A Costume Shop

Q A Cake Shop

*K An Outdoor Stage

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“Three Kings.” A Blog Post (and Some Nostalgia) From Jeff Baker

Posted on May 29, 2024 by jeffbaker307

Three Kings

by Jeff Baker

I’ve told this story before.

Sometime around the fall semester of 1981 when I was in College, one weekend when I had no homework and didn’t have to go work at my job I grabbed a paperback copy of Stephen King’s first short-story collection “Night Shift” at the school Library just before closing time and took it to my dorm room.

After dinner I sat down to read some of the stories, hoping to find out what all the fuss was about the author. I had read “Carrie,” and hadn’t liked it. (I had read “The Long Walk” by Richard Bachman and thought it was superior to this King guy’s stuff!) I read several of the stories that evening; probably “Jerusalem’s Lot” (which I thought was “so-so”) a couple of others and then a few that really impressed me; “The Mangler” (with its clever twist!) “Strawberry Spring” (“trunk” is still an ugly word!) and the one that really grabbed me; “Trucks.”

King’s perfect description of the diner reminded me so much of places I’d been in, and the grisly descriptions later in the story and the gripping pace convinced me that this guy was damn good! (And that I wanted to write stuff like that too!)

I read a bunch of the other stories over that weekend, especially “Sometimes They Come Back,” and loved them! King didn’t hit the bullseye on every story but most of them worked. And I didn’t realize I hadn’t read all of them until years later when I picked up my Brother’s copy and read “The Lawnmower Man,” which has virtually no relation to the movie!

Fast forward to the early 1990s. I was driving a small delivery truck and trying to teach myself to write by writing as well as by reading all the paperback anthologies and collections I could get my hands on.

One of them was King’s “Skeleton Crew.”

I kept it with me in the truck and read it while I was waiting on customers or having lunch. I read “The Mist” over a couple of days and got spooked reading “Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut” sitting on a dirt road in a little Kansas town waiting for the customer to show up. The stories were fun, some were excellent and King’s story notes were half the fun! (“I got to thinking about cannibalism one day, because that’s the kind of thing a guy like me thinks about…”)

“Skeleton Crew” was published a few years before I got my copy. A year or two later, King’s “Nightmares And Dreamscapes” was published and I wound up with two copies. Read through it, loved it.

What all three of these books had in common was they were jam-packed with material. A lot of it was early stuff from King’s days selling stories to “Men’s Magazines” or from his College and even High School days. (“An uneven Aladdin’s Cave of a book” King said in the intro.) Critics have tut-tutted about that but much of it is fun.

In his later collections, he is sometimes a bit more literary and the books are not that huge. But I almost miss the Mammoth Books of King Stories. These were new when I was discovering fiction writing for myself, although I am no Stephen King. I look through those three books every now and then. They bring back memories of dorm rooms lit by a bedside lamp, delivery trucks parked in the sunlight or my old bedroom at my parent’s house.

There’s a new collection of King stories or novellas every five years or so now. But I still miss the old days.

—end—

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